The Photographer: Anniversary Shoot

Andrea squinted in the bright sunshine as she strode across the quad on the way to her next class. The sun warmed her skin and filled her with a special kind of joy. Ahh, lots of vitamin D today! she thought to herself. She loved spending time outdoors, and these brief walks between classes helped make up for the hours spent indoors. Lecture halls and classrooms were not where she wanted to spend her time, but they were necessary for her to earn her degree.

Ryan sat on the steps in front of the Engineering building. The sun beat down on him, so his cap was pulled down low over his eyes. This was not his usual resting spot, but he took a liking to it after spotting the comely young woman who walked past every day. She never dawdled, seeming to have somewhere to go. Probably her next class. He peered side-eyed at her as she approached, then turned his head and openly stared as she walked away. That is one fine ass, he thought to himself as he watched the coed pass by. The young woman was shapely, with curves in all the right places.

"Just the way I like them," Ryan murmured to himself.

Ryan observed her for several days. Then, finally, he made eye contact with her and smiled. She looked at him and smiled back but immediately diverted her eyes and continued on her way without hesitation. Ryan couldn't help but be drawn to her. He waited several heartbeats before rising to follow her. He kept his distance, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable. Eventually, she entered the library. Ryan increased his pace so he would not lose her in the stacks.

He made his way through the narrow aisles, his footsteps soft on the carpeted floor. There she was! As he approached, she looked up, her eyes meeting his for a brief moment before she returned to her book. Ryan felt a spark of curiosity ignite within him.

"Excuse me," he said softly, not wanting to startle her. "I couldn't help but notice the book you're reading. It's one of my favorites."

She looked up again, this time holding his gaze for a moment longer. Her eyes were filled with a quiet intelligence. "Yes, it's beautiful," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I've always loved the way the author weaves words into magic," Ryan continued, trying to keep the conversation going.

She smiled, a gentle curve of her lips. "I think that's what draws me to it. The way words can transport us to another world."

Ryan nodded, feeling a connection form between them. "I'm Ryan," he said, extending his hand.

Her hand was small and cool in his, but it held a firmness that surprised him. "I'm Andrea," she replied, her eyes never leaving his.

As they continued discussing the book, their surroundings faded away, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a moment of mutual understanding. Ryan knew he wanted to spend more time with Andrea to unravel the mysteries hidden behind her soft smile.

"Would you like to grab a cup of coffee with me?" he asked, his heart pounding slightly in anticipation.

Andrea hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yes, I'd like that."

Ryan smiled, feeling a sense of joy he hadn't experienced in a long time. "Great," he said, leading her out of the bookstore and into the afternoon, where the world seemed full of possibilities.

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My name is Jacob, and I am a photographer. I've had a camera in my hands for most of my life. I attended college and received a Bachelor of Fine Arts with a minor in photography. I'm quite good at it, and my work has appeared in major publications. Landscape photography is my joy. Growing up, I spent hours enjoying the outdoors, hiking, camping, and hunting. I've traveled the world for outdoor experiences. But Creation doesn't pay you to take its photo, and while I have been published in some outdoor magazines, it is a highly competitive field. Nowadays, everyone has a camera in their pocket, and they can rival some of my portable professional equipment. What pays the bills are portraits. Weddings are lucrative, but bridezillas and momzillas do exist and are stressful to deal with. What I'm best known for is my boudoir and erotic photography. I have a knack for making anyone look sexy in a photograph. They say sex sells, and that is true. I've done everything from dating profile photos to full nudes. I have even photographed for men's magazines. Having been a photographer for about twelve years, I've seen, and experienced, many things.


On a recent day, my phone rang when I was working on post-processing a set of images for a client.

"Iconic Imagery, this is Jacob speaking."

"Yes, um, my name is Ryan, and I'm looking for someone to take boudoir photos of my wife. I hear you're one of the best."

"That is the opinion of quite a few people, Ryan. What matters is what I can do for you and your wife. She does know about this, doesn't she?"

"Well, um, no. Not yet, at least. I want to surprise her for our twentieth wedding anniversary."

"So, you'll be telling her well before you arrive at my studio? That is IF we come to an agreement. Women don't like to be surprised with a boudoir shoot. They need to work up the nerve, especially if the photographer is a man."

"Yes, yes. I'll let her know well beforehand."

"Why this, Ryan? Why a boudoir shoot?"

I knew the typical answer I would get. It always involved the husband's desire more than the wife's. If she truly wanted this, she would be calling.

