I'd met Roger at a photographic society meeting. Well, not met him exactly, in fact he'd approached me after one of the meetings and asked if I'd like to do some private shots. I'd been doing a bit of modelling at a few of these meetings to make some extra money for my trip round Europe, a study of the male form they apparently called it. I was a bit suspicious at first as I thought he may be getting a bit fresh, but he quickly assured me that it was nothing like that and that he wanted me to pose with his wife while he took some shots. I was a bit dubious and still didn't trust him but when he offered me twice what I was getting for the usual modelling I just couldn't turn it down and we agreed I'd visit the following Friday night. I meanwhile reassured myself that if he did try anything on I'd plant him and still take the money.
So anyway Friday night arrived and I made my way across town to his place, very nice it was too in a posh area of town, and knocked at the door. Roger answered it, a big grin spreading across his face when he saw me, "So glad you could make it," he said, "Please come in, Stephanie's dying to meet you." I followed him through to the sitting room and there standing by the fireplace was Stephanie, she was nothing like I expected. Roger was in his early forties and was no oil painting and I was half expecting his wife to be of the same ilk. I thought I'd just get through it by thinking of the money but Stephanie however was nothing like her husband, fortunately for me.
She was probably late thirties, slim, with dark shoulder length hair, she was much better looking than I expected and it briefly crossed my mind as to what she was doing with Roger. She stepped across to meet me shook my hand, kissed my cheek and offered to get me a drink. I accepted, thinking it would help calm my nerves a bit. She brought it to me and then disappeared upstairs, "I'll just go and get ready" she said as she left. What for, I wondered. While she was gone Roger explained that the thought of seeing his wife with another bloke had always turned him on and he thought that this was a good way of achieving his fantasies.
Takes all sorts, I pondered to myself. He explained he just wanted to do a couple of rolls of film to see how things went and we'd take it from there. Just as I finished my drink Stephanie called from the top of the stairs that she was ready and with a little excitement and some trepidation I made my way up the stairs. Roger said he'd be up in a few minutes, he'd let me get ready and get more acquainted with Stephanie first while he got his camera gear ready.
When I reached the top of the stairs I heard her call me into the main bedroom at the end of the landing and I entered nervously. She was sitting at her dressing table as I entered but rose to meet me. She had changed her clothes and now wore a white silk dressing gown, what was underneath I could not tell as yet. "Don't be shy" she said taking me by the hand and leading me over to the side of the bed. "Here let me help you get out of these things so we can get started. I'm so pleased you came, you are as good looking as Roger said." I blushed and she began to unbutton my shirt. Once removed she ran her hands across my chest and shoulders and sighed admirably, "This is going to be even better than I thought" she said.
She proceeded to unbuckle my belt and undid my pants and slid them over my hips so they fell to my feet. I kicked off my shoes and socks and pulled my pants free and threw them to one side. I stood in front of Stephanie now dressed in just my shorts and she looked me up and down and smiled, "My word, you look even better than you do in Roger's photo's" she commented. "You mean you've seen the photo's?" I asked. "Oh yes, whose idea do you think it was to invite you?"
"Well I presumed it was Roger's"
"Roger has always wanted to watch me with another man but I was never too keen. But when he showed me your photo's I thought yes why not. I've got a secret thing about younger, athletic men but I've never told Roger and I thought this would be an ideal opportunity to fulfill my secret yearning. But the good thing is I'd be doing it with Roger's full approval as well and he wouldn't even realise."
"Very clever."
"Yes, I thought so too." She stepped forward so she came in close proximity to me and I could feel her breath on my chest and she ran her hands down my sides until they reached my shorts. She looked up to me and we both bent forward and began to kiss. It started off a little tentative but soon developed into quite a passionate embrace and I began to feel myself stiffen in my shorts. Stephanie giggled as it pushed into her side as we embraced, "Mmm, I can tell you're going to look good in the photo's" she teased. She broke off, stepped back and undid the tie on her dressing down. I let out low whistle as she slowly pulled it open and stood there before me clad underneath her wrap in white lace basque, briefs stockings and suspenders. "Jeez, you look fabulous" I said. "You'd better be careful, flattery will get you everywhere if you're not careful."
"I only hope it does" I replied. We heard Roger coming up the stairs and she covered herself up again for the time being. "Hope you two are getting on ok?" he asked as he came into the bedroom carrying his camera. "Oh I think we're going to be just fine, don't you Steve?" she responded. "Yes I think so" I replied. "Good, good," said Roger "It makes it so much easier for me when your subjects get on well. So why don't we get started then."
