Subject: Family Photoshoot
Story Codes: MF Mf Mg oral incest father daughter
Diary Date: May 12, 2018
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Cell phones come with some pretty incredible cameras now but despite all
the hoopla the results just can't compare to those taken by a
professional's equipment. That said, it could also be the difference
between the skills of an amateur and professional photographer which is
more than likely the biggest factor. That's why when its' time for our
annual family portrait I always hire an expert. Given my plans for this
year's family portrait only made selecting just the right person all
that more important - and difficult.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Posing
Chapter 2 - Establishing the Ground Rules
Chapter 3 - Posing for Our Annual Photos
Chapter 4 - Taking Care of My Husband
Chapter 5 - Starting a New Tradition
Chapter 1 - Posing
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Over the years people have taken thousands of photos of me. Although
some of them I asked to be taken most were taken without my permission
and a lot I imagine I don't even know about. The last are sort of
exciting as I wonder what I was doing and what they did with them.
One thing I learned early on is posing for a photo is not anything like
simply being an object captured by someone's camera. When I say
"posing" I mean like a model poses for the camera. The typical vacation
and holiday shots aren't what I mean. In such cases everyone DOES "smile
for the camera" but it's like someone is asking for a specific position
or expression (other than "smile!"). I would even go so far as to say
most people have never actually officially "posed" for a picture other
than say the family portrait, at least not outside their fantasies of
being a model or movie star.
Being an only child it shouldn't come as a surprise that I posed much
earlier in life than most girls or boys. My dad was a bit of a camera
buff and while not perhaps quite a member of the ranks of professional
photographers, he did invest in some nice gear and even took a few
classes. It seemed he was always snapping shots of me everywhere around
the house. Now and then he would get more formal, especially like around
my birthdays or other milestones in my life. At such times my mom would
buy me a nice outfit to wear and then he would set up the living room to
be like a studio complete with lights, a tripod for his camera, and other
gear which I had no idea what purpose it served.
My mom always called me a diva, even as a child, in that I LOVED to pose
for my dad's camera! It didn't hurt that he would encourage me by
telling me how pretty I looked and how beautiful the pictures turned out.
Seeing my mom behind him watching and smiling made me always feel so
grown up and mature. Thankfully neither of them said anything to burst
my bubble! Looking back at some of those early photo shoots I can still
recall how even when I was just eight years old they made me feel like I
looked just as good as the models in the catalogs or TV shows. I'm so
thankful I was blessed with such understanding and encouraging parents
who made me what I am today!
*****************
As I got older and into middle school my mom allowed my dad to take me
shopping for outfits to wear for my posing sessions. Unlike my mom who
took me to the juniors section at Macy's and picked me out something
boring, my dad spoiled me by taking me to the specialty shops like
Victoria's Secret where they sold more "mature" clothing for young girls.
I have to say though that these days I can take my daughters to Macy's or
JC Penney and buy some of the same outfits off the rack! The sales girls
were always so much fun, not like the stodgy older sales women at the
major department stores. Once they learned he was my father it was like
the entire staff would join to help us pick out just the right outfit.
They would help me get changed and then sneak my dad back so he could see
me in it as most of these outfits weren't meant for wearing out in the
middle of the store.
Usually I had to try on a dozen different outfits until finally my dad
was satisfied although nowadays I suspect he just liked seeing me in a
bunch of different outfits as sometimes we'd end up taking home the first
one I tried on. Once we were home I'd rush up the stairs to my bedroom
to change. After checking myself out in a full length mirror I'd put on
one of mom's short robes to cover myself and head back downstairs to
where mom and dad would be anxiously waiting. Well, dad was usually the
anxious one, LOL. I suppose even though my dad had seen me in it briefly
while trying it on at the store that wasn't nearly the same as having me
pose in it in the privacy of our living room.
Then came the day my mom bought something for me without me being with
which was quite unusual. Actually I didn't even know she'd bought
anything until we'd just finished dinner when she looked at my dad and
nodded. He just smiled back rather mischievously making me wonder what
in the world was going on between the two of them. Finally my mom said
to me, "Kelly, I'll take care of the dishes tonight so why don't you go
upstairs and open what's waiting for you on your bed."
Hmmmmmm, what was going on? I mean like it hadn't been THAT long since
I'd been in my bedroom so when had she managed to sneak in and leave
something on my bed? Seeing my confusion she laughed and said, "Don't
worry... I think you'll like it." Then she turned to me dad adding with
a wink, "Not to mention your father."
The first comment didn't help but the second as pretty blatant. It
certainly didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out now what was going
on. At that age I may have been blonde and often na‹ve but I wasn't
clueless. Obviously my mom had bought me something special to wear for
me to pose in for my dad. It was exciting as it had been quite a while
since she had taken me shopping for such stuff and she'd never done it
without me being with her. I jumped up from my seat at the dinner table
and made a beeline for my bedroom with my heart pounding with
anticipation.
Sure enough, right smack in the middle of my bed was a small white
rectangular box with a big red star in the middle meaning either she'd
bought whatever was inside at Macy's or was using one of the extra boxes
she kept around for wrapping presents. Picking it up it felt almost
empty so whatever inside wasn't very heavy. I had a pretty good idea it
would be some sort of outfit though, maybe something like the baby doll
nightie dad had bought me not long ago. I started to open it but my
efforts were foiled as it was taped tightly shut. Ugh, why would anyone
bother? Probably some over-zealous sales clerk. It was like those
people who lick envelopes for birthdays and then handed them to you. A
little frustrated, I reached for a pair of scissors from my nightstand
and the tape was quickly cut allowing me to open the box.
Hmmmmmm, whatever it was it was wrapped in pink tissue paper which was
soon dropped unceremoniously to the floor as I eagerly tore into it.
Wow! To my surprise a small bra and matching panties was revealed!
There wasn't much to them so even the small box was way too big. I was
surprised mostly because at the time I barely had bumps for boobs so a
training bra was about the last thing I needed - or even wanted. Some of
my friends were wearing them to school now, a few even having graduated
to a real bra but they were all much better endowed than me. Holding the
little bra up by the straps I took a closer look. Hmmmmmm, had to give
my mom credit as it was really cute - pale yellow with blue and red
flowers. The panties were obviously part of a matching set being the
same color and design. Both were made of material that was sheer and
felt almost weightless. The tissue paper probably had weighed more than
the both put together.
Evidently I was taking too long examining my new underwear as I heard my
mom call up the stairs, "Everything OK Kelly? If you need help figuring
anything out just say something and I'll come up to help you."
I huffed a bit at the implication I might not figure out how to put on a
bra. Sure I'd never worn one but it's not like a bra was all that
complicated to figure out, especially a training bra with practically no
adjustments. Perhaps the only time I hadn't been sure about how to wear
something was back when my dad came home and presented me with that cute
sheer baby-doll negligee. Where he'd found one to fit me I'll never know
but I'd never seen one before and loved it! Even then it wasn't what I
HAD that confused me as there's not much to putting one on. Instead it's
what was NOT included in the box that confused me. At first I thought
maybe they forgot to pack it at the store but my mom was helping me put
it on the first time and she assured me that such outfits often didn't
come with panties. She explained that it was just part of the the look
to not wear any with this sort of lingerie. Even back then I was a
little dubious! In the end though I was glad they weren't included as
you might imagine my dad took LOTS of pictures of me in that outfit and
posed me in more positions than any time before that.
So anyways... first I slipped on the panties, pulling them up my bare
legs and snugging up the sides. They were so light and sheer it was like
wearing nothing at all! While they seemed to be sized about right they
did ride much lower than my usual panties and the fit was tighter in the
crotch to the point it kept bunching up between my pussy lips. Try as I
might to spread the crotch out with my fingers the moment I took my hand
out it would defiantly snap right back in place. Why in the world anyone
would design panties to do that was something I couldn't understand but
it seemed that's the way they were meant to be worn so I just let it go.
Standing up wearing just the panties I moved across my room to see myself
in the mirror over my dresser. Holding the bra up to my I couldn't help
but frown at my annoyingly flat chest. The bra, like any training bra,
was obviously meant for a young girl being constructed of two triangular
pieces of cloth. They were more like my bikini which was meant more to
hide my nipples than support anything. It didn't even have real cups but
then it's not like I had much to fill them if it had.