"Honestly, Jacob, I'm concerned for her. As I said, our twentieth anniversary is approaching, and I've never seen her so depressed. I think the subtle signs of aging, as well as her approaching menopause, are weighing on her mind. Of course, I think she is gorgeous, but she's never really acknowledged her own beauty. I mean, we're both in our mid-forties so we should expect to see the first signs of aging. Myself, I'm starting to go grey, and I have crow's feet. But my Andrea looks at herself in the mirror and mumbles about every little flaw she can see and some she can't."

"And you want her to see that she's the beautiful girl you married twenty years ago," I said, fully expecting him to respond in the affirmative, and ask me to airbrush away the flaws.

"No, not at all! I mean, I can see the signs, the flaws. They are real. What I want her to see is that she's beautiful despite the flaws."

"So no heavy makeup, no post-processing to hide lines and wrinkles?"

"What? No! I want the real Andrea to shine through. I don't want her made up to be something she's not, like some Influencer with filters on all her posts."

Well, that was a little different. He didn't want me to hide her flaws with makeup and computer trickery but to capture her beauty as-is. I found that sweet, and unusual.

"You should know that my approach to boudoir is a little different, and it may make you uncomfortable if you plan to be here. I attempt to seduce my subjects. I find that sexual tension between us translates into sexual tension between her and the camera. That's how I've become so well known."

"You don't actually…"

"I have with a very few. Some of them were married. It just happened, I don't go into a job expecting to have sex."

"Wow. Okay. Well, I suppose I'd better attend the shoot."

I laughed at that. I had no idea what his wife looked like and no expectation other than I would work my normal magic with her.

"I think I can help you, Ryan," I told him. "Give me a moment to pull up my standard contract and we'll discuss it."

We reviewed my boilerplate boudoir contract and made a few changes to customize it for the shoot he wanted. He declined to use a makeup artist or hairstylist. Ultimately, we agreed on the cost, date, and time for the shoot.

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The day finally came for Andrea's shoot. I had scheduled them as the last appointment of the day, so it was late afternoon when they came through my door. I was instantly taken aback. The woman who walked through the door bore the initial signs of aging, but she was obviously doing her best to hide them. Being a photographer, you learn to notice things about people. It appeared to me that she was taking great care of herself and her skin in particular. She clearly had a skin regimen that included moisturizers, and she did not make the mistake of using too much makeup. Plump skin and light makeup are best for minimizing the inevitable wrinkles.

Ryan had opened the door for her, and when she entered she stepped aside and let him by. He approached me with an outstretched hand, but she held back. I could tell she was nervous.

"Good afternoon, you must be Ryan," I said as I shook his hand. "And that vision by the door must be Andrea."

"Yes. A pleasure to meet you, Jacob! Honey, come here and meet Jacob," he said as he turned to her and reached out his other hand.

Andrea put on a brave face and approached me. She timidly held out her hand, and I took it gently in mine.

"Welcome to my studio, Andrea," I said softly.

"Thank you, Jacob," she smiled up through her long lashes.

"Are you excited for your boudoir shoot?" I asked. My question was more to expose whether Ryan had told her the purpose of their visit.

"Nervous," she replied.

"Well, we'll work on that. It's typical for a woman to be nervous about this. I deal with it all the time. I'll do my very best to ease your mind. We'll talk a lot about poses and clothing. We'll go as slow as you need. If at any time you need to take a break or even want to stop, just say so. I am here for you. Ryan might have arranged this, but you are my subject. It's my goal to make you comfortable so that together we can create some amazing images of you."

She let out a long sigh as if she'd been holding her breath. She looked around the space we were in. There was my desk and computer, some comfortable sofas and chairs, and a round table and chairs for consultations.

"Would you like to see the studio where we'll be working today?"

She nodded affirmatively, chewing her lip in the process.

"Stop that, Andrea," I commanded her.

That startled her and she looked up at me, wide-eyed.

"Don't chew your lips," I said, softening my tone. "You'll end up with one puffy lip, while the other is natural."

"I'm sorry," she said softly.

"Ryan, did you bring some outfits from home?" I asked over my shoulder as I admired Andrea.

"I did!" he responded.

"Go retrieve them and bring them into the studio, just through the red door," I told him. "Andrea and I will get acquainted with the space."

"Come with me, dear," I said with a smile as I took her hand and led her through the door to the studio.

Just through the door, she paused, her eyes wide and her mouth agape.

"Wow, I had no idea."

"Would you care for some champagne before I show you around?"

"That would be nice," she smiled. "I didn't know what to expect, but this is definitely not it."

