I am happily married to a wonderful man. My name is Suzie, and I’m twenty-five years old. John and I have been married for three months. John is an executive at a local bank. I am a glamor model.
We live in an upscale neighborhood and have a beautiful home. John is well compensated by the bank he works for, and I earn an excellent wage through my modeling. I have been a model for five years, starting my career when I was still in college.
John plays golf at our country club in a regular foursome on Saturday mornings. His three golf buddies are our neighbors, and we regularly get together as couples. The other couples are all a little older, in their mid-thirties.
I met John when I was twenty-three years old. I was hanging out with friends at a bar on a Friday night when John approached me and offered to buy me a drink. He was very handsome and appeared to be a couple of years older than me.
John smiled and asked, “Suzie, what do you do for a living/”
I knew he would be surprised by my answer. I’d been down this road many times when I met guys at a bar. I answered, “John, I am a professional glamor model. I’ve been doing that for a few years. The pay is excellent.”
John was speechless. He looked a little confused. He said, “Excuse me, did you say you are a professional model? I’ve never met a professional model. You are beautiful, so I can easily see how someone would approach you to be a model. I must say, that’s pretty cool.”
We chatted about our backgrounds, friends, hobbies, and world events. We both enjoyed ourselves and when John asked for my phone number, I was happy to provide it.
John called me a few days after our meeting and asked me out on a date. I readily accepted. I wasn’t currently seeing anyone, and saw a potential future with John,
On our third date, John asked me who paid me for my modeling. I told him a professional photographer hired me on a job-by-job basis for various magazines, advertising campaigns, company brochures, and even billboards. He was very impressed and commented, “Suzie, you are the most interesting woman I’ve ever dated. I’d love to see some of your work.”
I replied, “I’d love to show you some of the finished products I have been involved with. I think you will like them. My photographer, Bob, is incredibly talented and knows just how to direct me when we work.”
I was happy to share my work with John but left out that I occasionally modeled topless and even nude on a few assignments. That was too much to share, and I didn’t want John to think I was a slut without a moral compass. My highest-paying jobs often included me showing off my body. That included dresses showing a lot of cleavage, bikini photos with tiny bikinis that left little to the imagination, and even adult magazines.
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I was most concerned about how John would react to my adult magazine modeling. Many of my adult magazine assignments included modeling with one or more muscular and very handsome studs. The men would usually be nude and sometimes posed with very hard cocks on display. It was normal for them to be touching my body or fondling my tits. I am ashamed that I was photographed with a hard cock in my mouth and even halfway into my pussy.
I hoped that John would never see me in any of those porn magazines. I know guys masturbate when they see me fucking a black man with a hard cock in my hand or shooting a load of creamy jism on my face. I look like a very cute, innocent girl-next-door, who is naughty and nasty. Men fantasize about girls like me doing dirty things with studs.
Bob enjoys the porn sessions. I know he is aroused when he sees me posing with other men. I’ve seen him adjusting his pants when his cock gets hard. He has never tried to fuck me or take advantage of me. He is always professional.
I am sharing this with you so you have a complete understanding of my work assignments and the dilemma I face trying to have a normal relationship with a regular nice guy.
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John and I dated for about six months before I eased my nude modeling into our conversation. We lived together with marriage all but a foregone conclusion. I couldn’t live a lie.
I came home from a modeling assignment where I was photographed topless and decided it was time to kick the door open. John greeted me and asked, “How was your day? Did you enjoy the assignment? Tell me about it.”
I smiled at John and, with confidence and no embarrassment, said, “I had a fun day. I don’t want you to get upset or think any less of me, but I was topless for a few photographs. None of the photos show my nipples. They are sexy and suggestive but not x-rated or anything like that. When you see photos in magazines, it isn’t unusual to see very attractive women without tops. Those include jewelry ads, clothing ads, bikini ads, and the like.”
John was shocked. There was no way he expected to hear that I was modeling with my tits on display.
John stammered when he asked, “Were there men at the photoshoot that saw your tits and nipples.”
