Chapter 3: Photoshoot

The three of us sat in the small waiting room of the studio that Michelle had booked us into. I could tell that my wife was still filled with an overpowering lust that had boiled up inside her during her time with Nate. A few times she’d asked Michelle if we could just leave and go home. I knew what she wanted. She needed to cum. She was all pent up, frustrated and confused about these strange new feelings coursing around inside her.

I wasn’t holding much hope for this photoshoot, the pictures around the waiting room were lovely, professional and boring as shit. And of course we’d just been treated to a right sight that I 100% couldn’t get out of my head.

Emily and Michelle were chatting between themselves, I’d tuned out until Emily got my attention, “Chris, did you really like what I just did?”.

I turned to her to see a scared and worried face, it was almost comical. “Honey, you were amazing. Yes I really liked what you did.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really dear, really really.” and I grinned at her.

She shook her head “But we’re married and I love you.”

I was about to answer when Michelle tutted “God Emily, he loves you obviously or he wouldn’t have stood there through that. And we’ve covered this to death. You’re a sexy woman and it’s ok to enjoy yourself like that.”

Emily rolled her eyes, I grinned more and quickly reassured her “She’s right, love. I love you loads and this is I guess just an extension of that. Let’s enjoy where it takes us.”.

“I can’t do, have a, you know, baby.” she couldn’t get her head around it.

I still couldn’t really understand it myself, however, quietly uttered “I know” and I reached forward putting my hand over her womb. There was silence between the three of us for a while, I left my hand there. We locked eyes.

Then I slowly lowered my eyes down her body. Over her new blouse that barely contained her chest over my hand that was still resting on her, to her short skirt. It was so strange to see her in a short skirt like this. Her thick thighs were just there, encased in what I knew was stockings, again not her usual attire. I was so horny, knowing that this amazing woman was my wife and a new part of her was being born. Here we were talking about her having a black baby, utterly mind-blowing.

I almost didn’t hear myself as I quietly mumbled to her “You were amazing kissing Nate.” my eyes still fixed on her legs, unable to look her in the eye right now. “I loved seeing you enjoying each other.”. I felt her shiver, she put a hand over mine. Both resting over her womb. I want to reinforce the message almost shivering as I did “I liked seeing his hands on you. His black hands feeling your body”.

That was too much, she pushed my hand away with a quiet “No” and I’d swear I heard her mutter under her breath, “I’m not a slag.” and she turned back to Michelle.

We left it all there for a few minutes of contemplation before a lady appeared through a doorway, introduced herself as Jennifer and led us in. Instantly I was ignored. The door was almost close in my face. I was very much not a part of this part of the day. Not much difference to how the day had gone so far but it was very apparent this time.

Jennifer was interesting, as I watched her talking with Michelle and Emily I couldn’t help but compare her to a curvier version of Haley Atwell. She kinda had my attention, which was weird to say that with my wife standing there dressed as she was. Jennifer was maybe in her late 20s, early 30s, she was dressed in tight black leggings, almost yoga, gym style and a fairly long, loose pink t-shirt. White trainers at the bottom and long flowing blonde hair at the top. A pretty woman, who likely went to the gym a lot.

The first 20 minutes of this had me sitting on a sofa, in the naughty boy corner, while the three women looked over a few printed books and scrolled around to look at various poses on a screen. I was getting bored when at last my wife stepped forward onto a wide, long roll of light grey cloth that Jennifer pulled down from a thing up high. It created a clear background and the room started to look professional as lights appeared to somehow lower themselves from the ceiling. I was impressed at the high tech setup of this place.

Jennifer instantly took charge as, just like that, the photos started. She instructed Emily on how to stand, move around, and what facial expressions to make. My wife, though looking sexy, looked so out of place, her movements and poses were stiff, she was clearly not relaxed, this wasn’t her world at all.

After a good 20 minutes, something had to give. Though Emily was trying, it just wasn’t smooth and Jennifer was getting a little frustrated. She remained professional and was constantly giving encouragement but it wasn’t getting through. I was far enough away that I couldn’t really hear what they were saying but I could hear Michelle trying to help. Emily kept looking over in my direction, I could see the turmoil in her eyes.

