1 comments/ 19459 views/ 1 favorites Picture By: subtle prawn Trogdoris to El Leon, Aug 29 2:29 A.M hey boo, it's like 2 in the morning now. i couldn't sleep, so i checked my email on the off chance that you'd written to me already....pathetic? yea. i miss you. i wrote this for you, i might even post it on literotica. donit worry, your names not on it. i love you so much. and once again, i miss you. -- * * * * * I couldn't sleep. I can't most nights, you know, but tonight seemed especially insurmountable. Any number of reasons I used to work against my finding rest found themselves in my mind tonight: it was too hot, too dark, too quiet, too noisy. I'd finished a new book, started another one, gone online; I'd even tried my old childhood method singing to myself, and thought of those lovers watching the moon across a distance montages. I miss you. When I first turned out the light and attempted to sleep, I dug through my bag for some photographs first. I arranged one that I'd wanted on my little board of pictures, and gummed another to the mirror of my vanity, but I kept one to just look at while I lied there. It was the one from the Bronx Zoo, our one big outing this summer I guess. I took it at the end of the day, as we sat down to give my feet a reprieve –hey, I tried to wear sensible shoes, and I didn't complain much until the end—and I told you to go sit on the railing near the benches we were on so I'd be able to take some memorabilia home from the trip. I love that picture. It's one of a couple I guess. Some of them I shot from further away, some closer. But the one I chose, one that I made sure to print just right, with the help of elaborate at-home technology, is where you're leaning back on the railing, and you're looking at me with this sweet, beautiful smile. You look a little unsure of yourself, not only because you didn't want to pose for the picture, but also because you know how much you reveal in that smile. It was about five or six o'clock when the zoo closed, so the sun was setting then. But the light in the picture shines slightly from behind and to the right. It makes you glow. I'm sure you'd complain and say it makes you pale, and that you'd be protesting my appreciation for the picture, but it's so damn...perfect. It's you how I remember you best. I have a lot of pictures of memorable events, or cute ones of us together, and hey, even ones where you look hotter, but in that picture, I can see you actually smiling at me. At me. It's how you look after we wrestle and we're lying there and you go, " You're so beautiful", searching my eyes, and being completely corny, and it makes me uncomfortable to have you look at me so deeply, because you see me so deeply. I see in that picture how uncertain you really are sometimes, without all the knowledge and the debating skills, and the worldliness. All that's a part of you, yes. That smile is underneath all that. I could say things about fragility, inner flames, and all that jazz. It's even simpler. It's the part of you that only I get to see, that you trusted me with over months and years of joking and fighting and cuddling. Whether it was intentional or not, I'm keeping it to remind me of what I have in you. I studied the picture for a long time, as you can see. When I finally turned the light off, I propped the picture up on my bed stand, and turned my alarm clock toward it, so I could see it in the dark. I wanted to fall asleep looking at you, so serene and trusting, whatever way I could. It doesn't really work, especially when I take off my glasses, but it's a romantic gesture, no? I did a lot of things when I continued being unable to sleep, like getting up to pee, kicking around the comforter, and lying upside down. I even took one of your stuffed namesakes and curled up on the floor where Kiwi used to sleep, another reason tonight is so difficult. (The floor was hard and cold.) I just felt so alone and restless, even anxious. It makes me want to cry when I think too hard about the things wrong in my life, and then sometimes I find that I ignore certain events way too easily. It was late, and I should have been tired and... I really just wanted to talk to you. So I wrote this. Picture A Day Picture a day in which we're too exhausted to go anywhere. Our backyard houses one of those wide hammocks that tie to either side of a stand. We assembled it the day you bought it, stashed a few books in a storage bin underneath, and haven't gone back to it since. "It's time we spend the whole day here," you say, already walking toward it. Leaving the blanket from our bed on the grass, you roll into the hammock, wearing only your pajama bottoms. I follow in my nightgown and nuzzle cold feet into your sides. You indicate that you are not impressed. I smirk defiantly, but privately worry that you don't want my feet next to you. Reassuring me there's no place you'd rather they be, you lift them one after the other, raising yourself just high enough to kiss each. We smile knowingly at each other and reach for our books. Out of respect for each other's quiet study we leave our limbs by our sides for over an hour. There is no need to voice what we both know: you can smell me, and my knee can feel Him anxiously awaiting more attention. I lay my book cracked open onto my chest and scoot back so that my big toe can reach him. As I caress each side from base to tip, you moan softly with the morning voice I adore. I miss feeling your balls in my hand and on my tongue but, I tell myself, we have all day. I wink at you, taking pleasure in your full attention, and flip my book back up. I pretend to be able to concentrate on reading while gently flicking the skin your balls hang from with my toes. I try to ignore your noises but I cannot help the growing wetness between my legs. You slide a leg out from under me and graze my side with your foot, slowly examining the bones of my ribs and hip through the cotton. I give up on the paragraph I've read four times and return my book to the box. Taking your leg, I bend and guide your toes to my belly button. My tummy quivers with surprise as if it didn't get the memo, but slowly relaxes under your touch. I use my hand to tease the back of your thigh by playing with your hairs. As if you heard what I want to happen next, you drop your legs off the hammock and straddle me, leaning over to instigate our first kiss of the morning. A shock, something we take for granted, runs through us when our lips touch. You use your tongue to open my mouth wider and imagine my warmth surrounding every part of you. I moan into your mouth and kneed your lower back with my fists, pushing him into my abdomen. I feel a trickle of precum on my skin and wonder when you moved my nightgown above my hips. I reach down to take my panties off and you say "Not yet," moving toward them. Flashing a devious look, you put your