I received comments about part two of my story, some loved the story, others stated it sounded like a police report. In the early nineteen eighties the laws were somewhat different than they are presently. The actions depicted in the story are with consenting adults. My wife modeled for a fee any extra compensation was considered TIPS for an excellent job as a model. On this occasion to my surprise, she let Harvey go further than we did with anyone before. Now to continue with the story.
After my wife modeled for Harvey her adventures as a model tapered off until fall. Becky would occasionally look through the want ads in the Advocate and sometimes she would call to see what type of model the photographer needed. It was not until October when my wife found an ad that intrigued her.
"Model needed for theme room, motel photoshoot."
My wife called the phone number given, and the Saturday that followed we were on our way to Springfield to meet the photographer whose name was Paul. By this time our kids were old enough to stay by themselves for the day with some supervision from our sister-in law.
We met Paul at a bar and grille on Riverdale Street in West Springfield. My wife was taken in by his good looks, He was about five years younger than my wife. Paul explained about the Theme Rooms at the motel. He wanted to take photos in the tropical island room. Paul wanted my wife to bring a bathing suit, cover up, and clogs with her if she wanted to model for him.
"I definitely want nude photos of you. Will that be a problem?" Paul asked.
"I don't have a problem with posing nude." My wife said.
"As long as Becky is comfortable modeling nude for you, I am okay with it as long as I am in the room with my wife." I added gleefully.
His only issue was I will be with her when she models, but when he realized that was a deal breaker if he insisted, I not attend he reluctantly agreed. My wife negotiated a payment of one hundred and thirty-five dollars for the session. The shoot was to be the Friday night that followed.
When our niece found out our son and daughter will be home alone, she volunteered to drive them to the mall if she could use my wife's car for that purpose. My wife agreed.
I arrived home from work Friday to find our children and niece were already gone. My wife had her beach bag packed and we left for Chicopee after I showered.
Becky was dressed in a blue button front dress, Sandals with bra and panties. We stopped in Springfield at Kenny Rogers for dinner and then off to Chicopee. We found the Motel by six thirty and waited for Paul. He arrived at Seven with a key to the Tropical Island Suite.
I opened the door to my pickup for my wife and the comment I received was. "The only time you open the door for me is when I am a model." She stated with remorse.
As a side note I want all my readers to know I almost always open the door for my wife anywhere we go. Especially when she wears a dress as there is no way she can exit our pick-up modestly! Oh, and that was another reason I would rather take our truck than the car. I told her it was for more visibility on the road, but really the visibility I like was when she exits the vehicle! Now back to the story.
Paul opened the door to the suite, if you didn't know better you would have thought you were in Aruba. Palm trees, and a mural of the ocean on the wall above the bed. There were tropical colors throughout the room and the bathroom looked like you were outside. The walls were painted to have vegetation on all the walls in the whole room, shower included.
I brought my wife's beach bag in and helped Paul with his photography equipment which included two cameras, tripod, and three lights. I helped Paul set up the lights, while my wife sat on the bed and watched. Boy did she look sexy the way she sat on the bed with a lot of leg on show. I could almost see to heaven's gate!
At the time of this photo shoot, the cameras were thirty-five-millimeter with a thirty-five-shot film that had to be developed my someone. We had Paul sign an agreement that the photos were for his use only and the name of the photo processing facility before we started.
"I would like to start with photos of you on the bed in that outfit." Paul instructed Becky.
He took a few shots of her on the bed in her sexy pose. "Roll around on the bed." Paul directed her.
This caused her dress to rise so her panties were on show.
After he finished a roll of film, he asked my wife. "Would you be willing to strip in front of me as I take photos of you while you don your bathing suit?"
"Sure, I can do that." She said and continued. "Tom, can you get my suit in the bag for me?" She asked me.
"Of course!" I said gleefully as I secured her garment for her and gave it to her. "I will see her naked in front of Paul." I thought happily.
Paul reloaded his camera and said. "I think you should go into the bathroom for this part of the shoot as I like the backdrop. Tom, can you bring a light and set it against the wall out of view to get more light in the room."
Becky proceeded to the room and stood in the shower area as I set up the light as directed by Paul. I stayed in the room out of camera range and watched with anticipation.
"Start with your back to us as if you're alone in the room and then turn toward me after you bring your panties to your feet and pick them up." Paul directed as my wife preceded to remove her clothes per his instructions.
When she removed her dress, Becky tossed it to me. She brought the straps to her bra down her arms and off. Becky turned her bra around and removed the garment with her back still to the photographer. She tossed the bra to me and this gave the photographer the first view of one breast. Becky pushed her panties down to her knees and let them float to the floor. She stepped out of the intimate garment as Paul snapped photos of her backside. When she stepped out of her panties, he received the first glimpse of her lady lips and brown star.
"Tom hand Becky her suit. Becky, I want you to step into your suit with your back to us and then turn around so I can get a shot of your breasts." Paul instructed.
Becky had a one-piece suit, but it was very sexy with a zipper in the front that she could unzip to her navel, the back plunged to her waist and it was cut high on the side of her legs. The suit was a dark color and showed her fair complexion off famously.
With her suit in hand Becky turned her back to Paul and made a show as she stepped into one leg of her suit. Her manhole was on view as she pulled the suit up one leg and then put her foot through the other leg. She brought the suit up to her waist and turned so Paul the photographer could get a shot of her breasts as they bobbed while she pulled the straps of her suit over her arms. It was a beautiful sight!
"That was magnificent Becky you are a great model." Paul stated then paused. "You have a very photogenic form that I would like to take some figure studies of with your permission." Paul stated in a very complimentary voice to my wife.
My wife looked at me for my approval. I nodded my head in the affirmative with a big smile on my face.
"Yes, I can model for figure studies." My wife said as she stripped out of her bathing suit.
"Stand by the mural on the wall to start with. Move around as I photograph you." Paul stated as he took photos of my wife.
I manned the lights per Paul's direction for the next fifteen minutes and about three rolls of film. My wife moved around, she showed her backside to the camera, bent over to touch the floor, as she turned toward the camera, jumped up to have her breasts bounce per Paul's instructions and ran her hands through her hair on her head as instructed by the photographer.
