About twelve years ago, I was heavily involved with an older married guy, who did some amateur photography. He turned this young girls head with aspirations of life as a glamour model. Needless to say I was his model and would pose for him, innocently at first, then as the weeks went by the posing became more and more provocative. I was only eighteen when the relationship started, so I did not possess an abundance of sexy lingerie, Corsets, Basques, Waspies or stockings. I didn't lose my virginity to this guy, but I wasn't exactly sexually rampant. The photographers wife was very pretty with a very good body, but she was no competition for my huge firm young tits. She hated my guts when I took over her role as his main model, and automatically assumed that me and her husband were fucking each other. She never had any concrete proof of our sexual relationship, but that didn't stop her accusations. I think that her persecution of me actually dove me in to her husbands arms, or rather his pants.
As I indicated earlier I was not exactly sexually naive, but this guy taught me so much. We shared a lot of firsts. He was the first guy to come in my mouth, the first guy to dress me up in sexy lingerie, which at the early stages was always his wife's, but I enjoyed that as it was a kind of revenge fuck. He was the first guy to fuck my ass, photograph me nude and in some very compromising positions, and he was the guy who introduced me to the sexual delights of the threesome, when he invited his brother to join us on a porno shoot.
Both guys were blessed with very large cocks which I spent many happy hours, sucking or fucking one of them as the other photographed or filmed the moments of erotica.
We would meet up on Tuesday and Friday evenings in a makeshift studio they owned, where they would shave my pussy, dress me up in stockings and garters, then fuck me wildly, ending the session with a sensational double penetration. Both guys got off on coming inside me and would alternate between squirting their spunk up my pussy or ass.
Their infatuation with me eventually fizzled out and we all went our separate ways. When we parted, which was remarkably on good terms, I had quite a collection of erotic and kinky lingerie in any material you can name. I had learned some fantastic new skills regarding make up application, and an extensive knowledge of the karma sutra and all things sexual, butI never received a copy of any photographs or videos, and have no idea where they ended up. For all I knew I could be an internet sensation.
A few years passed when I eventually met the man who would become my husband.
My youthful sexual exuberance, subsided somewhat and I eventually settled into the domestic marital bliss I enjoy on a daily basis.
My husband knew I posed for provocative photographs, but as I had no copies, he had no unit of measurement as to the raunchiness of the photographs, which, considering his small jealousy and insecurities, it was possibly a good thing there was no evidence. Sometimes he would ask what happened on the photoshoots, and always got incredibly aroused when he broached the subject.
Twelve years later and I'll take up the story.
My husband and I were in town shopping for outfits for his companies annual celebration. This year they have had a particularly successful year and were going all out to thank the workforce, buy taking over completely, one of the best Spa Hotels on the outskirts of town. We were both looking forward to this as it was a break from the norm, plus everything was at the expense of the company. We were going to use this as a second honeymoon type celebration, no kids, no responsibilities.
I keep my 36DD-25-36 in pristine condition with lots of gym work, sensible diet and more recently new sexy pole dance classes. As we were going to use this as a second honeymoon, I'd already planned in my mind to treat my husband with some seriously sexy gyrations I picked up in the pole dancing classes. To reinforce this plan, I was standing in a lingerie shop with my husband picking out garter belts, stockings, sexy revealing bra's and possibly something trashy to keep my husband on the boil. I had in my hand a shiny black garter belt, a matching quarter cup bra, which would reveal my erect nipples completely and a matching very small thong. I sent hubby to wander through the shop to choose anything of his liking and I would wear it for him over the weekend. He had full knowledge of my sizes and wandered off to select his sexual preference. I was standing looking through some very sexy corsets, having little flashbacks to my raunchy modelling days. I glanced up to find a guy looking directly at me with a huge grin on his face. I was about to give him a piece of my mind when I recognised who it was.
Standing in front of me was my former lover the photographer. He smiled and spoke quietly.
"Never thought I would see you in here!" He drawled "I thought you had given this sort of thing up!"
My husband shot a glance straight over, which didn't look as though he was very pleased with a guy approaching me in a lingerie store as I tried to purchase sexy garments.
I panicked, looking at the guy with quite a worried look.
"I'll have to go!" I whispered and headed to the checkout. I paid for my underwear as quickly as I could and headed out of the store. My husband walked up to the photographer and a conversation took place. I had no clue as to the contents of this conversation, but I imagine the photographer would be getting told in no uncertain terms to stay clear of his wife. My husband looked at me briefly and I nodded toward the nearest McDonalds to meet him inside.