feet on the ground and use your tongue to press into the wet spot of my underwear. "Move onto my clit, and push into it until you feel a pulse," I say, a little breathlessly. You raise your eyebrows and grin, sliding my underwear to one side and placing a finger firmly on my clit. Careful to leave your finger there, you move back up and lay on your side. I face you, reaching my hand between you and the arm connected to me to rake my fingernails along your back. "A little too hard" you say, and flip me onto my front. I'm disappointed that you moved your finger so soon but you don't give me the chance to say. All of my attention goes to the sensation of my wet panties being trailed along the insides of my legs, and then the nibbling on my back. The texture of the hammock is unforgiving against my face and you give me a finger to suck, encouraging me to prop myself up with my arms. I make appreciative gurgling noises as you move your hand under my nightgown to my breast and stretch your other hand over my back toward my wet spot, curious what your efforts have succeeded in. You don't have to wait long for me to greet it. I hungrily grind into your palm and soak your hand, making him jealous. Concerned that the hammock might hurt us with more daring movement, you stand up and hold your hand out to guide me onto the blanket in the grass. Kneeling, I pull your pajama bottoms off and kiss him before I lie back. You fold your legs on either side of me. A tacit request to keep my hands from distracting you, you place my arms above my head, taking my nightgown with them. Taking in the view, you flick my nipples until they stare at you with wide-enough eyes. Then, you lay most of your weight on me and unfold your legs. Without glancing away from my face you thrust Him inside of me, making me gasp in surprise. You pump slowly into me and refuse to let us get too close to cumming until you've tasted me properly. Determined, you come out of me, gently slapping my clit with him, and turn around, placing your balls near my mouth expectantly. Parting my other lips with your fingertips, you blow a steady stream of air over the opening, curious how sensitive I've become. You continue to blow, enjoying the soft sensation of my suckling. Reaching up with my hand, I guide Him toward my mouth and clamp onto the tip with my lips, making you shudder. Twisting slowly and varying pressure, I take more of him into my mouth, pleased that you are having difficulty focusing on anything else. "Relax and receive, baby" I suggest. I feel him grow even longer. I try to trace his veins with the tip of my tongue. But time passes too slowly for you, and you admit that you cannot wait much longer, so my lips give him a goodbye kiss, and my other lips wait excitedly to be penetrated again. Sitting down cross-legged, you turn me around and gather me into your lap. As I wrap my legs behind your back, you place your hands on my ass and nudge me closer to you. Throwing my arms around your neck I whisper I love you into your ear and kiss the lobe. You plunge into me and I groan into your other ear, somehow remembering to give them equal attention, and move my hips in a circle as if I'm trying to screw on a top, sliding him in as deep as possible. You move in an opposing circle, creating tension of furious warmth that ignites somewhere in the space we both exist; you say my name so loudly we no longer wonder if the neighbours know what we're up to, and seconds later we cum together, each other's juice all over, exhausted and happy. We lie on our backs, partially on the blanket and partially on the grass, breathing heavily, until I realize an ant is crawling up my leg and jump up with the excuse of getting leftovers. The abrupt movement thoroughly confuses you as you have no energy to even imagine moving, but quickly ebbs away as you watch me in the kitchen and join me to facilitate having lunch, cuddling on the couch, and then perhaps, returning to our "books." Picture Day It's been a crazy day, but a fun one. I'm glad that you and Melissa were able to come over and spend some time at my house with me. Too bad we got locked out for an hour. But other than that, it's been great. Mel has just left and you're getting ready to go. I think you have to pick up your sister from school. But before you go, we have to take care of something...I was promised a glimpse at your underwear (as stipulated in a bet we made a few days back) and I don't believe in letting anyone break their promises. "Come on, Angela! You can't back out. I've been looking forward to this. You can't break your promise." I put on the sad eyes and droopy lip. "No-oooo. Next time." You whimper as you make a step towards the door. I drop to my knees and wrap my arms around your legs. In part to keep you from leaving, but also to cop a feel on your thighs. They're a little warm towards the inside. "Aww, come on!" I shoot you a pleading look. I can see it in your eyes; your about to give in. "Oh, all right." Damn, I should be a negotiator. You try not to smile but I can tell you want to. You pull down your sweater and reach in to pull up your bra. It's a light blue and a little see through. It's a little exciting, but not as much as the cleavage spilling from your sweater's neckline. Next are your panties, which aside from my cock, are the main focus of much our "talks" on the phone. You reach in to your khaki pants and pull out the thin strap of your bikini panties. They're a festive color. I feel a warmth in my stomach. "Can I feel them?" I ask. "Noooooo." "Pleeeeeeeeeease." The look. "Ugh. Okay." Negotiator. I'm tell you. You reach in again and pull out a little more fabric from around the back. I reach down and pinch the little red and green undies with my fingers. They're soft and satiny. But the thought that my hand is so close to your ass doesn't escape me. I can't restrain myself. I slide my fingers down your skin. It's smooth and a little bit cool. My heart beats a little faster. You give me a quick smack on the arm before I can feel anymore. I let out a little "ow" and give you a big smile. You turn a rosy red and give me a smile of your own. You liked it. "Well, I have to get going now." You start towards the door. "Okay, but let me take a picture of you before you go." "Okay." I stand you up in front of my wall and click off a quick Polaroid. But you don't like that one so we take another in front of my punching bag. But you don't like that one either. I let out a big sigh. "Okay...then how do you want to take a picture?" I ask. Without blinking an eye you jump on my bed and spread your legs open wide before me. "How about like this?" I pause in my answer only because I can't believe that this is happening. I've thought about you on my bed in a similar position many times. I stare at you and think of what to say... "Yeah sure, that's good." I kneel