Dear Bob,
Honey, you remember the glamour photo shoot you gave me for my birthday last year? I know you do because you have the pictures from that session, and we had one framed which sits on your desk. It was a great gift, and it was such a treat for me to have the chance to have a professional make-up and hair design artist work with me to prepare me for the shoot. It was such fun especially knowing that you and I have shared the fact that I have a bit of an exhibitionist streak, and it was so nice to have all that attention given to me, and how I look. As I get older, I worry about that you know. All women do.
And before I go on I want you to know that I love you, and was really grateful for this gift from you. I know you like the pictures and how they turned-out. I do also. That whole session made me feel very special, and I think you will agree that the special feelings I had, enhanced the way I look in the photos...you can tell by looking at the pictures of me that I was luxuriating in all the attention these professionals were giving me. It made me feel that I am a beautiful woman, and that you....and even the men that were working with me, see me as an attractive female.
I know you like the pictures with a little of my cleavage showing, those are your favorites. I secretly like them the best too. You know how proud I am of my breasts, and the outfits they chose for me tastefully revealed just enough to make those shots kind of sexy for you.
The reason I am writing this to you is to thank you again for that experience. But there is more. And I have waited to tell you about the entire session, for a time that I thought you would like to hear about it. By that I mean, that you are sometimes very jealous and I don't want to do anything that would upset you. But recently we have been playfully fantasizing about me as your "naughty wife", and role playing with me being sexy and revealing to other men....with you included. And I know that it sometimes excites you when we fantasize about me in circumstances with other fictitious men, with you either watching or participating.
I must tell you that those times with you are very exciting to me also...they are such fun. They make me so hot and horny, and they reveal the side of me that can be a little bit slutty. And it makes me all the more horny knowing that these fantasies makes you hot and hard.
So, I now feel that I can confess to you the details of what really happened during that entire photo session. Please don't be upset with me by my telling you this. It is my hope that we can share what happened to make our own sex-time together even more exciting. I hope what I am about to tell you, excites you like it does me. You already know about the first part of the shoot, so I won't dwell on that. It is what happened after they finished the shots with the low-cut tops.
Are you ready?
I admit I was a little bit excited during that part of the shoot. The photographer and his two assistants (both young men) all gathered to show me the types of outfits they believed would be the most flattering. I could tell they enjoyed this, helping me to select tops that would show-off my breasts. Some of their choices were really too daring for me, but I could tell they wanted me to at least try them on. And I did try a couple of them on. But I had a special bra on, one that I
usually wear only for you. And the lower-the-cut of the outfit, the more bra I was showing. That was not very photogenic. But the guys seemed to enjoy the fact that I was willing to try on even some of the outfits that I said were too revealing....I guess that must have given them the impression that I was enjoying that part of it, and that even though I wouldn't let them photograph me showing that much, I was willing to show-off some of my big tits to them in the process.
And I confess to you that it was fun teasing these young guys a little bit. There I was, just me, your wife, alone with three men in a photo studio, trying on clothes that were supposed to show me off to you, my husband. And all three of the men that were giving me advice, and especially complimenting me on my body, seemed to be enjoying the odds, as well as what they knew was my teasing behavior with them.
I certainly had not given any thought to any additional pictures being taken after the "revealing" ones had been completed. Our session, and what little titillation we all had felt, seemed to signal the end of our time...and I was prepared to thank them, get dressed in my street clothes, and come home. I don't know what happened. Honestly. And what I am about to confess to you, and the reasons that it happened, I have been trying to understand for the last 4 months.
I guess your assessment of my having a little exhibitionist in me is accurate, because otherwise I don't know how to explain the following events.
During the final set I noticed that the photographer (Tom) was particularly complimentary about how I looked in the low-cut top I was wearing. He even went so far as to say how lucky my husband was to have those "trophies" to play with....referring to my tits. Any other time comments like that would have turned me off. But for some reason I found it made me a little warm. And the two other guys (Steve & Dave) started right in with the compliments also. Things like "...Mrs. Childs you sure have a knock-out body"..., and "...are you sure you don't want to show us a little more?"
Their comments were having some effect on me, and I don't know what I did to indicate my pleasure at hearing them, but they kept saying things. "I bet breasts like yours have great nipples." And "Try leaning over just a bit more, and use your arms to squeeze your tits up and out." I did. And "I bet you're like many women whom we photograph. We can tell you are proud of your breasts, why not let us take some shots of you topless? What do you think guys, do you think her husband would like some pictures of his wife showing-off her great tits?"
Of course there was unanimous agreement. And while I was following their instructions to lean over more and squeeze my tits, and they were clicking-away with the camera, it occurred to me that I was getting hot at the possibility that these young men were becoming sexually aroused at the thought that I might be willing to do some topless shots for them...and you. I looked down as I was squeezing my breasts together, and saw the tops of my hard nipples peaking out from the top of my bra, and I thought "...why not, this may be the only time ever, that I would have
the opportunity to give you some pictures of me that you could take with you when you travel, and jack-off while looking at them.
