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Shy Wife Ch. 01

By: daydreaming101



My wife is shy, but I have been working on her.  Chris is an attractive 5'3", bond with blue eyes, not as thin as she was before kids, but still a fit 115. She is shy about her body, never showing too much cleavage. Most of my presents do not get worn in public despite the fact that I tell her she has a great figure and should not worry about showing a little bit of it. 

I have been working on her slowly and have decided to write some stories about my progress. If you want a story about a wife who instantly breaks down and has sex with all of her husband's friends in the midst of a crowed bar, this is not it. Reality is a bit more subtle, and my wife is not that type of girl. I hope you enjoy hearing about our walk on the beach. I hope to be writing more, but that will be up to her.

A Walk on the Beach

So, one day this last summer when the kids were gone for the day, I suggested to Chris that we head for the beach. I had a plan in mind, but she did not suspect. We gathered the usual stuff, piled it into the car and I took off for one of our favorite beaches in LaJolla – Torrey Pines. We got out of the Car at the parking lot above the bluffs and headed out on a hike down the bluffs to the beach. We always pack light for these trips because it is a good mile down the cliffs to the surf. The hike makes the ocean feel all that much nicer. 

When we got to the base of the cliffs, instead of stopping there, we headed south, just walking and talking, day packs on our backs. Before long Chris looked up and stopped in mid sentence as two nude men strolled toward us, their members flopping from left to right. 

"That'll wake you up," she said. "Looks like we're getting into Blacks Beach. Let's turn around."

"Why? It won't hurt us. Lets keep on walking." 

Chris shrugged and glanced sideways as we walked past the two men. 

"Too prefect," I said. 

"Good thing you do not have that problem," she said laughing.

We wandered through the north end of Blacks, filed mostly with well built young men. I commented on a few. Chris laughed and remarked about some particularly nice buns. 

"Lets turn around" she said, still a little uncomfortable.

"What? We're just getting into a little scenery for me." We were just through the predominantly gay male section and getting to the mixed area of the beach. 

There were still more men then women on the beach, but there were some couples, small groups and the occasional college coed. We passed by three women lying mid way between the surf and the sand, side by side, naked except for the t-shirts covering their faces from the hot sun. Their bodies glistened with sweat, their nipples large and relaxed, one pierced and sporting a gold ring. I discretely took them in as we passed.

Fifty yards further down the beach I stopped. "Here is a nice spot," I said.

"Wait a minute" said Chris. But I was already rolling my towel out on the sand.

"Come on," I said, "Lets just kick back here for a while." 

She looked skeptical but dropped her pack next to mine.

I pulled off my shirt, straightened my towel and popped off my trunks. Chris didn't see because she was turned the other way fishing for something in her pack. When she turned around ready to sit down in her fashionable but not skimpy two piece, she saw me naked in the sun and rolled her eyes.

"You're an exhibitionist."

"Hey, when in Rome." I replied. "You going to sit here with your suit on and have everyone think you are a prude?"

"I planned on it, she said," looking around. The crowd was sparse in this area of the beach. A guy in a beach chair sat about 30 feet away reading a book. A couples and several more guys sat a little further away. No one seemed to take much notice.

"Relax, its just a little skin," I prodded. 

"What if someone we know sees me?" 

"No one will see you, and any way, if they do, they will be as naked as you." 

"That's not comforting," she replied. I could see that she was torn, she did not want to be a prude but really had no interest in getting naked.

"Come on, have a little fun."

"Fun for who?" she replied. But after looking around again to make sure no one was watching, Chris knelt down on her towel, reached behind her back and undid her top. Quickly, she lay forward on her on her elbows with her breasts hanging down in front of me, shielded from full side view by her arms. The a guy just up the beach looked discretely over the top of his open book as she did this, appreciating his glimpse of her full breasts.

"You happy?" she said. 

I raised my eyebrows and opened my hands – gesturing the thought -- "What about the bottom half?"

She rolled her eyes and looked around. She paused for a minute. Our friend with the book appeared to be reading, no one else appeared to be watching. Finally, Chris got up to her knees, her beautiful breasts hanging just out of reach. She slid off her suit bottom to reveal her neat bush then quickly lay down on her stomach, with her nice ass exposed to passers-by, but her bush and creamy breasts concealed under her. "Now are you happy?" she said. I smiled.

I enjoyed rubbing suntan lotion on her back. The men walking down the beach seemed to as well. Some wore shorts or trunks – just there for a look. Others got into the spirit, keeping their members in control as they walked past. 

