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Early Thursday morning Betsy had nightmares: Betsy was in school, the Administrator made her teach her twelfth grade class in the nude. There was another segment: Betsy was in church, the Deacon came to her, and informed her she will sit on the altar, legs spread, singing hymns while nude. The terror-stricken woman had a final segment and it troubled her the most: She was sitting on a dais with her legs spread, each of her son's took turns positioning her pussy lips, so her son's friends could take photos of her box.
The nightmares turned into a pleasant dream as Betsy felt her pussy being messaged by a small pecker, her clit was on fire with the ministrations from a finger, and something which entered her back door. She awoke to the services of her husband as he orally made love to his wife's tasty box. The small pecker was her husband's tongue as he inserted it as far as he could in her pussy.
She wrapped her legs around her husband's head as she came. AAAAAHHHHH TTTTTTHHHHAAAATTT FFFFFFFEEEEEEEEELLLLLLSSSS SSSSOOOO GGGGOOOOODDD!
She went comatose for a few minutes from the pleasure she received from her husband's oral attention on her pussy.
Mike was nude, he laid on top of his wife, rested his weight on his knees and arms. He gave his wife a sloppy French kiss with a lot of tongue. The taste of her pussy on his lips.
Betsy accepted his tongue and licked his lips with passion. "My pussy tastes good!" She thought in surprise.
She reached between their bodies and aimed Mike's woman pleaser at her manhole. Mike pushed forward and was buried balls deep in one thrust. Her pussy dripped her arousal ready to be impaled by his hard cock. Mike laid balls deep in his wife's pussy without any movement, as they wanted to savor the moment of penetration.
The dance of love started off slowly, lovingly, and as the need to complete the act became more urgent, they pounded into each other, until the volcanic release of their passion ensued. "Oh, my it felt like the top of my head just blew off!" They recounted their sexual coupling breathlessly in unison.
The couple arose, took a shower together, remained nude and prepared breakfast. Mike donned shorts and a tee to work outside after he helped Betsy clean up after their first meal of the day. He continued with the yard work he started yesterday, as Betsy relaxed to recharge her batteries for her coming exposure.
Meanwhile:
This morning John called his wife to tell her he was leaving. It was nine AM.
"Hi Mildred, I will be there in a few hours." John said when his wife answered the phone.
The night before John went through many scenarios but hasn't decided what he will say to his wife on the drive home.
He left after he talked to his wife, for the three-hour trip to Worcester.
John continued to run many scenarios through his mind as he drove. It is an hour and a half to two hours from Worcester to Northampton. So, all toll he had three hours to figure out how to plead his case and an hour and a half for he and his wife come a compromise they could both live with. "Can I do it?" he thought.
The bright spot of this whole negotiation: it will be done in the car on the way home, which is the best way to do something like this for a couple.
John arrived at his sisters-in-law house. Knocked on the door and was greeted by Mildred who flew into his arms, gave him a hug and sloppy wet kiss on his mouth. "I missed you, John." The fifty-four-year-old woman admitted. She had on a striking button front sundress that came to her knees, and the bodice covered her shoulders. He could see her bra strap and the outline of her panties at her waist.
He was surprised at her energetic greeting when she opened the door. "It was a lonely few days' home alone for me too. I missed you very much, but we need to discuss things Mildred, on the way home."
"I think you're right John. I realized our relationship has been going off the rails lately, since we have become empty nesters. The only thing I know is I love you very much."
"We need find a way to have fun, now that our kids are more or less on their own. It is our time to have adventures to fondly remember when we get old, and to not have any regrets that we missed an opportunity to have fun."
"I agree, but what do you want to do to have fun, John?"
Mildred glanced over at her husband; his face was red as he stated hesitantly. "I have a few ideas to run by you." He looked at his wife. "Do you trust me Mildred, would you do what I ask, on the way home?" John said as he piloted the Rogue out of the city unto the turnpike headed west.
He entered the Pike and set the SUV on dynamic cruise at sixty-eight miles per hour. He had a moment of indecision as he waited for his wife to answer. "Will I have the nerve to tell her what I want her to do?"
There was a long deafening silence in the car, finally Mildred asked. "What would you want me to do?"
"I want you to- AAAHHH" And he lost his voice for a moment. He then continued. "Remove all your clothes and ride nude until we get off the Pike." John said in a hurried- tense voice. He could not look at his wife.
"John, you want to embarrass me! What if someone sees me? You never paid attention to me, when we were home alone! Now you want me to take off all my clothes in public." Mildred stated angrily and with surprise.
