Boudoir Shoot Turns into Cheating

She parked her car on the street and fed the meter a few quarters. Twenty minutes was not nearly enough so she dug under the seat and grabbed a handful of change. Two hours sounded better. The photographer’s studio was in an up-and-coming area in South Philly. She had chosen this photographer after seeing the woman’s social media page. She liked the tastefulness and respect for women’s bodies, and when she was looking for boudoir photographers, this was the most important quality she was looking for.

She wanted to give this as a gift to her fiancée on their wedding day, which was quickly approaching. They didn’t share finances yet, so she was able to set some money aside for the shoot. They didn’t live together which made this appointment easy to hide, and in fact, they hadn’t even slept together yet. Once or twice, it had come close, but their religious upbringing made them feel guilty enough to stop before they went all the way.

She wanted to, she could feel it. And maybe that’s part of why she looked up boudoir online. She wanted to have an outlet for her sexual frustration.

She walked into the studio, a loft-style apartment in a rehabbed building overlooking a public park and a few bistro restaurants. She immediately noticed the respite from the afternoon sun. Air conditioning.

There was a mirror by a bell and a desk. She rang the bell and checked herself in the mirror. She had just had her hair done this morning and it looked good. She admired her reflection. The blonde highlights were worth the extra time and money. She wanted to look her best for the pictures and so she asked if she could have her makeup done as well. They threw it in for free, if she would return for her wedding day. She agreed.

Her current outfit, grey yoga pants and a loose, light blue tank, was strictly for comfort. She wouldn’t be wearing it this afternoon.

She saw some black and white photographs on the wall, mounted in black frames. They were nude men and women and the first thing she noticed was the clever use of shadows to both reveal and obscure. It was sexy without being lewd.

“Ah, you must be the bride-to-be, welcome.”

“Oh, yes,” she said, startled at being caught looking at the naked people.

“Welcome to my studio. I’m Julia,” the photographer said. She stretched out her hand to shake.

“Emily.”

“Nice to meet you. So, are you ready? You look ready.”

“I am. I have my outfits here,” she said, lifting a tote bag. It was mostly lingerie, along with a dress. The wedding theme warranted that everything should be white. Her innocence on display.

“There’s a changing curtain in that corner. I use a few different areas of the studio for these things. There’s a bed over by the windows. They’re oversized so they’re great for lighting. There’s a grey suede chaise I use for some more exotic poses. We will start there and see how it goes.”

“OK, thanks,” Emily said.

She closed the curtain behind her and dumped her bag onto a metal folding chair.

White dress, thick straps, lace top.

White lace bra. White solid bra. White see-through bra. Panties to match each.

She wasn’t sure about the see-through sets, because it might be too much. She did get a wax though so her pubic hair wouldn’t show through the panties, in case she changed her mind and wore them.

The solid set was too every day looking in her mind so she put on the lace set and the dress and stepped out into the studio. A man was talking with Julia. He was black, tall, with broad shoulders. She laughed at something he said and then turned and saw that Emily was ready. She walked over to them.

“Emily, this is my boyfriend, Joseph.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m sorry to barge in, I was just cutting through.”

“Our apartment is upstairs,” Julia said.

“Ah, it’s ok.”

“You probably recognize him from some of those photos up front?”

“Ah, yes,” she said, remembering one particular photo. A man’s nude profile, the light creating shadows across his strong features of his muscular body, in a semi-walk or flex, or something. Whatever he was doing, hide his penis from view but his butt looked quite nice, she had thought. She get herself blush.

“She roped me in from time to time.”

“He’s a poet.”

“Really,” Emily said. “I love poetry.”

“I have a copy of one of my books around here. I’ll bring it down when you’re done,” he said.

“Oh, wow. Thanks!”

“No problem. Well, I’ll get out of your hair. Nice meeting you again.”

“You too,” she said.

Julia led her to the bedroom section of the room and cordoned it off with some drapery. She was right, the windows were amazing. The whole wall was like one big window, even though it was just a few taller than usual windows with some small beams between them. She wanted windows like that in her future house.

“Let’s do some photos with you in that dress, and then work our way down. Sound good?”

“Yes, that’s what I was thinking too.”

“Great.”

The camera clicked away as Emily looked out the window longingly, into the apartment longingly, sat on the floor with her legs together, then apart, her hand holding her dress to the floor between her legs, her smile meant to seduce her husband.

