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Mike shut the light and sleep came fast as did the next morning, Tuesday.
He exited the bed to see his lovely naked wife peacefully asleep. "I love the way this has turned out. I am no longer bored, and my wife has come out of her shell. Life is good!" Mike thought as went about his usual morning ritual and then started breakfast after he donned a pair of shorts.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee awoke Betsy. She came into the kitchen rubbing her eyes, hair mussed up, and sat at the breakfast bar. The nude woman faced her husband with her legs spread for balance. She mused with a smile. "Three weeks ago, I wouldn't imagined I'd be in the kitchen nude and my legs spread. The amazing part is I have never felt as free as I do now!" She thought contented at the place they were in life.
As Mike prepared breakfast he took in the naked beauty of his wife. They happily conversed as they eat their first meal of the day.
"I can't wait to model again today, but I hope the creeps we met yesterday aren't there."
"I'll talk to security and tell them to refuse to let them in. I'll stand at the door and if I see any of them, I'll let security know. I don't want them intimidating you thus ruining the enjoyment you receive when you are totally exposed to the patrons of the arts." Mike adamantly acknowledged.
The couple lounged around the house. Mike in shorts and Betsy nude, until it was time to get ready. They showered together, Mike donned shorts and a tee, Betsy a red lightweight sundress which accented her figure beautifully. They left town, stopped for lunch at a deli in Williamsburg, and arrived in the courtyard at one-fifty-five.
Greg, Julia, George the club owner, and Vance were there awaiting the star's arrival. As yesterday Betsy entered nude, she left her sundress in the car.
"Are we ready to start?" Vance asked.
"Yes, I'm as ready as I'll ever be!" Betsy stated as she mounted the makeup couch.
"Get on your knees let me check your back door." Vance directed and after Betsy was in position, he opened her cheeks to inspect her bleached star. "Looks good Betsy. What do you want to do next your hair or lip gloss your nipples and lady lips?"
Betsy knew that if he did her intimate areas with the lip gloss, she would become very horny with the intimate touching needed to perform the makeup. "I would like my hair done first."
Vance helped her off the makeup couch and she sat in the chair for her hair to be done.
Meanwhile Mike went to the head of security. "Chip, we ate at a diner last night and my wife saw a group of guys that creeped her out yesterday. I'll stand by the door and if I see them today, I'll signal you to stop them from entering."
"Okay just let me know who they are, and I'll surreptitiously send them on their way with the excuse they can only attend one day during this show."
"Thank you." Mike said relieved as he walked to the dressing room.
"Mike where did you go? I wanted you to watch Vance do my makeup."
"I took care of the issue we talked about this morning."
"Oh, okay great." Betsy stated with relief.
Greg didn't even ask what the challenge that faced Betsy was. He was captivated as he watched Vance apply the lip gloss to Betsy's nipples and vagina. He was jealous of Vance. Greg wished he could apply the makeup to Betsy's vaginal lips. He wished he could hold Betsy's lady lips between his fingers as he applied the lip gloss. In fact, the whole group watched this intimate display with fascination.
"Three weeks ago, I never dreamed my wife would be sitting on an makeup couch foot in stirrups and a man only known by his first name has an intimate grip on my wife's vaginal lips to put gloss on them. Furthermore, she spends twenty minutes at a time with her legs spread and then another ten minutes in the nude circulating among the patrons. She has a look of contentment on her face as the makeup artist works on her lady lips" Mike thought as he looked with amazement at his naked wife, her intimate area on view for all present.
It was Three PM:
"Time for me to make my entrance." Betsy said as Julia helped the naked woman don her mask. Julia made sure the mask was comfortable for the model and it covered her face properly.
Today the patrons were let in before Betsy took her place on the dais. She decided to circulate first. The group was larger today than yesterday. She was astonished that at fifty dollars a ticket she sees some of the same people today as yesterday.
Mike stood at the door and to his dismay the Deacon of their church came through the door and spotted Mike, before Mike could fade away into the crowd.
"What are you doing here Mike? Where is Betsy, she knows you're here?" The Deacon asked in an anxious voice.
"I would ask you the same questions. What are you doing here John and does your wife know you're here?"
"Okay, I won't say anything if you don't Mike." John stated in panic.
