Forwarded: Taking my wife to have a sex photoshoot

My wife and her colleague got the photography studio's contact information. After discussing the price and things to note, they scheduled an outdoor shoot for next Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, followed by a studio shoot on Sunday. Interestingly, when I sent the photographer some casual photos of the two of us, he offered to give us the wedding photos for free if my wife was willing to be their print model for two years. Naturally, I wanted to protect my wife's future privacy and declined his suggestion, but hoped they would try their best to showcase her most charming features.
He then asked if we could use male models for the shoot, and whether that would be considered inappropriate. I thought for a moment and said, "As long as you can convince my wife during the shoot, I won't restrict how we shoot in the end."
I also hoped they could take some more revealing photos than my wife's colleague's. The photographer immediately understood my meaning and assured me that it would be no problem, as they were very experienced.
On Wednesday morning, we made some simple preparations as requested by the photographer and went to the studio.
The studio was quite large and looked very professional, with a constant stream of people consulting. Because we had made an appointment by phone in advance, we were directly led to the photography needs discussion area.
To avoid any unnecessary embarrassment for my wife, I had already communicated with the photographer beforehand. However, since my wife was the main subject of the shoot, she still needed to check off the shooting items to confirm. My wife looked at the shooting items from top to bottom, blushing more and more as she went through them, glancing at me every now and then. I gave her encouraging looks each time.
Finally, my wife confirmed all the shooting items, and the photographer was very happy, saying that he would take a perfect set of wedding photos for us.
After paying the deposit, we met the service team for this photo shoot: two photographers, an assistant, and two makeup artists. After a brief exchange, they immediately started working. The photographers arranged the work very well, requiring almost no intervention from me, and their shooting techniques were also very novel. They first told my wife and me what content we would be shooting for each segment, as well as the background, like a script. As a result, my wife was very happy after the day's shoot, saying that she felt like she was an actress.
The first three days were spent in this kind of atmosphere, and we had already flipped through two pages of our shooting schedule. Next, I knew it was time to start shooting the more intimate parts. The two photographers first separated us so they could have a thorough discussion. I had no problem with it, and my wife, because of her satisfying experience a couple of days ago, surprisingly agreed readily.
Since my wife was the main subject of this part, the photographers had me watch from the second floor of the studio to ease her anxiety. My wife, her face flushed, went into the makeup room to begin her body makeup. From my conversation with the photographers, I learned that although my wife's body was almost perfect, to achieve the best shooting effect under the lighting, she would need to have some makeup done on key areas, such as her breasts, waist, genitals, and anus.
I was actually quite worried about whether my wife could accept this kind of makeup, but when she came out of the makeup room with the photographers more than an hour later, I was amazed. My usually cute and playful wife was now stunningly beautiful with the makeup, her slightly shy expression and clear, pure eyes making her look even more delicate.
My wife came out wearing a bathrobe, turning her head back and forth as if looking for me. The photographers told her that to facilitate the photography, I had temporarily arranged for her to work in post-production to help select photos. My wife was a little disappointed but also a little happy, unable to describe her feelings.
The photoshoot began quickly. The first task was for my wife to unbutton her bathrobe, as the photographer needed to adjust the ISO based on the lighting and her makeup. My wife shyly and slowly unbuttoned her bathrobe, her arms covering her nipples and her hands covering her pubic hair, standing there with her head down.
"Okay, come on... slowly move your hands away, and see how the makeup looks."
The photographer guided her step by step.
My wife raised her hands, then shyly put them behind her back, keeping her head down and not daring to look at the camera.
"Good, not bad! Come on, raise your head, it's all dark in front of you, you can't see anything."
My wife slowly raised her head, her hazy eyes difficult to capture, the makeup concealing her shyness.
"Very good, strike a few poses... yes, very beautiful... very pretty..."
The photographer continued to guide her, and my wife gradually got into character, becoming more relaxed. The cameras of the two photographers beside her were "swish swish," recording my wife's every movement and expression. My wife would sometimes cup her breasts, sometimes stick out her buttocks, striking various seductive poses. The photographer's demands became increasingly daring, eventually even going so far as to approach her and use macro photography to capture every alluring part of her body.