Julia made her feel sexy and beautiful and like she deserved these types of photos. Where previously, she felt only model-like women could do this kind of thing, she felt a new feeling, confidence.

“Are you ready to take the dress off?”

“Yes,” she said. “I’m already wearing the underwear.”

“Perfect.”

“Actually… I have this shear kind of lingerie. Is it OK if I wear that?”

“Of course. Whatever you feel comfortable in. We can do a lot more with the sexier lingerie. More nuance and play with lighting to hide or reveal. Whatever we want. If your husband can barely see, or think he sees something, it’s more exciting than straight out nudity. Most of the time, anyway.”

Emily wondered what Julia meant by “most of the time.” And then she remembered when she heard about paparazzi pictures of an actor she liked. It was while he was on vacation with his girlfriend. He was walking on a secluded beach completely naked. She had closed the browser, after a good thirty second gaze, while apologizing to her future husband in her mind.

Emily lifted her dress off as she heard the camera click away. She walked back to the curtained changing area, camera clicks echoing as she imagined Julia snapping pictures of her from behind.

She emerged wearing the shear bra and panties and walked back toward Julia. She never stopped looking for the right picture, as she snapped over and over.

“Do you mind recreating some of those same poses now? Try sitting on the chaise, one leg on each side, and place a hand covering between your legs.”

Emily felt a little self-conscious at the thought. But it was only because she was now intentional covering up her body.

“Good, but don’t smile. Bite your lip. Yes, perfect! Now, do you mind lying face up, lift your arms above your head.”

Julia shifted to the side and took a profile of Emily’s body, outstretched. Her nipples were definitely visible, but only through the sheer material.

“Are you comfortable with being nude?”

“I was going to ask you that. I am thinking I want to try it.”

“Do you want naked but up to imagination? Fully nude, ‘here I am, word!’? Or someone in between?”

“I think I’d like a mix.” Emily turned to walk back to take off her underwear as Julia interrupted her.

“I can see a good picture in my mind. Stand by the windows, face me, and take off your underwear. Slowly so I can find the right angle.”

Emily nodded in agreement. Her husband would think of it as a private strip tease. She unhooked her bra and leaned over, letting her breasts hang down. She knew they weren’t the biggest, but she liked them. She cupped them with her hands as the camera continued clicking away.

She stood up and slipped her hands down to her panties, hooked her thumbs in the sides and shimmied them to the floor.

“All great stuff. I have a few pictures you’ll definitely want.”

“Oh, good. Do I look awkward?”

“Absolutely not. You are a natural. Very photogenic.”

Julia had Emily lie on the bed and ruffle the sheets, posing her body still covered by the sheet in strategic ways, and then sitting.

“I think we have a lot. Anything else you can think of?”

“Is there anything else you recommend? What do other women do?”

“Well, there is more but I can’t tell if it’s for you.”

“What is it? What do you mean?”

“When you arrived, I found you looking at the framed photos on the wall. There’s an album in that top drawer by the bed. Why don’t you look through it while I get a fresh battery?”

Emily covered herself in the sheet and pulled open the drawer, removing the photo album. Inside were 8×10 pictures, all in black and white. Men and women, naked, in a state of arousal, in the same frame.

Julie walked back in and Emily closed the album.

“What do you think? Does any of that strike you?”

“Well… yes.”

“Yes, but?”

“I don’t know if I could do that. Also, my fiancée is away on business so…”

“Oh, don’t let that stop you. Joseph would do it.”

“Your boyfriend?”

She shook her head and walked to the back of the studio, opened a door and called for him. He came down, wearing basketball shorts and a sleeveless T. A beer in his hand.

“Emily wants the premium package. Will you sub in for her fiancée?”

“Sure,” Joseph said.

“Nudity isn’t such a big deal here. We live nude through our art. My photography. His poems. We bare ourselves.” Joseph lifted his shirt over his head.

“Uh,” Emily said. She blushed. “I forget what I was going to say.”

“A month from now, you look through the album I give you and there’s sexual energy. Is that for you? For the two of you? Would your fiancée want to see it?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. I liked looking at your work. Can I have a moment?”

“Sure,” Julia said. She wrapped the sheet around her body and found her phone and texted her fiancée.

“Hey, quick question. Remember that dream you had. The one you told me about another man taking me on our wedding day, and how it had turned you on and you didn’t know why?”

