Logan and Amanda Barns had known each other all of their lives, growing up in a small farming community on the plains.
In high school Amanda was a popular member of the pep squad while Logan was a starter on the football team and a star distance runner on the track team.
Amanda never had to work to get attention from the boys in school. She was a five-foot three green eyed, 115-pound redheaded beauty with a beautiful face, 32C breasts and tight shapely body. Logan stood just under six feet and weighed 180 pounds, having an athletic build.
They dated off and on throughout high school, but never really became serious. Amanda was considered a bit of a goody two shoes, while Logan was busy with sports, hunting and camping. Logan went away to the military immediately out of high school, while Amanda went away to college, studying to be a nurse.
When Logan returned from active duty, they reconnected, started dating, eventually marrying and having children. Neither of them had really had any sexual experience when they married.
They settled into life in the small farming community where they had grown up. Amanda as a nurse at the local hospital, Logan started a financial services business, becoming quite successful.
Once she became pregnant with their first child Amanda quit her nursing job to be a mom and housewife. She stayed active outside the home being involved in a number of organizations like the PTA as well as being a Sunday school teacher at their local church.
Having had two children Amanda's body had matured and filled out nicely. She now weighed 134 pounds with a 36DD 28 34 figure. She took good care of herself going to the gym a few times a week. Logan told anyone who would listen that he was the luckiest man in the world to have landed Amanda. Now in her mid-thirties Amanda was pretty much considered a MILF by young and old alike. In fact, she was one of the most popular Sunday school teachers at their church.
Amanda was quite self-conscious about her body, particularly her breasts. Try as she would to dress so that they didn't attract attention they always seemed to attract it.
They had a normal sex life which had settled into a routine after 10 years of marriage. Logan was the more sexually adventurous of the couple. He liked to view and read pornography, constantly trying to get Amanda to try new things. Over the years he had made some progress with her, however, he was always trying to push Amanda's boundaries. Sex for the most part consisted of missionary position sex and a little dirty talk. Over time Logan had gotten Amanda to allow him to go down on her and she reluctantly accepted the introduction of a toy into their love making.
She would wear sexy lingerie for Logan during their love making and occasionally under her conservative clothing when they would go out. She was more inclined to be sexier when they would go to the city for a weekend to shop and go out to nice restaurants.
If it were up to Logan things would be quite a bit more adventuresome. He would often mention his fantasies to Amanda during love making. Things like giving him a blowjob, which she summarily rejected as dirty. His fantasies also included her wearing revealing clothing in public, having a threesome or exposing herself to other men. Although she seemed excited when Logan mentioned these topics during sex, Amanda wouldn't discuss any of them outside of their marital bed.
Logan had other fantasies and desires as well, however he knew that he didn't dare bring them up for fear of ruining what they had.
One Saturday night when they had finished making love, Logan, asked the question he had been working up the nerve to ask for some time. With his birthday right around the corner he thought this might be the best time to appeal to her slightly submissive side. "Honey, guess what I want for part of my birthday present?"
Amanda rolled from her back to her side to face him. "What?"
"I've always wanted to have a glamour shot of you... you know, to put on my desk at work and for my iPhone, so whenever anyone starts talking about their wives, I can show you off." Play into her ego, he thought. "So, I thought that perhaps we could arrange for you to get a professional glamour shot taken."
"Really, Logan? You have to be kidding, I could never do that."
Logan kept up the pressure, "Come on, Darlin, don't you want me to be able to show off how I have the prettiest wife to the boys?"
"Hmmm..., I wouldn't want to deprive you of that," Amanda said sarcastically.
"Great, I'll do some research and see what I can find." And then he cringed a little in the dark as he slipped out his last comment. "And maybe they could take a few sexy ones just for me."
"No way!!, You're kidding right? Not in your wildest dreams."
"Nothing crazy, but it would be great to be able have a photo of you to remind me of how sexy you are and how lucky I am when I'm away from home," Logan said trying to appeal to her ego. He waited for her response.
"Not much of a chance that I'll do it, but let's see what you find out. I just wouldn't be comfortable having a stranger take photo of me, especially sexy ones!" Amanda smiled in the dark, then leaned over and gave him a kiss.
Over the next week or so Logan searched the web for possible photographer options. Most were either "Plain Jane" photography studios or studios that specialize in boudoir photography. The Plain Jane photographers didn't seem to offer what he wanted and he knew that if he suggested a boudoir photographer Amanda would nix the idea immediately. Logan was beginning to think that his ship had sailed and that noting would ever come of it.
They were invited to a sort of upscale diner party, not fancy dress or anything like that, but not a casual barbeque either. The host had billed the invitation as the "First Annual Spring Fling -Dinner, Drinks and Dancing." Logan was really looking forward to it since they hadn't been out on a date lately. They both looked forward to date nights when they could find the time. They would usually get a babysitter for the weekend so that they could leave the children behind. This gave them the opportunity to travel to the city where they could dress up and act out an occasional role play game.
