As these stories tend to happen, this one started innocently enough. A friend of my wife Kate had won a boudoir photography session at a charity event, decided she didn’t want it, and re-gifted it to my wife. For those not familiar, a boudoir session is a photography session where you wear sexy outfits, lingerie, dresses, or even go scantily clad and get your photographs taken, generally as a gift to your significant other.
My wife is probably the last person on earth who would have done this kind of thing. Kate is beautiful, sexy, and adventurous, but not really the kind to do the dress up thing. She is more the athletic, outdoorsy type, she hates wearing formal clothes and seldom even wears makeup. But it was August, a few weeks before my 40th birthday and a month before her 40th, and I guess she got the urge to do something to make her feel young again.
So it came to be, that on my 40th birthday, I got the very unconventional gift in an email link from Kate, with the mysterious message “hey Dan, check this out, let me know what you think.”
I was at work at the time, figured that she was sending me some home improvement idea or a plan for a vacation or something. I almost ignored it.
But I clicked on the link, and up popped a window with a picture of my wife and the words “Happy Birthday Dan, for your eyes only!” The picture showed her, smiling and dressed in her usual casual attire, pants, a t-shirt and a jean jacket. There was another link below, that said “click here for another photo.”
So I clicked on that picture, and my eyes nearly fell out of my head. As my shocked eyes slowly came back into focus I realized that my Kate had been completely transformed. Someone had done a dramatic makeover on her, teasing her usually straight hair with playful curls and transforming her face with a stunning makeup job. The pants and t-shirt were gone, now she was in short shorts and the jean jacket was hanging open showing a hint of the gentle curve of her breasts.
I gasped so loud that I was pretty sure everyone in the building could hear me, and I sat there in silence admiring the stunningly hot girl on the screen, thinking to myself that this had to be the all time best birthday present I had ever received or even imagined. After spending five minutes looking at the picture in a hypnotic trance, I suddenly realized there was another link that said “click here for another photo.”
My mouth watered and I got almost dizzy at the idea of another picture, but first i walked over and shut the door to my office. I hurried back to my desk and held my breath as I clicked for the next picture.
This time my teeth nearly fell out. Kate was still wearing the jean jacket but it was wide open and she had on a black lacy bra and matching panties. She had a mischievous smile on her face that suggested that she knew she looked hot and she knew I was probably gawking at her. She was right.
For the next hour, I sat mesmerized at my desk, clicking on picture after picture showcasing my stunningly hot wife posing in a diverse array of super sexy lingerie. I would spend five minutes on each picture, looking at ever detail, salivating at the beauty of my wife, and then I would click on the next one and be blown away again. My only concern was that I was going to have a heart attack every time a new image came up. When at last I came to the end of the 20 or so pictures, I started back at the beginning and did it all again.
There were pictures of her standing. Kneeling. Sprawled across a spacious bed with white silk sheets. Her outfits ranged from silky robes to lacy teddies. In one picture she was face down on the bed, topless, wearing revealing panties, smiling dreamily. In another she was kneeling on the bed facing the camera in nothing but a tiny pair of panties with her hands covering her naked breasts. None of the pictures showed full nudity but they were very racy.
I called her up and I could sense her smile on the other end. In the space of a few seconds, I tried to say that she was the most beautiful thing on earth, that this was the best birthday ever, that she had blown me completely away, honestly I was so flustered that I don’t know if any of that information was conveyed.
“So I take it you got my email?” she said to my word salad of praise.
“Yes, I got it, and I’m never going to stop looking at these pictures,” I said. “Can you bring me meals here?”
She laughed, I could almost hear her blush. “How bout if we look at the pictures together at home tonight?”
“That’s a deal,” I nearly shouted. “Is it tonight yet?”
It wasn’t, it was only mid afternoon. For the rest of that wasted work day I spent looking at those pictures, again and again, salivating over details and picking out my favorites. My cock was hard for at least two straight hours. There was some point where I was looking at a picture of her standing in high heels with her back toward the camera, naked except for panties, her long, teased hair drifting over her elegant back, and I started thinking about the photographer. Was it a man, or a woman, who was taking these incredibly hot pictures, and if it was a man, how could he take pictures like that and not be aroused beyond control? It was kind of an odd thought, but after I got it I couldn’t help but wonder with each picture, where was the photographer, what was he thinking or doing when he was taking the pictures. Something about the thought of another man taking these pictures added another level of curious arousal to the whole process.
I left work early, made sure our two young kids ate early and went to bed early, and then I retired to the bedroom with my laptop and revisited the link. By now I was absolutely addicted, and had suffered from some withdrawal during the two hours that I was away from them. When my wife walked into the bedroom she saw me gawking at the laptop and grinned.
“Are you looking at porn?” she asked.
“Yes I am,” I replied. “I discovered the hottest porn site on the internet!”
She laughed and disappeared into the bathroom, when she came back out she was wearing a short black kimono that I instantly recognized from the photo shoot, and I gasped my recognition.
“Side benefit, they will sell you the lingerie from the shoot at a discount,” she grinned.
I welcomed her into the bed and gave her a long, slow kiss. “I love, love, love this amazing birthday present, and I love you for doing it for me,” I said. “How did you come up with this idea?”
She explained how she had gotten the gift from the friend, and how initially she had decided not to do it, but then on a whim she decided to try it and see how it went, figuring if it didn’t turn out she could just trash the photos.
“But I went and talked to the photographer, and he seemed really easy going and convinced me to do it,” she said.
My mind immediately gravitated to the word “he,” and the thought of another man seeing my wife cavorting around on camera leapt back to the forefront.
“So the photographer was a man?” I said. “Wow, that’s a pretty good job he’s got!”
She laughed. “I guess. He was very professional though, he did the makeover, he knew just what clothes would look good on me, and he knew just how to make me pose. I think he photoshopped some of them to make me look younger.