The texting bubble popped up. Disappeared a few times before reappearing and then being replaced by his response.

“Yes.”

“Did you ever figure it out? Why did you think it was hot?”

“I don’t know. Taboo? Why are you asking?”

“Is it still a turn-on?”

“I don’t… I think so. But we haven’t had sex yet.”

“I’m not going to sleep with anyone but I have a surprise.”

“Wait, what?”

“BRB.”

“No, wait. What is happening?”

She had already dropped her phone, with her quick decision to just embrace the moment and go with it. Her phone was silenced so she didn’t hear the half dozen calls from her fiancée. The frantic voicemails.

“OK, I’m good. I’ll trust your expert opinion, let’s make some hot pics.”

“That’s what I like to hear. Unleash your inner goddess,” Julia said. “So here’s my thought. I want to tease the one who sees these pictures. You and Joseph are perfect. You are pale skinned and he is much darker. Let’s play with light. Black and white. Contrast. He is bigger and you’re smaller, let’s create some dominance and submission. Let’s see what strikes us. First, strip. Both of you, naked.”

Emily already was, except for the sheet. Joseph put his beer down and dropped his shorts. Emily gasped. She averted her eyes from Joseph’s body, his manhood, but snuck another peek before looking away again.

“Emily, dear, the sheet?”

“Oh, yeah. Yes. Sorry.”

The couple looked at each other and smiled, knowingly smiled. Emily dropped the sheet and Joseph checked her out. Julia guided them to the chaise. She had Emily sit, straddling it, facing the camera.

Joseph looked at Emily and liked what he saw. Her petite frame, her soft breasts, pale skin, good girl image, and unpenetrated, tight pussy. He had urges that he wouldn’t let Julia know about.

Joseph stood behind her. His cock still soft but impressively proportioned compared to her tiny frame. Someone looking at this photo would notice the beautiful woman, nude, sitting and looking at them. A strong, large man behind her. His arms on his hips, where his abs disappeared to striking V shaped muscles pointing to his cock, the size of an eggplant, hanging. Disbelief would enter their mind as their eyes followed it down, down, down, disappearing into the space behind her head. The contrast in their skin tones, highlighting the difference between them. His strong, chocolate skin, her delicate, pale beauty.

“That is fantastic. I love it. I want a copy for myself,” Julia said.

Emily laughed and immediately relaxed. She was worried this would get sexual and she realized that it was still artistic. It was more about the tease than the reveal.

“Emily, can you turn around and face Joseph? Don’t touch him. He’s mine!”

Emily saw Julia chuckle to herself. She turned and looked up at Joseph’s face, trying to avoid looking at his cock. It was right there. Inches from her eyes.

“I can tell you’re looking up. Close your eyes if you need to. But put a hand up on his chest. Yes, yes. Perfect.”

Emily realized from the direction of Julia’s voice that she was taking pictures of what looked like a blowjob in progress. No way to know if it was real or not. The tease. She got it. She decided to embrace it.

“I have an idea, Julia,” she said.

“Let’s have it. I love to hear my clients getting into the shoots.”

“I’ll show you. Stay there.”

Emily pushed Joseph backward on the chaise and then got on her hands and knees before lowering onto her elbows. She looked back and waved him forward.

“I see where she’s going with this,” he said.

“Me too,” Julia said.

Emily closed her eyes and opened her mouth as if she was in ecstasy. She heard camera clicks.

“Can I put my hands on your hips,” he asked.

“Yes,” she moaned as his massive hands took hold of her by her hips. She didn’t realize she did and she was suddenly feeling horny. She could that she was getting wet.

Joseph looked at Julia who raised an eyebrow at him. He got the message.

“Emily, try looking right at the camera. Pretend it’s your husband and you want him to see this moment. Act out your thoughts.”

Emily opened her eyes. Julia was kneeling on the floor, a few feet away, capturing the moment quite well. Emily did a few things. First, she looked right at Julia, then she opened her mouth, and then she rocked back against Joseph. She was testing the waters.

She felt something hard push against her pussy. It could only be one thing. She eased back against his engorged cock, slowly impaling herself on it. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes popped open at the shock of his prodigious cock inside of her. She slowly rocked back and forth as Joseph imperceptibly pushed deeper into her. She moaned again and Julia gave her a thumbs up. Julia didn’t know Emily was no longer acting.

