(this is the second part of the story giving details of my wife Jenny's first experiences as a life model. Thanks for the positive comments. Most of this story is actually true....)
Jenny had enjoyed her first experiences as a life model at the local college and it had certainly had a positive effect on our sex life. We would go through the various scenarios that we had enjoyed and re-create the poses in the privacy of our bedroom before having great sex.
The horniest part for me was allowing other men to see her nude and although we were never into swapping or having sex with others (at that time anyway!) it turned me on that she had recognised the son of one of her friends in the class.
I think that these experiences added greatly to our sex life.
This is Jenny's account of the situation;
we had been married for 15 years and had 3 wonderful kids. We'd married young at 21 so we were both quite naive.
As time went on we knew that we needed a spark to light up our sex life again and one night during sex I asked Steve what turned him on.
Eventually he mentioned artist modelling, thinking he would be the model I said,
"hey, no problem go for it!"
I was surprised when he said that he wanted me to do it!
I'd always kept myself fit and trim and worked out. I was naturally slim and comfortable with my body except my small breasts.
But I'd never done anything like that before.
I gave the matter some thought and some of our conversations often turned to role plays prior to sex and they would always involve life modelling scenarios.
After months and months it was apparant that Steve wanted me to do it. I'd thought it was a fantasy but he kept on and on for me to do it.
Eventually I gave in and said yes.
I must add that it was gainst my better judgement and I still thought it was a fantasy that would never happen.
I was too nervous to arrange it myself and so he offered to sort it out. He took the lead by calling our local art college.
Thinking back now this was a stupid thing to do but it never really occured to me that I'd know anyone there and I still didn't think it would happen.
I'd nearly forgotten about it when Steve told me that I had an appoinment the next day with an art tutor at the college.
I nearly killed him and we had tears and tantrums. I did not want to do it but he went on and on and eventually I agreed.
He had a way of making me do things which I didn't want to do. Controlling me pehaps?
That night I didn't sleep and he was very attentive and sheepish after I'd agreed to do it. He wanted me to meet the tutor 'Sean' and contrive a situation so that I could undress in front of him. I said I would see how it went.. actually I had no intention of doing so.
The next day I dressed and put on my make up and found myself at the college art dept at the appointed time.
Sean met me outside the staff room and was very professional and polite.
He led me through to a private room where we could discuss the post.
"please sit down Jenny and tell me about your experience as a life model"
"actually its none!" I replied.
He asked what had made me apply and I said that I need a bit of extra cash. I couldn't tell him that my husband wanted to show me nude to others!
Sean was happy with me and I was comfortable with the set up, it was all very professional.
I was scheduled to pose for a class of 6th form students the next week.
My heart was racing as I left the office. I recognised a couple of students but our kids were much younger and the chances of seeing anyone I knew was slim so I agreed to go ahead with it.
Sean had been charming and the whole thing was sold to me as a professional occupation.
I might even enjoy I thought as I left the college.
That night Steve wanted all the details. He was disapointed that I hadn't faked an oppportunity to undress in front of Sean and made me feel hopeless for not doing so. He made me promise to do so the next week when I started at the college.
I was becoming more and more nervous as the week progressed. The night before the modelling Steve followed me upstairs as I headed for the shower. Somehow he convinced me that life models were usually shaven. He told me in such a way that I ended up agreeing with him and I shaved my pussy. I was often shaved but only for Steve.
I came out of the shower and Steve led me to the bedroom. He stared at me and made me take up poses facing him. We ended up making love and we were both turned on.