My Wife And My Photography Club

I joined a photography club six months ago after my wife Sonia bought me an expensive Canon EOS 5D camera. We met weekly on a Wednesday evening at village hall 15 miles from our home.

Sonia often asked what we did at the club and joked that we were probably photographing naked women.

"Not quite," I'd say with a chuckle. "We're mostly discussing each other's work and techniques. You'd be surprised how many pictures of trees and squirrels one can talk about before it starts to feel... mundane."

A little about Sonia, she a 32-year-old slim athletic long-limbed brunette, 5'8" with small pert breasts. Breasts is the word she uses in normal conversation but 'Tits' is what she uses when we are getting it on. She uses the more slang terms on these occasions, such as 'Pussy', Cock etc. This seem to excite her, and I suppose it is more appropriate in sex play.

Well back to the account of what happened, and my deep dive into whole new world.

This Wednesday was going to be different we were going to have a life model. I was not sure I should tell Sonia; I didn't know how she would react.

"Hey, did I tell you that tonight we're having a life model?" I finally blurted out at dinner.

Sonia stopped chewing her salad, looking at me with a mix of surprise and curiosity. "A life model?" she echoed, her eyes widening. "As in, nude?"

"Err I suppose that... well I think that... yes."

Her gaze held mine, and I felt the weight of her expectations. She knew I was nervous but didn't let on. "Well, it's for art, right?" she said with a knowing smile. "But you're going to tell me everything when you get home, right?"

"Of course, I can show you the shots and you can help me with the processing, you have a good eye."

Sonia nodded, swallowed her salad, and returned to the kitchen to grab a dessert plate. "Just remember, you're married now, okay?" she called out, her voice light and teasing.

I was relieved that she had taken it so well and cursed myself for blurting it out.

I arrived at the club and there was a lot raised voices and looks of despondency on many faces. I learned that the mode had cancelled, some domestic problem. Ed, the Club Chairman, spotted me and rushed over to me. He looked completely distort. "Oh, Craig have you heard? I was so looking forward to tonight.

I nodded, trying to hide my own disappointment. "It's a shame." I said.

Ed looked around the room, his eyes searching for a solution. "I know it's last minute, but would you... I mean, could you find a fill in?"

"A fill in, I wouldn't know where to start. I could try and get something arranged for next week but for tonight... "

Ed interrupted could you, could you really. That would be great. Hey everyone Craig said he can get a model for next week!"

Cheers went up around the small hall. We were only a small club of 18 members, but it sounded like a one hundred strong crowd in the small hall.

I tried to say that it was a possibility not a certainty, but I was drowned out with cheers, slaps on my back and grateful handshakes.

Driving home that evening I was again cursing myself for putting myself in the frame.

I walked in and Sonia said. "Well how did it go?"

I explained everything and she spoke. "So, the 'Dirty Old Man Brigade' must have been disappointed." they gave me a little grin.

They are not dirty old men... well actually I think some probably are from the excitement they showed when the life model night had been announced and smutty suggestions, they made during the subsequent weekly meetings leading up to tonight.

The following week, I was still unsure if I could find a model. I posted an ad on a local website for art models and received no responses.

Sonia came up behind me leaning on the back of my chair as I checked my email looking for any replies to my ad.

"Any joy?" She said resting her chin on my shoulder.

"No, nothing, what am I going to do. They are all expecting me to have a model tomorrow night."

"I could do it." She muttered in my ear.

I froze, "What!" did I hear her correctly, "You could do it?!"

Sonia had been a fine arts student at college. She said she had modelled for a life drawing class once before. She sounded quite nonchalant about it, like it was no big deal.

I turned in my chair and looked up at her. "You posed naked! You've never told me about that, what... naked... in front of a bunch of guys?"

"Well, most of the class were girls... buy yeah"

"Wow... that is..." I left it there not sure how to finish the sentence.

She looked at me with a slight smile on her face. "That is... what?"

I was uncomfortable, the truth is the idea of my little wife had been a nude model, be it years before we met, turning me on. Sonia must have seen my uncomfortable expression and the cogs spinning in my brain.

"Sexy" she said.

She knew me too well. "Yes, it is a very hot confession. Why have you never told me about this before?"