“Oh, and just in case you were worried about it, I’m pretty sure he’s gay,” she said.
I suppose that the fact that he picked out clothes and knew how to do a makeover was kind of a dead give away that he was gay, and I felt and odd mix of relief and disappointment. Relief that another man wasn’t drooling over my half naked wife, but disappointment, that another man wasn’t drooling over my half naked wife. It was an odd layer of contradiction that didn’t make a whole lot of sense.
We relaxed on the bed and went through the pictures one by one, and she would tell me details about the set up and funny things that happened during the session. It was so sexy, and fun to scroll through the pictures together, and when we got to a picture on the screen where she had on the robe, I couldn’t go on. In the picture, she had on the short black robe, and a lacy black bra and panty set underneath. I had to know, so I set the laptop aside and slipped my hand underneath the robe, and sure enough, she had dressed for me the same as in the picture. Several hours of pent up arousal was set loose in a flurry of me unleashing my hands and mouth all over her body. She seemed pretty wound up as well, I think her watching me visually adoring her got her blood going too.
I started kissing her and lightly stroking her body with my hands, before moving down to kiss her neck and whisper in her ear how incredibly fucking hot she was. My lips moved down over her breasts, but she looked so good in the lacy bra I didn’t want to take it off, so I drifted my way down over her stomach and then set it to lightly licking her inner thighs. I stopped briefly to press a button on my laptop that set the photos to scroll through automatically, causing my wife to giggle and blush. I moved back into place to go down on her, and I had the laptop in the perfect position where I could watch the erotic pictures as I set in on a ravenous tongue bath. I noticed that she was watching the pictures scroll by as well, I was starting to think the experience was as arousing for her as me. And as I went down on her and looked at the pictures, I noticed that her face looked similar, like in both instances she was in a state of pleasure.
I was thinking that nothing could be better than going down on your wife while watching erotic pictures of her, but then I got to watch the erotic pictures scroll by while on to the happy side of an inspired blow job, and I was sure I’d gone to heaven. She seemed more enthusiastic than ever before, making an epic show of slowly licking and sucking my cock, her eyes fixed on mine, and I think it was because she was enjoying the sight of me watching her live AND on the computer.
Kate gave it one last long lick, starting with my balls and ending at the top of my cock, before she moved up and straddled me, easing her wet pussy onto my hard cock. She moaned as I slid inside her, and I could sense that her arousal was way above normal. My state of arousal was way higher than above normal.
Sometimes when we start into some serious fucking I make the decision that I’m going to last a long, long time, and we’re going to have rambunctious sex in a dozen different positions. I made that decision as soon as she straddled me, but the decision was made only at the brain level. My cock, which had been hard almost constantly for the past five hours, had an entirely different plan, he wanted to come hard. The scrolling pictures on the laptop didn’t help, and just as she was moaning and grinding on my cock one of my favorites came up. It was Kate, on all fours in a bra and panties, she looked fantastic from head to toe but the look on her face was what made the picture. It was a look that suggested passion being fulfilled, her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open and she looked like she was about to orgasm. For some reason I got sidetracked wondering how the photographer got her to so perfectly capture that look, and I had a vision of him lining up the shot and telling her to “give me the look you get when you have a hard cock thrusting deep inside you.”
That thought tilted the battle between cock and brain heavily on the side of the cock, and I felt an orgasm welling up that I wasn’t going to be able to stop, and I gave up and grabbed her hips and began thrusting hard into her. When I finally peaked and released I swear her face exactly matched the one on the screen, and it took all of my self control not to moan so loud that I woke up the kids. Or the neighborhood for that matter.
It took me about a minute to be sure I didn’t rupture one of my nuts, and another few minutes to stop breathing hard, but eventually I came back to earth. I still had Kate wrapped tightly in my arms and I eased my grip and she slid over so she was laying on my chest.
“Sorry I didn’t last long, I was a little overstimulated by the pictures of my very hot wife,” I said.
She giggled. “Well that was intense,” she said. “I guess you liked your birthday present.”
“Oh yeah,” I replied. “Definitely the greatest birthday present ever.”
Our attention returned to the pictures scrolling one by one on the laptop. I have always thought my wife was hot, but I was amazed at how fantastic she looked in those pictures. We watched them in silence for a while, her head on my chest and her hand drifting lightly over my stomach. It wasn’t long before my cock came back to life, and she lightly stroked my hardening cock in the glow of the pictures on the laptop. I had come to realize that she was just as turned on by the pictures as I was…or was it the photo session that turned her on?
I didn’t think about it too much, I had other things on my mind. This time, I was indeed able to accomplish the original plan of lasting a long time and having sex in a dozen different positions. This time I peaked when I was fucking her doggy style, my hands on her hips and my cock driving hard into her, and at the perfect moment that same picture came back up on the computer, with her on all fours and the sexy look of satisfaction on her, and I had yet another epic orgasm before we collapsed on a heap on the bed and we both fell into a hard sleep.
The next morning our 7 year old son came bee bopping into the bedroom and I stumbled awake just in time to pull a sheet over our naked bodies and close the laptop with mommy posing half naked. We scrambled through the morning routine and a few hours later I was at work, where I immediately pulled out the laptop and went back to looking at the pictures.
By this time I had just about memorized every angle and nuance of every picture, but I still couldn’t get enough. It had become an addiction. My mind also kept wandering to what the actual photo session must’ve been like. Did she change outfits in front of the photographer? How could he not be aroused watching her in these sexy poses, even if he was gay?
At some point I noticed some small type at the bottom of the page with an additional info link, and I clicked on it to see what that was about. It took me to a web page for the photographer, boudoir photography was just one service he offered. I clicked on that link and read more. According to the site, the sessions included a studio with several “settings”, a variety of lingerie and costume outfits, and best of all, a half off discount if you book another session within 30 days of the first one.