down by the bed and look at you through the camera's lens. You fix yourself up so that your tits spill out of your sweater and your legs are as wide as they can be. Through the camera you flash me a devilish smile. I scan your body. Your tits look soft and full. Your pussy lips are swollen and almost visible through your pants. The warmth in my stomach flows lower into my cock. I take the picture. We run around the room taking pictures. Each time my cock grows a little bit more. I can see that your nipples are hard. The phones rings. Damn. It's Melissa. I hand the phone over to you while I sit on the bed. I pull a pillow over my lap to hide the bulge. While you talk to Mel I reach under the pillow and adjust myself. My cock had been pressing against my thigh so hard it hurt. I just need to move it around to release the pressure. But as I'm doing that I don't notice that you're standing closer to me and before I know it, you've ripped the pillow off my lap. My cock stands hard pushing against my jeans. "Oh, my God!" you yell into the phone. You throw the pillow back at me and start telling Melissa what's going on "It looks so big!". I roll over onto my side and start laughing. I grab my cock and pull the pillow back over my lap. As you continue to tell Melissa what you have just seen, I start thinking. I figure what the hell. When is this situation ever going to present itself again anytime soon? I reach under the pillow and unzip my pants. My cock pushes out and through my black underwear. I wait for you to turn back towards me, then flash my exposed cock at you. You freak out and throw the phone at me and hide behind my punching bag. I tell Melissa that I have to go and hang up with her. I pull my blanket over my lap again. I look over at you and notice you peaking. "Okay okay. I'm putting it away now." I stand up on the bed. But as I do the blanket follows me. It's hooked around my cock. I start to laugh. "Oh, man. Angela, look at this." You peer out from behind your hiding place. You start to laugh too. "Wow. That's pretty cool." "Get the camera and take picture." You grab the camera and hop up on the bed kneeling in front of me. You get in kind of close and take the picture. As the flash goes off, the blanket slides off my cock. It bounces hard and free in front of you. We both laugh a little. "Well, you might as well take a picture of it like this too." "Okay." You're almost glowing. I turn to the side and undo my pants all the way. I push my cock out as far it can go. You take a picture. "I think it's my turn now." I turn to you. I see that you're a little nervous about what I just said but at the same time you're excited. "Well, what do you want a picture of?" "Hmmm...How about your tits?" "Okay." You stand up on the bed next to me and reach under you shirt. You undo your bra and slip it out of your sleeve. You slowly pull your sweater up from the bottom. As you pull it over your tits they erotically bounce in front of me. You push your tits together and smile. I get in close and take a picture of your pinkish hard nipples. "Well, this is getting good." I drop the camera to my side. We're standing so close, only my stiff hard cock separates us. "You're nipples look hard." You look down at them. "They are." You look even further down. "Your cock looks REALLY hard." I look down. "It REALLY is. Do you want to feel how hard it is?" "Okay." You smile again and slide your hand down to my cock. You grab it around the base and squeeze it. "Is it as hard as you thought it would be?" I ask. "It's harder." I slide my hands up your body to your tits. I cup them softly. They feel nice. Smooth. I give them a little squeeze. I roll your nipples between my fingers. They're nice and hard. "Are they as hard as you thought they would be?" You ask. "Harder." We smile. I run my hands around to your back and down to your ass. I grab it and pull you close to me. My cock presses in between your legs as I kiss you. Our tongues play with each other as your hands rubs along my shaft. I pull back long enough to pull your sweater all the way over your head. You let my cock go long enough to do the same to me. We press together again. This time I can feel your hard little nipples sticking into my chest. We kiss more and more. Harder and harder. I lean back against the wall as you drop to your knees. You massage my cock with both of your hands. Sliding them up and down. You start to give the swollen head of my cock little kisses. My back arches. Your tongue circles the rim. It feels so good. You stop for a second and reach over and grab the camera. You hand it to me. I shoot you a look like "Really?" You nod. You wrap your hand around my cock and put the tip of you tongue on the head. You smile and look up at me. I look through the camera and snap a picture. I'll be looking at that one a lot in the future. I drop the camera and you start to really suck it now. It's like you have two tongues, it's so great. One hand is jerking me off as you slide the head in and out of your mouth, while the other hand cradles my balls. You've been thinking this through for awhile; I can tell. My heart is pounding now. I occasionally reach down and pinch your nipples. I start to feel like I'm going to explode in your mouth. I pull you off my cock and lay you down. I get down beside you and start to kiss your neck. My left hand holds your head up while my right roams your the rest of your body. I love the way you feel. So soft and smooth. You have nice skin. I kiss you lower and lower until I get to your tits. My hand undoes you pants. I flick my tongue on your nipples. I suckle them and nibble them. My hand slides down into your panties. You spread your legs. My fingers play with your curly hair before moving down further. You're warm and wet. I trace your lips with my fingers getting you more excited. I find your clit and make little circles on it with my fingers. You let out a moan. I move my kisses back up to your neck then back to your lips. I love the way your tongue feels against mine. "I want your cock inside me," you whisper in my ear. I give you one last kiss before moving down to your legs. I pull down your pants and toss them on the floor. I move myself in between your spread legs and slide your pretty panties off you. I stand up quickly to take off my own jeans and underwear. I scoot in closer to you. I grab the base of my cock and aim it in between your wet pussy lips. I tease you at first. I play with you clit with the head of my cock getting you more wet. Once you're wet enough, I start to work my thick cock into your tight pussy. You moan. Your pussy is really tight, but you're so wet it makes it easy to slide in and out of you. You wrap your legs around me. I run my hands over your thighs and under to your ass. As I stroke in and out of your pussy, I bend low to you and kiss you. "Your cock feels