Studio Surprise

**This is my entry for the Nude Day 2020 competition, and is somewhat different to my usual work. I hope you enjoy reading it!**

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My wife and I own a small photography studio in the English Lake District. Over the past few years we've built it up into a pretty successful business; when we started, we mostly concentrated on the basics, family groups, weddings and such, as you'd find at any studio in almost any town. However, I soon discovered a that I had a flair for pin-up and boudoir images, and with my wife's amazing skills as a hair and make-up stylist, my work began to be published internationally; within a very short time, we were as busy as we could cope with being.

We always like to keep a few days each month free of bookings, as this allowed us to deep clean the studio, maintain equipment, add or update props and sets and, of course, take a few naughtier photos of ourselves for our own enjoyment! So it was that on 14th July last year, we were alone at the studio, updating the boudoir set to include a vintage bed and a chaise longue. We had arrived early, hoping to get done with the transformations so we could start taking some photos. My wife was in the early stages of pregnancy, her petite 5ft frame beginning to noticeably swell, and I'd certainly noticed that her 32C breasts had already swollen to at least a D-cup, and possibly bigger!

We were just finishing up with the set at around 10am when we were startled by a knock on the door. My wife looked at me in surprise, and I shrugged -- we weren't expecting any deliveries and there were certainly no customers due. "I'll go and see who it is," she said, heading through the door into the shop and waiting area. I finished plumping up the pillows and went to start setting up the lighting, and heard the 'ding' of the shop bell as my wife opened the door.

"Hi, I'm sorry, but we're closed today," I heard my wife explaining.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just thought I'd call in on the off-chance that you could maybe fit me in... I could really use a confidence boost," a woman's voice replied. "My boyfriend just dumped me and I..."

"Hang on," my wife said warmly. "Step in for a minute and I'll have a chat with my husband. We'll see what we can do."

I sighed; it looked like our plans to get some nice sexy images of our own were looking a whole lot less likely. Not that I could blame my wife; I've always been as much of a soft touch as she is for anyone having a rough time. I wandered through the door as my wife ushered the girl inside. She looked to be no more than nineteen or twenty years old, and a similar height and build to my wife before her pregnancy boosted her curves. Whereas my wife had dirty blonde hair, this girl was a brunette, with shoulder-length curls and a very attractive face.

"Hi there," I said, striding over and offering her my hand to shake. "I'm Drew, and this is Jasmine."

She shook my hand and then my wife's, with a grateful smile. "Hi. I'm Emma. Your wife was just telling me that you aren't open today."

"Well, we weren't supposed to be -- we've just been updating some of the sets, but as luck would have it we've literally just finished, so we should be able to accommodate you."

"Oh, that would be great!" she beamed, her voice almost a squeal with excitement. "I'm kinda looking for a confidence boost -- I was just telling Jasmine how my boyfriend just dumped me; he's immediately started dating my best friend. I feel so dowdy compared to her; she's way better looking than I am, bigger boobs, fuller lips, nicer butt..."

I raised an eyebrow. "I can't believe that for a second. Anyway, don't worry; I'm sure that after a shoot with us, you'll leave feeling like a million dollars! Do you have any idea of what you'd like to do?" I asked as I led her to one of our comfortable couches.

"Well, I've never had my photo taken professionally before. What sort of things can you do?"

Jasmine reached under the nearby coffee table and took out one of the portfolio folders that we use to showcase our work to potential clients. After flicking through a hundred or so images, Emma said, "I'd love to give boudoir a try. I love the thought of art nude stuff too, but I'm not sure I'm brave enough!"

I chuckled. "I totally understand that. To be fair, most of the girls that do art nude are professional models and used to it. Boudoir is a good choice; we offer a whole day shoot for £750 or a half-day for £400, including hair, make-up and outfits."

Her face fell. "Oh, right. That's a lot of money -- do you do a payment plan or anything?"

Of course, we didn't -- that way lies a mountain of debt for both the studio and its customers. Jasmine shot me her trademark 'look', and I knew what she was thinking. "We don't, I'm afraid -- but how about this? We weren't going to be open today anyway, and we are here, so we won't exactly be making an unexpected loss... I could do you a shoot for free as long as you let us use the images for our marketing?"

Emma looked up in surprise. "You do that sort of thing?"