I wrapped the bra around my waist backwards just like I'd seen my mom do
a zillion times, snapping it in front of me where I could see better what
I was doing. Unlike most of hers it only had two tiny snaps. Once they
were in place I twisted it around and slid my arms through the straps,
pulling them up and over my shoulders. Technically it hid my chest but
that was about it as there wasn't much to support! Being so sheer my
nipples were plainly visible and the light fabric felt good brushing
against them. I pinched them gently and smiled as I could see them
respond, easily poking through the thin material. Yep, dad was going to
love seeing me in this!
Standing there in front of the mirror I twisted and turned to see how I
looked. Despite my general misgivings towards bras I felt so grown up
wearing one for the first time. The panties rode so low I could see the
top of my butt crack poking out from the elastic but it was already so
tight in the crotch there was no way it was going to pull up any higher.
I was so mesmerized looking at myself I almost forgot my parents were
waiting! I rushed out the door, totally forgetting about the robe.
Back downstairs I stood at the lower landing and put on my best pose,
hands on my hips and head tilted, lips pursed in what I thought looked
sexy. Seeing my parents' looks of approval made me feel so good about
myself! Mom was all grins and my dad's open mouth said more than
anything he could've said aloud. Once their initial reactions faded my
mom called me into the room where she had me pose with my dad. It didn't
hit me at first but then I realized SHE was going to be taking the photos
instead of my dad. Hmmmmmm, now THIS was a first!
Mom started with dad sitting on the floor and me standing close behind
him with my thin bared arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders. Dad
was just wearing a pair of loose grey boxer shorts which were failing
miserably to contain his arousal but then that's likely why he was
wearing them in the first place. I'd seen him struggle in jeans to
adjust himself at times I posed for him so the boxers must've been so
much more comfortable. Of course by this age I was fully aware of why he
reacted as he did seeing that my mom had told me that ALL men would be
that way after seeing me in such an outfit. Thus I wasn't concerned.
After all, like my mom always told me, fathers are also men...
After taking a few preliminary shots she had me sit on his lap and it was
his turn to hug me with his arms wrapped completely around my small, all
but nude figure. My mom was in control, posing me in several positions
but the one I liked best was with my dad laying on his side and me
snuggled up against him such that my panty-covered little butt was
pressing firmly into the crotch of his loose boxer shorts. Dad had his
hand on my side with his fingers pressed up just under the bottom hem of
my new bra. I felt bad I didn't have much of any boobs for him to press
up against.
"Awwwwww... that's so cute... you two are simply adorable together," my
mom encouraged us. "Now lift your leg up further Kelly, I can't see much
of your dad behind you with it down like that. That's better... smile!"
She certainly didn't have to tell me to smile! Posing with my dad always
made me feel so grown up and mature, especially now with me wearing my
sexy new bra and panties. At first I wasn't sure why she asked me to
lift my leg given my dad was more than twice as big as me so surely I
wasn't hiding much of him from the camera. It really wasn't until later
that night as I recalled our session that it dawned on me what I HAD been
hiding. It wasn't the first time I felt a little embarrassed at being so
na‹ve but I could at least learn from the experience so I made a promise
to myself I'd be sure to pose properly in the future.
***************
Over the years I posed for my dad in all sorts of lingerie, swim suits,
shorts outfits, and even some costumes. The tag on one costume read
"Naughty French Maid" which peaked my curiosity so I asked my dad what
that meant. It surprised me a bit when he seemed a little embarrassed as
it didn't seem like any big deal to me. Considering some of the outfits
he had me pose in this one wasn't the most revealing my any means so why
he would be embarrassed was puzzling. In any case he just told me to put
it on without much of an explanation.
Speaking of which, as varied as all the outfits were they did have a few
common characteristics. For instance as a rule none of them covered much
of me meaning as cute as most of the outfits were my mom said I couldn't
wear any of them in public. The lingerie made sense but some of the
shorts and bathing suits I would have loved to wear with my friends. At
least I could wear the bikinis while tanning on our deck where nobody
could see me except my parents.
I was no different than most kids my age so naturally I had to push the
boundaries. Despite my mother's orders I once wore what I thought was
one of the more modest bikinis my dad bought for me to a family pool
party at my aunt's house. Although I didn't ask my mom's permission, it
wasn't the smallest by any means so I didn't see any harm. Well I soon
learned different how folks have varied opinions over what is "modest".
Before my mom found out what I was wearing I was already in the pool with
my cousins and uncles, drawing lots of attention which was fine by me.
Really, why else wear a bikini if you don't want to be looked at?
My exhilaration over the attention I was getting from my uncles ended
quickly my Aunt Sheri came out and yelled at Uncle Jim for tossing me in
the pool. Then she got into this huge argument with my mom over my
bikini - or as she put it, lack of one. It was no secret my prudish aunt
didn't approve of much of anything when it came to how my mom raised me.
Well, this time my mom wasn't about to give an inch so we ended up having
to leave and go home which made me feel a little guilty even though I
still didn't think I'd done anything wrong. As much as mom defended me
against my aunt's comments, the look she gave me on the way home was more
than enough to ensure that was the last time I ever wore any of my posing
outfits in front of anyone except my mom and dad - especially not when my
Aunt Sheri was around!
***************
A few months after my fourteenth birthday I had sex for the first time
with Steve, the sixteen year-old brother of my good friend Sharon. My mom
may have been the first person I told but Sharon wasn't far behind.
Unbeknownst to Steve his little sister had as big a crush on her hunk of
a brother as did most of the girls in school. Either he was just
clueless and never noticed her desires or simply wasn't interested.
Either way he just ignored her flirting even though I thought she was way
hotter than me. I mean she WAS his sister so it wasn't like I was
expecting him to date her or anything but the least he could have done
was acknowledge her efforts!
Sharon was insanely jealous of me for having sex with her brother and
always pressed me for details after a date with her brother. Not having
a brother myself I couldn't say how I would've felt had I had a brother
like Steve so I had a hard time relating or even understanding Sharon's
sexual interests in her own brother. Incest wasn't something I knew much
about other than what I saw in the porn videos my dad liked to watch and
I knew that was just whores pretended to be daughters. Still, it was
pretty suggestive seeing her get all worked up when I would tell her
about how her brother and I had sex the last time we dated. It became
like a game for me so I would make sure to include ALL the details.
Unfortunately about six months after we first dated Steve's mother's was
transferred to the west coast. Hearing the news I was devastated as only
a fourteen year-old with her first crush can be. I'd thought for sure he
was my one true love and future husband. Little did I know then that
about ten years later his mom would be transferred back to Pittsburgh and
while her youngest son and his sister remained behind, Steve came back
with her. We hooked back up again and today he is my husband and father
of our two sweet girls! People seem to love it when I tell them my
husband was my first although I don't the hundreds in between!
In any case back then I thought my world was coming to an end. We had
sex as much as possible, sometimes two or even three times a day as if we
could somehow bank those times for when he was gone. Then about a week
before they were to leave Sharon and I were talking about how horrible it
was they were moving away when she made a suggestion. Whether it was as
spontaneous as she asserted or something she'd planned in advance, who
knows but all the same I agreed it was a great idea!
Sharon was a bit of a photography geek, an active member of the school
photography club and more times than not you'd see her with her 35mm
Cannon slung over her shoulder. She offered to do a set of photos of me
I could give to Steve to take with him which might help to keep us in
touch. She hinted that they should be a little risque if I wanted Steve
to look at them and remember me. The way she said it made me wonder if
she didn't have some ulterior motives though in suggesting I be naked in
front of her. Steve was the only boy I'd ever had sex with at that time,
let alone being with a girl, and to be honest I really had no interest in
girls that way. Sure sometimes I would masturbate with my cousin but
it's not like we helped each other.
What really made it work was her telling me to invite Steve to watch.
Wow, talk about inspiration! Of course I hadn't told Sharon about my
posing sessions for my dad and wasn't about to anytime soon but as much
as I enjoyed those times with my dad, having Steve watch me pose sounded
even better - not to mention I would be naked! Besides, I'd never posed
totally nude for my dad so this was going to be a first for me. OK, so I
might have been bottomless or topless a few times but at least I always
wore SOMETHING even if it was sheer. You'll have to ask a psychologist
why even a bikini top made a difference but it did.