so good." I start to pound into you. Our bodies stick together as we build up a sweat. I kiss your salty nipples. I lean back up so that I'm kneeling in between your legs again. I look down at my cock as I fuck you in and out. I love the way your pussy looks wrapped around my hard-on. "I want to you finish with you on top." I tell you. "Okay." You unwrap your legs from around me as I scoop you up in my arms trying not to slip out of you. We roll together so that I'm on my back and you're mounted on top of me. I slide deeper inside of you. You put your hands on my chest for support as you start bouncing on my cock. This time you look down to see your wet pussy gliding up and down over my cock. You look at me and smile. I can't remember the last time you've smiled so much. But then I guess we've never done this before either. I love the way it feels to have your body on top of mine. I reach up and squeeze your tits as you fuck me. You put your hands on top of mine. "Oh, fuck!" I yell. You start to fuck me faster and faster. We start breathing harder. My adrenaline starts to pump. Without thinking I sit-up and take you in my arms. And in one quick motion I stand up, picking you up with me and lean against the wall. You wrap your legs and arms around me as I start to lift you up and down on my cock. We both moan...loudly. We moan with each hard pound. Our faces grimace with pleasure. You give me a look, asking me with your eyes if I'm ready to cum. I nod. I lift you up faster and harder. Faster and harder. My muscles begin to tense. I feel my cock throbbing inside your pussy. You let out a loud moan as you cum. Your pussy starts to constrict around my cock. That's all I needed. My cock swells one last time as I shoot out my hot cum into you. My knees buckle so I slowly slide us down the wall so that I'm sitting with you still on top of me. You bounce on my cock a few more times making sure you get all the cum out of me before sliding off and sitting next to me. I pull the blanket over the both of us as we just sit there trying to catch our breath. I see the camera laying there next to me. I pick it and put my arm around you. I take two pictures. We look at each other and smile. I kiss you. ... "You're going to call all of your girlfriends now aren't you?" I ask already knowing the answer." "Oh, yeah." Picture Day Interestingly enough our story starts like so many others. Married for for 12 years, busy with kids and work and as a result neglecting each other. Sex certainly was not non-existent but at the same time predictable....and safe. Even a relationship with a woman as beautiful as Teresa can grow routine and with routine passion can die. During the years we have been together Teresa and I have had what I could only describe as a fairly conservative sexual relationship. At times the unexpected would occur and memories of these encounters would fuel my lust for her. Seldom would we discuss these exceptional encounters that mostly occurred when alcohol had been involved. When sober and returning to our normal lives it was always the unspoken rule that these things need not be discussed. I believe our 12 year anniversary was key to what transpired over the next year. The anniversary was spent as typically as one could imagine. Good clothes, nice restaurant, wine with dinner and 30 minutes of love making upon returning home. The following day my thoughts were consumed with what our relationship was, what it had evolved from and what it would be like in 5, 10 even 20 years. By the time my head hit the pillow that evening I had resolved to find more excitement and adventure in our relationship. Resolving to change was the simple step. Determining what would be a positive to our relationship took careful study and consideration. As I said before, my wife Teresa is a beautiful woman. At 40 with three kids she could still pass for 25. Her flowing brown hair frames a smooth face highlighted by exceptional hazel eyes. Teresa works hard eating right and exercising to maintain a very attractive figure that is highlighted by her naturally perfect C cup chest. Her looks are complimented by a wonderful personality. Teresa exudes friendliness to everyone around her. It is simple to see how attracted everyone is to not only her looks but her personality. Although so many envy Teresa's physical assets, she has never seen herself through the eyes of others. After many years of marriage she remains hesitant to display her body and is often skeptical of my compliments of her beauty, particularly of her body. Her inclination to hide herself is something I have become accustomed to typically don't push her on the issue. Occasionally she will allow me her nudity but after often reminds me of how uncomfortable she becomes. After a few glasses of wine and faded inhibitions, Teresa will be much more open and willing to share herself with me. These moments are what fill my mind when the lights are off and our bodies hidden in darkness. I began to view my intentions as a plan to evolve our sexuality. I wanted to free my wife from the inhibitions that keep her from giving herself completely. To that end, I knew I had to create a comfort level with her nakedness. My efforts began by suggesting she let me take some digital pictures of her. This wasn't the first time I had broached the subject but this time was different. I wasn't making a random suggestion. I was convincing her. As before she initially tried to laugh off my request, wondering out loud why I would want pictures of that. After my 4th "suggestion" in two weeks she actually acknowledged she would consider it if she lost a few of those pounds she didn't want to show off. I think Teresa believed this answer would put the request off until some time in the future and she could just laugh it off again at that time. For me her answer was a door opening and I quickly pushed through. Days after her comment I broached the subject again. This time however, I let her know that we had a couple months for her to lose the weight she was worried about as we had a picture session scheduled for Saturday July 19th at 11:00 p.m. Teresa was at a loss for words. Finally, following an awkward moment of silence she laughed and said we'll see. Over the next month I made a point of mentioning the date every few days. I was never pushy and often just brought it up in general conversation and talked about how much I was looking forward to the 19th. Teresa's reactions were mixed. Sometimes I was ignored, sometimes my comments drew laughter and sometimes her comments were skeptical about us following through. No matter her reaction I was careful to never react and to always approach the situation like it was a complete certainty that we had a pending on July 19th. I noticed our appointment became real to Teresa as June turned to July. With 19 days remaining I noticed that