"Not usually, but then you'll be the first customer to use our new set, so you're something of a guinea pig," I chuckled.

"That's so, so kind of you both!" she gushed, surprising both Jasmine and me by gathering us both in a group hug and giving us both a soft peck on the cheek. I found myself blushing and the girls both giggled at my reaction.

"I'll... erm... go and get everything set up while you get ready," I mumbled, shuffling off into the comfort zone of the studio.

"Awww, your husband is so cute!" I heard Emma say behind my retreating back. "How long have you two been married?"

I'm sure Jasmine gave out our entire life story during the hour-and-a-half that it took her to do Emma's hair and makeup, but when they finally wandered into the studio, I noted that my earlier assessment was right; Emma was certainly beautiful. Though she had yet to change outfits -- the dressing room was just to one side of the studio -- Jasmine had done a wonderful job of giving her the 'just out of bed' hair look complete with flawless, understated makeup, and I could tell that the transformation already had Emma feeling a lot better than when she had stepped through the door.

"Oh, Emma, you look great!" I smiled. "Now, you're a size eight, am I right?"

She looked surprised. "How did you know?"

"It kinda comes with the job. I'm glad I was right, because I've put everything we have in your size in the dressing room ready for you. We've got lots of time, so take as long as you need to pick out what you like and then we'll get started. We'll be able to do lots of outfit changes too, if you want."

"Wow," she said, looking around the studio at the boudoir set and the glossy floor and backdrop that I used for art nude work. "This looks incredible. I really can't thank you both enough! I mean... this is way better than I ever imagined!"

Jasmine giggled as she showed Emma into the dressing room, and I busied myself adjusting the lights and taking a few test shots to make sure the camera settings were perfect. After a few minutes, the dressing room curtain was pulled back and Emma emerged; to say I was taken aback at her outfit choice. Most girls that are new to boudoir tend to choose outfits that cover pretty much everything for the first few shots and ease into lingerie and more revealing clothes, but Emma padded out in a sheer babydoll that showed virtually everything below her boobs, and she was wearing only the skimpiest of thongs beneath it. The rest of her figure was just as stunning as I had thought earlier, and I already knew that these images would turn out great!

As was only to be expected, she was a little awkward with her poses and facial expressions at first; this is another area where Jasmine is invaluable. She and I have worked together for so long that she's the perfect model, and she climbed onto the bed next to Emma and struck up some of the poses for her to copy. Within half an hour, Emma had begun to relax and the shots just flowed, one after the other.

"Ready for an outfit change?" I asked.

"Oh, yes please," Emma smiled. "Actually, I was wondering something. Could... could Jaz get changed too? I just think it'll be easier to copy the poses if she's wearing something similar."

I picked up on the shortening of my wife's name as well as the somewhat unusual request -- Jasmine had certainly never been asked to wear lingerie by a customer before.

"Sure," Jasmine said simply, and the pair of them giggled their way to the dressing room and pulled the curtain closed. It was at this point that I began to get very nervous!

They emerged a few minutes later, both wearing a lacy bra, a tiny thong and a suspender belt and stockings, all in matching black. I felt my throat go dry; it had been a while since I'd seen my gorgeous wife in such sexy attire, and to see her leading another identically-clad girl by the hand to the bed was definitely hot!

I was almost disappointed when the shoot resumed pretty normally, Jasmine laying in the various poses for Emma to copy and then moving out of the way for me to take the photos. I'd grabbed another thirty or so shots and was about to suggest another outfit change when Emma asked, "Do you think... would it be okay if Jasmine and I posed together for a couple of photos?"

I looked at Jasmine to get her reaction, and she nodded eagerly and immediately bounced onto the bed. I took another dozen or so shots of the pair of them, embracing, looking into each other's eyes or draped across each other before saying, "Okay, one more, and then an outfit change?"

"Sure," Emma said, and whispered directly into Jasmine's ear. Jasmine nodded and lay back on the bed, with Emma laying her head directly on her breasts, sliding the fingers of her left hand just under the waistband of Jasmine's panties.

Well, fuck. I just stood there with my mouth open, feeling the available space in my pants disappearing rapidly.

"Erm, Drew?" Emma giggled. "Are you taking this photo, or what?"

"Oh," I croaked embarrassedly, "uhhh... yeah. I just wasn't sure you were ready." With shaky hands I raised the camera to my eye and fired off several shots. Fuck, these were hot.

