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There was a bit of an awkward silence as my wife went off to change her outfit. The studio owner wandered away, and the photographer and his assistant looked over their shots, and began to compare what they were getting. There were some small glances my way, but I think no one wanted to acknowledge in front of me what they were thinking about my wife... that is until the male model spoke up:
"Dude, your wife is hot!"
All I could do is nod my agreement. "I know," I said...
"She's been giving me a hard dick, that is for sure" the model continued.
"You're not the only one!" the photographer chimed in.
"Man, and them tits!" the model went on, "man, they felt good."
The assistant, who would know, added, "And her nipples are so sweet - so suckable."
"Yeah," the model agreed, then to the photographer, "Make sure you get us in some poses where I can suck them titties again..."
"I will," said the photographer...
I felt a bit odd, to say the least, hearing these men talk about my wife and mother of my children this way. Still I could not ignore the fact that my own cock was rock hard with no signs of its swelling abating. I busied myself making sure the video cameras had tape while the photographer and his assistant rearranged the prop furniture.
When my wife came back she was wearing a sheer gown that covered something underneath that we couldn't quite see. As she walked past me onto the set she gave my hand a little squeeze, but then went straight over to her co-model. Damn if she didn't initiate a kiss with him right there in front of everyone! Definitely not on a very professional level, something like that! Rox told me later she did it because when she walked back on the set "he looked cute."
We were all checking out my wife, trying to get a handle on what it was exactly that she was wearing under her sheer robe. It was something interesting for sure but the folds of the robe obscured the lines of the garment beneath. All the men in the room looked her intensely up and down.
Basking in the attention, my wife asked the photographer what she should do and what he had in mind for the next part of the session. The photographer responding by saying that as much as he liked my wife's choice of robe, he'd like to see what was underneath it, speaking for all of us I'm sure. Knowing my wife, the robe had served it's purpose well, that is, to cause the attentive men to focus on her body and anticipate what they were going to see, but not having a clue as to how they were going to see it presented.
My wife took her robe off and threw it off set, revealing that she was encased in a full lace body stocking, transparent on one hand, but with a pattern that confused the eye and made you have to look a bit more intently at areas of interest in order to get the full potential of the view. The photographer stammered something while the model just acted like my wife was there for his entertainment, feeling her up in the next to nothing body suit. It was surreal to see a man stimulating himself by groping my wife as she stood there letting him do it while talking to a man who was about to pose her in some sexually provocative way...
The photographer told my wife to turn around and sit on the male model's lap. As she turned toward me I realized that the body stocking my wife was wearing had a special significance for us. I can't go into much detail without writing the whole story, so suffice it to say that this garment had been worn during an earlier event I will never forget. To see Rox wearing it now for this photo shoot, that was enough to make me almost shoot in my pants. I swear I almost did when she turned in my direction and gave me that knowing look.
Suddenly the other men knew what had inspired the male model to grab Rox and run his hands all over her body. Her back was almost completely bare and somehow that open expanse of skin really accentuated the fact of how little material was actually covering my wife. It was almost as if I was seeing it in slow motion as my wife in this very special, very sheer lace lingerie mounted the lap of this black co-model who just a few minutes before was boasting about how big and hard she had made his cock...
As soon as he had my wife on him, the model's hands were back to doing what they were doing before - feeling up every inch of my wife through her skin-tight lace. Again my wife looked in my direction to see if I was watching her let this black man handle her. The male model squeezed her ass like she was his property while she did nothing to stop him, even though the photographers were just starting to shoot and had given him no such instruction. My wife didn't seem to mind at all, in fact she seemed to be having the time of her life...
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