Low key events that give a massive thrill

[Fred163]

A few days later, Tom came over and brought some photos with him—a selection of prints—saying they were for her photo album. His favorite was the shot of her sitting on the bench with her dress unbuttoned.
My wife then asked him about another shoot; she wanted to do an erotic session featuring sexy lingerie. He had a home studio with good lighting, making it the perfect location. She agreed to the plan. He asked how many outfits she had in mind, then added that if she wanted to wear sheer panties, she should let some pubic hair grow out, as he felt it looked better in photos.

The shoot took place a few weeks later. She was nervous the day before and laid out the lingerie she planned to bring. When we arrived, he told her there was no need to be nervous—everything would be very relaxed. He showed us around the studio and pointed out the various settings: a small café table with a chair, a wide bed, and a large daybed. For changing, he showed her a room divider—it was low enough to see over, but the unique feature was the mirror behind it, allowing one to see the woman changing from the front. To help her relax, he mixed her a light drink, and she went to the changing area. Meanwhile, Tom and I chatted as he explained his equipment to me; a special feature was that I could see what he was about to shoot on a monitor. After a few minutes, she stepped out wearing a white set: tiny panties, a push-up bra, and a garter belt with stockings. Tom seated her at the small café table and began. He kept up a constant conversation with her while changing positions.

She then put on other lingerie sets behind the screen. He then took photos of her in the mirrors while she undressed and changed. I watched this on the screen as he zoomed in close. When she wanted to put on a corset, she asked for help, as it fastened with hooks at the back and had adjustable lacing at the front. Tom called his wife over to assist. It took quite a while for her to reappear this time, but every detail was visible on the screen. She was now wearing a red, front-laced corset with a plunging neckline that lifted her breasts, paired with a sheer red thong, a garter belt, stockings, and a black sheer tulle skirt over the top. She also wore black strappy ankle boots. It was a real "wow" moment for Tom. Plenty of photos were taken of this look, too. At the end of the session, while we were sitting together, Tom asked, "Would you be up for a lingerie party at my place? I’d invite four couples, and you’d wear this exact outfit." "Why not?" she replied immediately.
The party took place a few weeks later in Tom’s party room. The space was furnished with small tables and chairs, a sofa, a small bar, and a small raised platform. The guests were pleasant people, and the ladies had already arrived in party attire. There was a sparkling wine reception at the bar, which was staffed by Tom’s wife—she was wearing a matching cocktail dress.

The room was dimly lit, with music playing in the background.
Tom kicked off the evening and invited the ladies to the changing area. He had photographed all the ladies before and was just as excited as the rest of us men. Three ladies came out first, wearing lingerie in various colors and styles; they all looked very sexy. My wife, however, was taking a bit longer. Tom went back to check on her, telling me he needed to give her a hand since his wife was busy. My wife had wanted to wear the corset, after all.
Then she and Tom joined us, and everyone sat down. The sparkling wine bar was well-patronized, and the atmosphere was lively and relaxed. Then, one of the men suggested that the small stage could be used for a tantalizing striptease by the ladies. Sure enough, the first lady went up, took a seat on the small chair, and began to undress slowly—stripping down to just her panties. She received a round of enthusiastic applause. Two other ladies followed suit, and then it was my wife’s turn. She, too, sat on the chair, took off her shoes, and moved rhythmically to the music, lifting her tulle skirt and twirling around. Then she sat back down, rolled down her stockings, and removed them. Next came the tulle skirt, and she loosened the lacing of her corset. Since the main opening was at the back, she needed help with it; Tom knew this and stepped up to her. He slowly undid the hooks, and once they were all undone, he stood behind her and slid the corset off her body toward the front. She took it from him and tossed it aside. Now she stood on stage wearing nothing but a wisp of a red thong, and she was met with thunderous applause. That was when I noticed a small black mark just above the triangle of her thong.

It was a small scorpion that Tom applied while helping her. Back home, she told me how he had done it. She said: "Before Tom helped me into the corset, he took this small tattoo, slid one hand forward underneath my thong, and pressed the tattoo onto my skin. For a moment, I didn't know what was happening, since I was standing naked in front of him. I think I kissed him, and he cupped my tits in his hands while doing it!"