Readers wonder if Mark is a cuck, while Sharon gets all the sex. But, relocated to the capital, he has some fun of his own.
Sharon felt worried about what she had done this evening. The party had started out so well, and then she let herself be carried away by her sex drive. Now she could only hope that no-one else had seen what she and Manuel did in the dark alcove. Especially her husband, Mark.
But what could he say about it if he found out? After all, he had spent a long time in the library with the Ullmans' adult daughter. Who knows what they might have been doing during that time? Judging by the way Claudia was looking at Mark over dinner, he had some explaining to do.
Life was supposed to be so much easier and uncomplicated with the family's move to the capital. But it didn't seem to be working out that way tonight. Now there were other people eager to claim the affections of both handsome Mark and his erotic model wife.
"Sharon, he's coming!" her photographer friend Gwen hissed urgently as she stepped into the shadowy little alcove off the main hallway.
The model quickly released her grip on Manuel's hard cock and busied herself repackaging her lovely tits, then buttoning up her see-through blouse. Gwen stood in front of Sharon to shield her in case she wasn't finished straightening up yet. Manuel was able to stuff his equipment away just before the other couple arrived.
Caught! Now what to do?
Sharon believed that the best defense is a good offense, so she quickly took the initiative.
"Mark, where have you been? We were about to come looking for you. Oh, I see you're still with Claudia. Did you two find something interesting to talk about all this time?"
"Uh... she was showing me some of her parents' art collection in the library, weren't you Claudia. I was especially looking for some framed prints of you Sharon, and I found them hanging there."
Sharon looked at Mark and Claudia more closely as he spoke. She could see some discomfort there, and it looked as though the beautiful young woman's lipstick had been hastily re-applied. Mark's hair seemed a bit tousled too, as if someone's fingers had been running through it.
"Did you find anything else there that you liked, Mark?" Sharon asked accusingly to test her husband.
She noticed that he glanced nervously at Claudia, who looked up at him and put her arm around his waist. Sharon thought she saw panic in his eyes as he stepped sideways away from Ms. Ullman.
"No, just the art. There were two prints of yours. One taken outdoors in a field of daisies, the other with your body reflected in some mirrors. Pretty erotic, that one," he stammered.
Finally, Claudia spoke up, going on offense herself.
"Hi Manuel. I almost didn't see you back there. It's so dark in the alcove. Were you helping Sharon find something she lost?"
"Ahh.... No, Claudia," he managed. "It was so noisy in the main room that we wanted someplace quieter to talk without shouting over everyone else."
"It must have been a very personal conversation. By the way, Manuel, part of your shirt tail is out of your pants. I thought you might like to know that before you joined the rest of us in the main room."
Then it dawned on Sharon that Mark had never been introduced to Manuel. That seemed like a good way to take the heat off her friend.
"Mark, this is Manuel, Tom and Gwen's friend. He sometimes models for them too." Then, turning to her husband, Sharon said, "This is Mark, my husband."
The two men nodded to one another, Mark checking both Manuel and Sharon for signs of suspicious activity here in the shadows. He did notice that Sharon was a bit flushed, and that her lipstick was not as perfect as usual. In fact, Manuel's lips looked a little reddish, the same colour Sharon was wearing tonight.
"Let's go join the rest of the guests," Claudia suggested, more confident now that Sharon wouldn't find out about her time with Mark in the library.
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Sharon was a very attractive mid-thirties, buxom blonde erotic model. That introduction might conjure up the mental image of a clueless broad, but Sharon was quite intelligent. She was also a good mom to her two early-school-years children, and a loyal wife during her twelve years of marriage. However, that loyalty had been increasingly challenged during the past year since she found erotic photography.
It began when Sharon posed for glamour photos as a surprise birthday present for husband Mark. The experience was so exciting that she began to work for Joannie at the photo studio in exchange for bi-weekly erotic photo sessions. The work and the photography had led to a string of adventures unlike anything in her life before. Along the way, Sharon discovered her latent exhibitionism and bisexuality.
Recently the family had moved to the capital after rumour spread that she and Mark were having threesomes with Sharon's bi lover, Liana. It was fact, and it drove them to the much larger city where they could live more anonymously. About the same time, Sharon had been 'discovered' by a professional erotic photographer couple who were launching her into a high-level career in the industry.
Barry and Ursula Ullman were hosting a glittering dinner party at their luxury penthouse home. They were influential art dealers, actively working with Sharon's photographers to give her regional and international exposure. Everyone important in the erotic arts scene was there to be seen, and to 'rub elbows'.
Sharon and Mark were invited of course, and Sharon decided to dress so that she would draw the attention of other dealers who might decide to market her framed erotic prints.