"I suppose I hadn't thought about it in long while. It was only when you mention about your club having a life model that I recalled it."

"You're telling me you got naked in front of a bunch of guys,"

"And girls." she interrupted.

"And girls, and it has never crossed your mind once in the last 4 or 5 years?"

"Well, it may have done once or twice, but..."

She didn't get to finish; I was up out of my chair and had my mouth clamped over hers as I guided her on to the couch.

After a hot and frantic fucking Sonia said breathlessly "What about Wednesday night?"

I lay back panting, "Well there is still a chance someone will reply to the ad."

Sonia slapped my leg playfully. "No, you idiot, I mean would you... like me to do it?" She said in a small voice.

My eyes shot open, and I sat up. "You? Model... naked?"

Sonia nodded, a mischievous smile on her face. "Why not?" she said, "It's for art, right, and you would get a kick out of it. All those dirty old men seeing you little sexy wife stripping off for them?"

The way she said it made me realize she had been thinking about this more than she was letting on. I was torn between excitement and fear of the unknown. "Okay," I said, "but only if you're comfortable with it. I don't want you to do anything you're not happy with."

She looked at me for a moment "Just tell me, would it turn you on?"

"Well if I'm honest, it would be a real turn on." I said in a quiet voice.

Sonia bit her lower lip, "Me too, you know I said had not really thought about when I modelled nude to my art class? Well, that's not entirely true." She paused and then continued. "I have thought about it quite a few times, it turned me on back then and I have fantasized over it many times since."

I could feel my cock beginning to swell again. "So, you want to do it... I mean you really want to do it?"

She nodded "I think that because I know it turns you on too it has made me want to do it, for you and for me."

I took hold of my cock and swung it side to side, "Oh it turns me on for sure." I grin.

"Now you are not getting any more until after Wednesday night." She said nodding toward my still growing cock. "If we're horny we're more likely to have the courage to do it."

"You mean if you're horny you'll have the courage, I will be up for it no problem."

"Okay, okay, yes I need every ounce of courage to go through with it."

Her smile was infectious, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. "So, what do we do now?" She said.

I said, "Well I wouldn't be comfortable introducing you as my wife..." Sonia looked at me with a questioning look. "I think it would be better if they didn't know. They are likely to be more..." Sonia jumped in, "More comfortable, directing me rather than holding back because you're there?"

The truth was I couldn't stand them knowing she was my wife; I'd feel humiliated and would have to quit the club because I would never be able to face them. But I said, "Exactly, they would probably keep asking me to ask you if you would pose like this and like that, instead of asking you. I know that she knew exactly why I didn't want them to know who she really was. She gave me a get out and I took it. The thing is both things were true. I didn't want them to know for the reasons I said but also for the other reason too.

Wednesday came around and my stomach was in knots. Sonia had showered and fixed her hair and makeup, packed a case of, I don't know what and was too nervous to ask. Sonia was nervous too but there was an erotic charge in the air. We paused at the front door and looked into each other's eyes.

"Okay?" I asked.

Sonia whispered. "Are you?"

"If you are I am, if I'm honest I'm so fucking horny for this." I tried to sound confident but inside I was in turmoil.

Sonia seemed to get a boost from my, all be it fake, confidence and said, "Let's do this!"

And that gave me a boost.

We arrived at the village hall, and I carried in Sonia's case. As we entered the small hall Ed rushed over with outstretched arms, "Welcome, welcome." I suddenly realized everyone knew my wife's name because I had mentioned her in conversations.

"This is er Julie." Sonia shot me a surprised look but went along with it. Everyone crowded around and introduced themselves to her and she smiled and kept "Hi I'm Julie, nice to meet you.

After a minute I noticed the seedier guys rubbing their hands in glee and making suggestive gestures to each other behind her back. George, the guy that was perhaps the slimiest of the club. Who had boasted about having done lots of glamour and pornography photography in his past came up to me. "Ho boy she is a real cracker, I can't wait to see her tits, I bet she has a great pussy!" His tong pocked out and waggled from side to side as he slapped me on the back and laughed.

