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Wife's First Boudoir Photos

... thought about it. I got up and gave her a kiss and that lead to me casually groping her boob and then she noticed that I was getting harder and started squeezing my bulge and it the next thing I knew, I had her bent over the kitchen table with her panties around her ankles and her skirt above her waist as I dogged her from behind. I gripped her soft white hips as I pictured my lovely wife parading around in provocative lingerie and I was quickly emptying my seed inside her. “Hmm, this photo shoot idea is spicing up our love life already,” she said, smiling brightly back at me over her shoulder as I tenderly withdrew from her. “Possibly.” And we both laughed and hugged there in the kitchen. *** Claudia made the arrangements with a studio to have the shoot in the bridal suite of a posh hotel downtown. We were greeted by a pair of young latinas who explained that they were just the hair and makeup assistants and that the photographer and lighting person were running a bit late. They handed us glasses of champagne so we could loosen up and the young women fussed over my wife while I wandered through the expansive rooms. It was an old hotel and the ceilings were high with ornate crown moulding. The windows provided a gorgeous view of San Francisco’s skyline. Someone had hung sheer fabric sheets from the ceiling to add ambience. There was a light tap at the door and then two young hispanic men came into the room. I was immediately taken aback by how rough these two looked. The ...

... shorter man had a tattoo of a hummingbird on his neck, a thin moustache, and dark black, slicked back hair. His partner was a big, muscular fellow with a scar on his upper lip, a pony tail, and cold black eyes. Both men wore wife beaters and saggy jeans hanging low so that their boxers were showing. The shorter fellow had a camera around his neck and carried a lens case, and the bigger guy was hauling in a bunch of lighting equipment. “Hey, you must be Claudia’s husband, George,” said the short photographer. “I’m Juan and this is my cousin Enrique. Sorry we are late, our other shoot went over. Where’s the sexy lady?” “Ah, Claudia is just finishing up with hair and makeup, but uh, I thought the photographer was going to be a female.” He reached down and grabbed his testicles and thought for a minute and then said, “Nope.” His cousin broke out laughing and I smiled along wryly. The two latinas ushered my wife into the room, and Juan whistled appreciatively. She was still in her modest dress, but her hair was done up in elaborate curls. I thought the make-up was overdone and garish, basically stage makeup, but I guessed that’s what was needed for photography. “And you must be Claudia,” said Juan, rushing forward and grabbing her hand so he could kiss it. He looked her up and down dramatically. “I am Juan and I will be photographing your sensuousness today. You are one gorgeous lady. This will really be a pleasure. Enrique, bring in trunk with the lingerie. We got to spice things up ...