"Sit down, spread your legs to the sides. Come on, we need to capture the most beautiful parts and the most beautiful moments."
My wife sat on the red silk, her legs gradually opening, revealing her recently made-up vulva. Her vulva was still as tender and glistening as before, only now with a blush. This blush, set against the backdrop of her almost dripping vaginal fluid, looked particularly alluring.
"Use your little hands to slowly part your two labia, let us see your most beautiful and attractive part."
My wife used her jade-like fingers to part her labia, and the photographer immediately began snapping away at the small opening containing her vulva. My wife closed her eyes in embarrassment.
"Hold on, the juices are about to drip, let's capture the moment they fall, okay?"
My wife nodded gently, then spread her labia minora a little wider, a small trickle of juice dripping down her labia minora. The two photographers' lenses flashed wildly at the same time.
"Very good! Very beautiful! Let's look at your clitoris again, okay? That most charming little bean."
My wife was completely in character, one hand continuing to separate her labia minora, the other hand lifting up the tender flesh covering her clitoris, naturally another scene that would kill the photographers' film.
"Let's look at your anus, okay? That's your most private place that hasn't been explored."
My wife rolled over and lay face down on the silk, sticking her buttocks up as high as possible, lightly touching her anus with her hand. To be honest, in the three years I've lived with my wife, I've never admired her anus like this before, it almost made me ejaculate.
The photographers took a few more full-body shots before yelling "Cut!" My wife lay on the ground almost exhausted, and the photographers had to help her back to the dressing room. When my wife finally came out of the photo studio, I was waiting for her with lunch.
"Honey, where did you go this morning? I couldn't find you anywhere!"
"I went to the post-production team to help choose photos! How did the shoot go this morning?"
"Oh...it went well. I'll show you the photos when they're ready. Honey, are you coming to the studio this afternoon?"
"I don't know yet! As long as the shoot goes smoothly, it's fine whether I come or not."
"Oh...honey, you can still help me choose photos this afternoon, pick out some nice ones!"
The photographer told me that a storyline had been added to the afternoon shoot. Because my wife is cute and well-behaved, and completely like a student, the scene was a classroom. The scenario was that my wife stayed at school after class, secretly fantasizing about having sex. While she was engrossed in this fantasy, a few thugs came and raped her.
The photographer said that the rape scene would definitely be mainly processed in post-production, but to achieve the best effect, it would be best to take one or two photos where the rape was actually done, so there would be a contrast during processing. My blood was pumping, and without considering the consequences, I said no problem, as long as my wife agreed.
The shoot began as scheduled in the afternoon, and I secretly watched from the second floor. The studio had been changed to a larger one, decorated like a classroom. When my wife came out of the dressing room, she was wearing a slightly tight school uniform with white stockings on her legs. A small ponytail accentuated her cute and innocent charm, and her eye makeup made her look even more captivating.
Clearly, the photographer had already explained the shooting background to my wife in the dressing room. She cooperated by sitting at the table pretending to read, occasionally lifting her school uniform skirt or pouting. Gradually, she got into character, unbuttoning her collar and the top few buttons of her school uniform, revealing glimpses of her underwear to the photographer.
Following the photographer's directions, she exposed more and more. First, she slowly removed her bra; her two small nipples were faintly visible through the thin school uniform shirt, particularly alluring, subtly enticing the surrounding lecherous men. Later, she took off her panties through her school uniform skirt, kneading her breasts while reaching her hand inside the skirt, occasionally letting out panting sounds. Hearing her voice, I knew she wasn't just posing; she was actually inserting her fingers into her vagina…
The photographer encouraged her to be even bolder, unbuttoning her shirt completely, lifting her skirt further, and sitting with her legs apart on a chair, masturbating in front of him. My wife was now fully immersed in the role, her blushing face becoming even more alluring, her two bright eyes filled with longing. The photographer captured every exposed part of her body, especially her innocent yet yearning expression, which would make anyone want to possess her.
