My husband was going to be thirty, and I wanted to give him a very special gift. Dave my husband is very special to me and is also very hard to buy for. I was racking my brain for ideas, then it came to me. I would get a portrait made of me and give it to him on his birthday.

I called Jack who was a professional photographer and a family friend. Jack has his own studio and has taken many portraits of our whole family. Jack of Jack’s Photography was about thirty years older than I was, and married to his wife for many years. His wife Jane was also a dear friend of ours.

I was able to get an appointment for the following week while my hubby was at work. I had a beautiful sun dress in mind to wear to the photo shoot. On the morning I was to go, I got myself all done up; hair, makeup, nails. I went to the closet to get my dress when I noticed a long green negligée that I had not worn in a while. The negligée was satin with a deep V-cut in the front and a open back that went almost to my butt.

I felt my heart quicken. My husband always loved this gown even though it was not see through. I thought I would bring the gown along but I didn’t think I would have the nerve to wear it. Besides the sun dress was one of his favorite outfits.

Driving there my thoughts kept doing to the negligée, and as I parked the car I grabbed the hanger and brought it along. Jack was the only one in the studio this morning his wife would not be in to help him until later on in the day.

I placed the negligée in the dressing room and went into the studio where Jack was waiting. After some pleasantries I stood on the platform to be photographed. He used multiple backdrops and poses, and I had decided to let the idea of using the negligée go.

I was starting to step down and he mentioned that he had noticed that I had a wardrobe change.

My heart started pounding out of my chest. I have an exhibitionist side, but at that point in time in my life I was in complete denial of this. I asked him if that would be okay and that the pictures were for my husband's birthday. He replied that he had nothing else going on this morning and anything for my husband, he is a great guy.

I went into the dressing room and stared at the gown with my stomach in my throat. I removed all of my clothing, and stared at my naked body in the mirror. It was like I had never seen myself naked before. I took the gown off the hanger and put it on. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the dressing room into the studio. Jack eased the door shut and had me sit on the end of a tall stool. He came over to position my hands and head then proceeded to take pictures. Some of the pictures were lying down, some standing up.

Making a comment that this is for Dave’s birthday, and would I want to make it real special. Jack then came over to me as if in deep thought. He had me turn around and hook my thumbs under the straps of the gown. He then moved my hands and lowered the negligée just enough to reveal my ass. The gown framed my bum as he stepped back and I heard the camera start to click..

The photographer was now in control. I knew this and it terrified me and excited me at the same time. I knew this friend of my husbands was using his professional status to take advantage of the situation. This knowledge excited me knowing that viewing my body was giving him pleasure.

Jack had me turn around and face him.

The gown was revealing almost all of my breasts as I turned to face him. He then instructed me to fold my arms across my stomach letting the gown fall almost to my waist. Seeing him staring at me as the camera flashed made the reality of the situation sink in. My whole body was tingling and I almost felt a little faint.

I was holding onto the gown at my waist for dear life. He approached me turning me back around and asked me to let the gown to fall to the floor. I could have passed out and could feel my body shaking but did as I was asked to do. The negligée was at my feet as the camera flashed twice. I thought my legs were going to give out as I stepped out of the gown.

Jack brought a bench over and had me sit in a very lady like fashion on it. Several shots were taken of me sitting on the bench. He then had me lay on the bench and he moved the camera to down between my legs. Even though my legs were still closed this camera angel may me feel more exposed. Jack was taking time to reposition my head and body as he continued to take pictures.

Jack then had me let my knees fall apart exposing all, and my whole body excitement was now pretty much concentrated in my pussy. I was relishing in the exposure and the lust I knew he was feeling taking advantage, and talking me into things I never intended to happen.

Jack was taking multiple pictures at a faster rate. He was also focusing the lens for closer and closer pictures. Without being prompted I let my index finger lightly touch myself. This brought on a lot of verbal encouragement from him. The tension and a orgasm was starting to build. I sat up. I was not going to cum in front of him.

Jack poured on the compliments. I grabbed my gown of temptation and walked naked to the dressing room. I sat there naked and sweating. Feelings of guilt and excitement went through me. I placed my undergarments in my purse, and put my sun dress on with nothing underneath it.

By the time I had gathered myself and left the dressing room Jack had already developed the negatives and was starting to print out the pictures of our little photo session. He invited me to stay and to go ahead and pick out the pictures that I wanted.

If I thought that being naked and having your pictures was embarrassing, looking at these very revealing pictures with a lot of commentary from Jack was almost painful, and he took full advantage, enjoying my discomfort. His commentary was very professional but it still had the desired effect of making me squirm.

Driving home my whole body was tingling and I could feel my nipples rubbing against my dress. I had done this as a gift for my husband but I felt as if I had betrayed him. It then dawned on me what would he say to the pictures. It might even upset him and I had a sick feeling in my stomach again.

I gave the pictures to my husband on his birthday in a beautiful and elegantly wrapped box. You will be happy to know he was elated, especially when he found out who the photographer was and how he talked me into doing what I did. My hubby still to this day still reminds me of how erotic it was, and would I ever think of doing it again.

Author's note: I have written my previous stories from events in my life. This story is no different. This tale is from August of 1990.