Penny was seriously confused; though she had done her best to follow the stubborn recommendations of her loving husband, Rick, to have sexy Glamour Shot photographs taken and to model for an Erotic Art Class, each time the situation had led her to committing outrageous acts of infidelity, of which her husband knew not. Now it was time to clear the air, and set things straight with Rick, who was just going to have to sit down and talk to her about what he really wanted from her, and their marriage. No longer was she going to carry the guilt and shame of her naughty behavior, especially when it was Rick who had pushed her, from the very beginning of their relationship, to be voyeuristic about her sexuality. In addition, Penny believed that now would be a good time to lay down some ground rules for their house guest Larry, who had somehow managed to obtained several of the Glamour Shot photos she had given Rick for Valentines, and continued to sneak into her panty drawer to "play" with her panties, when she was not home.
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"Rick darling, I really think we need to talk." Penny interjected, dabbing her perky lips with a napkin, as she finished the breakfast Rick had prepared.
"Talk? Sure, anything you want honey. What would you like to talk about? Sex?"
For the past two months Rick had been exceptionally loving and sensitive, showing Penny the attention she had always dreamt of receiving from a husband and lover. Lately he had been truly "perfect to a fault"; helping to do all the household chores, and not complaining about spending a couple of bucks on a nice dinner or movie. The only thing was, that he seemed to have become a little clingy and maybe a little obsessive about sex. Either he had become insecure about himself or he was afraid of something that might come between them, but he had definitely made it clear to Penny that he was haunted by her beauty and loved her dearly, if not desperately.
"Well, I was thinking that we might want to talk about, stuff like, what the two of us are truly looking for in our marriage."
"Wow, sure, I guess," Rick continued cautiously, "I hope we're not talking about any big problems?"
"I don't think we have any big problems." Penny said reassuringly "I just think we have to make some decisions."
"OK sweets, what kind of decisions do you think we need to make?"
"First I would like to clear the air about a few things that have been happening lately."
"Gosh hon, I thought that I had been pretty good to you lately; fixin meals, washing clothes, cleaning house and so on. No?"
"That's just it. That is so out of character for you. I just want to know what is going on in that little mind of yours. I know you have been on your best behavior, but what has changed for you to make you so caring and loving? Do you know you have written no fewer that six love letters and poems in the past three months?"
Along with quite a few little love letters and flowers, Rick had also been masturbating a lot while fantasizing about Penny. Apparently her recent Glamour Photos, and an erotic painting that one of the art students had given her after an art session, had captured his lustful eye. Even Penny admitted that the painting was truly remarkable in its' depiction of an ancient Grecian goddess. Nonetheless, because of several tell tail signs, such as the consumption of tissues, Vaseline and coconut oil tanning lotion, it was clearly obvious to Penny, that Rick had been jacking off excessively.
"I hope your not complaining darling, I just can not help being overwhelmed by your beauty. You know, you really have blossomed since you turned thirty, and I just don't know what else to do except to treat you good and pick up on some of the house work."
"So you admit that recently you have been acting peculiar?"
"I guess, if that is what you want to call it? I just love you and want to show you how much I care about you."
"You know I know you Rick, and I know you used to fantasize about all kinds of women. Do you mean to tell me now, that you never think about anyone but me?"
"I hadn't thought about it that way, but now that you mention it, you might be right, I can not think of the last time I thought of any other woman except you, sugar."
"And is that why you hung that rather overexposed painting of me right in the middle of the den, where just anyone could see it?"
"Penny my sweet, that painting is so awesome, and it fits over the fireplace like it was made for it!"
"Yea, and if you only knew what I had to go through with to get it!" Penny said as she feigned lassitude.
The painting in question, of which Penny was the model, offered a spectacular view of a Grecian Goddess looking down from a cathedral, observing the observer, with a look of sympathy and concern that would naturally make a person want to take one step closer to see the mythogenic details of her winsome face as well as the graphic details of her protruding and erectly nippled breast.
"If you really want me to take it down, no problem." Rick offered.
"And there is where we need to talk; it is not that I want you to take anything down or leave it up, I just want to know how you feel about having people see your wife posed half naked if front of a the whole world. And by the way, did you loan out or give any of the Glamour Shot photos I gave you for Valentines Day, to Larry?"
"Oh I see, I don't mind telling you how I feel every time one of my friends or associates sees your painting or pictures, and recognizes that it is indeed your pretty face and naked body on display. I am totally thrilled, especially when they make comments like; 'You are so lucky man, I only wish I could get my wife to do something that outrageous!'"
Penny only wished she really could tell Rick what had occurred during her photo and modeling sessions. But, it was not her desire at this time to dump her guilt nor arouse jealousy within her husband, it was more of a wish to share her innermost feelings; the type of feelings that limited lifeless words can never seem to completely reveal. Penny wished above everything else to express her condition of being subject to a kind of dual nature, one wanting to be mostly submissive, the other wanting to take charge and dominate. The latter being the life she secretly wanted to live. If she could magically or telepathically deliver the ideas without having to form the words and speak them, if she could e-mail or write a book and transplant it into Rick's head, she would gladly choose that as the method of communication. Instead, she was compelled to laboriously sit and speak and listen and struggle with the arguments and questions and discussion that would be sure to follow.
One of Penny's girlfriends, Tiffany, who was particularly good at listening had suggested to Penny that her husband was exhibiting signs of ultimate "Wife Worshiping." She had gone on to explain that this condition will occasionally subdue a husband who's wife, is initially out of his league, or a late bloomer who eventually rises above her husband's nabob. Consequently, in the case of "Wife Worshiping" it is the wife's responsibility, according to Tiffany and the rest of the world, if it was in fact Penny's desire to keep the marriage, to be thankful and do whatever is necessary to secure her sexually dominant position for the sake of the marriage.
