For Adam...
and for me.
I was standing in the bathroom trying to decide which skirt to wear to the masquerade party that night. I asked my husband, Adam, what he thought. After the briefest of deliberations, he said, "The short one." I had already selected the rest of my outfit for the night--high-heeled black leather boots, thigh-high fishnets, a skimpy black tanktop and a sexy black leather eye mask I'd found the day before. Adam's outfit was more understated, but he still looked incredibly hot in his black shirt, black jeans that showed off his ass and simple black fabric mask.
"So, what kind of a party do you think this is? I have a sense that masquerade parties can be a little risqué," I said as I slid on the stockings.
"Well," answered Adam, "I think we should be prepared for anything and I think we should make some rules."
"OK," I replied, feeling a little surprised because Adam is usually pretty adventurous and not one to make a lot of rules.
"The first rule is that you should be open to enjoying any experiences that come your way. The second is that you shouldn't wear any underwear," he said.
Ah, that sounded more like the Adam I know.
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I think we were both curious about how the party would turn out because we had been invited under unusual and intriguing circumstances. We were at a crowded opening for a show of Adam's photos. That night's collection included a series of somewhat abstract nudes. Several people had asked him who he used for his model. He had said that it was a student from the local art school. We were the only ones who know that it was me.
Knowing that all of these people were admiring my breasts, ass and legs was really hot. I felt my nipples getting hard. Just then, I noticed a handsome man walk up to my favorite of the photos. In it, I was lying on my side and it showed the curves from my breasts, along my waist and down to my ass. He was tall, with dark hair, bright blue eyes and a muscular, but not overly bulky body. He turned around and saw me looking at him. He looked me up and down and said, "Gorgeous."
"Pardon," I stammered, more than a little flustered.
"That's a gorgeous photo," he said. "Something about it looks familiar." From the little smile on his face, I wondered if he had figured out that I was the model. The dress I was wearing was not particularly short or low-cut, but it was form-fitting. He probably had a pretty good sense of what my body looks like. "I think I'd like to buy it," he said. "I've been looking for something beautiful to enjoy in my bedroom."
Blushing, I said, "Let me introduce you to my husband, the photographer." I caught Adam's eye and he came over. By the look on his face, I suspected he'd heard and enjoyed the whole exchange.
"I'm Adam," he said, "and it looks like you've met my lovely wife Alice."
"Jack," said the sexy stranger. "I'm interested in buying this piece."
"You have excellent taste," said Adam. "It's one of my favorites."
"Is it hard for you to give it up and know that someone else will be enjoying it?" asked Jack.
"No," said Adam with a smile. "I get a lot of pleasure knowing that other people appreciate my work."
Jack paid for the photo and as I was wrapping it for him, he said, "I'm having a party this weekend. I'd love it if you and Adam could come."
"That sounds like fun," I said, wondering what exactly he had in mind.
"Wonderful, I'll send you an invitation," said Jack and he walked out with the photo.
Watching Jack walk out the door, my nipples were pushing against the fabric of my dress and my pussy was wet. I walked over to Adam and whispered in his ear, "I think he might have figured out who your model is."
