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The Photo Shoot
by Starfire Mayo (Second Life Escort)

***

Wife gets carried away at a photo shoot and fucks the 
photographer. (MMF, wife, voy, threesome)

***

My wife Kamilla is still quite beautiful and sexy. A 33 
years old petite, 5 ft, black haired, with brown eyes 
and thick black eye lashes she is very attractive. She 
has a gorgeous figure maintained by regular fitness 
exercise at the gym. I have always appreciated her 
small well-proportioned body and small rounded breasts 
which form small perfect globes on her chest, not to 
mention her thick black hairy mound. Even after over 
ten years of marriage and three children, unlike me, 
she appears fresh, healthy and attractively desirable 
in her well tanned skin.

One of my passions has always been female nude 
photography. I have always wanted to photograph my wife 
in the nude so one day I decided to convince her to 
pose for me in a small studio I had used. It was hard 
work persuading her but she had reluctantly agreed. I 
brought my camera and tripod along and made her put on 
sexy clothes and scanty laced underwear. I knew her 
well and I knew the technique of how to reassure her 
and slowly got her to strip while I fired away at the 
camera. My wife loves posing for the camera but she had 
never done something so daring. The strange 
surroundings, the camera, the wind machine and music 
together created an unreal atmosphere and she soon 
found herself letting herself go, obeying my every 
instruction. 

I made her strip slowly while she caressed herself all 
over her body. She became so hot, her cheeks blushed 
and her body aroused. It was quite unbelievable. My 
cock grew rock hard as I watched her touch and 
masturbate herself while I took some close ups with her 
finger digging into her pussy. I had never seen her so 
desirable or so released from pudour or moral 
inhibition. At one point she became so horny she even 
begged me to leave the camera alone and to come over 
and make love to her. How could I refuse my sexy wife? 
We had good sex, fucking quickly and wildly. She came 
moaning with wanton passion. I had never seen her in 
such a state. After, she got dressed and we left the 
studio, leaving them the photos behind to be developed. 
It was cheaper like that.

When I received the photos I looked over them with my 
wife. Needless to say just looking at them gave me a 
hard on. Especially those more erotic ones near the 
end. Kamilla whose mood had changed wanted me to 
destroy them. But I refused, arguing that they were 
great, that we should wait and see. I convinced her 
that the photos were beautiful and looked quite 
professional. So much sothat they could be in a 
magazine. The thought of my naked sensuous wife exposed 
in an adult magazine for all men and women to admire, 
arouse and jerk off over had my erection bursting in my 
pants. I loved her so much. 

I told her that she had a great figure and that she 
could easily become a model if she wanted to. We were a 
bit strapped for cash at the time so this gave me an 
idea. I told her about a friend named Jack who ran a 
small magazine. He had invited me around several times 
to his office and tomorrow was Christmas eve. We were 
sure to find him there. The photos were great. We 
should let him take a look at them and maybe he would 
consider using her as a model in the magazine and she 
would get some cash. 

Kamilla was cross at first. I flattered her and 
appealed to her feminine pride. She told me she both 
attracted and disgusted by the idea. On the one hand 
she disliked the thought of displaying her photos to 
Jack. On the other hand, the thought that people would 
pay to see her body, that she could maybe star in a 
magazine or even an advert made her proud of herself 
and excited. I argued to at least give it a try, saying 
the money would come in handy too. She had reluctantly 
agreed and we had set off for Jack's office together.

When we got there we found to our surprise that the 
office Christmas party was in full swing. The music was 
loud, the booze flowing and people laughing, talking, 
drinking and dancing. We finally made our way through 
the throng to Jack who was delighted to see us. He was 
holding a glass of punch which he put into Kamilla's 
hand. He told us to join in and enjoy ourselves.

He seemed a bit tipsy from the drink but I decided that 
I absolutely had to speak to him there and there. It 
could not wait.

"Jack, I need a word with you," I said.

"What's up Mark?" He asked.

I explained my idea to him. He was surprised but nodded 
as he listened distractedly. He was not too impressed 
as I tried to convince him so I suggested he take a 
look at the shots I had taken. He reluctantly agreed 
and I produced them. When Kamilla, who had been 
standing back, realised what I was doing, embarrassed 
she turned red and turned away. She felt uncomfortable 
with the thought of Jack seeing her like that.

