Lewd photographer takes pictures of his wife

I've always had a deep passion for photography, occasionally participating in outdoor and

portrait . Although some of the models are amateurs, and others are

volunteers recruited online, every minute spent amidst the clicking of shutters is incredibly

enjoyable Another reason I enjoy it is that I've met some fellow photography enthusiasts, which is a great privilege.

We come from all walks of life, from all over the country; we're simply cultivating a hobby, and for a small fee

, we can find some good mentors and friends.

We don't interact much, and our photography isn't for fame, but simply for exchange and self-improvement.

One day, my fellow photographers were planning another event.

A friend mentioned it to me online, asking me to post an announcement on our internal forum and recruit

models. Models could submit their personal and portrait photos, along with their

resumes , to the organizers, who would then select the best based on the aesthetic appeal of the photos.

That day, I mentioned this to my wife, asking if she was interested, and suggesting that if she was,

I could pull some strings (actually, I was one of the organizers of this event, but I didn't tell her directly) to directly select her

as a photography model. My wife looked dismissive, saying she could handle it herself, and seemed quite confident.

Of course, I didn't believe her, adding that the model selection process was quite strict, with requirements for appearance, figure, and measurements

(these requirements were actually fabricated for her, just to pique her interest).

I left my contact information online with the event organizers, using an alias and leaving myself a rarely used email address and QQ

number.

In discussions with my photographer friends, they hoped to find models in swimsuits for the shoot, and they asked me

to handle this, trying to meet everyone's requirements within a limited budget. I could only wait for suitable candidates

, but it was quite challenging.

The next day, I saw in class that my wife had sent me her

photos , and was waiting for my reply.

My wife obviously didn't know that the email address belonged to me.

But seeing that she hadn't added me on QQ, I figured my wife was still very confident in her figure and looks. Around this time, friends in

the photography circle recommended two other amateur models, so I temporarily stopped replying to my wife's messages.

Actually, my wife, with her great figure, not only participated in the literature club in college but also modeled for a photography

activity group. Although it's been a long time since she's been photographed, that feeling in front of the camera has never

faded.

When we got home that evening, my wife told me she had sent the photos to the organizers but hadn't received a reply yet. But

she still looked very confident, as if she was just waiting to be notified the day before to participate. I

directly challenged her: "Since you don't have much experience, maybe they don't care if they don't reply immediately.

Should I put in a good word for you?"

After that, my wife seemed a bit annoyed, stubbornly stating that participating in this activity had nothing

to do with me, and even if she was selected, she wouldn't talk to me on the day; we'd each do our own thing. She even told me she

was definitely going to be selected this time, otherwise she'd do all the housework for a month.

Haha, she still can't hold her temper; it seems my wife's immunity to reverse psychology is still a bit low.

The next day, my wife still hadn't received a reply to her email. When she got home, she seemed a little disappointed. On

the third day, I saw that my stubborn wife had finally added me on QQ. She usually only has about a dozen people on QQ and

never adds strangers. It seemed she was really anxious; she immediately asked if she had been selected as a model for the event.

I explained somewhat awkwardly that to improve everyone's photography skills, the event required models to have some

on-site shooting experience, but two non-professional models had already signed up

, filling the slots. I added that while my wife's appearance was indeed good, given the aforementioned requirements, she

lacked , so she wasn't selected.

My wife's reaction was somewhat helpless. Then, I changed the subject, saying that the event originally planned

to include bikini photography, also at the request of photography enthusiasts. However, the other two models had higher pay

requirements for this, and due to the limited number of participants, the budget wasn't sufficient, so we had to

cancel the bikini photography portion. But if my wife was willing to consider a bikini photography style, we could

consider making an exception.

My wife replied that she would discuss it with the family when she got home, and also asked about the circulation of the photos.

I said that photos of other clothing could be freely posted and exchanged on the forum, but bikini photos

could not be posted or used for commercial purposes without the model's permission. This event was only for improving photography skills.

That evening, my wife told me about it, and I said, "Won't you be at a disadvantage? Bikini model shoots

almost always require models to pose in a seductive manner, emphasizing the model's female curves. From some

technical angles, the photos look more like movie covers."

I said, "In principle, let my wife decide for herself."

My wife didn't seem to pay much attention to the professional terms like "seduce" or "seductive manner" that I mentioned; she just said she had

to participate, otherwise she would lose face.

During the day, I also received a reply from my wife on QQ, that she was willing to participate.

Because I still had some concerns about my wife's lack of experience in photography, my wife replied that

she could provide all the requirements of the organizers and photographers, including poses, postures, and clothing,

which sounded very professional.

However, they hoped to shoot in regular swimwear instead of bikinis. They also wanted to participate.