“Joseph, can you lie down on the bed,” she asked.

“Shoot,” Emily thought. She steeled herself for his withdrawal and felt the agony as he pulled out, leaving her empty, stretched, internally begging him to return and ravage her.

Joseph slyly turned to the side and walked to the bed, wiping his soaked cock with the bedding. He didn’t want Julia to see the evidence of their secret fuck. He wanted to finish the job.

“Lie on your back and whoa, someone’s excited.”

“Sorry,” he said.

“No, no. We aren’t new at this. I know you can’t control it. She’s a beautiful woman. And I’m no saint. If I were her, I’d be dripping. Emily, why don’t you settle in between his legs. Stretch out and just rest your chin on his thigh.”

Emily slid over onto the bed and complied. Her chin on his leg, just below and to the left of his cock. Julia asked him to hold it upright from the base.

When he did that she saw how truly massive it was. The camera captured it too, against the whiteness of her innocent looking face. She wasn’t innocent anymore though. She had a naughty secret.

“A few more, I think. Emily, now you lie on your back.”

Julia positioned Joseph on his knees between Emily’s legs. She lifted Emily’s waist and shoved a pillow underneath. Then she stood on the bed, just above Emily’s head and shot downward.

“Joseph, let your cock rest on her,” she said.

He looked up at her I’m disbelief. She was serious. He slide upward, lifting his cock up, moving closer so his balls pressed against her pussy. She felt the heat and weight of them. He dropped his cock onto her skin and there was a thwap of the heft of it slapping onto her skin.

Julia snapped more pictures. From her angle, the viewer would see the darkness of his cock, which extended from her pussy up to her belly button, against her cream color, which made Julia squirm as she realized she was turned on. The space between Emily’s legs didn’t look big enough to accommodate a man of Joseph’s size. He would break her, but not Julia. Julia could take him, and gladly would, for the hundredth time.

“Fuck,” Julia said. “My card is full. I’m such an idiot. I didn’t make room. There’s a store nearby.” She looked at them both, determining whether she could trust them.

“I’m the only one wearing clothes. I’ll be back in ten, fifteen minutes tops.”

She grabbed her purse and ran to the front door. The door clicked. Emily looked up at Joseph and raised an eyebrow. He also knew that meaning. He lowered himself on one arm, while guiding his clock back into her. Her body was simultaneously reluctant and accommodating. She could just barely handle him.

“Fuck,” he said on her ear. “You feel amazing.”

“So do you.”

He looked into her eyes. She had questions. He could tell. He could also tell she was forgetting them one at a time, with every thrust he gave her. He filled her up and then left her empty every time he moved his hips back and forth.

He watched her breasts recoil with his thrusts, the soft flesh jiggling. He pressed deep into her, sending her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Her nails dug into the thick cords of muscle in his back. He got off on pleasing women and he could tell she was very pleased.

He lifted his hips and slammed down into her, faster now. Sweat fell from his brow onto her belly. She felt something new. Her pussy was being electrified, waves of tingling rushing through her body. He felt her grip tightening around his cock and she arched her back up and wrapped her arms around his neck. She held on as the waves hit her and as she fell off a cliff of control into ecstasy of release, she let go of him. Falling back onto the bed.

He felt her body clenching him, as her pussy drenched his cock. Another satisfied woman. He pulled out and stood to go take care of business when Emily stopped him.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m close.”

“I’m on birth control. Getting prepped for my wedding day.”

He smiled at her and turned her over onto her belly. She was lying face down. She gasped as he took her from behind. Every thrust pushed her further off the bed until her hands were on the floor and she was trying to keep herself from completely falling off.

He braved himself against the window frame and kept pounding her. She loved rough fucking, she thought.

Her shoulders slid off the bed, her arms sliding further against the rug. Futility. Soon her waist was on the edge. She angled her hips up and his thrusts slowed into steady bursts of controlled strength. He shot a load down into her, then with another thrust, another pulsing sensation within her as another stream of come filled her.

He heard a car door and beep of it locking, hopped off of her and ran to the bathroom.

Emily turned over on the bed, trying to put the sheets back to the way they had been. She get come starting to leak out of her and wiped it away. She put the pillow back under her waist: 1- so she was in the same (uncomfortable) position, but 2- to hide the evidence.