This story is about the journey of a sweet naïve wife who does her first boudoir photoshoot that turns into more modeling opportunities. If you haven't read "Naïve Wife Boudoir Photoshoot", please get acquainted with her character and the situations she finds herself.
When Amy arrived home at 1 am, she was still hyped up from the excitement of the night with Robert, and his friends, Dale and Megan. Not only had he shared her for the first time, she had her first girl experience. She would have liked to be able to taste Megan herself, so maybe another opportunity will arise.
The house was dark, the boys and Brian asleep as she tiptoed into the bathroom to change and clean herself up before getting into bed with Brian. Luckily she changed back into the sundress she left the house wearing. God, she couldn't believe she had just fucked a man she just met because he told her to, her fingers finding her collar still around her neck. She quickly took it off, put it into the gym bag she left in the hallway, and crawled into bed with Brian, who was already snoring.
Friday Morning she got the boys up, still tired from the late-night baseball game they told her all about. She encouraged them to tell her about every inning when they got home from school. She kissed Brian goodbye, reminding him to display her picture on his desk, and would work on getting him more pictures.
"Really? I'd love more pictures, honey. Maybe more bikini or lingerie ones?" he asked sheepishly.
"I'll see what I can do for you. What about a picture without anything?" she teased, thinking about all the photos Robert had of her. "Get the boys to school before they are late," and returned to the kitchen to clean.
She continued to wipe the counters and put dishes away, often putting things in the wrong place as her mind thought back to the night before. How another woman touched her, licked her, and another man- men- fucked her in the same night. "God, they were fun. I wonder how Megan tastes," she thought, wiping the counter with the wet towel. "Would she even like to be eaten by another woman?" curiously thinking how another woman would taste, look, and feel.
Amy spent the next part of her day working out in her gym. Wondering why Robert hadn't texted her another task as she did her 100th squat thrust into a push-up. She was working up a real sweat, dripping onto the floor as she stood up and made her way to the pull-up bar. Every time her chin hit the bar she thought of Robert's big cock entering her, then down, and back up again.
Her body was recovering with a post-workout drink sitting in front of the boys' school to pick them up as a surprise. Sure enough, she smiled at seeing them running out to her SUV as soon as they spotted her. She took the boys to get ice cream on the way home, knowing they would distract her from her most recent sexual cravings and thoughts. Being Friday and without homework, they quickly reminded Mom and got on their bikes to play with friends.
Left alone with her thoughts and planning for tomorrow's shoot, she showered and threw on a sundress. She was getting aroused at the thought of everyone watching her pose with the bikes, hoping they would feel comfortable taking photos of her in her micro bikinis and red dress. She crawled onto her bed with Brian's photo album, thumbing through the photos of herself, remembering how wet she was when she was exposing her pussy to the camera, before and after Robert touched her, pulling her dress up to her waist. She stroked her wet lips, teasing herself, looking down at her freshly shaven pussy lips, glistening with arousal.
Her phone alerted her of an incoming text. "Are you ready for tomorrow, baby girl?" smile emoji from Robert.
"Yes, and a little nervous of everyone watching," she replied. "But also super turned on with them watching. I hope they like me." blushing emoji, hot emoji.
"They are all excited to meet you! I have shown them some of your pictures. Even some of the wives can't wait to meet you!"
"Thank you!"
"I want you to do something for me," he prefaced his next task.
"Anything!"
"I don't want you to touch yourself or orgasm today. And I want you to wear your plug tomorrow."
"Okay, Daddy! I will be ready for you!" smile emoji. "She is so smooth right now too."
"No touching! See you in the morning, baby girl." kiss emoji.
"Shit, what is tomorrow going to be like," she thought, sliding off the bed and fixing her dress.
Dinner was at a local pizza restaurant the boys loved. Brian was quieter than usual, so Amy prodded him, "So any comments on my picture today?" with a smirk.
"Actually, yeah. My boss again. I think he likes you and doesn't even know you. He suggested I put a different picture of you each week on my desk. But he said it not suggesting. More of an order," he confessed, in a humiliating way. "Am I crazy to think that?" he asked Amy, looking in her eyes for the first time.
"Maybe it was just his tone? Maybe it was a suggestion, and you took it as an order because he is the boss?"
