I watched my cute little wife get gangbanged and enjoyed it.
Where on earth do you start a tale like mine?
I guess I should set the scene first. My wife, Anna, is a cute little thing, 5ft tall, 34B-24-34 figure, shapely legs, sexy arse, and pert little tits. But what I have always found so sexy about her is that with this dynamite body, and gorgeous looks, she still comes across as one of those women that all men would love to have, but know she just wouldn't give them the time of day.
Now don't get me wrong, she is a lovely person, it's just that she can be so prim and proper.
I guess the real story started on holiday. We love going to the balearic islands on holiday, all that sun, and quite amazingly, Anna has always been happy to sunbathe topless there, and the thought of all those other men bing able to feast their eyes on her breasts, while watching her cute bikini clad arse often meant I had to sunbathe face down to hide my erection.
Then one time we were exploring a part of Menorca we hadn't been to before, and decided to walk across the hills to what looked on the map like a lovely little cove to have lunch and sunbathe that afternoon. It was more of a walk than we thought though, up and down hills, probably two miles in total, but eventually we reached the beach. We started to walk down the waters edge, looking for a spot, and then we noticed that the people in the cove we all sunbathing and swimming naked. Well I expected Anna to want to go back, and we talked for a few minutes, and I was amazed when she said that she was tired from the walking, wanted to stay in the cove and have linch, and if that meant sunbathing nude, then so be it.
So we carried on walking, and found a spot as far away from the others as we could and settled down before discreetly slipping our clothes off and eating lunch.
While we were eating three or four boats came into the cove, all carrying ten or twelve people, and you guessed it, they came into the beach not far from us and suddenly we were surrounded by about thirty naked people, swimming, playing ball games, eating and drinking around us.
Anna didn't seem at all fazed by this, and was remarkably relaxed laying sunbathing nude – I was staggered. There was my prim and proper wife, who wouldn't wear a mini skirt back in England calmly massaging suntan oil into her naked breasts and buttocks not ten feet from a group of naked teenage boys.
She seemed to change a little after that experience, in fact we often seek out naturist beaches now, as she enjoys the freedom.
Anyway, when we returned to England, during the long hot summer we often went out for days in the country, and more and more we would look fir quiet spots where we could strip off and sunbathe nude, and needless to say my thoughts turned more often to indulging in some outdoor activities.
I even got Anna to pose for my new digital camera naked, promising her that no-one else would ever see the pictures.
As summer faded into autumn, and winter was fast approaching, Anna asked what I would like for Christmas – we always try to buy what each other wants, and I asked if she really wanted to know what I would like more than anything else. She said yes, and after asking again if she was sure she wanted to know, I told her I wanted a painting of her laying naked on a beach to hang on my office wall.
I expected her to refuse point blank, but she didn't, she just quietly said she would think about it.
A couple of weeks later she raised the subject of Christmas again, and then brought up my request, asking how we would go about it. So I told her I had been looking on the internet for artists, and had found a couple that took commissions for nude portrait sittings, and suggested we contact them. Anyway, after exchanging emails with them for a couple of weeks, Anna finally decided that she couldn't face going to an artist's studio and posing naked for hours. So the dream seemed to have died. I contacted the artists, telling them of her decision, and one of them, Mark, replied saying that if we had a decent photograph of her in the pose, he could work from that.
After reading that email, Anna agreed that would work, and she would be happier with that. So we confirmed to the artist, and told him we would get the photographs shot once we found a photographer. He came straight back to us with the name and address of a photographer, Steve, he had worked with before who lived about thirty miles from us.
Anna liked the idea of using a photographer who wasn't local, so we rang him, and made an appointment to go and see him. We arrived at Steve's studio one evening, to find him and his assistant, a young lady, waiting for us. Mark had already been in touch with him explaining what we were looking for, and Steve had set up a beach scene backdrop in his studio. We chatted for a while, over a coffee, and then he suggested that Anna go and slip into her bikini for some test shots. His assistant, Emma, went with her, to help fix hr hair and makeup, and about thirty minutes later they reappeared, and Anna looked even more stunning than usual.
Steve and Emma were fantastic, and worked together so well, with Emma demonstrating poses to Anna, and helping to position her etc. while Steve fired away with his camera, which was connected to his PC. The shoot was quickly over, and the four of us sat down to review the shots on the large monitor in his viewing room. The results were stunning, and we took our time to choose half a dozen shots we really liked that Steve then printed off on his laser printer for us to take home.
Steve then asked if we really wanted to go ahead and have the nude shots taken. Anna immediately replied yes, but said she wanted to get her hair done for the real shots, so we agreed that we would return that weekend for a second session.
Saturday was soon with us, and we were back at the studio. Steve welcomed us in, and to our surprise, there were two other men present. Steve introduced then as John and Carl and explained that Carl was a trainee beautician from the local college, while John was his weekend assistant. Anna was a little shaken to find out that she was to be photographed with three strange men watching, but we couldn't really back out now.
Again we sat and chatted for a while over coffee, looking at the test shoot shots again, to decide which poses he would shoot today, and then he asked Anna to go and change out of her clothes, and into a robe ready for the shoot. I was a little surprised, as was Anna, when Carl and John got up to go with her, but Steve explained that John would be looking after her hair, while Carl was the make-up expert.
Anna accepted this, and went off to the changing room, and Steve, seeing the look of concern on my face told me not to worry, they were both professional, and anyway, the changing room had cctv running, to ensure that models felt safe, and with a couple of clicks on the remote, we could see the changing room on screen. There was my wife sitting in her bra and knickers, while John put the finishing touches to her hair, and Carl applied some make-up to her face. Then they told her to slip of underwear, and put on the robe, and left her. Steve turned the monitor off as John and Carl rejoined us.