Nude photo shoot
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nice. you were there at the shoot? what kind of nude poses did she have to make alone and with men?
My experience of the wife doing a nude photo-shoot. The photos described here appear on a thread set up by a colleague of this SPAM https://www.wifewantstoplay.com/threads/nina-for-your-tributes.62183/. A couple of examples are attached below.
We had gone to visit her parents. Unknown to me she had gotten in contact with a guy who had lived next to her parents, with whom she had a brief fling after (or before?) splitting up with her long-time boyfriend. One’s wife getting in contact with a former boyfriend should have been a red flag, but I chose to ignore it. It was consistent with the taunting of me she enjoyed during our relationship, hinting at the cheating going on behind my back, but knowing I was too naïve to admit the humiliation to myself. She arranged an evening together with this former lover and his (now) wife. When they arrived she wasn’t ready, but after some minutes came into the room in full makeup and perfume. Wearing the tiniest and tightest shorts and a halter top, she ran up to him and pressed herself fully against him in a hug. We spent the evening playing cards, talking and drinking. I learned then he had a keen interest in photography, an important point as you will see. Days later she came in from shopping and handed me a pile of photographs. She told me that she had gone to a photographic studio to have a portrait done for her parents. As I went through them she made various explanations as to how these increasingly graphic shots came about, and what the photographer was saying. I kept my observations to myself; I was too intimidated to respond to what I was seeing. The first shot of her does look like a typical formal portrait, although I noticed from the several of them that her blouse was buttoned below her breasts, and she was not wearing a bra, a little odd for a portrait for one’s parents.
The next photo indicates that she changed her blouse at that point to a vest she had found a few years before in a town abroad known for its traditional lace makers. When she had tried it on in the shop, the proprietor was falling all over himself to get a good view, since its openwork made it entirely see-through. That it covered nothing meant that she had never had occasion to wear it before. So it seemed very odd that she was travelling with it, and brought it along for a formal portrait for her parents. The photographer also took note, and pointed out to her that he could see her nipples through it. She said he told her that he had some makeup he could put on her that would mask the effect. It was not clear to me whether he was referring to the nipples or the tan lines around her breasts, but in effect he seemed to be proposing to feel up my wife’s breasts. Her account didn’t clarify whether she at that point allowed him to or not.
She said that after the shots in the see-through vest, while she was changing again, the photographer came over to the changing room and asked if she would like to do some nude shots. She agreed and took off her clothes. From this point on, she let me know, the photographer was sporting a large hard-on, another red flag. She explained her willingness to get nude because he proposed to do “art photos.” The artistic justification would allow me to overlook that after a few shots of her nude from the waist up, the photographer was getting increasingly close to her. They became increasingly graphic, and now focused on one or another part of her body. He first photographed her from behind, standing, and in a ballet pose. And then did a frontal shot of her torso. I noticed that the point of focus was her far breast, positioned in profile, and in the next she was now seated on the floor, and the point of focus here was the near breast. But now there were some changes that made me uneasy. The breasts were swollen, and the nipples and areolas tightly erect. Her hair was pushed back off her chest, and I observed that the necklaces she was wearing were now gone. The only way her breasts would go from relaxed to fully aroused so quickly was if the photographer took this opportunity to fondle them. I imagine he told her the necklaces should come off, and since she was seated he could help her from behind, and pulled her hair back off her chest for the next shot of her breasts. It would give him a perfect opportunity to fondle them. The evidence of his fondling her seemed pretty clear, but I didn’t question her about it, and she let it pass without comment.
I got to the shot where he is standing over her, photographing her nude torso; she was now prone, leaning back on her elbows. He seemed interested in the tan lines around her bush and breasts. She told me that from this point on, as he focused his camera on her pussy, he kept telling her that he really liked her bush and wanted to lick it. It seemed consistent with his having fondled her breasts, but I was too intimidated to inquire why a photographer would make such an offer, even if he might well be thinking it, and why she was OK with letting the situation continue to develop.