Afterwards, I spoke with two other non-professional models, who said they could shoot according to the photographer's

requirements , including swimwear and bikinis, but the pay would be doubled for bikini shots. I then

communicated with other photographer friends about the model recruitment progress,

mentioning .

The consensus was to decide based on the number of participants and the budget; if there were enough participants, it wouldn't matter

.

The rest was just waiting for the event.

The event included both outdoor and studio shots.

As usual, the event was scheduled for a weekend. My wife and I, each with our necessary gear, arrived separately at

the meeting point. The outdoor shooting location was a beautiful, garden-like park.

The first part was the outdoor shoot; everyone brought their cameras, sharpened them, and waited for the models to arrive.

Okay, since there are three models, we're divided into three groups. Each model will be shooting at one location. Everyone is working separately, and

the number of people in each group is evenly distributed. I've been shooting with one group of models for a while now. Although this model doesn't have as

good a figure as my wife, she's very good at posing and highlighting her feminine advantages.

Her composure and her calmness in front of the lens are admirable, and some of her poses are quite bold. Although her

clothes aren't very revealing, she would definitely be very alluring in a bikini.

She's a model, even though she's not a professional, she's already very professional in my opinion.

Then I went to another group. The models in this group are a little less self-expressive than the previous one.

However, this model is naturally beautiful, almost pitifully so.

But her movements seem a bit stiff, and some of her poses feel a bit artificial and unnatural.

Finally, I went back to my wife's group (everyone must be getting impatient, right? Just waiting to see the show, haha).

My wife, who usually

dress because the relatively tight fabric showed off her figure perfectly while maintaining a

ladylike .

Since it was our first photoshoot, we mostly posed according to the photographers' requests. However, some photographers

kept insisting that my wife look at their cameras. With so many cameras and only one model, my wife was finding it a bit

overwhelming. Perhaps the opinions of a few photographers were ignored, but most of them were quite enthusiastic about taking pictures.

That's part of the fun of outdoor photoshoots—watching a beautiful model being manipulated and controlled is

especially enjoyable. Today, my wife performed exceptionally well in my opinion. She was lying on her side,

crawling, lying flat, and standing. Sometimes she was lying on her side with one leg bent, sometimes sitting upright with both legs bent. She

posed exactly as the photographers told her to.

I overheard the photographers next to me discussing how this model was the most obedient of the three. Of course

, there were dissenting opinions. Another photographer said that he had asked his wife to turn her head slightly, but she hadn't

responded. It's true, you can't please everyone.

Then, a friend asked his wife to sit on a branch of a tree for a series of photos. Wearing a long dress,

she seemed to have some difficulty climbing the branch, and halfway up, she appeared to be swaying. Seeing her unsteady

stance another friend immediately rushed over to help (ugh, clearly taking advantage of her), supporting her

and helping her up the branch.

His wife, knowing it was an attempt to grope her, glanced back but couldn't do anything about it.

Then, she sat on the branch and continued posing as the photographer requested. Soon, the series of

poses was basically complete, and she needed to get down from the branch. The photographer continued to photograph her in every

pose . She moved slightly, as if her body had caught something, but she didn't notice and jumped

down. Ah, there was a sound like fabric tearing.

But the sound of camera shutters clicking all around her was constant, and she, engrossed in taking pictures, didn't notice anything amiss. The filming

continued , and then I was shocked to see a tear about a foot long in the back of

my wife's long dress, near her buttocks. Her thong was exposed, clearly revealing her full, shapely buttocks.

Many people immediately and instinctively raised their cameras to capture the glimpse.

My wife was lying on her side, looking back, clearly unaware of what was happening. The torn dress

exposed her plump, round buttocks, making her look like a character from an SM movie. Everyone was a bit surprised,

and some immediately snapped photos of this rare sight. A kind older photographer said, "Girl, go change your

clothes. This dress is a bit revealing." He then took off his own clothes and handed them to my wife. I

guess the kind man was probably trying to avoid embarrassing her.

My wife probably thought the man was being a bit unnecessary; she had a good figure, and besides, there wasn't

anything even though she was wearing underwear—a thong and a low-cut bra with small cups—it was all underneath.

She politely declined the older man's strange offer of clothes, then confidently said, "It's okay, you guys

take pictures, this outfit looks great on me." She then struck what she considered a good pose for

everyone .

(Isn't that seductive?) It was

truly baffling; no one knew if the wife was aware of her situation or if she was deliberately acting this way.

Then, the friend who hadn't received much attention from her immediately chimed in, "Great, great, girl, tilt your head to the side

, lift it higher, and push your hips forward a little."

