Sharing my wife was a slow journey. I told her while we were engaged that I would enjoy watching her have sex with another man while I watched. She always laughed, never answering me but often punching me on my shoulder with a wide grin.
At a slender 5'10, she is an inch taller than me. She has long brown hair, brown eyes and long legs. Whenever we went out, she always attracted looks from other men about us.
When she was 26, then married for a year, I suggested she would make a good nude model for photographers as a part-time job. A few weeks later, she agreed and answered an ad posted in a freebie off-the-rack newspaper by an art class for a nude model. The class met weekly for six weeks. She found she enjoyed others appreciating her body.
She learned from the class instructor that many photography shops keep lists of women who are willing to model nude for photographers. One of the stores was just blocks from our home. I took a photo of her nude, leaning against our living room's wall and printed it out with our computer's printer.
She took the snapshot to the nearby shop that afternoon and presented it to the store's owner, asking if he had many photographers seeking models. The manager said more than a half dozen photographers were always looking for leads and some less-frequent customers also asked him whether he had any models on file.
Almost all of those requests came from amateur photographers; he mentioned that almost all are amateurs, not professionals who typically got their models from agencies. He had five models on file he referred but said he was sure she could be a popular if she wished to be added to the store's listing. She left her name and phone number.
She began receiving calls that week. As the store owner had warned, those were amateurs who wanted photos only for their training or personal reasons. Two preferred coming to our home and one preferred her driving to his place.
I didn't accompany her to the home of the one photographer but enjoyed her nude modeling in our home. I asked if she thought she would like to have sex with them.
She laughed and didn't answer, assuming I wasn't serious. I insisted that it would be okay with me, that I found the idea excited.
One of the photographers was 24 years old. He took nude pics in different rooms and eventually asked her for some bedroom shots.
While she was laying on her back on our bed as he had requested for the fourth photo, he displayed a bulge in his jeans. I noticed it first from where I sat in a corner chair. A minute or so later, her eyes also settled on the rigid pole, straining against his pants. He left for a moment to get his lamp from his bag in our living room, and I reminded her of my request. He returned before she could respond.
He asked her to splay her arms to her sides as she lay on her back and turn her head toward him.
It was obvious that she was staring at his groin, but he pretended not to notice. He was standing aside our bed. As she stretched her arms, her fingers intentionally touched his bulge. He took a couple more pics as her fingers stroked his concealed erection.
Their eyes met. He trembled at her manipulations but said nothing.
I asked if they wanted a soft drink. Each said they did and I left the room.
I waited at least a minute in the kitchen before returning. I walked quietly to our bedroom door and peered into the room. She now had unzipped his fly and was stroking his stalk. His member was straight and strong in her pale hand. Her hand was too small to completely cover its length. He was more than an inch longer than my five inches and its firm circumference broader. His firm, purplish dickhead protruded beyond the span of her fist.
She asked, "Feel good?" He whispered, "Oh, yeah. Is this okay with your husband?" She said, "Whatever I do is fine with him. He'll like it."
