Fiance Photo Session

[azncouple]

When we were in our early 20's, my fiance during that time was involved in an incident. We were part of a friends wedding in an out of town city and I had noticed that the bride's brother-in-law who was the unofficial photographer was sneaking in a lot of shots of her. I left her alone for a couple of hours to help with the wedding party and she later told me that while I was gone, he was trying to take some sexy pictures while they were alone in the bedroom. She told me that she had just changed into a short tight tank top and he barged in the room and started snapping pictures of her. He asked her to model for him and put his hands on her body positioning her in different poses. Then he started slowly tugging down her shirt straps saying they were glamour type shots and was able to expose her tits. She pulled her top back up, but he asked to take pictures of her topless. She tried to say no, but with the way he was begging and pleading, she finally agreed. He reached up and pulled at the top of her shirt, but this time yanked it all the way down to her waist. She said she stood there with her tits out in the open while he snapped away with his camera. He pulled her hand, sat her down on the bed, and continued posing her. Then he took it another step and tugged at her jeans, and for whatever reason, she let him take them off and had nothing on but her panties. He pushed her down and snapped a few more pictures of her laid out on the bed. This was when he put down the camera and reached out with both hands and felt on her tits rolling her nipples through his fingers. He was starting to spread her legs apart when another guy at the party walked in on them. She covered her tits and quickly put back her clothes while both guys just stood there checking her out. She said that they playfully tried to block the door and while she tried to wrestle and push through them, she could feel their hands on her tits and ass.
She felt bad about what happened and wanted to tell me. I should have been upset and confronted the guys, but for whatever reason, I told her that I was ok with it, there was no harm done.

[Charley1000]

I think it turned hearing about it

[azncouple]

I changed the avatar picture to one that he took from that day. We got a CD copy of the pictures he took of her, but it looked like a lot of the pictures were left out.

[OZCPL]

If my wife had told me that exact same story, most of it would be true, except that the photographer would have been in her or just cum in he,r when they were sprung. I have come to realise that a lot of girls like to down play some of their adventures. Thanks for the story.

[limptrevor]

I encouraged my wife to reply to an ad in a local freebie newspaper set up by an photographer seeking a model. She knew why; I just wanted her nude in front of another man; but he didn't say he expected the model to be nude. At the time, she had not yet agreed to being a "hotwife." He was an amateur photographer, not professional, and the hourly pay was minimal, not enough that we would need it.

We invited him to take the photos at our home. At his request, she changed into different clothing and a swimsuit. While she changed in our bedroom for one set of shots, I asked whether he wanted her nude. He said, "Absolutely," but he had been reluctant to ask. I told him to ask.

After a few swimsuit shots, he asked her to do some bedroom photos in the swimwear. While she was on the bed, he asked her to remove her top. She shrugged and took it off. That embolded him minutes later to ask her for full nude photos. She complied without hesitation.

He wanted shadowed photos, so I turned off the lights as he requested and she posed in any manner he wished. Each of us noticed his erection beneath his slacks but said nothing about it.

I asked whether he wanted couples photos for his collection. He said, "Well, that would be nice. Are you volunteering?" I said no but that I would be glad to take photos with his equipment of him and my wife together if he didn't mind being nude also. I added that I would take off my clothes too if he would be more comfortable.

My wife just listened, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, which we silently understood to be her acceptance. He and I were soon naked and they sat together on our bed as I took the photos at his direction. His erection hadn't subsided.

I asked them to kiss. His lips covered hers, and my wife's arms curled around his neck. From that moment, he no longer gave instructions; they performed as I requested. I asked him to hover above her. His dick brushed my wife's vagina. He remained in that position, his dick brushing against my wife's vagina. She shivered at the flesh on flesh.

I asked her to curl her hand around his penis. She hesitated, as if awaiting to determine if he might object, then grasped his dick. Her lower lip quivered as his hips lustily thrust his member into her hand. I suggested they perform fake intercourse. Their heads turned and nodded affirmatively in agreement.