Seeing no one objected, everyone continued taking pictures, each with their own agenda, capturing the scene amidst the clicks of the camera

.

Eventually, the wife noticed her buttocks, but having already politely declined the older man's

clothes , she was a little flustered. She posed with her hands covering her buttocks, forcing

a smile, which looked quite amusing. However, there were people around her from almost every angle, and besides, one hand couldn't cover the torn

area.

After an awkward moment, she finally couldn't help but say she needed to go to the restroom and went to find a place to go.

Afterwards, my wife got into a friend's car. The car door wasn't closed properly, so she turned her back and started

taking off skirt. I followed behind her. The friend who had been up to no good earlier saw me following behind, not

knowing I was his husband, and came over, saying, "This girl's really sexy, she's even wearing a thong underneath."

I glanced at him; he was a tall, thin guy with small eyes who looked quite sleazy. Seeing that I ignored him, he

walked away, looking bored.

Then my wife turned around, saw me outside the window, and leaned out, saying, "Honey, I didn't bring many clothes.

Besides the bikini and this long skirt, I only have one tracksuit. I can't wear tracksuits for the shoot."

I thought about it and realized she was right.

"I said, 'Then I'll borrow some clothes for you.'"

I then found my friend who was organizing the photography event and explained the situation. One of the models had

a torn , but they didn't have any suitable clothes for the shoot. He was also in a dilemma

, saying he would ask his friends or other models. Then I watched him walk towards the thin man, and after a while, my friend

brought me two dresses, one black and one white.

Then say, "This black one was borrowed by my friend from another model, and the other one is my friend's own

." Then point to the direction behind, "What a coincidence, it's that skinny guy from before (it seems that skinny guy has

quite a few connections).

Tell the model to change quickly, time is a bit tight."

I took the two dresses without thinking much and went back to my wife. I handed them to

her , then turned around and pretended we were just friends. (At that moment, my friend

waved to me from a short distance away and pointed to his wrist, indicating that time was running out.) My wife rolled down the window and

said, "This black one is so tight, and a button is missing. You should return it to your

friend."

I took the black dress from the window and asked my wife, "Is the white one not too tight? Time is running out."

My wife said, "I haven't tried it on yet, but it seems okay. I'll wear this one."

I then left my wife's car and walked towards everyone, handing the black dress to

my friend in front of them. He gave the black dress to the skinny man.

Afterward, I looked in my wife's direction, and it seemed like she was gesturing something to me through the window, but I didn't understand. Then

she pointed to her wrist, signaling her to come out.

After a while, my wife got out of the car hesitantly and walked towards everyone. Only when my wife put on

the white dress did I truly understand how this dress was.

I'm guessing my wife probably changed into the black dress, realized it didn't suit her, and handed it back to me. She hadn't tried on

the white one yet, so she didn't know how it would look. The gesture she made from the window earlier might have been that she wanted to

return the black dress, but circumstances didn't allow her the chance.

(Later, I asked my wife, and she said she received two dresses and wanted to compare them first, but she

dropped the white one under her seat. Due to time constraints, she tried on the black dress directly, found it a bit

unsuitable and handed it to me to return to my friend. She didn't expect me to leave so quickly. When trying on the white dress

, she only felt it was more revealing than the black one, but without a mirror, she couldn't see the effect. Later, she wanted to change back into the black dress, but I

didn't understand her gesture. Besides, time wasn't an option, so she reluctantly left.)

Everyone stared in disbelief at my wife's revealing attire. Because it was white fabric,

the dress appeared somewhat transparent in the strong sunlight, and I'm quite certain it didn't have a petticoat. Because

my wife's red dress and thong were very subtly visible, and from above, the low-cut neckline of the halter- neck dress was even more pronounced, almost exposing

