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.