"I don't want to embarrass you my dear. I want to worship your body, the body that bore our children. Your body is a work of art that should be displayed not hidden."
"What! John, you want me to ride nude, so you can worship my body. Where did that come from? You never said anything like that to me before. I thought you didn't like my body!"
"Well Mildred you never really walked around nude, but you are a beautiful woman in my eyes, and I would have loved to see you nude more often."
"Why didn't you say something!"
"I didn't want you to get mad at me."
"Well, I think we have to make up for lost time, John." Excitedly Mildred removed her dress, unhooked her bra, and slid her panties down her legs. It took her less than fifteen seconds to strip nude. She threw her discarded garments in the back seat. She sat with her legs together faced front and her hands in her lap. "Is this better John?"
"Almost my dear. Lean against the passenger door and spread your legs, so I can count the hairs on your mound."
With very little hesitation and a bit of excitement, the once shy woman gladly did as her husband asked. "This better John?" She asked with growing passion and excitement. "I can feel my pussy getting wet." Surprised she used the word 'pussy' instead of vagina in her thought process.
"Oh, you don't know how long I have been waiting to see you like you are now." John answered with excitement and devotion.
"John why didn't you say something. I thought you were so caught up in religion that you would have thought I was a harlot, if I walked around the house nude. Besides we had the kids around most of the time. Add to that, my upbringing didn't help either my mother always told me a woman's body is to be covered, and not exposed unless we are trying to make babies."
There were miles of silence as John took in his wife's naked beauty. Mildred thought what the future will bring, with a smile as she subconsciously ran her fingers through her pubic hair, and covertly rubbed her clit with some guilt associated with her upbringing. John reached out and rubbed Mildred's pussy lips together as he drove. The woman was sopping wet, and the car had the distinct scent of a very excited woman. She gave a contented moan as he rubbed her clit. John was happy with the turn of events.
"We need to have fun from now on John." Mildred stated in a sensual voice that John never heard before, one of need, as she idly played with the hairs on her mound. "What gave you the nerve to broach this subject my dear." She asked lovingly.
"First of all we can't continue to live as we are; it is very stressful worried if either of us is mad at the other all the time." He then continued. " When I dropped you off at your sisters house the other day. I saw an ad on a bulletin board on the Pike, when I stopped for lunch. It described a Female exhibition in Northampton. I went to see it and was surprised the model was completely nude and, in the position, you are in presently. It was beautifully done, and I wished you were the model because you're as beautiful as she was."
"Wow! Is the exhibition still on? Can we go to see it?" Mildred asked with excited curiosity. As an afterthought. "You really think I am beautiful?" She asked with excited disbelief.
"Yes you are beautiful my dear." And he continued. "Sure,I will bring you to the exhibition if you want to see it." John stated with excitement. He went on to explain to his wife. "The exhibition lasts, for four hours a day for today and tomorrow. The Model received five hundred dollars for a fee for her nude performance."
"How do you know all that?" Mildred asked incredulously and with suspicion.
"I can't tell you."
"Why, John!" She was getting angry now.
"Because I said I wouldn't."
"Do we know the model?"
"I can't tell you but see if you can figure out who the model is, when you see her."
Mildred's interest was piqued, she has to go see the exhibition if only to see if she could identify the model. The couple arrived at the Cannabis Club a while after the start of the exhibition, there was a line out the door. Mildred started to put on her bra and panties, before she donned the dress and exited the vehicle.
"Only put on the dress and secure three buttons in the middle of your outfit." John directed and Mildred readily complied with his wishes, to his astonishment.
John paid the fee, and the couple entered the meeting room, it was packed. They circulated toward the dais; the back of the couch was seen by Mildred as they walked closer to the raised platform. "I want to see the model." Mildred stated anxiously, as she tried to move to the other side.
"Stay here Mildred the platform rotates. You will see the model in a few minutes." John explained as they leaned on the rail.
The model came into view, her leg was up on the back of the posing couch, her finger was inserted in her pussy. "John you can see what the woman had for breakfast. She is so exposed." Mildred commented in shock. Then she laid her eyes on the large ring on the nude woman's finger. "That is Betsy Ford." She whispered to her husband.
John didn't say anything he just smiled. The stunned woman looked around and saw Mike Ford by the entrance to the venue. Mildred stayed by the rail, until the platform rotated around again. Betsy's and Mildred's eyes met. Betsy nodded and smiled. Even masked Mildred now knew the naked woman was her church friend Betsy. They had taught Sunday school together for a few years when their children were small. Mildred remembers when she received the ring on her anniversary.
