My Photoshoot

My husband and I had been married for three years when I turned 30. We decided it was time to start a family, and stopped using any birth control. I know it was pretty vain of me, but I was worried about what a pregnancy would do to my body. I was in the best shape of my life, lots of yoga and gym time, and my body looked fantastic. My husband constantly complimented me, and called me his Playboy model.

I was expressing my feelings to a good friend, and she suggested I get some Boudoir photos taken for my guy, so he'll never forget how I looked in my prime. She said she had a friend who did this, and it was a great experience. A couple of days later, she sent me the name of the photographer who offered this service, by the name of Tracy. After mulling it over a few days, I decided to do it as a Valentine's present for my husband.

I gave Tracy a call to get details and schedule an appointment, and was surprised that Tracy was a man. I was a little taken back, but after speaking with him for a little bit, for some reason i felt totally at ease with the idea. I mean, I was booking an appointment for a man I've never met to take pretty intimate photos of me. I figured I had a week to back out, so why not.

As the next few days went by, I found myself thinking constantly about what I was planning to do, and I was convinced i should. My husband would love the photos ( he often tried to take nudies of me on his phone, but I was way to nervous about where they might end up) and I was feeling a little turned on about playing the sexy model, exposing myself to the camera.

I called Tracy to confirm the date, and he gave me the details of the shoot. He said I could wear whatever I wanted, and pose anyway I'd like to. He also said I could reveal as little, or as much, as I was comfortable with. Most importantly, he told me that he keeps nothing from the session, all images are handed over to me. After shooting around 50 shots, I would pick the 10 best for an album, and we would delete the rest together. He gave me his word as a professional and I felt like he could be trusted. He just had a way about him. The cost was $495, a bit steep for me, but I agreed to it all.

The evening of my session, my husband was at a friends to watch a basketball game. I headed to Tracy's studio, about a 30 minute drive. I had packed my outfits for the pictures, black bra and panties, with black sheer stockings and heels for some shots, and red satin panties and a white, very sheer tank top.

When i met Tracy, I was sure this was not a mistake. He was in his early sixties, and just had a gentle easy way about him. He was like just a normal guy, or a nice uncle or something.

He showed me where to dress (or undress) and said just come on out when you're ready. I chose the black lingerie first, slipped into the heels, and, holding my breath, walked out into the small studio. There was a sort of couch, and also a plush platform covered in beige silk. Tracy said to make myself comfortable in whatever way I wanted, after some lighting adjustments he would be ready to start.

I positioned my self on the couch, laying back with my hands over my head, and from behind his camera, Tracy said, "You look wonderful, be natural, and look into the camera". With that he started to take photos, urging me to change positions every few shots. I admit, I was having a ball, and feeling very sexy. I was also quite turned on.

After 30 clicks or so of the camera, Tracy asked if I had another outfit I wanted to try. I said yes, and headed off to the changing space. I came back out in the red panties and white top, my nipples and tits clearly visible through the sheer material. No shoes this time, I climbed onto the platform. Again he told me I looked "magnificent", and started shooting. I posed more provocatively now, being that I was basically laying on a bed. I thought of what would drive my husband crazy, what he would like to see. Tracy clicked away, saying things like, "Hold that, Perfect, Fantastic!" I felt like a Playboy model.

Since booking this session, I had thought very hard about how far I would go. At this point, I was feeling so sexy and excited, that I decided to go a little further. I sat up on my knees on the platform, and started sliding my top up. Tracy paused the clicking for just a moment, then continued shooting as I pulled my top off, revealing my breasts to the camera. I posed for a few more pictures, before he stopped, and looked out from behind his camera. I assumed my time was up. Tracy looked at me for a short moment, and with a small smile and a quiet voice he said "You're amazing"

He then asked if I would consider removing my panties. I thought for a second, and shook my head no. I thought my husband would think this too far. Tracy nodded and began snapping pictures again. I knew we were past the limit, but I guess he was enjoying it as much as I was. I decided to do something I hadn't thought of at all in my planning. I lay back on the platform, and slowly slid my hand down into my panties. I was hot and wet down there. I stopped short of actually fingering myself, just sort of slowly rubbed up and down. After a few minutes of this, I realized Tracy had stopped taking photos, and was now just watching me. He seemed spellbound by my actions, staring quietly at my hand behind the red satin. I was on fire, hornier than I had ever been. I couldn't stop myself, I began to masturbate in front of this man I had just met. It was crazy. He watched intently as I gave myself an orgasm.

When I calmed down, I quickly got off the platform and scurried into the changing room. Tracy said nothing, just fooled with his equipment. When I came back out, now fully dressed, I awkwardly said I was sorry I got carried away like that.

Again he smiled a bit, and gently told me it was fine. He said most ladies aren't so "bold", and he looked at me for a moment and then told me "Thank you, I enjoyed that very much. You are remarkable"

We spent an awkward 20 minutes looking through the photos, and picked the 10 I liked best for the book. Tracy was so professional about it, I was again at ease. I didn't choose any of the shots with my hand in my panties, I thought they were too much. He was about to delete all but the chosen 10, when he stopped and looked directly into my eyes. He said that he had never done this before, but he had a proposal. He said he would like very much to keep 3 of the pictures where I was fondling myself. He swore they would be for his eyes only, no one would ever know, and there would be no charge for his service today. I thought for a few moments, and looking at his face, I just felt I could trust him. We shared a strange erotic moment, both of us getting something out of it. I agreed to his proposal.

Of course, my husband LOVED his present. He couldn't stop looking at my photos, we made crazy love that night. I never did tell him the photographer was a man, let alone that I had masturbated for him. And I admit that I sometimes get horny knowing that Tracy can go into his computer anytime and enjoy himself.