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Wife's First Boudoir Photos

... a little in here.” He gave a guttural, unsavory laugh that made my stomach roil. Claudia looked down at the photographer with a bemused smile and then looked at me and immediately noticed my discomfort. “We thought the photographer was going to be a woman,” I repeated lamely and Juan gave me an annoyed glance. “I know, I know, a lot of studios have women photographers because that makes the customers comfortable. And they joke around and act silly and make funny faces. It’s like a slumber party. And the pictures reflect like, that energy, you know? They aren’t sexy, they are just funny. You need a man taking the pictures to really bring out a woman’s sexuality . Compare my photos to the stuff the other studios produce. No comparison. My pictures scream raw sex appeal. Those others are just, safe, mine are dangerous!” Juan puffed his chest out, proud of his little diatribe and Enrique and the two girls nodded along, clearly impressed. “I’m not sure dangerous is what we are looking for,” I said hesitantly. Claudia intervened before Juan could answer. “Excuse us a moment, won’t you? I just need to have a little chat with my husband. I don’t think he is comfortable with me, err, being sensuous around strange men.” “Certainly pretty lady,” said Juan unctuously. He looked her body up and down in a way that made me angry. As she walked over to me he tilted his head and pursed his lips in appreciation as he checked out her rear. “Honey, we can’t go through with this. Look at those ...

... guys,” I hissed gesturing at the two young men as they went about setting up the equipment. “You’re gonna have to pay for the room no matter what,” called Juan. “It’s gonna be expensive.” Claudia smiled over at him and waved. “Yes, thank you, we understand,” she called out. Then she turned back to me and lowered her voice. “They do seem a bit rough around the edges, but I think he made a good point. Having a male photographer makes it riskier . Besides, I’m actually kind of a sucker for blatant flattery. I think he’s cute.” I looked at Claudia with frank amazement. “Claudia he looks like a street hooligan.” “Oh, don’t be silly, that’s just the look kids have these days.” She waved her hand dismissively. She saw me staring back at her and laughed. “My goodness, you aren’t actually jealous are you?” I shifted uncomfortably under her gaze and rubbed my head. “George? This is me here, your wife for 15 years.” “But you will be prancing around practically naked,” I whispered. “That’s the idea!” She raised her eyebrows at me in exasperation. “Just get a grip on yourself. These young guys aren’t going to get all worked up over a middle-aged lady like me. And besides, we already paid for the room, so let’s go through with it.” “Yeah, ok, but I need another drink.” “Isabella, can you pour George and I more champagne. We need to calm our nerves a bit.” “Ok, ok, great, I’m glad you and George got everything worked out,” said Juan taking my wife by the arm. “We have a big trunk of sexy ...