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The Wedding Photographer, The Father-In-Law and The Secret

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I can’t believe I’m doing this.

I’m sitting in my living room, drinking wine, and discussing my sex life in graphic detail with a virtual stranger. He’s in his fifties, so around thirty years older than me, and is a friend of my future father-in-law, John. He also knows my fiancé, Adam, who is away with his buddies on a golfing weekend, and in two weeks’ time, will become my husband.

And he’s about to photograph me naked.

The idea came about a few weeks ago, when I was out with my girlfriends. The conversation turned to my upcoming nuptials, and what I was expecting to happen on my wedding night. Having always had an amazing time in (and out of) bed with Adam, I told them that I believed that it would be a night of unrivalled passion ahead of us. But, those already married warned me that it often doesn’t work out like that, either from the groom passing out from too much drink, or both partners being too tired to make love after such a busy day.

This disappointed me, until my maid-of-honor, Lauren, whispered to me that she had found a great way to spice things up before her wedding last year. Firstly, she said, she had banned sex for the month before the big day. Yes, it was difficult to stick to, but it was worth it on the night, and it was the best sex they’d ever had. But also, a few weeks before the wedding, she had secretly done a risqué photo shoot in her wedding lingerie, which she’d had made into an album that she’d given to Trey the night before. She said it had a Viagra-like effect on him, and she’d never known him hornier than that, so could highly recommend me doing the same for Adam.

I’d laughed and said that I couldn’t do that, I’d be too embarrassed to strip in front of a stranger, and even if not, I didn’t know anyone that would take those sort of pictures. Then she told me that they had used the same photographer as we’d hired for our big day, and he had a lucrative side line taking these pictures. I reminded her that this guy, Greg, was a friend of Adam’s dad, so couldn’t ask him to help me, but she said that he was incredibly discreet with this type of work, and offered to call him and arrange a shoot for me.

That night, I told Adam that there would be no sex until the wedding. He wasn’t best pleased, mostly because he has a massive sexual appetite, but also, he’s used to calling the shots in the bedroom, which I love, and me taking control like this was something that he wasn’t used to. However, when I explained the potential benefit, he grudgingly agreed to stick to the plan, unaware of the naughty gift that I had planned for him.

So we kept up with the ban. Well, apart from one night last week.

He’d been out drinking with his friends, and when he got home, I was already fast asleep in bed. The first time I was aware of his presence was when I woke up to find him spooning me from behind, his huge erection pressing against my ass as he squeezed my tits through my nightie.

“Open your legs,” he instructed, biting my shoulder as he rubbed his knuckles over my nipples.

I was still sleepy, so pulled away, brushing off his hand. “Remember what we agreed baby. Go to sleep.”

Without speaking, he roughly turned me over onto my back, mounting me and pushing me hands above my head.

“Fuck the ban,” he stated, obviously drunk. “I have a raging hard-on, and I won’t be able to sleep until it’s been dealt with. So you’re not going to sleep until I’ve had some of that sweet pussy.”

I tried to pull away, which was a mistake. Nothing turns him on more than me pretending to resist his advances, and as I tried to free my arms from his tight grip, I could feel him getting even harder. Using one hand to secure both of mine, he starting tearing at my nightie, ripping the thin fabric down the middle and exposing my naked body to his mercy. Once that was done, he forced his hand between my legs and started to rub my clit, which was already becoming swollen by this blatant demonstration of male dominance and control.

“You’re so wet, you want it too,” he commented, licking my juices from his fingers and rubbing his cock with his free hand.

While his hands were busy, I took the opportunity to escape him, rolling over onto my front and knocking him off balance. But he quickly recovered his composure, climbing on top of me and again pinning my arms down as I struggled beneath him. He managed to get his knee between my clamped-together thighs, nudging them open to allow him access to my soaking slit. Immediately I could feel the head of his cock probing my entrance, and I tightened my muscles, trying to resist the intrusion. But he was in no mood for refusal, and after a few thrusts, he was deep inside of me.

