by Emily Vixen
"Of course," she sighed, rolling onto her back again and using her forearm to shield her eyes from the light, "there's only one thing he really wants. Unless I suddenly get incredibly skinny, made of metal and start smacking his balls around then I doubt he's going to be interested." She'd meant to make a joke about him being more interested in his golf clubs than her, but now that she'd said it she realised what a bizarre mental image she'd managed to conjure up. She couldn't help laughing slightly at the thought. Perhaps he would be happier with a skinny robot wife who smacked his balls around. If that was the case then it didn't really help but it was still a funny thought.
Whilst the little joke didn't completely improve her mood it was at least enough to help her get out of bed. She slowly sat up and stretched, groaning quietly as she felt one of her arms crack. She was getting stiff with the lack of exercise. A few years ago he'd been unable to keep his hands off her and they'd been at it pretty much every single night. Slowly but surely his interest had waned and he'd taken more of a shine to wrapping his hands around his golf clubs rather than her. She had expected their wild sex life to diminish a little over the years but she hadn't expected him lose interest completely. She didn't even remember the last time they'd fucked. She liked to think it was within the last month but she wasn't even certain about that.
Erica got to her feet and dragged herself to the bathroom, trying desperately to remember the last time that she and her husband had actually slept together. Last week? No, he'd been on a business trip. Well that wasn't really his fault. She couldn't hold that against him. The week before that? No, he'd had a golf tournament and said he was too exhausted most days. What about the week before that? No, he'd been working late all week trying to meet a deadline. Had it really been over three weeks since they last had sex? No wonder she was feeling so ignored and unfulfilled. She appreciated how hard he worked but she really didn't want him to do it at the expense of their relationship.
"Maybe I ought to try something sexy for him," she mused, making use of the toilet before hopping in the shower. Hopefully a warm shower would perk her up for the day ahead. She'd tried putting on some sexy underwear for him before but that hadn't worked. She'd also tried to speak to him about his fantasies, about what sort of dirty fetishes he kept secret, but unfortunately his responses had all been a little dull. The best she'd managed to get out of him was that the thought of two women going at it was kind of hot, he supposed, but she didn't see how that helped. She would certainly feel better getting off, and she had no problem with it being a woman, but she didn't imagine it would help their sex life. She had briefly considered that having him watch her fuck another woman might work. It would probably turn him on and make him want her more and she would certainly enjoy the exhilaration of being watched. Unfortunately there wasn't anyone she was prepared to ask. She couldn't imagine any of her friends agreeing to such a thing, especially when her husband would be watching them, so she was back to square one.
Erica spent her time in the shower trying desperately to think of something, anything, that might help her situation. She continued thinking it over as she dried off and went downstairs to grab some breakfast. It wasn't until she was sat in front of the television that she finally came up with a solution. Well, perhaps saying that she came up with a solution was unfair. It wasn't really her idea. The only reason she had come up with a solution was because an advert on the television had pretty much handed her the idea on a silver platter. The advert was for a photography company, and whilst boudoir photography wasn't exactly the service they were offering it was still close enough to give her the idea. That was perfect! A little book of sexy photographs in all sorts of steamy costumes and poses to give to her husband as a gift. That was sure to get him interested!
Once she was done eating breakfast she would hop online and find a local photographer to help out. There was bound to be at least one photographer in the local area that would offer the service, though it occurred to her that she would have to make sure it was a female photographer. She assumed the men would be equally as professional as the women but nonetheless she felt a lot safer and more comfortable with the thought of another woman taking sexy photographs of her. She imagined her husband would be happier if the photographer was a woman as well, not only because there wouldn't be another man looking at her but also because it could play into his fantasy of watching two women getting off together.
Erica finished the remainder of her breakfast fairly quickly, eager to get it out of the way so she could follow up on the plans she'd been making whilst watching the television. As soon as she was finished she dropped her bowl and cutlery in the sink and whipped out her smartphone, searching for any local photographers that offered boudoir services. It didn't take long to find someone. In fact, she was spoiled for choice. There was clearly quite a lot of demand for boudoir services if the supply was anything to go by. She was a little overwhelmed at first when she started scrolling through the countless companies and names but eventually decided it would be best to start at the beginning. She scrolled to the top of the page and started checking out the companies one after another - where they were based, how much they charged, if they could provide a female photographer and when they would be available.
The first four companies she looked into failed to fulfil at least one of her requirements. One of them did the seemingly unthinkable and failed to meet even one of her requirements, offering the services of a man who would accept bookings from anywhere but expected people to travel to him only to pay huge sums of money to squeeze into his schedule at some point over the next six months. She assumed he was someone important. She didn't recognise his name but she could see no other reason that people were willing to pay such extortionate prices to have him photograph them. Oh well. Now wasn't the time to wind herself up thinking about that. She needed to focus on the task at hand.