In the next shot she was fully prone, with one leg slightly raised and spread open, exposing her pussy. The photographer must have been on the floor next to her and focused the camera directly on her pussy. With her one leg spread open, you can see her labia and I think a slight glisten as if they had become damp. She pointed out to me here with some pride that she was laid out with her bush “all trimmed down.” True enough, her bush had been trimmed short, but I guess she felt she needed to draw my attention to this obvious fact in order to avoid the awkward question of why she had prepared for a portrait for her parents by trimming her bush. And she failed to notice that having trimmed her bush before the photo session was hardly consistent with her story that the whole thing was a spontaneous agreement to do nude “art photos.”
The photographer finally got himself between her legs taking a straight-on view into her pussy. Her head is turned to one side, and one leg drawn up to block the view of her face. This was the last shot, but she told me that after it he “kept getting closer and closer and closer.” I doubt he could have moved any closer and still been able to keep her pussy in focus. But since he took no more photos, that seemingly wasn’t his goal anyway. With her head turned and the camera blocked from her view by her bent leg, she could not have seen that he was moving closer to her pussy, so her knowing this can only result from what she then felt. Her account of the photoshoot just stopped at this point, and she said she got up and got dressed. I think that her telling me that he kept getting closer after he finished photographing was taunting me again, since his continual closing in would quickly result in his mouth being pressed against her labia, and he could fulfill his expressed desire to lick her pussy.
It does seem to me from the inconsistencies of her account, the graphic visuals and her own descriptions of his coming on to her that the result here was that this photographer did get to enjoy fully my wife’s pussy. My getting cuckolded behind my back happened with embarrassing frequency while we were together, and she liked to taunt me about them. But what does strike me as odd is that a professional photographer would take the chance of being so overt in telling a client that he wanted to lick her bush. Others with experience with professional photographers might help here with whether such daring is likely. On her side, she posed in a see-through lace vest, trimmed her bush before the session, and seemed pleased by his sexual attentions, suggesting she was up for another occasion of cheating on her husband. While the setting and the quality of the photos are consistent with a professional, it occurs to me that the photographer may have been that former boyfriend, since after all she did contact him before we arrived. He had been her lover before, so having her again may have been simply expected on both sides. Of course, which guy triumphed in making a cuckold of me doesn’t effect the result, but it would be nice to know who I got the horns from.
We had gone to visit her parents. Unknown to me she had gotten in contact with a guy who had lived next to her parents, with whom she had a brief fling after (or before?) splitting up with her long-time boyfriend. One’s wife getting in contact with a former boyfriend should have been a red flag, but I chose to ignore it. It was consistent with the taunting of me she enjoyed during our relationship, hinting at the cheating going on behind my back, but knowing I was too naïve to admit the humiliation to myself. She arranged an evening together with this former lover and his (now) wife. When they arrived she wasn’t ready, but after some minutes came into the room in full makeup and perfume. Wearing the tiniest and tightest shorts and a halter top, she ran up to him and pressed herself fully against him in a hug. We spent the evening playing cards, talking and drinking. I learned then he had a keen interest in photography, an important point as you will see. Days later she came in from shopping and handed me a pile of photographs. She told me that she had gone to a photographic studio to have a portrait done for her parents. As I went through them she made various explanations as to how these increasingly graphic shots came about, and what the photographer was saying. I kept my observations to myself; I was too intimidated to respond to what I was seeing. The first shot of her does look like a typical formal portrait, although I noticed from the several of them that her blouse was buttoned below her breasts, and she was not wearing a bra, a little odd for a portrait for one’s parents.
The next photo indicates that she changed her blouse at that point to a vest she had found a few years before in a town abroad known for its traditional lace makers. When she had tried it on in the shop, the proprietor was falling all over himself to get a good view, since its openwork made it entirely see-through. That it covered nothing meant that she had never had occasion to wear it before. So it seemed very odd that she was travelling with it, and brought it along for a formal portrait for her parents. The photographer also took note, and pointed out to her that he could see her nipples through it. She said he told her that he had some makeup he could put on her that would mask the effect. It was not clear to me whether he was referring to the nipples or the tan lines around her breasts, but in effect he seemed to be proposing to feel up my wife’s breasts. Her account didn’t clarify whether she at that point allowed him to or not.
