Sharon Finds Erotic Photography Ch. 05

In Chapter 4, Sharon's new girlfriend, a swimwear model named Liana, teased her with images of a hot threesome with boyfriend Jay. While Sharon came hard, she realized that it must remain a fantasy, that the risks were too great. This chapter tests her further, as Jay himself comes for a photo session and more at Joannie's studio. Will Sharon hold firm? Or, will she fall to temptation?

She meets Jay

I crept quietly along the passageway into the spa area. I could hear the shower running and it sounded like he was singing, a wanna-be opera performer. Peaking around the corner and through the glass panels, I could see his naked body, eyes closed as the water spilled over his blonde locks. His arm was moving back and forth.

"What is he doing?" I wondered. "Oh my god! He isn't!"

The trouble had started in the studio this morning when he came for a catalogue assignment. Joannie had warned me that Liana's boyfriend Jay would be in for a Tropica Sun and Swim Creations shoot.

"Remember what I said about him, Sharon. He's trouble, so be careful. But, like Liana, I want to get his photo contracts with Tropica, so we must treat him very well. Please double check that everything is in the spa: big towels, soaps and shampoo, everything tidy. The cleaners were in on the weekend, so everything else should be fine."

The doorbell rang and I welcomed a tall, handsome man of about thirty into the studio. He was well-groomed and his blonde hair perfectly styled. Impeccably dressed, he carried himself with a confidence bordering on cockiness. When he turned his penetrating steely blue eyes onto me and spoke, he had my full attention.

"You must be Sharon, right? Liana told me you were good-looking, and she was right about that. I'm Jay." He offered me his hand and when I took it, he squeezed tight. "I hope that you'll be helping out today, Sharon. Liana tells me that you took good care of her." He smiled knowingly, obviously in on the secrets we girlfriends shared. I didn't say anything. I was a bit tongue-tied when I ushered Jay to a seat and went to fetch Joannie.

"Oh my god! He is gorgeous!" I whispered to her, hand covering my mouth to mask an obvious secret.

"Wait until you see him in a Speedo, Sharon. Let's just say that he is very 'well-endowed'. He may be dangerous, but he sets my pulse racing."

"I wonder if he will need any help changing, or in the shower, like Liana?" I had joked.

"No. But you do need to set out the Tropica box for him in the dressing area. Otherwise, stay out of there! He may be charming, but..."

"Oh, come on, Joannie. He can't be that bad. Seemed like a gentleman to me when he came in".

"With Jay, good first impressions are not necessarily lasting impressions," Joannie concluded and turned abruptly to get some equipment ready.

As the blonde swimwear god posed that day, he was cool and professional, following the photographer's directions, and occasionally sneaking a sidelong peak at me. He would give a little smile, seeming to like what he saw, even in my old jeans and red sweater. I had my hair in a ponytail, certainly nothing special at all. I wondered what Liana might have told him about our private times together, because sometimes it felt like he was visually undressing me while he posed for Joannie.

I liked what I saw too. As Jay modelled surf jams and baggy shorts, I noticed that his body was hairless and that he had a chiseled shape, athletic but not overly muscular. Jay's bronze tan highlighted his long, lithe limbs. Yes, Liana's boyfriend was very attractive, and it was all I could do not to stare as I helped Joannie with lighting.

The next items he wore were tight 'boy-leg' styles which began to make it apparent that Jay was hung too. It looked as if there was a tennis ball in his swimwear, and I couldn't help but wonder how big he would be when erect. "Mustn't stare," I reminded myself, "But he sure has a big cock! Much like the rubber one Liana used on me last Friday." That was especially apparent when Joannie used side lighting to create a shadow behind it.

Then Jay emerged from the dressing area in a succession of smaller and tighter Euro-style 'Speedos' which just managed to cover his abundant assets. I felt my head spinning with lustful thoughts about his big appendage.

"OK Jay. There is just one style left now and you might as well give us our thrill for the day", Joannie joked. He laughed and replied, "Well, I hope that Sharon likes it too," before heading to the spa.

A few minutes later, he returned with a big towel around his waist, and when he removed it, my eyes popped! Jay's swimwear consisted of one coloured string slung low around his hips and another between his legs. All of his abundant sexual apparatus completely filled a tiny suspended cloth pouch. There was clearly no room in there for anything else!

