Wednesday, 6:31 AM
I tied my robe closed as I walked into our master bathroom and found my husband, Rob, already dressed and ready for the day. He was packing a few last items into his toiletries bag. I slid between him and the countertop and with a devious grin purred, "Good morning Mr. Knowles."
He lowered his head and ran his fingers into my auburn hair to hold the back of my head as I tip-toed to meet him for a kiss.
"Good morning Mrs. Knowles. Someone is in a good mood this morning," he smiled knowingly.
"Oh, how could I not be after last night?"
"Have to make sure you are satisfied before I go out of town. Wouldn't want you to leave you in need without me here," he teased.
"Oh please. You know all it does is leave me horny the entire time you're gone."
"Exactly! And then I come home to a woman begging me to fuck her brains out," he chuckled.
Rob and I have very healthy sexual appetites. He is responsible for unlocking mine. Before him, I had only had sex with two other guys. My senior year high school boyfriend, a grand total of twice, and a guy I dated for about 6 months my freshman year of college. Neither were particularly well "equipped" or skilled. They both had the same technique typical of the inexperienced: get on top and hump like a rabbit to a quick finish. Being inexperienced myself, I assumed that was all there was to it and that I just wasn't a sexual person.
Fast forward to football season my sophomore year of college when I met Rob at a tailgate party. He was handsome and fit, but what drew me and seemingly everyone else to him was his confidence, charisma and intelligence. We hit it off immediately and I learned that he was 24, four years older than me, and two semesters away from getting his Masters in Mechanical Engineering. At 5'10 he was tall enough that 5'3 me had to look up to meet his blue eyes, making me feel vulnerable in an exciting way that stirred butterflies in my stomach.
About a month later we had sex for the first time. He was very dominant, taking charge of the situation and manhandling me, telling me what to do and how to do it. He said all kinds of dirty things to me and ordered me to say things back. It played directly into my naturally submissive nature and was an incredible turn on. His dick stimulated areas inside me that had never been reached before and, with its gentle upward curve, he expertly used it to hammer something I didn't know existed, my G-spot, until I orgasmed for the first time in my life. When I say that it was a life changing experience, it's no overstatement. The almost four years since that night have been extremely enjoyable.
"So, I just woke up to a group text sent last night from Josh to Alex and I...,"
"Oh, Alex you say?" Rob interrupted with a mischievous wiggle of his eyebrows.
Alexis, or Alex for short, is a friend I met about a year or so prior when we were both modeling at a photoshoot for a local women's boutique. She and I became quick besties and Rob had the hots for her. I couldn't blame him, so did I. On more than one occasion she popped up in our bedroom dirty talk. Little did he know at the time that, about two months after this conversation, she and I would come back to our place drunk and horny after a girl's night out and wake him up for our first threesome. That became a somewhat regular occurrence for a while after.
"Yes, Alex," I grinned. "Anyways, Josh wanted to know if we could do a shoot with him this Saturday. Alex responded saying she was in and I wanted to touch base with you before I answered since you will still be out of town on your work trip."
Rob, Alex and I were introduced to Josh about four months prior at a gallery opening by another photographer that was a mutual friend. Josh was in his early 30s and had sort of a goth look. Rob pointed out that he resembled Keanu Reeves in character for The Matrix and he was absolutely right. His facial features, hair cut, clothing, everything. After that, Alex and I couldn't unsee it.
His work was amazing! It was almost all nude or implied nudity but it was done so artistically and with perspectives unlike anything we had seen before. He explained that he also did more "erotic" work but never displayed them publicly. He only showed them to buyers that specifically asked about it or commissioned it. I had only ever done fully clothed fashion modeling but I was intrigued at the idea of being photographed nude and displayed in such a beautifully artistic way. Rob was as well but said he was only comfortable with it if he was there for the shoots.
Over the months that followed I did three shoots with Josh, Rob in attendance and Josh's girlfriend, Danielle, assisting at all of them. The first two were artistic nude sets and the third was one of his signature "Story" shoots. These sets had a narrative that played out in photographs. The one I did was about a woman seducing her lover. It started with me dressed for a night out and by the end I was in nothing but thong panties and high heels on my knees looking up at the camera above me and unclasping Josh's belt. The end result looked very sensual and sexy but the process, like the previous two shoots, was nothing but professional.
