It has been a few years presently, we attended the nudist camp whenever we could, and my modest wife has succumbed to the enjoyment of the camp. The freedom she felt was evident in her happier disposition after we came home from the camp. Becky also liked the attention she received from the males at the camp. She reluctantly modeled nude at first for an art group I was part of. She has since become accustomed to be the only nude female in a group of male artists.
We were close to forty when the next chapter of our life started with an ad for a female model. The advertiser would pay twenty-five dollars an hour for the model. This was at the time the internet was not prevalent in our lives.
I just arrived home from work, my wife came over and gave me a kiss with a paper in her hand. "I was looking through the paper you brought home and there is an ad for a female model. They will pay twenty-five dollars an hour. What do you think, should I call and find out about it?"
"It is up to you, but make sure they know I will be with you, that is all I ask."
"Will you pay our niece to stay with the kids?" She asked, they are older but still need some supervision.
"Yes, I will. You know they may be looking for a nude model." I explained.
I will call to see what they are looking for." Becky stated and the subject was dropped when the kids came within earshot of our conversation.
The next day when I arrived home from work. My wife greeted me with a kiss and a smile. "Bruce wants to meet me." She stated excitedly.
"OOOOkay, and who is Bruce?" I asked inquisitively.
"He is the photographer who posted the ad for a model. Bruce said I was just who he was looking for as a model." Becky gave as an explanation with pride.
"Okay, does he know I will be with you? Where is he located?" I asked.
"He lives in Springfield area. I set up a meeting for Saturday afternoon and after that we can go to the Holyoke Mall." Becky announced pleased with herself.
"Did you ask him what type of modeling you will be doing? Did he ask you to bring any clothing with you?" I asked my wife.
"He said he wants to meet me first and then he will explain the type of poses he would like." Becky explained.
The kids came in the house and the subject was dropped. My wife arranged for our niece to come over to stay with our kids on Saturday. I picked up Linsey at ten thirty, and we left at Eleven, so we could get to her appointment for twelve thirty. I knew the area as I did a lot of work in Springfield.
We arrived at an upper middle-class neighborhood fifteen minutes before the appointment and parked in the driveway. We went to the door and was greeted by a man in his late fifties or early sixties. He was not fat or tall. The man was five-foot- six and about one hundred and fifty pounds with gray hair and glasses.
"Hi, you must be Becky and Tom, come in. I'm Bruce." He said with a big smile on his face as he shook our hands.
"Yes, that is us." I said, as we walked into the front hall and to the right to find a woman in the living room.
"Becky and Tom this is my wife Rosa." Bruce said as a way of introduction.
"Nice to meet you." We both said, but my wife became visibly uneasy when she met Bruce's wife.
"My dear, you look nervous, don't be. I condone my husband's hobby. I do the make up for the models. Besides we wanted to have your husband come with you. That is a good sign also." Rosa said to calm my wife.
We sat on a couch across from the couple. "The type of poses is up to you. I would like to have you model nude, but if you want to model in swimsuits or lingerie, I have no objection." Bruce explained.
"Will the model fee be the same if I don't model nude?" My wife asked concerned about the fee only.
"No, the twenty-five dollars an hour is for nude figure studies. The swimsuits and lingerie photo shoot are ten dollars an hour." Bruce stated.
"Tom what do you think I should do?" Becky asked me.
"You know the type of modeling I like to see you do." I stated.
"Do you think I have the figure to model nude?" Becky asked in an inquisitive tone.
"There is only one way to find out if we could use you as a nude model. If you are certain you want to pose for figure studies, you will need to remove your clothes, so I can verify that you have a figure that the camera will do justice to?" Bruce stated as a matter of fact, without embarrassment or anticipation.
"Right here!" My wife asked in surprise.
"Well, if you're going to model nude the camera can tell when you're stressed or embarrassed, so in order to be a good figure model you have to show contentment with your body, with no modesty issues." Bruce stated with absurdity, but with authority.
I didn't say anything about Bruce's last comment because I wanted to see my wife nude in front of the couple. Bruce wanted to get my wife's pants off and see the goods, as it turned out Rosa wanted to see my wife nude also. I found out before the interview was complete.
"Okay I can see your point." Becky said and stood up hesitantly to remove her blouse, she handed it to me, I folded it and put it next to me. She kicked off her shoes toward me, and I put them near the couch. Becky unhooked and unzipped her slacks, she sat down, I pulled them off her, folded them and put them with her top.
"Stop, stand up and walk around for me please." Bruce asked when my wife was down to her bra and panties.
Becky did as Bruce directed her, she walked around the room, turned, and walked back.
"Very nice figure Becky." Rosa stated and Bruce agreed.
"Can you remove your bra now please, as so far you are just the type of model I am looking for." Bruce stated with excitement.
"Probably because he convinced my wife to strip in his living room." I thought as I watched with pride my wife prance around the room almost nude.
Becky came over to me. "Can you unhook my bra for me." She asked so I would buy into her exposure. I did the two-finger snap, and the bra was unhooked. Practice makes perfect!
My wife slid the bra off and handed it to me, she rubbed her breasts unconsciously as she turned to face the couple and then put her hands to her side.