I rushed over to Sonia, "Come on Julie, I'll show you to the changing room." I guided her to the halls admin office and shut the door putting the case down I drew the blind and told Sonia. "Okay we should have gotten some kind of story worked out."

"Yeah, like my name is Julie."

"Yeah, sorry I had to think quick and Julie was the first nae I thought of. Okay, so you answered my ad and..."

Sonia interrupted, " I answered your ad and we have never met until this evening when you picked me up at the train station. That way we it's easy"

"You are remarkably good at this... Miss Bond, Julie Bond 007 licensed to thrill."

Sonia's mouth dropped open, "Oh shit! I'm not a Miss, I have my wedding ring on!"

"Okay so you're married... and, and your husband is, is in jail."

Sonia said. "Why's he in jail, no, no let's not complicate the story. I'm married and my husband is cool with me modelling, there simple."

After a moment I looked at the case and then ventured to ask, "What's in the case?"

Sonia said. "Julie has her secrets so you, like everyone else will have to wait and see."

I looked at her with a puzzled expression. "But what do you need, just going to be naked."

Sonia giggled, "Well I was thinking Julie might have a few clothed sessions and then some lingerie sessions... you know, work into it slowly.

I nodded. "That's a good idea. I better get out there and let them know." I gave her a kiss and hurried out.

I was instantly surrounded and bombarded with questions. Where's she from? Is she married? How did you find her? and the questions went more and more into the gutter, from How far will she go? to Will she let us touch her? and then they started answering each other question the more lurid they got. I was beginning to get quite worried.

I suddenly heard my own voice shout. "Quiet!" I surprised myself and looked around at all the blank faces stunned into silence. I took a second and then explained.

"Okay, So S... Julie is from out of town, she is married and her husband is okay with her modelling, that is as much as I know. Now she has said she will do a few clothed modelling sessions," a few murmurs and groans "Then she'll do some lingerie sessions, and then... Life Modelling."

There was a collective low cheer and then George said, "So can we ask her to take her bra off and pull her panties down during the lingerie sessions?"

There were a few, "Yeah, Yeah's" from the group. I held my hands up to silence them, "Look I don't know but for god's sake don't spook her, go easy and we'll see."

I walked over to office door, turned and cleared my throat. "Okay everyone, settle down now, let's all be respectful and remember it's art we are doing here not a peep show."

I tapped lightly on the office door, "Are you ready to start Julie?"

Her voice was calm, "Yes, I am."

I opened the door, and she walked out, a little nervous but looking stunning. The guys went silent, every member took in the sight, the air thick with anticipation. Sonia, or rather 'Julie', had chosen to wear a simple white dress, the epitome of elegance. She glided to the centre of the room where the makeshift set had been put up, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She turned and faced everyone and looked from face to face and then said. "Soooo, you are here to take photo's so, maybe someone should direct me?"

There was an awkward silence, no one wanted to be first to direct her, to be the one to ask her to pose, and then Ed the club's chairman took a step forward. "Why don't you start by sitting on the chair, leaning back a bit." He said with a quiver in his voice.

Sonia nodded and took her place.

"Now remember," I reminded everyone, "This is an artistic endeavour, let's keep it professional."

The room buzzed with excitement as the guys began setting up their equipment. The air was thick with the scent of anticipation and a hint of fear from Sonia. She took her seat, her legs crossed at the knee, her hands resting on the chair's armrests.

"Could you... uncross your legs?" Ed requested, his voice tentative. Sonia's eyes met mine, seeking reassurance. I nodded almost imperceptibly, and she complied. The dress slid slightly up her thighs, revealing a tantalizing hint of what was to come.

The members of the club shuffled into position, their cameras clicking away as they found their angles. The room was alive with whispers of instructions and the occasional shutter sound. Sonia, or 'Julie', remained composed, her heart racing beneath the serene exterior. Her gaze found mine, and I offered a subtle smile of encouragement.

As the evening progressed, she changed into a 'sexy blue wrap around dress', that's how she described it on her return, and I think adding "sexy" in her description further charged the atmosphere and seemed give the guys lenience to be bolder in their posing of her.

