Hot Lights Hot Wife Ch 002

DRESSING TABLE & MIRROR

The test shots had been fine--safe even, though a bit goofy. Dave had asked her to make different faces; happy, sad, pouty, stick your tongue out. He told her it would help her get all the bad shots out of the way. Vanessa thought it was silly at first but it had been kinda fun, listening to his rapid fire commands, letting go and just being in the moment. The way Dave was studying her now, she could tell things were about to change.

Thoughtful, Dave adjusted a setting on his camera, "Okay it's time we got to the main event. You can lose the robe now." He walked over to a vintage-style dressing table, set beneath the soft glow of a key light.

Vanessa pondered his casual statement and disregard. She didn't know what she thought would happen, leering maybe as she shrugged the robe off her shoulders. For some reason it suddenly bothered her. Didn't he want to look at her exposed body, was she not sexy enough? Questions she shouldn't be asking, but then Marc hadn't seemed interested lately either. 'Stop it Vanessa, he's being a professional... right?' she chided herself. She pushed the thought aside as she walked over to the new set.

The space was pretty, she thought to herself, intimate even--an oval mirror, a velvet stool, a few elegant props arranged neatly across the tabletop. "Sit here," Dave gestured to the red velvet stool. At first his directions seemed stern, but after a moment of consideration, she decided his words were confident, knowing, professional. Hadn't Sasha told her to trust him, to follow his directions. 'Stop overthinking it,' Vanessa said to herself.

Dave spoke softly now, Vanessa had to lean towards him to hear. "Close your eyes and imagine you're getting ready for a date. Something romantic. You're putting on the final touches--maybe perfume, maybe touching up your lipstick. I'll shoot through the mirror, catching your reflection as you do it. Something natural, classy, sensual. You want to look good for your man. You want him to desire you."

Uncertainty crept into Vanessa's voice, the imposter syndrome trying to take hold, "I don't know, Dave... I'm not exactly a model."

Dave stepped up behind her, resting a hand lightly on her shoulder, his tone reassuring in her ear, "You don't need to be. Just be the desirable woman I see." Vanessa inwardly flinched at his touch, his fingers hot on her bare skin. She shouldn't be allowing that, should she? But then shivered at his warm breath on her ear. The sound of his voice rumbled in her brain lulling her into acceptance and compliance.

She glanced up at the mirror, catching a glimmer in his eyes, before she looked away. Looking at her own reflection, her eyes fastened on the lace bra she was wearing, how nice the silk fabric felt against her breasts. In that moment she believed--she was beautiful. She did want to be desired. Wasn't that why she was here?

She nodded, and Dave gave her an approving smile before she closed her eyes and thought about getting ready for Marc. A nice romantic date like when they first met.

Dave was patient, waiting for her features to soften and shift. When he could tell her mind was imagining the scene, he said, "Open your eyes." The shutter clicked. Then again. And again.

Dave encouraged her, "Perfect. That's it. Let me see the desire. Chin up just a little--there." Click. "Give me those bedroom eyes. Think of the camera as your husband and how excited you are for him." Click. "Run the tip of your tongue along the top lip, tease the camera." Click. "Beautiful, I can see the desire now. How hot you are getting." Click.

Vanessa let herself get wrapped up in the moment, imagining Marc coming home and finding her like this. Hoping to see the excitement and lust in his eyes. She was feeling it too, a warm glow in her core. As Dave kept praising her she found herself starving to hear more. She wasn't sure why but a small part of her kept whispering that she wanted to please him.

Vanessa almost gasped when Dave touched her arm asking, "You're doing great. Want to see?" She blushed at reacting that way. She shouldn't be acting this way, she sternly told herself. So what if Marc wasn't paying her the attention she wanted. It wasn't right.

Before she could respond, Dave lowered the camera to waist level while turning it, showing her the shots on the screen. Vanessa leaned in, her breath catching. The woman in those photos didn't look forced or awkward--she looked beautiful. Her voice soft and surprised, she asked, "WOW...is that really me?"

Dave chuckled, pleased with her reaction, "Told you!" A confident grin, as he looked down at Vanessa. Damn those pouty lips would look good wrapped around his cock, he thought. Patience was necessary and he willed himself not to place his hand behind her head and pull her towards his crotch. Time to set the bait.