As you might imagine, the idea of another photo session set my mind to reeling. My cock was hard just thinking about the possibilities. My cock got even harder looking at all of the lingerie and costumes. I was a kid in a candy store, looking at all the silky, lacy options, and all the fantasy role play type costumes. I picked out a role play costume and a few lingerie options and bought the session. The way the website was set up, you could purchase a gift session and send it to the recipients email address with a note. I sent it to my wife with a note that said “Hey, I loved my birthday present so much that I got myself an anniversary present too.” Our anniversary wasn’t until a few weeks away, but I figured that getting her gift early would make me a good husband, right?
When I got home from work I was nervous about what Kate’s reaction would be to the “gift”, but she didn’t mention the email about the new session. She wasn’t one to check her email that often, so I figured she just hadn’t seen it yet.
Later that night, when I was in bed still looking at the pictures from the first session, she came sauntering up to the side of the bed with a look on her face that had me a little nervous.
“So, you I saw that you got me a little present,” she said.
My mind was saying uh oh, my face kinda blushed. “I, uh, yeah, I guess I did.”
“You are a dirty old man,” she said, and a slow grin formed on her face. She climbed onto the bed and gave me a long slow kiss. “Thank you for making me feel so sexy,” she added.
My heart fluttered as I realized once again why I was the luckiest man in the world to have such an incredible wife. “I just loved these pictures so much, I gotta have more,” I smiled.
“You picked out some, um, interesting outfits for me,” she grinned. “Not sure I’ll be able to pull it off, but I’ll try.”
“You would look good in anything, trust me,” I said. “But if you don’t like my choices I’m cool with whatever you want.”
She grinned and nodded. “We’ll see,” she said. “I’m kinda looking forward to it.”
She curled up beside me and we looked through the pictures from the first session for a while before we ended up having sex again, incredibly. We were once a week before pictures, we were up to twice a day post pictures. It seemed that the photos were making me really aroused, and maybe the photo sessions were making her really aroused.
Kate let me know a few days later that she had set up the next photo session, and I was on pins and needles in the days leading up to the shoot. On the day of the shoot, I was well beyond distraction, visualizing my wife posing in the sexy outfits I had picked out while the photographer enjoyed her fabulous body. That night when I came home I tried to act nonchalant about it but Kate caught me checking her email.
“I thought we said we were going to look at the pictures together,” she grinned. “He said it wouldn’t be coming until tomorrow night anyway.”
This news led to a sleepless night and a distracted day for me. The next night was a Friday, still several days before our anniversary, but we got her parents to take the kids and told them we were celebrating early. We neglected to tell them how we were celebrating, that may have been awkward.
We opened a bottle of wine and curled up together on the bed in our favorite matching silk robes, and Kate pulled out her laptop and pulled up her emails. She was just about to click on the link when she hesitated.
“Before we look at these I need to tell you some things,” she said. The first time I did this photo session thing I wasn’t sure how you would react, so I didn’t get too crazy,” she said. “But based on how much you liked it and the outfits you picked out, I ended up getting a little more, um… racy this time.”
My mouth went dry and I thought I might faint. “I can’t wait to see them,” I managed to stammer out.
“Also, I should point out that the first time, I had a glass of wine, the photographer—his name is Ben— said it would help me relax,” she said. “This time, I had two glasses of wine. It kinda went to my head, so if I did anything embarrassing I’m going to blame the wine.”
“I’m sure I’m going to love every one of them,” I said, kissing her forehead. “Let’s do it.”
She nodded and clicked on the email, and the first picture that came up greatly exceeded my expectations.
Kate was smartly dressed in a little black dress, little in that it was low on her chest, high on her legs and so sheer it was practically see through. Her hair was done up formally in a bun on her head, with two strands hanging down across her face, and she had on black high heels. She was standing elegantly in front of a glass table with candles and a glass of red wine on it. Everything about the picture exuded sophistication and grace, while looking hot as hell at the same time.
The next picture was her, still in the black dress, with her back to the camera, her head demurely turned to the side. Her dress was cut so low in the back that it almost showed the curve of her ass, and the lighting on this shot amplified how thin it was, you could just make out the outline of her ass to see she was probably not wearing panties.
“Just in case you were wondering, I do have on the thong you picked out,” she grinned.
We clicked through a few more pictures, each more stunning than the last. Many of the poses were on a grand four post bed with an elaborate tufted headboard. One of my favorite pictures was one where Kate was leaning back against one of the heavy wooden spiraled posts of the bed, her hands over her head and her elegant fingers draped over the bed post.
I could tell that the process of looking at the pictures together for the first time was going to be different. Kate’s reaction was to ooh and aah about how well the picture had come out, and then she’d started talking about what happened during the shoot, how Ben would set it up and tell her to pose. She also seemed a little nervous about what picture would come up next. It wasn’t long before I realized why.
The next picture started a new outfit series, the second one that I had personally picked out. Again, my expectations were surpassed. Kate went from elegant starlet in a black dress to role playing in a sexy schoolgirl outfit.
She was dressed in a very, very short red plaid skirt, knee high socks and a white button up shirt tucked into the skirt. Her hair had been transformed from formal to pigtails. She stood in front of the bed, one knee bent slightly in front of the other, doing her best to look innocent.
“I can’t believe you picked this out,” Kate blushed. “You are such a dirty, dirty old man.”
My mouth was watering, I was blushing myself, and I replied without turning away from the picture. “Guilty as charged.”
Kate took a long slow breath. “I hope you’re ok with the next few pictures,” she said.
She clicked on the next picture, and it was the same standing pose in front of the bed. But her shirt had been pulled out of the skirt and tied into a knot, exposing her midsection, and the buttons had been opened up to the point where you could see hints of a red lacy bra underneath. All that was stunning, but what was shocking is the huge red ball shaped lollipop that she was caressing with her mouth. My cock would’ve given anything to be that sucker.