Actually, the roleplay was Logan's favorite thing to do on date night, not so much for Amanda. In reality Logan had to work pretty hard to get Amanda to play along most times. Amanda simply was not comfortable wearing more risqué outfits and sexy lingerie in public. "Oh, sure you want to play your kinky games," Amanda would say. Occasionally, after much cajoling by Logan, she would wear stockings and heels with a nice dress and perhaps some sexy lingerie.
She was not a drinker, but when she did her inhibitions would drop just enough that Logan could get her to even flirt with other men a bit. Although Amanda would never admit it this activity was a huge turn on to both of them, typically resulting in a night or two of amazing sex.
"Does my butt look big in this?" Amanda said to Logan. The classic woman-to-man question that men cringe at having to answer. There is no way to answer it without getting into trouble with the wife. She grinned an evil grin at Logan as she said it, but she truly was asking for his opinion. "Seriously, does it make me look fat?"
The dress Amanda was wearing was a striking hunter green satin sheath dress that fell about 2 inches above her knee. The backless dress was somewhat conservative albeit form fitting. The moderate v neck afforded a hint of bountiful cleavage. A narrow halter strap held the bodice of the dress tightly against her breasts. Another thin strap crossed her back just below her shoulder blades connecting the two sides of the bodice. When viewed from the side or back there was just a hint of side boobs. The narrow strap being the only cover on her back from her shoulders to the waist made it impossible to wear a bra. Finally, there was a 10-inch vent in the
back, spanning from the hem to just a few inches below the swell of her heart shaped butt.
"Very classy," Logan thought. Perfect to showcase Amanda's mature curves. Her 36DD breasts topping off her gorgeous legs and mature ass. Logan considered her body to be perfect, a MILF. He was proud of Amanda's body.
Amanda on the other hand was self-conscious. Since they married, she had put on some weight. As a result of breastfeeding three children her perky 32C boobs had developed into what she sometimes considered to be troublesome 36DD melons. Her tummy and ass weren't quite as firm and slim as when they were in high school.
She often referred certain
parts of her body as 'giggly bits'. Logan really didn't care. He loved her just the way she was.
"I love it," Logan said honestly, but his compliments didn't satisfy her. She gazed at herself in the full-length mirror in their bedroom, twisting and turning to see herself from different angles.
"It shows off all my lumps and bumps, and I can't wear a bra because of the back of this dress," she complained, "I don't like it."
Logan sighed and rolled his eyes. The dress had cost him a fortune, she had even tried it on in the shop. Now they were finally going to go to the party that they had bought the dress for and she was deciding that she didn't like it.
"I think I'll go for the black one instead," and off she went back in to the walk-in closet to change, so Logan put down his drink and followed her in. He had to do or say something to boost her confidence, appeal to her ego maybe? Flattery and compliments? "Hmmm, what to do?" Logan pondered.
He timed his entrance into the closet perfectly. Amanda had slipped out of the dress and stood before him in a lacey thong and matching white bra. Her long red hair was piled up on the top of her head. Logan always found that to be sexy. Her milky white neck and shoulders just begged him to kiss and nibble them, plus she smelled so good, even without perfume. He couldn't help walking up behind her, grabbing her around the waist to plant a trail of wet kisses down her neck. She stopped him.
"We don't have time for that now," Amanda said, her green eyes sparkling. Logan wasn't going to let her get away that easily, and he held firm while she tried to wriggle out of his embrace, giggling as he continued to nibble and tickle at her neck.
"Logan!" she squealed at him as he reached up and pulled her bra cups down under her beautiful 36DD breasts. As they spilling out, Logan grabbed them immediately, "Seriously, we don't have time for this now! We have to be there in 30 minutes and I'm not dressed yet! Later, I promise," Amanda said.
"Okay," Logan said, disappointed, "I'll keep you to that though. You look so sexy, I need you."
"That's if you're not too drunk," Amanda replied with another smile as she stuffed her breasts back into the safe confines of her bra.
"I won't be," Logan promised. "Please wear the green dress. You really do look amazing in it," Logan pleaded.
"I don't have the figure for it. Besides I can't wear a bra with that dress. I shouldn't have bought it. I don't know what I was thinking," Amanda said.
"Pretty please?" Logan pleaded with a pout. Knowing that with just the right psychological pressure that she would submit to his will. "You'll be the prettiest maid at the ball," he stated.
"But I can't wear this bra," she said slipping it off, cupping her breasts. Hefting them up in her palms.
"The dress is made for that," Logan stated. "It has a lining and everything built into it. You'll be beautiful in it!"