Instead, Dave pulled the camera up away from her. Vanessa lost her balance and her hand shot out to prevent her fall. Her hand skipped across his abdomen, landing on something hard. Leaning back she realized she was touching his bulge. She snatched her hand back like she'd been burned. "Shit. Sorry," Vanessa professed looking anywhere but where her hand had been. A flush of shame crept up her neck.

"It's all good," Dave said, then, "He didn't mind," winking at her.

His bold innuendo caught her off guard. Trying to regain her composure, she couldn't help but steal a quick glance at his crotch. What the fuck? What was he hiding in there? Vanessa shook her head in an attempt to clear her wayward thoughts. She grappled with the guilt of them. What was causing these feelings to stir inside her? She should be ashamed for thinking such thoughts, but the more she tried to push them out of her mind, the more excited she felt. It's harmless flirting, it's not like she would do anything bad.

Goaded by a desire to be someone different, Vanessa took one last look back at the mirror and something shifted inside her. A bold idea of her own. She adjusted her posture so she was profile to Dave, tilted her head back and up slightly, her fingers grazing her bra strap. She caught Dave's gaze, arching an eyebrow, "What about something like this?" She pulled the bra strap off her shoulder. Her movement caused the bra to slip down showing her brown areola and a hint of her hard nipple.

A heartbeat lasted between them before Dave smirked, "Now you're getting it." Raising the camera to his eye. Click. Click. Click.

LOVESEAT

"Are we having fun yet?" Dave asked as he lowered his camera. Vanessa looked up at him with a grin, "Yeah, I am. But I'm getting a little stiff." She cracked her neck to work out a kink. She was actually surprised that her initial nerves had melted away, leaving a confidence in their place. A confidence she would have never believed 30 minutes earlier. Something had changed in her and she couldn't name what it was. But here she was enjoying the shoot and actually having fun.

'You're not the only one,' he thought to himself, wiping his brow. He could tell she was getting more comfortable, even suggesting some playful poses, but still not as open as he'd like. Dave grinned back at her, "Cool, let's take a break. I could use some water to cool off. You?"

Vanessa flexed her neck again, hearing it pop. Nodding at Dave, she reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Dave gestured toward one of the studio set's loveseats--a plush, mid-century piece that was charming, but showing signs of wear. Vanessa sank into the plush couch cushions and sighed, feeling the high of shooting simmering in her system. Her muscles relaxed, but her positive vibes didn't fade.

Dave handed her his camera, its weight solid and heavy in her hands. He nodded toward the screen on the back. "Take a look while I grab some water," he said. "See if there are any you like."

Vanessa nibbled on her lip, a habit when she was deep in thought, as she began scrolling through the shots, her thumb brushing over the controls. Each image was crisp, well-lit, and--much to her surprise--she actually liked them. More than liked them. She loved how powerful, confident, even alluring she looked.

Her finger paused on one particular shot: she was staring directly into the camera, eyes hooded, the tip of her tongue grazing her upper lip, and the top swell of her breasts on display. It made her feel bold. Empowered. Like she was seeing a version of herself she didn't know had been waiting to be revealed.

She had been so worried about being exposed to strangers in her bra and panties, and here she was with her breasts practically revealed for anyone to see. She wondered what Marc would think, would it turn him on or make him jealous. The more Vanessa thought about it the more turned on she was getting. She couldn't explain it but her skin had an edge to it. Like it yearned to be touched.

Lost in her thoughts, Vanessa reflected on how she had always had a high sex drive. Lately though she started having fantasies--taboo thoughts--likely due to the erotica she'd taken to reading. Thinking about it she noted that she had gravitated towards stories where the wives were being naughty--they spoke to her, excited her. She assumed it was just that her sex life with Marc had become too vanilla and not as frequent as they once were. 'But was there more to it?' she thought--first Jordan's hungry look and now Dave.

She knew it was wrong to have these thoughts. She would never act on them, she wouldn't want to hurt Marc that way. But she was an adult, she was allowed to have fantasies. Thinking about other men taking her wasn't cheating, she justified. What it would feel like to have someone else inside her, it was harmless thoughts, she reasoned.