At that point Jennifer caught my wifes gaze and turned to look at me. She smirked as if she’d had a eureka moment and said something to them both. Michelle then nodded and walked over in my direction. “She not relaxing with you here.”

“Oh”

I didn’t have time to think that through before she tutted “You gonna bugger off for a bit then?” and smirked at me.

Oh that’s what she meant “Errr I guess.”

She quickly gave me instructions “Yup take a stroll, see you in an hour.”. She pivoted and left me, walking back towards her friend and the photographer. I didn’t hang around and quickly stepped away. Back in the mall, I started to wander around aimlessly.

I couldn’t get the vision of my wife with Nate just a few moments ago and how amazing she was. I started to worry and wonder about all this. Everyone has fantasies yer? But who actioned them? When you’ve fulfilled them, what happens next? Do new ones fill their space? Do they get more and more extreme? Where’s the limit? Could I already be getting us into serious trouble?

The balance of these worries and my kinky side fought in my head as I burned through time. I checked in with Claire via messages, she was fine and going to find her own way home. Something else popped into my head, what if she’d seen her mother kissing Nate? That was just the start though wasn’t it? She was going to have a brother or sister that wasn’t white. Suddenly, the realness of this all hit home. Shit what have I done?

I’d been gone for over an hour and a half so I thought it was time to head back.

Standing in the studio’s reception, I felt awkward thinking about going back into the room with the women. It was weird when I was asked to leave. I was also having second thoughts about all of this and didn’t know what to think. I must have paced around the room for a good 10 mins before eventually I shook myself and just opened the door and walked in. Acutely aware that I could have been anyone from the mall just barging in.

It took me a moment to work out what I was seeing. The room was a lot darker, there was a marble effect deep red background now behind my wife and she was sitting on what looked like a stone chair. God only knows where that came from. Michelle was nowhere in sight, but both the other two women were just in their underwear.

Yup I stood there gobsmacked to see my wife sitting there facing me in her new, amazing, lacy, white underwear set. It was actually glistening, like it was lit from within somehow. She was sitting with her legs wide apart, her hands on her knees and she was slightly leaning forward. This gave her miles of cleavage, and the lacy design of her knickers was pulled tight across her pussy, as were the garter straps holding her stockings up. I’d never seen her look like this. She looked like a different woman, she looked so sultry and erotic. I could imagine her on the cover of an erotic fiction book.

The other thing that caught my attention was that Jennifer was also in her underwear but still behind the camera. She was with her back to me and had what looked like a black sports bra on and a red thong. Her ass looked tight and sexy as hell. This was quite a scene.

I thought I’d stalled at the door but soon realised that I’d walked a few steps into the room when my shin hit a coffee table and it rang out in the room. Jennifer looked round at the noise, made eye contact but instantly spun her attention back to my wife. I met my wife’s eyes from across the room and I saw the same lustful look as when she was with Nate. It instantly started to drain away as I watched fear take over.

Jennifer must have felt the mood change as she quickly called out “Eyes here”. It was a loud, powerful command that Emily instantly honoured. She continued as if my interruption hadn’t happened. “Pull your elbows closer together, lean your breasts between them.” CLICK CLICK CLICK “Lean forward more” CLICK CLICK “Now bow your head.” CLICK CLICK CLICK “Fantastic, now keep your head there but tilt it up a little. A little more.” CLICK CLICK “Your legs have become loose again, wider and tense them.” CLICK CLICK “You can go wider than that” CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK “Wider still””CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK.

All the while she was moving around, changing the angle, capturing it all. I was instantly hard as a rock and my heart was again pounding. I never expected this. My wife was astonishing.

Jennifer continued to instruct Emily through some subtle changes in her pose. My wife was perfect, moving exactly as instructed, she was oozing sexuality. Her skin was shining and I could see why as I watched Jennifer spray her with something. It was more than water, maybe an oil.

Emily’s legs were so wide apart that her underwear was tightly stretched across her pussy. You could make out everything. I must have been standing there with my mouth aghast.

