A Surprise Glamour Shoot
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You could have knocked me down with a feather when my wife first suggested it. She'd been out to see one of her girlfriends, who had shown her a large framed photograph of herself in a sexy glamorous pose, wearing a satin robe and underwear, that her friend had on display on her bedroom wall. The friend was really proud of it, explaining that her husband had arranged for it to be taken as a birthday treat. Apparently is was very professional and showed the friend in a flattering light (though my wife rather bitchily said to me that it must have taken some effort to achieve it...). That's when she floored me by saying that she'd like to have one done too.
“But that means you'll have to strip to your undies in front of some bloke!” I said, “surely you're not up for that are you?”
“Well its only like being in a bikini, and Mary said the photographer was very professional. And anyway, Mary's husband was there too, so there was no funny business. She got changed in a separate room and had the robe on for most of the shots.”
“Foe most of the shots, you mean there were more?”
“Oh yes. Mary said the guy took a load of pictures, then gave them to her on one of those stick things. They had to buy one large framed photo as part of the deal.”
“What were the other photos like then?”
“Mary showed me some of them, they weren't as flattering as the framed one, but she had some nice ones in different poses and outfits. All very respectable. What do you think, I'd like to have a go, I'm sure I'd look better than Mary, she's a bit plain...”
Well it all seemed OK to me. In fact I was a bit excited about it. My wife doesn't wear sexy underwear nearly often enough for my liking, but she always looks good in it, before I take it off her that is! And I was going to be there, so what harm could it do?
So, a couple of weeks later we arrived at the photographer's studio. Sue had brought along, at his request, a selection of outfits to wear. These were essentially her nicest sets of underwear, girdles, suspender belts, stockings, heels, and a couple of nice robes.
The guy himself, Mark, was very welcoming and set about making sure Sue was at ease, and ushered us into a waiting area where he gave us wine and biscuits as he explained the session. He suggested that Sue choose her first outfit and how she wanted to be portrayed. He showed her a make-up mirror and a small changing room for her to get ready. It was up to her how much she was prepared to reveal and that she shouldn't be concerned about him as he had “seen it all, many times. My job is to light you and capture you in the best possible way. I shall be occupied with light meters, focus and technicalities, so try to ignore me.”
He showed me a good place to sit and observe in the studio then busied himself with his cameras while Sue was getting ready. I sipped my wine and waited.
After about ten minutes, Sue emerged. She had done wonders to her face, the make-up was expertly done, emphasising her cheek-bones and her eyes, though she was a little red in the face. She had her hair up but with nice wispy bits escaping. She clutched one of her robes around her. She put down her wine glass, which I noticed was empty.
“Sue, you can rest on the chaise-longue or be more upright on the chair. Or you can stand. What suits you best do you think?” Mark asked.
“I'll recline on the chaise-longue please, like my friend Mary did.” And with that, she sat on the recliner lifted her legs together out in front of herself, and rested with one arm across the back of it. Then she slowly opened the robe and let it fall around her, so that one edge of the recliner was obscured by it. But Sue wasn't obscured! My wife was in maximum seduce mode, one knee slightly raised. Her long legs encased in black seamed stockings, her feet in black patent heels. A full-cut shiny nylon panty-girdle over a black suspender belt and the set completed by a balconette underwired brassiere that lifted and supported her 36C's and enhanced her cleavage. Wow! She looked dynamite. “Will I do?” she smiled.
“Oh yes, that's lovely!” I gasped.
“Yes, that pose works well,” Mark said dispassionately, looking through his viewfinder, “I'll just need to adjust the lights though, hang on a moment.” He moved away from his camera tripod and walked slightly unsteadily to the lights that he began to adjust. I looked at his trousers and it was clear that he had an erection he was trying to hide by walking with his back to us as much as possible, and limping slightly. I had one too.
Eventually, with the lights just how he wanted them, he began to snap away. Sue made subtle changes to her pose, head looking in one direction, then another, leg bent more or less, arm across her front, behind her head etc. Looked looked marvellous.
“Do you want to change the pose now, or try a different outfit?” asked Mark.
“Well, I'm feeling nice and warm and relaxed, so I think I'd like to make an outfit change. How about if I take off the bra?”