His cock pressed against her belly and her legs wrapped about his back. My wife moaned and her groin rotated against his. I hadn't requested that but liked what was developing. He gasped for breath. Her legs fell to the bed, her heels digging into the mattress. He kneeled and gripped his stalk and pointed it to the mouth of her cunt.

She could no longer resist, if in fact she had intended to. He guided his pole into her. She wailed as it glided through her cuntal channel. He thrust furiously into her and her hips rose and fell in rhythm to his fucking.

He groaned and said,"I'm cumming in your wife, I can't stop it." I said I didn't want him to stop; I wanted her to have his seed. They mutually sighed as his lava flowed through her tunnel. Her head rolled side to side, her eyes wide as she squealed in passion.

They dressed, he packed up his equipment and thanked us for our graciousness. He said that because he was new at photography, he hadn't before had a model. But if he had, he added, he was sure that this would be his best experience. My wife told him she had never done anything like that before and kissed him before he left.

For whatever reasons, he has never called back for another session, and my wife has never phoned him.

[azncouple]

Hot story, limptrevor. Photo sessions are such a turn on.

[BallSpanking]

Well... I was a little conflicted by the story, because I wasn't sure her reluctance was being respected, but it sounds as though she was playing along, and narrowly escaped being fucked.

You have the pics, somehow, so that suggests she remained in touch with the photographer, and her telling you now sounds like asking permission to become a HW.

What have you told her?

[azncouple]

We've had more adventures since then and she now knows that I want her to be a hotwife. She doesn't mind playing, but most of the time is still reluctant to go all the way. I had to ask my friend the groom to get a copy of all the pictures that was taken of her. When he finally got it for me, I asked him if he looked at them, he said, "yeah... I didn't know they were going to be so sexy. you're not mad, right?" I told him, not at all.

[BallSpanking]

So, clearly she posed willingly for the guy, but did he fuck her?

[mystTiger]

would love to hear about more of the adventures you two have had...

[Hentai Husband]

HH: Love your story about the photographer! Thought I would repost this from another thread that you might enjoy...

About two years after HH and I started seeing each other, HH got the idea of me doing a boudoir shoot with a professional photographer as a birthday present. He looked into booking a photographer for an hour shoot, but after realizing that all of those who specialized in boudoir photography charged at least $500 for a session, we began to explore other options. A friend who was a professional model suggested that I list myself on a modelling website where photographers and models could find each other to do what she called "TF" or "Trade For" sessions where each traded their time. She said it was common among models and photographers to do this in order to build their portfolios.

HH and I decided to try this, posting the best of the shots that he had taken of me half clothed in order to show potential photographers my body. We quickly gathered some interest from potential photographers willing to do a lingerie and nude shoot, and looking through some of their portfolios, we chose one who took really sexy shots.

We connected with him by email, and discussed for several weeks some ideas of what me might do in a shoot together. After several weeks of email exchanges, we met for coffee in order to get to know each other and feel more comfortable before the shoot. it was a great relief to find that he was not just a talented photographer, but a pretty nice guy as well. We chatted about our pasts, and after an hour of walking along the water with him, I genuinely felt relaxed with him. By the time we parted with plans for a shoot the following Monday, I had a great feeling about him. He was warm and attentive, and I felt we had a connection that would work well during a shoot. He seemed very sincere and I felt I could trust him. He was clear about being a professional, and that he prided himself on maintaining a clear boundary between himself and his models, but there was also a part of me that felt physically attracted to him.

This was before HH and I had really worked out our fantasies about me having sex with another man, although we often talked about it. But I remember thinking to myself as we parted that I could imagine having sex with the photographer if the situation was right.

When I got home with HH, we picked out a few outfits that we thought would look good for the shoot, emailing the photographer images so he would know how I would be dressed. I felt nervous in anticipation of the day, knowing it was my first time modelling, but also because I felt a rising excitement anticipating that I would be posing nude for the photographer, and even though the pictures were going to be for me and HH to enjoy, I knew I would be alone with the photographer and I couldn't deny that there was a sexual spark between us.