After about twenty minutes I was feeling hot, I was also ready to see if Chris would show a little more than her beautiful back side to the crowd. "Up for a swim?" I asked. 

Chris looked around. No one seemed to be paying much attention. "Sure," she said a bit hesitantly. She began to reach for her swim suit, but I took her hand and pulled her up toward me. "You don't need a suit for swimming" I smiled as I pulled her toward the water.

As we walked toward the water, I glanced down the beach and saw a few men in nearby chairs followed Chris with their eyes. We found our way into the waves and waded in. As we got deeper, Chris' nipples were tight and erect from the cold water. My member had been swelling but, well.... that's what cold water does. As we got in chest deep, Chris seemed to relax a bit. She was mostly concealed by the water – just an occasional flash of her bare breasts as a wave passed. We splashed and rode a couple of waves. 

After a couple minutes the guy with the book joined us, in for a closer look I guessed. Chris saw him but seemed to be having fun. Most of the crowd was quite a ways away back on the sand. We were in the water for half an hour and I think Chris almost forgot she was naked.

As we left the water and walked back to our stuff, the water ran from Chris' hair down her naked body. No hiding here. More people had set their stuff near us and I could see a couple of eyes follow Chris as we waked toward them from the surf. Chris felt it too, and she quickly lay down on her front again when we reached our towels. 

"You're going to get burned" I said. "Turn over and I'll help you with your sun screen." I smiled. "I think I can manage," she said. But she turned over and started to rub the sun screen over her still wet body. She lay back and closed her eyes. Chris' creamy breasts, newly coated with lotion looked beautiful in the sun and drops of water glistened on her bush. 

The beach was now much more crowded than it was when I coaxed Chris out of her clothes. I pretended to read my book, but mostly watched the strollers on the beach as they walked by, some naked and some in clothes. I could see the men glance at Chris. One even stopped with his cell phone and pretended to dial while he snapped a picture of Chris naked body, now dry laid out on the beach. 

After 15 or twenty minutes more I was dry. "Ready for a walk?" Chris said "sure" and started to pick up her stuff. "No, lets leave the stuff here," I said and stood up, ready to go, my member now returned to its normal size. "I don't think so," Chris hesitated, looking at the number of people on the beach. "Oh come on, you have been hanging out naked for over an hour, it's just a walk." I stretched out my hand then started down the beach. She paused for a minute then got up and we started our stroll down the beach.

As we walked, I could see the heads subtly turn in our direction. She noticed it too. "Are you enjoying this?" she said. "I feel like I'm on display." 

"You look nice," I said, "you can't blame them for looking." 

"But it makes me self conscious, I mean, these are not parts I usually show to strangers. I feel like I need to pull in my tummy and I don't know what to do with my hands." 

"Believe me. These guys glancing up from behind their glasses are not looking at your tummy. Your tits yes, that little bush of yours, yes, and don't worry, they are not rating you. They are just thinking how fun it would be to have you in the sack." 

"Thanks that helps a lot."

"Hey, just relax and enjoy the admiration. Take it as a compliment and have some fun."

"These Marines for example," I said as we looked forward and saw two young hunks with washboard stomachs jogging toward us in their olive trunks, carrying their t-sthirts in their hands. "Just look at those muscles. They don't care about your tummy, they just like your tits and would love to fuck you."

She blushed as they ran by. As I glanced over my shoulder I saw them checking her out over theirs. I was having fun, and I thought Chris might be starting to loosen up a little too.

We were getting to the south end of Black's, swim suits and joggers starting to mix in with the nude bathers. 

Just as I was ready to turn around I spotted a couple of tourists out to see the wild side of America. They looked like the were from Japan. He wore shorts, sandals with socks a Hawaiian shirt and had a big Nikon to his eye. She had her back to us, shorts sandals, a floppy hat and swim suit top. As I watched, I saw he was focusing not on his wife, but off center, waiting for us to come into the frame behind her. I smiled. I know how Camera shy Chris is. Even I only had a few pictures of her without her clothes. How would I set this up?

We walked forward, right past the tourists' wife. As we did I heard the shutter snap. I don't think Chris noticed. She was looking over her sholder. A full on view of Chris' lovely tits and full bush would soon be a part of "Our Trip to San Diego." 

As we approached the couple, I smiled, and said hi in Japanese – I know a few words from a business trip. He smiled back and we paused. In sign language I pointed to his camera, to me, to him and his wife, making the universal – "I'll take a picture of you" sign and smiled again. Obviously not wanting to offend someone he had just snapped nude, he smiled bowed and handed me the camera from around his neck. I motioned for him and his wife to stand together and snapped a photo. He smiled, bowed and started to walk back toward me. 

