Photo Shoot Up-sell

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Reluctant, Coercion, Heterosexual, Fiction, Cheating, Wife Watching, Voyeurism, Big Breasts, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Sam and Janet's sex life had become boring. After Sam's suggestion about swinging was soundly rejected by Janet, his friend Smith referred him to a photo studio that had done wonder's for Smith's sex life by making his wife feel sexier, posing in erotic costumes. But Smith warned Sam that optional services had run up the bill, so he should be careful.

If I would have asked my wife Janet, "Do we need to put some spice back into our marriage?" I'm certain she would have agreed. We always enjoyed sex, but, as the song lyric goes, the thrill was gone. Our actions had become monotonous. Her demeanor during sex was one of obligation, not pleasure. But being the misguided soul that I am, I asked an even stranger question. "Honey, do you have the urge to sleep with anyone else?"

"Sam! Of all the things you could ask me! Really!"

I noticed she hadn't answered the question. "Not because I'm not terrific in the sack-" Which I am. "- But maybe having another partner would rev up our sexuality. You'd have to admit, things have gotten a bit sameo-sameo."

"I think you're terrific in bed. You know just how to get me off." She was right, of course. Even though our sexual activities were clones of previous encounters, I still knew what she liked. She closed the distance between us and pressed her body against mine. My cock inflated at her proximity. "Besides, to be fair, you'd have to swap too. And I just don't think I could handle it emotionally, knowing that you were giving pleasure to some other woman." Her hand ran from my chest to my crotch. "I'd be terribly jealous."

And so, as quickly as I'd presented the concept, I dropped it. Arms around each other's waists, we sauntered into the bedroom, stripped off each other's clothes and luxuriated in prolonged sex, better than we'd had in months. If just talking about a change got us excited, what if we really did something?


The next week, over a beer with my friend Smith, I shared my conversation with Janet about extramarital sex.

"Are you asking for a volunteer?" His smile was too broad. "I mean, Janet is a bit thin for my taste, and her chin is too pointy, you know-"

I punched his shoulder. Hard. "I wasn't asking you to sleep with her. Sheesh."

He rubbed the point of impact. "Maybe you should get Janet what I got Missy for her birthday. An erotic photo shoot. She loved it. Came back all glowing. My sex life perked up ever since. And if I refer you, you get a discount and I get a $50 finders fee."

The idea intrigued me. Erotic photos would bolster Janet's self-image and also provide titillating material for my viewing. "Yeah, go ahead, send in the referral but give them my email instead of my phone number so I can surprise her."

"Will do. But I have to warn you. His prices are cheap up front, but the bill he gave me when I came back to pick Missy up was way more. I mean like ten times more! She explained to me afterwards that she chose some additional services on top of the base package. So, make your deal up front with him and warn Janet not to get coaxed into anything else.

The email message from the company confirming the discounted price - $50 off of $149 - arrived a couple of days later. Laid out with fancy script fonts, it was decorated with provocative photos of two young and attractive people - a man and a woman - both in skimpy attire. I printed it out on the company color laser printer to make it look special. That night, I sprung the surprise. "Honey, I got you something I think you'll really enjoy." I handed her the service certificate.

She read it, her jaw dropping open as she looked up. "Oh, honey, what a thoughtful gift! When can we do it?"

"This is just for you, dear. How about Saturday?"

She agreed. The next morning I called the studio and made the reservation. The person on the other end was breathy and female. My imagination associated her voice to the sexy young woman from the certificate. Maybe for some occasion, Janet would buy me something equivalent.


Saturday morning, Janet came out of the bathroom, her hair freshly coiffed. "What should I wear? Should I bring anything?"

"They didn't say. But you look terrific just the way you are." She'd chosen a white blouse and modest dark blue skirt that hung past her knees.

During the drive to the studio's address, I didn't tell Janet about the up-sells because I didn't want to come off as a cheapskate. On the other hand, I didn't want her to get suckered into a bunch of expensive additional services. Maybe I could have a discussion with the proprietor off to the side and work things out in advance.

We used public parking a couple of doors down from a three-story building. A sign with a similar script font to the one in the email confirmation announced "House of Beauty - Second Floor."

We walked up - there wasn't an elevator - and opened the wood door with frosted glass insert.