Teresa's workouts increased from 3 to 5 days per week. She still refused to acknowledge a commitment but I could see she was preparing herself, physically and mentally. On the Monday before the 19th I brought a surprise home. Teresa found it as she went to bed that night. Laid out across our comforter was a black skirt and white sleeveless blouse. Complimenting the outfit was a silky push up bra from Victoria Secrets and a matching pair of thong panties. A pair of 3" heels laid on the floor in front of the bed. Laying on top of the blouse was my note to Teresa. Teresa, I couldn't wait for you to see what you will be wearing Saturday night. We have 7:30 reservations for dinner and I am sure we can be be back at the house by 11:00 for our session. You are not allowed to try the outfit on until after your shower on Saturday. You are not allowed to discuss this with me. Put the clothes away and start looking forward to our evening. You will look beautiful. Teresa read the note twice before looking back at the bed. Slowly she picked up the blouse and held it to her chest and looked in the mirror. Next she picked up the skirt and held it in front of her. She felt her chest tighten as she knew she had never worn a skirt so short and the white blouse would not hide the black bra. She would look like a slut. She couldn't go out in public like this. Just as those thoughts flooded her mind her eyes shot back to the note. You are not allowed to discuss this with me. Teresa's eyes went back to the bed and stared until she realized she was biting her upper lip with nervousness. Teresa shook her head and muttered to herself "Its only Monday and I feel like this?" Teresa took a deep breath, gathered the clothes and the note and placed them on the top shelf. When I came to bed 30 minutes later no mention of my gifts were made. Teresa was laying with her back to me but scooted towards me as I slid into bed. I allowed her naked ass to snuggle into my crotch as I stroked her hair. I knew Teresa wanted to make love but I was committed to making Saturday special and was not going to provide her what she needed until then. Smiling to myself I rolled away and closed my eyes. Tuesday and Wednesday went by quickly. Thursday brought my next surprise for Teresa. Upon returning home from work Teresa found a envelope on our bed. Her pulse quickened as she saw it and quickly pulled it from the pillow and tore it open. Inside was a note and a gift certificate from The Pampered Girl, a day spa in a town near ours. The gift certificate only referenced "pre-arranged services". My letter however, was more descriptive. Teresa, Our night is nearly here. I knew that you would want to look perfect for your pictures and thought you should feel completely special this entire day. You will need to be at The Pampered Girl at 10:00 a.m. to check in. At 10:15 you will be given a pedicure and a manicure. At 11:30 you will be given a full body massage. At 12:45 you have a waxing appointment. The spa has specific instructions on what you would like done. At 2:00 you have a hair appointment. This should allow you to return home by 5:00 to shower and get dressed. We will be leaving a 7:00 p.m. You are not allowed to change the schedule I have set for you at the spa. You are not allowed to discuss this with me. Enjoy you day my love, Thoughts now flooded Teresa's mind. She had never had any sort of waxing before. Who would do it? What did Steve have in mind? What about the massage? Full Body? Would she be naked? In her underwear? How many people would see her? What if she saw someone she knew? What if they knew she was being waxed? What would they think? What was Steve doing to her? Suddenly her thoughts stopped as she reacted to the feeling between her legs. Her heart was beating faster, she was scared and nervous but the other feelings were stronger. Her feelings of excitement and anticipation were driving this feeling between her legs. As she looked into the mirror she saw her nipples were pushing through her blouse. Teresa's hand slowly traced down her neckline to her right breast. Her breathing quickened as her hand pressed against the nipple on her right breast. She had not masturbated for years but could not stop her hand from sliding inside her slacks as she laid back onto the bed. Just as her hand reached the pubic hair that outlined her swollen and wet pussy the front door slammed shut. Instantly her hand pulled from her pants as she quickly sat up. Steve was home with the kids. Within minutes she was a mom again and listening to stories of school from their three kids while trying not to look at Steve, afraid he knew how she reacted to the letter. Saturday will be here soon. Picture Day (Author's note: This story is based on an actual event in my life. My husband (at the time) had some "special" photos taken of me. The relationship between "Dani" and "Brad" is also based on an attraction I had for one of my cousins. Enjoy!) Nicole thought it was a rather bizarre request, at first anyway. It had come from her husband of 9 months, and 6 of those months they had been separated, as he was deployed to Afghanistan. He was a 27 year old Sergeant, she was his adoring 22 year old newlywed, eager to please him in all ways, because she loved him so much. The lonely nights she had experienced since he left were practically unendurable. She knew she had to fulfill his favor to keep them both from going crazy with need and desire. What he wanted were some professionally done photos, but with a little twist. She had called around to some local boudoir photo places, but with no luck. When she explained exactly what she needed, they all declined. This left her no choice but to put an ad on craigslist seeking a photographer. She figured the tagline( Young wife looking for 'special' photos for deployed hubby) would draw a lot of respondents, but she had no idea that she would literally get hundreds. Some were legit, some were definitely shady, and some were downright creepy (will provide bed and alcohol!). She narrowed it down to about five. When she explained what was involved and how she needed certain 'props', all but one was flummoxed. Her husband had requested very specific photos to be taken. The first would be her in several different poses wearing bikinis, nighties, and lingerie. Then they would progress to her in various states of undress. Topless, flashing, and peek-a-boo ( her sitting in a schoolgirl outfit, with no panties on, for example). Then it would be fully nude, with poses ranging from shy and demure to wanton and aching. They would progress to her touching herself, getting herself more and more worked up. She would then finish herself off on film with her favorite vibe. As dirty as these were, they would get even more crazy. Her husband specifically requested pictures of her with large muscular hands on her