My boudoir studio is a large space consisting of several vignettes of common household rooms. There are the obvious bedrooms, two in fact, with lush furnishings, plump pillows, and rich fabrics; there are also some unexpected vignettes. There is a kitchen where I can capture sexy chef images, a laundry room for sexy housewife images, a sitting room with antique reproduction chairs and a fireplace, and another vignette for faux outdoors shots. I even have one vignette with a screen for getting crazy creative in post-processing. Of course, there are racks upon racks of clothes of all sizes and colors and a dresser full of accessories. We wandered from one vignette to the next as she sipped her champagne, and I described my process to her. Once we completed our quick walk-through, we stood in the center of the studio near my equipment as we waited for Ryan.

"So, Andrea, what do you want from today?" I asked.

"I don't really know. I guess I want some sexy photos."

"Boudoir photography is not so much about the photos. It's about the experience. It's about celebrating your personal beauty. Sure, I'll deliver the photos, but, all kinds of women have boudoir photos taken. Some that might surprise you, here, take a look at some of my past work."

I took her hand and led her to a table and chair in the corner, where I had an album of past clients who had agreed to share their images. She began flipping through the pages. In this album, I had a wide variety of clients represented. There were young brides, athletes, and models, as well as clients older than her. Some obviously surprised her. Those are the ones I'm most proud of because they require the most effort and skill: the overweight women, the handicapped, the disfigured. I revel in the challenge of drawing out the beauty in those who society wouldn't consider beautiful.

"They're all so gorgeous. Every one of them," she murmured.

"There is beauty in every one of us, and my challenge is to draw it out and show it to my clients. Honestly, Andrea, that will be no challenge at all with you."

"Thank you," she said as her cheeks turned pink and she glanced away. "I don't always feel attractive."

"I'm confident you get quite a few looks when you're out in public."

"That's what Ryan says. He's always pointing out guys that are checking me out."

"What about Ryan? I take it that he finds you attractive. After all, he did arrange this photo shoot."

"Oh, yes. He's constantly going on about my looks, but he has to, doesn't he? He is my husband, after all."

Just then, Ryan came into the studio carrying some clothes over his arm and a bag over his shoulder.

"Here are the clothes we brought!" he said with a huff as he dropped everything onto a sofa.

I had to chuckle at the volume of his burden. I'd told him to bring their favorite outfits, including lingerie. Judging by the quantity of clothing, I surmised that his favorites and her favorites did not align. I pulled over an empty garment rack and hung her clothes on it.

"Let's get started if you're ready," I said, looking at both of them. I want to start with some simple headshots to get you comfortable in front of the camera."

I pulled an adjustable stool to the central part of the studio, right in front of my equipment. Once I had everything arranged, I reached out to Andrea and motioned her to join me.

"There's champagne in the refrigerator under the countertop, Ryan. Pour yourself a glass and then make yourself comfortable on the sofa."

I took Andrea's hand and sat her on the stool.

"As I told you earlier, I'll be giving you a lot of direction. I find it can be easier and quicker with clients who are not used to being in front of the camera if I touch them to guide them into position. Do I have your permission to touch you, Andrea?"

"Um…sure?" she said.

"It'll be okay. I'm going to touch your chin and shoulder."

I did so as I explained how I wanted her to move. With her in position, I took two steps back and pressed the shutter button on the wireless camera remote in my hand. She flinched.

"If you keep flinching we might be here until midnight!" I laughingly scolded her.

This caused her to laugh and expose a radiant smile for the first time since they had arrived. I quickly captured the candid photo.

"Some of my clients claim that squeezing your cheeks together helps," I chuckled.

My comment elicited a snort and a full belly laugh from Andrea. I snapped another photo. I even heard Ryan laugh. The ice was successfully broken, and I sensed it in her body language.

After two more portrait poses, I asked her to change into her favorite dress. She selected the red mid-thigh length dress from the rack and disappeared into the dressing room.

Ryan and I were sitting on the sofa chatting when Andrea re-entered the studio. She walked to us and reached into their bag. She pulled out a pair of black stiletto heels and slipped them on.

"I'm ready," she said, and she turned in a circle.

"Oh, you are not ready. Not nearly ready," I smiled.

I rose and walked to my chest of drawers and selected black stockings and some jewelry.

Returning to them, I handed her the stockings.

"I've never worn stockings. How do I put them on without ruining them?"

"I'll show you," I said.

I had a plan for not only getting her used to having my hands on her but also increasing the sexual tension between us and, by extension, between her and the camera. Kneeling in front of her, I grasped each shoe and slowly slipped each off her foot. Then, I took a stocking and began gathering it over my finger into my palm. I held it up to her foot.

"Point your toes for me," I told her.

I noticed that she had a fresh French pedicure. With the stocking pulled over her toes, I began slowly working it up her leg. I heard a small moan from Ryan as my hands approached the hem of her dress.

"Stand for me, please, and spread your feet."