The photographer then whispered something in her ear, and she buttoned up her shirt again, stood in front of the teacher's podium, and rubbed her vulva against the corner of the podium through her school uniform skirt. At this moment, four boys in school uniforms walked in from behind the studio. Each of them was over 1.8 meters tall, very strong, and extremely handsome; it was obvious they were male models arranged by the photographer.
The photographer told them to be as natural as possible, not to be too pretentious, as the following shots would be mainly candid, with posing required at key moments. My wife was currently leaning on the podium, her short skirt barely concealing her pert bottom, a wisp of dark hair faintly visible between her legs. The four male models, clearly aware of the situation beforehand, approached my wife, sometimes gently, sometimes roughly, pulling and tugging at her. Standing at only 1.6 meters tall, she looked helpless among them, completely at their mercy.
They laid her flat on the desk, removed her shoes, revealing her small feet encased in stockings. The four of them began kissing her fingers and toes, moving upwards. My wife, unaccustomed to such stimulation, let out a soft cry, appearing as if she were truly being raped. The photographer, of course, didn't miss this classic performance.
When they reached her inner thighs, her skirt and shirt were naturally removed, leaving only a cute garter belt. My wife shyly covered her breasts, but the pubic hair around her vulva couldn't be concealed. She could only turn her leg to try and block the photographer's lens. Actually, this was the effect the photographer wanted, and he couldn't help but loudly praise my wife's acting potential, her movements perfectly executed.
"Now, shall we officially move on to the candid shooting stage? Relax, just follow your body's instincts. Forcing it might hurt you a little, but don't worry."
My wife nodded gently.
"They'll be mimicking a rape, kissing you, kneading you, so be prepared and try not to yell 'stop,' okay?"
My wife nodded gently again.
Then, like wolves spotting their prey, the four male models stripped off their clothes, pressed themselves against my wife, and kissed her entire body. The two on top each sucked on one of her nipples, while my wife's small hands gripped their penises and stroked them; the two below, one licked my wife's vagina, and the other sucked on my wife's toes. My wife immediately lost control and tried to break free, but she was firmly pressed against the table, only able to gasp for breath, feeling the stimulation on her body.
The photographer's lens flashed rapidly, not missing a single expression of my wife's arousal. Gradually, my wife went from resistance to submission, her breasts swollen even more from being kneaded, and the vaginal fluid from her vagina almost choked the model giving her oral sex.
The wife, who initially tried to break free, began to actively enjoy herself. She forcefully lifted the heads of the two male models above her, pressing their mouths against her nipples; her legs were spread wide open by the other two, who were fiddling with her labia and occasionally inserting their fingers into her vagina, causing her genitals to tremble.
"Xue'er, relax your lower body a bit, let me film the deepest part of your vagina, okay? It might hurt a little, but please bear with it, okay?"
The wife was now enjoying the assault from the four men, completely ignoring their requests and obediently complying with everything. The wife slightly curled her legs apart, and the photographer moved to the position opposite her genitals, getting very close to her vagina. He then gestured for the two male models to insert their fingers into her vagina, initially stirring slowly to relax her vagina as much as possible, and then having them each add another finger.
My penis is less than 2.5 centimeters thick, and my wife's vagina is usually as tight as a virgin's. How could she withstand such a large stimulation? She cried out in pain. At this moment, a male model immediately put his mouth to my wife's clitoris, and my wife, not knowing what to do, began to twist her body. The photographer ignored my wife's cries and had two models use their fingers to stir my wife's vagina. Slowly, my wife's vagina could adapt a little, and she stopped crying out in pain, only trembling as she enjoyed the repeated stimulation.
The photographer gestured for the two models to remove one finger, inserting only their middle fingers, and then try to spread my wife's vagina as wide as possible. After the stimulation, the extent to which my wife's vagina was open was astonishing. The photographer took a few pictures, but was clearly not satisfied.
"Can you bear it a little longer? Spread it a little wider, it might hurt a little, but it will be over soon."