I heard her taking in a long, slow breath, and I realized she was tense about how I was going to react, and I also realized I hadn’t spoken or even breathed for the last several minutes.
“SO fucking hot,” I said. “That is one big sucker.”
She giggled with relief. “It looks bigger than it was.”
The next picture was a closer up version of the same set up, except that this time the sucker was inside her mouth, creating a big phallic bulge in her cheek. The chatter that had accompanied other pictures had gone silent, we looked together in quiet arousal.
The next picture was another closeup, this time she was on her knees, leaning back, with her tongue wrapped around the sucker. Her shirt had come open even further and the red of her lacy bra matched the red of the sucker. She looked disheveled, as in innocence lost. And the look on her face was intense, looking right at the camera with a look that said she was hungry to have the real thing where the sucker was.
“Oh, my, oh my,” was all I could say.
We spent some time silently taking in this one before she clicked into the next pic. I really wanted to just keep looking at this picture for another hour, but I was also excited to see what was coming next. I was dying to see what she was going to do with the sucker next.
But the sucker was gone, in its place was a long, shiny, brown…popsicle. My wife and Ben, the photographer, had gone from playful teasing to brutal torture. Kate was on her knees again, her right hand holding the popsicle above her head at just a few inches from her open mouth, and her left hand slipped inside her shirt with a few fingers edging under the lacy red bra. Her eyes were looking intently, hungrily at the camera and she seemed to be loving the idea that she was being tauntingly sexy.
I took in a long, slow, loud breath and let it out very slowly. The silence in the room was thick.
After a few moments she clicked on the next picture. This time she was on her back, her legs bent up at the knee. The white blouse was hanging wide open. Her eyes were closed, and the chocolate popsicle was deep in her mouth. Meanwhile her left hand was clearly thrust under her skirt. The image wasn’t subtle. She was touching herself, fantasizing about sucking on a long, cold, brown cock.
“Holy shit,” I heard myself quietly murmur. I half wondered if I had said it out loud. “I think I’m going to have to take a break or I’m going to cum in my pants.”
Kate nodded silently, leaned over and kissed me softly, and then went straight down and took my hard cock full into her mouth. She was all over my cock, sucking, licking, kissing, taking me deep. The picture had clearly had an effect on her as well, the memory of that moment had her hungering to have a hard cock in her mouth.
I usually love watching my wife give me head, but this time I was transfixed by the picture. There was something about the last two pictures that had become overwhelming. First she was looking hungrily at the camera with the popsicle inches from her mouth, then the next minute she was looking satisfied about having it deep in her mouth. There was no way to delay the inevitable, I lost my load in a big way and my moaning wife took every single drop.
It took me a while to regain my wits again, but as soon as I did I was thinking about the fact that we had not yet seen all the pictures, and I desperately wanted to see the rest of them.
“There is actually one more picture with this outfit,” Kate said. “Ben talked me into it, I hope its not too much.”
After seeing what I had already seen it was hard to imagine something being too much, but when she clicked on the link for next picture I saw what she meant.
She was still in the school girl outfit, still on her back on the bed with her shirt wide open. But this time the camera angle was coming straight down from above her. Her pigtails had been taken out and her hair was all askew. One of the straps of her bra was hanging off and it was pulled down so far that you could almost see her nipples. She still had the chocolate popsicle poised near her mouth, but she had also coated a good bit of her lips, chin and cheeks with chocolate ice cream. Her cream covered face had what I can only describe as a just fucked look on it.
I’m not sure how much time passed while I gawked at the picture, but at some point my wife pointed out that I must like it, because my cock was already hard again.
“I have to hand it to Ben, he seems to really know how to capture some mind blowing erotic moments,” I said. “On a side note, I would love to have his job.”
She blushed a little and mumbled something about him probably being gay and being very professional.
I could tell there were still more pictures to see and I pointed that out to Kate.
“Ok, now this next group of pictures, I got the um, impression that based on your choice of outfit, you were expecting to see more, uh, skin than before,” she said. “So I don’t want to shock you or anything.”
For her last outfit, I had selected that she wear a thong. Nothing else. So yes, I suppose I was expecting to see more. Expecting. Hoping. Dying to. So I nodded my urgent assent.
She clicked on the picture, and it was Kate, on her knees in nothing but a thong, her arms unashamedly at her sides, baring her beautiful breasts on a tropical beach. We both gasped in unison.
“Did you go to a nude beach for this shoot?”
She laughed. “No, its all done with a green screen, he takes the picture and then puts me in whatever background he wants.”
I nodded and my attention went back to the photo. Kate has beautiful, well shaped breasts, not large, but perfectly shaped, and when she is aroused her sensitive nipples stand at attention. And they were at attention. I couldn’t help but think about this Ben guy, even if he was gay, the idea that he was getting to see my wife topless like that was unsettling in a way, and also kind of arousing in a way.
The next picture she was on all fours, this time posed in the surf. The side angle made it appear like she was completely naked.
The next picture she was back to the four poster bed. This time her body was wrapped around one of the posts, arms and legs intertwining the dark wood. Her hair was now hanging down full, a far different look from the pigtails, and her face was heavily made up with dark eyeliner and bright lipstick. Ben had used some warm lighting to bring out her late summer tan. She was gorgeous, sensuous and arousing, and I couldn’t wait to show her how much I thought so. I moved the laptop over, pushed her to her back and went down on her with my mouth watering uncontrollably. My tongue felt as hard as my cock as I alternated between stimulating her clit and fucking her with my tongue.
We forgot about the pictures and the laptop for a while, and focused on enjoying each other in our ramped up state of arousal. We spent quite a bit of time in a rather torrid 69, before settling in to some good old fashioned slow but impassioned fucking, which ended rather abruptly when she suggested that I “fuck her like the bad little girl that she was.”