She stood for me, and I rolled the stocking up her thigh. When fully unrolled, my hands were on her thigh, and I could feel her heat radiating against the back of my hand. I paused momentarily and looked up at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her mouth slightly ajar, and her eyes were hooded. I was confident that no man other than Ryan had touched her so sensually in more than twenty years.

"Shall I put the other on?" I asked while running my fingers lightly against the lace top of the stocking.

She only nodded. Ryan answered with barely audible, "Yes."

I gathered the other stocking, she sat, and we repeated the process. In my peripheral vision, I caught Ryan adjusting himself while I returned the shoes to her feet.

I stood, took her hand, and led her toward the green screen. I had a few ideas for post-production that could prove interesting. Starting here also allowed her to increase her comfort in front of the camera without a lot of props. I guided her through several poses, touching her gently on her face, arms, hands, and waist as I whispered instructions. She had arrived with her hair in a messy bun, low on the back of her head. Mid-shoot, I pulled a few tendrils of hair free to frame her face. Ryan sat on the edge of the sofa in rapt attention.

I next took her to the sitting room. I had her pose in front of the fireplace, next to a faux window, and finally on one of the chairs. For the last pose, I had her place a foot on one of the chair seats and slowly roll a stocking down her leg. She could not have done better with this. She took her time not only lifting her skirt to grasp the top of the stocking but also as she rolled it down to her ankle. At one point I heard Ryan behind me softly whisper, "Fuuuuck." I captured multiple images of her sensuous motions.

I had spied a leopard print slip dress when I hung her clothes on the rack, and I asked her to change into it. I handed her a pair of black strappy heels and a black leather jacket. When she returned, I took my time putting a necklace around her neck and bracelets on her wrists.

After a few shots in the sitting room, I took her to the kitchen vignette and had her remove the jacket. We moved around the island, gathering images. Her leaning over the island, her elbow on the surface and a hand under her chin. It gave a clear view of her cleavage. Her standing at the island, one leg kicked back, her head tilted back, and looking at the camera.

Now to the bedroom. First, a shot with a shoe dangling off her toes. Next, a shot of her kneeling on the bed with her elbows up and hands clasped behind her neck. Then, arms extended, one hand on the opposite wrist, looking upward. This raised and emphasized her breasts. For the last set of shots, I had her sit on the edge of the bed with her hands clasped in her lap.

"I'm going to move one of your dress straps," I said softly.

I reached for the spaghetti strap on one shoulder and pulled it down. We went through several head and eye positions. Next, I moved the strap lower and repeated. I then had her lean back, supporting herself with her arms, and I slid the strap lower. I looked into her eyes as I revealed the top and side of her breast.

"Okay?" I asked, and she nodded.

I took a few more shots, then hooked my fingers in the dress over her partially exposed breast and pulled it down until her nipple began to peak above the fabric. She drew in a long breath.

"Still okay?" I asked while gazing into her eyes again.

Her pupils were dilated, and her nostrils flared with each breath. She nodded, and I took several shots. By this time, Ryan had moved off the sofa for a better vantage point. I caught sight of a distinct bulge in his slacks out of my peripheral vision.

When I finished capturing the images, I pulled the strap up her arm and onto her shoulder, allowing my fingers to trail along her skin. This caused a flock of goosebumps to appear. She took a deep breath and softly giggled. I extended a hand and helped her stand. Due to our proximity, she was forced to tilt her head back.

"Would you be comfortable changing into some lingerie now?"

"This is the part I'm most nervous about."

"Don't worry, a little nervousness is natural and can add an edge to the photos. Besides, it's not like I'm here to ravish you…right? You came to me, or rather, your husband brought you to me."

She stood there looking up at me, her focus moving from one eye to the other as if trying to read my mind. This is the point where my clients begin to let loose and 'make love to the camera' as they say.

"Right, um, sure, but—. Oh, never mind."

I smiled softly and then turned to Ryan.

"Did you bring lingerie?" I asked.

"I did. I also bought you a few new things, honey."

He picked up the bag and carried it to her.

"Take it into the dressing room and surprise us," I told her.

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While Andrea was changing, Ryan and I sat and chatted over a glass of champagne. I asked him how they first met.

"We were in college in Virginia. I was sitting on the steps of the Engineering Building one day when she walked past. She ignored me, but I made sure I was there the next day at the same time so I could see her again. This continued for several days before she acknowledged me with a smile. The next day, a Friday, I spoke to her. The next week, I stood when I saw her coming. I began walking beside her and started a conversation. I noticed that she was carrying a book by Koontz that I had read, so I turned the conversation. I guess the rest is history. We went out a few times for coffee and then started dating. When graduation came around two years later, I accepted a job offer from a company here in town. She asked if she could follow me. I knew I'd be stupid to say no. Here we are, about to celebrate twenty years together."