I cleared my throat. "Ahem. All done. Ready for that outfit change now?"

The girls were still giggling at my reaction. Jasmine pointed at the now decidedly prominent lump in my trousers and said, "Is that a zoom lens in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see us?"

"Jaz!" I exclaimed, blushing profusely and dropping the camera to hide my bulge. This was definitely not the professional attitude that I wanted to project to my clients!

Fortunately, Emma didn't react with the horror that I'd expected and the giggles continued. "A zoom lens? By the looks of it he's got the camera down there as well!"

I folded my arms with mock disappointment while the girls rolled on the bed with helpless laughter. "When you've quite finished..." I growled, attempting to sound stern but fooling nobody; the sight of two girls in skimpy underwear and stockings tangling themselves in the bedclothes certainly wasn't helping my situation! Thankfully they composed themselves fairly quickly, and Jasmine apologised.

"That's better," I said, still blushing. "Now, if we can get back to the matter in hand?"

"Looks like you need to take something in hand -- there'll be no blood left in your legs otherwise!" Emma snorted, and they were off again. I knew right then that I was in for constant teasing for the rest of the shoot.

"GIRLS! Please!" I exclaimed. Thankfully that had the desired effect, and they quickly pulled themselves together.

"I'm sorry, Drew," Emma smiled. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, especially when you're being so nice. Anyway... you're doing wonders for my confidence and I wondered... could we maybe have a go at some art nude images?"

"Of course, if you're comfortable!" I answered, surprised. "You'll have to undress and wear a robe while the lines from your underwear fade, but Jasmine will have to touch up your hair and makeup anyway so that should work out pretty well."

I went to the wardrobe and took out a robe, passing it to her. She took it and went to the dressing room and unsnapped the suspender belt. "Let me get the curtain for you," Jasmine said.

"It doesn't really matter, does it?" Emma responded. "I mean, you two are going to see me naked in a few minutes anyway, so what the hell!"

"Actually, girls normally keep the robe on and get into the pose, and then Jasmine will take it away, so your modesty is protected at all times," I explained.

Emma shrugged. "I'm not worried about that; despite all the teasing, I'm really comfortable with the two of you. I'll wear the robe while I get my hair and makeup retouched, but other than that I'm fine being naked. After all," she added, "it is International Nude Day!"

With that, her stockings were elegantly peeled off, followed by her bra, revealing a very attractive pair of 32C breasts topped with dark nipples that stood proud like pencil-tip erasers. Both Jasmine and I couldn't help but look; while it's often the case that a photo shoot can transform a client's self-confidence, this was certainly the biggest transformation we had witnessed, and we were definitely enjoying it! When Emma bent over to remove her panties, I had to turn away or I knew I'd be staring at her the whole time, so I took the opportunity to go and set up the lighting for the next part of the shoot.

When Emma and Jasmine returned around half an hour later, everything was ready. They were both wearing robes, and Emma quickly slipped nonchalantly out of hers and walked over to where I was waiting. Thankfully I'd fully recovered my composure at this point and directed her to stand in the ideal position. Jasmine slipped off her own robe (thankfully she was still wearing her lingerie from earlier, or I'm sure I'd have lost it all over again!) and took up a suitable pose for Emma to copy.

Once more engrossed behind the lens, I concentrated on getting the lighting, poses and images absolutely perfect, and after another hour or so we had fifty or so more photos that I was completely happy with.

"I think we've done great!" I said, finally lowering my camera.

"Do you think we could maybe do some more risqué ones? Maybe on the bed?" Emma asked tentatively.

For the first time, I was doubtful -- this was new territory for me. "I'm not sure, Emma. We've got a family studio after all, and I certainly won't be able to put them in my portfolio!"

"Oh, go on, Drew," Jasmine prompted. She leaned in to whisper in my ear, "I promise I'll make it up to you later, baby. You can have anything you like!"

I know my blush was obvious to Emma, as she giggled. "Please?" she asked, giving me the puppy dog eyes look. "I'm sure they will look amazing."

I knew when I was beaten, and I wasn't going to turn down such an offer from my wife anyway! "Fuck it, why not?" I grinned.

Emma squealed and darted to the bed, immediately getting on all fours with her knees apart and looking back at me over her shoulders. Fuck, she looked hot like that, and both Jasmine and I were practically salivating. Realising I had yet to turn the lights on and angle them correctly, I quickly pulled myself together and got on with the job.

