Her husband had always been supportive of her boudoir modeling gigs, even if it meant she sometimes posed nearly nude. He claimed it made him proud of her confidence and sex appeal. But deep down, she knew he harbored secret fantasies about the possibility of something more happening during these shoots. The idea both thrilled and terrified her. Would today finally be the day she crossed that invisible boundary with someone other than her husband?
She stood before the camera, clad only in sheer lace panties that barely contained her curves. Her heart raced as the photographer's hands guided her hips, repositioning her body to capture just the right angle. She was no stranger to boudoir shoots, having posed provocatively a few times before to spice things up a little. But today felt different somehow, the air charged with tension.
As the lens focused on her face, she noticed the prominent bulge straining against the photographer's shorts. His arousal was undeniable, his gaze hungry as it raked over her nearly nude form. A thrill shot through her at the realization that he desired her so openly. Part of her knew she should put a stop to things, but another part yearned to explore this forbidden temptation.
Slowly, almost hypnotically, she let her own hands roam over her curves, letting her hands caress her own body in sensual strokes. She could feel herself growing wetter by the second, her nipples hardening into peaks beneath the thin fabric of her panties. The photographer's breathing grew heavier, his fingers twitching with the urge to touch her.
"Come here," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "Let me see all of you."
Heart pounding, she took a step closer, until mere inches separated them. Her dusky nipples, already stiff with excitement. The photographer groaned appreciatively, his large hands coming up to cup the soft mounds, thumbs circling the sensitive buds.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured reverently, ducking his head to draw one nipple into his mouth. She gasped, arching into his touch as liquid heat pooled between her thighs. This was wrong, she knew, but god did it feel right.
Her hands slid down to palm his erection through his shorts, marveling at the size and hardness of him. He bucked into her touch, grinding himself against her eager fingers. 
She hesitated for a moment, her mind warring with her body's desires. But as the photographer's skillful hands continued their exploration of her sensitive flesh, she found her reservations melting away. With a soft moan, she gave in to the temptation, her fingers deftly unfastening his belt and shoving his shorts down around his ankles.
His cock sprang free, thick and hard and glistening with precum. She licked her lips hungrily at the sight, wrapping her fingers around the hot shaft and stroking slowly. The photographer hissed in pleasure, his hips rocking into her grip as she worked him.
"I want to taste you," she whispered hotly, sinking gracefully to her knees. Maintaining eye contact, she extended her tongue to lick a broad stripe up his impressive length, savoring the salty-sweet flavor of his skin. Then, with a wicked grin, she wrapped her lips around the swollen tip and sucked gently, hollowing her cheeks to increase the pressure.
He tangled his fingers in her hair, holding her steady as he began to thrust shallowly into her welcoming mouth. She relaxed her throat, taking him deeper with each pass until her nose was buried in the coarse curls at the base of his cock. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes from the intensity, but she didn't relent, determined to give him the pleasure he craved.
She knew this was crossing a serious line, that there would be no turning back once she went through with this. But the ache between her legs was too strong to ignore, the need to be filled overwhelming. With a shuddering breath, she released his cock from her mouth and rose to her feet.
"Fuck me," she demanded, her voice husky with lust. "Right here, right now. I need you inside me."
The photographer wasted no time obliging, spinning her around and bending her over the edge of the photography table. He yanked her panties down to her knees, exposing her dripping sex to the cool air. She whimpered, arching her back in offering.
With a single powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her tight channel. They both cried out at the exquisite sensation, the photographer groaning as her velvety walls clenched around him. He set a hard, fast pace, his balls slapping against her ass with each snap of his hips.
"Yes, yes!" she chanted mindlessly, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "Harder, fuck me harder!"
He obliged, one hand fisting in her hair while the other snaked around to rub her aching clit. The dual stimulation quickly pushed her over the edge, her orgasm crashing through her with the force of a tidal wave. She came with a silent scream, her cunt spasming almost violently around his pistoning cock.
The photographer soon followed her over the precipice, burying himself as deep as possible as he spent his seed inside her fluttering sheath. They remained joined together for long moments afterward, both panting harshly as the aftershocks of their climaxes rippled through them.
Finally, he withdrew with a wet sound, his release trickling down her inner thigh. She straightened up shakily, feeling deliciously sore and thoroughly satisfied. Glancing at the clock, she realized they had lost track of time - her husband would be home soon.
Hurriedly cleaning herself up, she made it home just minutes before her husband walked through the door. Her heart raced as she greeted him with a wicked smile, still flushed and glowing from her illicit encounter.
"Honey, I have an adventure to share with you today," she purred, sauntering towards him suggestively. "One that I think you'll find very interesting indeed. Are you ready for this?"
She looped her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his. He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by her behavior and the mysterious promise in her words. Little did he know the sordid details of what had transpired earlier that day - the steamy boudoir shoot, the photographer's skilled touches, the intense climax they had shared. She couldn't wait to reveal it all to him later, to watch his reaction as she recounted every salacious detail.
For now though, she simply leaned in close, brushing her lips against his ear as she whispered, "Just wait until you hear what happened at my photo shoot today. Let's say our little game got taken to a whole new level..."
With that cryptic tease hanging in the air, she pulled back with a coy wink before heading off to start dinner, leaving him to ponder the shocking revelation to come.
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