Foreword: No hot sex here, proper English used, BTBers please find another submission to read. Lots of psychology and reconciliation and winners are here - the reader is warned! All errors are mine.
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The Saga of Joslyn-Jake-Tracy
Joslyn Hullo lay on an elevated table mostly on her side displaying her perfectly round naked buttocks turned slightly toward a dozen art students. They sat at their Easels painting. Special lighting had turned the model's skin into a creamy color that was reminiscent of silky Crème Brûlée. The sex-goddess made as much as four digits of money working the two-hour session as she modelled but posed naked today for an hour and a half in this uncomfortable position. A workshop was in progress and today was the fifth of five this week. The subject of today's workshop was "Painting the Body of a Nude Female Figure.' The renown European Master teaching today had been invited to the Cape Cod International Art Institute to do this session of the workshop amidst great media fanfare. The Master limited the enrolment in his workshop to twelve students and had turned away at least a dozen more.
The first thirty minutes today found Joslyn sitting in a chair covered entirely in her robe. She sat and smiled beside the wheel-chaired Master who reviewed art topics like Weight, Color Theory, Shading, hue, perspective, etc. for the benefit of the gallery grade professional artists in attendance. That is not exactly right in that only eleven of the attendees had a wide following as successful artists. The twelfth might soon be painting on her nude body.
When Joslyn was not posing at a workshop such as this, she solicited donations and worked as a clerical person handling the non-profit's business. It sponsored about four similar events yearly. She loved the workshops because of the very high fees paid her extra, but otherwise, a workaday week for her netted a modest wage. The Institute's Director is an oil on canvas artist and a household name in the art community locally. He had told Joslyn, "Your job is always to be strikingly beautiful, smile and make the visitors to the institute's gallery and in particular, this applies today to the dozen artists who have paid dearly for this workshop. You must provoke them to feel like they have gotten their considerable amount of money's worth," and this she did with panache. She did so well, in fact, that every artist who had seen her model seemed to be in love with her, from the very young to the very aged. Under the designer filtered lighting she appeared as a dream provoking hormone flow in the men and women attending.
But even when not in the process of modelling, Ms. Hullo would, for example, touch a particular artist or donor known to have deep pockets, when in a conversation, and she would laugh at their trite jokes, ask about their children and grandchildren, etc. She would be certain to bias her conversation on politics, social media, and the economy to mimic the artist's known point of view. The Institute's director had briefed her on each of the generous members of the Institute. And, she knew superficially eleven of the twelve students who attended the workshop today and knew that they all loved her - at least to the extent that anyone can love a beautiful dream. But, Joslyn was obviously a blatantly phony person that everyone pretended not to notice because she was first-class eye-candy.
The twelfth student, Aaron Misterfeld, however, was Joslyn's secret lover, and each had explored every square millimetre of the other's body and mind during the past year. Aaron was in his early fifties and had made a fortune in commercial real estate development. The rewards of his 30-hour work days and risks that he took - often losing money, but winning over the long haul - was that he lived with a daughter in a gated estate on the Cape, having lost her mother in addition to a yet a second wife to Randy lovers. The divorces were due mostly to his absences caused by long workdays. As for Aaron's artistic skill the joke around the institute was, 'He paints a pretty good stick figure.' But being the well-known philanthropist with very deep pockets, he was the institute's largest single donor. And the artists graded him with an 'E' for effort as he continuously tried to improve and spent vast sums of money on art instruction while buying the best friends money could buy.
Lying naked under the hot lights while the artists worked Joslyn recalled, "Something clicked when Aaron and I met last year. The director told me of his two divorces. Then, I concluded at first that his skill as a lover must be near zero. In my mind, rational women just would not fuck around while married to someone whose pockets were deep as was Aaron's - unless they were certain they could do so in total secrecy."
Joslyn thought to herself, "But I guessed wrong about his sex skills. When Aaron and I got it on after being together privately in his home for only the second time, it was non-stop orgasms for me. If those two former wives of his knew what I knew about him, they would feel like shit right about now. Wow, what a man!"
The model said to herself, "I thought my husband, Jake Spencer, was well qualified as a lover when he had the time and inclination to make love, but he can not hold a candle to Aaron Misterfeld." She was now bored and continued her idol thoughts. "My husband! God, I haven't even thought about him at all today. Poor Jake has no idea he is a cuckold and spends quality time with my son, being the father Donnie never had. When I met him I was a hired hostess pouring drinks and entertaining contractors in a hospitality suite at the National Commercial Builders Convention. Jake and I got it on that night. He was good and ultimately that convention night led to our marriage five years ago!"
"But, Aaron will want to get it on later after lusting after my naked body for an hour and a half. But, my husband said he might take the afternoon off, and he will want to start kissing my body the moment I walk in the door at home. Oh shit! It will have to be a quickie with Aaron, then a quick shower and then I must hurry home to service Jake."
After the workshop session was over and the institute's parking lot was empty except for Joslyn's VW, she dressed in a mumu sack dress with no underwear for her quick drive to Aaron's estate. Joslyn set the gallery alarm and locked the institute building and walked to her car in her usual security-conscious manner.
She arrived at Aaron's gate and waited while it swung open. Two plumbing contractor trucks were blocking access to her usual parking place, so she parked next to the trucks. She grabbed her bag and charged to the door and went right inside the mansion using her personal key. Aaron met her at the door, and the two wrestled each other to a sitting room where they had hot, quickie sex on a daybed. Afterward, Joslyn said to Aaron, "My husband will be home early today, and I can not stay long. I need to take a shower and hurry home because you are dripping out of me, front and rear."
Aaron said with alarm, "Darling, the water has been turned off at the street while the whole plumbing system is going through repairs - they promised to turn it back on by six o'clock. Can you wait?"
