1st Time With A Photographer

Karen and I lived in London for about three years and after we had been married for awhile, we talked about the idea of getting a photographer in to take some intimate pics of her. I had taken a few myself, but not being an ace photographer my wife liked the idea of having some good ones taken.

We scoured through some contact magazines and found a guy who was actually a photographer. Through a few letters we established that he was mostly interested in taking erotic B&W pictures, and that he could develop them for us and just sell them at cost. We decided to give it a go and at least meet him. We met up with him and his wife in a pub. We all felt pretty comfortable with each other so we went back to our place.

Karen made sure she was wearing lovely black lingerie, very lacy and very sexy which the photographer seemed to find appropriate. He got her to lay on the bed and shift about into various poses while he clicked away. Karens panties in particular were very lacy and sheer and it was quite easy to see her lightly trimmed ***** hair. I loved the fact that she was exposing this to the photographer.

I wasn't sure how far she would go, but he made her feel very comfortable and when he asked he to remove her bra, she did it without hesitation. Now here was my wife exposing her breasts to a complete stranger.

He got her to stand up for these photos and took a variety of her side on, front on and leaning over slightly. As he got more comfortable he would ask her to move her arm here or there and if she didn't quite get it, he would position her himself. This was a particular turn on for me especially when he would move her arm to under her breasts to push them up a little, or place her hand, fingers spread on her stocking tops. He never actually touched her breasts but he came close.

Finally he asked he if she would be comfortable removing her panties. She did and was left standing there in just stockings and suspenders, and again he set about having her pose this way and that.

Finally my wife was exposing her little red haired ***** and D cup breasts to a complete stranger while he took photos. I was in heaven.

My favourite part came next when he got her to sit on a small set of drawers facing him. He wanted something a little more revealing but not to much and asked her to open her legs a little but cover her ***** with her hand. She didn't quite understand what he meant (or at least pretended to) so he put his camera down and went over to her, There he grabbed her fingers, spread them open just a little and placed her hand over her slightly open *****. Not 100% happy he moved a finger or two this way and that until she was covered. Watching this guy position my wifes fingers on her ***** was almost too much for me. I looked over at his wife and she just gave me a smile.

For the final shots he moved her hands away and opened up her legs a little more to just expose her slit. He was kneeling in front of her at this point and had a direct view straight into her open *****.

I asked my wife about it afterwards and she said in those last few photos he accidently on purpose touched the hairs above her ***** and once brushed his finger over her lips as he tried to get her fingers in place.

One day I hope we can do this all again, but my fantasy is for a photographer to spend a lot more time touching, and adjusting her....