We finished off in a heap on the end of the bed and it was hours later before I woke and realized we had both passed out. I moved her to the middle of the bed and covered her up and then slid beneath the covers myself. I was about to drift off again when I remembered that there might still be more pictures. I flipped open the laptop and clicked on the next picture link, and with a sigh of disappointment, saw that the next picture was of a coupon offering a special price for a sexy Halloween costume shoot. In a way I was relieved, anything more may have given me a heart attack.
The next day I got to work thinking that for the first time in a while, I was going to get some work done, I wasn’t going to obsess on pictures and I was going to focus on my job. But when I checked my email, I realized that Ben, the photographer, had also sent me the link with the new pictures. I decided I would spend a few minutes just glancing at them and then get back to work. Two hours later I was still flipping through the pictures.
In addition to drooling over my hot wife, I also found myself thinking about what Ben, the photographer, must have been doing and thinking while taking the pictures. So many of the photos saw Kate looking straight into the camera, with a lusty look that at times seemed to suggest she was being turned on by what she was looking at. I know that wasn’t it, that she was really just acting out to make the shots look hot, but my mind kept coming back to it. I also kept wondering how Ben, even if he was gay, could not be aroused while taking the pictures of my hot, half naked wife sucking on lollipops and popsicles. I was kinda wondering what Ben looked like, but I couldn’t find any pictures of him on his site. The way Kate described him I suspected he was probably a nerdy little 100 lb sissy acting gay guy.
At some point I clicked back through to the coupon for the Halloween costume shoot, and I clicked on the link and started idly looking at some of the costumes that he had available. Lots of sexy nurses in stockings, super heroes in spandex, sexy witches. But then I saw a costume that made my heart stop, and I started to develop some new fantasies about a new session for Kate.
I went back to the coupon page and was looking at the details on the deal when I noticed there was a tiny link in the corner I hadn’t seen before, just two letters, nu. So of course I clicked on it.
Turns out nu stood for Not Used. There were five pictures of Kate from the shoot that didn’t make the cut for one reason or another. It was fun looking at them, because they were typically ones where she was laughing or doing something goofy. I could see why he left them out. But the last one caught my attention. It was the one where Kate was on her knees on the bed and holding the popsicle above her mouth. But there was someone else in the picture, holding her wrist, showing her where to hold the popsicle. And since Kate had told me that Ben was the only person who was there during the shoot, I had to assume that it was Ben.
It was not, however, how I imagined Ben to look. This Ben was all man, probably 6’4″, built like a linebacker. He was a black guy, which Kate hadn’t mentioned, he was pretty damn good looking, which Kate hadn’t mentioned, and his bulging chest muscles were stretching his t shirt to the max, which Kate hadn’t mentioned. Kate had told me he often used a remote to take a picture, and it seemed obvious he had taken this one by mistake.
A flood of thoughts came over me as my eyes dissected the picture. My first thought was that the chocolate popsicle and dark wood bed post had taken on a whole new meaning, symbolism wise. My second thought was that gay or not, the lusty look in my wife’s eyes may have had something to do with the fact that she was horned up and looking, and lusting at a guy who looked like a male model.
The rest of that day, most of that night, and a good bit of the next several days, my mind reeled with images of Ben taking pictures, moving around to pose my half naked wife. Something about it was setting off ideas in my head. One of the ideas involved a Halloween costume and another photo session, and the more I thought about it the more I…thought about it.
Meanwhile, Kate had been noticeably randy every night. One night she came out of the bathroom wearing the school girl outfit from the photo shoot, and I had the pleasure of ravaging her right out of those clothes, before having her put them back on again for a second go around. I think she liked wearing the school girl outfit even more than I enjoyed seeing her in it. I noticed that she really seemed to get aroused when she would get dressed up and then strike different poses for me. One night I even pretended I had a camera and was taking pictures, and she got so hot from that she fingered herself to an orgasm without me even touching her.
Later that night, after I had all but ruined her little plaid skirt with a flood of various body fluids, we were cuddling in the candlelight and enjoying post orgasmic bliss when I decided to see if I could deftly finagle another photo session.
“I think you really enjoy being a model,” I said. “And you’re very good at it.”
She smiled and nodded. “I don’t know if I enjoy it as much as you do though.”
I laughed in agreement. “I have been worthless for two weeks looking at those pictures of you,” I said. “I love looking at the expressions on your face, its just so hot. And I really like the way that you doing photo shoots seems to make you really horny.”
“I have to admit, it does,” she blushed.
“So what would you think about doing it again?” I asked. “He’s offering a deal for Halloween costumes, and I had a suggestion for one you might try.”
“Oh really,” she said. “And what would that be?”
Now it was my turn to blush. “Uh, I was thinking that maybe we could, uh, get some Tarzan and Jane costumes for this year. Not, you know, for going around in, just for our own use. You know I love that leopard print stuff.”
Kate mulled that over briefly. I figured she had already seen the Jungle Jane outfit, and it was certainly less tawdry than the school girl outfit, and much less revealing than just a thong.
“Ok, I suppose one more photo shoot will be ok, and I think I could pull off the Jane of the Jungle theme,” she laughed.
I took a deep breath and prepared myself for the next pitch, which I had been working on in my head for about three days.
“I was thinking that, uh, something that would be kinda cool, would be if we maybe got the photo guy, Ben, to pose as Tarzan, sort of as a prop for your costume in a way,” I said. “Maybe he could do that green screen thing, and set it in the jungle.”
Over the past few days, I imagined that after I asked her, she would start thinking about it, visualizing having Ben as Tarzan, posing with her in sexy pictures, and she would readily agree.
But instead, I felt Kate stiffen a bit in the bed, and she got kinda quiet. I started thinking that maybe I had overplayed my hand on that one.
“Uh, let me think about that,” she said.
