[stevezr1]

Wow, great story!
Regarding my story below, it sounds like MrHitachi could have been my ex's photographer! Really!

My ex-wife, Barbara was an attractive, well-built woman with substantial C cup breasts. She never showed any hint of exhibitionistic tendencies whatsoever. While we were living in an apartment complex, a single guy down the hall happened to be an aspiring professional photographer. He did weddings and the like, and had an extra room in his apartment set up as a studio, but had a day job as well.

He and I never spoke except to say hi, but apparently Barbara met him on occasion at the laundry area of the apartments. To make a long story short, he approached her and offered to shoot some classic nudes of her. She said that he offered to bring over some portfolios of other women he had photographed, and she like what she saw. She told me about all this, and asked I would mind if she took this guy up on his offer. I thought it was a great idea! That is, until it was made clear that I was definitely not welcome at the photo session. As explained to her, "husbands are not a good idea, the model may be inhibited, not at ease", etc. etc. Knowing that, the photo shoot didn't seem like such a good idea. But I said what the heck, why not, and it might get Barbara to loosen up and help her shed some of her inhibitions.

So the deal was set. The evening they decided on the photo shoot, Barb was nervous as hell while she was getting ready, and I was pretty damned nervous myself. Barbara was gone a few hours, far too long as far as I was concerned, minutes seemed like hours. All sorts of scenarios raced through my head while I waited. At times I was convinced she was getting banged that very minute. I was upset with that thought, but my body betrayed me, and I was rock hard thinking of her getting banged or fingered by that guy. When she finally got back, she seemed pleased with what transpired. She said it all went well, but was reluctant to share any details. But she WAS very horny and juicy, and we fucked like crazy.

A week or so later, Barb got our proofs of the pix, and they were very nice. Just as was expected, black and white classic nudes, nothing provocative. The following week, Barbara approached me with another request. Her new photographer friend had another proposal for her. He asked her to pose for his photo club! Nude! He said there were usually about 6 or 8 or so members present at their meetings, which took place at a different member’s home each month. He said she would be paid for her time, although it wasn't a lot of money. And of course, again I wasn't welcome.

Barbara was now a semi-professional model! She seemed quite excited for this opportunity, and again, I said yes. But meanwhile I'm dumbfounded how different Barbara had become. I had hoped a photo session might get her out of her shell, but didn't expect to have a full-blown exhibitionist on my hands practically overnight.

When the big evening came, from the time she walked out the door until the time she returned a few hours later, and like the previous session, my mind was racing, thinking all sorts of things. But when she returned, she assured me it all went well, that she really enjoyed herself, and found the experience exciting. Exciting? hmmm. And to my benefit, just as with her first private session, Barbara was extremely horny that evening, and I reaped the benefits in bed. But like the first session, she was reluctant to share any details of that evening.

A few days later when the mood was right, I asked her if the nude photo sessions were going to be regular thing for her. She said no! I was shocked and disappointed. She said that she decided that she wouldn't do it again. With my disappointment, I was also relieved. I had mixed emotions, to be sure. Of course I pressed her for her reasoning. It seems like things had gone a little beyond what she was comfortable with. Apparently she felt the men weren't quite as professional as she expected, and that she sensed they were hoping, yet not actually suggesting, for a lot more provocative poses. Barbara said that she could have been imagining all that, but still felt that she was, at any given moment, a heartbeat away from being involved in a porno photo shoot. I asked if she felt that way, why did she tell me that she enjoyed herself that evening and found it exciting. She said that was her libido talking.... ?? Libido? Women! Maybe in reality, she didn't trust herself to put herself in that environment again. I'll never know for sure what actually happened that evening, but I'll always imagine all kinds of erotic scenarios, including extremes like all the guys taking turns banging her while the others took photos! I think that scenario is completely unlikely, but I'll always wonder if something a little more erotic did really occur.

But Barbara was a changed woman after that experience. She started dressing a lot more provocatively, accenting her great rack, going braless regularly, yeah, with C cups! And showing lots of cleavage, etc. I really loved the new Barbara!