Jennifer then put her camera down telling my wife to relax. She walked over to her while spraying some oil into her hands and started to rub it over my wife’s face. She quickly moved onto her shoulders, arms and cleavage. She even reached deep inside the bra cups rubbing the oil all over my wife’s breasts. What was this for? But I wasn’t about to stop it. Emily didn’t flinch as she did this, another mind blown moment.

I was more surprised when Jennifer reached for the oil spray and really went to town on the bra. Covering it in loads of oil, then more on her hands and again she rubbed it into my wife’s breasts. I understood as I watched the lacy bra start to become almost wet and slightly see through. God this was amazing.

“Do the same for your knickers” as she handed my wife the bottle and stepped back. Picking up a towel she dried her hands and walking back to a laptop pressed some buttons and the lights changed to a bright red. She looked up at Emily and shook her head, the colour changed again to a deeper red, almost brown. Apparently, happy with that she picked up her camera as we watched my wife rubbing the oil into her knickers.

Again something I never thought I’d see.

When she thought she was done, a questioning look at Jennifer received a nod followed by a head nod towards the side and a cushion to which my wife threw the bottle. A surprisingly good shot.

Jennifer instantly got back into it. Posing my wife, this time also taking pictures from side on. You could definitely see a lot more this time. Her underwear had taken on a transparent look. How on earth did she get my wife to relax and pose like this? Where was Michelle?

That question was soon answered as she magically appeared next to me, purposefully rubbing her boob against my arm. I didn’t turn to greet her as she started to whisper to me straight away “I’m glad you left, she needed reassuring. Just look at her, deep down she’s a complete slut.”.

It looked like she was right. My concerns from earlier resurfacing, mixed with what I was now seeing and hearing. She looked so sexy and hot right now. She looked like a professional porn model that millions would drool over. Michelle continued “We need to get someone else’s cock into her quickly. Maybe Nate, maybe not. But she needs a stranger cock ruining her monogamy.” she tutted “Just look at her right now, you’d never think she’d only had one cock in her entire life. We have to fix that problem quickly. Get her over herself. You want that don’t you?”.

She rubbed her boob across my arm. I did want that for my wife didn’t I? I didn’t answer her and she carried on “I don’t care what you want now. She’s gonna get it if I have to pin her down and do it myself.” I turned to look at her. This was a Michelle that I didn’t know. She sounded vindictive and scary. She grinned at me “Oh yes, we need to accelerate your wife’s slutting.” and she stepped away from me up to Jennifer.

They both spoke quietly under their breaths so that I couldn’t hear. Jennifer continued to pose my wife and take pictures. And then it stopped.

Michelle announced “That’s it babe. Go get dressed, Jennifer needs to lock up.”.

My wife didn’t move from her current pose of one hand inside a bra cup and the other inside her knickers. Her pouty face towards the camera. However Jennifer had turned away and was now with her back to us on her laptop and her mobile. I was still confused as to why she was in her underwear but I wasn’t going to complain.

Michelle walked over to my wife, snapping her out of her daze and back into the room with us. She gave her instructions. Emily walked off behind a screen that I’d not noticed before. Her breasts jiggling with easy, small, slow, steps.

Michelle came over to me smiling “So how did today go? Achieved any dreams?”.

She damn well knew she’d blown my mind, I didn’t know where to start. “Utterly amazing.” and a big grin was about all I could manage. Turning to Jennifer we saw her put her phone down, we both sensed something changing.

For Next Time

Her expression was different and she looked almost a little nervous as she then turned to Michelle asking “Do you think Emily would be up for helping with a special commission I have?”.

“Let’s ask her.” Michelle smirked, turning to the screen “Emily love come over here.”. I turned to see my wife appear as she was just sliding her foot into her last new incredible heel, she stood and walked towards us. “Jennifer would like you to help her with a new commission, shoot thing.”.

“What now?” My wife was confused.

Jennifer quickly replied “No not now, we’d need to do some prep and setup.”.

“Oh.” was all Emily managed.

There was a stupid silence between the three women for a few moments. Before Michelle interjected “What’s the commission Jennifer?”.

