My husband and I had been happily married for just over five years. We had two small boys, two and three years old, and own our own, small, cozy home. A little about us, my husband Greg, at the time was twenty-four years old, jet black hair, dark complexion, 5'7" tall, about 135#. He was slim, active, and in great shape without an ounce of fat on his entire body.
I on the other hand have shoulder length blonde hair, fair complexion, an even 5', and about 120#, with a good, but not a perfect body. My 36-D breasts were my best asset, my 28 inch waist was a little more than I would have liked, but with 36 inch hips I did have an hourglass figure. Greg loved my body and our sex life was great.
And by the way, my name is Carol and I'm twenty-three, and this experience took place during the early 1980's, and it was so out of character for me, that I still can't believe I went through with it.
Greg's birthday was coming up in early October and I really would have liked to give him a special present for his twenty-fifth birthday. I had thought about a photo album of glamor shots, until I called a few places and was surprised at the cost. I could never afford to do a glamor shoot. So I forgot about that idea and thought I would just get him another present, something a little more affordable.
A little more than a year ago I had taken a part time job as a nursing assistant, where I met Kelly. She and I worked together and became good friends because we had a lot in common, as she also was married with two small children. Once or twice a week we would have play dates, at her, or our home, and we got to be pretty good friends although our husbands had never met.
My husband Greg and I didn't do a lot of socializing, other than spending time with our extended families, and a few close friends. Kelly and her husband Bill were just the opposite, well at least Kelly was, as she loved to go out dancing on the weekends, while Bill stayed home and watched the kids. Kelly would often invite me to go out dancing with her, and I always begged off and would tell her another time maybe, not that I didn't like to dance but I am very shy, and the club atmosphere with all the people and noise, just wasn't shy me.
One Wednesday she would not take no for an answer, and I relented and told her if Greg would watch the kids I would go out with her that weekend. Kelly and I made plans to head to the club that she frequents on Friday evenings. As it was late August and very warm, I wore a sleeveless top and a short (for me) skirt that fell to about six inches above my knees, and showed off my toned, tanned legs. Open toed sandals finished my outfit.
Before I left Greg whistled and told me how hot I looked. He loved to show me off when we occasionally went out for dinner and dancing, by insisting I wear revealing and provocative clothing. I would dress that way to satisfy him, although the admiring looks I got from other men did a lot for my ego. At times though, what he wanted me to wear was almost too revealing for my taste. Thankfully he hadn't insisted I wear something slutty tonight, probably because he wouldn't be there to watch the guys stare at and flirt with me.
Because Kelly liked to dance and drink, (I drank very little) I would pick her up and do the driving. When I pulled into the driveway Bill was outside and told me Kelly wasn't quite ready and he invited me in. I had only met Bill once before, as he was usually at work during the day when I visited Kelly and the kids. He offered me a seat in the kitchen and as he was drinking a beer he offered one to me, which I declined. Within a few minutes Kelly emerged from her bedroom, dressed and ready to go.
She was dressed in a spaghetti strap tank top, and a mini skirt, that the hem only came to mid thigh, at most. Her small pert breasts were noticeably without a bra, and her legs were tanned and shapely. With her thin athletic body she could easily go out dancing braless. In the 1980's the fashion was not to have bra straps showing, if they would show you just didn't wear a bra. Before he would let her leave, Bill retrieved his 35 MM camera and had her pose in different ways, some very sexy. He took a few shots of me also, and then both of us together. He told us we looked hot and said to have fun.
Bill did eventually let us go, and as soon as we were moving in the car Kelly apologized for the pictures, telling me he is an amateur photographer and is really good. She said he has a darkroom and photography studio in the basement, and does portraits, among other things. He has also done a few birthday parties and enjoys it very much. She also confessed she has posed for him in lingerie and even done some nude modeling for him. He really is good at bringing out the best look in his subjects.
We had fun at the club, especially with Kelly dressed as she was, attracting all the guys. I don't think she had to buy a drink, and she was never without a dance partner. I danced to most of the fast dances and a few of the slow ones when I was asked. Greg liked when I danced the slow one's with strangers, and he would question me about it when I got home. It turned him on to know I had danced with, and was flirted with by other men, and he wanted to know all the details later when we made love.
Later that night when we returned to Kelly's house she insisted I come in for a minute as she wanted to show me Bill's studio. Even though it was late I was wide awake so I went in with her to see it. Bill was still up so he led us to the basement and gave me a tour and showed me some of his work. I decided that he must be good, while looking at some of his photos, then he pulled out an album of Kelly's pictures.
