When my childhood friend came to us, I could not even imagine that such global changes would occur in my sex life with my wife.

But all in order.

We live in a small Siberian town. Our town has a beautiful river nearby, and in the summer the forests are full of berries and mushrooms, so many come to relax with us from the bustle of big cities. A little about us: we are a young family two years ago graduated from the institute and left for this town. Here we were offered a job in the specialty and departmental apartment as young professionals. After another year, I bought myself an old Zhiguli and we can say that our young life was completely successful; we have everything that every young family dreams of. The apartment was, though not large, but separate with a bathroom and a kitchen. Wife, and her name is Julia, whitewashed the ceiling, painted the floor, in general, led her into the divine form and made of her a cozy nest for our young family. My wife, with a height of 175 cm and a pretty appearance, has a big chest, a small waist and long beautiful legs. You can imagine the envy of our entire course, of course the male half, when she agreed to marry me and go to hell with me. We love each other very much, and so the first year almost did not get out of bed, fucked everywhere and in all possible and impossible postures and places. Once she even managed to make me a blowjob in the director's office while waiting for his arrival, and when he came, my shameless wife only licked her lips like a kitten and swallowed all my sperm.

In the first year of our life together, we had one incident that was deeply stuck in my brain. We were on the beach in Sochi, sunbathing, swimming. On Julia, with her protruding shapes, there was still quite an open swimsuit, including two small triangles in front, covering only the nipples and a very small piece of cloth covering her shaved pussy. It was at that moment when we indulged in tanning that photographer approached us. Posing as Ivan Sergeyevich, he started a conversation with us. Expressing many compliments to my wife, he called her very photogenic and, as if by chance, offered to shoot her in his studio. At first we refused, but he gave us his business card and said that if we change our mind, he will take it off with pleasure, besides, if he takes it off, he is ready to pay for the shooting. When he came home from the beach, we thought about his proposal and decided that the money would not harm us, and that it would make us worse because Julia would pose a little. Calling him the next day we agreed on the location and time of shooting. Already approaching her husband's workshop, she asked me:

- Vit, and if he wants to shoot me naked? How to be?

“There you look at the circumstances, if you want, then you can, but if you don’t want it, then you won't,” I answered.

- You want to say that you will not care that an unfamiliar man will stare at your wife? - with a call asked his wife.

- Of course, not all the same, but he is a professional, and this is almost like a gynecologist. And besides, I'll be there, yes, maybe it won't come to that.

Entering the studio, we saw a beautifully decorated room with decorations and a small mini bar with drinks.

- Oh, come through, come through, have been waiting for a long time, - the owner of the institution was walking towards us.

- I thought they would come or not.

“Well, since we’ll be filming right away, or first small,” he said, pointing to the mini bar.

“Probably small,” I replied for everyone.

- That there will be a young creature, of dazzling beauty, wine, whiskey, vodka, beer, or all together. I am preparing delicious cocktails, said Ivan Sergeevich.

- I can wine, and Julia cocktail.

- This minute. With these words, he poured me wine, and my wife began to sculpt a cocktail. We drank. A pleasant languor spread through the body.

“So a young man, you sit down here, pointing to a chair,” he said to me, and you, sweet lady, go and put everything you like in that office. Julia went to change, and I sat down on a chair and began to drink wine. A few minutes later the spouse went to the photo studio. She was wearing a luxurious short tight black dress and the same high-heeled shoes. I also noticed that she wore black stockings or pantyhose.

“Madam, you're just amazing, you can kiss your pen,” said the photographer, kneeling on his knee. Julia coquettishly stretched out a pen, and he kissed her to her. Well, finally, the photo session began. Ivan Sergeevich put my wife in different poses and photographed, photographed, photographed. Toli from drunk wine, toli from the lack of air conditioning, but in the studio it was getting hotter and hotter, and when Ivan Sergeevich suggested that Yulia lower the dress to the waist, she not only did not refuse, but did it with great pleasure, remaining in the bra. The film was over, and that Sergey Sergeevich would suggest a little more drink. While we were drinking our drinks, Ivan Sergeevich changed the film.

- Well, Julia, the second series, I would like you to completely take off your dress and stay in your underwear.

Feeling reproaches of jealousy at the same time, I felt in my own village not known impulses of sexual arousal, I so wanted that some unfamiliar man would look at my spouse, and maybe not even look. From such thoughts, I even struck a chill, and a drop of sweat came out on my forehead. Julia broke down a bit and let the dress go to the end. Under it were really stockings, not pantyhose and little thongs, which opened more than closed the entrance to its depths.

“Oh, Yulia, you’ll just kill Viktor and me in such an outfit,” Ivan Sergeyevich said admiringly.

“And Victor has never seen such a thing at home,” my wife sported, blushing at the compliment.

- Yes, he was certainly more fortunate than me, but I am happy for you, for your youth, for your love, but let's drink for that: ...

- On brotherhood, I picked up the photographer's toast. When we drank, I first kissed my spouse and prepared to wait for I.S. to start kissing him, he drank in small sips in no hurry, evidently thought about his actions, but, when he finished, he went to my wife and kissed her cheek.

“No, that’s not the way to go, for love, you have to kiss on the lips and besides, in a hickey,” I intervened in their kiss. Then he embraced my half-naked wife and stared at her lips for a long two minutes with a hot kiss. When he broke away from her, Julia remained standing with her eyes closed for a few more seconds.

“Well, it's enough time to continue the lyrics,” said I.S., dropping us to the ground. Clicking a couple more times, he went up to Julia and lowered the bra straps. I have already said that my wife has big breasts and if she removes the straps, then very soon she will be left with bare boobs. She didn't even move.

“You can ask Julia to jump a little on the bed,” he asked her. Wife rose to his feet and began to jump. As I expected. in the process of jumping, one after the other breasts began to leave the bra, and very soon she was already jumping with completely bare breasts.

“That's right, just a little more,” I. S. scanned the jumps, continuing to shoot.

He looked at my wife not as a photographer anymore, but as a person who wants to fuck her, and first of all it was reflected in the significant mound formed in the groin area. This situation made me very excited, but I was afraid to admit it to myself. In her youth, Julia studied ballet, so she has excellent plastic and stretching.

- Julia, and you could not get on the bridge, - the question sounded I. S.

- Of course,...