After I modelled for my Grandad I stopped modelling, anyway I didn't think of it as that. I always had an interest in art, music and performance but my life changed a bit after that experience. My life went from being the young sexually liberated girl I was at that time, to what it all slowly changed into. I became trapped in the mindset of being a "good girl" which led to years of convention and repression, I simply lost myself or perhaps tried to become someone I truly was not. I married my first husband who was a virgin when we wed. I could never revealed to him the past life of sexual satisfaction I had lived and loved so much. I was far more sexual than my husband, though sex was good with him it was always predictable and always the same. He could make me cum when he licked me and I did enjoy his fucking but it was just all very nice.
I suppose that sameness of our sex life is what led me toward the affair. The affair I had with my boss was the opposite of that. I worked for a man I found very attractive. I believed he was attracted to me as well and he was the opposite, in my mind, of my husband. I flirted and fantasized and the feedback I received from him convinced me to find out just how interested he was. My head, as well as my body were bringing back all that I had enjoyed as that young woman. Taking him to my room, I stripped for him. Please like me I thought, please say something, please just say it's okay, I was fearful he wouldn't want me that first moment. Standing there naked in front of this man I was thinking how stupid I'd been. Oh the relief when he walked toward me and touched me. He undressed and bent me over the bed, I thought the world would end as he took my married pussy, my betrayal mixing with the lust I felt. I thought about the longing for the illicit, the nasty and the naughty.
After so long buried. After that first fuck, at work I would crawl under his desk and suck him while he worked. He would demand me, sending me emails to appear, stripping me and fucking me in his office. Once even at his house with his wife there, not knowing, believing we were preparing some fictitious books. What a whore I am I thought as I was naked in the next room. I revelled in the dirty sexuality of it and felt guilty because I was betraying my husband. There's something very arousing and scary about the first time I took my clothes off for him. Revealing my body bit by bit until I'm standing naked and so overwhelmed with the fear and arousal. I've always ended up naked for my past lovers even in risky situations and I love being undressed as much as stripping but when I strip its 10 times more arousing, especially that first time his eyes are on me devouring, salivating seeing my tits and pussy for the first time, I'm trembling now as I tell you this.
It took a very special man, my second husband, to free me. The first moment I met my current husband when we got to his flat, the place I would live, he undressed me. I watched his face as he pulled my trousers off and then my knickers, watching as he saw my trimmed pussy...wet and so ready for him. I wanted to give him everything. He spread my legs and got real close to my open cunt before smelling and tasting me. After making me cum, I was so turned on it was quick, he came up over me and with my legs open and back he fucked me. The feeling of a man on me, his weight holding me, his cock deep in me, the sense of powerlessness, of surrender, his cock opening me ploughing deeper and deeper, fuck, I was lost, so completely lost.
Soon after that first time together he took me to a beach not far from home. It wasn't an official nude beach so nudist and textiles were there. He undressed me in front of a group of men, all naked, making sure they all saw me standing there. Then he told me to feel myself. I was scared. First time in public and in front of others I rubbed my tits and clit showing everyone, I felt so vulnerable yet so powerful. The sense of myself, my freedom to explore all those desires. So it's a heady mixture of fear, guilt, a deep slutty sexual power, pure arousal, submission, I get that little girl feeling, nervous energy all rolled into one with the aroused naughty little girl slut triumphing. I found out that 90% of the men watching were Gay or firmly Bi so it all became less sexual as the time went on. I used to enjoy the textile walkers who would come through the beach area. Making sure they could get a good look.
My husband encouraged me from the beginning to be open with my desires. It was with him that I first masturbated openly, I'd never let anyone see that before. He encouraged me to do this anytime I felt like it. We will often have full sex after or not, just enjoying each other's arousal.
We were living in Europe then and he suggested I model for art classes and here I first got naked for various groups including High School art students. They were very interested in my body. Mainly boys but some girls too. The male art teacher who enjoyed showing the students the intimate parts of my body. I felt kind of disembodied like he was describing someone else. He would move my legs and show me off to them all the time talking "art stuff" shade and texture. Making my nipples hard so they could see how different they looked. I know that most of the class were turned on and I never realized how focused they were on my, by now fully aroused pussy, my labia open and red and ready for sex. I loved watching as they focused on me. It's quite demanding holding poses that long but I got to move around a few times standing and stretching.
I also got to go and see what the students had painted or drawn, I liked seeing them squirm as I stood next to them naked and looked at myself on their sketch pads or canvases. One boy, who I got to know quite well, had drawn my vagina, just my vagina nothing else just my gaping, swollen pussy. I stood next to him naked and leaned over him my tits against him, studying the picture. I was thinking ...he's drawn my cunt...that's all just my cunt...he's so cute...look at him blush when I lean over him and press my breasts against him or lightly move my nipples on his arm, are you horny. I knew he was horny as I could see his hard cock tenting his trousers. I would see more of him later.
Also there was a girl, who could easily have modelled here. She was very beautiful. Her abstract art was surprising given the art teacher's calls for detail. She had been showing me her knickers all morning and now I had a chance to make contact, all the time thinking she's cute showing me her knickers and her...so sexy swinging her legs open she's good...just like me...bet she'd model well. I'd love to see her naked and on my face. I again lean over and this time rest my hand right on her thigh, high up my fingers curling onto her pussy and we look at each other God I could kiss her. Oh you and me after girl I growl.