And that was all she said about it, the rest of that night, the whole next day, and then another day. I was afraid to bring it up, and had kinda decided that my fantasy photo shoot was not going to happen. There were a couple of times when I almost asked, but I kept chickening out. At some point I decided I didn’t want to push her to do something she was uncomfortable with, and I figured her silence on the subject made it clear that she wasn’t comfortable.
I had given up on the idea, but it didn’t mean I didn’t think about it all the time. I imagined all kinds of poses that the two of them could do together. It wasn’t that I was thinking about the two of them being together in THAT sort of way, I just thought it would be really sexy to see them posing close together. In suggestive sorts of ways. In all the ways just short of THAT kind of way.
My hope had about given out when I got an email while I was at work, a last minute reminder that the Halloween costume special had to be booked by today. I figured that Kate had gotten the same email, but just on a whim, I forwarded her the email and added the short message, “LAST CHANCE!”
I figured she would ignore it, but almost immediately I got an email back that said “OK. Next week, Wednesday at 2. You set it up!”
I nearly fell out of my chair. It was like your team winning a game when you were down by ten points in the last minute. It was like hitting the jackpot on your last quarter. It was like giving up on your fantasy, and then getting it gift wrapped. Actually it was exactly like that.
It was interesting though, that she had told me to set it up. She didn’t say “set it up the way you wanted it,” or just “set up the regular photo session.” I felt like she was leaving it up to me, and the more I thought about it, the more I convinced myself that she was doing it that way so she would feel less guilty about it.
My fingers trembled over the keyboard as I found the email address in the coupon and typed a message to Ben, booking the appointment and telling him the costume would be Jane of the Jungle. And then I sat and looked at the unfinished message, trying to decide how to describe what I wanted in addition to the regular photoshoot. I had a vivid idea of what I wanted, but wasn’t sure how to ask for it, and was nervous that if I asked the wrong way it would ruin things.
Finally I settled on an approach that sounded casual, and incorporated Kate as a co-conspirator. I wrote “so Kate and I were wanting to see how the Jane costume would look with a Tarzan in the photo, we were wondering if you might be able to pose in some of the pictures with her, as Tarzan.”
I sent the email off and it was a few hours of nail biting terror before I finally got a response from Ben. “Ok, I have it set up for Wednesday at 2!”
So now I had two non committal responses, both my wife and the photographer had agreed to the shoot without specifically agreeing to the idea of him being in the pictures. So now I was faced with several days of agonizing over how it was going to go down. I went from having fantasies so detailed that I almost drove my car off the road to being depressed that it might not happen the way I’d hoped.
Anyway, Wednesday finally rolled around and when I left for work I winked at Kate and told her to have fun at the photo shoot, which caused her to turn her head and either smile or grimace, I don’t know. I do know that on Wednesday night she was incredibly horny and fucked my brains out, so I took that as a good sign. She did say that the photo session “went great” and that she had instructed Ben to send the pictures just to her, because she didn’t want me to look at them without her.
It was Friday before I got word that the pictures were done. Kate sent me a text that said: Got the pictures. Sending kids to grandparents. ; ). Suffice it to say, I was pretty worthless for the rest of the day. I had a late meeting and wasn’t able to get home as early as I had hoped.
When I walked in the door I was greeted by a somewhat tipsy, nervous wife dressed in a short silky robe and holding two glasses of wine.
“I haven’t looked at them yet, but I wanted to let you know before we see them, I wasn’t sure what you wanted, and I, uh, had three glasses of wine during the session, so I hope that you, well, are ok with everything,” she said.
My heart nearly jumped out of my chest at the notion that the she was nervous about how I would react to the pictures. I considered that as a good sign. I was out of my clothes in a hurry, leaving just my boxers on.
We went back to the bedroom, turned the lights down low and sat back on the bed with the laptop. She pulled up the link, said something like “here goes,” and opened it up to the first picture.
Which, I would have to say, was a shocking disappointment. Kate was dressed in a fairly conservative, unrevealing safari outfit, khaki shorts and blouse and a wide brim hat. Worse, she was alone, standing awkwardly in a lush, swampy jungle, looking a bit confused, like maybe she was lost. It was obviously one of those green screen shots where he had photoshopped her into the jungle setting.
I wasn’t sure what to say, so I just mumbled something about it being interesting.
Kate just grinned slightly. “I think it will get more interesting,” she said.
She clicked on the next picture and it was her in the same setting, but it was more interesting. Ben had photoshopped a snake into the picture, it had wrapped itself around her leg and was moving up her torso. In the next picture, the snake had fully wrapped itself around her body, and in the struggle had pulled her blouse partially open so you could see a leopard skin bra underneath. It was sexy to see the snake wrapped around her, but what was even more interesting was in the background. I could see the shadow of a man in the background. A big, muscular man, wearing nothing but a loin cloth, moving in to save the damsel in distress.
In the next picture, the muscular man had moved to the forefront of the picture, so I was able to see it was Ben, the photographer, as Tarzan, the savage. He had taken the snake by the neck and was wrestling it off of Kate, who had a look of shock and fear on her face as this half naked stranger fought a threatening snake. Somewhere deep in the back of my mind it registered that Ben and Kate had scripted a storyline here, rather than just take random pictures. But honestly, most of my attention was on the image. Ben was way more impressive without a shirt on than I expected. His chestnut brown skin was completely smooth and hairless and his chest and stomach muscles were ripped, not overly muscled but perfectly toned. His body practically dwarfed Kate, he was huge and daunting in comparison to her. The only thing covering him was a small, leopard print loin cloth which covered his groin in only the most minimal way. Gazing at this giant, brown savage of a man in such close proximity to my petite wife was absolutely breathtaking. Breathtaking, in a way that made me forget to breathe, and I pretty much lost track of time.
“I hope this is ok,” I heard a timid voice say, and I realized my wife was looking at me, obviously a little worried that my speechless reaction might be a bad thing.
