Framed Desires

I glanced back at Amy, my gaze landing on her full chest, slim waist, long legs and shapely hips, and for a moment, I had no idea how to respond.

"It's fine, bro. I know you want her, but you're holding back because you think of me as a friend, yeah? I get it." Charles said, lighting up another smoke for me.

"Just say what you need. I'll… do what I can."

This sort of thing wasn't anything new to me. I'd spent enough time in the photography scene to have been exposed to all sorts of unusual tastes, after all.

But when this happened with my best friend… Honestly, I didn't know how to react.

"We've talked it over, her and I, so all you need to do is nod that head of yours, and…" Charles leaned in close, whispering the rest into my ear.

By the time we carried the equipment into the villa, I was completely caught off guard by what I saw.

Amy was clothed in nothing but revealing lingerie!

The black, sheer fabric accentuated her figure, its design leaving little to the imagination. It was obvious she had already removed the pasties underneath.

Lower down, other than lace lingerie the size of a palm, her full, shapely hips were left completely exposed.

"Don't stare yet, bro. You'll have plenty of time later," Charles urged impatiently.

I went upstairs to check the layout and decided to use the master bedroom on the second floor for the first set.

When I came back down, I saw Charles leaning in close to Amy, whispering something in her ear as his hand squeezed her breast. From the way her face was flushed bright red, and she could barely meet my eyes, he was probably not talking about anything very child friendly.

Her hands trembled slightly as she opened a bottle of red wine and poured three glasses.

Throughout, she avoided looking at me, like a shy bride on her wedding night.

I briefly explained the shooting plan. As we talked, the bottle of wine was gradually emptied, and the tension in the room eased.

Upstairs in the bedroom, I drew the curtains and signaled Charles to set up the lighting.

For the first shot, Amy lay back on the bed as I positioned myself above her, angling the camera downward. "Lift your chest a little, put a finger in your mouth, and look up at me… Yeah, exactly. Think about the first time you slept with Charles."

Amy was clearly nervous, but she cooperated with my directions and posed as I asked.

I was about to press on the shutter when Charles stopped us. "Hold on. Honey, pull your underwear down a little more."

Following his direction, Amy hesitated before adjusting her lingerie slightly, her face flushed with embarrassment as the sheer fabric went so low it almost couldn't cover anything beneath any longer.

She'd waxed beforehand, I mused.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Charles breathing more heavily, clearly stirred by his fiancée being shown in such a light to another man.

Time passed slowly. One shameless pose after another, one photograph after another.

Gradually, Amy became bolder and more at ease in front of the camera, shedding her upper wear and exposing her torso entirely to the air. As the camera lights flashed, I saw dark, damp spots appearing on her lingerie.

I had no idea what spell Charles had Amy under for her to be so obedient to him… or had she always had this side to her, one that wanted to show her body to other men?

Then, Charles finally said it outright, breaking the last layer of restraint. "Honey, most models who get Blake to take photos for them sleep with him, too. Why don't you show a little initiative and help him take his pants off, huh?"

After everything that had happened, Amy no longer seemed as restrained. Whether it was the atmosphere or something else, she slowly moved closer, until her face was almost pressed up against my crotch.

"Faster," Charlie urged.

Amy rolled her eyes at him, before her hands rested on the hem of my pants, seemingly steeling her resolve before pulling my pants down bit by bit.

"O-Oh goodness…"

As my pants were shed down to my knees, I sprang free like a released coil. An expression of pleasant surprise flickered across Amy's expression, before she reached out towards me, her warm hand moving gently.

I couldn't hold it any longer, reaching downwards and brushing against her collarbone, before cupping my palm around her breast.

After just a few moments, Amy's breathing grew noticeably heavier under my touch. Her legs drew together instinctively, shifting against each other as her whole body trembled with pleasure.

Charles couldn't hold it any longer. "Honey, use that mouth of yours to help him blow some steam, won't you?"

"A-Alright…"

Amy looked up at me, her voice almost breathless, "I'm… not the most skilled, so please don't get angry if you feel my teeth…"

After that, she hesitated for another short moment, biting her lip, before slowing leaning toward me, bringing her face closer and closer…