Monday, November 13, 2006
Look how things develop
Monday, June 30, 1975
I’ve been having a bit of crisis of confidence. I wasn’t sure whether I should be so brazen. Playing my husband at his own game is all very well, but playing around does not come naturally to me.
I decided I needed some confirmation that I wasn’t a horrible or wicked person and that if couldn’t get what I needed from my own husband then looking elsewhere was natural. Bob was an obvious choice, but I thought of a far better candidate.
I headed into town and my favourite boutique. It was, thankfully, quiet and the familiar face of the attractive young assistant beamed back at me as soon as I walked in.
“What will it be today then?” she asked. I hesitated and said: “Something that will make me feel confident.”
It was her turn to pause and she finally said: “How about a cup of tea and a chat?”
It was the perfect response. I confided a few secrets to her (Angela, as I finally discovered her name is). I told her about my sex-free marriage, my errant husband, my decision to have some “fun” of my own and finally that I wasn’t sure whether a “frumpy, 30-year-old housewife” (that is how I often feel about myself) should be acting in such a disgraceful way.
Angela nodded her head, which I took to mean she agreed I was being a disgusting tart. I started to cry and she was quick to reassure me.
“I think you’re one of the sexiest women I’ve met,” she said. “I also wish I had your figure and your confidence. In fact, I do a bit of part-time modelling and I’ve suggested to the photographer I work with that you two should meet up.”
The tears quickly dried up. I told her she must be mistaking me for someone else and she shook her head: “No. The photographer is the husband of the woman who owns this place and he’s looking for another model to do some publicity pictures for the shop. I’m going to his studio this afternoon, you should come with me.”
I told her I wasn’t sure I was quite ready to be a model, but she insisted I should at least join her and meet the photographer and have a chat with him before deciding.
So, a couple of hours later, I picked up Angela in my car and we drove to this photographer’s studio. In the car she told me of the type of work she does for him, mainly clothes modelling for the shop. But then she giggled and said: “His wife doesn’t know that I also do some glamour stuff for him too. It is usually quite soft and not really full frontal, but it can be quite exciting. Jerry is a lecherous old bugger and his hands wander, but that is part of the fun. I’d get the sack if his wife found out.”
I don’t know why, but that piece of information suddenly got me interested and a little excited.
Jerry’s studio was in an old stable block next to his big house in the country. Angela said he used the gardens a lot as a backdrop, although they were due to do some glamour and lingerie shots today so they’d stay in the studio.
He wasn’t what I was expecting. He wasn’t at all smooth or suave, he was quite dumpy and overweight and I could see straight away that Angela’s description of him being a “lecherous old bugger” was spot on. Jerry was undressing me with his eyes as soon as I walked in.
Angela did the introductions and Jerry explained he was looking for a “nice and curvy girl” (his words) to model some of the shop’s new range of lingerie for some publicity pictures. I said I wouldn’t want anyone locally to know I’d done it, so wasn’t sure I would be the right choice. But he said the pictures were going to be used for a sale campaign in London and wouldn’t be displayed locally.
He asked me to take off my jacket so he could get a better look at my figure. He sounded his approval and said I was perfect for what he had in mind and when could I come in and do the shoot.
I told him to hold his horses and I needed time to think about it and he gave me his phone number and asked me to call him A.S.A.P.
I left Angela to do her modelling session and went back to my car. But by the time I got there I’d already made my decision. I wanted to do it, the only question I had was whether he would pay me anything.
I went back to the studio and overheard Angela say: “I told you she was fantastic, didn’t I?”
Jerry agreed and said: “Dead right. In fact, I’ve gone stiff just looking at her and that plumy voice of her’s is a real turn on. So before we get down to some shots, why don’t you help me with this?”
I head Angela giggle and peered through the crack in the studio door. She’d already unbuttoned her blouse and was just about to kneel in front of Jerry. I watched as she unzipped his trousers and reached inside to take hold of his cock. I suddenly felt really hot as she slowly sucked him into her mouth, rocking back and forth as his big meaty looking dick slid in and out.
He was by far the biggest man I’d seen and Angela was doing a pretty impressive job of sucking most of his cock into her mouth. I found myself wondering what it felt like and realised how turned on I was. I’ve never seen other people having sex before and I couldn’t believe how much of a voyeur I was. As much as I wished I was in Angela’s shoes, actually watching her having sex was proving just as much of a thrill.
Jerry wasn’t hanging about. He picked Angela up and led her over to the desk in the corner of the room. She bent over the edge, a position she was clearly used to adopting, and he pushed her skirt up over her hips and bum. He yanked down her panties so that they reached her ankles and felt between her legs.
Angela let out a delightful little yelp as he eased himself inside her. Jerry was grunting quite loudly as he began to take her from behind, but it wasn’t enough to drown out Angela. “Harder, come on harder!” she shouted in between screams and he duly obliged.
I was glad the house was so isolated because I couldn’t help myself. I crouched down and let my fingers explore my damp panties as I watched Jerry push harder and harder into Angela. I managed to finger myself to an orgasm just as Jerry pulled out of Angela and sprayed his stuff over her bottom cheeks.
I crept as quietly as I could away and hoped they wouldn’t hear my car start up as I left the driveway. I was still turned on by the time I got home and had another session on the bed with a few of my husband’s magazines before I took a shower and got ready to pick the children up.
Just before I left the house I phoned Jerry and arranged to go back to the studio next week for a few test shots. He asked me to bring a selection of my favourite lingerie and I heard Angela in the background shout a few suggestions of the some of the sets I’ve bought from the shop in the last few weeks.