My wife nodded and adjusted her leg position to allow the two fingers to penetrate even deeper. The two male models inserted their fingers even more forcefully, prying open his wife's delicate little hole. This time, his wife was in excruciating pain, gripping the arms of the two models above her and screaming loudly. But his wife's little pussy was still mercilessly opened, and the photographer frantically took dozens of photos in a row. After taking the photos, he also panted heavily.
"So beautiful! So beautiful! You are the most beautiful one I have ever photographed. Your delicate pussy is covered with sexy buds. Your vagina is so tight, yet so shallow. I even filmed your cervix just now."
His wife listened to the photographer's praise while enjoying the four men's assault. For a long time, the photographer didn't say anything, just letting the four men freely ravage his wife's body. Two of the four men sucked her nipples, one sucked her clitoris, and one licked her anus, completely occupying his wife's four most sensitive spots. After a while, his wife started moaning softly again.
After a while, the photographer whispered to the male models, then said to his wife, "Now for the most crucial part. I'm going to shoot some shots of male models penetrating your body. This part will mainly be done in post-production on the computer, but to make it more realistic, it would be best if you could pose in some realistic positions, okay?"
"So... you mean... they have to penetrate you?"
his wife asked timidly.
"Yes, actually, just a little bit is enough. The main thing is to compare the changes in light on the skin when in contact. That's how it will look realistic."
"Then... these photos are just for me, don't show them to my husband, okay? Ah... ah..."
It seemed his wife had reached her peak of pleasure and couldn't control herself anymore, still moaning softly!
"Okay, let's begin!"
The photographer arranged for a male model to place his penis against his wife's vaginal opening, letting the glans rub back and forth between her labia. His wife felt the stimulation from this huge glans, the friction from her clitoris to her perineum making her breathe deeply. This glans was at least 3 centimeters thick; his wife's satisfaction was definitely much stronger than what she got from me.
The photographer then gestured for the male model to slowly insert his penis a little further. The large glans was instantly halfway in, and with the sound of fluid being squeezed out of her vagina, his wife let out a soft cry.
"Could you go in a little deeper? We need to take a few more pictures,"
she said, nodding with her eyes closed.
The male model carefully and slowly inserted his penis until the entire head was inside my wife's vagina, then withdrew, and then inserted another head, repeating this process. My wife was extremely aroused, pinching her breasts with her hands, her eyes becoming hazy. I knew this was a sign that my wife was about to climax.
But then the photographer had the male model stop and replaced him with another male model to repeat the same action... In this way, the heads of four male models had all been inside my wife's vagina. My wife was nearing the point of collapse. From morning until now, there had been only arousal but no real climax, and her body was definitely at its limit. The photographer understood this very well, so he saved the most exciting part for last.
"Shall we take a little more shots? Take pictures of you during your climax. Will you squirt? Or will there just be more fluid?"
My wife turned her head away shyly, biting her lip. It was clear that she was conflicted. To climax in front of so many complete strangers was something she had never even considered, yet her body was making her feel uncomfortably excited.
"These photos will only be shown to you. You can choose which ones to make into an album and which ones to keep on your computer."
These words gave his wife immense courage. She nodded, shyly saying, "It might spray..."
The photographer raised his camera and aimed it at his wife's vulva. Then, two male models lifted her up, supporting her small buttocks with their hands while simultaneously sucking on her nipples. He had a third model sit directly beneath her buttocks, pressing his tongue against her anus. A final model placed his mouth near her clitoris, while his hands parted her labia minora.
"Now get ready. When I say 'start,' you stimulate her forcefully... Start!"
His wife's nipples were immediately bitten roughly, while the tongue under her anus began to penetrate deep into her vagina, thrusting in and out. The small tongue on her clitoris rubbed and pressed back and forth at top speed.
"Ah...ah...no...it's going to come out...it's going to come out..."
With his wife's loud cries, her little pussy throbbed and swelled up like it was full of water, then suddenly a large gush of water spurted out, almost wetting the camera lens. It lasted for about ten seconds before his wife finally stopped trembling and collapsed softly into the male model's arms...
The people in the studio went wild, a cacophony of exclamations, whistles, and applause. His wife smiled at the staff and was then carried into the dressing room.

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