This installment of the story is both fact and fiction. I will leave it to the reader to determine the actual event from fantasy.
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Fall closed in on New England the days were shorter. With the fall season brings boredom. Becky just arrived home from work. She was an assistant in the schools our children attended.
The phone rang. Becky picked it up. "Hello." She answered.
"Is this Becky?" The somewhat familiar voice asked.
"Why!" She questioned out of caution.
"This is Paul. You modeled for me a few weeks ago." He stated as he recognized her voice.
"Oh, hi Paul. Did you get the photos developed and you want my address to send them to me?" Becky asked anxious to see her photos from the last photo shoot.
"Well yes, I have them developed, they came out fantastic, That is why I am calling you. I could send the photos to you if you want, but If you want to model for me again, you could pick them up here in Chicopee." Paul stated hopefully. Surprised she was eager to see her photos.
"You want me to model for you again?" She questioned astonished; Becky totally forgot her promise to me, she will not model again, as she was angry with me, because I told our niece about her adventures as a model. She had to elaborate on them when our niece questioned Becky about her adventures. This caused my wife great embarrassment to have our niece know her conservative Aunt Becky was a nude model.
"Yes, you did a great job a few weeks ago, so I would like you to model in a vintage French theme room. At the same motel."
"Really, how much do you want to pay for the session." Becky asked, she wasn't concerned about the type poses she will be required to assume, only the monetary benefit from the session.
"Well, I can pay more, but there will be another five men that will be there also, to be props and take turns capturing photos of the session." Paul explained, as his voice cracked because he was not entirely truthful with Becky.
"I won't have sex with anyone, and my husband wouldn't allow it anyway." She explained emphatically.
The first part of her statement was true, but the second part about me was somewhat untrue. Becky knew that I would let her have sex with someone if she wanted to, as long as I could watch. I am a voyeur when it comes to my wife. I love to see my wife naked, exposed, and touched by other men!
"You asked about the payment for the session. It will probably last for a few hours. I would like to have the session on a Saturday. We each will pay you fifty dollars. So that is three hundred dollars for a three-hour session."
"Wow, Three hundred dollars for three hours! I will talk to my husband to make sure he has no problem with the photo shoot, and you want to do this Saturday?"
"It is Tuesday now let me know by Thursday if you decide to do the shoot. Yes, that is right I want to do the shoot on Saturday." Paul said as he didn't want Becky to have time to think about the session and cancel it. "Could you find some vintage clothes to wear for the shoot turn of the century clothing preferably?" Paul asked.
"Yes, I know a shop in town that has turn of the turn of the century garments to rent, but you will have to pay for the rental." Becky explained to Paul.
"You get your husband to approve of your session and I will happily pay for the rental of your garments." Paul stated enthusiastically. "You have a good day Becky let me know by Thursday morning if you can model."
"Okay I will, thanks for calling me." Becky stated exuberantly, and they hung up.
Becky started dinner just as the kids came home. They changed and went back outside. Tom arrived home a little after four PM.
"How was your day dear." Becky asked too nicely.
"Same old, same old. We can never do enough work to satisfy the owner of the company." Tom lamented.
"How was your day?" Tom asked.
"It was great the kids in the class were well behaved for a change and I received a call from Paul the photographer from Chicopee he wants to do another photo shoot. A vintage one I need to rent some vintage clothes for, and he will pay the rental fee."
"When and how much does he want to pay." I asked excited now at the prospect that I will see my wife nude in front of Paul again. "I won't mention her decree that she will not model again because of my mistake of telling our niece about our adventures." I thought.
"Saturday and he will pay three hundred dollars for about three hours." Becky stated, and then explained the rest of the story.
"Go for it if you want to Becky." I stated gleefully as I will see my wife nude in front of six men instead of one at a time. "A fantasy in the making!" I thought.
The subject was dropped when the kids entered the house for dinner. They know when they see Dad's truck in the driveway. They need to get home as our family always has dinner together. To catch up on each others day, which was discussed while we ate. All helped clean up after dinner, and then went our separate ways with the kid's homework their first priority.
