Still overawed by the transformation in his wife following the makeover, Jim is not really sure he’s prepared for following through with her new business plan.
Taking photographs for a living is one thing, taking sexy glamour photographs of his wife’s friends is quite another, especially when his first subject is going to be Barbara, the sex bomb of a friend he’s lusted after for a while.
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About the Author
My name is Bridy, and I live in upstate New York. I’ve written for as long as I can remember, which is thanks to my parents for teaching me to read and write before I went to school. I’ve been fascinated by erotic tales all my adult life, my husband thinks they’re silly but indulges me. I won’t tell you how old I am because a lady never gives away her age. My other interest is photography but writing will always be my first love, other than my husband of course.
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Two days after Marcia had surprised Jim in the studio, he finally brought home the DVD of the pictures he had taken that night. After a light supper they sat down to watch them together. As soon as the first picture of Marcia sitting with her legs tucked up underneath her, Marcia hit the pause on the remote and jumped up.
"Be back in five minutes sweetheart. Pour us another glass will you?" She proceeded to dash out of the room. Jim was somewhat nonplussed by his wife's behaviour but dutifully refilled the wine glasses and nestled himself into his armchair to get comfortable and waited patiently.
When his wife reappeared some ten minutes after the five had elapsed he could see why. She was wearing the grey silk miniskirt suit she had worn for the photo shoot. He raised an eyebrow and she slowly winked at him. She looked at the screen; still showing the seated pose, intently for a moment and then settled into the other armchair obliquely facing him and pressed the play button on the remote. Every fifteen seconds the still picture changed to another view and although Jim was biased, he had to admit his wife looked stunning in the photographs.
A couple of minutes later the on-screen Marcia was undoing the buttons on the jacket and Jim glanced over to see his wife was undoing them in perfect time with the screen. She felt his eyes on her and glancing up smiled that bewitching smile at him. His heart thumped and his dick twitched in his pants. When they'd got home from the studio that night he had almost torn her clothes back off of her and they had made love nearly all night. Yesterday they were both too exhausted to do more than cuddle but itlooked like tonight was going to be different.
The on-screen Marcia was now pouting at the camera as she slipped the jacket back off her shoulders and Jim was finding it difficult to decide which Marcia to watch as his wife copied what was happening. In the more subdued light of the living room, the curve of her thigh exposed below the skirt and the shadows above seemed even more provocative and sexier than they had on the night depicted on the screen. He could see the stockings were different this time; hold ups rather than suspenders and he was desperate to find out if she was commando as she had been. Marcia was definitely wearing the same thin lacy camisole. The outlines of her erect nipples were still clearly visible though it, despite the lower light level.
His breathing intensified as the on-screen Marcia now stood and the next pose showed her bent over with her elbows on the chair seat with her backside sticking up. He glanced over to the real life version and was disappointed to see she was still sitting there.