half of her bust . The fabric was so precisely designed that it barely covered her nipples. It was also very short, barely covering her buttocks (this dress is different from a bodycon dress; bodycon dresses are made of elastic fabric and have a tight fit at the bottom, while this dress is non-elastic and has a slightly flared bottom). Most strikingly, the had slits on both sides, somewhat like the slits on a cheongsam. As my wife walked past me, I couldn't help but look at her back. The back cover was barely covered, almost made of a few threads, and it was obvious that the fabric was different from the front —thinner and more transparent, almost like a mesh. Wearing the red thong, my wife's buttocks were divided into two perfect spheres, swinging like a pendulum as she walked. It was more like a lingerie outfit than a dress. Everyone followed behind my wife with their cameras, all staring at her plump, nosebleed-inducing buttocks. Then I overheard the skinny guy say to another photographer, "See? I told you this girl was a slut. She definitely picked this revealing outfit. This is the lingerie I bought for my wife; she's too embarrassed to wear it at home. She actually dared to wear it out in public." Another friend chimed in, "Yeah, it's so revealing! Choosing such a revealing outfit, is she an exhibitionist? I've only heard of women like this, this is the first time I've seen one." The skinny guy continued, "Hehe, good thing, we're in for a treat. We'll give this slut a good lesson later, give her more opportunities, she'll definitely love it." When she came in front of everyone, many people stared wide-eyed at the mannequin. My wife initially thought so she didn't think much of it. However, the fabric at the back clearly revealed her buttocks and thong, something she didn't quite understand . I just felt that everyone was looking at me strangely. Maybe it was because I looked worse in that dress, but my wife had no idea how much. Then I heard the skinny guy say to another friend, "I wonder if that girl tore her clothes on purpose. Wearing something like that is just too much. " A friend nearby, seemingly unaware of the situation , chimed in, "She likes to show skin. Let's make her show more skin later; she might even agree." It was clear that the skinny guy was exploiting my wife's mistake to create a negative image for her. We moved to another location to continue taking photos. This time it was a pavilion in a garden, with stone steps and walls for sitting, and a few more steps at the exit. Seeing my wife's daring outfit, everyone started making even more inappropriate requests. My wife lay on her side on the steps for a few poses. From one angle, I saw that one of her nipples was clearly visible due to gravity. Two photographers noticed this and started snapping away, afraid of missing anything. I saw some friends even moving behind my wife to photograph her buttocks under the transparent fabric. Then someone asked my wife to stand on the steps with her back to everyone and turn her head to the side for a photo, which she did. Suddenly, the skinny man said, "Miss, your legs are so beautiful. Bend down and hold one foot ; that will make your leg lines even more beautiful." My wife liked this compliment, but she overlooked one problem: from below the steps, her pert buttocks, pulled up by her skirt, clearly revealed her thong and a large area of her buttocks. Furthermore, her upper body was drooping, and some of her buttocks were peeking out from under her bra. I saw some men even lying on the ground taking photos, presumably targeting my wife's thong and plump buttocks peeking out from under her skirt . Then I heard the skinny man say to the others, "See? I told you, this girl is an exhibitionist; she 'd agree to this kind of action." After my wife bent down, she became more aware of her buttocks, especially seeing some men lying on the ground taking photos, and realized she'd been tricked. (It's very impolite to look down at a woman wearing a short skirt, but a woman wearing...)

With even more exposed women in front of you, you have a perfectly

legitimate —to capture the beauty of the female form.

During this time, someone even made my wife crawl on the ground, legs crossed, hands on top of each other.

My wife's face was still embarrassed, flushed.

Then, in front of my wife, one photographer said to another friend, "This slut, I've even photographed her pussy from behind

."

My wife almost fainted upon hearing this, and I also saw what looked like liquid flowing between her legs

.

Coincidentally, another group of models arrived at the pavilion to take photos, but at the other end,

they were posing with their upper bodies leaning forward, one hand on their knees. A photographer saw this and asked my wife

to do the same. My wife leaned against a pillar of the pavilion, leaning forward slightly. My wife knew her

clothes were a bit revealing in the front, so she didn't want to bend down; that pose would definitely...

Because at this point, my wife also felt that some of the requests were a bit excessive, so she started to refuse.

Then the skinny guy spoke up: "Miss Model, do a pose! If others can do it,

why can't ? We paid to participate in this event."

My wife was speechless, only whispering that our clothes were different.

The skinny guy immediately said, "Miss Model, your choice of clothes shows you have guts.

Doing two different poses isn't a big deal, everyone does the same."

"Look, the models over there are doing the same poses."

My wife was speechless, like someone swallowing a bitter pill. She

had no choice but to reluctantly lower her upper body.

"Lower, good, lower still, good, smile more naturally, yes, yes, lower your chest a little more.

Raise your head a little more."

(Damn, this group!) My wife looked at everyone with a slightly dazed expression, and it was clear that her

initial embarrassment had turned into excitement.

At this moment, I noticed that when my wife bent over earlier, her breasts had partially spilled out of her bra, and now her

nipples were fully exposed. (I had been wondering if my wife's bra was a bit loose, or if

it was due to her movements and the clothes. Suddenly, I realized that due to gravity, one side had completely

popped out of the bra and her clothes. Everyone started snapping photos of my wife. She slowly straightened up, still

unaware that her breasts were exposed. It wasn't

until someone below said, "Miss, your breasts are completely exposed!"

that my wife exclaimed, turned around, and hurriedly stuffed her breasts back into her clothes.

The photographers around her didn't stop clicking...)

[The End]

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