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This Fictional story is based on fact. I leave it up to the reader to decide what is fact and what is fiction.
I married my high school sweetheart Becky in nineteen seventy. She was twenty-one and I was twenty-three. My name is Tom. We had two kids a boy and a girl. I was a construction worker/ construction supervisor for a mid-sized construction company. In those days we didn't have project managers, the Supervisor was responsible to bid the job and then had to do it at the price quoted. A high-pressure job to be sure!
Well, we decided that my wife's job was to take care of the kids when they came along, and I would work to support the family. Although I had plenty of vacation time. My boss told me I was too important to take a vacation, so I stayed on the job to make sure everything went well. I sacrificed my time off for the company. I discovered I was a conscientious knuckle head to the company I worked for.
My wife went to work in the school system as a teacher's aid, when the kids were old enough to go to school. It gave her some spending money, and this way she would be home with them.
This worked well until I was thirty-nine years old. I came down with a mysterious illness. I was weak, sick to my stomach, and couldn't hold down food. After a battery of tests, it was found my sickness was related to nerves. The solution the doctor told me was to find a hobby and take vacations at least one a year. It took me six weeks to become well enough to go back to work.
Long story short: I had to find a hobby, I liked drawing in school, in shop I liked to draft up houses, so I immediately thought of an art class. I found an art co-op in town. I called and was told the supplies to buy for the class and when it was scheduled.
The co-op met Tuesdays and Thursdays, six to ten. It was a figure study co-op not a class, ongoing until summer. The meaning of co-op: it was a group of artists who got together to draw, it was ten dollars a night. Yes, you got it right figure studies means, the women were nude. I really I mean I really! Enjoyed the art co-op after the first night even though my sketches were not very good. The visual stimulation was next-to-none!
On the third night the model a woman my wife and I knew was there. I thought she was an artist. Her name was Joyce and she graduated with my wife. The dark haired woman came over, said hi, and asked how Becky was. I was shocked when she nonchalantly walked up onto the platform and took off her dress. Her only garment, she was naked! Joyce I could see she enjoyed her exposure as she strutted her stuff on the platform. She was not directed into the poses by the artists. She was the one who chose the poses with some suggestions from the group at times.
She stood for one-minute poses full frontal, her dark pubic hair was closely trimmed, then she turned her back to us as she looked over her shoulder, while she bent over a stool for a two-minute pose with her legs slightly spread for comfort to expose her hairless pussy lips and rosebud to all of us. The poses became progressively more erotic, until the final pose was on a couch, legs spread to show her moist pussy to the delight of all present for the half hour final pose. I sketched a poor likeness of her body but made a concerted effort to get the image of her pussy the best I could on my sketch pad.
When I arrived home my wife excitedly asked. "How was the model tonight and can I see your sketches?"
"Sure." I gave her the sketch pad and then said. "Remember Joyce Spencer? You graduated with her, she said hi."
"Oh, was she one of the artists, tonight?" Becky said as she looked at my sketches. "Wow this model really was exposed and you spent a lot of time capturing her intimate area also." She noted with some jealousy.
"Joyce was the model and yes she did show us what she had for breakfast."
"Wow, I remember Joyce as a skinny girl, she looks like she has blossomed into a pretty woman." After a little thought Becky asked. "Was Joyce directed into the poses or did she pose without instruction?"
"The group suggested poses, but she posed in positions she was comfortable with."
"Oh my! She was comfortable with total exposure. She has her legs spread wide. You also captured her back with her vagina and her back door exposed."
"It lookes like she was very comfortable being nude in front of us. Joyce was excited to show us her intimate being. Her pussy was dripping wet by the time she modeled for the last pose. Heaven's gate was open for visual inspection. "
My wife took my hand and led me up to bed. "Don't get any Ideas my love as I have all the same parts as Joyce has." She said with concern.
"You're right my dear, but she likes to show them to people. You're too shy to do that, although you're much more beautiful than she is."
"Is that what you want! The world to see what your wife has to offer." She asked with concerned.
By now I had an erection so she knew my answer when she noticed my boner. Becky grabbed me by my clothed pecker, and we retreated into our bedroom.
Becky stripped and laid on the bed with her legs spread. "What do you think could I model for the group. You want your wife this exposed to the world don't you." She accused me as if I was some kind of pervert.
I didn't acknowledge her accusation but answered her first question. "You could, but you're too shy to spread like that in front of anyone." I said as I dove headfirst between her legs and started to lick her pussy. With my hands I played with her nipples. It was very difficult to do but where there is a will... you get it right!
After our verbal exchange Becky was so hot her pussy dripped her excitement, and I had an easy job to get her off.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH MMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYY GGGGGGGGGGGAAADDDDD!" She screamed.