He hammered away like a man possessed, never speaking, just holding me down firmly and grunting like a caveman fulfilling his most primal urges. The whole scenario was so unbelievably erotic that I came in minutes, the pillow my face was held into muffling my cries of pleasure, and soon after, I felt him tense up before pumping me full of hot, sticky cum.

Back to the present, and Greg is showing me albums of boudoir style photography that he has done with other women. They range from mildly suggestive shots of blushing brides-to-be showing a hint of cleavage or ass to fully naked pictures of girls wearing nothing but their veil and tiara.

After checking that I am not easily shocked or offended, he shows me another album, which he says is becoming an even bigger trend amongst couples. I flick through the pages and blush as I realise that all of the pictures are of people having sex. The shots are classy and artistic, mostly black and white, but all highly erotic. I pause on a picture of a girl about my age who is wearing nothing but a masquerade mask and giving her partner a blowjob. It’s a stunning image, and I can feel myself becoming moist as I study it.

“Do people really ask you to be there whilst they have sex?” I ask, taking another sip of wine.

“Yes,” he replies. “Well, some just ask me to set the scene, set a camera up to take pictures every 30 seconds, and print the best images off afterwards. Others like me to stay in the room and guide them through the shoot, and suggest what will make the best finished pictures. Some prefer a DVD, in fact, that’s very popular right now. You see, some women don’t like their guy watching porn, as they get jealous of him being aroused by another girl. But, if they have their own film made, he can watch that when she’s not around and masturbate to it, without the risking of upsetting her. Or, some watch it together and say it really hots things up. Everyone is different.”

I’m fascinated, and wonder if Adam would ever agree to something like this.

“Anyway Beth,” he says, putting the albums away and getting out a notepad. “Let’s talk about your shoot. This is a night-before-the-wedding gift, right? So I just need to ask some questions to make sure it has maximum effect. They might seem very personal, but it’s part of the service, and whatever we discuss remains between us. Shall we start?”

“Okay,” I say, draining my glass and immediately re-filling it.

“So, what will you be wearing in the pictures? Lingerie and veil?”

“Yes”, I say, passing him the expensive white lacy underwear that cost a small fortune.

“A great choice,” he comments as he takes the bra, panties and stockings from the bag, examining the delicate material closely. “This should work well,” he says, fingering the cups on the bra, “as the lace is thin enough that there should still be a good amount of nipple visible. We will have to make sure they’re nice and prominent though, so please make sure there are some ice cubes in the room.”

I feel my body flush at his words, so matter-of-fact, but so incredibly sexy.

“Have you picked your wedding jewellery yet?” he queries, trying to picture my complete bridal outfit.

“I’ve found the earrings I want, and a bracelet,” I tell him, “but I haven’t found the perfect necklace yet.”

“Okay, we won’t bother with jewellery tonight. So, let’s talk about what Adam likes,” he continues. “Does he have a favorite sexual position?”

“Ummm,” I say, a little thrown off by how direct his questioning is. “Well, he likes to be dominant, so I’d probably say doggie-style. Any rear-entry position, I guess.”

He smiles. “A lot of guys love that. So you say he likes to dominate. Does that mean he likes a little bondage? Does he tie you up, restrain you, that sort of thing?”

“Yes, he likes to do that. Sometime he will handcuff me to the bedposts. Or, he might tie my hands behind my back with the cord from my bathrobe, if I’m…..you know. Going down on him.”

“Okay, right, got it. So, on a scale of one to ten, how raunchy do you want your pictures to be? One being the first album, ten being the last one.”

I think about it for a minute. I want Adam horny on our wedding night, I want the best sex ever. “Nine or ten,” I say, knowing I need to put in the effort to get the results I want.

“Good, good. So what would you say he finds the sexiest part of your body, Beth?”

I giggle. “That’s an easy one. He’s totally a breast guy, the bigger the better. I think that’s what first attracted him to me,” I gesture to my ample F cup cleavage.