I’ve been having a bit of crisis of confidence. I wasn’t sure whether I should be so brazen. Playing my husband at his own game is all very well, but playing around does not come naturally to me.
I decided I needed some confirmation that I wasn’t a horrible or wicked person and that if couldn’t get what I needed from my own husband then looking elsewhere was natural. Bob was an obvious choice, but I thought of a far better candidate.
I headed into town and my favourite boutique. It was, thankfully, quiet and the familiar face of the attractive young assistant beamed back at me as soon as I walked in.
“What will it be today then?” she asked. I hesitated and said: “Something that will make me feel confident.”
It was her turn to pause and she finally said: “How about a cup of tea and a chat?”
It was the perfect response. I confided a few secrets to her (Angela, as I finally discovered her name is). I told her about my sex-free marriage, my errant husband, my decision to have some “fun” of my own and finally that I wasn’t sure whether a “frumpy, 30-year-old housewife” (that is how I often feel about myself) should be acting in such a disgraceful way.
Angela nodded her head, which I took to mean she agreed I was being a disgusting tart. I started to cry and she was quick to reassure me.
“I think you’re one of the sexiest women I’ve met,” she said. “I also wish I had your figure and your confidence. In fact, I do a bit of part-time modelling and I’ve suggested to the photographer I work with that you two should meet up.”
The tears quickly dried up. I told her she must be mistaking me for someone else and she shook her head: “No. The photographer is the husband of the woman who owns this place and he’s looking for another model to do some publicity pictures for the shop. I’m going to his studio this afternoon, you should come with me.”
I told her I wasn’t sure I was quite ready to be a model, but she insisted I should at least join her and meet the photographer and have a chat with him before deciding.
So, a couple of hours later, I picked up Angela in my car and we drove to this photographer’s studio. In the car she told me of the type of work she does for him, mainly clothes modelling for the shop. But then she giggled and said: “His wife doesn’t know that I also do some glamour stuff for him too. It is usually quite soft and not really full frontal, but it can be quite exciting. Jerry is a lecherous old bugger and his hands wander, but that is part of the fun. I’d get the sack if his wife found out.”
I don’t know why, but that piece of information suddenly got me interested and a little excited.
Jerry’s studio was in an old stable block next to his big house in the country. Angela said he used the gardens a lot as a backdrop, although they were due to do some glamour and lingerie shots today so they’d stay in the studio.
He wasn’t what I was expecting. He wasn’t at all smooth or suave, he was quite dumpy and overweight and I could see straight away that Angela’s description of him being a “lecherous old bugger” was spot on. Jerry was undressing me with his eyes as soon as I walked in.
Angela did the introductions and Jerry explained he was looking for a “nice and curvy girl” (his words) to model some of the shop’s new range of lingerie for some publicity pictures. I said I wouldn’t want anyone locally to know I’d done it, so wasn’t sure I would be the right choice. But he said the pictures were going to be used for a sale campaign in London and wouldn’t be displayed locally.
He asked me to take off my jacket so he could get a better look at my figure. He sounded his approval and said I was perfect for what he had in mind and when could I come in and do the shoot.
I told him to hold his horses and I needed time to think about it and he gave me his phone number and asked me to call him A.S.A.P.
I left Angela to do her modelling session and went back to my car. But by the time I got there I’d already made my decision. I wanted to do it, the only question I had was whether he would pay me anything.
I went back to the studio and overheard Angela say: “I told you she was fantastic, didn’t I?”
Jerry agreed and said: “Dead right. In fact, I’ve gone stiff just looking at her and that plumy voice of her’s is a real turn on. So before we get down to some shots, why don’t you help me with this?”
I head Angela giggle and peered through the crack in the studio door. She’d already unbuttoned her blouse and was just about to kneel in front of Jerry. I watched as she unzipped his trousers and reached inside to take hold of his cock. I suddenly felt really hot as she slowly sucked him into her mouth, rocking back and forth as his big meaty looking dick slid in and out.
He was by far the biggest man I’d seen and Angela was doing a pretty impressive job of sucking most of his cock into her mouth. I found myself wondering what it felt like and realised how turned on I was. I’ve never seen other people having sex before and I couldn’t believe how much of a voyeur I was. As much as I wished I was in Angela’s shoes, actually watching her having sex was proving just as much of a thrill.
Jerry wasn’t hanging about. He picked Angela up and led her over to the desk in the corner of the room. She bent over the edge, a position she was clearly used to adopting, and he pushed her skirt up over her hips and bum. He yanked down her panties so that they reached her ankles and felt between her legs.
Angela let out a delightful little yelp as he eased himself inside her. Jerry was grunting quite loudly as he began to take her from behind, but it wasn’t enough to drown out Angela. “Harder, come on harder!” she shouted in between screams and he duly obliged.
I was glad the house was so isolated because I couldn’t help myself. I crouched down and let my fingers explore my damp panties as I watched Jerry push harder and harder into Angela. I managed to finger myself to an orgasm just as Jerry pulled out of Angela and sprayed his stuff over her bottom cheeks.
I crept as quietly as I could away and hoped they wouldn’t hear my car start up as I left the driveway. I was still turned on by the time I got home and had another session on the bed with a few of my husband’s magazines before I took a shower and got ready to pick the children up.
Just before I left the house I phoned Jerry and arranged to go back to the studio next week for a few test shots. He asked me to bring a selection of my favourite lingerie and I heard Angela in the background shout a few suggestions of the some of the sets I’ve bought from the shop in the last few weeks.
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