The photo session was the hottest thing I ever done so far as that type
of thing went. What made it even better was seeing my boyfriend's dick
stiffen as he watched. Naturally he was a little shy at first about
exposing himself with his sister there taking pics but his sixteen year-
old horny dick eventually won the battle to the point where he even
stroked it while Sharon posed me in some rather provocative positions.
The way he was staring at me I don't think he even noticed when his
little sister sneaked in a few shots of him stroking himself - no doubt
she kept those for herself.
***************
Posing for my dad rose to a whole new level after we started having sex
when I was sixteen. No more pretending the resulting erections when I
posed for him were just "normal" male reactions to a nude girl. My mom
even got in on things taking videos as well of me and my dad having sex.
I'd wondered what he did with those until just before my wedding and my
dad was getting ready to fuck me for the last time before giving me to
another man, he handed me a shoe box containing a montage of the various
photos and videos my mom and he had taken over the years starting with
those early years of onesy swim suits sitting on his lap to us having sex
in the backseat while mom drove around town. Wow, talk about a unique
wedding gift!
***************
Now as a 30-something mother of two young girls I look back to how I was
raised by my mom and then compare that to how I'm raising my little
angels. In many ways her influence has been deeply imbedded in me yet in
a number of others I'm blazing my own trail. Once of those more
independent stages was a direct result of my pondering how it would've
been to have a video of those earlier times with my dad included in the
present he gave me on my wedding day.
To be sure I do NOT believe girls their age should be involved in overtly
sexual situations. What my dad did when I was young may be frowned upon
by overly prudish people but it's not like he ever abused me or asked me
to do anything of a sexual nature. Was it erotic? Well duh but much
more PG-13 with maybe a few that would barely get an R-rated which is
totally different from one rated X.
Chapter 2 - Establishing the Ground Rules
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Every year since we'd been married Steve and I have had a professional
photoshoot taken of our family. At first that meant just the two of us
but it's a tradition we've maintained as each of our girls was born.
From the start we did two different session - one with photos suitable
for distribution to family and using on Christmas cards to friends. The
usual type you see on the wall of most homes. The other was strictly for
our "private" photo/video collection as they were of the two of us nude.
I'm glad now we started so we have a complete collection from our first
year of marriage. Who knows, maybe someday we won't be as thrilled to be
photographed nude but at least I will be able to look back to when I was
proud to be naked!
Just to be clear, the nude version are not intended to be a porno shoot.
In my opinion they are erotic but still classy. Actually the formal
shots are quite similar to the clothed versions, at least in the poses we
use. Even if we DO have sex for the camera it isn't until after the
"serious" photos had all been taken and we want to have a little fun.
Even then we still didn't do anything outrageous.
Fortunately one of Steve's friends is a professional photographer who is
very discreet. He took our wedding photos and has done both photoshoots
every year since. It helps to have someone you can trust!
Once our family expanded we had to make a decision as to whether to
include our girls in both shoots or just the G-rated version. So far as
I was concerned it wasn't even a question as like who would even THINK to
include their daughters in a nude family portrait at their age? Perhaps
I shouldn't have been so surprised when Steve disagreed, saying he
thought we should include them in both. While still not on board I did
have to agree he had a valid point in that we could always easily delete
them later if we didn't like them but the girls would never be this age
again so if we skipped the early years we'd never be able to capture them
again.
While normally I defer to Steve's decisions seeing as being my husband he
is the head of our household, that doesn't mean I just blindly accept
every wacky idea he comes up with. Even if he DID make some good points
this was one of those times as I stood my ground and insisted my
daughters not be included in our nude photos. Even if done tastefully I
just couldn't see how anyone could rationalize photographing a toddler
nude with her parents. Oh sure we have the classic bath tub topless
pics, the same ones most every girl is embarrassed by when she's older
and her parents show everyone how "cute" she was at that age.
Steve knows when I'm serious about something and our ability to work out
our differences is one of the big reason our marriage has been so great.
Thus for years we've scheduled two sessions - one for the four of us for
the photos we display and hand out and then another when we'd drop the
girls off with their grandmother while Steve and I did our thing. He
grumbled every year but pussy always trumps cock.
The time was drawing near to our next annual shoot. Although we don't
necessarily do it exactly on the same date every year we try to keep it
at least in the same month. Usually it's more a question of when Jack
can fit us in his schedule. Seeing how he didn't charge us for his
time, just his expenses, it's not like we expected to be his top
priority. Steve was about to call his friend to arrange the time and
dates when he turned to me with that look on his face he always gets when
he comes up with an idea, usually one he knows I might not agree with.
"So what do you say Kelly, time to include the girls yet?" he asked
trying to look all innocent as if the answer was already decided. Ha!
Far from it and he knew it. While Mylie would be turning six in a couple
months, Kylie had just celebrated her third birthday only a month ago.
"Honey, you know how I feel about this," I protested, "So why do you keep
bringing it up every year?"
Steve looked a bit disappointed but he wasn't ready to give up. "Oh come
on Kelly, you posed with your dad when you were little."
Oh give me a break! That smart remark deserved the eye roll he was given
as I firmly shook my head. "Now Steve, you know full well I was twice
Mylie's age before he even started taking risque photos of me and even
when he did I wasn't nude until years later."
"Yeah but then you're always whining about how your mom didn't let you
and him do things earlier and how you don't want to be like your mom," he
pointed out smugly, "So here's your chance."
Yes, it was true I DID wish my mom hadn't been so cautious with me. Her
dad had taken her virginity one night when she was barely fourteen simply
by coming into her dark bedroom one night while her younger sister slept
soundly in the other bed. It wasn't like he gave her a choice and even
though everything worked out fine in the end she wanted my first time
with my dad to be MY idea, assuming I even thought of it in the first
place. So long story made short... I was sixteen and two years from
losing my virginity before I asked him to take me. Two long years of
missed opportunities not to mention stealing from him something he wanted
so badly. I know people tell me I shouldn't feel guilty as it wasn't
like I CHOSE not to give my virginity to my father, still I'll always
regret not having that experience. And yes, I consider it my mom's fault
as she was the one who prevented my father from taking what he deserved.
I long ago vowed I would never deprive my husband of that nor would I
want my daughters burdened with the same guilt I bear. At the same time
all that was still many years in the future and really had nothing to do
with the current situation.
As I mentioned, one of the things that makes our marriage work so well is
that both of us know when to compromise. For example my preference when
we swap is for an older couple as I enjoy sex with older married men. Of
course my REAL preference is for him to be cheating on his wife for the
first time and it's just all the better if he has a teen daughter he
secretly lusts for. On the other hand Steve is a typical man in that he
lusts for the younger girls, especially the tweens and teens. Trying to
find the right couple to swap with that met both our desires could be
quite a challenge meaning one of us usually had to compromise.
I stood there silently, arms crossed as my mind whirled. Then the
proverbial light bulb went off brightly over my head... "Ok buster, how
about this then... WE can be naked but the girls wear something so it
doesn't look like they're being sexualized by their perverted parents?"
Steve frowned, his brow furrowed deeply as he considered my suggestion.
I also noticed he was avoiding eye contact and biting his lower lip as he
usually did when he was debating something I'd said. Not much of a poker
face!
"Alright then... so what would they wear?" he asked cautiously. The mere
fact he asked told me he was considering it so I figured I'd better set
the hook.
"I was thinking something like panties and one of their old Frozen
nightshirts that I could cut short? It's not like the wear them much
anymore anyways."
"Thank God," he muttered and we both laughed. Yes, the "Frozen stage"
had lasted far longer than either of us had ever thought possible.
"OK, sounds like a deal," he finally said and stood up to kiss me - our
standard "seal of agreement" whenever we had a debate. Just another
thing we did in our marriage - no matter how heated the argument we
always ended with a kiss. Sometimes more than a kiss...
Then I thought of something. What about Jack? Would he go along with
it? With all the news filled these days of parents being arrested jus
for taking playful photos of a nude young daughter, would he think it too
much of a risk to his career to photograph girls their age?
"Oh I'm sure he won't have any problems," Steve remarked when I voiced my
concerns, "After all, it can't get any more crazy than last year."
We both laughed at that memory. Indeed, what started out as a relatively
mild R-rated photo session evolved into a full-scale threesome with the
video camera left mounted on a tripod to capture the action. It was the
first year Jack had even gotten naked during our shoot, let alone fuck me
in front of my husband - not that Steve minded! The best part for me was
when I was riding Jack and Steve took the video camera to make sure it
captured us from every angle, and I do mean EVERY angle! I'm not
typically a big fan of facials but with Steve's encouragement (a nice way
of saying he was stroking his erection at the time) I assumed the classic
position seen in most every porn video where I kneeled and waited with my
mouth wide open while he finished himself off and covered my face and
tongue with sperm.