"My god is he ever big!" I thought, trying desperately not to stare. But Jay was smirking at me, knowing I was assessing his full package. Joannie only made things worse by taking shots from every angle and encouraging the model to tilt his pelvis forward. Finally, she was finished, and Jay headed for the spa, forgetting his towel.

"Joannie, how can you stay so calm? My heart is racing. What a gorgeous man. All of him!"

"Yes, I enjoyed that myself. He certainly is well hung!" Then she continued. "I need to make a few phone calls in the office now. Please straighten things up here for the shoot I have this afternoon."

While I tidied up the studio, my mind wandered back to my encounter with 'Jay' at Liana's apartment- a rubber replica with which she pleasured me to orgasm. During this erotic play, I was teased mercilessly, forced to pretend that he was actually fucking me. Aroused, I had enjoyed being dominated, but afterward, I decided that it was a bad idea.

The memory flooded back while watching the real Jay modelling in the studio. Looking at his big cock sheathed in that tiny pouch drew my forbidden desires to the surface. Wicked as they were, such thoughts were delicious. I tried hard to screen them out but they persisted. I could still hear Liana's words as she tempted me with that big dildo.

"Jay loves fucking you, Sharon. He can feel your juicy cunt wrapped tight around his big cock. He likes me watching when he fucks you. Wouldn't it be exciting for me to watch like this? Would you do that for me?"

I'd nearly given in to her teasing, but somehow I remembered how much I had to lose with an indiscretion- husband, family and home. Jay was handsome and hung, but reward did not outweigh risk. However, that wasn't the end of it.

As I tidied up, I found the big towel that Jay had forgotten in the studio area. I decided to slip into the shower to bring it to him- just in case he needed it. Really, I was hoping to 'accidently' catch a glimpse of Liana's boyfriend naked. "What harm can there be in satisfying my curiosity?" I thought.

I crept quietly along the passage into the spa area. I could hear the shower running and it sounded like Jay was singing. As I peeked in, I could see him naked, eyes closed as the water poured over his golden blonde hair. His arm was moving.

"Oh my god! What is he doing?" I wondered. I quickly realized that he was getting himself off, and his cock looked huge! I couldn't take my eyes off the spectacle, watching as Jay pumped himself, oblivious to my presence just a few feet away.

His arm was moving faster now, and he wasn't singing any more. Jay's eyes were still jammed shut and he was groaning. All at once, he came in great spurts onto the glass panels of the shower. Only when he seemed to be finished did I turn to tiptoe back toward the studio. Heart still pounding, I couldn't help but smile.

But I wasn't in the clear just yet. Jay must have opened his eyes just in time to catch a flash of my red sweater!

"Sharon, I need a towel. Come in and pass me one, will you!" he called loudly.

Now what was I to do? If I left, he might keep calling, prompting Joannie to leave her office. Or, I could give him the towel in my hand, telling him that is why I had come in. I chose the lesser of two evils.

"Here's one," I said, handing him the towel I carried, while making a show of turning my head to one side with a hand over my eyes.

"So, did you like what you just saw, Sharon?" Jay asked abruptly, as he reached for the towel.

"I...I didn't see anything. As soon as I realized you were in the shower, I turned around to leave."

"And you couldn't hear the water running when you opened the door to the spa, right?" I said nothing. "You shouldn't be spying on people in the spa. I don't think Joannie would approve, do you? Look, I know about you and Liana, so neither of us will say anything about this to her, OK?"

"I...I won't say anything Jay. Not if you don't." Then Jay laughed.

"Maybe you'd like to sample some of what you were staring at today? It's always available for a hot chick like you, Sharon. Anytime you want it." And he took his cock in his hand again and pointed it at me as if it was a gun. "Bang, bang!!" he laughed. The man is just so arrogant!

"Keep shooting that thing by yourself, Jay. I'm a happily married woman. Besides, my husband has one too."

That said, I spun on my heal and marched out. Joannie was right. Jay was trouble and I was angry with myself for going into the spa when I knew that he would be showering. Then she came out of her office just as I was re-entering the studio. She could see that I was upset.

"Did I miss something, Sharon?" she asked, one eye-brow raised.

"No, Jay just needed another towel, the one he left in the studio. He's fine now."

