Wine and The Husband of my Sister's Best Friend - Sex Stories

Wine and The Husband of my Sister's Best Friend

Steve was the husband of the best friend of my sister, Jenn. I always did my best to keep my relationships professional and platonic, especially when it came to my family and family friends. There is an old saying that “familiarity breeds contempt” and while I was not as familiar with Steve as I would like to have been, our casual run-ins in our community, always spiked my interest in Steve, even though I knew he was married. Steve had a vivid interest in photography and he was good at it. I am a professional photographer and I have been for years. My photography runs the gambit, from weddings, to special events, kids, and modeling. Every now and then, I’d get a boudoir request, almost always from a woman seeking to spice up a relationship. Only once in twenty years had I ever shot a male boudoir session. The guy was good looking, but gay. I got extremely turned on and flustered, all at the same time. I ran into Steve and his wife one day and I told them I’d love to do a photo shoot for both of them, my gift back to them, for helping me through tough times over the years. Brenda was nice, but I think a bit suspicious of my intentions, since I am a single woman. Steve and Brenda said they would love to have some photos done, but when I didn’t hear back from either of them for several weeks, I figured they must have changed their minds. Then, Steve texted me and asked if he could have a studio photo session and how much it would cost. “For you and Brenda,” I replied, ...

... “Nothing.” I was surprised when Steve texted back and said the photo session would be strictly for him- that Brenda did not want photos done. I was excited and nervous about photographing Steve. I longed for male attention. Steve was one hundred per cent male, standing six foot four, well tanned and well toned, with chiseled good looks and an engaging personality and smile. I have a very unique approach to photography. I always want to make sure my subject or subjects are comfortable. Tension or nervousness shows up very easily in photos. My photo studio is like a miniature apartment, complete with a leather couch, a love seat, artwork, wood floors, a faux- fire place and a mini-bar. Steve was on time. He was dressed casually in jeans and a button down plaid shirt, wearing his white cowboy hat. I welcomed him in with a hug. He carried with him a business suit in a clothes bag. I offered Steve a drink from the bar. I already had a head start on him and had poured myself a red wine. “You can’t drink alone,” Steve remarked taking a seat on the couch. I asked him his preference and he joking replied, “Blonde.” Since I am a blonde, and I knew Steve pretty well, I took no offense to his comment. I handed him a glass of red wine. “Red wine makes me horny,” Steve casually remarked. “Well, that will have to wait until after the photo shoot,” I replied. The sexual banter was light hearted and all in fun, or so I thought. We discussed the details of the shoot. Steve wanted some casual shot and ...