I leaned over and kissed her cheek. “This is more than ok,” I said. “This is unbelievably hot ok.”
Kate blushed. “Ready for the next one?”
I nodded and she clicked the next one.
This picture had Jane and her Tarzan almost waist deep in the water, still battling the huge snake. I drank in the physical imagery of the snake still wrapped around her, while the strong, powerful savage battled the beast in the swampy water. Kate’s outfit was wet and both her and Ben’s skin glistened with what appeared to be oil, designed to look like water. Her blouse, now torn and disheveled, hung wide open, and the belt on her shorts was hanging loose and they were partially unbuttoned. Which didn’t make a lot of sense given the snake wouldn’t have been inclined to try and undress her, but I was fine with plot holes.
I wasn’t quite ready to move on to the next picture, but after Kate clicked on the link I was. The next photo was Tarzan, having defeated the snake, carrying a passed out, helpless Jane out of the water. The blouse and shorts were gone, Kate was wearing only the leopard skin bra and very tiny skirt. Ben held her relatively tiny body effortlessly in his strong arms. This time I moved my hand over and blocked her from clicking on the next picture link, rasping something like “not yet,” which led to Kate giggling. She was in full rapt attention by the photos as well, but because she knew what was coming next she could focus some attention on watching my reactions.
Eventually I let her click on the next picture. This time it was Jane, laying on her side, still asleep on a bed of leaves, while Tarzan was on his knees behind her, looking down upon his discovery. The picture captured a moment of the muscular Tarzan looking down domineeringly upon a helpless and sleeping Jane.
By this time I had noticed a few patterns in the pictures and my own reactions. For one thing, in all of the pictures Ben’s face was either turned slightly away, or darkened or out of focus. I realized that he did this because he was playing a part, sort of a prop in a way. The other pattern I noticed was that as each picture came up, my attention would eventually be drawn to the loin cloth that Ben was wearing. I wondered if he was wearing anything underneath it, because if he wasn’t there was no way his cock wouldn’t be bouncing out from time to time. And I would look at the cloth and see if I could see an outline, or any sign of his cock.
The next picture saw Tarzan and Jane sitting back on their knees, following the narrative that she had woke up and was cautiously assessing the situation. On the one hand, this barely dressed man had rescued her from the snake, on the other hand, she was alone, half naked in the jungle with a barely dressed man. She looked afraid, but intrigued. Once again, Kate looked fabulously sexy, and Tarzan looked like some kind of half naked, super hero stud. Also, he was holding out a banana to her, and that imagery didn’t take a rocket scientist.
I realized that I hadn’t spoken in a while, and my silence might suggest I wasn’t like the show. So I found a way to put a few words together.
“I am loving the way that ya’ll turned this into a narrative, like a bedtime story,” I said. “Oh, and I think the Tarzan-Jane outfit is a keeper.”
“Good thing,” Kate whispered into my ear. “Because I bought them both.”
She clicked on the next picture and this time it was a side view of Jane on Tarzan’s back, her arms wrapped around his neck. He was holding onto a vine and they were photoshopped into a scene that made it look like they were swinging high in the trees, an obviously mimic of the classic King of the Apes pose. I was quickly absorbed with the thought of all of Kate’s bare skin up against all of Ben’s bare skin, but then the next picture took it to another level. This time, Jane was in front of Tarzan, he had one arm around her waist and one arm holding onto the vine, and she had a look of thrilled exhilaration on her face. I imagined Kate’s ass folded tightly around Ben’s hard cock. Even if he was gay, he had to be aroused in that position. I was aroused just looking.
Kate clicked the next picture, and suddenly they were no longer in the jungle. They were dressed the same as they were in the jungle, in the barely there leopard skins, but they were in an elegant, formal bedroom. He was standing in front of a bed, facing the camera, and she was on her knees beside him. Her arm was wrapped around his leg, her hand coming up to his upper thigh, and he was gazing down on her. She was looking up towards his face, her face close to the loin cloth. It was hard to tell if she was looking up at him, or looking at his cock under the loin cloth, but either way there was a hunger in her eyes. There was an elegant plate of chocolate covered strawberries nearby. The message was pretty clear, Tarzan had rescued Jane and now she had brought him back to her world, but she could never take the savage out of him. Or she didn’t want to. Or whatever, who really gives a damn, it was just an incredibly hot photo.
Kate was blushing and covering her face. “Oh geez, this was after the third glass of wine, I kinda let that get out of hand, sorry,” she said.
“Don’t be sorry for one second,” I said quickly. “I love it.”
In fact, I did love it. I could not take my eyes off of it. My beautiful, petite wife, kneeling before this incredible young stud, her hands on his thigh so close to the loin cloth. My imagination couldn’t help but watch her hand drift up under the loin cloth, take his big hard cock into her small hand and then pull it toward her wet mouth. My cock was surging, and I suddenly realized it was poking out of my boxers. I was so completely transfixed by the image and the fantasy I didn’t hear Kate speaking at first.
“…you really seem to get turned on seeing me half naked beside that big Tarzan man don’t you,” she was saying.
I was trying to stammer some kind of response in defense of the bizarre fact that that was indeed true, when she leaned in and whispered into my ear.
“To be honest, I kinda like it too,” she whispered. “In fact, it makes me unbelievably hot. And wet.”
She moved my hand down to her pussy to prove it, and she was not lying. She was hot and wet and almost immediately after touching her she climbed on top of me and mounted my cock. She was so ready it was like sliding into jello, and when she started moaning and gyrating hard on my cock I knew I wasn’t going to last long, and I didn’t. It didn’t matter though, because she came fast too. We went back to looking at the pictures again, and we weren’t halfway through before my cock was hard again, and this time we took our time. The image we had stopped on was her in front of Tarzan on the vine, his cock no doubt pressed up against her, in my mind. We recreated the scene, with me behind her, and I couldn’t help but notice that the whole time I was fucking her that way she was drooling over the image on the screen, like maybe she was imagining Ben behind her instead of me. Which just turned me on even more.