I smiled at John and answered, “There were five or six men at the assignment, and of course they saw my tits and nipples. My nipples won’t show in any advertising, but during the shoot, I was walking around topless. That’s natural. No hanky-panky or anything. Everyone is professional.”
John said, “Suzie, you are a professional model, so I guess I have to accept that there may be instances that I don’t like but are part of your job. I do have trouble wrapping my mind around the fact that five or six guys saw you topless today.”
I was very relieved by John’s reaction. The cat was finally out of the bag. I knew I’d have to ease into any discussion of completely nude modeling, but that was for another day. I stopped doing any modeling for adult magazines once John and I got serious and we started living together. That segment of my past would hopefully stay buried.
When we went to bed, John was very frisky. We have a good steady sex life, and John fucks me three or four times a week. Something was different that night. His hands were all over my body, and he was fondling my tits as though it was the first time he saw them. We had passionate sex, with John humping me with a vengeance. He experienced a dramatic orgasm after fucking me for only four or five minutes.
When he rolled off me, exhausted, I said, “John, what was that all about? You haven’t fucked me like that since the third time we had sex over six months ago.’
John stammered when he answered me. He said. “I was thinking about the five or six guys who saw you topless today. I know that comes with your job, but you have to admit it’s still pretty naughty. That’s the picture that was in my mind when I just fucked you.”
I was very surprised to hear that John was thinking about other men seeing my tits during the photoshoot. I asked, “Are you stimulated knowing that I was topless today at the photoshoot?”
John seemed embarrassed when he said, “I guess I have to admit I do get turned on knowing other men got to see your tits.”
John’s admission was a potential game-changer for me. If John was stimulated as he envisioned me topless, he might not get upset that I also model in the nude. That would probably stimulate him even more.
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Our daily lives revolved around work and spending time with our neighbors. We held cookouts at each other’s homes and also spent time together at the country club.
John’s golf buddies all had very nice and attractive wives. Me and John were the only couple not married.
To be honest, I was in another league from the other women. I was ten years younger with a kick-ass body. They all had kids and didn’t prioritize their looks or bodies. I wore skimpy bikinis at the pool with a thong bottom. My cute ass was a topic of conversation at the club.
John didn’t mind me showing off my body. I know he enjoyed being envied by the other men. I am genuinely a nice person, and even though the other women were very jealous of me, we were all still good friends.
I remember joking one Saturday night, after spending the day at the country club pool, when I said, “John, did you notice that all the guys at the pool were staring at my cute ass when I walked around.”
John answered, “I don’t know if they were staring at your cute ass, or your tits that were barely contained by your bikini top.”
I laughed and said, “You are a pig, and we both know you like that I show off my body. We always have great sex after a day of me being an exhibitionist in front of your good friends and other lecherous men at your club. I sometimes think you would enjoy them seeing me topless or even naked.”
John laughed and said, “Maybe I would like them to see your tits and pussy. That would be very naughty.”
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Six months or so after my topless modeling session, I was scheduled for an assignment that would require me to be nude.
John and I had been dating for over a year at that point. I knew John enjoyed watching me tease other men by dressing in provocative clothing and wearing skimpy bikinis at the pool, so I was confident he would be okay with me being nude in the scheduled photoshoot.
After dinner on a Friday night, when we were sitting in the living room with a glass of wine, I looked over at John and said, “You know I am modeling tomorrow for a resort brochure. I just found out that I will have to be nude. I will be photographed in a spa setting getting a massage. I thought you should know. I don’t want to keep any secrets from you, and as my boyfriend, I thought you should know that other men will see me naked.”
John was startled by my description of the modeling assignment. He said, “I appreciate you being considerate of my feelings and letting me know before time that you will be naked in front of strangers tomorrow. It certainly sounds professional. I look forward to hearing all about it tomorrow when you get home. I want all the details.”
John set down his glass of wine, came over to me, and told me it was time to fuck. We went upstairs and were naked in no time. I saw that John was ready. His cock was rock-hard. No foreplay was needed.
John fucked me hard. He plunged his cock into my pussy and humped me like there was no tomorrow. I immediately knew he was excited and stimulated, knowing I would be nude in the next day’s photoshoot.