breasts, ass, and inner thighs. He also wanted her on her knees, with a fully erect cock just inches from her mouth. He also wanted her in various positions on the verge of being penetrated. Finally, he wanted a picture her with simulated cum all over her face. He suggested she use coconut syrup, which was a dead ringer. He also requested that whoever would be posing with her was her choice, but that his face would not be visible in any of the pictures. The request really through her for a loop at first. Her husband was a normal, macho military man. They had never been swingers or swappers or anything like that. But the more she thought about it, the more sense it made. He had always been really proud of the way she looked, the way she walked, and her generally sexy aura. She didn't think she was all that , but she had been told her whole life how hot she looked. She was small, 5'4", 115 lbs, dark brown hair, well shaped hips and legs. She always wished she had bigger tits than her modest c-cups, but it was her ass that got the most compliments from bold men (and some women), and furtive stares from the less bold ones. Her Hispanic/Irish heritage gave her a faintly exotic look, and some people told her she had the eyes of a minx. Her husband loved showing her off. Before they were married, he had hosted a super-bowl party for some of the guys in his unit. Before they showed up, he asked if she would be willing to wear just her panties and a t-shirt " Are you serious? Panties and that tiny t-shirt?" "It's just that you're so hot! I want to show you off She was hesitant, but after a lot of sweet-talking, and some strategic kisses on that sweet spot on her neck that made it impossible to refuse him, she acquiesced. She felt totally exposed as the guys started to show up. She could see their surprise and feel their eyes appraising her. She went about her business the best she could, serving chips and beers to the guys. Some even complimented her on how sexy she looked, and her husband seemed proud to hear it. Eventually, she relaxed, and even began to enjoy the looks and comments. If this is really what he wants, I can play the part of a slut, she thought to herself. She made a point to bend over right in front of the guys when picking up the empties, giving them all an eyeful of her barely covered ass. She could even feel herself getting wet. February in WA was always cold, so her nipples her straining against the thin cotton t, and were clearly visible to everyone's enjoyment. One of the guys even commented. "Wow, guess its colder in here than I thought! You could poke someone's eye out with those things!" "Well, I cant help it, and the fact that you are all staring doesn't make it any easier." " Oh, I don't think you mind. In fact, that damp spot on the front of your panties says something else entirely!" They all laughed, especially her fiancé. She wanted to strangle all of them. After the game, she practically raped him, she was so worked up by her escapade. He would do other things to her, like make her go dancing with him while wearing a short skirt and no panties. She knew several strangers got a peek of her neatly trimmed landing strip. He even let her dance with other guys. He didn't even seem to mind when they put their hands on her ass. "Did you see that guy? He had his hand all over my ass? I thought you would've kicked his ass!" " He couldn't help it! You have that effect on guys. Especially that butt of yours. Besides, you sure were smiling an awful lot. I think all three of us enjoyed it!" The photographers that she spoke to were all willing to do the pictures she described. The problem was her co-model. She couldn't ask any of her or her husband's friends to do it, it would be just too weird. She needed it to be a stranger, but how to find one? It's not something you put an ad in the paper for. She asked her best friend about it. " Are you kidding me? Dave really wants you to do that? That is sooo hot. Oh my God, I wish my husband would ask me to do that. There about five guys I know who would be perfect. Want me to ask one for you?" "No, you forget, we all know the same people. It has to be a stranger. But how do I find one?" "Well, you could ask the photographer to set someone up for it." Some of the respondents had suggestions, all of which seemed dubious at best. One even volunteered to pose himself, which left the question of who would take the pictures. Only one of the photographers, a young lady, had a viable suggestion. They discussed it on the phone. " As far as a co-model, my brother Brad would be perfect." "Well, my husband was specific, he wants someone with muscular hands and arms." "Oh, Brad is perfect, he lives in the gym, and as for the one shot you talked about, well..... lets just say he's pretty impressive down there. Ok, basically, he's hung like a horse!" "You've seen your brother naked? As a grown man?" "Well, we grew up in pretty much of a hippy household. It was in the desert outside of Tuscon, so it was always hot. My parents weren't too concerned if we were clothed or not. No, not a lot of shyness in my family!" Nicole talked for a long time with Dani, the photographer. She liked her, and felt comfortable with her. They agreed to a fee and a date, two weeks from today. While she felt comfortable now, she could feel tiny flutters of butterflies in her tummy. What would it be like in two weeks? But along with the nervousness, she felt a thrill of anticipation. After the call, Dani remembered scenes from her adolescence which were indelibly etched in her mind. She had told Nicole the truth. As teenagers, she and her brother would go skinny dipping nearly everyday in the family swimming pool. It had seemed natural, with no sexual implications. But that changed one evening. She and her brother had shared a large loft on the second story of their parent's home. It was partitioned down the middle with a five foot high cubicle divider. They had grown up close to each other, with little of the normal animosity between brothers and sisters, probably due to the liberal upbringing their parents gave them. They were home-schooled, and due to the isolation of the desert home, had little outside influences. She was a year older, though her brother , with his athletic body and handsome face, looked like he was eldest. They both continued to live at their parents house while attending college. One night, while laying awake with her light off, she heard a strange noise coming from her brother's side of the loft. She quietly crept around the partition to see what was happening. She saw her brother kneeling in front of his bed, naked. He was rubbing back and forth on his penis. She had seen it many times before, but never like this. It was huge and throbbing, like some kind of angry snake. He had a nudie magazine open on the floor. She watched, entranced, as