Becky still moaned in orgasmic bliss when we heard "Mom are you okay!" Both our kids hollered.
"Yes, I was just tickling your mom's fancy!" I explained with a chuckle, still down between her legs. I gave a kiss to her lovely slit.
Becky batted me in the head and whispered. "Don't talk like that to our kids, they know what we're doing, and you embarrass me."
"Sorry, but I still think it's funny." I said as I rolled over.
"I'll show you funny." Beck said as she got on her knees, straddled my mid-section, and rubbed her pussy along my pecker. She didn't insert my cock in her pussy.
Becky teased my cock; I struggled not to blow a load all over my belly with the stimulation of her moist pussy lips on by pecker. She knew how far to go, before she relented, rose up, inserted my pecker into her box, and slammed down balls deep on my member. Becky was in control and rode me to her two orgasms before she let me cum. I was amazed at what a night at an art class could do for our sex life!
In nineteen-eighty-five the co-op had twenty men in it, give or take. I found out the head of the group was my cousin's husband, and the models were all women. It was difficult to find women who would model nude, so many nights we went home early when the model didn't show up. It was the fourth night in a row I came home early and upset.
"What's the matter?" My wife asked as I walked through the door and slammed down the sketch pad.
"No model again tonight." I expressed angrily.
There was a long silent pause, and then. "Do you think I could model for the group?" My wife asked in a haltingly whisper. The expression on her face said: "I don't believe I just asked that."
Now I am in a bind. "Do I want my wife to expose her body to people I draw with. If I don't then I shouldn't be there to see other women nude. The fantasy of my wife nude in front of the group excites me, but the reality scares me." This was my conundrum. Instead of a direct answer I asked. "Do you think you can model nude like Joyce did? You're so shy you don't walk around the house in a nightie in front of the kids and you don't want to go to a nude beach." I said to dissuade my wife to model nude.
"I don't know if I could model." And then after some thought she asked. "Would you want me to let my kids see me in a nightie or nude, and would you want me to expose my body at a nude beach?" My wife asked in a small, fearful voice.
"Actually, I would like you to be more at ease with your body. You're beautiful, if you have it, you should flaunt it. YOU DEFINITELY HAVE IT MY DEAR." I emphasized.
At this point I would like to explain: my wife had a body image problem when I met her. Becky was shy. She thinks her breast are too big, and her bottom was too small. To me my wife was the most beautiful woman in the world, and I always told her that. Her beauty was not only skin deep but goes to her soul. She had dark blonde hair, five-foot five tall with a thirty-eight, twenty-four, thirty-four figure. Becky's legs were well sculptured and smooth. She thought I'm prejudice because she was my wife. I need other people to tell her how beautiful she was for her to believe that.
"Becky here is the number to John the model coordinator, call him and tell him you want to model for the class." I told her as I gave her the number. I knew she wouldn't call. This was Wednesday morning when this conversation took place.
Becky mulled over in her head all day at school. "Could I take my clothes off and model like Joyce did. I want my husband to be happy. He said he would like to see me nude in front of the group." She thought with a shiver of excitement, mixed with fear.
Wednesday night I arrived home from work and was met at the door by Becky. She wrapped her arms around my neck, gave me a kiss, and looked into my eyes. "Do you really want me to model for your art group?" She whispered so the kids wouldn't hear us.
"It is up to you. If you think you can pose like Joyce did, then call if you want and talk to John."
We had dinner, the kids excitedly told us about their day, and they helped clean up. Each of the kids had TVs in their room. They didn't like the shows we watched, so went to their bed room. In those days we had only land lines, so my son and daughter although they had a phone in their rooms, fought over who would get to the phone first. By nine-thirty both the kids were in bed and asleep.
I was in the family room and watched TV. Becky went to our bed room and came down with a robe on. "I want to practice poses." With that she removed the robe and was nude.
"What if the kids come down?" I asked in shock.
"They will see their mother naked." Becky giggled.
"Holy smokes you're really getting into this, but do you think you can model in front of a group?"
"That's what I want to find out and I need your help." Becky posed full frontal. "Is this a pose you would want?"
"Yes, that is the one-minute pose, turn your back to me, and look over your shoulder."
The poses progressed to the half hour poses, Becky then turned shy. "Do I really have to spread my legs for the last pose?"
"That is up to you, but you need to talk to John."
The poses progressed into a love session in the family room. Becky spread her legs for the last pose, I knelt between her legs and licked her pussy.
"Oh, my I love possssiiiinnnggggggggg Ahah SOOOOOO GGGGGOOOODDD." Becky moaned in orgasm.
After she came out of her orgasmic bliss she sat up and pulled me to her. Unbelted my pants pushed them and my underwear down. She blew my socks off with my shoes laced up tight.
"Ah-ah gawd." I was in heaven, art is worth the effort!
