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Wife's First Boudoir Photos

... to see everything.” “Yeah, I’m not…” “Ok, boys,” said Claudia brightly emerging from behind the screen. She was wearing nothing but a black bra, panties, and black stockings. Her erect nipples were clearly visible through the transparent bra and my jaw dropped when I saw her because she never wore such things at home. Her bras never even matches her panties. She had certainly put on weight over the years, but she wore it well and she had a good hourglass figure with a clearly defined waist and ample tits and ass. Her skin was still smooth and fresh looking for a woman in her forties and she was showing plenty of skin. “Aww, yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” crowed Juan. “Check out those titties, bro.” “Super hot,” agreed Enrique nodded with agreement as he turned the lightbox to face her. “Um, ok,” said Claudia, putting her arms out awkwardly. “Now what?” Juan was snapping away as she flailed her arms. “See, see, that George. That awkward expression, that nervousness of having strange men ogle her ta-ta’s. That’s gold, baby, you are gonna thank me when you get these photos back. So hot, so vulnerable.” Claudia put her hands on her waist and cocked one hip jauntily. “Vulnerable? Ha, I’m old enough to be your mother.” “I’d still do you,” smiled Juan. “I don’t care how old you are with that body, baby. I’d tap that ass with a quickness. Let me see some, yeah, turn around and bend over a little. Oooo-wee, thats a booty. Spank it for me. Oh yeah. I’m springing one for you ...

... right now, for real.” Juan gripped his crotch with one hand as he click pictures with the other and I was disgusted to see a bulge growing in his baggy jeans. Claudia laughed when she saw Juan’s bulge and she excitedly went through the series of lewd poses he suggested. She was clearly loving every minute of it and relishing her role as slutty sex object. I was about to protest all of Juan’s crotch grabbing when Isabella came by and poured me more champagne. She noticed my discomfort and smiled prettily up at me. “You don’t seem super happy about this now, but I know you will just love the pictures later. Juan get’s pretty raunchy and he’s just getting warmed up. I mean, he still has his pants on and you already seem freaked out. Maybe you should come hang out in the other room with Maria and I.” “What do you mean, he takes his own pants off?” I gasped in shock. “Yeah, it adds to the sexual tension, you know. But he’s right, it really comes across in the pictures. Maria and I can keep you company though, we know what you’re going through.” She batted her eyelashes at me and I could detect some strong innuendo. Was this some kind of weird sex service posing as a photography studio. But no, the camera and lighting were all top end professional gear and this studio came highly recommended. “We can show you our underwear if you want,” she whispered, opening her blouse slightly so I could get a peek at her pert cleavage. Sweat beaded up on my forehead as I gazed from Isabella’s boobs ...