My wife Debbie and I had been married for over 20 years. During that time, my blonde haired, blue-eyed beauty had only become more beautiful. Debbie's long hair was now down to the small of her back. Her waist was still small and her butt was nice and full. Breasts were a perfect, firm handful of 34-C's. Yes, I know it's hard to believe that at 42 years old her tits were firm – but they were.
OK, blonde clichés, here they come. Debbie was a little airy between the ears. Some would consider her a bit (or a lot) naïve. I adored her nonetheless. She was a fantastic mom to our kids (PTA, community volunteer, etc.) and a gracious host to our friends. She was definitely a help to my career opportunities too. Don't kid yourselves, having a beauty for a wife tends to curry favor amongst the rich and famous (and horny).
To my knowledge, Debbie had only had one sexual partner before we were married. A boyfriend that she really liked, but who was too immature to know what he had. I met her when she was 19 and got married a couple of years later.
Here comes another cliché, we had great sex (at least I thought so) almost everyday for the first 10 years we were together. Great sex included oral sex (I like giving almost as much as receiving), multiple positions, facials, tit fucking and even anal (once-she hated it). She was into trying a lot of things to try and please me. What a gal! Then came the kids.
OK, I absolutely love my kids. But let's face it: they put a huge damper on the sexual part of the husband and wife relationship. Sex became almost non-existent for a while which led to or was caused by other relationship issues. We almost split. But after some counseling and a big effort on our parts, we managed to stay together, though sex became far less fun for me than before our troubles.
She no longer gave or wanted oral sex. She only allowed sex about 3 times a month and forget the tit fucking and facials. It just wasn't going to happen.
One of the things the counselor suggested was that we go back to being more open and explorative of each other's sexuality. My wife was pretty uncomfortable with that because she was having some bad "body image" feelings after having the kids. A little sag here, less tone there. No big deal for me, but significant for her.
I thought that if I got out my expensive digital photography equipment and took some pictures of her, she would see the beauty I see and get over her insecurity. I told her that we'd only take pictures that she was OK with.
She was a pretty conservative to start with. Pretty much stuck to church clothes. After she saw the first set of pictures, she had to acknowledge that she looked good. I was then able to coax her to start showing a little more of her beauty and focusing less on the clothing.
The next set had her in summer dresses, skirts & blouses. The pictures looked good. It was quite a step forward for her and her body image, but she was still kind of nervous about them. However, I continued to gently encourage her to display a bit more of her body in the next set of pictures.
First, I had her leave her bra off while wearing the same summer outfits. That looked sexy, but not too revealing. Next came the shorter skirts. Next were thong panties instead of her regular type. She was starting to get into this.
It took me quite a while, but finally I got her to wear a bathing suit for a picture set. However, she chose a one piece while I was hoping for a bikini. Well, one step at a time.
I bought her another one-piece bathing suit that was getting more risqué. It was skin toned with a very narrow strip of fabric covering her pussy and was very high cut on the legs.
The suit's cut required Debbie to shave her blonde pussy hair everywhere except for where the narrow strip of fabric covered. Her pussy itself had to be completely shaved. The top of the suit had a very deep "v" down to her navel and the sides of her breasts were prominently displayed both in the cleavage area and on the sides. She looked HOT.
She suggested that we take some shots of the two of us together. We started with some embracing, kissing and cuddling shots. Each time I set up the self-timer and jumped into the picture. The resulting photos were not the greatest. Some were a little out of focus. Others were not centered particularly well. In general, they all looked "posed" and neither of us was too happy with them.
Debbie really wanted some "couples" shots though and she asked if I had a friend that could work the camera while we posed.
My dirty mind was disappointed because I thought that by doing all the camera work myself, Debbie would eventually agree to some nudes and possibly some "action" shots of the two of us. I really didn't think she'd even consider this if another person were in the room. So I told Debbie that I couldn't think of anyone.
However, she immediately said that John would probably be willing and able to help us out. She asked me to contact him about doing a shoot at our house on Saturday night since our kids were going to be at her folk's house all weekend.
John was one of my best friends. He and I played golf together regularly and generally got along in everything we do. John was not married but had a reputation as being quite a ladies' man. Debbie liked him and I thought that I could sense some chemistry between them when I'd see Debbie with him. A couple of years ago I mentioned the chemistry thing to her, but she said that she and John were just like brother and sister. Knowing John, I had my doubts that he viewed Debbie as a sister.
I let Debbie know that I'd contact John to see if he'd be able to join us this Saturday evening for some photography. When I told John what we were looking for and that Debbie would be in a bathing suit, he eagerly agreed to help us out.
Debbie seemed very pleased and said that she was looking forward to Saturday night.
Saturday rolled around and Debbie was out shopping for most of the day. When she got home she said that she had some surprises for me. She had bought a couple of bikinis and some very short and loose fitting sun dresses.
I asked her to model them for me, but she told me to wait until tonight.
John arrived at around 8:00 p.m. and checked-out the setting for the shoot. We had chosen our guest bedroom because it was large, had a king-size bed and plenty of room to move around.
John went out to get some additional photo equipment (lighting, etc.) and went to the room to set-up. Debbie and I waited for him in the living room and when he came down, we shared a few glasses of wine and some conversation before getting started with the shoot at around 9.
Debbie started with one of her older, but short sundresses. She wanted me in shorts and a loose summer shirt. Her sundress was not very revealing under normal circumstances, but she had to be careful when sitting to not give onlookers a beaver shot and when she bent over, the dress revealed a pretty good amount of her firm tits. However, because she considered John a brother, she didn't seem concerned by these things at all while John was taking pictures.
I wanted to get some good, revealing pictures while I had the chance. So when we started with the couple shots, I made sure that I "accidentally" pulled Debbie's dress up a bit to give a clear shot for John to get her thong and butt. In other poses, I tried to make sure that there were maximum breast shots showing.
After a handful of shots, Debbie wanted to change into another of her outfits and I went to upload the images to my computer. Unfortunately, John had barely got any of the revealed panties or tits into the pictures.
Debbie came back into the room wearing an eye-popping bikini. It was like tiny strips of material covering her tits, ass-crack and pussy. The swelling in my shorts had to be noticeable. Of course, this also made the mind below my belt take over all thinking for me. I wanted the accidental oops in the pictures to be even hotter.
I brought more wine into the room and we relaxed and talked over several more glasses.
While doing the cuddling and embracing poses, it was real easy to have her tits pop into plain view and I was hoping that John would get the shots. Unfortunately, I think John's focal lens was below his belt too.
I checked his sweat pants and sure enough, his package had swelled. The resulting photos were pathetic and unrevealing. Barely a single nipple came into view.
Debbie acted embarrassed about showing John her tits and with the x-rated poses I was having her do. However, she was happy that none of the pictures were too revealing (I was not showing her any of the hot pictures.)
I wanted to see more in the pictures though. I decided that good pictures were only going to happen if I took them.