"Yeah, he didn't even charge us for expenses last year, did he?" I
chuckled, "But then he wasn't married last year either."
Steve leaned back and smiled, "Yeah and it was only a few weeks before
his wedding so I'd imagine he was as good as married so far as his fiance
was concerned."
"So do you think she allows him to shoot nudes?" I mused quietly.
Steve shrugged. "I really have no idea, only met her once and that was
at the wedding and it's not like it came up in my conversation with her.
You met her too so what do you think?"
"All I know is she was hot!" I answered, perhaps a little quickly.
"Ha!" Steve teased him, poking me in the arm, "So you wanted her too."
"You jerk," I teased him back, pushing his hand away which has now
mysteriously found its way to my bare butt. I've always preferred to run
around the apartment bare-bottomed, something I started back in high
school and just kept on doing ever since. "Unlike a horny husband I
just happen to know I don't chase every hot girl I see," I continued.
"No, just their cheating husbands," Steve said with a naughty grin.
"So anyways, what do you think Jack will say?" I came back in a not so
subtle move to change the direction of this discussion before we ended up
in bed and not finishing anything.
Steve's face took on a more serious look. "Well, after what you did with
him last year I can't see imagine he wouldn't want to do another nude
shoot. Damn, for a guy about to get married he really loved fucking
you... Not that I blame him."
He definitely earned another kiss from me for that one! "I think you
enjoyed watching almost as much as he enjoyed doing me," I whispered in
his ear as I rubbed his crotch in small circles.
"God yes," Steve sighed, looking upwards as he closed his eye, "And the
video... damn that was hot to watch later."
Steve was still fondling my butt - something we both loved. "Kelly, you
know damn well ANY man would cheat on his wife to have you. That's why
I'm so proud when I watch you with them. I love knowing they get you for
one night but you're mine the rest of the time!"
Yep, we were getting WAY off track and I knew if things continued we'd
forget all about the photoshoot and be in bed so I gave changing the
subject a second shot. Picking up on his earlier thought I said, "You
know he might not want to cheat on his wife. There's a huge difference
for most people between being engaged and married. I remember doing
bachelor parties back in college where the groom fucked me. Didn't mean
he cheated on her after the ceremony though."
"Never stopped us," Steve grinned, squeezing my bottom with his hand.
"Well, we aren't cheating either," I corrected him and then said, "In any
case seeing how the girls will be with us there won't be a repeat of last
year's shoot regardless. Then again I'm not so sure how he'll feel about
including the girls in the first place. Seems these days people get in
trouble just for taking an innocent candid of their toddlers in the bath.
As a professional photographer with his reputation and business at stake
he might have a few concerns."
Steve didn't take his hand off my butt he stopped squeezing it as he
considered my comments. "Hmmmmmm, I really hadn't thought about that,"
he murmured with a frown emerging on his handsome face.
"Yeah but the girls won't be naked - as you keep insisting, so what would
be the big concern?" he finally countered.
Now I knew he was just teasing but I went along. "Like I have to tell
you," I said, "Their PARENTS will be nude and that's more than enough for
some people to file a complaint with Child Services."
"But nobody will ever see them except us," Steve countered, "Not like
we'll be posting them on FaceBook. I tell you what Kelly, I'll call Jack
later and see what he says. If he isn't OK with it then we'll just do
the same as last year although I may not want to give him that option.
I'd bet anything he's say no to the girls just to fuck you again."
Steve chuckled at the thought but in my mind it just showed me how much
he wanted to do this with the girls if he was ready to pass on watching
me again with Jack... and maybe his new wife as well.
"You're horrible," I sighed, pretending to be exasperated but the more I
thought about it the more I found myself thinking maybe he SHOULD give
Jack the option. Last year was such a turn-on for me and as horny as I
was feeling right now the idea of a do-over was making me even hornier.
Steve twisted me to face him and out his arms around me, grabbing my bare
butt with both hands, one hand on each cheek as I was wearing nothing but
a short tank top. Oh what the hell I thought, enough talking... I wanted
my husband!
My arms reached up to wrap around his neck and we kissed. Our tongues
immediately reached out and I moaned as he pulled me into him and I could
feel his hard dick pressing into my exposed pussy through his loose boxer
shorts.
"Oh fuck me Steve," I sighed softly in a voice husky with the lust I was
feeling for the man I loved more than anyone in the world, "God I need
you in me soooooo bad right now!"
I felt one hand release my butt cheek and move to the front, reaching
between my smooth thighs and cupping my warm pussy.
"Damn you're wet... I love it when you get this horny!"
I reached down and pulled his hand tighter into my crotch. His finger
started to penetrate me and at that moment wouldn't you just know it...
right on schedule.
"Mommy, I'm thirsty."
Yes, the words every parent dreads hearing when they're about to have
sex. There were a number of variation like, "Mommy I had a bad dream,"
or "Mommy I can't sleep" but they all produced the same results - no sex.
I wanted to scream with frustration but I knew if I didn't answer she
would just come in and see us like this. Yes, I LOVE being watched
having sex but not by my young daughters!
"Just a minute Kylie, I'll get you a glass of water."
"Damn!" Steve hissed under his breath as he reluctantly pulled his hand
from my throbbing pussy. I didn't have to see his erection tenting his
boxer shorts I knew he had to be super horny. Well, I might not make as
visible a sign but I was just as horny as he was if not more!
"Later big guy," I promised with the best smile I could muster as I
turned to take care of my younger daughter. How do they do it?
Sometimes I swear they somehow know when Steve and I are about to have
sex and choose the perfect moment to make a nuisance of themselves. Of
course they don't but sometimes I wonder...
I went to their bedroom where my daughter was patiently waiting for me,
sitting up in her bed as if I was Room Service. She looked so
ridiculously cute in her white nightie and matching panties I couldn't
stay frustrated with her for long. Seeing her right after seeing her
father with his massive erection trying to burst from the confines of his
boxer shorts made me think for a moment. Had I given in too easy? Steve
may be a father but as my mom always told me, fathers are men too and
Steve was all that and more. Sure someday I hoped to watch as my husband
and daughters merged their bodies for the first time but that could be
more than ten years from now... or even a lot more if at all. Why was I
even thinking of allowing this photo shoot to happen? Well, maybe if I
was lucky Jack would say no and then at least Steve couldn't blame me.
Even if Jack said yes hopefully I'd kept Steve's expectations low enough
to where he'd behave.
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As things turned out Steve talked to Jack and he was fine doing our
photoshoots again, even with the girls in both. Steve DID say that Jack
was a little concerned at first but then was OK with everything after
Steve assured him the girls dressed. Hopefully Steve didn't give him the
wrong impression that they'd be wearing the same outfits in both shoot.
Given Steve and I would be naked I figured he had to expect something the
girls would be dressed a bit more risque.
The fun part for me was going out shopping for outfits for the girls to
wear for the shoots. Steve showed me a couple of websites that had some
remarkably naughty outfits for little girls but I said no, they were WAY
to risque, almost like miniature versions of some of my favorite
lingerie. Actually these days all I needed to do was just go to one the
local department stores. It's pretty amazing to compare what stores like
Macy's and Kohl's carry now compared to when I was a child. They even
have padded bikini tops for six to eight year-old girls! Like who in the
world would even think to buy such outfits for girls at that age?
Obviously someone does or the stores wouldn't being carrying them.
Personally I'd be as embarrassed to buy such an outfit as Steve was the
first time he bought my tampons.
I decided to go out shopping alone as the girls simply don't have
patience for such things, not to mention I wanted to avoid the inevitable
looks I get whenever I buy something even a little showy for the girls.
Like people get a life! They're not even seven years old yet so it's not
like they'll look sexy in them. Cute - yes, sexy - no. There's a
distinct difference between the two in my book. Personally there's no
such thing as a sexy six year-old except in the mind of a pedophile.
Back home I refused to show Steve the outfits despite his pleas. I DID
warn him they weren't like the ones he'd seen me wearing for my dad but
then I was twice their age at the time. I learned early in life you
never show what you don't have any sooner than necessary. A man's
imagination is usually far more powerful than his vision.