John had an early morning tee time for golf on Saturday morning. He got out of bed and, before heading out the door, gave me a big kiss. That was unusual. He said, “Have a great day at the photoshoot. I want to know how many men see you naked. I am feeling a little anxious knowing other men will see your pussy.”
The photoshoot was at 1:00 PM. I had a nice breakfast, relaxed, and headed over to the photoshoot around 11:30 AM. When I arrived at the spa, there was a lot of action. Bob was busy getting everything set up. At least a dozen technicians were setting up lights and getting everything organized to showcase the spa in the new hotel brochure.
A nice hairdresser that I had worked with before fixed my hair. A makeup artist applied the makeup.
At 12:45 Bob set everything in motion. He told me to remove my clothes and head over to the massage table. I noticed that at least a dozen men were staring at me as I walked naked over to the massage table.
It turns out the hotel staff wanted to give input on the photoshoot. The General Manager, Director of the spa, Marketing Director, Advertising Manager, and their assistants were all there.
A massage therapist was waiting for me. I climbed onto the table and he told me to lie on my stomach. He massage my back, my shoulders, my legs, and my butt, He moved a towel around, as you would expect with a professional massage. As he moved the towel, everyone got a good view of my body.
I was directed to lie on my back. All the men observing the photoshoot got a very nice view of my tits and pussy. I had shaved my pussy, so my vulva and vagina were quite visible, depending on the angle of an observer and my position on the massage table.
The masseuse massaged my feet, legs, arms, shoulders, and tits. His hand brushed over my pussy when he massaged the tops of my legs. Just as he had done when he massaged my back, he moved a towel around. I am sure the observers enjoyed the ‘show’.
Bob’s camera never stopped clicking. I think he took a thousand photos. The photoshoot took about three hours.
When Bob announced he was done, he thanked me, the massage therapist, and all the other technicians for moving lights and making sure anything in the backdrop was properly positioned.
I got up, still nude, and also thanked everyone involved in the photoshoot. All the hotel staff came over and also thanked me for being such a good model. I felt a little ‘underdressed’ to tell the truth, but wasn’t embarrassed, even though I was nude, as I chatted with everyone.
The men stared at my body and checked me out, head to toe and everywhere in between. I was a little self-conscious when I knew they were checking out my tits and my pussy..
The GM was a man in his fifties. I could read his mind. He was thinking how much he would enjoy fucking me. No surprise there. He said. “Suzie, thank you so much for being such a professional today. You remind me of my daughter. You appear to be about her age. You are cute as a button and will look great in our spa brochure.”
I thought to myself that I didn’t remind him of his daughter at all unless he was into incest. I erased that disgusting image from my mind almost immediately.
I got dressed and headed home, knowing I was going to get hit with a thousand questions from John. Oh boy. I planned to share every detail of me being naked with almost fifteen men looking at my tits and pussy. I knew how John’s dirty mind worked and how stimulated he would be by vivid images that would drive him crazy.
When I got home, John was waiting with obvious anticipation of a naughty story. I told him to get me a glass of wine and meet me in the living room. He rushed to the kitchen, got my glass of wine, and rushed into the living room.
I caught him completely off guard when I told him to take off his pants and underwear. He asked me why I would ask him to do such a strange thing.
I looked John in the eye, smiled, and said, “You will want to beat off when I share the details of today’s photoshoot. I want to make you happy. I know what a pig you are, and I know how stimulated you get when I show off my body to other men.
I told John the story of my day. To put everything in perspective, I think it’s best if I simply share all his questions and my answers. In case you are wondering, John did stroke his cock while I told the story and answered his questions.
John started by asking, “How many men saw you naked? How long did the photoshoot last? Did anyone touch you?”
I calmly answered John, saying, “About fifteen men were watching me for about three hours. I was nude the entire time.”
John interrupted me and asked, “Are you saying they all saw your tits and pussy? Did you spread your legs? How close were they to you?”