What, did I hear that correctly? She wants to go topless, showing her breasts to this guy! I couldn't believe it, but she was already reaching behind herself and uncoupling the bra. “Sue, are you sure about this, love?” I asked.
“Yes, its only like being on a beach in France. I'm sure you,” she nodded at Mark, “have seen a lot of bosoms?” He smiled and nodded back at her, then adjusted the camera. And with that she removed the bra completely and let it drop to the floor. “Seems more natural really,” she continued. Well I didn't object, if she was OK with it. I was looking forward to the pictures and being able to look at them time and again. Sue was in her element now though. She teased with her boobs, tweaking the nipples, cupping them, pushing them together, making pouting poses with her lips at the camera. Mark's face was red and the bulge in his trousers had grown. So had mine. Then she amazed me again.
Sue sat up on the recliner and swung her legs sideways so she was sitting across it, feet on the floor, then she raised one foot onto the recliner, and let the other leg drift apart, opening her thighs and developing into a seductive com-hither pose, inviting the cameras gaze to her panty-girdle gusset which was now wantonly on display. Then she leaned back a little against the wall behind her. This made her look even more available. The camera was clicking away, Mark clearly not believing his luck. Sue was sighing with pleasure to herself as she massaged her breasts and then let a hand rub her panty gusset. “I can help with that if you want, Sue!” I asked. She smiled at me and I went up to her, she opened her legs further, Mark zeroed in on us, and I plunged my hand down the front of the panty-girdle and frigged what I could reach. Not as much as I'd have liked as they were pretty tight.
“Get them off me, Alan!” she commanded. I didn't need encouragement and lifting her slightly off the recliner as I grasped the waist of the girdle with each hand, I pulled them down and off her, leaving her fully exposed. Mark took the camera off the tripod and came close to capture the full wonder of my wife's open pussy as I separated the lips with my fingers.
“That's great, Alan”, said Mark, “you're going to have a fantastic set of shots. Why not get Sue on her knees for a back view?”
Sue didn't need telling twice and she got on the recliner on all fours, head down, bare bottom in the air, knees well apart. “Lovely!” breathed Mark as he continued his work. “Alan, can you pull her cheeks apart a bit more so her pussy lips unstick, then we can see inside better. And get good shots of her anus!”
Sue laughed and I stationed myself alongside her and opened her up further. As Mark had said, her pussy lips, wet with her juices, began to unstick and we could see right up into her. Mark quickly switched on another light to better illuminate her crotch, and this focused attention fully on her lovely puckered anal ring, which was also wet with the sweat from the lights and Sue's own juices.
“I'll probably not want this set of shots framed and hung on the wall!” joked Sue, as we took in the view. “I think the wine went to my head, but I am enjoying this, and the effect its having on you two. And I have another idea for some shots. Mark, can you get a towel out of the washroom?”
Mark looked puzzled, but did as he was told, passing the towel to Sue. She got back on the chaise, arranging the towel between her open legs, and placed her robe over it. “I can wash that when I get home”, she said, mysteriously. “Mark, get the camera focused on my pussy and get ready for a few shots.” She relaxed back, smiling at the camera, her legs splayed and all her pussy and anus on view since her knees were raised. Then she reached down to her vagina and held the lips apart while she peed slowly, gently and steadily onto the robe-covered towel, smiling dirtily all the time at the camera for a set of most disgusting but wonderful shots. I'd been amazed and surprised earlier, but this was a whole different league. Mark was rubbing the front of his trousers as he operated the camera with one hand. Where the hell had Sue got the idea for that from?
Sue was completely carried away now. Mark just followed her lead and shot all the pictures he could manage to get. She came over to me, undid my shirt and pulled it off me. Then she made me remove my shoes and socks and finally off came my jeans and my underpants. I was fully naked, sporting a maximum hard-on. Sue knelt on the recliner, pulled her arse cheeks apart and told me to frig her pussy hard. She responded greedily, producing vast amounts of pussy-juice. “Put my juices in my bum-hole Alan,” (crikey!) “get me ready for anal!” Fuck me, Sue had never let me have anal with her! Mark had opened his flies and got his cock out, one handed as he still snapped away. I did as Sue commanded, working three fingers in her pussy and getting them saturated with the lube she was producing. I added a bit of my saliva, but it wasn't really needed, then inserted a finger in her anus and began reaming it wider until two fingers were in her. “Oh that's great, Alan, I've wondered what it would feel like! Now do me!”