As for me, I had a nice shorts outfit I planned to wear that showed off
my legs nicely. The white shorts were only about an inch long measured
from the crotch but hemmed so they didn't look like some skank tearing
the legs off. When I sat down they would pull up and ALMOST show my butt
but this was a photo to be handed out to family members so it they
covered just enough to be decent. A red tank top and sneakers finished
it off. The only jewelry I would wear was my wedding ring and the gold
ankle bracelet my dad gave me. The bracelet was there like an Easter egg
in that the only people who knew what it signified were my parents - O
never even told my husband. It's always been my favorite (other than my
wedding ring) as it reminds of the day after I first had sex with my dad
when he came home with it wrapped up in a beautiful box for me.
There was no need to worry about the second shoot as I was born with my
outfit! Now we just had to wait for the photoshoot...
Chapter 3 - Posing for Our Annual Photos
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Finally the big day arrived. Jack had wanted to do our family shoot
outdoors and thankfully the weather cooperated with blue skies and
temperatures in the upper 70's. I'd set out the girl's initial clothes
the night before and spent the morning fixing their hair before turning
my attention to me. Although Miley was a little old for it I'd bought
them both Osh-Gosh bib overalls with pink T-shirts to wear underneath and
matching panties. Little white socks with frilly tops looked perfect in
their sneakers. Both of them had their hair pulled back in matching
ponytails and if there hadn't been such a wide age difference they might
have passed for twins!
As I got dressed I reached in my drawer for something I rarely wore
outside of school - a bra. The tank top was tight, TOO tight to go
without a bra considering the people we would be sharing these photos
with. Most of my relatives and friends were under no illusion that I'm
some innocent little church girl yet at the same time it wouldn't be
polite to rub it in their faces with my nipples blaring through my top.
Besides, guys tell me seeing my bra outlined under a top is sometimes
more sexy than having no bra on at all. These days it seemed everyone
had exposed bra straps so I wasn't worried that it might be considered
slutty as it would have been back when I was a teenager.
Looking at myself in the mirror I made a last minute decision and decided
to go with the same look as the girls and wear my hair back in a
ponytail. I'd never done that in any of the other sessions we'd done
although watching the video from last year's nude session I wished I had
as it often obscured my face at the most inopportune moments.
Herding the girls to the living room where Steve was waiting, I smiled
when I say he was wearing clean jeans (for once without me telling him)
and a nice short sleeved shirt with deck shoes and no socks. It was a
casual look yet not TOO casual that matched my short outfit. To think I
hadn't even told him what to wear - amazing!
"Hey daddy, so what do you think of your girls?" I asked him with one
girl on each side of me as we held hands.
"My three angels," he replied with a grin. Holding his arms out our cute
little daughters rushed gleefully to hug him. Had to fight back tears at
the sight of the three of them embracing one another and thanked God for
being so lucky. Yes, I couldn't ask for a better father for my
daughters.
It took almost an hour for us to drive to the location where Jack wanted
to take the photos and the girls were getting a little impatient being
strapped in their car seats for so long. Steve finally pulled the car
into a small state park with an old farmhouse and barn, wooden fences and
even an old well pump. While I didn't know what his plans were, Jack
certainly had plenty of options. Once we parked and got the girls undone
from the back seat I looked around and saw Jack approaching us along with
his wife. Hmmmmmm, I hadn't expected her as Jacki had always handled out
photoshoots on his own. I couldn't help but wonder what that meant but
then again sometimes I overthink things so maybe it meant nothing at all.
The men shook hands while the wives hung back waiting to be introduced to
the other. I'd met her briefly at the reception after their wedding but
no doubt she forgot me moments later with all the excitement and crowd of
people. Jack took the lead which was appropriate I thought considered
he's brought his wife without warning us ahead of time.
"Hey guys, good to see you all again," Jack started, "Hard to believe
another year has gone by!"
We both nodded politely and Jack continued, "This is my wife Alexandria."
"Everyone calls me Alex," she cut in smiling.
"Yes, Alex assists me now with most of the shoots," Jack explained, "It
really helps to have someone with me, not to mention I hate being apart
from her."
OK, so it piling up a little deep but she was beaming. It wasn't quite a
year yet for them so I could excuse the newlywed lameness.
Steve then introduced me and the girls to Alex who politely reached out
to shake hands. No hugs I noticed but then not everyone was raised in a
"huggy" family environment as I had so I wasn't about to hold that
against her. The girls pretty much ignored us, their attention drawn to
some horses behind a fence.
For the better part of two hours Jack moved us all around the park,
mostly near the farm house. With so many locations available it was more
a question of time than opportunity. While most were family shots, he
also did some of just me and Steve, others with one of us and the girls,
and then a number of just the girls both together and alone. One of the
great things about digital cameras is he must have taken a thousand
photos! Hopefully at least a few would look good.
Throughout the shoot Alex kept busy helping Jack with the various cameras
and lenses, sometimes even offering advice on how to pose us or what
camera setting to use. Yep, no smart phone photos today! As good as
Apple and others claimed their cameras to be in their phones, nothing
compared to those taken by a professional.
I couldn't help but take interest in Alex as she was quite stunning,
dressed in tight jeans and a loose blouse but not so loose as to disguise
her ample boobs. Dang, she had to be a least a D cup if not larger which
made me suspicious given her small frame. Hmmmmmm, were they fake? Well
if anyone would know it would be Steve, the connoisseur of boobs.
"Real?" I whispered between shots.
Steve knew immediately what I meant. It was actually a game we liked to
play, guessing whether a suspicious girl's boobs was real or fake.
Frankly, I've never been a fan of fake boobs but Steve has loved big ones
since I first met him. Why he ever dated me in the first place remains a
secret given my small size at the time. I've asked him many times and
just get a wicked smile in return.
Without hesitation he delivered the verdict. "Fake without a doubt.
Boobs that big and don't bounce means either one hell of a supporting
bra or they're fake and obviously she isn't wearing a bra."
Yeah, from the way the stayed up as high as mine and barely jiggles as
she walked, there was a lot more going on than what Mather nature had
intended. Still, fake or not I had to poke Steve more than once when I
caught him staring at them just a little too long to be appropriate.
Alex never gave any impression she was aware of his attention but then
she had to be accustomed to it by now. Besides, who gets boobs like
those and NOT want them looked at?
How long Jack had planned to shoot I didn't know but the girls were
starting to get a bit antsy. They loved the attention at the start but
at their age I was proud they lasted as long as they did. In any case
Jack now must have had a TON of photos. Even if only a fraction were
worth saving with so many to choose from I had no idea how we would
choose the ones to be framed. As he was doing this as a friend I knew
Jack would give them all to us, not like a typical photographer who keeps
the ones you don't pay for or imbeds a watermark over the proofs.
As Jack and Alex packed up I pulled Steve aside. "What now?" I asked,
nodding towards them.
In past years we at this point we split up with us taking the girls to
either Steve's mom or my Aunt Linda's place after which we would meet
again with Jack for the nude shoot. Keeping the girls with us eliminated
the need for a side trip but it was already getting well towards dusk and
besides, I preferred doing those type of shoots indoors away from prying
eyes. When planning I hadn't considered the girls being so tired and the
time getting so late. Even if we had the time, taking any more shots
today would be difficult with two cranky young girls.
As it turned out Jack had already taken care of everything. He and Alex
finished packing up and then met us by our car.
"I'll have those uploaded soon so you can pick out the ones you want
printed out," he started. Alex coughed and he corrected himself, "Make
that Alex will have them uploaded."
We all laughed and he continued, "Now about the second shoot..."
Steve and I glanced at each other. Jack quickly picked up on our
concerns saying, "Oh don't worry, Alex and I have done a number of
similar sessions. I've already told her your plans and your previous
shoots. There's no problem, right Alex?"
Alex smiled but I couldn't tell if it was genuine. I tried to read her
eyes but couldn't figure out if she was really OK with everything or just
going along for the ride. Even so I was willing to bet that while her
husband may have told her about photographing me and Steve nude he'd
probably left out the part where he joined in, especially since it was
just before their wedding day.
"Oh really? Well that's cool then," I remarked while looking at Alex to
see if she would allow that mask to drop for even a moment and reveal her
true feelings, "So you have done nude families as well?"