The fifth company she looked into was small and local and seemed to be precisely what she needed. There was no fancy company name and instead the photographer simply went by her name. Veronica was, based on what information Erica cold garner from reading reviews from previous clients, incredibly skilled and very professional. One of the reviews also went on to describe how gorgeous she was, which seemed a bit of a strange thing to include, but Erica didn't think too much about it. It certainly wasn't the strangest review she'd ever read.
"Well, it all looks good," Erica thought aloud, "guess I'd better call her before I change my mind and chicken out." She found the number and called it, not giving herself too long to think things over, and brought the phone up to her ear. She had expected to be put on hold for a while before getting through to a receptionist or an answering machine. Instead she got an answer after only a couple of rings.
"Hello, this is Veronica Photography, how can I help you today?" The woman on the phone sounded incredibly bright and casual and her tone was both welcoming and professional. Erica hadn't even met the woman yet but she was already pleased with her decision. This was definitely a good first impression.
"Uh, yes, hello." Erica cleared her throat, trying to ignore her embarrassment as she made her enquiry. "I'm actually looking for some...boudoir photography, to be collected into a book to be given as a gift," she explained, trying to sound casual on the phone despite the nature of her request. "Is that something you can offer?"
"Of course," Veronica said happily, either not noticing or choosing to ignore Erica's mild embarrassment. "It's actually one of the things I get asked for most. Have you already seen my prices online?" she checked.
"Yes, I've seen all the prices, they all seem very reasonable," Erica said. She felt a little better knowing that boudoir photography was so frequently requested. It made her feel less self-conscious about her decision to give it a try. "When are you free to do the photo-shoot?"
"Whenever you'd like. We can do it this week if you like. I don't have any jobs for the rest of this week. I can even come over and go through it with you today if you're
interested."
"Today?" Erica yelped. The thought of getting it done faster was appealing but she wasn't sure. Being put on the spot like this made it difficult to actually come a decision.
"If you'd like I can visit you just to discuss the process in person," Veronica suggested. "If you want to go ahead then we can, and if not then we'll just organise it for a later date. No pressure," she assured her. "How does that sound?"
"Alright," Erica agreed after giving it a moment's thought. "Yes, that sounds good, thank you. I'll text you over my address in a moment."
"Okay, I'll be over in an hour if that's okay?"
"Sure, sounds good. I look forward to seeing you." Erica exchanged farewells with the photographer before ending the call and sending her a quick message containing her address. It seemed more sensible to give her the address by text message instead, that way she would have it for reference and wouldn't need to try and remember it long enough to make a note of it somewhere.
"I can't believe I'm actually organising this," Erica said to herself with a little chuckle. Her heart was beating faster with anticipation. She couldn't work out if she was excited or worried. It was probably a little of both. She was worried that the pictures wouldn't come out very well, or that somehow she might end up embarrassing herself. The excitement had a more obvious cause. She was going to be stripping down to her sexiest underwear while a stranger took pictures of her. That sort of exposure would turn most people on.
Erica did her best to keep herself busy for the following hour. It wasn't easy but somehow she managed to keep herself entertained until she finally heard the doorbell. She quickly rushed over to the door, stopping only briefly in order to check she looked decent before opening the door. She ignored her nervous excitement and greeted her guest with a friendly smile as she opened the door and set her eyes on Veronica for the first time.
She hadn't given much thought as to what her photographer would look like, but if she had then she was certain she would have underestimated just how hot she was going to be. She had chosen her clothes well and they hugged her impressive figure perfectly, her sizeable bust highlighted excellently by her blouse whilst her tight pants clung to her beautiful, well-rounded ass. She was a little taller than Erica, though she realised moments later that her height was mostly due to the high heels she was wearing. The shoes made her already sexy legs look a little longer and even better, and the heels themselves seemed like they'd be perfectly suited to walking all over Erica and putting her in her place.
"Erica, right? You wanted me to come over and discuss some photography with you?" Veronica's voice was calm and professional yet it was impossible to disguise the under-layer of allure. Even her voice seemed designed to charm the pants off her clients. No wonder she had so many good reviews from previous clients. Boudoir photography could be a little embarrassing and awkward yet there was something about Veronica that made her want to strip to her underwear then and there. The thought of exposing herself to this other woman was incredibly exciting. If this was how she felt only moments after meeting her then she imagined the photography session would be far easier than expected. She made a mental note to mention her experience in detail to her husband as well. Even if the sexy pictures didn't do the trick and excite him then hopefully he'd be equally as thrilled to hear about how excited she was at the mere prospect of stripping down in front of another woman.
"...I do have the right house, don't I?" Veronica asked warily.
"Oh!" Erica winced. She hadn't realised that all her time fantasising about the woman in front of her had prevented her from actually responding. "Sorry, yes! I was miles away," she said with a little laugh, stepping aside and inviting Veronica in, "sorry about that, please, come in. That's right, I was the one who called you."