I sat inside the McDonalds waiting for my husband but he was still talking to the photographer and unless I'm mistaken, the conversation did not seem heated in the slightest. They spoke for at least fifteen minutes, then my husband made his purchase and left the store with whatever delight he had purchased. He smiled as he entered McDonalds and calmly spoke.
"I never knew you used to be a glamour model?" His eyebrows raised with the inquisitive look of a pleased man.
"That guy said he used to photograph you all of the time a few years back, with his business partner!" Husband looked leerily at me "He said you were the biggest moneymaker they ever had on their books!"
"If that's the case I didn't see any of it!" I laughed nervously.
"He said he has portfolios of you still on the shelf and he did warn me that there are a few rather risqué videos of you!"
My face drained and I began to feel my body tremble nervously.
"He has invited me round to his studio tonight and I asked if I brought you, would he photograph you in some of the sexy lingerie we purchased!" Hubby smiled "Needless to say he said he would love to photograph you and capture that special sexiness he said you exude!"
A part of me wanted to tell my husband to tell the guy to go to hell, but something had been awakened in me sexually and that part was strong, arousing and stirring me, in a way I'd never felt for a long time. The butterflies in my stomach were matching the excited agitations of my tingling pussy at the though of parading around his studio once more, showing my large naked breasts and spreading my legs to reveal my tight shaved pussy. I felt my face flush as hubby looked me in the eye.
"I think you would like to do this, judging from the aroused blush on your cheeks!" He smiled and placed his hand on mine gently, stroking the back of my hand in a soothing gesture.
"Are you sure you would want me to this? I would be almost naked in front of another man!" I said nervously, not revealing the whole truth to him.
"Another two! He said he would bring his partner along for old times sake!" Hubby grinned enjoying my uneasiness!
"You do realise that these guys are very touchy freely with their models!" I said wondering if he would change his mind.
"Sounds like it could be fun!" He smirked "Plus you've done it before, but not with your husband in the room!"
"Those were different days babe and it was years before I met you!" I stated, terrified if I should tell him the possible content of the photographs and videos.
My husband looked at me with the most mischievous smile.
"We should have talked about this sort of thing. You should have been honest with me from the start. Well I will be honest with you right now and tell you that this kind of arouses me!"
I looked at my smiling husband, his grin emblazoned across his face a lusty look in his eyes.
"Come on lets go to the pub across the road and we can a little chat!" I smiled squeezing his hand.
I took at a seat at a table for. Two, tucked away at the rear of the pub, with prying eyes or ear in the vicinity. Hubby came over to the table with two large glasses of white wine. I tapped my long red nails off the stem of the glass, waiting for hubby to broach the subject once more.
"OK honey, whenever you're ready!" Hubby smirked enjoying my obvious discomfort.
"It was long before we met!" I started "The photographer and I embarked on a rather torrid affair. I was young and impressionable and to a young girl he was very flamboyant and influential!" I said looking down at my glass.
"He was married at the time and it all started so innocently. He used to photograph two nights a week at his studio where I would pose in bikinis or underwear shots, which progressed to Garters, Stockings and corsets. I felt empowered and aroused during these sessions and inevitably we ended up having sex on camera!" I said, now looking my husband directly in the eye.
My husband was smiling eerily, with a flushed look on his face.
"He started inviting his brother along, initially to be the cameraman, but one thing led to another and I began having sex with both of them!" I said watching my husbands arousal heighten.
"I must see the photographs and movies of my wife being a porno threesome slut!" He smiled, a bead of sweat running down the side of his forehead "You obviously enjoyed your modelling career!"
A new air of confidence wafted over me as I saw my husband reveal an unknown side of himself to me. My husband could be a voyeur, which as an ardent exhibitionist, could make us the perfect couple.
"I did enjoy my time modelling, and the raunchier the shoot the higher my level of enjoyment!" I smiled, my nails running up and the stem of the wine in a sexual and provocative manner.
My husbands Adam's apple bobbed up and down his throat as he nervously swallowed, hearing his faithful wife reveal she was a former glamour and porno model.
"We'll go over to his studio tonight and you can model your new underwear for the camera!" Hubby said with a slight tremble in his voice.