My rock-hard cock and I were ready. I noticed Mark putting the camera back on the tripod and moving it to get the best angle on what was about to happen. “OK if I change to video for this, Alan, Sue?” he asked.
“Yes!” we both replied in unison. And I put my cock at the entrance to Sue's small hole, enjoying the sensation of her wet closed slippery anal ring against the head of my penis. I rubbed it up and down a little and her ring began to dilate. I pushed and Sue pushed back, then, I was in! Just the head at first, to gasps from both Sue and Mark, who was enthusiastically stropping himself at the sight of me buggering my wife. Then I relaxed the pressure a little, Sue seemed to open more, and I was able to let my whole length invade her colon. Sue made a deep purring sound and exhaled as I slowly began a series of shaftings. Then: “come over here, Mark, let me suck you off!” Sue again, what had got into her? Apart from my dick up her bum that is...
Mark was at her head like a shot, and he shot right down her throat like a shot too! Shoot, shoot, shoot, thrust, thrust thrust, Mark went at it like a steam-hammer, Finally he was shooting buckets of spunk all over Sue's face, somewhat ruining her carefully-applied make-up. She didn't seem to care. It was too much for me, and seeing this debauchery took me over the edge and I came up my wife's rectum so copiously it was as if I'd been starved of sex for weeks.
“I've not cum yet!” shouted Sue. “Get up me, both of you, DP me!” What?!
I lay on my back, Sue sat on top of me and dropped her breasts onto my chest I was hard again instantly. Mark was too. He looked at me and I nodded approval as he knelt behind us and began to finger Sue's anus. Seconds later he was up her too and we were both entering her private places together, synchronised shafting you could call it. I reached down to diddle Sue's clitoris, but she was too far gone for it to make a difference. She was shuddering throughout her body, she looked as if she was having a fit or something, but she told me later it was the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. She was thrashing about and shaking with it, peeing a little as she came and releasing vast amounts of juice. Then, sated, she lay back, fully fucked, everything wide open and dripping, everything on show, fingers holding herself open.
Mark returned to the camera and shot more photos of her in this state, some of the most treasured pictures I have of the session. Plus the video and the memories of course. Oh, and a framed large photograph in our bedroom, of Sue in her black underwear, reclining on the chaise-long, before the wonderful madness took her. And Sue assures me its a lot better picture than Mary's.
THE END
“But that means you'll have to strip to your undies in front of some bloke!” I said, “surely you're not up for that are you?”
“Well its only like being in a bikini, and Mary said the photographer was very professional. And anyway, Mary's husband was there too, so there was no funny business. She got changed in a separate room and had the robe on for most of the shots.”
“Foe most of the shots, you mean there were more?”
“Oh yes. Mary said the guy took a load of pictures, then gave them to her on one of those stick things. They had to buy one large framed photo as part of the deal.”
“What were the other photos like then?”
“Mary showed me some of them, they weren't as flattering as the framed one, but she had some nice ones in different poses and outfits. All very respectable. What do you think, I'd like to have a go, I'm sure I'd look better than Mary, she's a bit plain...”
Well it all seemed OK to me. In fact I was a bit excited about it. My wife doesn't wear sexy underwear nearly often enough for my liking, but she always looks good in it, before I take it off her that is! And I was going to be there, so what harm could it do?
So, a couple of weeks later we arrived at the photographer's studio. Sue had brought along, at his request, a selection of outfits to wear. These were essentially her nicest sets of underwear, girdles, suspender belts, stockings, heels, and a couple of nice robes.
The guy himself, Mark, was very welcoming and set about making sure Sue was at ease, and ushered us into a waiting area where he gave us wine and biscuits as he explained the session. He suggested that Sue choose her first outfit and how she wanted to be portrayed. He showed her a make-up mirror and a small changing room for her to get ready. It was up to her how much she was prepared to reveal and that she shouldn't be concerned about him as he had “seen it all, many times. My job is to light you and capture you in the best possible way. I shall be occupied with light meters, focus and technicalities, so try to ignore me.”
He showed me a good place to sit and observe in the studio then busied himself with his cameras while Sue was getting ready. I sipped my wine and waited.