The images were hot. Insanely hot, definitely some of the sexiest and most revealing I'd ever taken. I found myself muttering, "Fabulous!" over and over, and giving more direction as Emma was clearly in her comfort zone. "That's it, tip your head slightly. Fab, that's great! Yeah!"

Emma was in the hottest pose yet; one knee up, legs spread wide with her back arched and one hand sliding down towards her smoothly shaved pussy. "You know," she giggled, "you sound just like Austin Powers!"

I chuckled, remembering one of my favourite lines from one of the movies. "Do I make you horny, baby? Do I? Do I? Do I make you randy?"

Jasmine laughed, but Emma looked straight at me and said, "Yeah, actually. From the second I saw that bulge! I mean -- Jaz, how the fuck do you walk straight?" The pair of them fell about laughing yet again, but this time I was able to join in, a lot less embarrassed this time. Jasmine leaned in and whispered to Emma, who nodded eagerly.

"Drew," Jasmine purred seductively. "Take some more of the two of us?" She flicked the catch on her bra, casting it off carelessly onto the floor before peeling off her panties and climbing onto the bed. No choice there then! My cock had been semi-hard since Emma had struck up her first erotic pose on the bed, and now it came roaring fully into life.

"Erm," I croaked, "we might have to wait a bit for the clothing lines to fade, girls."

"Oh, we can work around that," Emma said. "How about this?"

She sat back against the headboard and pulled Jasmine's back against her, cradling her breasts in her hands; Jasmine pulled one of the crisp white sheets over her hip, parting her legs slightly and lifting one knee to put her beautiful pussy on clear display. The pose was completed as Emma leaned in to kiss Jasmine's shoulder, tweaking her nipple and making her gasp.

Fuck. My hands were shaking so much that I could barely lift the camera, possibly due to the fact that there was little blood left north of my waist! Nonetheless, I had to capture the sensually perfect scene before me and somehow I managed to have the presence of mind to keep pressing the shutter. The girls moved naturally from one pose to another, and within minutes they were locked together in a writhing mass of limbs, kissing each other passionately with wandering hands delivering feather-light caresses.

"Shit. The memory card is full, girls. Give me a minute," I exclaimed, and they broke apart, panting.

"You know, Drew," Emma said, "Something doesn't feel quite right."

Shit. "Is everything okay? Are you all done?" I said, picturing negative reviews, gossip and a dying business.

"Oh no, I think we've got a few more ideas yet. What I meant was," Emma explained, "it's International Nude Day. I'm nude," she waved a hand over her flawless body to illustrate the point, "Jaz is nude. Only one of us has clothes on right now, and I don't think that's fair." She gave me a pointed look, leaving me in no doubt as to what she wanted, even though I was struggling to believe it.

"You want me... to take my clothes off?" I asked in surprise.

"Well, yeah. Don't you think that's fair, Jaz?" My wife, the devious, gorgeous creature, nodded vigorously in agreement and winked at me. I just stood there and gawked helplessly.

"I think we'd better give him a hand," Jasmine giggled. "I'm not sure his brain can cope right now!"

The girls crawled over the bed and pulled me towards the bed, Jasmine kneeling up to unbutton my shirt while Emma pulled deftly at the buttons on my fly before unceremoniously yanking my trousers and boxers down. Her movements were so vigorous that my cock slapped her on the chin as it sprang free, making her giggle and reach out her hand to grasp it.

"Ffffuuuuck!" I gasped.

"Down, boy," Emma giggled, climbing off the bed to finish stripping me as Jasmine peeled off my shirt. "We still want some more photos. Where's your other memory card?"

Jasmine reached into my shirt pocket to pull out the empty card, and I switched it out with the full one in the camera, reaching over to the Mac to slide it into the SD card slot so that the photos would begin to upload. Silently, I hoped that the card wasn't the only thing that would be sliding in somewhere in the near future!

"Now, where were we?" Emma asked, and she and Jasmine slid back on the bed and resumed kissing and fondling each other. Fingers were soon rubbing clits and sliding into pussies, and the studio was filled with the wet sounds of their passion. Naked except for the camera, I kept snapping away but was beginning to feel a little left out, especially as my wife cried out in orgasm.