John circulated the room. When he came in Betsy was on her tour of the room also, they met face to face as Betsy went to another group. John looked at the mature naked woman and then at the ring on her finger. He was perplexed. "I have seen the ring before, and the features of the woman are familiar. "He looked into her eyes and then looked her up and down as she walked away. "I have seen that woman before, but I don't know where. She is beautiful!" He followed the naked woman around at a distance until she mounted the dais. "Oh, my she is totally spread you can see her lady lips, the pink inside she is spread so wide. And she is excited. I can see moisture escaping her opening! She is opening her womanhood with her fingers!" He walked right up to the rail of the platform and leaned on. "You are a very beautiful woman."
"Why thank you kind sir." Betsy answered with a smile.
"Am I dreaming, I know that smile and the voice is familiar. I must be losing my mind or is it wishful thinking I know that naked lady." John's mind was in turmoil, and he was excited. He had to stay against the rail or embarrass himself if anyone notices his happy condition at his waist.
A little over an hour into Betsy's performance the group from the diner showed up. Mike went to the head of security and pointed out the group. The security head said. "Thanks Mike, we'll take it from here." He called for help on his walkie-talkie and three huge men with security written on their shirts showed up. "Gentlemen, I believe you were here yesterday, didn't you read your tickets you can attend this event only one day so other people can get into the show."
The men looked at the Three hulks beside the head of security. "We paid for these tickets already." The spokesman for the group said.
"Not a problem, follow me." The group went to the ticket booth. "Give these gentlemen their money back for two days each. You saw the show for nothing, so please leave. These gentlemen will escort you to your vehicle." The security chief said as he pointed to the three huge men beside him.
The group of men were happy they got to see a naked lady for nothing, but they know they saw her last night at the diner they frequented.
"One challenge averted now to misdirect the deacon." Mike thought as he looked around for him. He found the deacon leaning right up against the rail as he ogled Betsy's naked charms when the turntable came around. Mike walked up to him; his wife saw this from her peripheral vision. "John what do you think of the naked lady?"
"She is beautiful, she looks familiar."
"John, could it be that she looks something like your wife Mildred."
"Well, the body type is the same, but her hair coloring is different, and she went to her sister's house. That's why I came here she would be very angry with me if she knew I was here."
"Yes, especially if that was your wife up on stage. Are you sure she is at her sister's house?" Mike wanted to cast doubt as to Mildred's Whereabouts.
"Well, I guess she is there and besides Mildred would never think of being nude and spread in public. I think the nude woman recognizes me. My wife has lighter hair." John stated with uncertainty.
"That's easy she could just dye her hair. Check when your wife gets home." Mike stated as another attempt to cast doubt.
"She would never do something like this, heck she seldom lets me see her naked body she is so shy." John said as a way to affirm the model is not his wife.
"For the rest of the day John followed Betsy around and struck up a conversation with her whenever he could. "Her voice is very familiar. I know that woman." John was sure.
Thankfully the show came to an end the Deacon didn't positively identify Betsy. Mike was exhausted as he tried to misdirect the Deacon throughout the show. Betsy has become concerned the Deacon recognized her. Betsy was thankful her husband saw the group of young men they met at the diner and security wouldn't let them in.
"There were twice as many patrons of the arts here today as yesterday." The exhausted model thought as she went into the dressing room. Sat on the makeup couch and rested her feet on the stirrups.
Mike walked the Deacon out of the building and headed around back to the courtyard. He stopped at the car, retrieved his wife's discarded garment, and came into the dressing room through the courtyard door. "I made sure John left I didn't want him to see me go into the dressing room."
"Good thinking Mike." Betsy said.
The room was full of the people that knew who the model was. Mike walked around in front of his wife to find her with her pussy fully exposed as she conversed with the group present. Mindless of her total exposure.
Her husband took a few minutes to take in the naked beauty of his wife. "She looks so comfortable nude. My fantasy has become a reality!" He thought. "I see you're in comfortable position, Betsy." Mike laughed.
"Yes, I'm not showing anything to anyone here they hasn't seen before. Oh, Vance can you remove the lip gloss from my nipples and lady lips please. That was a chore last night that Mike enjoyed too much, and I am too exhausted for a repeat of last night." The naked model stated with a smile.
Everyone watched as Vance removed the lip gloss from Betsy's breasts. "Vance took more time than needed." Mike thought.
Vance then went between Betsy's legs she spread herself open further to give the Makeup artist access to her pussy. He took one lip at a time and spread the cream on her lady lip. He let it set for a while. Vance's fingers were in the nude model's pussy. "You're a fantastic model you did a great job today, Betsy. You looked cool and collected as you laid on the posing couch, totally exposed for the viewing please of the patrons. You were exposed but in an innocent way." He stated as he held the woman's pussy lip.