Her thoughts leapt to earlier. Feeling the bulge hiding in Dave's shorts had been an accident, but now she did wonder what it looked like, how it might feel. She knew she should feel ashamed for wanting to know. Mmmm, why then did having those thoughts feel so exquisite? She had to fan herself, her body suddenly feeling flush.

Vanessa continued flipping through the photos, marveling at the woman staring back at her. For the first time, she saw herself in a new light--not just how she viewed herself, but how others might see her. How Dave saw her. She'd never been vain; she knew she was attractive. But most of her life, she'd dressed down, softened her edges, kept herself small. At heart, she was reserved, and her clothing had always reflected that--safe, modest, quiet.

These photos were different. They sparked something in her. A version of herself that was bold, visible, unafraid. A version that didn't blend in or hide. She didn't want to retreat into comfort anymore. She wanted to be seen.

She had been a bundle of nerves walking into the studio--small and afraid. But what changed? Vanessa reflected on the events so far. Sasha's bubbly confidence had instantly made her feel better, and the relaxing tea had helped too. Dave had seen her vulnerability and understood her nerves. She recalled his voice--soft, yet so commanding--guiding her through the shots. Allowing her to open up, to trust him, to direct her thoughts and movements. She couldn't help but want to obey his directions. And in doing so, he had rewarded her with these amazing photos.

"They're so sensual." Vanessa said under her breath. She had let go and trusted Dave to lead her through the shoot, and he hadn't steered her wrong. He made her look alluring, desirable and luscious. She could feel herself craving it. And she could have it, simply by listening to what Dave told her to do.

FLASHBACK WITH SASHA

While Vanessa was absorbed in the photos, Dave moved to the small studio kitchenette, grabbing two bottles of water from the fridge. He twisted the cap off of Vanessa's bottle, then reached into the cabinet to retrieve his special tea, before adding a small amount of the powder to Vanessa's water.

Dave smiled to himself, it had been pure luck that he'd discovered the 'Relaxing Tea' as he now referred to it. In his profession time was money and new models were always tense and it took time for them to relax and get into the shoot--wasting valuable time. While out shopping one day he saw one of those new age curio stores that promised holistic remedies with natural supplements.

He went inside, after telling the woman behind the counter what he was looking for she said she had just the thing. The large container proclaimed it was an herbal tea made with natural ingredients from an ancient recipe; promising a warm and relaxing feeling, an open mind to positive experiences, and heightened sensations on the skin.

On a whim, he bought it. The woman had a glint in her eye that matched her mischievous smile as she thanked him for the purchase and said, "I hope you have fun and enjoy it. Oh by the way, it only takes a small amount." Dave shook his head and walked out the door, thinking that was an odd thing to say, but then he thought she did seem a little kooky to begin with.

To ensure it was safe and didn't taste horrible, Dave had brewed a cup. The cherry-almond flavor was surprisingly pleasant and tasted pretty good. Twenty minutes later, he noticed a slight buzz--similar to alcohol but without the dulled feeling. In fact he felt a heightened and pleasing sensation and most shocking a powerful erection. He laughed it off, thinking he was just horny and chalked it up to coincidence. Once he confirmed it wasn't harmful or had any weird side effects, he added it to the studio's drink rotation.

It was a week later when he learned its true potential. Swirling the powder around in the water bottle, Dave thought back to that fateful night, a grin playing on his lips as his cock twitched at the memory...

--

He could hear Sasha, gathering up her materials in the makeup bay and the door clicking shut behind the male model as he left. They had just finished a bodyscape shoot for a client and were getting ready to leave. "Hey Sasha, are you about ready?" Dave called out as he gathered his own stuff.

Before Dave knew what hit him, she was there, her hands gripping his broad shoulders, her fingers curling in his short cropped grey hair, her breath hot against his cheek.

He froze, his eyes widening in surprise. Sasha wasn't one for impulsiveness, especially not like this. She was the bubbly, outgoing one, the professional who kept things light and easy. But now, her eyes were wild, her body pressed against his, and he could feel her heated desire like a tangible thing.

"Sasha--" he started, but she cut him off, her lips crashing against his. She pulled him into a long passionate kiss. It was desperate, hungry, her tongue demanding entry. Dave hesitated for a moment, his mind racing. Didn't she have a boyfriend--someone she'd been with for a while, he tried to remember.