Becky called Paul the next morning Wednesday. "I can model for you what time do you want us there?" Becky asked.
"Can you get here for nine?" Paul inquired.
"Sure, that would be doable." Becky stated, and then she thought happily. "I will have my money to spend at the mall after the shoot. Tom receives pleasure from me being nude in front of the group, and I receive pleasure from shopping, Win, win!" She thought.
Thursday after work Becky went to the costume rental store and found one outfit from turn of the century included were the undergarments. She put them on her credit card and brought them home to wash.
The outfit Becky picked for her photo shoot was a red knee length skirt with red top, a white bonnet, white gloves and white shoes . It was a nineteen twenties ensemble. She brought it home and tried it on. Becky looked in the mirror with satisfaction. The outfit looked great on her. She tried on the undergarments also, although she didn't like the style. Becky was pleasantly surprised how the intimate garment revealed her body. She looked nude with the garments on, as her breasts and pubic hair were prominently revealed.
Becky washed all the undergarments and had the red suit dry cleaned without my knowledge. I was blissfully unaware of my wife's vintage attire.
Becky called our niece to see if she could come over to stay with our children and to let her know she could use my wife's car on Saturday. The kids loved it also when Lesley came over. Lesley cheerfully agreed to come over. She was excited to have a car to drive for the day. We will have a day off as parents and the kids will have a day off from parental supervision, with their cousin who will gladly be their chauffeur.
Linsey stayed over on Friday night because we will have to leave at seven to get to Chicopee on time. I gave our kids forty dollars each, Becky filled the car with gas, and I gave Lesley sixty dollars.
Saturday morning my wife took a shower, donned a light blue dress which buttoned down the front, minus underwear.
"Didn't you forget something?" I teased my wife when I saw her don the dress without undergarments.
"No, I didn't! I don't want to have any ugly lines on my body from tight underwear that would show in the photos." Becky stated in frustration that I said anything even in jest. "Besides I thought you liked easy access to my charms." She elaborated sexily as she lifted her dress to flash her mound.
The kids stayed up late, so we were off before they awoke. My wife had a small case with her outfit in it that she refused to show me. My wife teased me all the way to Little George's, she showed her beaver, but I couldn't touch as we conversed on the drive east.
"I don't want to have my excitement running down between my legs when I meet the group." Becky stated as a reason for the look but no touch policy she enforced on the hour drive. "She continued. "I suppose you want me to be exposed as much as I can during the shoot?" She asked.
"Yes, I would like that, but it is up to you. Just do as the photographers ask." I stated in hopes they will ask my wife to spread her legs for them to photograph her intimate being. "I don't like to see you upset when you model though. It makes me feel guilty when you say you do the modeling for me." I continued.
"Well primarily I model for your enjoyment. When I am spread out in front of someone I just met. I think, what will my mother and father say, if they saw me in this exposed position." Becky stated with emotion.
"I never thought of that!" I stated guiltily, and by this time we pulled into Little George's, so thankfully that conversation ended.
I went around the truck to open the door for my wife. As hard as she tried, she could not exit the vehicle without a pussy show. My wife continued her show in the diner, she showed a few of the men there the goods as she got into the booth and out of it. I finally understood what a tremendous effort it was for my wife to model nude for my enjoyment, but I think she enjoyed the exposure a little also. I think she wanted to have someone to blame because she enjoyed the exposure also. I am a big boy I can do that for her!
We arrived at eight forty-five at the Chicopee motel. There were five men assembled outside in front of a suite called French nineteen twenties MedFed Suite, when we arrived.
When I saw the room title, I knew what it meant, but my wife was blissfully unaware of what she signed up for.
"Are you Becky?" A man about fifty asked my wife.
"Yes, I am." She stated, as the other guys who ranged in age from twenty to sixty turned to look at my wife with excitement.
"You're the model for the nineteen twenties Medical Fetish photo shoot today." The man stated. "I'm Roger nice to meet you, Becky."
"Hi Roger, I'm Tom her husband." I stated as I shook his hand.