Any hopes I might catch her off guard were squelched as Alex didn't miss
a beat when she answered saying, "Actually we just did a nude family last
Week but their kids were considerably older - teenagers, high school age,
and they had a boy and a girl. It went over very well I thought, don't
you Jack?"
Jack nodded, looking at Steve more than me though.
"So they were ALL naked?" I pressed. Alex nodded so I added, "and you
were OK with that?"
"Oh yes," Alex confirmed, "I was raised in a nudist family so it was
quite natural for me."
Ahhhhhh! Now THAT was a twist I wasn't prepared for. Then again, many
nudist families claim that being nude doesn't mean having sex. Frankly
I've always thought that was a lot of BS but it's all but impossible to
prove otherwise and I wasn't about to ask her directly.
"OK then," Jack concluded before I could dig any further, "Steve, I'll e-
mail you the address for the second shooting. And Kelly... I promise it
won't be so long of a drive for the girls."
Chapter 4 - Taking Care of My Husband
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On our way home from the photoshoot we stopped to grab a quick bite to
eat at MacDonald's and the girls were more than ready for bed by the time
we got home. Kylie was sound asleep with Mylie's head bobbing so hard I
thought she was going to snap her neck! Thank God as Steve and I were
both still so horny it seemed forever before they were in bed sound
asleep. No sooner than I'd confirmed they were down for the count I
stood by the edge of the bed where my sexy husband was already laid out
butt naked on his back, his right hand gripping a wonderfully firm
erection like a baseball bat. OK, so he isn't QUITE that big but that
was the hold he had with just one hand.
"Damn, I've been waiting for this all day," he said with a grin as he
stroked himself slowly in front of me.
Within seconds my tank top was off, followed shortly by my bra exposing
my boobs.
"You're probably wishing my boobs were as big as hers," I said, holding
mine in my hands and lifting them up.
"Kelly, you know I love you just the way you are," he said lovingly,
"After all, you're the only girl I ever dated under a C cup."
Whether that was 100% true I severely doubted although he DID have quite
the reputation for dating girls with big boobs when we were in high
school. Indeed I can vividly remember be so jealous when he dated my
best friend Beth but then her boobs were coming in before sixth grade
started! Why he chose to ask me out when I barely qualified to retire my
training bra he's never told me, he's always skirted my questions or just
gave me some flippant answer. All I know is my insecurities over being
so small were a large part of why I made sure to blow him on our first
date - my first blowjob ever. What I may have lacked in breasts I was
hoping to make up in my skills. I wanted to make sure he asked me out
again so I didn't hesitate a second when I felt him push my head into his
crotch. Apparently my strategy worked, just to be sure I also gave him
my virginity shortly afterwards just to make sure.
"C'mon, let's see that pretty pussy!" he urged me impatiently, stroking
his stiff dick faster now in anticipation. God he looked so sexy laying
naked with his erect dick in his hand. It was all I could do not to just
jump on it but I knew he liked me to play the game. "Awwwwww, so does my
horny husband want to see my little kitty?" I teased while slowly pushed
down my shorts to my ankles and then stepping out of them.
"I don't just want to SEE it," he growled, "I want to FUCK it."
"Mmmmmmm, I love when you say that," I purred as I reached down to cup my
pussy. Since I'd stopped shaving I kept it neatly trimmed but still long
enough I could run my fingers through it. "Tell me what you want. C'mon
Steve, I want to know."
Steve grinned, his eyes focused on my crotch where my middle finger was
sliding between my wet pussy lips. He knew of course that I knew what he
wanted but it was a little game we played so he said, "You're the sexiest
woman alive. I know Jack had to be wanting you all day."
"Even more than his big-boobs wife?" I teased, "She's pretty hot, even if
her boobs would melt on a hot day. Did you even notice she had great
legs or were your eyes stuck on her chest? I bet you would've loved to
swap with him and have your dick glide between those melons."
Steve groaned as he stroked his cock in front of me. "Fuck yes, watch
you take his hard dick like the slut you are."
"You want to see him fuck me, don't you?" I taunted him, moving slowly to
the bed as I fingered myself in front of him. "You want to see how bad
he wants me... see me take his cum in front of his wife."
"Oh yes, but I want you NOW!" he snarled at me, reaching out with one
hand as he kept stroking himself. God he was so horny!
"Fuck me like you want to fuck Alex," I said softly as I lifted my leg up
and over so I could straddle him. His eyes widened and he grinned.
"Then turn around.... show me that sexy ass," he demanded.
If there was one part of me I knew Steve loved it was my butt. OK, so he
loves my pussy more than anything but aside from that when he wasn't
fucking me I knew a view of my bottom was always good for a quick
arousal. Whether or not he really wanted Alex in this way didn't matter,
at least not to me. It just made me feel so good whenever he
complimented my ass and I tried to dress for him in ways that gave him
the best view.
My hands rested on his thighs as I kneeled on each side of him, my crotch
spread nice and wide. Leaning forward, I lifted my hips so I was
directly over his dick which he was now holding to point it straight at
my pussy like a missile ready for takeoff. Slowly, at least as slowly as
my lust allowed, I dropped down onto him, first feeling the tip of his
dick as it met my wet pussy. I stopped then, teasing his cock with my
pussy as I slowly rotated my hips.
"Quit teasing me slut," my husband groaned. He put his hands on my bare
hips and pulled me down onto him. At first I resisted but he just pulled
down even harder until I relented and took him inside of me in one quick
motion until I was sitting on his lap with his cock imbedded in me.
"Fuck Kelly, you're pussy's amazing! Still so damn tight."
OK, so maybe he was being a little kind. After 19 years of sex (a LOT of
sex) and two kids I wasn't fooling myself thinking I was still the
fourteen year-old virgin he once enjoyed by any means. Still, I was
fortunate to still have a pussy tight enough to elicit compliments from
most men who fucked me, especially those older married men whose wife's
pussies had long since ceased satisfying them.
God he felt so good in me! Yet it wasn't just the stiffness of his dick
nor the size that made me feel so special. I mean face it, a dick is
pretty much a dick and while there are exceptions most are average -
hence the classification "average". No, for me sex is so much more than
just a man filling my pussy. This was no ordinary cock buried deep
inside of me - it was my husband's which made it unique and special.
People sometimes criticize me for using the word "fuck" to describe sex
but I reserve the phrase "making love" for one man - my husband. Not
even my father, who is the most special man to ever fuck me (yes, even
more than my husband) "fucks" me. I love my dad but he's still my dad
whereas Steve is my husband, the man for whom I vowed before God to love
and cherish, to submit myself, to be his wife and bear his children.
"Oh God Kelly... fuck me, I want you to fuck me," Steve groaned.
To most people listening that would just be him being horny but for me it
took on a special meaning. Steve and I enjoy lots of different positions
when we have sex but when you come down to it most can be classified in
one of three ways: 1) him fucking me; 2) me fucking him; 3) mutually
fucking. By that I mean who is doing "the work"... who is the one
creating the motion. In most cases we both are with him thrusting in and
out of me as I use my hips and legs to meet his moves. In second place
would be him fucking me, like in missionary when I lay relatively still
as he moves in and out or doggie where he holds my hips and drills me.
Then there are those times when he wasn't me to fuck him and by that I
mean he remains still while I make the motion happen... like now.
"That's it... just like that," he groaned again as I kneeled over him,
lifting my butt upwards until he almost slipped out and then dropping
back down on him. After a while it could be exhausting so I'd learned to
simply lean forward and then back which produced the same effect but
without expending so much energy.
"I love watching your pussy take me," Steve moaned behind me. It wasn't
hard for me to imagine the view as he'd taken enough photos and videos in
the past. While I'm definitely an exhibitionist, that doesn't mean I
like watching myself but it is sort of erotic at times to see things
from, his perspective.
"Spin around," he commanded after a while. I smiled as he didn't say
turn around which would have been far easier as I could have simply risen
up, let him flop out of me, and then resume with me facing him. No,
"spin" meant he didn't want me to let him slip out which required a
little more finesse.
Just a note... Funny thing about "spinning". I'd been having sex for
over two years before I even heard of the term. It wasn't until one
night I overheard my mom asking my dad how his little "spinner" was doing
and then asked her about it later that I learned what it meant.
Granted, at 33 it wasn't as easy as it was when he fucked me at fourteen
to manipulate myself 180 degrees around while keeping him inside of me,
but I'm still pretty petite and usually manage to do it successfully
maybe 90% of the time. In this case I wasn't about to lose him and soon
I was straddling him again, but this time facing him as I sat back down
on his cock to firmly imbed it within me.