Joannie said nothing more about it, but she is intuitive and probably asked herself if more had just happened than I was willing to admit. She likely hoped that I wouldn't get connected with Jay and Liana because to her they were both valuable clients, but bad news.

After Jay left, Joannie called me in to her office and closed the door. I wondered if she knew more than she let on about me spying on Jay, and worried that she might be angry. No, that wasn't it. With a big smile, she passed me the photos from last week's second sitting.

"You are going to love these proofs, Sharon. I think that they are even better than the first sets that we did. You are so beautiful in lingerie and nude, an absolute delight to photograph. Sit with me and I'll show you what I mean." I was excited to see them.

Again, the proofs were in three folders, marked 'Glamour', 'Black-and-Whites', and 'Private'. But these were just to take away. Joannie had me sit beside her at her large screen monitor to browse the much bigger digital images. She wanted me to see them this way because she planned to frame a few erotic black-and-whites from each of my sittings to hang in her studio. Provided I approved, of course.

I'd never seen myself like this in Joannie's photos, apart from a head and shoulders portrait for the bedroom. It was intimidating at first, especially when private parts of my body were shown in full. But I gradually came to like the way it allowed us to focus on little details of colour, light and shadow.

We both appreciated the rather cute baby-doll pictures she had chosen. Comments and laughter flew back-and-forth between us: "Your breasts fall perfectly out the front of that gown," "I have a big ass in this one, don't I!", and "Oh, I see a bit of your kitty there. Do you mind?" I knew that Mark would want to see all of these shots.

I especially liked the images in the black French lingerie outfit with those high stilettoes, and remembered feeling sexy posed against the studio wall. The photos were as hot as I felt at the time. Joannie asked me about one in particular, with my naughty crotchless briefs gaping wide and my face partly obscured by my blonde hair. If it was acceptable, she would like it for her office. I agreed.

The black-and white erotica was very dramatic and Joannie was excited about the effects of alternating light and shadow as it filtered across my body. Using the shutters for this had been brilliant! We especially liked how sunlight angling diagonally made my peaked nipples cast long shadows across the curves of my breasts.

"That's another one that I think would look wonderful in the studio. Your lips are visible, and no-one except the two us and Liana would know the identity of that shapely woman. Could I frame it?" I was flattered and agreed.

Then we were left with the 'Private' shots and I asked her if we could look at them with the smaller proofs rather than the big monitor. She understood that I would be embarrassed to have my full arousal captured so boldly. As I expected, the images were very revealing, especially the last few when I had all but lost my self-control.

"Remember, Sharon, this is high art. Eroticism not porn. No-one knows the woman naked and loving herself. They only know that she is feeling intensely, somewhere outside her everyday world. I think it is wonderful to capture such moments. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes, but they were just too personal to share with anyone except perhaps my husband."

"Do that. Show these to him when you go to bed tonight and watch the sparks fly. I think that these are amazing photos, so very erotic! Your looks, your body, your movements- all perfect for the photographer."

Soon I was on my way home, clutching my proofs and thinking about what Joannie had said. A little surprise for Mark would be fun.

The kids probably wondered why they had supper so soon and were off to bed earlier than usual. Mummy had other plans for the evening. Between watching Jay get himself off in the shower, and examining these revealing photos of myself, I was feeling very much in the mood.

While Mark was reading to the children, I changed into the French lingerie and the crotchless panties, complete with the tall stilettoes. I fixed my hair like the pictures and applied plenty of red lipstick to match. Then I sprayed some new perfume I had bought, the one that Liana wore the night we practiced together before the shoot. A little game was coming together in my mind.

I had been giving Mark 'the look' ever since he came home. You know, the 'Come Fuck Me' eyes. He had no idea just how badly I needed to be loved and fucked tonight! I put a bottle of wine and two glasses on the little table between our bedroom chairs. Like the occasional transit of Venus and Mars in the night sky, two planets might collide later! When he came into the bedroom, I was in my robe.

"Pour some wine, Mark, and I'll show you what I wore for my last shoot. This is the sitting that I practiced for over at Liana's that night I came in late. Remember?"

"Sure I do. And I think about that night a lot." he said, "Mostly wondering what you do when you are there. I've never seen you with a woman, so I wish that I could be a fly on the wall, just to see how you two play together. It would be amazing to watch, I'm sure, especially if she looks as good as you do, baby."