Jack blinked and his eyes focused on the pictures as he 
flicked through them. His face was impassive but I 
could tell he was impressed even if he did not speak a 
word for a few moments. Finally he said, "She has 
potential. She looks really great and sexy. You are so 
lucky to have such a beautiful "fuckable" wife." He was 
staring at me as he said this, to judge my reaction, 
and he must have been pleased, because he then came 
right out and asked, "So, you would like me do some 
professional takes and use them in the magazine? Hum... 
Let me see. Why not, we could always try."

I knew Jack must have done this sort of thing to other 
housewives. I found the thought of him doing it to mine 
very exciting indeed. 

"I am sure she would be delighted to pose for you. What 
would it pay?" I asked.

He looked at me quizzically.

"Three hundred dollars a session."

I was surprised and delighted. I agreed and went over 
to Kamilla to tell her about it. Jack followed me, a 
wide smile on his handsome face.

"You're great, gorgeous, Kamilla. I don't know why I 
didn't think of it all by myself. I am sure you could 
be a star and make real good money. More than I make."

Her face light up and she smiled shyly, protesting 
nervously that he was exaggerating but I knew that she 
was pleased and surprised by the compliment. He knew 
how to talk to women and I could tell that she had soon 
let herself be convinced by the idea, especially after 
a couple of drinks. All the while, I encouraged her to 
again accept the offer. 

Jack had not indicated what sort of modeling she would 
be doing and I did not bother to ask. I was not worried 
but very excited about the prospect of my wife modeling 
for another man whom she had not known for very long. 
The thought of men wanking off to her picture really 
turned me on. My secret urge for her to be serviced by 
another man was now stronger than ever but it was only 
a fantasy. Maybe this would bring it closer? 

"I have a fantastic idea to get your career off to a 
big start. I would like you to follow me with Martha 
over there..." Jack pointed to a gorgeously sensuous 
Mexican woman serving behind the bar. "...who is a 
professional model and she will prepare you for the 
photo shoot right away. I want you to stand on the 
balcony up there with us and we will play some music 
and photograph you at the party. Then we will go 
upstairs to my studio and take some more shots. It will 
be a stunning success and I guarantee to publish them."

Kamilla had a glint in her eyes that hadn't been there 
before and from her actions and the way she spoke, she 
was looking forward to the idea of my wife stripping in 
public. I was less attracted, even with Martha. That 
had not been my idea of a photo shoot. I protested but 
Jack said that the more intimate shots would not be 
made on the balcony. That was just a warm up, he 
assured. I nodded. He left me there, leading a ravished 
Kamilla away by the arm towards Martha. I stood there 
with mixed feelings. 

On the one hand I was pleased to have discovered my 
wife and been right about her, on the other I was angry 
and frustrated by the turn of events. Having her strip 
even a bit not only for the camera, but in front of a 
room of strangers was both a turn on - my dick was rock 
hard in my pants at the thought - and disgusted. I was 
also jealous of all those eyes that would be staring up 
at her every intimate detail, of their cocks which 
would grow hard as they fantasised about fucking her 
like dogs until she came like a screaming lustful 
bitch.

I waited with strong contradictory emotions. Finally a 
guy announced there would be a show and photo shoot and 
everyone cheered. The music started to play, sexy 
stripper music, and my wife appeared accompanied by 
Martha. She had changed into a very sexy miniskirt, 
obviously Martha's and short black leather boots. Her 
hair had been coloured blond. I looked on amazed as the 
clapping and cheering died down. As the music played, 
the girls headed boldly onto the platform, pranced 
around, and started posing. Kamilla lead by Martha and 
they began to undress to the camera and audience. 

Any shyness Kamilla may have had disappeared quickly. 
She thrust her chest out and stared at the camera with 
a sultry gaze while the photographer took shots from 
several angles. Then she took several very sexy poses 
as her appreciative audience constantly encouraged her. 
My wife began to strip, taking off her skirt slowly and 
dangling it before releasing it. Putting her foot up on 
a stool, she reached behind her back and unfastened her 
bra. It fell away exposing her lovely little tits. Her 
nipples were already stiffly pointing straight ahead. 
The crowd went wild cheering. I was pleased and 
disgusted.

As the music played, she wiggled her body suggestively, 
following Martha's example. She started to undo her 
skirt. I stared at her as she slid her skirt down her 
legs revealing fishnet tights. She handed her skirt to 
Martha and posed wearing her lacy black see-through 
panties, a suspender belt, and black fishnet stockings. 
Her near naked body was revealed in all its sexy 
splendour.The guys clapped and whistled, some women 
licked their lips nervously.

The man standing next to me, leaned over and remarked 
with glistening eyes, "They're real great. What an good 
idea to get a couple of strippers! I like the blond 
one, she's new. A real beautiful slut. I would let her 
taste my big dick any day. I'm horny just at the 
thought of what I could do to her."