"Nice," Steve complimented me for my efforts as he put his hands on my
bare hips again.
I leaned down to kiss him, my boobs resting against his chest. I loved
the feel of my nipples grazing against him, then my boobs pressing into
him. His hands roamed up and down my bare torso from my butt to my
shoulders caressing me as we kissed
"I love you Steve."
"I love you so much Kelly."
For a few minutes we just enjoyed the simple pleasure of being joined
together as man and wife. We were so still I swore I could feel him
throbbing inside of me although that could have just as easily been my
own heart pounding. My head rested on his chest as I concentrated on the
unique feeling of having a part of my husband deep inside of me. Every
now and then he would twitch involuntarily, a simple tiny thrust as if
his dick was trying to tell him to get moving again. It wasn't too much
later when his dick won the battle and I felt him start to move under me,
small little pushes to start and then growing in length and intensity.
"Sorry baby, I have to," he groaned apologetically, as if he need to be
sorry for giving into his lust for me. Far from it!
"It's OK honey... take me," I whispered, my voice thick with lust and
desire.
No need for any work on my part this time! Steve was pounding me now,
thrusting his hips upward as if he wanted to penetrate me even deeper
each time. I reached down and my fingers danced on my clit, the tips
sometimes reaching down enough to wear I could feel his wet shaft moving
against them.
"Oh God I'm cumming Steve!" I cried out softly, the pleasure gripping me
too tightly to speak any louder.
If anything my impending orgasm motivated Steve to fuck me even faster,
his erect shaft pounding me harder and faster beyond what should have
been possible. My orgasm swept over me like a tsunami wave of lust,
burying me with pleasure as my body felt like it was on fire from head to
toe. I just held myself still, Steve's dick not pausing second as I
gushed over him, flooding his dick and crotch with my cum. Time seemed
to stand still as I cried out, begging Steve to never stop fucking me.
As it ebbed I rode his dick like a bucking horse, trying to extend that
incredible feeling inside of me. Lifting myself up I would literally
drop down on his dick, my naked butt slamming into his crotch driving his
cock deeper and deeper into me.
"Shit... I can't hold back," Steve warned me, his voice an octave higher
now as he strained to maximize his own orgasm. "Oh fuck!!!" he cried out
loudly as I felt him buck upwards and then hold himself against me as his
dick flooded me with his cum. Again and again he erupted, again and
again his cum was released as deep inside of me as he could reach.
As he finished I leaned forward. His arms wrapped around me and he
rolled us over onto our side, his dick never leaving the loving confines
of his wife's hot pussy. I realized then the entire time we'd made love
he hadn't left me empty once!
"You better remember this next time you see Alex," I whispered to him as
his dick slowly dwindled within me as he fell asleep in my arms.
Chapter 5 - Starting a New Tradition
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Jack gave Steve the time and place for our second photoshoot. As it
turned out it was just a studio which sort of surprised me. I don't know
why but I just imagined it would be somewhere more "artsy" considering
the type of shoot but then I guess privacy won over.
I just wore a typical outfit - a pair of shorts and a blouse as it really
didn't matter seeing as I would be nude for the shoot. Similar for
Steve, just jeans and a T-shirt. The girls though were a different
matter. For the drive over they wore just the standard shorts and T-
shirts. It's what was in the small suitcase I brought with that took the
most time to pack. There's a fine line between erotic and pedophilia so
I wanted them to look cute with just a hint of their future sexuality
without making them look like young sluts. It needed to be something
they would wear normally yet with just that right amount of modification
to push it close to the edge.
I finally settled on some cute boy short style panties for younger Kylie
and a pair of white nylon panties for Mylie she'd outgrown but could
still stretch them out just enough to fit. On top I chose the same style
for both. They each had an old Frozen nightshirt that I could barely
stand to even look at anymore they'd been worn so many times. I tore
them off such that they would cover about half their torso or so, enough
to see their panties and midriffs but not expose their chests. True,
there was nothing to reveal but still, a girl's chest is her chest. I
had them try on their outfits at home when their father was at work so
Steve hadn't seen them. I thought it would be more fun to surprise him!
We arrived at studio where several other couples and another family were
waiting. I looked at Steve a little worried as I hadn't thought we'd
have anyone else around. Steve pointed at the desk where there was a
sign listing the photographers working at the studio and I realized they
must be for someone else. Dang, my heart was already racing so I didn't
need any more stimulus.
Alex was the one to appear and I smiled as every man in the room turned
to look. At least one earned a jab in the ribs from a sharp elbow! She
was dressed in black yoga pants with a long white tunic top that came
down just below her butt. It was actually quite modest yet hinted at a
hot body under everything.
"Hey guys, everyone ready?" she greeted us, extending her hand first to
Steve and then me. We all trooped in after her and I heard one of the
one mothers in the room mention how cute the girls looked. I smiled
appreciatively as I wondered what she would have said if she had known
how they would be dressed shortly. For that matter, it made me think yet
again about it myself. What was once just a hypothetical situation was
about to become reality!
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Inside the studio it was dark except for what looked to be someone's
living room. There was a large sofa, a couple of plush chairs, an older
TV set in a wall unit with books on each side, and a large oval rug in
the center. A couple of lamps were included but it looked like the bulbs
were low wattage with the majority of the light coming from the
professional units placed strategically outside the set. Large video
camera was mounted on a tripod - definitely not your typical little Sony
handheld from Best Buy. A plain table held a variety of cameras, lenses,
and a lap top computer which I assumed was for viewing the results.
"Hey, right on time," Jack greeted us, turning from the computer. Alex
moved discreetly to the side allowing Jack to take over. "I hope you
don't mind but I was just showing Alex your shoot from last year. I
thought it might help if she had some idea of the type of shots you
wanted."
For a moment it didn't hit me but then I couldn't help but drop my mouth.
Last year? The year we had the threesome? Did he really show his wife
of less than a year what he'd done with us, especially given it was just
a couple weeks before their wedding.
Alex spoke up, breaking the awkward silence. "I hope you don't mind.
Really Kelly, you are a beautiful woman and seeing you and Steve so much
in love... I think it was of Jack's best sessions. So many people
misunderstand nude photography, like it has to be some kind of porn
shoot. Yours were extremely tasteful. The photographer was quite
skilled!"
Jack just grinned at his wife's compliments. He also looked me in the
eye for just a moment and winked. It was like he was signaling to me
that it was OK, that Alex didn't know the full extent of our session
which WAS pretty much a porn shoot by the time it finished!
"I was explaining to Alex earlier that this is the first year your
daughters would be joining you," Jack told us.
"They're NOT going to be nude of course," I interrupted pointedly.
"Of course not," Alex immediately assured me, "Not at their age."
I looked at Steve rather smugly as if to say, "Ha! See, I'm not the only
one who thinks they're too young." While I may not have said the words,
he got the message and shook his head in resignation.
Jack stepped in, ever the professional. "Soooooo, I guess it's time."
"Why don't I get the girls ready first?" I offered. Alex nodded and
offered to help me which I gladly accepted. She took Mylie by the hand
and I took Kylie and moved off to a dressing room, leaving the guys
behind.
"Oh so cute!" Alex exclaimed as I removed their outfits from the
overnight case. "You know, I didn't want to say this in front of the
guys but when Jack first told me about this I wasn't too sure about it.
Frankly it sounded a little creepy."
I nodded and shrugged. "To be honest, I felt the same when Steve came to
me with the idea. Please don't think badly of him but he wanted them to
be nude with us but I just couldn't go with that. At least not at their
age!"
Alex smiled. "Well I think you made the right decision. We DID have a
family not long ago with two teens - a girl 14 and her brother 16. Now
they DID all get nude but at their ages it was much different."
I laughed. "So was the father and son erect the whole time?"
"I like you Kelly," Alex laughed, "Most people wouldn't be confident
enough to even admit they thought that way. And yes, they were. None of
them seemed the least bit concerned and if anything they made it a part
of the session."
"How so?"
Alex leaned over with a conspiratorial look. "I'm not supposed to
discuss other people's shoots but it was VERY erotic. In most of them
the girl held her brother while the mom held her husband. There were a
few though where they switched. That was as far as they went but they
seemed so comfortable doing it that it was obvious it was something they
were accustomed to. I still wonder how far they go at home!"
