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Wife's First Boudoir Photos

“So I was having coffee with Janet and Abbey today,” said my wife, Claudia. She was gazing down into her tea cup as she stirred it and I sensed something was wrong. Her normally pale white cheeks seemed flushed. “What’s the matter, are you embarrassed about something, dear?” “Well, they were telling me about these boudoir photos they each had taken.” “Boudoir, as in bedroom?” I scratched my head in confusion. “Right, I guess there is a trend now of middle aged housewives doing sexy photo shoots in opulent hotel suites so they have some record of themselves looking good before they go completely downhill.” Claudia snorted with derision as she peered down into her tea cup. “I’m sure you’ve seen things like that online. Pouting ladies in skimpy lingerie stretching out on luxurious chaise lounge chairs.” “Uh, yeah, I might have seen something like that online before.” I gulped guiltily and made a show of tugging at my collar. Claudia rewarded me with the briefest of smirks and I could tell something was truly bothering her. “Ha, ha, I’m sure you look at raunchier things than that when you go into your den and get on the internet. I don’t even want to know what I’d find if I had your password and could see your internet history. But getting back to the point, my friends are trying to convince me to go do a boudoir shoot.” She paused and looked up and me hesitantly. “What a laugh, right? I’ve already gone downhill.” “What are you talking about? You still look great. Look at ...

... those gorgeous boobs of yours.” I wagged my eyebrows at my wife lewdly. She blushed a bit more and covered her breasts with her hands demurely. “Stop it. Men don’t look at me anymore.” “Jeez, you sound bitter about it. Do you enjoy catcalls?” “I would at this point.” She sighed and gazed out the window at our expansive backyard was enveloped by the encroaching gloom of dusk. “And we never have sex anymore.” “Ahh.” I rubbed my face and said nothing for a moment. “Well, it sounds like you could use a boost to your self-esteem. Why not go get made-up and have the pictures taken then. I’m sure they will come out looking marvelous.” “Do you think so?” She tugged a strand of grey-blonde hair down into her face and peeked at me shyly from behind it. Have I really lost track how beautiful and vulnerable my wife could be? My heart melted when I saw how bashful she seemed. “Of course, I’m just worried about one thing. I don’t want you getting half naked in front of some handsome male photographer.” “What are you jealous?” My wife laughed gaily at the idea. “As though some young guy would be interested in an old bag like me.” I gave her a stern look and she regained her composure. “Anyway, I think these boudoir photographers are all women. I called one place today and spoke with a woman.” “Really, you called a place?” “Yes, do you want to go with me?” She seemed excited and the idea of watching my wife model lingerie piqued my imagination and I could feel my johnson growing stiffer as I ...