I was shocked, my face red with anger. I felt that I 
had just been betrayed and tricked into lending Kamilla 
unsuspectingly out this crowd. But then they waved and 
disappeared inside the studio. I waited twenty minutes 
for her to reappear. She came up to me with a faint 
smile. Her hair was in a tangle, her make up spoilt and 
her dress creased. I looked at her with mixed emotions. 
As she came up to me a kissed her lightly, she winced 
and moved back.

"That was not what I expected..." I began.

She smiled and her eyes sparkled.

"Nor I," she said, misinterpreting me. "It was 
fabulous, darling. I was so excited. I really enjoyed 
it."

"What do you mean?" I asked with dawning horror.

"All those men staring at me, I mean. All of them just 
wanting to get off in my pussy really turned me on. I 
was so aroused that when it finished and we went back 
stage to pose, I have to admit I let Jack and Martha 
kiss me. They were so nice that I couldn't help myself 
from doing it."

"You don't mean you had sex with them?" I asked, 
aghast.

She smiled.

"I didn't mean to, darling, really. But posing like 
that made me so randy. Jack was so nice to me, telling 
me how attractive I was and how he was getting very 
sexually aroused just being near me as he prepared me 
for the show. He selected a deep red lipstick and 
carefully applied it to me. Somehow I felt he had 
transformed me from an everyday boring housewife into a 
stunning looking model. It gave me the courage to 
continue even though I felt weak at the knees at the 
thought. He directed me to mount the bed and pose in 
all the usual positions. I was very excited and I think 
I wanted to show plenty of leg and cleavage. 

"I gave him a sexy pose, pouting my lips and posturing 
to the camera. I even willingly slipped down the 
shoulder straps of my tight dress to reveal my breasts. 
Jack commented on how lovely they were and he took many 
close up photos as I played with my hard nipples at his 
command. One thing lead to another and before I knew it 
Martha was kissing me on the mouth with her little 
tongue stuck down my throat, undoing my bra, squeezing 
my breasts and squeezing my hard erect nipples for the 
camera, while Jack was fingering my damp pussy. It was 
really great. 

Jack lifted one of my long legs over his shoulder, so 
he could work his long tongue into my cunt. I was 
sobbing and crying out to be fucked. The photographer 
got some cheeky close-ups. It was so funny - his cock 
was covered with lipstick when I sucked him. 

"I made sure I looked into the camera, wide eyed, 
unashamed and completely enjoying it while they filmed 
me. Jack was so vigorous, he must have come three times 
in me. Isn't that incredible? He made groan, squirm and 
climax like mad. I hope you're not angry. I have never 
cheated on you before but I just got carried away. Jack 
did pay me well, though so we can't complain. Isn't it 
great, I'm going to be a model andmen will buy my 
photos! Jack asked me to come back. I agreed. I really 
enjoy this work, dear. I'm so glad you suggested this. 
I hope you will help me with my career as a model."

What could I say I was speechless. Not only had my wife 
shown her intimate parts to over a hundred people, but 
she had just screwed with my friend and a stripper. I 
was devastated. I looked around. Men were glancing 
sideways at her, their eyes flashing the memory of her 
every detail, their cocks hungry for my sluttish little 
spouse. I was both angry and aroused at the thought of 
my beautiful wife posing nude, stretched out on the 
floor, exposing her damp pussy to the camera while Jack 
stuck his entire horse-cock deep into her open cunt! 
She probably hadn't even needed to simulate her moans 
or shut her eyes with Martha licking her nipples and 
kissing her. Her expression would have been of pure 
bliss. They had probably changed position frequently so 
that she could be photographed being fucked from 
different angles.

She told me that when Martha had dived for her steamy 
patch when Jack was still fucking her. The prostitute 
had flicked her delightful tongue over her clit with 
glee. Kamilla had shuddered, cried out and experienced 
a terrific climax, she admitted.

I had kissed her angrily, forcing my lips against hers. 
I was so aroused at the thought that she had just 
fucked this other man. 

Around us people were dancing. A well built and 
handsome guy who had been staring at Kamilla came 
swinging up to her and asked, "Hey, sexy. Want to 
dance?"

His eyes looked her body up and down hungrily. They 
seemed to go through her clothes, probably remembering 
her lovely naked body.

She smiled at him wryly and looked at me. I nodded 
slowly and she instantly accepted.