"Any kids?" I asked.

"One, a son. He'll graduate high school this year."

"What about you? How did you get into photography?" he asked.

"Childhood passion. My parents put a camera in my hand when I was six. I took pictures of everything. I guess the joy and passion stuck because I went to college and majored in photography. What started as a hobby has turned into a career that has taken me around the world."

"Engineering did that for me; I was always a nerdy kid who loved taking things apart and putting them together again. Sometimes successfully. I've traveled extensively for work, sometimes taking Andrea with me. We have a good life."

Just then, Andrea re-entered the studio. She was wearing a short robe and house shoes, items that I keep in the changing room for clients to use. She approached us looking a bit sheepish.

"Sorry I took so long. I couldn't decide. It seems that my husband purchased more than a few items for me to wear but didn't tell me"

"Show me, Babe," Ryan said with a smile.

Keeping her side to me, she opened the front of the robe to show him.

"Wow, I thought that would look good on you, but damn!"

"You don't think it's too revealing?" she asked.

"I think it's perfect for today. Show Jacob."

She looked over her shoulder at me. A light shade of pink colored her cheeks. She closed the robe and turned to face me, then looked away in embarrassment as she opened the robe. Ryan was spot on, her chosen ensemble was perfect for the next shots.

"I agree with Ryan," I said with a smile.

She was wearing a short, see-through slip. Underneath the slip, she wore a matching lace micro panty. The slip draped tantalizingly over her breasts. I could see her areola. Her nipples were standing proudly.

"Are you comfortable with that? Comfortable enough to lose the robe? I asked.

She dropped the robe and tossed it onto the sofa.

"I take that as a yes," I said as I reached for her hand.

I led her into the sitting room vignette and had her sit cross-legged on the plush sofa. I immediately noticed that the crotch of her panty was so narrow, and so see-through, that I could see most of her sex. She was shaved, with just a small patch above her slit. I took several shots from various angles. Between each, I guided her face and hands into the position I wanted.

We continued on the sofa in various positions; lying across the cushions with one leg bent over the edge to accentuate her bottom, lounging with her body partially draped over the sofa arm, and finally, kneeling on the sofa with her back to me and looking over her shoulder. I imagined she was waiting there for me to take her. I glanced at Ryan and he was sitting on the sofa rubbing himself.

Next, we transitioned to one of the bedroom vignettes. I worked through my standard bedroom photos. The entire time, I kept an eye on her nipples. They remained hard. The intimacy of the moment, both of sharing space on the bed, kept her in a state of arousal. I continued my routine of speaking softly and lightly touching her to guide her into position.

At one point, she spoke to Ryan and asked him for more champagne. While his back was turned, we began a whispered conversation.

"Do you think I'm pretty, Jacob," she whispered.

"I'm sorry that you don't have confidence in your looks, Andrea. Yes, I find you pretty. You're beyond pretty."

"I'm aging, Jacob. Despite my best efforts, I'm getting wrinkles and my hair is starting to grey. I'm getting age spots, too."

"We all age, Andrea."

"Would you make love to me, Jacob? Ryan says you make love to some of your clients."

"You're married, Andrea. Besides, engaging with my clients that way is a rare occurrence."

"But if I wasn't?"

"If you weren't married, and we were doing this, I would ravish you. I would convince you beyond any doubt that you are desirable."

A lustful look flared across her face just as Ryan arrived with her champagne. He stood beside the bed admiring her as I captured a few images of her sitting up in the bed sipping the wine.

"We've been at this for about ninety minutes," I informed them. "Why don't we take a break, you both can enjoy champagne or any other drink in the refrigerator. I'll download these images, and we'll do a quick review. Then we can decide where to go from here. It will take me about fifteen minutes."

I left them in the studio and went to my office. I created a folder and downloaded the images to my laptop's hard drive. I then created a slideshow of the images without the duplicates and near duplicates. With that task complete, I returned to the studio with my laptop and hooked it to a monitor in the sitting area where they were lounging.

When I entered the studio, I noticed that they had one of my photo albums in her lap and seemed to be reviewing it. She quickly closed the album and laid it on the sofa beside her. I assumed they were taking another look at the album I had shown them earlier. We reviewed the images in the slide show, and they were both very pleased with the images so far.

"So where do we go from here?" I asked. I allotted two and a half hours for her boudoir shoot since this was her first, and we still had forty-five minutes left.

They looked at each other a bit sheepishly, and she reached for the album lying on the sofa. It was then that I noticed that it was not the album I'd shown them. This album had a different color cover. It was my nudes and couples boudoir album.