She said that after the shots in the see-through vest, while she was changing again, the photographer came over to the changing room and asked if she would like to do some nude shots. She agreed and took off her clothes. From this point on, she let me know, the photographer was sporting a large hard-on, another red flag. She explained her willingness to get nude because he proposed to do “art photos.” The artistic justification would allow me to overlook that after a few shots of her nude from the waist up, the photographer was getting increasingly close to her. They became increasingly graphic, and now focused on one or another part of her body. He first photographed her from behind, standing, and in a ballet pose. And then did a frontal shot of her torso. I noticed that the point of focus was her far breast, positioned in profile, and in the next she was now seated on the floor, and the point of focus here was the near breast. But now there were some changes that made me uneasy. The breasts were swollen, and the nipples and areolas tightly erect. Her hair was pushed back off her chest, and I observed that the necklaces she was wearing were now gone. The only way her breasts would go from relaxed to fully aroused so quickly was if the photographer took this opportunity to fondle them. I imagine he told her the necklaces should come off, and since she was seated he could help her from behind, and pulled her hair back off her chest for the next shot of her breasts. It would give him a perfect opportunity to fondle them. The evidence of his fondling her seemed pretty clear, but I didn’t question her about it, and she let it pass without comment.
I got to the shot where he is standing over her, photographing her nude torso; she was now prone, leaning back on her elbows. He seemed interested in the tan lines around her bush and breasts. She told me that from this point on, as he focused his camera on her pussy, he kept telling her that he really liked her bush and wanted to lick it. It seemed consistent with his having fondled her breasts, but I was too intimidated to inquire why a photographer would make such an offer, even if he might well be thinking it, and why she was OK with letting the situation continue to develop.
In the next shot she was fully prone, with one leg slightly raised and spread open, exposing her pussy. The photographer must have been on the floor next to her and focused the camera directly on her pussy. With her one leg spread open, you can see her labia and I think a slight glisten as if they had become damp. She pointed out to me here with some pride that she was laid out with her bush “all trimmed down.” True enough, her bush had been trimmed short, but I guess she felt she needed to draw my attention to this obvious fact in order to avoid the awkward question of why she had prepared for a portrait for her parents by trimming her bush. And she failed to notice that having trimmed her bush before the photo session was hardly consistent with her story that the whole thing was a spontaneous agreement to do nude “art photos.”
The photographer finally got himself between her legs taking a straight-on view into her pussy. Her head is turned to one side, and one leg drawn up to block the view of her face. This was the last shot, but she told me that after it he “kept getting closer and closer and closer.” I doubt he could have moved any closer and still been able to keep her pussy in focus. But since he took no more photos, that seemingly wasn’t his goal anyway. With her head turned and the camera blocked from her view by her bent leg, she could not have seen that he was moving closer to her pussy, so her knowing this can only result from what she then felt. Her account of the photoshoot just stopped at this point, and she said she got up and got dressed. I think that her telling me that he kept getting closer after he finished photographing was taunting me again, since his continual closing in would quickly result in his mouth being pressed against her labia, and he could fulfill his expressed desire to lick her pussy.
It does seem to me from the inconsistencies of her account, the graphic visuals and her own descriptions of his coming on to her that the result here was that this photographer did get to enjoy fully my wife’s pussy. My getting cuckolded behind my back happened with embarrassing frequency while we were together, and she liked to taunt me about them. But what does strike me as odd is that a professional photographer would take the chance of being so overt in telling a client that he wanted to lick her bush. Others with experience with professional photographers might help here with whether such daring is likely. On her side, she posed in a see-through lace vest, trimmed her bush before the session, and seemed pleased by his sexual attentions, suggesting she was up for another occasion of cheating on her husband. While the setting and the quality of the photos are consistent with a professional, it occurs to me that the photographer may have been that former boyfriend, since after all she did contact him before we arrived. He had been her lover before, so having her again may have been simply expected on both sides. Of course, which guy triumphed in making a cuckold of me doesn’t effect the result, but it would be nice to know who I got the horns from.
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I used to do the nude photo shoot by my husband’s friend who was invited by my husband to my birthday dinner. I let him do the nude photo shoot in front of my husband.
It was a very hot night and a birthday present that impressed me most.
It was a very hot night and a birthday present that impressed me most.
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After we married years ago she always said she would like to be in Playboy. I had no idea since she was so conservative. I had dreams of going with her and watching all the men watch her doing the shoot. After we had kids that turned the idea off for her. Still wish she had done it.
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