“I can tell why,” he laughs. “Anyway, that’s it for my questions, shall we go and set up in the bedroom?”

I lead him upstairs and show him the master bedroom that we’ll be using. He covers the bed in black satin sheets, as he says they will give a great contrast against my white lingerie, and tells me that he will need half an hour to set up the camera and test the lighting, so I should go and get a drink and get ready for the shoot.

I go into the bathroom and put on my sexy attire, covered up initially by my bathrobe. I tie my hair up in a tight bun, so that I can wear my veil and tiara, then add a slick of deep red lipstick for dramatic effect. I’m just checking my reflection for the last time when I hear a knock on the front door.

I’m not expecting anyone, but whoever it is clearly isn’t going away, so I tightly fix my robe and go to see who it is.

When I answer the door, I’m surprised to see John, Adam’s dad standing there.

“Is everything okay?” I ask, suddenly panicking. “Has something happened to the boys?”

“They’re fine, no need to worry. I just need to talk to you about something. Can I come in?”

I can’t really say no, so I step aside and usher him into the living room, where he sits down in a chair. I think he’s come straight from work, he’s still wearing a suit and immediately starts to loosen his tie.

“What did you want to talk about?” I ask, politely.

“Well Beth,” he says, quite sternly. “There’s something that’s bothering me. You’re marrying my only son in two weeks, and, well, I have heard something today that’s disturbed me. Something about you.”

My mind races, trying to figure out what he knows.

“So tell me,” he continues. “Is it true that you have cheated on Adam? Because someone’s told me you were seen sucking some guy off in a parking lot, just after Christmas. Is it true?”

I can feel my blood run cold. Who saw me? Have they told Adam? Why now?

“It’s not how it sounds,” I say quietly, the colour draining from me as I speak.

“Well it sounds like you’re a dirty, cheating little slut. So why don’t you tell me how it isn’t like that?”

“Adam and I had a fight. He stormed out, and I thought he had left me. So I went out with the girls, I got drunk and…..well, I made a mistake. Then, next morning, Adam came home and we made up.”

“So you told him you’d given some stranger a blowjob?”

I pause. “No, because I wanted to make things better. Not worse. I thought it was for the best.”

“I’ll bet you did,” he snorts.

“Are you going to tell him?”

“I don’t know, maybe I should. But do I really want to break his heart? I don’t think so. I think it’s best he doesn’t find out, in fact I have already given the person that told me some money in return for their silence on the matter. So,” he concludes, “it looks like your dirty secret is safe with me.”

“Thank you, John, I really appreciate that. I can’t begin to tell you how much-“

“I’m not doing it for you, I’m doing it for him. But, I think you should show me how much you appreciate this. In fact, I’d say now is a very good time for you to do that.

I look on in horror as he gets up and starts to undo his belt and unzip his pants.

“Beth! Are you ready honey?”

John’s eyes go upwards, towards the sound of the male voice that’s calling me from upstairs.

“Who the fuck is that? Why, you cheating little-“

He stops as Greg walks into the room, looking confused.

“Hey buddy, what are you doing here?” Greg asks.

“I came to talk to Beth. What are you doing here?”

“He’s taking some photos of me,” I interrupt, “as a wedding present for Adam.”

“One of your “special” albums is it, Greg?” John now looks amused.

“Yeah, but if you two need to talk, I could come back another-“

“No need, my friend. Adam deserves a treat if he’s marrying this cheating little bitch. Carry on. In fact, if it’s alright with you, I might stay and watch her in action?”

“No!” I shriek, disgusted at the thought. “It’s private, you can’t watch that!”

“Oh I think I can. Well, unless you want him to find out about the parking lot episode? Your choice sweetheart, what’s it gonna be?”

Even in the few seconds, I have to consider the options, I know I have no choice. If Adam finds out, the wedding will be off, the relationship will be over. I can’t let that happen.

“Okay,” I say quietly. “You can watch if you want.”