"Can we take some photos like these?" she asked as her cheeks flushed red.

"If that's what you both agree to," I told them.

I was trying my best to retain my professional composure, but the thought of seeing her nude caused the stirring in my pants which had been there since we started, to bloom into a full erection. Fortunately, I was wearing boxer briefs for just this reason—erection containment.

They looked at each other with mischievous grins and nodded vigorously.

"We'd like that," said Ryan.

"Nudes or couples? Maybe both?"

"Nudes," Andrea whispered as if she was trying to hide her naughty side from me.

"Okay, well, you know what has to happen. Let's start in the sitting area."

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I led her to the faux window and turned on the studio lights on the other side of the glass. This setup allowed me to do backlit shots as if it were a sunny day outside. I positioned her as if she was pulling aside the sheers and gazing through the window. I turned to see Ryan seated on the sofa, watching intently. I snapped a few shots of her still in her slip and panty set. I made sure that some images captured her areolas, which were accented by the bright light.

"I going to touch you now, Andrea. I'm going to slowly remove your slip."

"Please."

I slowly moved the spaghetti straps off her shoulders, one after the other, while I took photos. By the time I was finished, her breasts were fully exposed, and my cock was straining to be freed. Her breasts were amazing, just as I suspected. Full and firm, with only slight sagging. Her nipples appeared to be painfully hard.

"You can finish," I directed her, "Sip it over your head."

A few more shots and she was standing before me in nothing but her micro-panty. I took her by the hand and led her to the bed. We began with the sheet covering her breasts, then progressed to fully uncovered. I had her rise to her knees.

"I'm going to slowly move your panty down now."

She nodded.

I hooked my finger on one side of the waistband and pulled it down.

Click

Then the other side. Her tiny patch of hair was revealed.

Click

I pulled her panty lower. She was now fully exposed. Her generous labia glistened in the studio lights.

Click

"Caress your breasts."

Click, click, click

I pulled her panty lower.

Click

"Roll onto your knees. Bottom up towards me."

Click, click, click

"Shoulders on the sheet."

Click, click, click

My cock throbbed. I dearly wanted to grasp her hips and plunge into her. I looked over at Ryan. He had his cock out and was lightly stroking it. His eyes were laser-focused on his wife.

"I'm going to remove your panty now, Andrea."

Her response was a soft moan. As I leaned in and grasped the waistband, I detected her scent—musky, sweet, and warm. I thought for a moment that my cock would burst from my pants.

"Do you find me desirable, Jacob? Does the sight of me make your cock hard?" Andrea whispered.

"I would be a liar if I told you I didn't have an erection. That shouldn't surprise you."

"That photo album. Some of the photos are of a faceless man. He's having sex with the models. Is that you, Jacob?"

Her scent and the sight of her bent over and fully exposed had me entranced. I didn't have the wits to be untrue.

"Yes. That's me."

"Mmm, you have a nice, thick cock, Jacob."

"Thank you, I think."

"Ryan, come here babe."

Ryan joined her and sat on the edge of the bed. She rose to all fours.

"What do you think, Babe?" she whispered, leaning in to kiss him.

"You look amazing, my love. This is so sexy."

"Have you been watching? Touching yourself?"

"Yes," he croaked.

"I want some couples photos, Babe. The ones like we talked about."

"I don't know, Andrea."

"Please, Babe. Just this once. I am so turned on, and I know Jacob can see it. He admitted that his cock is hard. He's turned on for me, Babe."

"Just this once?"

"Just this once, Babe. I love you, but I need this."

Ryan nodded, then looked at me. "Whatever she wants, Jacob. You have my permission."

I looked quizzically at him and then at her. I still did not fully comprehend the conversation I'd just heard, though my throbbing cock seemed to be fully aware.

"I want couples photos," Andrea purred. She rolled over to a seated position with her legs spread. "But not with my husband. I want you to shoot me like your pretty girls, then ravish me and make me yours. I want my photos in your naughty album."

Her words finally shocked me back to reality. I looked at Ryan. He nodded and then walked back toward the sofa.

I picked up my camera and began photographing her again. She spread her legs wide and ran her fingers aside her slit, parting her lips and revealing her full wetness. I swallowed hard and pressed the shutter release.

Click, click

"Get naked with me, Jacob. Show me your cock."

In moments, I was naked. She moaned when my cock was revealed. I knelt on the bed beside her, and she took my aching shaft in her soft grasp.

"I haven't been with a man other than Ryan in twenty-two years," Andrea whispered as she began running her fingers lightly up and down my shaft. "He has a nice cock, but this cock of yours is Grade A. This cock can have any pussy it wants. Do you want my pussy, Jacob?"