I laughed and said, “Calm down. You will hear all the details. Of course, they all saw my tits and pussy; I was naked. I didn’t spread my legs, you pig. Maybe I should have, like a stripper at a strip club. I shaved my pussy this morning, so I’m sure a few of them had a nice view of my vulva and vagina. I received a full-body massage as part of the photo shoot. This is all about an experience at a spa, where full-body massages are standard. The masseuse massaged every part of my body while I was on my stomach and my back.”
John stammered when he asked, “Are you saying he massaged your tits? The men saw him massaging your tits? Did he touch your pussy? Did he slide his finger into your cunt?”
I laughed and replied, “You are a pig. He massaged my tits. It felt good. I liked that all the men saw him fondle and massage my tits. His hand brushed across my pussy, but that didn’t seem to be intentional. He certainly didn’t put his fingers into my pussy.”
I looked over at John, and he was beating off as he asked all his questions. I chucked and added, “Let me tell you that at the end of the photoshoot, all the men came over to thank me. They stood close to me to get an ‘up close and personal’ look at my body. They smiled as they looked me up and down and stared at my tits and pussy. I’ll bet they are jerking off at home right now. I saw a few of them taking photos of me during the photoshoot.”
John lost it when I told him about the photos. He unloaded three loads of creamy cum in his hands and all over his leg.
I started laughing. This was further confirmation that John was sexually stimulated when he thought about me being with other men, or having other men see me naked.
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The next morning over breakfast, I asked John if he was at all upset about my nude modeling job.
John said, “Suzie, I am conflicted. On the one hand, with you being my serious girlfriend, I know I should be upset with you doing nude modeling. On the other hand, I find myself fantasizing about you being naked with other men looking at you. I even fantasize about you being fucked by other men, and me watching .”
I was a little blown away by John’s honest and direct answer. The part about other men seeing me naked was something I expected and already knew was true. The part with John watching me fuck other men was completely unexpected.
Initially, I didn’t respond to John’s true confession. I had to spend time digesting what I heard. All men and women fantasize. That is healthy and normal. I decided to consider John’s comment nothing more than a fantasy.
John then said he told his golfing buddies that I was modeling while they were golfing. Joe joked and asked if I was on a nude modeling assignment. Jeff defended me in a roundabout way. He told the guys I was way too cute and innocent to ever get naked in front of a camera. Paul blurted out he could only dream of seeing me nude.
John shocked me when he said he joined in the fun and said, “Suzie is on a nude modeling assignment with the local hotel. They are preparing a brochure about the spa, and needed a nude model to be a customer getting a massage.”
I asked John a simple question, “Do you want your golf buddies to see me nude?”
John hung his head and answered. “I’m embarrassed to say I do want my good friends to see you naked.”
I felt more than a little horny when John told me he wanted his buddies to see me naked. They had all seen me in my skimpy bikini, but there is something about being naked that is more erotic and sexual.
I smiled from ear to ear when I replied to John. I said, “I think I will enjoy being naked in front of your friends. I hope you won’t be too embarrassed when you see them gawking at my tits and my pussy. There is also the possibility they will do more than gawk.
Over the next month or so, the topic of me being naked in front of his golf buddies was something we talked about a lot. The issue was how this would play out and seem spontaneous. Neither of us wanted it to appear that John planned anything. That would make him look like a cuckold, and make me look like a slut.
The opportunity we were looking for was a Friday night at our house when the guys planned to play poker and watch some sports on TV. I went out with the wives of John’s buddies to have some girl time together. When I got home around 11:00 PM, the guys were tipsy and drunk. I passed through the living room to say hello before heading upstairs.
Paul grinned at me and said, “Suzie, why don’t you join us for a drink, the night is still young?”
This was perfect and set the stage for a spontaneous, unplanned exhibition. I smiled at Paul and replied, “Sure, why not? I’m not the least bit tired. Let me go upstairs and put on something more comfortable.”
I went upstairs and put on a loose-fitting top and designer jeans. I went back downstairs and pulled up a chair to sit with the guys while they played poker. I had a glass of wine and watched a couple of hands. When I felt the time was right, I asked if I could play a couple of hands. John’s three golf buddies readily agreed for me to join in.
When I had my cards and the betting began, I asked John if I could borrow some chips. Jeff immediately said, “Suzie, why don’t you bet with an article of clothing? We can all switch to strip poker, as long as John agrees. There is always the chance you will lose all your clothes.”