he stroked himself. She knew about sex, but had never gone further than first base on the few dates she had gone on. This was something new and very exciting. Soon his pumping became more frenzied and then he shot cum all over the magazine. Unknowingly, she found that her hand was rubbing herself as she had been watching him. He heard her and looked up startled. "What are you doing in here?" "Watching you jack off. Did it feel good? It looked like it did." Making no effort to hide himself, he noticed what her hand was doing. "Yes, it did. Does it feel good to rub your pussy?" She felt her body temperature go up as a quiver began to go through her entire body. "Ohh, yess....it feels unghh....." She came for the first time in her life. After that night, she and her brother would watch each other masturbate nearly every night. Eventually, they would begin to jack each other off. She loved the feel of her brother's hard cock in her hand as he ejaculated, and was mesmerized by the spasms of his orgasms She also loved the way her brothers two, and sometimes three fingers felt going in and out of her, never failing to make her cum.After a month, he got a construction job and moved out. It was like a hole had been torn open in her heart. She would go on to have sex with several different guys, but it was always her brothers face that she saw when she looked at her lovers. They never mentioned their adventures they had experienced, but she treasured the times they shared. After her conversation with Nicole, she was eager to see her brothers hard, naked body again. She just had to figure out how to ask him. Two weeks passed very quickly, and the day of the shoot arrived. They had agreed to meet at a local hotel. Dave and Nicole had stayed there before, and she remembered the large 4-poster bed and classy décor, and felt that they would be very good for the session. Dani arrived first and hauled all her equipment in. She had several different screens for backgrounds, and a myriad of lighting equipment. Her brother arrived soon after. He had been surprisingly eager to assist his sister's project. She was surprised, and maybe a little jealous as well. Nicole had spent the day getting her hair and nails done. When she got home, she trimmed her landing strip, showered, and picked out the various skimpy outfits and her favorite toy that she would use at the shoot. By the time she was standing in front of the hotel door, she was a bundle of nerves. Am I really about to do this? Taking a deep breath, she knocked. Introductions were given. Brad and Nicole's eyes met and lingered as they shook hands. Each was secretly relieved, not knowing what the other would look like, and pleased that expectations were met and exceeded. A bottle of wine that Dani brought was opened, and courage was lubricated. After her second glass, Nicole was ready to begin. She excused herself to the bathroom to change into her bikini. She sat on a stool as Dani shot. Her first poses were modest and shy. Eventually, at Dani's urging, she loosened up. Brad helped with the lighting. "Ok, now spread your legs a little bit more and lick your lips." "Now, look naughty while you put a hand down your panties." "For, the next shot, I want just a hint of nipple peeking out from your top." Nicole was really nervous now that she was about to expose herself in front of two strangers. Finally, Dani asked her to remove her top. Without thinking, she did it. As the shoot continued, she became less nervous. They did some poses with her panties halfway down, showing most of her bum. She noticed Brad was smiling. They decided to change to lingerie, with the same sequence of exposure. She soon found herself in just a thong, and felt great about it. "Ok, now its time to get naked." Nicole slowly slid the thong off, feeling two sets of eyes on her. "You ok?" "Yeah, I'm fine. Actually, it feels great!" "Well, girl, if you're ever in need of work, you could definitely find a lucrative career as an exotic dancer!" Brad blurted. They did several poses, ranging from demure shots of her sitting on the stool with legs closed and hands covering tits, to wanton slut poses of her on all fours on the bed with head low and ass high. The more they shot, the more turned on Nicole became. Several times, her hands unconsciously began to stoke her clit. By now she was wet. "Sorry, guess I was just getting caught up in moment." "No, that's great, keep it going! Let get some of you in that recliner. One leg up high with one hand on your kitty and another playing with your nipple." Now Nicole was extremely horny and needed to get off, but had never played with herself in front of anybody. Dani reassured her. "Don't think about anybody else in here. Think of the greatest sex you ever had and focus on that. Let your body take control now." She complied, and soon forgot about the flash, the people, the room. She lost track of everything and brought herself to multiple orgasms. When she drifted back, she found herself on all fours on the bed, with her vibrator deep in her snatch. Through half-closed eyes, she saw Brad rubbing a huge bulge in his pants as Dani continued to shoot, as she came again. When she was finished, she lay naked on the bed in a sheen of sweat as she caught her breath. "That was amazing." Dani said. "Yeah, I think I may have blacked out!" Nicole laughed, completely comfortable, with no urge whatsoever to cover herself." "Do you realize we've been shooting for over two hours?" "Oh my God, no, it all seems like a haze!" "Well, whenever you are ready, we can take this to the next level." She had not noticed that Brad had taken off all his clothes and was standing there next to the bed. She looked up at him from head to toe as she lay sprawled across the bed. He was everything his sister had described, and more. Chiseled muscles under tan skin, beautiful smile, piercing eyes, she felt like melting. And his cock, even at only quarter erect, was impressive. She felt herself get wet looking at someone besides her husband for the first time in two years. "Oh Brad....I guess I look like a mess...all sweaty and everything..." "No, you look amazing, I think this was the best idea my sis ever had." "Ok, break it up you two, remember Brad, this is strictly simulated sex scenes we're doing here, so let's stop ogling each other and get down to business!" Dani interrupted, feeling jealous and horny at the same time upon seeing her brother's magnificent cock again after all this time. They started with Nicole standing spread eagle with hands against the wall, butt towards the camera. Brad stood off to the side with his hand grasping Nicole's right left butt cheek. Dani told her to look shocked. It was almost more than she could stand. His hand felt so strong. She noticed his cock was now half erect. Next shot was Nicole standing and Brad on the floor, reaching