"I'm going to have your pussy, Andrea. You already know I will. You can't resist spreading your legs for me. Now hold the tip in front of your mouth as if you're about to suck it."

Click, click

"Good girl. Now, kiss it."

Click, click

"Such a good little slut. Now take just the head in your mouth."

Click, click

"Do you like the taste of my superior cock, Andrea?"

She softly moaned and nodded her head.

"Suck it."

Andrea began to service me like a woman possessed. She drove her lips down my shaft until I felt the back of her throat. She bobbed up and down, she pulled off and licked it, and she took my balls in her mouth. I captured it all in high-definition digital. Though I was enjoying this immensely, she would soon make me cum if she continued, so I grasped her hair and pulled her off.

"It's time to stretch your pussy, Andrea. Get on your back and spread your legs," I commanded her.

She was quick about it. I moved in closer, bent her knees, and hooked her legs over my shoulders. I smacked her ass and gave her another "Good girl."

I looked over at Ryan. He seemed to be in a trance, but I needed his help.

"Ryan," I said. He didn't respond. "RYAN!" I said louder. That stirred him from his trance. "Come here."

I adjusted my camera to take videos on auto exposure and handed it to him.

"Be a good boy and record me while I give your wife her first new cock in twenty-two years. Just point and press this button."

I turned back to Andrea. She lay there smiling up at me. She had pulled her long hair out of the bun and it was spread out like a halo around her head.

"Are you ready to be ravished," I chuckled.

She nodded and reached for my cock. After a couple of strokes, she pulled me to her and swiped the head between her lips. Her pussy was hot and wet. I knew I was going to enjoy this, and so would she.

"Babe? Are you watching this?" she said to Ryan. "Do you see how wet I am for him?"

She swiped my head from her clit to her entrance and back. I shifted my pelvis and laid my shaft between her lips and she began rocking, sliding her lips up and down my shaft.

"Oh, damn, Babe. Ryan? I want him to fuck me. I need it, Babe. I need to feel him stretch me open and take me. Ryan?"

Ryan was lost in his own little world. He had the best seat in the house for watching his wife take another man's cock, and he was mesmerized by what was unfolding inches from his face. I could smell her desire, and I knew he must be able to as well.

After a few swipes between her lips, she tilted her pelvis and placed the head of my cock at her entrance.

"Fuck me, Jacob," she moaned.

I shifted my weight and entered her slowly. She let out a tiny gasp as my glans disappeared inside her. Ryan gasped as well, but it was not nearly as reserved. As for me? I groaned. She was boiling hot and soaking wet. Though I stretched her wider than she'd ever been, she relaxed and took me willingly. Soon, I was sliding my full length with each thrust. In less than a minute, she began to moan, and her legs shook.

"Fuck me, Jacob! I'm coming," she moaned. "I'm coming on his cock, Ryan! Jeez! Damn! Oh, Baby! I can't help myself!"

Her legs stiffened, and she let out a long, low moan. I kept thrusting, fucking her through her orgasm, until her body went limp. I lowered myself to kiss her for the first time. She laid her hands on the back of my head and pulled me down. Our lips met gently at first before she ramped up the intensity, and soon, our tongues were performing a tango. I began to slowly thrust into her again.

"I want to taste your sweet pussy before I soil it with my seed," I whispered into her mouth.

"Oh, fuck, yes. Eat my pussy, Jacob," she groaned.

I pulled out of her and slipped off to the side since Ryan was right behind me. I heard him groan, and when I turned to look, he was staring at his wife's pussy. It was engorged and leaking her excitement, stretched open like I'm sure he'd never seen before. He didn't move, so I grasped her thighs and shifted her on the bed, then I lay down beside him and gave her pussy a lick. He shifted the camera toward us and began recording as I gave her a long lick up her slit, then circled her clit with the tip of my tongue.

I used my best pussy-eating technique on her; long flat-tongue licks coupled with gentle suction on her clit. After a few minutes and many sighs from her, I slipped a finger inside, followed soon by a second, then circled her clit with the tip of my tongue. In no time she neared her second orgasm. I stopped with my mouth and just thrust my fingers into her, adding my thumb against her clit, and she began to moan.

"Let loose, Andrea. Cum for me. Let me hear you."

It's a good thing that I had sound deadening installed in the walls of my studio. Otherwise, people in the coffee shop next door would have heard her when she cut loose. She wailed and squealed as I finger-fucked her. Her body stiffened and shook before she finally collapsed into the bed.

"She's never cum like that for me," Ryan whispered.

"Don't be offended, Ryan. It's just the thrill of a new lover. She hasn't had one in over twenty years."

"I have to eat her pussy like that from now on," he said with a smile.