After about ten minutes, Sue emerged. She had done wonders to her face, the make-up was expertly done, emphasising her cheek-bones and her eyes, though she was a little red in the face. She had her hair up but with nice wispy bits escaping. She clutched one of her robes around her. She put down her wine glass, which I noticed was empty.
“Sue, you can rest on the chaise-longue or be more upright on the chair. Or you can stand. What suits you best do you think?” Mark asked.
“I'll recline on the chaise-longue please, like my friend Mary did.” And with that, she sat on the recliner lifted her legs together out in front of herself, and rested with one arm across the back of it. Then she slowly opened the robe and let it fall around her, so that one edge of the recliner was obscured by it. But Sue wasn't obscured! My wife was in maximum seduce mode, one knee slightly raised. Her long legs encased in black seamed stockings, her feet in black patent heels. A full-cut shiny nylon panty-girdle over a black suspender belt and the set completed by a balconette underwired brassiere that lifted and supported her 36C's and enhanced her cleavage. Wow! She looked dynamite. “Will I do?” she smiled.
“Oh yes, that's lovely!” I gasped.
“Yes, that pose works well,” Mark said dispassionately, looking through his viewfinder, “I'll just need to adjust the lights though, hang on a moment.” He moved away from his camera tripod and walked slightly unsteadily to the lights that he began to adjust. I looked at his trousers and it was clear that he had an erection he was trying to hide by walking with his back to us as much as possible, and limping slightly. I had one too.
Eventually, with the lights just how he wanted them, he began to snap away. Sue made subtle changes to her pose, head looking in one direction, then another, leg bent more or less, arm across her front, behind her head etc. Looked looked marvellous.
“Do you want to change the pose now, or try a different outfit?” asked Mark.
“Well, I'm feeling nice and warm and relaxed, so I think I'd like to make an outfit change. How about if I take off the bra?”
What, did I hear that correctly? She wants to go topless, showing her breasts to this guy! I couldn't believe it, but she was already reaching behind herself and uncoupling the bra. “Sue, are you sure about this, love?” I asked.
“Yes, its only like being on a beach in France. I'm sure you,” she nodded at Mark, “have seen a lot of bosoms?” He smiled and nodded back at her, then adjusted the camera. And with that she removed the bra completely and let it drop to the floor. “Seems more natural really,” she continued. Well I didn't object, if she was OK with it. I was looking forward to the pictures and being able to look at them time and again. Sue was in her element now though. She teased with her boobs, tweaking the nipples, cupping them, pushing them together, making pouting poses with her lips at the camera. Mark's face was red and the bulge in his trousers had grown. So had mine. Then she amazed me again.
Sue sat up on the recliner and swung her legs sideways so she was sitting across it, feet on the floor, then she raised one foot onto the recliner, and let the other leg drift apart, opening her thighs and developing into a seductive com-hither pose, inviting the cameras gaze to her panty-girdle gusset which was now wantonly on display. Then she leaned back a little against the wall behind her. This made her look even more available. The camera was clicking away, Mark clearly not believing his luck. Sue was sighing with pleasure to herself as she massaged her breasts and then let a hand rub her panty gusset. “I can help with that if you want, Sue!” I asked. She smiled at me and I went up to her, she opened her legs further, Mark zeroed in on us, and I plunged my hand down the front of the panty-girdle and frigged what I could reach. Not as much as I'd have liked as they were pretty tight.
“Get them off me, Alan!” she commanded. I didn't need encouragement and lifting her slightly off the recliner as I grasped the waist of the girdle with each hand, I pulled them down and off her, leaving her fully exposed. Mark took the camera off the tripod and came close to capture the full wonder of my wife's open pussy as I separated the lips with my fingers.
“That's great, Alan”, said Mark, “you're going to have a fantastic set of shots. Why not get Sue on her knees for a back view?”
Sue didn't need telling twice and she got on the recliner on all fours, head down, bare bottom in the air, knees well apart. “Lovely!” breathed Mark as he continued his work. “Alan, can you pull her cheeks apart a bit more so her pussy lips unstick, then we can see inside better. And get good shots of her anus!”
Sue laughed and I stationed myself alongside her and opened her up further. As Mark had said, her pussy lips, wet with her juices, began to unstick and we could see right up into her. Mark quickly switched on another light to better illuminate her crotch, and this focused attention fully on her lovely puckered anal ring, which was also wet with the sweat from the lights and Sue's own juices.
