Photographer can not resist directing is own cuckolding
Photographer can not resist directing is own cuckolding
I am a photographer and had an assignment for a modern relationship magazine involving couples in real live life style situations.
I asked my wife and best friend to model and they would get paid. Both had been models for me previously but in separate situations. I took them on a couples walk in the park; cooking together for a breakfast; a night on the town; cuddling together on the couch in the evening and even asked them to pose in a very innocent looking bedroom scene.
In each setting they were to truly act close and in love. The images were looking great and I was really pleased so were my editors who decided to expand the coverage to a keeping love and intimacy alive in a relationship.
They were perfect for the images, my wife is great looking and a very sexually aware person and kind of a flirt and my friend is tall, classically handsome and well I'll just say he knows his way around women.
The first photos were of them getting ready to go out. Her doing her makeup in a mirror with the back off her evening dress slightly unzipped and he putting on a dress shirt and tie. I was thrilled the perfect amount of closeness without being too much for my editors. I even asked them for a pose with a simple loving looking kiss. It was perfect.
We went to a nice hotel lounge with perfect backgrounds. First they sat at the bar for a few shots and had a drink while I shot from across the room with a telephoto lens, too far away to direct them so I asked them to just act natural in the part of a loving couple. The dress she had chosen was amazing and showed her perfect figure and cut low enough that her cleavage was somewhat on display. He was in a dress suit with a somewhat tight jacket that showed off his muscular chest.
They were perfect together and even held hands and got close whispering in each others ear, even a light but intimate date night kiss. Then I asked them to move to a darker part of the lounge with a stream of light pouring in gently from the side. The light silhouetted him and illuminated my wife including her b******.
At this point I was again across the room with a telephoto lens. They again played their parts perfectly. A waiter came by asking if they wanted anything. My wife leaned forward and I could see more of her b******, and no dought the waiter was given an opportunity as well as he stayed by their table talking and paying attention to her every word and movement.
Suddenly I realized I was getting aroused watching the scene play out.
Nothing really happened at the bar and the photos continued to get better and better. In this spot they even touched and kissed more and more. I let them finish what was now their second glass of wine.
Finally, I had rented a room at this hotel, which was a luxury hotel in Des Moines. The room looked out over a beautiful part of the city with glowing night sky and street lamps. I had arranged for flowers and a bottle of champaign.
They were thrilled with that and continued to play their parts while I made more images. He opened the bottle and poured the glasses to just the right fill level. They toasted each other with their arms intwined like lovers would. Then he escorted my wife to the balcony. The lighting was amazing and he even put his arm around her waist very low and then moved his hand up close enough that he had to have been able to feel the side swells of her breast.
I kept making photos but I had begun to feel really excited. I worked quickly. Still playing the part they kissed a couple of times. I praised them for the images and asked for two more shots.
One, I needed a discrete shot that looked like he was unzipping my wife's dress. So I prepared the shot lighting so that all the lights were off but a candle and the city lights streaming in on them with a mirror in front of them. I said ok go ahead. My wife had her back to my best friend and she kind of giggled and smiled at me as he started to unzip her dress. I had them repeat the shot several times to get it just right and give my editors plenty to work with.
The second shot was more intimate. They needed to be in bed looking like they were finishing the night in a loving affectionate embrace. They were kind of surprized but agreed. So my wife told him to finish what he started with her dress offering him her back. I shot more of this as the zipper went down and suddenly realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. He pushed the straps off her shoulders and I could see her in the mirrow and so could he. My best friend was left standing there as she walked to the bed. He hurried to remove his clothing and was now down to his boxers. I could tell my wife was feeling fine from two glasses of wine and the campaign. They were both laughing - me too. The laughter reduced the embarrassment and tension of the moment.
So I went right to work giving them instructions, which really felt weird tellling my best friend how to embrace my wife and make it look real. I mean seriously they, at this point, needed little direction. They were almost on auto pilot. My wife’s breast kept poping free from the sheets and she kept covering them as they made different positions for me. I know my best friend had to have an erection, you could see it bulge up in the sheets and my wife I think felt it as they hugged and kissed.
When I was done I decided I wanted a couple more shots. I couldn’t help it. In my mind I wanted more and though maybe I would even join them. I told my best friend to lay on top of my wife and hold her breast so the camera couldn’t see more of their bodies to just about thier waists. It didn’t really take much convincing. My wife giggled again and ask me if that was really what I wanted. I nervously nodded yes. So she boldly exposed herself and held the sheets up for my friend. At this point I saw that they had both removed her panties and his boxers. They were skin to skin and I saw that my friend had a huge erection.
I was shocked but said nothing trying to act professional. I arranged the shot with the sheets just discretly showing a little skin and I even moved his hand to exactly the right spot to cup my wife’s b****** perfectly so her nipple would not show. Which as I arranged it, left his fingers covering right on top of her nipples. At this point my wife made eye contact with me as he arranged himself on top of her.
Then suddenly I saw her eyes roll back and her mouth gape open. My mind was racing and I wondered if he had penetrated her. I quickly began shooting images again. I made several photos then told my best friend to slide down three of four inches. I made more images then told him to move up five or six inches. That’s when I became sure he was inside her. She gripped the sheets and and gasped for a breath so deep and held her breath as he moved forward.
In a half a second or so she opened her eyes to look at me and I knew this was her moment, their date, not mine.
So I acted like my battery had died. So lame.
I told them I would be right back. But they knew it would take me at least 12 or so minutes to get to my car in the parking garage and 12 or so to get back. They had at least 20-25 minutes. I mean it was only fair of me to give them an opportunity to finish what I had started. So I left not appearing to hurry.
As I closed the door I heard my wife moan really hard. So instead of going to the parking garaged I stood there outside the door listening to my best friend and my wife have s**. After 10 minutes the elevator down the hall arrived and I started walking away so it didn’t look like I was eavesdropping to the couple from the elevator. As I got to the elevator and they past our room I heard my wife scream as she came. They kind of freaked and hurried to their room. I went to the bar.
I had a shot of whiskey and the bartender asked me where the models were. I said they were busy. He laughed and said he would be busy with her too if he was that guy, as he added how perfect her t*** looked. That was intence and he noticed my uneasiness and gave me another pour on the house. When I went back to the room. They were dressed and seemed perfectly alright, as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.
My best friend left. My wife decided she wanted to go to the bar. On the way down she said she wanted more towels in the room and walked to the front desk to tell them. We then went to the bar to the delight of the bartender. Who poured our drinks on the house. He got an eyefull as my wife’s b****** were showing off wonderfully. She kind of teased both of us right there in public.
After our second round we went back to the room. Where I discovered that the bed had been remade. We made love and nothing was ever said.
But I was hooked and still am. I decided to tell them the editor loves the images and that the editors want to use the same models. What is even more amazing is that the editors have said just that, they loved the images and they would like to do three more shoots. Each one progressively more clear on their personal intimacy. They are also tripling the modeling fees to $1,500 per hour.
So, now I am in a position to have been told by my editors, I will need to use the same models, my best friend and my wife, as models for the next chapters of arranging for my deeper and more complete cuckolding and paying them to do it. -FH