"I don't know. I am not good at reading people like you are. It's something else he asked," his words trailing off.
"What else did he ask?" Amy asked, now very curious, raising her eyebrows.
"He asked if you ever did any modeling in bikinis or lingerie," his eyes going down to his empty plate.
"What did you tell him?" she blurted without thinking.
"Well, um," he stammered. "I kind of told him you have. I mean you have for me, right?"
"Yes, I guess I have," she smiled. "Would you like to show him your photo album? I want to add more to your album," testing his reaction and feeling her nipples stiffen in her dress.
"I do. I mean I don't know. Would it be weird to show him my wife? Would you be Okay with that?" he rambled. "What would I show him?"
She looked at him, smiled, and put her hand on his thigh, making sure her fingertip was touching his dick, "Well, I wouldn't mind you showing him. The real question is, would it turn you on to show him your wife? Letting him see my big tits and ass?" feeling his dick stirring.
"Amy! My god. No!" shocked she would offer. "Do you think he would like to see you though? Would it be too much to just offer him to see your, um" looking down at her chest, "big tits?"
"I don't think so. You don't think he would like to see my tits?" looking down at herself, her sundress low enough to show plenty of cleavage. "I bet he would like to see them more than you think," her fingertips now over his hardening dick. "I think you would like it to, wouldn't you?"
"Jesus, Amy," brushing her hand off his hard dick. "I mean I would like to show you off more. Knowing other men look at you is hot, right?"
"I love it, honey!" leaning in to whisper in his ear, "I love knowing you jerk off to my photos."
"Really? You know?"
"I do! And love knowing you jerk off looking at my body. What kind of picture would you like to have in your album, honey?"
"Oh my god, Amy. I don't know," he stammered, afraid to say it out loud. "I wouldn't mind seeing you do something, um, more naughty," lowering his eyes.
She laughed, "You are so naughty! Okay, I will do something naughty for you! But you have to promise not to be mad when you see it, okay? Promise me!"
"I promise not to be mad! I promise Amy, really I do!" he said excitedly, hoping his wife would do something naughty in a picture for him.
"Maybe I will have a surprise for you then! By the way, remember you are going to need to do something with the boys tomorrow. I will be with Lizzy all day."
"Oh, okay. Sure, maybe we'll go to the zoo or something."
"Thanks, honey," kissing him on the cheek before he asked more questions.
Saturday morning came early for Amy, as she lay in bed staring at the ceiling, thinking about all the attention she would be getting in the coming hours. She wanted to touch herself as she lay next to Brian, but remembering Robert's strict instructions stopped her. After her hot shower, she lubed her plug, and inserted it slowly, feeling her tight hole stretch. As soon as it sunk into her, she gasped, remembering why she loved it so much.
She left the house before the boys awoke, not wanting to see them and lie about where Mom was going today. The drive to Robert's house seemed so much longer than usual, alone with her thoughts, excited and nervous about what the day had in store. Pulling into Robert's driveway, she drove around the side of the big garage, Jerry was already setting up the bikes and lighting on the patio, and even had the living room double-stacked sliding doors open into the house. She made her way into the kitchen and found Robert sipping coffee in only his shorts.
"There is our beautiful model," Robert announced, greeting her with a hug. "How did you sleep?" kissing her on the cheek.
"Um, I slept good, but woke up frustrated thinking about today, but my daddy wouldn't let me touch," she replied with full pouty lips.
"I'll reward you later for being a good girl," turning her around abruptly. "Are you wearing it?" lifting her dress over her thick ass.
"Yes, Sir," bending over the big granite counter as he inspected the jewel plug in her asshole. "Do you like it?"
He gripped her right ass cheek in his hand, squeezed it, and told her how much he loves her ass, before tapping his finger on the jeweled end of the plug, making her gasp. He fixed her sundress and told her she should check with Jerry and the plan.
She stopped to notice the beautiful pearl-white Harley Street Glide parked in the living room, in front of the big open windows. She walked outside to see Jerry setting up lights around a gloss black Harley next to the pool.
"Good Morning, Jerry," she announced.
"Hey, Gorgeous. This is going to be so much fun. Are you ready?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I think so. A little nervous knowing other people will be watching, but excited as well."
