It had started out as a joke. A racy photo shoot to give my husband something to fantasize about and to make me feel sexy. My friend Em had done one, and she was kind of my hero for a sexually liberated woman back then. The photos were sexy, and I wanted to feel that way.
As I prepared for the shoot, I leafed through the pages of my husband's Playboys and Penthouse magazines, getting ideas about how to pose. I once asked him what he fantasized about when looking at the magazines. He said he pictured me in similar poses, and himself touching me, licking me, fucking me in the positions the girls were photographed in. I imagined him touching himself looking at my photos. Then I imagined other men looking at naked images of me; ogling me; cumming to photos of me.
I was getting wet and open thinking about it. I started fingering myself gently, then pulled out my vibrator. I started thinking about my husband stroking his cock looking at the photos. My mind wandered to other cute men and even women. All of them seeing me naked and turning themselves on. Some touching themselves. Some orgasming while fantasizing about me. With the hitachi pulsating against my clit, I fingered my pussy and had an orgasm. Just a small one to warm me up for the photo shoot.
Em was waiting there for me, as was our mutual friend, Isabel, the photographer. Her apartment was tastefully decorated and she had the lights and cameras set up. Surprisingly, there was a guy there. Isabel introduced him as Dom, a neighbor who worked in a camera store. He had loaned her some of the equipment and helped with the lights and had helped with Em's photo shoot.
"It's all professional," she assured me. Em nodded, and I didn't really mind. I was excited to get started.
We all had a toast of prosecco, and that helped loosen me up even more. Em touched up my hair and makeup and I already had on the first outfit, just a skirt and tank top. We started shooting right away. Isabel showed me some of the stills from the camera, and I looked as sexy as I had fantasized. Em kept shouting encouragement, and I tossed my hair like a pro.
Soon, I was pulling down the strap of the top, and exposing a little of my breast. The girls kept encouraging me and telling me how hot I looked. Dom was silently moving lights around and handing cameras to Isabel. Finally, I took the top off and Em hooted. "Look at those perky tits," she screamed.
I loved it. I had rarely been naked around anyone, and never while people were drunkenly shouting compliments. I arched my back, turned to the side and gave a sultry look.
Isabel told me to pose with my best - "Please fuck me" - expression. I tried, but broke up laughing.
"No seriously," she said. "Any men that see these - and some women - are going to imagine themselves fucking you. Your body is incredible. Give them that look."
Em brought over another glass for me to sip. I thought about how hot she looked in some of those photos.
"What's the secret to the 'fuck me pose'?" I asked.
She leaned close to me and brushed my hair back intimately. I was topless next to my sexy friend talking about naked poses. She put her hand on my shoulder, and gently slipped it down so her fingers brushed my nipple, which hardened to the touch. She whispered in my ear, while delicately - almost accidentally - fondling my breast.
"I sat back and imagined a hot guy kneeling in front of me. Naked, with a huge erect cock," Em said. "I pictured him eating me out slowly and gently. When I was picturing that, those were my best photos."
That did it for me. I looked at the camera as if it were a sexy man leering at me, his cock standing at attention.
"Perfect expression," Isabel said. Dom broke his silence, to say - "That works."
I could barely hear them. I was in my own world picturing naked men - sometimes my husband, sometimes old boyfriends, sometimes strangers - all with huge erections lusting after me.
I pulled off the skirt and took a couple shots with my panties and no top. But I quickly pulled off my underwear. I had planned to do more teasing shots in my underwear, but Em's fantasy dirty talk had gotten me so wet, that I was embarrassed of the damp spot on my panties.
Em cheered at my nakedness and Dom stared. I met his gaze, and then looked at his crotch. There was a bulge stretching from his mid-thigh to his belt. He kept tugging up the waistline of his jeans to cover his hard-on.
I brought out a cardigan. My goal was to look innocent and sexy at the same time. I wanted it to casually fall perfectly open around my tits. I got on the floor and Dom moved low to get the lights position. I smiled at him and he awkwardly stepped back, trying to pull his shirt down to cover up his hardness.
Em leaned down to help open the cardigan and get me to tilt my neck in the most flattering way. She touched me gently on the stomach, just above my pubic hair, and then casually held the underside of my tit as she adjusted the sweater. She used a powder brush on my face, then tickled my hard nipple with it and smiled. She was teasing me, and we were both drunk enough to love it. I was open and wet now, with sexy visions swirling around my head.
I then put on some pearl necklaces for some shots. Em and Isabel were both touching my tits to arrange them around my breasts. I kept drinking. Dom was even taking a few sips and suggesting to the girls how to arrange the necklaces to "show off her perfect nipples."
All the attention kept my nipples erect, and I did a series of poses lying on the couch, and on the floor. Some with high heels. My favorite is me sitting up straight on the love seat with glasses on and my hair back in a bun, tendrils falling around my face. Three necklaces of different lengths are on are on, making a circle from my neck. They fell between my nipples and down to my thighs. I have heels on, my wedding ring is showing and I have an expression of sexy disinterest. Later, my husband proclaimed it his favorite. When I'm traveling, I always find it near the bed. I'm surprised it hasn't been stained with his cum.
What he doesn't know, is that when the photo was taken, I was staring at Dom. Dom was standing on a chair holding a light for the shot. I'm looking up at his face in the photo, but I had just stared at his crotch for long enough for him to know I noticed his erection. I was giving him my best "fuck me" look. At one point, he turned around and adjusted his pants again. My pussy was soaking thinking about his cock engorged and straining against his pants, all because he wanted me. I wasn't interested in Dom romantically, but physically I was craving cock. And he seemed to have a big one that was craving me.
