[FF] Hired a photographer to do boudoir photos for my wife…and then she fucked her.

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A few years ago, my wife brought up the idea of taking some sexy photos for me as a Valentine’s Day present. We’ve talked about it a few times before, but it was never something we had the money for until then, so I was 100% on board. Since I’m a musician and have dabbled in photography, I told her I actually knew someone who would be perfect for the shoot.

Now, my wife is a smokeshow. She’s insanely beautiful; gorgeous eyes, fit, a sexy smile, smart, perfect tits, and an ass that I can’t not touch when I walk by it. But, she’s pretty reserved and likes to be private (we were both raised religious), so the idea of getting naked in front of a stranger made her a little nervous. Having photos taken of you can be hard enough, but taking photos while you’re naked is a whole different ball game. Luckily for me, she asked for the photographer’s info and sent her a text with some questions. I had no idea if she’d go through with it, but I was fucking ecstatic that she was considering it.

After a few days, we were having a bite to eat for lunch on a weekday (we both work at home). She’d mentioned that she’d been talking with the photographer over text and REALLY liked her. She made her feel totally comfortable about everything, and they both agreed to go ahead and put something on the calendar. Less than a week later, we had booked a hotel room in a big city for that Friday night. The photographer would meet us there in the evening, do the shoot, and then my wife and I could go out for dinner after.

One thing I haven’t mentioned yet: the photographer is hot. Not in the same way as my wife, but hot nonetheless. She had an edge to her; tattoos, colored hair, piercings, the whole nine. And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t into it. I’m not really one for having a type, but I definitely found her really sexy. And, my wife thought she was sexy, too.

Fast forward to that night.

We got to the hotel about an hour before the shoot was supposed to start. My wife had asked if I’d be okay going and hanging out at the hotel bar during the shoot, which I was fine with. She didn’t want any added pressure and I didn’t want to be in the way, so I told her I’d see her in a few hours and headed down to the bar.

Fast forward about 3 hours and about 3 bourbons later, and I’m pretty much drunk. Not obnoxiously drunk, but let’s just say I had enough to have a great time. The bar was starting to clear out and I still hadn’t heard from her. Finally, she sent me a text and told me to come on up to the room. So I did.

When I got there, I heard some noise, but didn’t think much of it. I do a light knock on the door because I didn’t feel like reaching all the way into my wallet for it, but they weren’t answering. Then, I hear a moan. Then another. I knew what I was hearing, but almost didn’t believe it. Was I at the wrong door? I was drunk, so this was the most probable answer. I took out my card and confirmed that I was at the right room. So, I put the card in and opened the door slowly to see what I was going to find.

I walked into the room to see the photographer on top of my wife, making out with her on the bed. My jaw almost hit the floor with excitement. My wife wasn’t bi, but I knew she was curious about exploring her sexuality a bit, and who the fuck would I be to not fully support it?

I closed the door behind me, my disbelief starting to wear off. I was immediately hard as a rock, not just because two women were making out on the bed in front of me, but because it was my wife and the hot photographer doing it! What the fuck was happening? I knew this kind of thing happened all the time, but when it happens to you, it’s a whole different kind of excitement.

I didn’t know how to proceed and obviously wasn’t going to interrupt, so I took a hit of our weed pen and sat down in the corner chair. The floor-to-ceiling windows were showcasing the downtown city lights, casting the perfect amount of illumination for me to enjoy the show. My wife looked up at me, almost in a “are you okay with this?” kind of way. We weren’t in an open relationship, but I’d given her the greenlight to do anything she wants sexually with another woman. She smiled at me before moaning from how turned on she was. The photographer seemed like she’d done this before, and she knew was she was doing. Every move was the right one, or at least that’s what my wife’s noises were implying. I was loving every second.

The photographer motioned for my wife to lay down on her back, and she started to slowly kiss her lips, her neck, her chest, her stomach, her thighs, until she finally got to her amazing pussy. The photographer only had on a thong, and my wife was completely naked. She started to kiss her pussy lips, looking up to make eye contact, slowly sliding her hands up to my wife’s tits. Her tongue was accurate and precise, focusing on my wife’s clit the most. They were both dripping wet, moaning loudly, giggling playfully, and I couldn’t get enough of it. I’d always fantasized about another woman fucking my wife, but I genuinely never thought it would happen. Not even close.

Her tongue was moving up and down, side to side, staying perfectly in rhythm. My wife was arching her back, affirming the photographer’s every move and touch. The sheets were soaking wet. I could tell she was starting to get close.

The photographer could sense it, too. She slid her index and middle fingers into my wife, and immediately found her G-spot. She kept her tongue right on the clit and used her fingers in just the right way. My wife was breathing heavily, moaning “yes, yes…right there”. She looked at me and smiled, and I knew it was about to happen.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, my wife screams out “oh my fucking god!” and has one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever heard. The photographer keeps rubbing her G-spot and licking her clit until my wife literally can’t take it anymore, and then they both give each other this amazingly deep, sensual kiss. It was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my life.

After getting dressed and packing up, the photographer looked over at me, smiled, and told me that “the shoot went really, *really* well.”

She (unfortunately) had to go meet up with her friend at a nearby bar for drinks, and was already running late for obvious reasons. So, my wife went up to her, gave her one last amazing kiss, and said “well, I guess I owe you one, then…”

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