"It's fine," Veronica chuckle. "I know having this sort of a service done can be a little embarrassing. You're not the first person I've had freeze up on me, though admittedly they're normally at least down to their underwear first."
"I guess I was letting my thoughts run away with me," Erica confessed with an embarrassed smile.
"Oh?" Veronica's curiosity was clearly piqued by her comment. "Did you have something in particular in mind that caught your attention? I don't mean to pry, but if there's something in particular that's got you thinking then maybe we can use it to make you more comfortable with the photography session. Of course, that's assuming it's related."
"Oh, er, it is kind of related," Erica said uncertainly. She hesitated a moment, trying to think of an excuse, but in the end gave up and decided to just be honest. Well, mostly honest at least. "I suppose it's just that, the more I thought about having those pictures taken, the more I realised how fun it actually seems. I'm actually kind of excited about it."
"Is that so?" Veronica couldn't help grinning slightly. "Well that's a nice change of pace. Normally my clients want me to help convince them into it when they start getting a little shaky. If you're that eager then I'd probably suggest we push ahead and get it done. I wouldn't want you to leave it for too long and end up changing your mind."
"Do you think you'd be able to do it today?" Erica asked. "I was under the impression it took a lot of setting up."
"It's not a problem, I have the rest of the day free and it doesn't really take me that long anyway. If you show me where you want to set up then I can go and grab my things from the car and get everything ready for you."
Erica considered it for a moment before nodding decisively. "Alright, yes, let's do it. I don't want to hesitate too long and change my mind. I'm thinking we'll set up in my bedroom, if that's okay?"
"No problem, lead the way," Veronica said, letting Erica lead her through the house to the bedroom.
After getting a good look at the setting, Veronica retreated to her car and collected her things. Within twenty minutes she'd successfully prepared the room for the shoot. The curtains were drawn, a few decorations were strewn about and her equipment was set up. As an incredibly useful finishing touch she'd also brought along a trunk full of clothes and costumes in various sizes. Plenty of clients wouldn't have the necessary clothes to pull off a sexy photo shoot so she regularly brought some stuff with her, ranging from lacy underwear to kinky nurse or cop uniforms.
"Wow, you really can work wonders with a room," Erica said, looking at everything she'd done.
"I used to be into interior design, always good to have transferable skills in the work place," Veronica explained with a laugh. "Alright, to start off why don't we have you posing in your regular underwear?" she suggested. "It'll give us a good base to work from, and then if you have anything in mind or if anything in the costume and clothes trunk catches your eye then you can change into that for the next few pictures."
"Alright, sounds good." Erica took a breath to try and calm herself before stripping down. Moments later she was wearing nothing but her bra and panties. Her nipples were stiff with arousal and her thighs already felt with with excitement as she struck a pose on the bed. She figured her wetness wouldn't be too obvious to Veronica, though admittedly a part of her wanted the other woman to notice just how worked up and horny she was getting as a stranger took sexy photographs of her in nothing but her underwear.
Having her picture taken in her underwear was already fun. It was even better when she started changing into different outfits, showing off her body in sexy costumes for a few photographs and dressing up in sexy nurse and cop outfits. It took a couple of tries to find the right size with how many different outfits Veronica had brought along with her but in the end she actually ended up settling on tops that were a little too small for her. They would have been uncomfortable to wear for too long but putting them on just for the sake of posing for a few moments actually made her feel even sexier, especially with the way the outfits squished her tits together and emphasised her already impressive cleavage.
"Alright, this is pretty good so far," Veronica said, looking through the pictures she had on her camera so far. "I
think we've got enough good material for the first half even, and that's just using your costume pictures. We haven't even moved on to the underwear yet. You're a lot more into this than I expected after how uncertain you sounded on the phone."
"Yeah, I guess I kind of started getting into it once we started," Erica admitted with a little laugh. "It's kind of fun having someone take photos of me like this."
"Oh?" Veronica gave her a dirty smirk. "Is that so? Then perhaps you'll have even more fun if we move on to the underwear next. I have quite a few options in the trunk, so pick whatever makes you feel sexy and I'll get some good shots of you for the collection."
"Alright, sounds good!" Erica eagerly collected a couple of different bra and panty sets before retreating to the en-suite bathroom to change. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her cunt was dripping wet with excitement as she quickly got changed. She had chosen a red set of underwear in lace that was purposefully designed not to cover too much of her. She'd chosen it not only because it would look better in her photo collection but also because she wanted to expose even more of herself to Veronica. Having the other woman taking pictures of her was a huge turn-on. A part of her wondered if she could convince Veronica to finish with a bang and take a few pictures of her completely naked. The idea of boudoir photography was meant to be pictures that were sexy yet not too wild. That didn't sound as fun as lying back and spreading her pussy to give Veronica a good view. Still, if having her picture taken in sexy underwear was all she could get then she was willing to accept that instead.