They danced cheek to cheek. Their bodies pasted to each 
other. At one point, I noticed the guy had his hand 
INSIDE the back of her dress and all the way down onto 
her arse. I swear that I could see Kamilla's hand on 
his crotch. It became so upsetting to me that I simply 
couldn't bear to watch any more. The guy's hand had 
disappeared under the hem of my wife's skirt and I saw 
him fondle her discretely. She pressed herself even 
more firmly against him and rubbed herself against him 
as she moved with the music. 

He pressed her tightly and they flirted and slowly 
kissed mouth to mouth on the dance floor. I knew my 
wife: She was so aroused she would have come on his 
cock there and then if she could have. He whispered 
something in her ear. She smiled and led him away. 

I couldn't believe my eyes. First my wife had let the 
fellow paw her and had flirted shamelessly with him, 
then she had disappeared with him into one of the 
offices. I was angry, curious and terribly aroused. Not 
able to wait, I quickly followed. I stepped into the 
corridor where they had just gone and slowly walked 
down it. Suddenly I heard my wife's voice. I approach 
and peeped through the key hole. I could see her 
sitting on some guy's desk, her skirt pulled up to her 
waist. The guy was leaning forward and I saw Kamilla 
reach out with delight and take hold an enormous penis 
which she had extracted from his pants. 

Before I could react she smiled avidly and hungrily 
pulled the swollen head towards her bushy mound and 
firmly popped it between her labia. He moved forward, 
thrusting forward until he could go no forward no 
further. With his cock pushing right up to her cervex, 
they clung to each other tightly and embraced open 
mouth, sending their tongues into each others mouths, 
sucking, kissing, swallowing each other's saliva. 

He began to move inside her, pumping firmly at her cunt 
while they kissed. I watched with horror, awe and 
extreme arousal as the guy fornicated with my wife. She 
screwed her eyes shut and moaned with pleasure. Soon he 
was panting, his loins pumping up and down fast, as he 
fed her yard after yard of his wonderfully big cock. 

They guy had offered her a part in a porno film but 
only on the condition he could try her out first. I 
took her straight home and we had made love furiously 
passionately. When she undressed lazily on the bed for 
me, the site of her spunk filled cunt gave me and 
instant hard on. Jack had come in her copiously, 
filling her welcoming loins with his oats. I found her 
to be very wet, dilated and squishy as I slipped in and 
out of my lustful and promiscuous wife and finally 
mixed my juices in her womb.

 A few days later she showed me the photos. I saw my 
wife being fucked from the rear. She was really 
enjoying it, thrusting her arse back to meet the 
thrusts of his cock. The lewd and dirty photos of my 
wife exposed her tits and cunt-hole for other men to 
see and use. Photos of my sweet, darling wife, being a 
slut and screwing. We had fantastic sex and I agreed to 
accompany her to watch her making her first porno. I 
stood behind the lights and cameras while Kamilla lay 
there wantonly, pussy on full display and her lovely 
soft tits exposed to Carl, the male stud. 

He bent down and sucked them until her nipples stood to 
attention, then he turned his attentions towards her 
pretty cunt and was opening her legs more so that he 
could get between them and start giving her cock. He 
fed his cock to her mouth. She made quite a meal of 
sucking that massive pecker to erection. After, she 
lifted her legs aside so he could position himself 
between them. There were no objections from her as he 
fed his length into her pussy, just her squeals and 
sobs of satisfaction. 

I knelt there, just inches away, as that powerful cock 
sunk all the way into her gaping cunt. Her legs went up 
over his back. I had a raging hard-on. Kamilla's hands 
gripped the sheets, clawing at them as the magnificent 
Carl fucked her. He kept taking his cock from her cunt 
and proudly showed it to the camera. 

The video also showed how my wife's cunt gaped open to 
the perfect shape of his cock, it looked like a tunnel, 
and the way her cunt accepted his cock back every time 
was a real turn-on. She was in a delirious female rut. 
Her body quivered and her orgasm seemed continuous. It 
was when he withdrew and I saw his thick cream trickle 
from her cunt that I came... in my pants. My feelings 
were mixed; I felt jealousy, lust, envy, excitement and 
humiliation.

Kamilla didn't bother to bathe or undress when we got 
home, she was happy to stay dirty. She just hoisted her 
dress around her hips, flopped out on the bed, and 
parted her legs wide. She raised her hips in an 
invitation to me to fuck her, her juicy spunk-filled 
cunt being wide open. I didn't really want to fuck her 
not after those huge cocks she had already had, but I 
didn't want to show myself up, or for her to compare 
and deride me. I made the excuse I'd had too many wanks 
watching her being fucked by her stud.

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