"Well, I know how we did last year's shots but there won't be any of that
today, at least not when the girls are in the frame."
"Of course," Alex purred, "I wouldn't expect it any other way."
With that we got the girls undressed and then into their outfits. They
looked so cute! It was exactly the look I was trying for - a little
sexier than what they normally would wear at home but still leaving them
with that air of innocence. People might look at them and think twice,
but not to where they would wonder what happened at home the way Alex
described the earlier family.
"Do you want to undress now?" Alex asked. She glanced through the
curtains. "Looks like your husband didn't wait."
I sighed and rolled my eyes. Alex giggled, "Yes men can be so
predictable."
"Exactly what I always say!" and we both laughed.
"Here, can I help?" she offered.
I shook my head. "No thanks, not like I have that much to remove."
Indeed, it only took a few seconds and I was nude with my clothes neatly
folded by Alex and placed on the table with the girls' outfits.
"You look even better in person than in the photos," Alex complimented me
with a smile.
For just a moment I found myself wondering if maybe Alex was hitting no
me but then she turned to help the girls and I realized she was just
being polite. After all, it was her job to make people feel better in
potentially awkward situations.
"Mommy where's your outfit?" Mylie asked innocently. Kids! They don't
miss a thing although it wasn't hard to notice I was nude. I may not
wear much at times around the apartment but rarely am I nude other than
maybe in the bathroom or bedroom getting ready or in bed. Thankfully
Alex stepped in to bail me out.
"This IS your mommy's outfit," she assured my daughter. Mylie may have
been just five but she was a very mature girl for her age and wasn't
buying it.
"But mommy doesn't have any clothes on," she protested.
"And either will your daddy," Alex informed her. "But they are grownups
and that is what grownups wear when they do this. You're a little girl
and you're wearing what little girls wear. OK?"
Mylie wasn't buying it, I knew that look all too well, like when I tried
telling her my wine was just for big people. Alex hustled us all out
before she could figure out a comeback and soon we joined the men where
sure enough, Steve was stark naked. It rather surprised me being as
homophobic as he was. It was rare that I ever saw him close to another
man when naked, let alone when the other guy was fully clothed.
With that we got started. For the first thirty minutes or so it was
pretty much like any other photoshoot with Jack positioning us on the
couch side by side with the girls on the outside, then on the floor, and
finally me in Steve's lap with the girls sitting at his feet. It was the
first time I'd made contact with his cock since we started and I could
feel him react to the warmth of my smooth butt positioned over him.
Once Jack had his shots he told us all to get back on the couch but Steve
held me down on his lap.
"Something wrong Steve?" Jack asked, "Did you want some of just the two
of you?"
Of course I knew what Steve's "problem" was - he had a full blown
erection in progress pressing up into my butt! I didn't want to say
anything to embarrass him so I spoke up and asked for a few shots of us.
As Jack changed lenses I leaned back and whispered into Steve's ear, "You
might try to control yourself buster."
"Yeah right, like I have any control over the situation," he protested,
"And it would help if you would stop wiggling on him."
OK, guilty as charged but then what's a girl supposed to do when she
feels a delicious hard cock against her bottom?
Steve was in no better shape when Jack finished so there was no use
stalling further. I stepped up and Steve's erection sprung up like a
flower in spring.
"Ahhhhhh, I see the real problem," Jack chuckled, "Don't worry, we're
done with the ones where you're exposed so it's no problem."
"So what's next?" I asked. Personally, with all the shots Jack had taken
I'd assumed we were finished.
"I just thought it would be cute to do some mother and father-daughter
shots," Jack offered, "What do you think?"
I pointedly stared at my husband's throbbing erection. Once he was in
that condition I knew it didn't just go away on its own, at least not for
a while and we didn't have all day to wait for him to wind down.
"Let's start with you Kelly then and see how things are when we're done,"
Jack offered.
It sounded like a viable plan so I took a seat on the couch. Jack had me
sit with my legs under me and then positioned the girls in front.
Assessing the position, I thought it actually wasn't all that revealing.
While it would be obvious I was naked, with Mylie in front of my chest
and Kylie pressed in against my crotch I could have been wearing a bikini
if a couple areas weren't exposed which would have been covered.
As Jack shot us, I noticed Alex standing next to Steve who was still
sporting a respectable erection. Something told me watching me with the
girls wasn't helping matters. I couldn't help but smile thinking maybe
Alex should reach over and take matters into her hands so to speak.
Steve was 36 now and wasn't about to regain an erection as swiftly as he
did back in our teen years. Honestly it wouldn't have bother me if she
had but there were no signs of THAT happened although Steve did seem to
have an interest in her sizable boobs.
"OK, time for dad... mom, we're done with you if you want to get
dressed."
Steve was still stiff so there was no way I was leaving with him in that
condition. I stood out of the way though, curious how Jack was going to
handle things. Turned out it wasn't too hard (no pun intended)...
Jack had Steve sit on the couch, legs over the edge and feet on the
floor. At Jack's request, Alex took Mylie's hand and moved her out of
the scene. Jack then told Steve to place Kylie on his lap. Having just
been there not too long ago, I knew what she was going to feel underneath
her and for just a moment I started to protest but then decided to give
them a chance before I made an premature objections.
At first my worst fears were realized. Kylie was so tiny when she sat on
her dad's lap his erection poke out in front and was clearly visible
sticking up between her little thighs. Oh my god! No way but just as I
stepped forward Jack took over.
"OK Steve, we need to something with that fella. How about bringing it
up behind her where it's not so obvious?"
Steve clearly was disappointed but then he knew better - or he better
know better! Reluctantly he did as told and the shots went off perfect.
Again, nothing "bad" was revealed and he could have been wearing a swim
suit but for the fact Kylie wasn't wide enough to keep his bare hips from
showing.
Mylie was next and it was pretty much a repeat performance. Steve should
have learned from the first time where to position himself but yet again
he allowed himself to poke through Mylie's thighs. Only Mylee was
wearing tight little panties, tight enough for a small camel toe, and
Steve's dick managed to perfectly fit in against her crotch to where I
could even make out the indentation he made into her panties. Ten years
from now and without the panties he'd have been penetrating her!
"Steve!" I hissed to get his attention as he seemed far to mesmerized at
the moment. He seemed startled and then smiled meekly, as if he hadn't
realized what was happening. Yeah right!
The final shot of the day was him on the couch with both girls sitting
next to him. Before going further he same over to where Alex and I were
watching. He had a funny look on his face which should have forewarned
me for what he was about to say. Well, it should have...
"Ummmmm, Kelly, I know how you have been feeling about all this but I
feel as a professional I need to at least offer you this opportunity."
My Spidey sense flared and I looked him sternly in the eye, all but
daring him to say what I thought he was about to say. Had to give him
credit, he marched right into the hail of bullets.
"I was thinking maybe a few very private photos for the two of you might
be something you might not be so fond of now but would treasure someday
when they're older."
"Private? As in HOW private?"
"Oh nothing like you might be thinking, just the two of them holding
their dad. As you can tell, he's quite ready and willing so it's not
like they would have to actually DO anything."
I hadn't expected jack to offer this sort of "opportunity" so it had to
be the work of Steve before we came. Figures. Then there was Jack's
wife - what would SHE think? Turns out I may have misjudged her.
"I think it's a wonderful idea," Alex said, "And it sounds very tasteful
so I wouldn't worry."
Hmmmmmm, if Alex thought the idea of two little girls gripping their
dad's cock was "tasteful", then what had actually happened during that
family shoot she described in much the same way?
I looked over at the couch where Steve was playing with the girls, his
cock even stiffer now if anything. This was something I didn't even
allow him to do in the privacy of our home, let alone allow photos and
video to be taken! Just then Mylie tried to sit on his lap again and I
could see Steve's cock actually bend from the pressure of her barely
covered crotch as she bore down on him. That settled it for me.
"Let's go girls, time to go home!" I called to them. Alex offered to
help again but this time I turned to her and glared. "Don't even think
of touching them."
Yes, things were a little tense as we got dressed and left but I left
knowing I did the right thing.
That night Steve and I made love. We made it a practice to never go to
bed mad at each other and nothing smoothed things over like good sex.
As for jack and Alex, Steve smoothed thing over with them and as it turns
out, we plan to do a swap in the near future!
Without the girls this time...
THE END
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