Wife's First Boudoir Photos - Sex Stories

Wife's First Boudoir Photos

... lingerie back here and we set up a folding screen so that you have some privacy while you change. I think you should start out with just a lacy bra and panties along with some nice black stockings. Pick a pair that are really transparent. I like to see some nipples.” Juan waggled his eyebrows at Claudia salaciously. “Ha, I’ll bet you do,” Claudia laughed as she went behind the screen. “Oh, man, your wife is so fucking hot. I can’t wait to see her put those titties on display,” Juan said, rubbing his hands together excitedly. “Uh, yeah,” I replied with a look of annoyance. “Oh man, don’t be like that,” he replied, slapping me on the shoulder. “Of course I love my work, can you blame me?” He winked at me lewdly, then turned to watch Claudia’s shadow on the screen as she undressed. “Oh wow, look at this, she is totally backlit.” He ran over to the screen with his camera. “Claudia, baby, once you get all your clothes off, let me know, I want to get some shots of your shadow on the screen. They’re gonna be so hot.” “Well, I’m undressed now,” said Claudia hesitantly. “Great, turn sideways and lift your arms above your head and stick your rump out. I wanna see those big knockers jutting out in one direction and that sweet ass poking out in the other. Yeah, like that, so fuckin hot, Yeah!” Juan was clicking madly away with his camera and Enrique stood behind him so he could see the shadow of my wife’s curvaceous form. “Your nipples aren’t hard enough, pinch them for me, make them ...

... pop.” “Uh, wow, ok,” giggled Claudia and Juan snapped photos of her shadow as she tweaked her nipples. “How’s this?” She turned to the side again. “Ah, not quite, come closer to the screen. Yeah, now cup your boobs in your hands to support them sort of, yeah, you got it, you are a natural, baby, you’re making me hard already. Aw yeah, stick that ass out, wow! What a shelf!” “Ok, uh, that’s a little explicit, isn’t it?” I said, taking a gulp of champagne as I stood awkwardly to the side. “I mean, that’s my wife you’re talking to.” Juan didn’t bother to turn as he snapped a stream of photos. “Man, I know that. This is rapport a photographer has with his model. He has to make her feel beautiful and he has to let her know that she is having an impact on him too. Just relax yourself, have some more champagne. Ok, gorgeous, go ahead and put on that bra and panties. I can’t wait to drink in the sight of your exposed flesh.” He let his camera fall back to his chest and turned to face me. “You know, we don’t normally have the husbands along for the ride. If it’s freaking you out too much, you might want to duck out and get a cup of coffee. Especially for the nude shots.” “Wait, I didn’t think you did nude shots,” I stammered. “Well, we do the tasteful stuff. Like nude on her belly on the bed, maybe just a hint of bare ass, slightly out of focus, her dangling boobs covered up by her arm. No nips or anything. But of course, she has to get naked for that kind of shot and Enrique and I get ...