Sonia, or rather 'Julie', was directed from one pose to another, each more daring than the last. The dress she wore revealing just enough to keep their imagination running wild. I could feel the tension in the room building, the excitement palpable as each pose either cause her dress to gape at the front or part from her waist down.

A couple of the members dragged a stack of crash mats, used by the gymnastics club, on to the set and spread a travel rug over them. Sonia, or rather 'Julie', was directed sit down and she did. The first few poses were innocent enough, but the guys were getting more confident and started to ask her to sip a leg out and let the dress fall open to show more leg.

Sonia's nerves were playing havoc with her insides, but she remained cool, her eyes occasionally darted to mine as she moved to more and more revealing poses for the eager photographers. The room grew warmer, the air heavier with the smell of male desire and the occasional whiff of her perfume, which she had sprayed more heavily before we left home.

"Okay, let's move to the next pose," I heard George say, his voice thick with lust. He was the most forward of the group, his camera hovering closer to Sonia than anyone else's. She looked at me again, a silent plea for guidance.

"You're doing great," I mouthed to her, giving a thumbs up. She took a deep breath and allowed George to position her on the rug, one leg bent at the knee, the other outstretched. The blue fabric of her dress fell open showing her stoking tops and Ed, from his position would have a clear view of her panties. He was staring straight at her pantie covered pussy. He raised his camera and shamelessly photographed her panties, bending right into less than two feet from them.

Sonia looked at me and she was had a look of lust in them, she didn't seem to be checking if I was okay or for my consent. She kept her eyes fixed on mine as she leaned back propped up on her hands and spread her legs wide so we could all see her black lace panties and suspenders. Every camera in the hall was clicking like a machine gun. Sonia, still holding my gaze, bent and raised her right knee and struck a really slutty pose. My heart was pounding, and my cock was like an iron bar.

The guys pushed and shoved against each other for positions, angle, all calling out for her attention.

"Over here Julie, look this way."

"Julie lick your lips."

"Julie now drop your chin."

I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter under the collar, not with anger but with lust. These men were photographing my wife, my beautiful little wife, posing her like she was some cheap hooker. Yet she was taking it all in her stride, playing them like a fiddle, her eyes filled with lust, with mischief as she looked back at me with that 'Look at me now' expression that she knew would drive me wild.

I saw a hand reach out from the group crouched in front of her and it tugged at the tie at her waist, she looked down at the hand but didn't resist.

Her blue dress parted slightly as the tie fell away. Sonia made a rotating motion with her left shoulder to encourage the dress to drop off her shoulder.

The fabric slid down revealing a black lacy bra and the top swell of her left breast. I watched George lean in closer, his camera firing shots in rapid succession.

"Julie, could you, um, lean back a little more?" George's voice cracked. Sonia, with a wry smile, obliged, her dress sliding down further to expose her upper body completely. The room was a cacophony of camera clicks, the only other sound the occasional shuffle of feet as the guys adjusted their positions for a better view.

Sonia drew each arm in turn out of the dress, so she was sat on it in just her black lingerie.

Her chest was heaving, her breath shallow as she watched me watching her. She knew that she was turning me, and all the guys, on and she was enjoying it. She looked over to me and gave me a little nod toward my camera. It was then I had realised I had not taken any photos since her change into the blue dress. I began reeling off shots and moved into the middle of the group.

"Julie, can you, uh, drop your left bra strap off your shoulder for us?" George's voice was thick with anticipation.

Sonia's eyes didn't search mine for approval, and she slipped the strap off her shoulder with no hesitation. I had feeling, a mix of excitement and trepidation. She slid the strap down, revealing her creamy skin and the upper curve of her breast, the nipple still hidden by the lacy fabric. The room was a symphony of shutter clicks and heavy breathing.

Her confidence grew as she felt the power of her own sexuality. "How about this?" she said, her voice low and sultry, as she drew the strap down her arm, exposing her left breast, the nipple erect and peeking out over the cup of her bra. The room was silent except for the frantic whir of cameras and the sound of my own heart racing in my chest.

The guys circled around her, their lenses capturing every angle, every curve, and every detail. Sonia, now fully in character as 'Julie', arched her back, pushing her partially exposed breasts towards the cameras. The room was alive with excitement, a raw, sexual energy that was intoxicating.