Behind the Lens: My Model

The studio had been my sanctuary for years, a place where I could escape and express my creativity behind the lens. My wife had initially been hesitant about my photography hobby, but after years of financial struggle, she had finally relented and agreed to pose for me.

I had booked a small studio room for three hours that evening, and my wife had shown up with a small case of clothes and makeup. She asked me not to introduce her as my wife, which I found amusing, and I went along with her request.

“Please don’t mention that to anyone,” she whispered, as we entered the studio. I smiled and nodded, eager to get started with the shoot. As we set up, I couldn’t help but notice the other group of photographers booked into the neighboring room. They seemed to be having a disagreement with the owner, and I overheard them complaining about their model not showing up.

I continued to take shots of my wife, who was sitting on a bed dressed in a navy blue and white dress with white lingerie underneath. She seemed a bit uncomfortable, and I attributed it to the noise from the other group. I stepped out to ask them to keep it down and took the opportunity to use the bathroom.

As I was in the bathroom, I had no idea what was happening just a few feet away from me. My wife was being pressured by the owner into posing for the other group of photographers, who were eager to take risqué shots of her. She was hesitant at first, but eventually agreed to do it for a fee.

“We’ll pay you well, and you can keep your undies on,” the owner said with a smile. My wife nodded, still looking nervous, and the photographers began to set up their cameras. As they started to take shots, my wife seemed to relax and even began to enjoy the attention.

Back in the coffee room, I was sipping on a coffee and looking at the photos of my wife. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and excitement at how beautiful she looked. But little did I know, she was about to take things to a whole new level.

“Okay sexy, we’ve agreed to up the rate, and we want you to continue to bare a little more skin,” one of the photographers said, his voice dripping with excitement. My wife smiled and began to tease, displaying her naughty side and easing her legs apart.

As the photographers continued to take shots, my wife became more and more comfortable, even going so far as to slip her panties down her legs and onto her ankles. The guys were all turned on, and they each had their cocks out, wanking slowly.

My wife then sank to her knees, facing the guys, and told them to file past and touch her face with their cocks. She was suddenly, and surprisingly, being such a slut. The guys were hesitant at first, but eventually began to move towards her.

“Now, come around this end and let me taste every one of you,” she said, her voice husky and seductive. The guys hurried to the end of the couch, their cocks in hand, and my wife began to give them the blowjobs of their lives.

I had no idea what was happening just a few feet away from me, but I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and excitement at how beautiful my wife looked. She was in sex heaven, and I was about to be in for a big surprise.

“Stop,” my wife said loudly, as one of the guys came towards her. But instead of stopping, she motioned for them to come around to the end of the couch. “Now, come around this end and let me taste every one of you,” she said, her voice husky and seductive.

As she finally released him from her hold, she said, “Alright, guys, it’s time to wrap things up. You each have one minute to indulge in my mouth. Make it count.” The first man slid his cock back into her warm, wet mouth, and she worked it with a fervent intensity, desperate to coax him to orgasm. His minute was almost up, and she began to guide him away, but he was too far gone – he blew his load right into her open mouth, splattering her cheek with a generous helping of cum. The man’s groans were music to her ears as he stumbled backward, still reeling from the intensity of his climax.

“Next,” she said, her eyes never leaving his as she licked her lips, savoring the taste of his release. The young man who had been waiting in line was up next, his cock twitching with anticipation as he pushed it into her throat. He was a quick study, and he too was soon reduced to a quivering mass of pleasure, his cum shooting out of him in a fierce, pulsating burst. Her eyes widened as she swallowed, her throat muscles working to accommodate the flood of semen.

Before she could even draw a breath, the next man was pushing his way to the front, his cock thrusting into her mouth with a ferocity that left her reeling. She had one hand on his ass, the other cupping his balls, and she was working him with a fierce, almost primal intensity. The cameras snapped away, capturing every moment of her oral acrobatics, and the man’s face contorted with pleasure, his eyes rolling back in his head as he teetered on the brink of orgasm.

He didn’t quite make it, and she pushed him away, a hint of disappointment in her voice. “Unlucky, next,” she said, her eyes flashing with a mischievous spark. The final man was up next, and he too was soon reduced to a quivering mass of pleasure, his cock thrusting into her mouth with a fierce, almost brutal intensity.

As the last man withdrew, she rolled over onto all fours, her ass presented to the cameras like a tantalizing offering. “You,” she said, her voice husky with desire, “get that cock up me from behind now and give me my pleasure.” The man pulled her hips toward him, spreading her wide open as he guided her back onto his rock-hard cock. The cameras snapped away, capturing every moment of her pleasure as she rolled her head back, her body thrumming with desire.

Sat outside, you must have heard the enthusiastic round of applause that erupted as the men finished their shoot and handed her a wad of cash. They thanked her profusely, and you too, as you were finishing your coffee. You muttered something in response, but you were still reeling from the sheer intensity of what you’d just witnessed.

As you entered the studio, you found your wife frantically trying to get dressed, her clothes scattered all over the floor. You asked if she was okay, and she turned to you with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Yes, thanks,” she said. “I think I’ve found a new vocation in life.”

“Oh, so you enjoyed it in the end, then?” you asked, still trying to process what you’d just seen.

“Yes, and if you ever need a model again, you only have to ask,” she said, her voice husky with desire. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against your ear. “I think I’m going to be very good at this new career of mine.”