“I'll probably not want this set of shots framed and hung on the wall!” joked Sue, as we took in the view. “I think the wine went to my head, but I am enjoying this, and the effect its having on you two. And I have another idea for some shots. Mark, can you get a towel out of the washroom?”
Mark looked puzzled, but did as he was told, passing the towel to Sue. She got back on the chaise, arranging the towel between her open legs, and placed her robe over it. “I can wash that when I get home”, she said, mysteriously. “Mark, get the camera focused on my pussy and get ready for a few shots.” She relaxed back, smiling at the camera, her legs splayed and all her pussy and anus on view since her knees were raised. Then she reached down to her vagina and held the lips apart while she peed slowly, gently and steadily onto the robe-covered towel, smiling dirtily all the time at the camera for a set of most disgusting but wonderful shots. I'd been amazed and surprised earlier, but this was a whole different league. Mark was rubbing the front of his trousers as he operated the camera with one hand. Where the hell had Sue got the idea for that from?
Sue was completely carried away now. Mark just followed her lead and shot all the pictures he could manage to get. She came over to me, undid my shirt and pulled it off me. Then she made me remove my shoes and socks and finally off came my jeans and my underpants. I was fully naked, sporting a maximum hard-on. Sue knelt on the recliner, pulled her arse cheeks apart and told me to frig her pussy hard. She responded greedily, producing vast amounts of pussy-juice. “Put my juices in my bum-hole Alan,” (crikey!) “get me ready for anal!” Fuck me, Sue had never let me have anal with her! Mark had opened his flies and got his cock out, one handed as he still snapped away. I did as Sue commanded, working three fingers in her pussy and getting them saturated with the lube she was producing. I added a bit of my saliva, but it wasn't really needed, then inserted a finger in her anus and began reaming it wider until two fingers were in her. “Oh that's great, Alan, I've wondered what it would feel like! Now do me!”
My rock-hard cock and I were ready. I noticed Mark putting the camera back on the tripod and moving it to get the best angle on what was about to happen. “OK if I change to video for this, Alan, Sue?” he asked.
“Yes!” we both replied in unison. And I put my cock at the entrance to Sue's small hole, enjoying the sensation of her wet closed slippery anal ring against the head of my penis. I rubbed it up and down a little and her ring began to dilate. I pushed and Sue pushed back, then, I was in! Just the head at first, to gasps from both Sue and Mark, who was enthusiastically stropping himself at the sight of me buggering my wife. Then I relaxed the pressure a little, Sue seemed to open more, and I was able to let my whole length invade her colon. Sue made a deep purring sound and exhaled as I slowly began a series of shaftings. Then: “come over here, Mark, let me suck you off!” Sue again, what had got into her? Apart from my dick up her bum that is...
Mark was at her head like a shot, and he shot right down her throat like a shot too! Shoot, shoot, shoot, thrust, thrust thrust, Mark went at it like a steam-hammer, Finally he was shooting buckets of spunk all over Sue's face, somewhat ruining her carefully-applied make-up. She didn't seem to care. It was too much for me, and seeing this debauchery took me over the edge and I came up my wife's rectum so copiously it was as if I'd been starved of sex for weeks.
“I've not cum yet!” shouted Sue. “Get up me, both of you, DP me!” What?!
I lay on my back, Sue sat on top of me and dropped her breasts onto my chest I was hard again instantly. Mark was too. He looked at me and I nodded approval as he knelt behind us and began to finger Sue's anus. Seconds later he was up her too and we were both entering her private places together, synchronised shafting you could call it. I reached down to diddle Sue's clitoris, but she was too far gone for it to make a difference. She was shuddering throughout her body, she looked as if she was having a fit or something, but she told me later it was the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. She was thrashing about and shaking with it, peeing a little as she came and releasing vast amounts of juice. Then, sated, she lay back, fully fucked, everything wide open and dripping, everything on show, fingers holding herself open.
Mark returned to the camera and shot more photos of her in this state, some of the most treasured pictures I have of the session. Plus the video and the memories of course. Oh, and a framed large photograph in our bedroom, of Sue in her black underwear, reclining on the chaise-long, before the wonderful madness took her. And Sue assures me its a lot better picture than Mary's.
THE END
Elle
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