A gentleman in a black suit and slicked back hair stood in an empty foyer. "Greetings." He bowed. "My name is Alonzo. I am the photographer."

"Hi, I'm Sam and-"

He cut me off in mid sentence. "And who is this gorgeous creature?"

"My wife Janet."

He took her hand and kissed it. So continental. "Beautiful. Simply beautiful." The color of her cheeks and broad smile told me I was already getting my money's worth. "Let me show you the studio. Please forgive, we are renovating." He led us through a hallway past a reception desk staffed by the same young woman from the certificate. She was even sexier with clothes on, straight dark hair framing her face. Her scoop-necked blouse confirmed her breasts size and shape, just like the photo on the certificate. "Ah, this is my daughter Daniela. She assists me with clients." Daniela smiled at us, and winked at me after Janet walked past. Was that standard, for his daughter to flirt with clients' husbands? Maybe boosting my ego was a free bonus.

Alonzo opened the first door on the left. The room was the size of a bedroom, white curtains draped along the back and a wall-sized mirror on the front. The far wall directly across had a plain door, just like the one we'd entered. In the middle of the mirror wall was a camera on a motorized tripod. "So here we are."

"How does this work, exactly?" asked Janet. I had the same question.

Alonzo shoved his hands into his suit jacket pockets. "Many of my early clients preferred for me not to be in the same room during the session. They said having me so close made them nervous. I could not get them to expose their true emotions. So now I operate the camera remotely from behind the mirror-" He pointed. "-And I provide guidance via the speakers." He pointed to baffled units in the corners near the ceiling.

"I wouldn't mind if you were in the room." Janet licked her lips.

Was the mere idea of posing and undressing in front of a stranger exciting? That made a good session likely, but didn't make me confident that Janet would constrain her service add-on choices.

"I appreciate your trust." Alonzo reached out. "Now, what clothing items did you bring?"

Janet slapped at my shoulder. "I told you I should have brought some outfits."

"Do not be upset. I have an extensive wardrobe from which you can rent for the session." Alonzo waved his hands. "Very reasonable. Fifty dollars per outfit."

The base price had been a buck short of one hundred dollars. Just two outfits would double the cost. Smith had been so right and I had been so stupid. "Okay, we'll rent two outfits, plus the one Janet is wearing."

"Good. Good. I will arrange for a selection." Alonzo left via the opposite door.

I had to say something. "Jan, we have to be careful. I want you to have a good time but-"

Janet cupped my face. "You don't have to tell me. Only add what's necessary. It's my money, too." She game me a passionate kiss that lasted until Alonzo's return.

"Ah, your passion revealed. This will be a marvelous session." He strode towards us. "Two costumes are being selected for you as we speak."

"You mean I don't pick them out?" Janet's eyebrows dipped.

"I am so sorry. With the remodeling, they are not customer accessible. But Gian will choose something exceptional for you that will enhance your camera presence. Now, would you like your make-up professionally applied?"

I said "No" at the same time Janet said, "Yes!" I gave Janet a glare but she nodded in acceptance. Perhaps our definitions of necessary were different.

"So that is a yes. And your hair?" Alonzo toyed with the bouncy strands covering one of Janet's ears.

"No! Her hair looks fine." Had I shouted? Janet shot me a stare. I'd been too curt with my reply. Would she have accepted that service as well?

"Okay, Daniela will do your make-up." Without saying or doing anything, in walked Daniela wearing a smock. Hiding her breasts made her all the sexier. "Please follow my daughter, and she'll prepare you."

Janet have me a hug and a quick peck on the lips. "I'll see you later, in, what, about an hour?"

Alonzo nodded.

I got another wink from Daniela over Janet's shoulder. She was flirting all right, but there would be no opportunity to take advantage.

After they left, instead of departing, I followed Alonzo further down the hall. "Listen, my pal Smith told me you like to add things on to the basic package. I understand, that's how you make a living. But I don't want for the price of this session to go crazy."

Alonzo halted. "You do not trust your wife to make these decisions?"

There were more adders and more decisions? "I guess not."

He rubbed his chin. "Fine. Then join me behind the mirror for the shoot. I will only offer services you approve."

"Really? Okay, you're on." As a bonus, I expected I'd get aroused at the sight of Janet in those two 'costumes.'

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