Jennifer looked up at Emily and then back to Michelle as if taking stock on what to say next. She knew I was still there but again didn’t include me in the conversation. “I have various wealthy clients that like certain types of pics and sometimes videos.” she waited a few seconds before continuing, “They tell me what they like and I try to deliver for them every now and then. They pay very well.”

“You mean I’d get paid for you to take pictures of me?” Emily instantly asked.

Then Michelle asked the more important question, “These pictures, for private collectors, or public show?”

Jennifer addressed each woman “Yes Emily you’d get paid, how much depends on how you do and how far we go...” she let that trail off and she turned to Michelle “These are usually very private pictures, it depends on numerous factors.” I wanted to know more, I had a thousand questions ready but kept placid in the corner.

“What type of pictures and how much?” Emily went back to the money again.

Jennifer took a deep breath “Well, there are quite a few commissions that I expect you’d be good for but there’s one in particular that I know the client would be thrilled to see you in. You have certain attributes he’d fall in love with.” I could already guess what they were, I think Michelle and Emily could too.

Michelle then deliberately and slightly humiliatingly blurted out “Her massive tits?”.

Emily gasped, Jennifer nodded. She paused before delivering it as professionally as possible “They have a hucow fascination”.

“What’s that?” Emily looked concerned, but there was something that said excitement in her next word “Hucow”. Now I knew exactly what that was, having a keen interest in that also. But I fully expected Emily to not have a clue, I wondered if Michelle knew.

“Let me show you an example.” and Jennifer, clicked around a few folders and a picture popped up on the screen.

“Oh” and Emily literally took a step back from the screen, clearly shocked. Michelle was quiet as she took it in. I took a step forward to get a better look.

On the screen was a woman on all fours, it was a side profile shot. She was naked apart from a headband that had ears on it. It appeared that she was held in place via a metal frame of some sort. Her boobs were dangling free and downwards. It looked like she was in a barn of some sort, I couldn’t tell if it was staged or real.

Jennifer took our collective silence as an ok to proceed, as another picture appeared on screen. This one was similar except the woman had tubes attached to her boobs. I knew this was a milking machine. The set was different, I guess a bedroom of some sort. Both of the women we’d seen so far had much smaller boobs than Emily’s.

Another few seconds of silence passed before I felt a poke in my arm and looked across to Michelle. She was intently staring at me with raised eyebrows. She was asking if I was game for this, if I’d help push it on.

Of bloody course I would, I nodded a HUGE nod and grin. She nodded back and smirked, turning back to the screen “Jennifer I’m concerned that Emily isn’t ready for something like this. She’s very new to her sexuality.”

Jennifer nodded, “I understand, I just couldn’t help but ask.” She turned to Emily “She just has an amazing figure and well.” she smiled at Emily and looked at her boobs “she’d be perfect for it.”

Michelle seemed to shift to acting as Emily’s agent “I don’t think Emily wants to be objectified like that. Not for any kind of money.” she deliberately bought the money thing back up. “Also she doesn’t have milk.”.

Jennifer was clearly happy that this discussion wasn’t being shut down instantly. “The milk bit is fine, that’s just an added extra if and when possible.” Looking between the both of them she added “Depending on what level of this you want to participate in, the payment is between £1,000 and £10,000. I know one collector that has paid even more for a certain type of photo.”

I couldn’t help myself “Geezz over a grand, how much for what?” all three of them turned to me, as if they were startled to remember that I was in the room.

Jennifer smirked at me, spotting a perverted husband. Taking a deep breath before sharing “Well one video shoot was milking an actual pregnant woman while she was having sex, in one of those frames. She was paid some £20k for that 30 minute video. And no, there are no copies that I can show anyone.”

Emily didn’t take any of that onboard, she was still captivated about the money and the hucow thing “Err, what does the range cover?” I guess that meant that it was on the cards? “For this cow thing?” she inadvertently squeezed her arms into her boobs as she asked.

“Well at the bottom end for this category, for say £1k we’d be talking about some fully naked pictures in a cow like pose. Then add another £1k or so as we strap you, err, her into a milking frame.” she was watching Emily closely “Then add another k or so as you get attached to a milking machine, then a bit more if you actually produce milk. Right up to a video of someone having sex with you whilst you’re being milked and locked into place.” Even Michelle gasped at that. “Of course the collector may want to pay a bonus or make new offers once they’ve seen the initial pictures.”

