(Author's note: This story is based on an actual event in my life. My husband (at the time) had some "special" photos taken of me. The relationship between "Dani" and "Brad" is also based on an attraction I had for one of my cousins. Enjoy!)
Nicole thought it was a rather bizarre request, at first anyway. It had come from her husband of 9 months, and 6 of those months they had been separated, as he was deployed to Afghanistan. He was a 27 year old Sergeant, she was his adoring 22 year old newlywed, eager to please him in all ways, because she loved him so much. The lonely nights she had experienced since he left were practically unendurable. She knew she had to fulfill his favor to keep them both from going crazy with need and desire. What he wanted were some professionally done photos, but with a little twist.
She had called around to some local boudoir photo places, but with no luck. When she explained exactly what she needed, they all declined. This left her no choice but to put an ad on craigslist seeking a photographer. She figured the tagline( Young wife looking for 'special' photos for deployed hubby) would draw a lot of respondents, but she had no idea that she would literally get hundreds. Some were legit, some were definitely shady, and some were downright creepy (will provide bed and alcohol!). She narrowed it down to about five. When she explained what was involved and how she needed certain 'props', all but one was flummoxed.
Her husband had requested very specific photos to be taken. The first would be her in several different poses wearing bikinis, nighties, and lingerie. Then they would progress to her in various states of undress. Topless, flashing, and peek-a-boo ( her sitting in a schoolgirl outfit, with no panties on, for example). Then it would be fully nude, with poses ranging from shy and demure to wanton and aching. They would progress to her touching herself, getting herself more and more worked up. She would then finish herself off on film with her favorite vibe.
As dirty as these were, they would get even more crazy. Her husband specifically requested pictures of her with large muscular hands on her breasts, ass, and inner thighs. He also wanted her on her knees, with a fully erect cock just inches from her mouth. He also wanted her in various positions on the verge of being penetrated. Finally, he wanted a picture her with simulated cum all over her face. He suggested she use coconut syrup, which was a dead ringer. He also requested that whoever would be posing with her was her choice, but that his face would not be visible in any of the pictures.
The request really through her for a loop at first. Her husband was a normal, macho military man. They had never been swingers or swappers or anything like that. But the more she thought about it, the more sense it made. He had always been really proud of the way she looked, the way she walked, and her generally sexy aura. She didn't think she was all that , but she had been told her whole life how hot she looked. She was small, 5'4", 115 lbs, dark brown hair, well shaped hips and legs. She always wished she had bigger tits than her modest c-cups, but it was her ass that got the most compliments from bold men (and some women), and furtive stares from the less bold ones. Her Hispanic/Irish heritage gave her a faintly exotic look, and some people told her she had the eyes of a minx. Her husband loved showing her off.
Before they were married, he had hosted a super-bowl party for some of the guys in his unit. Before they showed up, he asked if she would be willing to wear just her panties and a t-shirt " Are you serious? Panties and that tiny t-shirt?"
"It's just that you're so hot! I want to show you off She was hesitant, but after a lot of sweet-talking, and some strategic kisses on that sweet spot on her neck that made it impossible to refuse him, she acquiesced. She felt totally exposed as the guys started to show up. She could see their surprise and feel their eyes appraising her. She went about her business the best she could, serving chips and beers to the guys. Some even complimented her on how sexy she looked, and her husband seemed proud to hear it. Eventually, she relaxed, and even began to enjoy the looks and comments. If this is really what he wants, I can play the part of a slut, she thought to herself.
She made a point to bend over right in front of the guys when picking up the empties, giving them all an eyeful of her barely covered ass. She could even feel herself getting wet. February in WA was always cold, so her nipples her straining against the thin cotton t, and were clearly visible to everyone's enjoyment. One of the guys even commented.
"Wow, guess its colder in here than I thought! You could poke someone's eye out with those things!"
"Well, I cant help it, and the fact that you are all staring doesn't make it any easier."
" Oh, I don't think you mind. In fact, that damp spot on the front of your panties says something else entirely!"
They all laughed, especially her fiancé. She wanted to strangle all of them. After the game, she practically raped him, she was so worked up by her escapade. He would do other things to her, like make her go dancing with him while wearing a short skirt and no panties. She knew several strangers got a peek of her neatly trimmed landing strip. He even let her dance with other guys. He didn't even seem to mind when they put their hands on her ass. "Did you see that guy? He had his hand all over my ass? I thought you would've kicked his ass!"
" He couldn't help it! You have that effect on guys. Especially that butt of yours. Besides, you sure were smiling an awful lot. I think all three of us enjoyed it!"
The photographers that she spoke to were all willing to do the pictures she described. The problem was her co-model. She couldn't ask any of her or her husband's friends to do it, it would be just too weird. She needed it to be a stranger, but how to find one? It's not something you put an ad in the paper for. She asked her best friend about it.
" Are you kidding me? Dave really wants you to do that? That is sooo hot. Oh my God, I wish my husband would ask me to do that. There about five guys I know who would be perfect. Want me to ask one for you?"
"No, you forget, we all know the same people. It has to be a stranger. But how do I find one?"
"Well, you could ask the photographer to set someone up for it."
Some of the respondents had suggestions, all of which seemed dubious at best. One even volunteered to pose himself, which left the question of who would take the pictures. Only one of the photographers, a young lady, had a viable suggestion. They discussed it on the phone.
" As far as a co-model, my brother Brad would be perfect."
"Well, my husband was specific, he wants someone with muscular hands and arms."
"Oh, Brad is perfect, he lives in the gym, and as for the one shot you talked about, well..... lets just say he's pretty impressive down there. Ok, basically, he's hung like a horse!"
"You've seen your brother naked? As a grown man?"
"Well, we grew up in pretty much of a hippy household. It was in the desert outside of Tuscon, so it was always hot. My parents weren't too concerned if we were clothed or not. No, not a lot of shyness in my family!"
Nicole talked for a long time with Dani, the photographer. She liked her, and felt comfortable with her. They agreed to a fee and a date, two weeks from today. While she felt comfortable now, she could feel tiny flutters of butterflies in her tummy. What would it be like in two weeks? But along with the nervousness, she felt a thrill of anticipation.
After the call, Dani remembered scenes from her adolescence which were indelibly etched in her mind. She had told Nicole the truth. As teenagers, she and her brother would go skinny dipping nearly everyday in the family swimming pool. It had seemed natural, with no sexual implications. But that changed one evening. She and her brother had shared a large loft on the second story of their parent's home. It was partitioned down the middle with a five foot high cubicle divider. They had grown up close to each other, with little of the normal animosity between brothers and sisters, probably due to the liberal upbringing their parents gave them.
They were home-schooled, and due to the isolation of the desert home, had little outside influences. She was a year older, though her brother , with his athletic body and handsome face, looked like he was eldest. They both continued to live at their parents house while attending college. One night, while laying awake with her light off, she heard a strange noise coming from her brother's side of the loft. She quietly crept around the partition to see what was happening. She saw her brother kneeling in front of his bed, naked. He was rubbing back and forth on his penis. She had seen it many times before, but never like this. It was huge and throbbing, like some kind of angry snake. He had a nudie magazine open on the floor.
