The lights are bright, heating my skin. This was my husbands idea. He’s wanted it for years, to see me like this. To see me with another. My bra and panties have never felt so small as when he came in; exactly the build I like, loose shirt, tight boxers. He walks over to the bed I’m kneeling on and shakes my hand. I don’t catch his name.
The photographer makes us stand and hold each other close. I drape my arms around his neck, his arms wrap my waist and we pull each other in. I can feel the heat from his body, I feel so naked next to him. Flash-click. He turns my body gently, exposing me more to the camera. Flash-click. He moves my arm down to his waist and I touch the soft cotton of his boxers. Flash-click. His hands move down my back to cup my bum. He squeezes. Flash-click.
She asks us to change position. I feel regret as he moves away from me. I want to feel him again. He stands behind me, his hands holding my hips. I face the camera full-on. Flash-click. He’s so far away, all I feel are his hands. Flash-click. I inch backwards, he stays still. Flash-click. My back touches his chest. Flash-click. My arse presses into his crotch. Flash-click. His cock is growing hard against me. Flash-click. His fingertips slip under the waistband of my thong. Flash-click. His hands are at the front of me, fingers just inches from my clit. Flash-click.
She asks us to change again. I groan with frustration. She asks me to kneel on the bed. He kneels behind me. She asks him to remove my bra. The heat of the lamps is making me dizzy. In one motion, my chest is bare, she can see them, he can’t. Flash-click. I want him to see them. His warm strong hands reach from behind me and cup them. Flash-click. I’m soaking wet, I sit back into his lap. Flash-click. His cock is so hard. I can feel it. I grind on it. Flash-click. He’s pulling my nipples, my hands are on his thighs, my underwear drenched. Flash-click.
She asks for one more position. I stay on his lap, his hardness pressed against my slit. I don’t want to move. She asks if he would be willing to strip fully. He agrees and I’m already pulling down my thong when she asks me. I turn and see him bare chested, slipping down his boxers. His cock is gorgeous. I need it.
He sits on the bed and reaches for me. She apologises for him being hard and reminds me he won’t do anything. I straddle him, briefly pressing my tits into his face as I do so. His cock presses against my dripping pussy. Close, but not enough. She lines up her shot. Flash-click. My hips are grinding him automatically. His cock twitches against my clit. Flash-click. He takes a nipple into his mouth. Flash-click. I tremble with the beginnings of an orgasm. Flash-click.
She says the shoot is over and he lifts me off.
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I’m stood naked in the small changing room trembling, staring into the dressing-table mirror. My pussy throbs. I can still smell him on me. My fingers are buried inside myself. I can’t come, it’s not enough.
There’s a knock at the door. He comes in without waiting, fully naked, fully hard. He comes towards me.
In one motion he lifts me onto the table and enters me. I bite his neck with the feeling of fullness and pull his body close. He fucks me. He fucks me hard. His need and his lust radiate off of him like heat, his groans are deep and animal and his cock is pounding me over and over. I claw at his back. He rips an orgasm out of my body, never stopping, never slowing. I bite him again and cry into his neck, smelling our sex. He fucks me even harder. I’m saying something but I don’t know what. I’m his, my body is his and all that matters is him inside me. He’s tensing. He’s going to come. The thought sends me over the edge again and I feel him let go, pulsing, surging, raging inside of me. Finally, he slows, gasping into my hair. I kiss his neck and chest, tasting the salty sweaty skin and smelling the salty sex in the air.
He pulls back slowly. I feel every inch of him leave me. I feel the warmth he left inside me. He kisses me once. Our first and only kiss. I whisper thank-you. He whispers it back. He turns. And he leaves.
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