I bet and then lost 1 article of clothing in my first hand. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so I removed my jeans. In the next four rounds, all the guys lost and had to remove some of their clothes. I then lost again and hesitated about what article of clothing I would be removing. Joe looked over at John and suggested I remove my top so he could see my tits.
I smiled and, without waiting for John to reply, pulled my top up and over my head, with my tits on full display. My nipples were erect. All the guys were gawking at me, sitting there topless.
I wasn’t embarrassed at all. I looked at the guys and said, “I assume this is what you wanted to see when you suggested we play strip poker. If I lose another hand you will be looking at my pussy. That is very naughty, as you all know.”
When I lost another hand and stood up and removed my panties, the room went silent. I was naked with John’s golf buddies and everything looked spontaneous.
I was bold and direct when I said, “I hope you are all happy. Now, fair is fair. I want to see some cock. Let’s all get naked so I can see what you are packing.”
The guys all looked at each other, uncertain of what to do. Paul said, “What the fuck. I’m more than happy to show Suzie my cock. Maybe I can get a blow job.”
All the guys stripped naked. I looked at four erect cocks and suggested we sit in more comfortable chairs and on the couch. I stood up and went into the kitchen for another glass of wine. I was nonchalant and confident. When I came back into the living room, Paul was sitting alone on the couch. He told me to sit down next to him. His cock was rock-hard.
I looked over at John and asked him if it was okay if I sat next to Paul. I said, “As long as John agrees, I am happy to sit with Paul. I’m feeling horny as hell, and I’m a little drunk, so you can’t hold me accountable for what will happen when I sit down next to a guy with an erect penis.”
I didn’t wait for John to answer and went over and sat next to Paul. I reached over and grabbed his hard cock in my left hand. He leaned into me and initiated a passionate kiss. He groped my tits, and I jerked him off. He lasted about three minutes before he shot off with a nice load of creamy jism.
I saw that John and all the guys were stroking their cocks. I went over to Jeff, got on my knees, and pulled his hand off his cock. I calmly took hold of his cock and guided it into my mouth. I sucked his cock and played with his balls. He also didn’t last long before I felt a surge of cum flow into my mouth. I swallowed his cum without hesitation.
I saw that John was covered in cum. He had jerked off as I gave Paul a handjob and gave Jeff a blowjob.
I smiled at everyone and asked John what I should do next. We had never fully discussed what would happen when I got naked in front of his friends. So far, the night was spontaneous in every regard. Me getting naked and having some harmless fun with two erect cocks, was not planned.
I felt naughty, dirty, nasty, and horny. I asked John, “Can I let Joe fuck me? I need a hard cock in my pussy. You can all watch me getting fucked doggie style.”
John simply replied, “Go for it. Why not? We are all adults here.”
I got down on my knees, and Joe stood behind me, holding his erect cock. He eased his cock into my wet pussy. This was going to be a nasty fuck. I shouted, “Give me that hard cock. Fuck me like a dog. I want your jism in my pussy.”
I looked at John as Joe thrust his cock in and out of my cunt. Joe fondled my tits as they flopped around. Joe grunted as he finished and dumped two loads of cum inside my pussy.
What a night. The strip poker game set the stage for a night of debauchery. John’s fantasy was no longer a fantasy. He watched his cute, beautiful wife being serviced by three studs while he watched.
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The next nine months flew by. We planned our wedding and had a beautiful ceremony with all our friends present. When the other wives weren’t present, we did acknowledge my slut behavior from time to time. John’s golf buddies would whisper to me that they would love to go another round with me. They would tell me how much they enjoyed whatever it was I did with them. Paul thanked me for jerking him off. Jeff thanked me for the blow job. Joe thanked me for being such a slut when he fucked me.
John said he was ribbed by the guys when they would call me his slut-wife or his hot-wife. It was all just fun. They all thought the night was completely spontaneous and that everyone played a row in the outcome.
Our friendship with everyone continued as though nothing had happened. The other wives would have been mortified if they knew what their husbands had done with me.
