The portrait

To make a long story short my wife ,42, had worked with Mr Thomas for about 15 years. He was probably close to 55. Through a series of mishaps he couldn’t get a model to pose nude for an art class project. He needed the class to qualify for a job at the museum when he retired. My wife worried over him until she got an idea. She would pose for him Now of course I fought this but I have to admit that I thought the idea kind of sexy. The nite they were to start I left the house early. I had insisted that the painting be done at our house. I parked my car down the street and snuck back in the basement. About a half an hour later I heard the doorbell ring. I heard them greet each other and exchange nervous banter. My wife suggested they have a glass of wine to calm down. It turned in to a whole bottle. At last she asked what they needed to do to get started. He stammered around that he needs to get the different shades of color of her skin tones. She asked if she had to be Naked for that and he said yes. I heard her walk into the bedroom. She was wearing high heels when I left. Shortly I heard the heels click back into the living room. There was a long pause and I heard him say “oh my”. After another pause I heard my wife say am I what you imagined?He stammered oh I never….and she laughed and said come on Mr Thomas I’ve seen you check me out. Do I live up to your fantasies. I heard him mumble and more. For the next hour she just sat nude while he mixed colors to match the shaded and unshaded parts of her body. He finally said I think we’re good for the night. She said good I’m not sure your heart could take much more. I snuck back up the road and got the truck and passed him as he drove home. When I walked into the house she was still wearing the heels and a sheer light robe that I could see her naked body through. We made great sex that night. Things stayed about the same for two or three nights. Then he said that one more night would be enough. That night while we made love I told her. I want you to fuck him. She didn’t seem that surprised. She said I was gonna ask you if I could. I said the only thing is IWant to watch. She was against at first but I insisted. So that night I hid in the closet and watched her pull him into the bedroom and suck his dick and fuck him in every position imaginable. When he left we fucked all over again. And I bought the painting at the art show.

By Anonymous

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