She chose a tight black skirt and a very sheer, silky white blouse, unbuttoned to show a deep cleavage and a heavy golden necklace which settled between her tits. They were displayed prominently in a white bustier with half cups cut just above the nipples. A tiny white thong and garter belt, black stockings and big satin heels completed the look. With that curly mane of blonde hair she definitely would be noticed!
Mark looked his rugged best in black trousers and a white open-necked shirt, complemented by his signature battered brown leather jacket. His solid build and chiseled features had always attracted the opposite sex. Sharon knew that there would be women at the party who would like to take her place in his heart- and his bed. It turned out that there was one.
Midway through the party, Mark and Claudia visited in the library, while Sharon and Manuel chose the alcove. What was going on before the two pairs encountered one another? Was there reason for concern?
Blame hostess Ursula Ullman for the name cards at each person's table setting. Mark and Sharon sat next to each other, but could easily make social conversation with the attractive person to their outside.
"Mark, I'm so glad that you came to my parents' party," Claudia Ullman enthused. "I knew that your wife was a model. Mom and Dad mentioned her when they talked business, but I had no idea she was married... and to such an interesting man."
Claudia had a place next to Mark. She was an lovely brunette in her early twenties, a long-time student at the best international schools for Fine Arts and Music. She happened to be home for an extended visit at the time of the party. Claudia wore a short, sexy dress which showed plenty of cleavage. Mark noticed.
Manuel sat on Sharon's side away from her husband. They already knew each other very well, having been together in a very hot photo audition in which they simulated sex. Manuel had not forgotten how close he was to having his cock inside this beautiful blonde, and he hoped that the opportunity to take things farther might arise someday.
"Sharon, it's great to be with you again. You look gorgeous tonight!" Manuel enthused. "I knew from the time of your erotic audition with me that you would be successful in this business. Now look at you. Your photos aresold internationally and you're a star!"
Manuel was an interesting character, a part-time model, a friend and occasional bi lover with Tom, Sharon's photographer. He liked to cook and had some sort of side-hustle going to help pay the bills. A muscular Latino with curly black hair, Manuel was a good-looking guy with a ready smile and a quick laugh.
Plenty of wine and food was served as the guests chatted and laughed. Claudia and Manuel were both scheming to find ways to get their neighbour away from his or her spouse for some more private time together. As the dessert course was being cleared away, Claudia struck first.
"Mark let's take our coffee into the library off the side hall. I'm sure that some of your wife's framed photographs are hanging there. I'll bet that you've never even seen them before, have you?"
"I haven't. It would be quieter there to talk and I'd like to see the pictures. I hear about her work, but I don't see much of it."
After the coffee was poured, Mark excused himself, telling Sharon that he and Claudia would be going to look at some of her photos in the Ullman's gallery. She smiled and nodded as they left. Then she turned to Manuel and he leaned close.
"Sharon, we should find someplace quiet. There's something that I'd like to talk to you about privately. They'll be gone for a while if they're looking at pictures. The Ullmans have hundreds of them in there, practically from floor to ceiling."
A few minutes later they left the table and headed in the opposite direction, toward the front entry hall.
Mark and Claudia entered the library by way of double doors. As he began to search the walls for Sharon's images, the young woman hung back enough to turn both door handles down, into the locked position. She didn't want any interruptions for the next half hour or so. Then she joined Mark, moving in very close, putting her arm around his waist. He liked her attention.
"There she is," Mark pointed to his naked wife, surrounded by wildflowers. "Daisies. That's how she chose her professional name, 'Daisy'. They're her favourite flowers."
"Lovely lady. Tell me, doesn't it make you a little nervous or maybe jealous, other people seeing your wife naked?"
"Yes, I sometimes have to fight with that. I admit it, Claudia."
"But you're such a gorgeous man yourself, Mark. Does anybody ever tell you that?"
"You, just now, and my wife sometimes."
"You really are, Mark," and she tightened her arm around him, looking up into his eyes. "Come sit with me on the sofa. We can admire the pictures from there."
Claudia pulled him down into the short couch, and curled up against him. There was no mistaking her intentions now, especially when she put one hand on his shoulder and the other on his upper thigh. She leaned in very close, offering puckered pink lips.
"I like you, Mark. I hope you like me?"
"Definitely, Claudia. But what if someone walks in and..."
"I locked the doors. Kiss me, Mark."
A tentative kiss became another and another, until her tongue was deep in his mouth. Meanwhile, Claudia had moved her hand up over his swelling cock, and was squeezing it. She held his head with the other hand, running her painted fingernails through his hair. He quickly opened the front of her dress and began to fondle her tits. She sighed into his mouth with pleasure.