The next night she came into he bedroom dressed in the leopard skin Jane outfit, playfully dangling a very small loin cloth that I quickly donned to become her Tarzan. We quickly adopted a game where we clicked on a picture from the photo session and then mimicked it. When we acted out the picture of her on her knees with her hands wrapped around my thigh, she eased her face in closer and delicately let her cheek brush up against the cloth, just grazing my hard cock through the material. Then she was softly kissing my cock through the silky material, and then she slipped the cloth aside and took me into her mouth. I couldn’t help but think how easy it would’ve been to have this happen during the photo session, with Ben.
Pretty much every night for the next week we played on some variation of this game, sometimes coming up with our own new poses and storylines, like Jane teaches an innocent Tarzan how to go down on her, or Tarzan does Jane doggy style while she eats a banana, or Tarzan overpowers the weaker Jane, ties her to the bedposts and has his way with her. All this would have been enough to eclipse the greatest sex ever, but it was made even better by Kate’s sudden desire to be very chatty during the play. “Fuck me harder Tarzan,” was my favorite, but one time I think she said “Fuck me harder Ben,” which was a close second. She might have initially regretted the mistake of naming Ben, but when I nodded and fucked her harder she knew it was ok. The orgasm I had from that session, after a week of passionate fucking, was maybe the best ever, I think I passed out halfway through it.
Later that night, I fell into a very vivid dream state. I expect it was the result of repeatedly looking at the pictures of the Tarzan photo session, at home, at work, on my phone in between, plus all of our role playing activities. In the dream, Kate was back in the photo shoot with Ben, they were dressed in the Tarzan outfits and playfully enjoying a whole new variety of poses. More intimate, sexual poses. In my dream, they would capture a pose, and then there would be a click where the moment was frozen, then they would move on to another pose.
It started with Ben standing behind Kate, they were both dressed in the same leopard skin outfits, her in a bra and skirt and him in the loin cloth. It was similar to one of the other poses, except this time Ben had his arms around Kate’s waist. There was a flash, and then Ben’s hands had moved up to just below her breasts, and one of her hands had dropped so she was touching his thigh. In the dream, I could see her face, looking a little unsettled, and then I could hear her see her lips move and her voice in my head, saying, “Is this ok?”
My head felt like it was swimming, but I also felt my head moving, nodding yes. Yes, it was ok.
Then another flash, and his hands were on her breasts, cupping them in his strong hands, and her mouth was open and her head was leaning back in ecstasy. She was leaning forward just a bit and her ass was pressed up against his loin cloth.
Then the flash again, and a new scene. Kate, on her knees beside Ben, her hands on his thigh and her face close to the loin cloth. Looking longingly towards the bulge under the cloth. Then she was looking at me, achingly, asking permission once again. “Is this ok?” I heard her voice in my head again, and again I nodded. She moved her hand underneath the loin cloth, causing Ben to gasp, and then in a flash the loin cloth was gone, and her fingers were lightly touching Ben’s balls, causing me to gasp. She looked at me again and I nodded again, and her hand drifted up and caressed his semi aroused cock, which hung heavy. Ben, or Tarzan as it were, was very well hung, and Beth’s eyes looked at him in amazement as she lightly touched him. She licked her lips, and looked at me, and I was already nodding.
She kissed his cock, lightly at first, and then more passionately, letting him slide into her mouth just a bit at a time, and each time her mouth touched him he got bigger. She looked at me and I had not really stopped nodding, and then she took him fully in and he put his hands on her head and pulled her closer.
Then another flash, and they were standing up again, Ben was behind her again. In the distortions of my dream, he had gotten bigger, and even more muscular, since the previous scene, and his cock had grown to immense proportions. She was leaning back against him, similar to the shot of them swinging on the vine, and she was essentially sitting on his cock, which was so big it came all the way up to her breasts, and she had both arms around it and was looking down on it adoringly. She glanced over at me but she didn’t need to ask. Suddenly her top was gone and she had his shiny, fully hard cock resting between her tits, and she leaned down to kiss the top, which was almost as big as her whole head.
Then his cock suddenly took on a different form, it was like a snake, and it wrapped itself around her slowly, first her legs, then her waist, then her neck and arms, until it had her completely laced and unable to move, and it pulsated, and squeezed her. She was defenseless, unable to move, but the look on her face wasn’t fear, or pain, it was ecstasy. She moaned and cooed as the giant snake wrapped around her and she held it adoringly to her breasts.
It simultaneously vibrated, and pulsed, and squeezed and then released and started the sequence over again. It began to glow as it became more and more aroused, and the squeezing and pulsating was even more dramatic, until it lifted her up off the ground and then began to shake.
Suddenly his snake like cock erupted, and like a volcano spurted wildly and covered her completely in a warm, white fuzz, and she smiled and cooed as it oozed all over her.
“I hope that was ok,” she said to me, as she lovingly stroked his slowly softening cock. “And I hope you got that on camera.”
In my dream, I suddenly realized what she meant. I was the cameraman, I was holding the camera and taking the pictures of Tarzan Ben ravishing my wife. And, to be fair, pictures of my wife ravishing Tarzan.
I jolted awake in my bed, with a hard cock and a cold sweat. I made so much noise that I woke up Kate, who sleepily asked me if I was ok.
“Yeah, just had a crazy dream,” I said. My mind returned to the vivid images of the incredible dream.
“Also, I think I know what I want for Christmas.”
So in the interest of reader interaction, which way would you see this going?
Option 1: Husband hires Ben to do a husband – wife boudoir session. Hijinks ensue.
Option 2: Husband hires Ben to do a full nude shoot with his wife, with the understanding that it is only posing together, no actual sex. Shenanigans ensue.