up with his hand on Her inner thigh. His fingers lightly touched her sex, and she felt electric. Dani was careful to keep his face out of all the frames. They then took one with Brad kneeling behind Nicole, with his hands cupping both her breasts. Her nipples sprang up between his fingers. She looked down and saw his cock was fully erect and throbbing. When he stood back up, she felt it against her naked butt. "Ok how you doing?" Dani asked, slightly perturbed." "Oh....ok, little dizzy maybe..." "Well, I think were ready to do the simulated head scene. Remember, its SIMULATED!" Nicole dropped to her knees as Brad stood in front of her. His cock throbbed two inches away from her face as Dani shot away. A mix of awe and sheer lust was on Nicole's face. With her mouth slightly open and her hand around the shaft, it did indeed look like she was ready to suck him off. "Ok, I'm going to have Brad rub some baby oil on his cock to make it look like it just came out of your wet mouth." Dani explained. Nicole finally lost control," No need to do that..". She took his cock in her mouth and began to make love to it with her tongue. Dani was irate, but nevertheless, continued to shoot. For years she had longed to feel her brother's cock in her mouth, but now had to watch someone else get the honors. Nicole could not believe how large he felt in her mouth. She worked circles around the head with her tongue, then worked the shaft. She was determined to take his entire length. She relaxed her throat, and went all the way down till her lips touched his balls. When she came off, his pole was slick with her saliva. She looked into his eyes. "Fuck my mouth." She commanded. His hips moved slowly back and forth as he pumped her mouth. With one hand she cupped his balls as she played with her pussy with the other. She could taste precum on her tongue, and he seemed ready to blow. She wanted him to fill her mouth with his seed. Dani had had enough. She physically pulled her brother back out of this whore's mouth. This fucking bitch, she thought. "OK, ENOUGH!! We've got more pics to take, which is what I'm going to do. Now, Nicole, get on the bed, get on your back, and spread your legs. Brad, get on top, and act like you're about to enter. Do NOT enter her though! This is a professional shoot, I'm a professional, and I don't think her husband wants her sucking and fucking some stranger. " They both did as they were told, but once he leaned in between her legs, they were both filled with an overwhelming urge. Dani got pictures with his cock just a breath away from her twitching hole. After she got her pictures, he lowered himself and moved the head back and forth against her clit. A sudden spam of orgasm shot through her. She shifted and raised her hips in order to devour his cock with her pussy. She let out a moan as he slowly slid his full length into her. "Ohhh my God......."she purred. Despite her anger, Dani kept shooting because, despite her anger, the scene was incredibly hot. She realized that even though it should be her underneath her brother with her legs spread wide, she had had her chance, and it was probably gone forever. Brad had had several experiences with several girls before, including fondling with his sister, but he had never felt anything this intense. She was the hottest girl he had ever touched, and he knew that this would only be a one-time thing. His tempo increased, and his thrusts became harder as Nicole spread her legs as far as she could in order to feel every ridge, every vein of his manhood. When she put her feet on his shoulders, Nicole could feel his cock begin to constrict. This time she stopped him, not wanting this ecstasy to end so soon. "Stop. Let me get on top." Picture Day He complied as she straddled him. "Let me get some pre-insertion shots again." Dani said, her anger being replaced by wanton aching. The sight of his penis, slick with her juice, poised to enter her open pussy, and Nicole looking back over her shoulder, was the shot of a lifetime. She lowered herself down on him, riding him like a wild stallion. He met her rhythm with his own thrusts, this time she began to lose control. "Ohhgoddbrad....fuck me harder....." she gasped. The sound and flash of the camera, the thought of fucking a stranger while another stranger took pictures, the thought that her husband was 4 thousand miles away, the thought of what a horny little slut she truly was, was too much, and she began to cum again as her pussy tightened around him. She ground herself on him with her arms around her hair, grunting with pleasure. When she was done, she got off of him. "Now it's your turn, fuck me from behind, but I want to know when you're about to blow. You have to cum in my mouth....it's what my husband wants." She whispered. She looked back at him and smiled sweetly,with eyes half-closed in ecstasy, as he prepared to enter her. Again, therequisite 'simulated' pictures were taken before the real thing began. Soon they were thrusting at full speed, her backing into him to meet his thrusts, his balls slapping against her clit. He looked down at her magnificent ass to watch himself go in and out of her. She squealed with delight as he slipped a finger into her ass. He hiked one leg up to go deeper as he grabbed her hair. Again, she could feel him about to blow, this time there would be no stopping it. She turned around and took him in her mouth, tasting herself on him. Dani set down the camera, got behind her brother, and took him in her hand. She pumped as Nicole sucked. He shot an enormous amount of cum in Nicole's mouth and all over her face, on her nose, her chin, in her hair. She sucked as his twitches subsided. She leaned back, spent and totally satiated. Dani took a picture of her, cum all over her face. "That's the shot your hubby wanted. Guess we didn't need the coconut syrup." They all slowly cleaned up. Too tired to get dressed, they all three collapsed on the bed. When they woke in couple hours, Brad was hard again, and Dani was finally able to get what she longed for after all, as Nicole watched (and occasionally helped). A week later, when she opened the package from Dani, she found two portfolios. One was the photos that her husband had specified, the other was the free-for-all that had actually taken place. She studied them and realized that the 'simulated' ones gave clear evidence as to what really happened. The look on her face, the way her pussy was swollen with excitement, the slickness of Brad's cock all gave it away. There was no way that could be faked. At first she felt guilty as to what happened, but then realized her husband had put her in that most precarious situation. He probably wanted this to occur. He probably would have liked to been in the room watching. She sent him the true photos. She hoped he liked looking at them as much as she liked making them.