The morning of the shoot, I awoke already super horny. HH recognized my excitement, mirrored in his own erection, probably the result of his imagining, just as I had, of how horny I would get posing nude for a strange man. I knew that HH was excited because I was sharing my body, so precious to him, with another man, but at that time we had only been talking about the idea, never having actually done anything about it. Somehow, sharing my body visually with the photographer seemed safer than actually having sex with another man, and in some ways there was also the idea that if the pictures turned out well, there might even be hordes of men who would eventually look at the images and get turned on by them. How many men would get so excited at seeing my photos that they would get horny enough to stroke their cocks and masturbate while gazing at my naked body?

HH and I talked about how the photographer was going to see me naked, and both of us were panting with excitement as he fingered my wet cunt and I stroked his cock, exceptionally hard with the excitement of knowing I would soon be exposing myself to another man. I climbed atop his rock hard erection, and we fucked with animal lust, our bodies covered with the sweat of exertion as he asked me with a disdainful voice, "Are you going to get wet today?" I groaned "Yes…," and he spanked me, telling me I was a naughty slut. "What if he wants to fuck you? Are you going to let him stick his hard cock in your wet cunt?" I shook my head, but he knew that it would be hard for me to refuse if I became that horny. "Are you going to beg him to fuck you? Are you going to scream with desire when his hard cock fills your hungry cunt?" I felt the same burning shame that always filled my body at the time when HH would tease me with the idea of me fucking another man. He called me a slut, telling me that he knew I would not be able to resist my carnal desires. I felt ashamed and humiliated, knowing that it was true, that I did have a craving for other men. My eyes squeezed shut with embarrassment as I nodded, whispering "Yes, I'm a slut. I want another man to fuck me…I'm so horny that I'll beg for him to fuck me…"

I felt the stinging pain of his hand slapping my buttocks and then my face, the tingling coursing through my body each time his open palm struck me, the room reverberating with the echo of each loud smack. "You're such a slut. Say it, tell me what a slut you are…" I began to feel the familiar tightening in my legs and crotch as an orgasm began to develop. "Yes, Master, I'm such a slut…," I whispered, "I'm such a dirty slut…" Each time I uttered the words my voice grew louder, until finally I was shouting "I'm a slut, I'm a slut, spank me, please punish me!" An incredible orgasm wracked my body at the same time that HH groaned and began shooting his gift of sperm deep into my cunt.

About two hours later, after I had showered and put on my make-up and fixed up my hair, HH dropped me off at the location, an old rundown building that the photographer warned me would be dirty but would end up looking great in the photos. When I entered, it was even older and more rundown than I imagined. I wasn't sure that this shoot would be worth it, but I decided to forge ahead anyway.

All his equipment was already set up, so we were just waiting for me to get ready. There was an electricity in the air as I changed into my first outfit. We started shooting and I immediately enjoyed the dynamic that we established. He had a strong voice, almost hypnotic as he gave me firm instructions on how to pose, what to do next.
He shot me through a window in the hallway, with the lights dim and only the bare bulb overhead and his flash. He was masterful in the way in which he gave direction, and I began to lose my inhibitions and just follow the command of his voice, becoming the ideal model, my body an extension of his voice, imagining myself as seen through the gaze of his lens.

Whatever doubts I had about his abilities as a photographer, or the suitability of the location, were dispelled as he showed me some of the first series of images in the display screen of the camera. They really were amazing, just as he promised they would be. He said he wanted to do some half-clothed shots, now. I had worn a slinky orange dress without any underwear as my first outfit, and after taking a series of shots in the dress, I was now going to do a series of poses taking the dress off slowly.

The feeling of the slinky dress sliding off sent a familiar warmth through my body. I could feel my lips beginning to swell with heat and a moist sweat began to cover my skin. After the dress was just an orange pile at my feet, he came up closer to me and took photos while I posed naked.

rest of the story can be found at: http://ourhotwives.org/forum/viewtopic.php?f=9&t=25993

[Mark K]

Wow. Great thread.

[ericsacto]

HH - The link for the rest of the story doesn't appear to be working. Requested topic doesn't exist