We go upstairs and John sits on the stool in front of the dressing table. Greg carries on like nothing has happened, and decides that the first pictures will be of me standing in front of the full-length mirror, by body pressed against the cold glass. With his help, I put on my veil, and when he says it’s time, I shrug off my robe and get into pose. He talks me through the shot, telling me how to move, what to do, and I follow his every word.

“Good girl,” he says, adjusting the settings on his camera. “Now it’s time to get on the bed. Here, let me hold your veil whilst you get on. That’s it. Okay, so I want you on all fours. Spread your hips a bit wider, straighten your arms. Perfect. Hold it. Great stuff!”

He clicks away, and I try not to blink as the flash keeps going off. The wine has made me very relaxed, and even with John watching me, I’m still quite enjoying myself.

“Okay, so now, I want you kneeling on the bed, legs still apart. Imagine you’re doing it cowgirl style. Straighten your body up.”

I do as he says, and he arranges my long veil so that it cascades down me, running into the black satin sheets.

He takes a few pictures like that, then a few more with my hands bound together. Having him tie them together is incredibly sexy, and I know I’m getting wet again as he undoes the binds.

“Right Beth, now it’s time to turn it up a notch. So, I want you to stay in that same kneeling position. But lose the bra, get those gorgeous tits out!”

It’s too late to stop, so I do as he says, discarding it and sitting up as instructed.

“Okay, so first, cross your hands over and cover them up….good, and again. Yep. Right, this time, I want you to lean back a little, and put each hand on one of your tits. Take your nipples between your thumbs and forefingers and roll ‘em. Go on, tease them, get them hard. Good girl, that’s it, now put your hands on your head……Beautiful. And rest”

I sit on the bed whilst he checks some settings, and wait for my next instruction.

“Nearly done. Now finally, take your panties off.”

I do as he says, throwing them to one side as I go through a range of positions that Greg asks for. Sitting up with my legs apart, lying on my back with my legs straight up, and then open. Sometimes he brings the camera closer to me, to get close up shots of my pussy, which he can clearly see, is dripping.

“Right, I think we’re done. You did great!” he smiles at me.

“I don’t think we’re done yet.” John’s voice cuts through the room, and I turn to look at him. He’s taken his cock out, and is rubbing it with my lace panties, which he’s bunched up in his fist.

Greg looks unperturbed. “What else were you thinking, John?” he asks.

“Well, Beth owes me a good time, to keep my silence, and I was thinking, you could film it so that I have a little souvenir to keep me warm on cold nights.”

“No way!” I say, looking around for my robe. “I won’t agree to that!”

He gets up and comes towards me, stepping out of his pants in the process.

“Sweetie, you know that you don’t have a choice. Now, just be a good girl and do as I say & you can go live happily ever after. Agreed?”

“Okay,” I say, knowing he means business. “What do you want to do?”

“Well, you can start by giving me what you gave that stranger. So, I want you to lie across the bed, with your head leaning back off the edge. Then I’m gonna fuck your mouth whilst playing with those gorgeous titties.”

“Should I take my veil off?”

“No, it’s sexy. Makes you look innocent,” he laughs. “Greg, ready to go with filming?”

“Yes, all ready, just need Beth to get in position.”

I lie down how he said, and he takes his position in front of me. I can see why he wanted this, as it gives him a deep angle to drive into my mouth. He grabs a breast with each hand and starts to squeeze them.

“That’s it Beth,” comes Greg’s voice from my side. “Suck him, suck him good, I want a close up of him sliding in and out of your mouth. That’s it. John, pull on her nipples a little, make them swell. Oh yeah, that’s it, perfect. Now Beth, get your legs open, I want to get a few from the other end.”

I continue to suck John’s cock as he plays with my tits, then he says, “Time to for some real action. I want you to start off riding me.”