Michelle took Emily’s arm and the two of them walked away out of range. They looked over our way a few times during a short discussion. I was wondering just how far this was all going to go today. We’d started having a coffee, onto sexy clothes, then lunch, making out and being felt up by a black man, then some tame pictures and now this. Surely we weren’t about to turn my wife into a Hucow. Surely not already, not this quickly?

What were they talking about over there? Just before they came back my wife shook her head a no. I don’t know what was discussed but Michelle was back in control when they got back to us.

“Interesting. So we could start with our hucow here posing with her udders out and see where it goes?” Ooh wow I loved a lot of that sentence, though I’m not sure Emily did.

“Please don’t make me do any of this, it’s so degrading.” Emily pleaded. Where did that come from ‘don’t make me’ we weren’t making her do any of this. Everything today was as she’d ok it.

Michelle heard something different and latched onto it “Emily I think you need to do this. I certainly want to see you posing for Mr H. And I expect Chris does too?” Mr H, where’d she get that from? I guess Mr Hucow? “I think you should do this for Chris as it’s what he wants.”

All three of them looked at me and Emily asked “Chris you don’t want to see my being used like a cow do you? Please don’t do that to me.” I then saw what Michelle had latched onto. It was almost comical. Please don’t, but please do.

I took the risk, my heart pounding in my chest “I want you to do this Emily. I want to see you act like a human cow.”.

She gasped “Oooo noooo” and bowed her head. Jennifer smirked knowing that this was heading in the right direction.

I added “You know I’ve always wanted you to share your amazing udders with people. This is it. Do this for me.”

Michelle took charge, “Perfect we’ll make arrangements. I have your details Jennifer, I’ll be in contact.” then turning to my ashamed wife “Emily this will be exciting wont it. Chris is so happy.”. All three women looked at me, I put on my best smile, which was easy. Emily nodded at me, defeated, but there was again something in her eye. A twinkle, that new look, she was excited even if she didn’t want to admit it.

Dressing for Work

Monday morning after our crazy mall weekend and we were following our usual routine. Emily announced that she was doing a sales call with one of the guys this afternoon. This wasn’t unusual, but sometimes it meant she’d be thirty minutes later than usual, due to traffic.

Half way through my morning work I received a text from Michelle, ‘Encourage her to wear something sexy to work this afternoon. Her meeting is with Terry the perv.’ That certainly woke me out of my mundane workday. How do I even approach something like that? I never usually get involved with what she’s wearing.

Then the planets aligned via a delivery. It was a load of new underwear for Emily. It was all of the new sexy stuff to replace the old panties I’d thrown out. I’d kinda forgotten about them. I popped the box on our bed for now, and realized that this may have opened a window for me. Emily usually started to get ready for work around noon, to get to work around one. In order that I may have an influence on her attire, I aligned my workload with her’s and then around eleven thirty, I went looking for her.

I found her just wrapping something up on her tablet. “Did you see what I popped onto the bed?” I quizzed, leaning against the door.

She looked up and smiled, “Yup, they’re very nice. Not much to a lot of them and they must have cost a fortune?”

“Gonna wear something for the meetings today?” I asked. “You know to feel sexy underneath.” I didn’t let on that I knew she was meeting with Terry today.

“No I don’t think so.” she replied, while putting the tablet down and standing up, heading upstairs to get ready.

What Michelle said the other day had rung a bell with me, and gave me a bit of confidence to speak up. “Go on do it for me, you know I’d love it if you did.” I said, as she stopped halfway up the stairs, turning her head to look back at me, still leaning in the doorway.

“You really want me to wear some sexy underwear to go to work? No one’s going to see it, why would I,” she asked, and looked at my crotch, and then back to my grinning face. “God are you not getting enough sex or something? We’ve done it four times in the last few days, that’s a record for us.”.

I started towards the stairs with a look in my eyes, she saw it and said “Ok ok, no we don’t have time for that now though,” she laughed and continued up the stairs. I followed close behind.

