The photos of my wife taken by Bruce were sent to us, about one hundred, five-inch-by-seven-inch, photos in an album. They were great shots and my wife looked beautiful. She was impressed by the outcome of the photo shoot. It was a month before we received the finished album. In that time, we didn't answer any ads as my wife wanted to wait to see her photos before she consented to continue with her adventures as a model.
For the next three months we went to Springfield and Albany to meet with prospective amateur photographers. Some did not want to pay my wife, others did not what me to attend the session, and then there were the ones I didn't want my wife to model for.
Finally, we found someone who we decided was a likely candidate my wife would model for. His name was Harvey. He was a geeky older man about fifty-five who lived in Springfield. Harvey weighed about one hundred and twenty pounds, going bald, and with glasses. He reluctantly agreed to my presence at the shoot when he realized my wife wouldn't model without me there.
My wife felt sorry for Harvey. He told us he just lost his wife to cancer and was lonely. We met Harvey at a bar and grille in West Springfield. It took him a while to come around to tell us the type of photos he wanted to take. Harvey wanted to take up skirt photos. My wife consented to do the shoot. He told her to bring about a dozen pair of panties with her. She was surprised she thought he would want her to go commando under her dress. Harvey paid for our meal and he told my wife he would pay her forty dollars an hour for the session which he wanted to do at his home in Chicopee.
"That is an hour trip for us to come to Chicopee." My wife told Harvey.
"I will pay you portal to portal then if you want?" Harvey stated happily.
With that decided my wife will make eighty dollars at least for a fee and it was decided on Saturday at ten we will be at his home in Chicopee. My wife called our Niece. She consented to be at our house on Saturday. By this time, she had her license, so we told Linsey she could take our car, she could take our kids to the Berkshire Mall, and go to a movie if they wanted to or they could walk around the mall. Everyone was excited about the weekend to come!
I picked up our niece at eight AM with our car and let her drive me home to see if I will keep my promise to let her use our car. She passed with flying colors, Linsey was an excellent driver, and she was very pleased I would let her use our car. Her father would not let her take his car.
When we arrived at our home my wife came down from the bedroom in a blue dress over a white blouse, and white heels. She was made up to the nines, Becky looked beautiful. I was in jeans and a tee; we were an incongruent couple as our niece put it. We were off at nine after I handed Linsey sixty dollars for the day, along with forty dollars to each of our children.
We arrived at Harvey's home in Chicopee at about ten thirty. We were late, I parked and went to the door, after I opened the door for my wife.
"You are always the gentleman in cases like this Tom." My wife stated as a jab.
Harvey's house was near Westover Air Force base. A KC one thirty-Five took off as we exited the vehicle.
Harvey opened the door before we could knock. "I'm glad you could make it." He said with glee, as he ushered us into the kitchen. "I want to take photos here." He said with excitement as he laid on the floor on his back with his camera on a carpet he placed on the floor for this purpose. "Step over me and stand so I can start to take photos." He stated exuberantly. He didn't give my wife time to take off her coat!
"Let me take your coat Becky." I said as I helped her off with her coat and put it over a chair. The gentleman in me arose again!
Becky did as he asked and stepped over him with a leg on each side of his prone body. She wobbled on her high heels and almost fell on him. He took about ten photos and had to stop. It was a hilarious sight, his glasses were fogged! He slid out from between my wife's legs and cleaned his glasses.
"Can you change into another pair of panties?" Harvey asked.
My wife pulled out the dozen or so panties she brought and asked. "What pair do you want me to put on next?"
"The red pair please." He stated with excitement.
My wife reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down.
"No,no,no, There is a restroom there!" Harvey pointed in the direction of the room. "You don't have to remove your panties in front of me." He stated as he looked at me with a frightened expression.
"I don't mind that my wife changes panties in front of you Harvey we are all friends here." I stated, with a smile.
"Okay thank you Tom, I didn't think you wanted your wife to be exposed in front of me." Harvey said with relief.