I do as he says, and once he’s lying down, straddle his hips. Greg straightens my veil, and when he’s ready to start filming, slowly sink my pussy down onto John’s rock-solid erection. I’m not sure if it’s the drink clouding my judgement, but he’s actually quite an attractive guy, and his cock is certainly the size that I find most pleasurable, slightly bigger so it stretches me without hurting. I start to raise my hips up and down, slowly first and then quickly, making my enormous tits bounce and swirl in his face, much to his delight.

Greg then suggests filming some reverse-cowgirl action, so I swivel round on John’s dick and ride him hard, whilst he flicks my clit and begins to probe my ass with his finger. I cum noisily, crying out as I sink down on him, taking his full length deep inside me, my muscles squeezing him over and over.

The guys decide that some doggie-style is a must for their mini-movie, so I get on all fours and wait for John to penetrate me from behind. My pussy has started to tighten up after my orgasm, and he moans appreciatively as he thrusts into me. His hands alternate between grabbing my hips to drive balls-deep into me, and cupping my enormous breasts as they swing underneath me, like udders. Then John pulls me upright, so we are both kneeling up, my back pressed tight against his chest. He does some shallow thrusts, then Greg interrupts.

“Her nipples aren’t sticking out enough, give them a gentle twist.”

John does this, but Greg still isn’t happy with how they look on camera.

“Why don’t you help her?” John suggests.

“What do you-? “my words are cut off as John hooks his arms under mine, pinning my shoulders back and preventing me from moving.

“Good idea,” Greg laughs, climbing onto the bed in front of us. Whilst John continues to thrust, Greg begins to tongue my nipples, lightly flicking over them, circling them and then latching on and sucking hard, whilst he pumps the fleshy part of my tits hungrily. My nipples do indeed harden in his mouth, especially when he gently bites them, making me cry out. He uses his free hand to rub my clit, and it’s clear that he knows exactly which buttons to push, his touch is exquisite.

The camera is set up on a tripod, still filming, and without saying anything, he undresses in front of me. John roughly bucks me forwards, so I’m back on all fours, and once I am in position, Greg cups my chin with one hand and feeds his enormous cock into my mouth with the other. I start to gag a little, I’ve never given oral to someone this big before. He gently removes my veil and tiara, tossing them to one side, then grabs my head with both hands, using my bun as some kind of handle to hold as he fucks my face. John is pumping hard from behind, and I can only imagine how hot this footage of a twenty-something year old girl being spit-roasted by two older guys must look.

We carry on like this for a little longer, then Greg tells us it’s time for the finale. He lies down across the bed, on his back, and tells me to ride him like I did John, and “to get those goddam tits jumping in from of my face!” I do as told, enjoying the extra width of his cock in my soaking pussy. He pulls me forward, giving his mouth access to my nipples again, and he teases them with a range of licks and nibbles, whilst his thumb works my swollen clit. Whilst I’m leant over him, my monster tits dangling in his face, I feel John probing my ass with his fingers again. Before I can protest, the tip of his cock is pushing against my tightest hole, and after a few thrusts, he pops the head through, and fully enters my cavity.

I’ve never had two guys before, and cannot describe all of the sensations taking place in my body. John is first to cum, filling my ass with his semen, which I can feel dripping down my thighs. He slowly withdraws, giving my tender cheeks a few firm slaps as he dismounts. Once he’s moved away, Greg rolls me over, onto my back, and forces my legs up and over his shoulders. This gives him the perfect access to my g-spot, so it only moments before I am screaming out again, all the juices between my legs mixing and mingling as they pool out onto the shiny satin sheet, perfectly in front of camera.

He lets go of my ankles, and pulls his cock out of me. He straddles my chest, and begins to rub himself between the valley of my tits, lubricating them with all bodily fluids. He forces my breasts together, and thrusts, so from where I am, I see the head peaking in and out, before finally releasing a torrent of hot cum that runs down my breasts and collects near my collar bone.

“I think that’s what they call a wrap,” he laughs, climbing off me and switching off the camera, “but Beth, I think we solved your jewellery dilemma. A pearl necklace definitely suits a girl like you!”

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