We laid all the sets of sexy bras and panties out on the bed. They looked amazing. New sets of bras each with two pairs of matching knickers, mostly thongs, some high waist garter belts. I had spent nearly £600 on all of it, purchasing a few white sets, some black sets, a dark blue, a red, and a nude set, which was all lacy. I didn’t bother with any push-up nonsense. It looked a little comical actually, as the bras were huge underwire things that dwarfed the tiny panties. I guess they had to be, to hold her boobs in place. I’d ordered a few knickers a bit on the small side, size 10. They were the silk ones, and I imagined them tightly fitting her, and separating her pussy lips. I wasn’t really sure if that was possible, or comfortable, but I envisioned them looking great and feeling amazing on her. Most of the knickers were size twelve or fourteen. They covered the entire bed. I was rather pleased with myself at this point.

“I’m going to regret this, but go ahead, pick a set for me to wear today,” she offered me.

I excitedly reached for a completely transparent, white set made of a light, sheer material. It included a small sized thong and matching bra. The bra really wouldn’t offer much support, but that was the whole point. I handed them to her.

“Jeezzus, really,” she said, as she took them from me and simultaneously noticed the tent in my jeans. When she goes on sales calls she always wears a blouse and skirt, the skirt is usually long and she always wears a matching jacket. The jacket never comes off either. “And don’t wear the jacket all the time babes. It’s a lovely day.” I smiled at her.

“I can’t do that, I’m going to be with that old perv, Terry,” she said with a frown.

I could see her mind working. I could almost feel her worry, I guess she’s thinking back to whatever happened that other evening at the bar.

“Aww, you’ll be fine. Why don’t you give the old dude something to dream about? Give him something nice to look at,” I smirked.

She looked slightly worried. “You have no idea what he used to be like though, and after the other night...” she let her thoughts trail off.

I’d swear I could see her breathing increase and then that look in her eyes again. It seemed to me almost say ‘please don’t make me do this, I enjoyed it too much.’ Something like that. I’d capitalise on it.

“For me honey, I’d love knowing you’re out there teasing him and looking as sexy as you can.” I grinned.

She sighed, “Ok babes, I’ll try.” and she just looked at me confused.

Sod it, lets go for gold “I love the new you honey.” she raised an eyebrow and I quickly continued “Wearing sexy clothes, kissing and being felt up by Nate, those photos.” I saw her cheeks blush “Your are an amazing sexy woman and I want to share you with the world.” I let that sink in a second as she stood there with the sexy undies in her hand.

She was listening and not telling me off, for a change. It was time to take a risk I sat on the bed infront of her “Let yourself go love, let him see something.”. She shook her head a no but didn’t say anything so I continued, “Yes, I want you to let him see your amazing body. God I’d be fine with you fucking him really.” and I smiled at her as she tutted. “I’m just saying whatever happens, I love you and support it all. And I mean ALL of it.” I wasn’t 100% sure what that meant really but my horny brain was driving right now.

She shook her head again “But Chris, he’s not like...” she paused and I answered “Nate” she squirmed at his name and nodded.

“Maybe that’s part of the extra thrill. Let someone you’d never look at enjoy you.” I’d deliberately worded it like that, like she’d be letting him and not just touch but more.

With that she took a deep breath, turned around and walked into the en-suite with the new underwear in her hand. I heard her turn on the shower, and I took that as my queue to let her get ready and so I went back to work.

About thirty minutes later, I heard her on the stairs and I turned around to see her walking down the hallway. She didn’t pop in to see me but rather headed to the kitchen. I heard her running the tap for a glass of water. Then I hear her heels clicking as she appeared in front of me, in my office doorway.

“Are you sure about this?” she asked me, standing there.

She looked lovely, subtly sexy without being overtly so. In fact she was not really sexy enough in my opinion. If a stranger dressed like this were to walk past me, I’d notice, but probably not even take a second glance. I smiled and took in her beauty. Black, low, one inch heels. I guess that she had black tights on with a knee-length skirt, not short enough and not tight enough, yet. Her matching jacket showed a white blouse underneath. She wore her usual light makeup and jewellery. She looked beautiful, but not as sexy as I wanted.