1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 24


    Date: 8/8/2017, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 49, Source: LushStories

    some were almost like dance poses, the two touching each other, but with gracefulness and flowing lines emphasized over nudity and sexuality. In the final few, however, the theme turned decidedly sexual. Their positions relative to each other became very suggestive, and in the last three the man was fully erect and the woman appeared aroused as well, her face and chest now flushed and her nipples hard and prominent. As in the others, they were touching in various ways, most of them now quite sexual. In the final shot of the series, she was kneeling slightly in front of him with her head against his thigh, one hand wrapped around his hard cock and the other cupping his balls. I looked across at Derek, and then held up the book. “Is this an example of the kind of photos you anticipate using Alli in?” He shrugged. “I don’t know, to be honest. I don’t have every shot laid out in my head, and some things might be situational; there’s a degree of opportunism involved in getting great photos, and you have to have the flexibility to adjust and the knack to know when the moment is just right.” I brought the book back down again, to where Allison and I could see it. “I don’t think I’d be okay with Alli posing like this with some strange guy.” “They’re professional models, Dave; posing is what they do, and there’s no shame in them touching each other for the sake of getting the shot.” He appeared to be genuinely concerned that I might be balking, unwilling to give the go-ahead. He ...
    went on, “Anyone she works with would be a pro as well, unless you’d like to pose with her…” I laughed. “I’m scarcely model material. Sorry, no, my wife has all the good looks in this family.” He smiled. “You look fine, and you appear to keep yourself in good shape. You don’t have to be model-pretty for this kind of thing; it’s not commercial and it’s not being used to promote anything or sell a product to anyone in the false hope that it will make them as beautiful as the models.” He nodded toward the book. “Keep looking, and you’ll see what I mean.” So we did, Alli leaning against me and looking over my shoulder, although I felt quite sure she had already seen this book before I got home. The photos varied from very mild to quite explicit, some solo males or females, others with two or more people in varying combinations. There was no doubt that they were largely well-done and erotic, some quite sensual and others more sexual, and my body responded accordingly; soon I was as hard as a rock and throbbing, my susceptibility to visual stimuli again my downfall. I could feel Alli’s breathing quickening as well, and I knew she was also becoming aroused. For me, I think it was mostly the pictures I was looking at, and less the thought of seeing my wife in similar shots, possibly touching and being touched in such intimate ways by other men or women. I’d be lying, however, if I said that was not a contributing factor, and I had to wonder which of those factors was having the more ...