Andrea lay there with her eyes closed, lost in the effects of her second orgasm. But I wasn't done. I stood at the side of the bed, grasped her ankles, and pulled her towards me. She squeaked as I flipped her over and stood her in front of me. Then I bent her at the waist and pushed her head against the sheets.

"It's my turn to cum now, " I growled.

I grasped my cock and rubbed it between her lips before finding the notch of her entrance. With one smooth motion, I thrust my entire length inside her.

"Fuck me," she growled. "Fuck me with your big cock and fill me with your cum."

Andrea adjusted her stance and began slamming back against me, matching my thrusts. She was fucking herself senseless on a new, superior cock. I grabbed her hips and held her close, letting her take over all the effort of our coupling. Ryan stood next to me, his mouth agape, his eyes transfixed on the space between his wife and me, his cock leaking in his hand. Her cries and moans filled the studio.

"Oh fuck, babe," she whined. "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum again. He's going to make me cum. OH, FUCK!"

She thrust back against me, impaling herself on my cock. Her hips made little circles as she squealed and spasmed, and I felt her pussy squeezing me. Then I exploded. I groaned as my cock pulsed, and I released ropes of cum in the hot heart of her sex. I heard her husband groan. Cum was pumping out of his cock, oozing over his fist as he watched his wife cum. Finally, her head hung down, and her body relaxed. I swept her up and laid her on the bed. I took the camera from Ryan and recorded as my cum leaked out of his wife, then leaned over her and kissed her softly.

"Thank you for giving yourself to me, Andrea. You are a beautiful, sexy woman, the best piece of ass I've had in a while. I will never forget today. The two of you take however much time you need. I'll see you out front when you're ready."

I left the studio and entered my private bath. I showered and then entered my office to begin saving the new files on my desktop computer. I left the door open so I could see when they emerged.

I finally heard the studio door open. Andrea glanced at me and smiled, then looked down quickly. She was back to the bashful woman who had entered my studio a few hours ago. As if I hadn't just spurted a load of hot cum up against her cervix. I joined them in the outer office.

"Wow, uh, thanks, Jacob. That was an interesting experience," Ryan said. He put his arm around Andrea. "Right, babe?"

"Yes," she said, looking up through her lashes. "Not at all what I expected."

"The unexpected sessions are my favorite," I said as my eyes traveled down Andrea. "Anyway, give me a few weeks to complete post on the photos and videos. I'll give you a call, Ryan."

"Sounds good. I look forward to it."

They turned and walked out. Did I detect a little pep in Andrea's step that wasn't there when they arrived?

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I heard the chime of someone entering the outer office and a glance at the time told me it was Ryan and Andrea. I rose from behind my desk and went to greet them, only Andrea was not there.

"Hey, Jacob!" Ryan said as he reached out his hand.

"Ryan. Will Andrea not be joining us?"

Oh, yeah. She should be here any minute. We came separately."

I offered Ryan a soda, and by the time I retrieved one from the studio, Andrea had arrived.

"Hello, Andrea! Can I get you something to drink?"

She hugged me and rose onto her toes to kiss my cheek. "No, thank you, I'm good," she said. There was a lilt in her voice that hadn't been there when we first met. She wore a pumpkin-colored suede leather skirt, a black camisole top, and a beige jacket as long as her skirt with matching suede knee-high boots. This was definitely not the woman who walked into my business a few weeks ago.

"Well, I have everything ready for you. Come sit with me at the table."

We sat around the round table in the outer office, and I opened a slideshow of the photos. I handed Andrea the computer mouse.

"Just click the white arrow to step through the photos. Once you're done, I'll play the videos. If you have any questions or want changes to the way I've edited the photos, just say so."

I sat back and watched them as she advanced through the photos. There were smiles, giggles, and gasps. A few times I heard "Oh my" and "damn, that's hot." I noticed Andrea had started squirming in her seat, rubbing her thighs together, and Ryan's hand was lying over his cock.

"Wow," they said in unison when they finished.

"I take it you're satisfied. Would you like to see the videos?"

They looked at each other, and then Ryan nodded to her.

"I don't think we need to see the videos, Jacob. We're confident you've done a stellar job."

"Very well then. Everything is on this memory stick. If you want prints of anything, just let me know."

"Thanks," Ryan said as he shook my hand. He headed for the door, and Andrea followed. They paused before he exited and kissed. Once Ryan was gone, Andrea locked the door and turned around.

"You're not going with him?"

"No. I'll see him at home later. But I need something else from you."

"What's that?"

"Ryan and I need you to stuff me full of your fat cock again."

"Ryan is not going to watch?"

"No, I'll tell him all about it when I get home."