When they separated for air, Dave gave her an odd look "Slow down girl, don't you have a boyfriend?" He gently pushed her to arms length, giving him time to figure out what the hell was going on. She looked down and away with some guilt, whispering "Yeah, I do. I don't know what's going on Dave. I'm just so damn horny all of a sudden. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the reception desk.

Dave watched her fidget, unable to keep her body still. She reminded him of a junkie he'd photographed once for a Public Service campaign. It was like she was jonesing for a fix. She had always been polite and professional with him. Sure she was smoking hot, but Dave had never made any advances on her, knowing she was with someone. "Look..." he started, trying to decide if he wanted this "Are you sure?"

"Should I be doing this, no, but you've been teasing me with that bulge for the last two hours. I can't explain it, but I want this." she said, glancing at his crotch before meeting his eyes with a determined look.

Dave hesitated, he was a good dude, and tried to do the right thing most times. But her hands were already moving, tugging at his shirt, her nails digging into his skin, and he couldn't think anymore. Didn't want to.

Their lips met, sloppy and uncertain at first, then building with a passion as they both explored the other. Dave's arms wrapping around her slender frame, pulling her heated body closer. Her perky tits pillowed against his chest, her hips ground against his growing hardness. Dave tasted mint as she moaned into his mouth.

"Fuck me, Dave," she begged, her voice hoarse. "Please! I need you inside me."

Like a witch from a dark fairy tale, her words cast a spell, breaking through whatever reservations he had left. He lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the nearby couch. It was meant for clients to casually lounge on, not this--but neither of them cared. Tonight it would be put to much better use.

Dave laid her down, his hands already working to pull down her black leggings, his lips trailing down her neck in a trail of fiery quick kisses. Sasha arched her neck giving him more flesh to kiss, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. "Hurry," she gasped, he could feel her body trembling in anticipation.

Dave didn't wait to hear anything else. He yanked her leggings off, one leg dangled as it caught on her heel. Her lace panties followed quickly after. Her shaved cunt was already wet, glistening in the light, and he groaned at the sight. His fingers dipped into her heat, teasing her clit before sliding inside. Her warmth felt good, her muscles clenching around his two fingers. Dave savored the sweet sounds as she cried out.

Her head tossed back, Sasha was enjoying the sensations, someone new touching her pussy. Normally she loved a lot of foreplay, but she felt like her insides were on fire and she knew his dick was the only thing to put it out.

"No...uh...foreplay--just give it to me," she whimpered, spreading her legs wider, her heels digging into the couch's leather cushions.

Something snapped in Dave, it wasn't every day that an attractive woman like Sasha begged him to fuck her. So he wasn't interested in waiting either. He undid his belt, pushed his pants down just enough to free his bar of flesh, and then he was above her, his cock pressing against her soaked entrance.

"Shit, uhn... Slow down, you're too thick." She winced as he spread her lips open. They both groaned in relief as his crown finally popped inside of her.

"Fuck you're gripping me like a vise." Dave said, gritting his teeth.

"Bigger than...fuckkk...I expected." Sasha said via labored breaths. "Feed it slowly...let me get adjusted." Sasha looked down between them, marvelling at how wide her petaled lips were stretched around his girth. Dave was thicker than Troy, thicker than any man she'd been with. She knew it was wrong but her body was coming alive. She revelled in the feelings his cock was stirring up inside her.

Dave was loving every minute of their union, while he slowly eased more of his cock into her. Not content to claim her cunt, he wanted more. He grabbed the hem of her black sweater and shoved it up to her chin, sliding his fingers under her bra and freeing her perky tits. He lowered his head and kissed her nipples, before sucking one into his mouth and humming on its hardened tip.

He was rewarded for his effort as he heard her excited moaning. When he felt she was ready for more, he began thrusting--short, in and out jabs, both of them working to open her up. She was a firecracker, so eager for him, grunting her approval as he sought to get all of his cock embedded. Her body welcomed him with a greediness that made his breath hitch. She was tight and it took him several thrusts to finally feel his balls rapping against her mound.

Once fully seated, he eased in slowly, savoring the way she stretched around him, her walls gripping him in silky heat and then pulled all the way out before returning.