I despair sometimes that no one seems to read these little introductions. I have repeated numerous times that in this fantasy world, people do not have to worry about sexually transmitted diseases, yet I continue to get comments berating me for writing a story about a woman who cares so little for her husband she'd give him an STD. Hey, what can you do. Yes, Brooke could kill the fucker and be done with him. Easy enough, anyone can do it. Kill him and have your whole sordid life get spilled out on the internet where it will live forever. Better that than keep doing what you're doing, right. Kind of ends the suspense, but if you want to write that story, feel free. I'm not stopping you. This chapter contains scenes of primarily lesbian sex. If you don't care for lesbian sex, don't read it. It also contains some oral and anal sex, and some dominatrix discipline. It is still primarily non-consent despite some people feeling Brooke is no longer engaged in non-consensual sex because she's sexually aroused and satisfied. I had a chapter of Proper Scottish Wife rejected because a character didn't enjoy being beaten and raped. To be published in Literotica, the characters are required to enjoy some sexual satisfaction from their conduct, otherwise they'd be publishing the literary equivalent of snuff films. Take a deep breath and enjoy or not.
Ch 17 - Shamed Again, I take a Chance
Shizuko was getting close to finishing her second commission and Tanner wanted to watch one day as he had during the first painting. He had some things he had to do in the morning, but he promised to take the afternoon off to see me modeling. I was waiting for Suki to arrive at the gatehouse. She had so many problems being on time in the morning, though she was prompt in the afternoon, once she was awake. I, on the other hand, was usually early, and I was chatting with Jackson as I usually did while waiting for her.
"Jackson, my husband wanted to come and watch while I'm posing this afternoon. Is that okay?"
"Yes, ma'am. But since he wasn't placed on the guest list by the owner, he has to be accompanied by one of the security guards at all times. I apologize, ma'am, but those are the rules. If he's on the grounds, one of us has to watch him. You need to be aware it means one of us will be watching you posing as well.
"I understand; rules are rules. I'll let him know the consequences of his coming."
I texted Tanner.
Because the owner hasn't put you on the guest list, one of the security guards has to accompany you at all times. It means he will see me posing nude as well. Do you want one of the guards to watch me nude, or would you like to cancel?
Haven't they seen you nude already?
No. We have the run of the place. There are security cameras at and in the buildings, but none where we're painting. If we have to use the guest house for bathroom breaks, I put on a robe.
You've been naked in front of others before, on our honeymoon.
Including most or your office co-workers and many others besides, though none of the occasions was my choice and to Tanner's knowledge.
They were mostly strangers at the time except for Stan and Kathy, and on vacation far away. Whoever sees me today lives in Georgia and will see me every day I come here. Doesn't that make a difference to you?
You know how I like to show you off. I don't care.
He didn't care. If he didn't why should I. I've done worse. Being observed merely nude instead of naked and fucked would be a welcome change.
"Tanner said he didn't mind," I told Jackson, "but would it be possible to do me a favor?"
"Anything, Mrs. Mason."
"Since you already know it's me in the picture inside, could you be the one to escort Tanner? I'd hate to fuel any other masturbatory fantasies."
"But you don't mind fueling mine?" Jackson smiled at me.
"You've already admitted to them, yet you've been unfailingly polite and professional at all times. Better you than someone else who might not be."
"I'll be sure to escort him, Mrs. Mason."
I told him where we were located, about 200 feet to the left of the house along the shore. "Just out of curiosity, which branch of the military did you serve in?"
"Is it that obvious?"
"It is to me. My father served."
"Army, Third Battalion, 75th Ranger Regiment, ma'am."
"They're stationed in Fort Benning, right?"
"Third Battalion and Regimental Headquarters are. First Battalion is at Fort Bragg and Second Battalion's in Washington State."
"Thank you for your service." I stuck my hand out to shake his.
"I appreciate that, Mrs. Mason." He took my hand and shook it; always the professional.
Suki arrived and we took one of the carts down to our painting location. I told her Tanner was coming this afternoon and because he wasn't on the owner's guest list, one of the security guards had to escort him around, so I'd arranged for Jackson to do it.
"How do you feel about it?" Shizuko asked.
"Tanner doesn't care if the security guards see me."
"I didn't ask if it bothered Tanner. I asked if it bothered you. You're my model."
"Better Jackson than one of the others. He already knows it's me in the first painting."
"None of the others do?" Suki asked.
"Jackson said he's never said anything to the others. He doesn't know what they might have figured out on their own."
"You like him, don't you?"
"Jackson? I like him okay, I guess. Despite him knowing it's me in the painting, he's always professional and courteous. He doesn't stare at me and mentally undress me with his eyes every time I see him. Just the once the first day. I appreciate his politeness and honor his service in the military. He's a good man."
"Is that why we give him the little show before we leave?" Suki asked.
I smiled. "I asked him if he masturbated to images of me in the painting. He told me it wasn't the painting he thought of; it was me. I thought it would be funny if I gave him more to imagine."
"If you and Tanner were more like Erin and I, you could fuck him."
"We're not, so it's never going to happen."
We got set up and Suki started painting. We took a break for lunch and were setting up for the afternoon when I heard a horn beeping. I held the robe tightly around me, knowing Tanner and Jackson were arriving. The cart pulled up a minute later and Tanner got out and came out to greet us, giving Suki a friendly peck on the cheek and me a much bigger hug and a passionate kiss. Jackson stayed by the golf cart, well away from us. I appreciated his discretion.
Tanner took a seat in one of the two chairs Suki and I used to take our breaks. He invited Jackson to take the other.
"I'm comfortable standing, sir." He remained by the cart.
I removed my robe, conscious of Jackson standing at ease not too far away while my husband watched me undress. I took my position near the moss covered oak near the shore and was thankful I wasn't facing them. Suki started painting while I held myself still. Knowing both Jackson and Tanner were watching me did ratchet my arousal up a notch. My pussy felt slick. Forty-five minutes went by and Suki called a break. I turned to face them and accepted my robe from Suki, putting it on. Tanner vacated the chair so Suki and I could sit down while we rested. He went back to the cart to speak to Jackson. I glanced back and saw them talking a few minutes. I turned back to the front, drinking my water.
"How are you doing, Brooke?" Suki asked.
"Okay."