However, the whole experience left Rob and I extremely turned on. We were insatiable for the next few days and we repeatedly role-played that Rob was the photographer and the shoot didn't stop with me just unbuckling the belt. Me playing his "slut model" or "porn star" became a regular scenario for us.
"Did he say what the shoot was?" Rob asked.
"The text just said it's a story of two girls dealing with the sexual tension between them...," Rob laughed out loud interrupting me and said, "Well he definitely found the right two girls for that one!"
"HUSH!" I hissed back, grinning.
He was right and we both knew it. We had never done anything beyond making out and a little fondling, but Alex and I were both bi-curious and very attracted to each other.
"Look, he's kind of an odd guy but I've seen enough to know he's not just a creep trying to get girls naked. Plus, Danielle is always around so I'm fine with it if you want to."
"Thank you babe!" I squealed, giving him another kiss and then turned my attention to helping him get out the door for the airport.
Saturday, 8:15 AM
On Friday Josh sent us another text to flesh out "The Story" a little more. Our scene would be set the morning after the two girls had gone out clubbing and they would just be waking up on the couch together. He left hair, makeup and wardrobe for Alex and I to coordinate. I had just finished bringing those decisions to life and was admiring my handy work in my bathroom mirror.
My auburn hair, which typically fell to my shoulder blades, had been given a subtle wave, as if it had been fixed for a night out many hours ago, and then pulled into a ponytail for bed. My makeup was very light and natural but with eyeliner and mascara highlighting my emerald green eyes. Up top I was wearing a white cropped top tank that didn't reach much lower than the bottom curve of my breasts and no bra. I wouldn't have worn one to sleep, I rarely wore one at all. At 24 year old, my perky 34Cs didn't need the support and it was more comfortable to go without. The tank top material was a little thin, my pink areolas and nipples were not hard to spot, but it was the only one I had. On the bottom, I had decided to go with black thong panties. That is what I would have worn for a night out plus, they would make the ass I spent so much time perfecting in the gym look amazing. For the trip to Josh's place I threw on some white sweatpants rather than jeans, to avoid leaving any marks on my lower half when I took them off, and a matching cropped hoodie.
I grabbed my purse and headed out the door and, as I was locking up, a familiar voice called from across the lawn.
"Good morning there, little lady."
"Good morning Mr. Jackson," I called back, trying to not let my dislike for him creep into the tone of my voice.
"Come on now. I've told you a million times, just call me Ben," he replied as he made his way across his yard and towards our driveway.
Ben Jackson should have been part of the disclosures when we bought the house because he always seemed to be around. He worked from home in some finance or banking role but, whether we were coming or going, grilling or laying out by the pool, Ben would somehow also be outside and invite himself over for a chat. He was in his 50s with thinning hair and a slight beer belly. Somehow, he always looked like he had just stepped off the golf course with his polo shirt tucked into khakis and a rosy tint to his skin.
"Anyways, looks like you're heading to the gym this morning," he continued as he intercepted me at the driver's door of my car.
"Actually, I'm heading to a photo shoot that I am running dangerously close to being late for."
"Ahhhh, you must have on some hot little number under that," he said out of the side of his mouth as he placed his hand on my lower back and turned his gaze down towards my body. He always seemed to stand a little too close and to have a hand on any woman he spoke to. "Here, let me get that door for you."
"Thanks."
"No problem, sweetheart. I see you're in a hurry so I won't hold you up."
"Thanks again, bye," I answered as I shut the car door, quickly ending the encounter.
Twenty minutes later I pulled into the parking lot at Josh's building. The neighborhood Josh lived in was one of those previously sketchy areas that had become trendy, with lots of old properties being renovated into bars, shops, housing, etc.. His spacious studio apartment was on the corner of the second floor of what used to be some sort of multilevel warehouse.
Once upstairs, I knocked on his door and heard him shout from inside, "COME ON IN!"