We sat close on the plush bedroom chairs, sipping our wine. I stood and stepped in front of him, then loosened my robe enough to let it slide slowly off my shoulders before catching it at my bent elbows. His eyes grew wide when he saw that I was wearing a sheer black bra that struggled to hold me without my tits falling out altogether.

"This is what I was wearing at Liana's when we practiced that night. Joannie took great photos with it the next day. Know how we practiced poses and looks with this, Mark?" I untied the robe and let it slide to the floor in a pile at my feet.

"We both dressed this way- the very same- so she could lead me through some glamour poses together in her apartment."

"Oh my god, baby! You mean, you were both like that at her place? I would have paid anything for a front-row seat. What a fabulous outfit! Fuck, that is awesome! The garter belt and the big heels- so fuckin' sexy. You two must have been hot for each other, looking like that!"

"Yes, we were. In fact, I only got to practice a little in this before we were on her sofa seriously making out. Really going at it!" I said to tease him. "Here, I'll show you some of the moves we practiced before we started to have sex, but you have to stay in the chair."

I slowly minced over to a blank wall, purposely letting my ass sway so he would notice. He did.

"Baby! Are those crotchless? I'm seeing skin through them with every step!"

I just looked over my shoulder and smiled, pleased that he noticed. I turned sideways to the wall and pressed against it as I raised my inside arm over my head. My outside hip was cocked out and I put my hand on it, my elbow bent toward him. I turned my outside knee in slightly, then stared directly at Mark with a sultry look. Now I was ready to start my sex game.

"Cher, this is a classic glamour pose," I said in my best mock-Liana voice. "You can do a lot with it, like lifting the heel of that outside foot, or even bending your knee enough so your foot is off the floor, like this. Now try sliding your outside arm down your upper body until it is straight along your side, Cher."

"Oh, you're here tonight? And you call my wife Cher!" Mark said, excited. He understood the game immediately. "That explains the nice perfume, the same as Sharon smelled like when she came home from your place. I must say Liana, you look so hot in that lingerie. What a body!"

"Thanks, Mark. Cher told me a lot about you when we were fucking at my apartment." I deliberately used her sometimes-coarse language and kept up the little voice. "She even told me how much she loves it when you fuck her from behind. We girls talk, you know. I kept asking to visit and she finally gave in. I hope we can play together, Mark. Maybe you'll show me how you can fuck?"

He gave a big grin that said that he'd take Liana tonight, or any other time I might suggest it. I moved over to the carpet right in front of him and went down on all fours. By spreading my legs apart, I knew that the panties would gape wide enough to give him a good view of my pussy. Then I was Liana again, at our practice session.

"Cher, the wider you spread your knees, the more the seam will open to show your skin. Lower yourself onto your elbows and arch your back so your ass is in the air. Every man loves that pose. My legs far apart like this and my face on the rug says 'Fuck me', don't you think, Cher?"

Mark was right into this game, so I shifted to sit right in front of him, with one leg under me and the other up, bent at the knee. The briefs gaped very wide.

"Here's a great pose to show off your cunt," I continued in Liana's coarse speech. "Can you see how my lips are spread open and my clit sticks out? Great erotic shot, especially if you bring your hand down like this and spread your lips open. Yes, but wider, like this. Isn't that sexy?" Mark's eyes were wide open too!

I felt slutty, spread open like this in front of him, pretending to be my girlfriend. I couldn't resist teasing all of us by rolling my finger around my clitoris, dipping into my sopping vagina for some more lubricant. It felt soooo good. It always did.

"Cher, does Mark like your cock-sucking? Yeah, I thought so. Does he have a big cock and full balls? Mmmm. If you let me, we could compare what he likes best. Wouldn't that be fun?" Then, I lapsed back into my own voice briefly.

"It's OK Mark. I told Liana she could suck your cock tonight. Oh, I see that you are hard already!" I said as I pulled off his pyjamas and took his rod in my hand. "Go ahead Liana. Give him your best."

I purposely worked with my husband's cock in a completely different way than I would normally. After all, I was somebody else tonight and this was supposed to be new and exciting. I grasped it tightly at the base and rubbed it around my cheek before wrapping my lips around the head and sucking hard on the engorged head.