Chris stood off to the side, arms crossed, obviously feeling uncomfortable with a what that heck are you doing look on her face. "Now for some fun" I said to Chris who was standing off to the side. I held up my finger – "one minute," I motioned to our friend – Chris – " Get in the photo with them." I pointed from them to her, and back. He seemed to understand and agreed – this would be one to show the neighbors. 

"You've got to be kidding. You know I don't do photos." 

"Come on, this guy is from Japan, lets make this a story for their Friends in Tokyo. Those people will have no idea who we are. Come on, lossen up and have some fun." 

Chris looked at me and rolled her eyes. She blushed but got in the photo, standing to one side of the couple. "No not to the side of them, between them," I motioned as I talked. "There, put an arm on each of them." Chris complied. "Now put your arm around his sholder." Chis did this with another roll of the eyes. The woman, looked a bit unsure, but smiled. The man was clearly pleased. I paused. Now, put your arm ...I could not convey my meaning with jestures so I stepped forward. I placed his arm around Chris waist with his hand on her hip, her left breast pressed against him. I stepped back and snapped one photo, and then ahother. 

I handed the Nikon back to its owner. I had had my fun, but he wanted another snap –me Chris and his wife. As we took up a pose on eather side of her, Chris leaned over to me. "You owe me big," Chris said, shaking her head but in a voice sounding like she was starting to have some fun.

Wait a second, she said to the photographer. She turned to me with a barely detectable smile placed the bushing woman's arm around my waist, her fingers within a couple inches of my member. I palced my arm around the woman's sholders. "Fair is fair," said Chris as she got in the opposite side of the photo. Click.

We bowed and left our friends standing on the beach, camera in hand– a day beyond his wildest expectation. As we walked back down the beach, Chris shook her head and said I was an idiot, but she said it with a smile. I laughed and blushed and smiled thinking of out friends sharing their pictures of California back home. I may have been mistaken, but I even thought I saw her smile slightly at the two marines who were looking her up and down as they ran back down the beach.

Shy Wife Ch. 02



Shy Wife #2 -- My Model Wife

My wife Chris is 5'3," blond, 115, blue eyes and beautiful full breasts. Although she has a very nice figure, Chris is shy about showing it. For some time now, I have been working on her, trying to get her to show a little more cleavage, be a little more creative in bed, take a few risks and have some fun. A trip to our local nude beach helped a bit (see "A Walk On The Beach" for a full account), but Chris is still not comfortable with her body, however great I say it is.

My Present

A while back, I was at my Monday night sculpture class, three hours of winding down and pushing clay around. I admire the models who pose for us. They do not all have perfect bodies, but they are comfortable with themselves and willing to let us budding artists examine every detail of their figures in an effort to recreate them in clay.

Each week I look over the drawings hanging on the wall, the latest work by the figure drawing class that meets the night before. While standing there one evening, I began to imagine Chris taking off her clothes and posing for these men and women, letting them study her breasts, her curves, lips. 

I told Chris that she should model for an art class, but got a shake of the head and roll of the eyes. Since then, I have commented several times since that she should pose. I even took a card with the name of the drawing teacher on it from the bulletin board and give it to her, suggesting that she could surprise me with a drawing done of her by someone in the class. 

"How different can it be from the beach," I pleaded after our recent trip to Blacks' Beach.

"Well for one, the other people on the beach were nude, not sitting a few feet away studying every inch of my body, and besides, just because you got me naked beach, doesn't mean I will drop my clothes whenever you ask." Chris smiled, but there seemed to be no convincing her.

Back at sculpture class a few weeks later, I could not help but fantasize about Chris again as I stood in front of he sketches pinned to the studio wall as I waited for my class to start. The amateur artists had captured the model's full breasts and a beautiful figure in charcoal. They had been working on the torso, and I studied every inch. "Would love to sculpt her," I said to Steve, one of my fellow students who was also admiring the art work. 

"I would love to place one hand on each breast and work on her with my sculpting tool," he responded.

"Well, yes, that too." 

We walked back to our classroom, off the main studio and went back to our work, finishing a torso in clay that we had been working on for several weeks. I worked on the final details of my sculpture, the torso of a roundish woman with large pendulant breasts. On the way out that night, I stopped briefly by the sketches to admire them again. If only, I thought...

When I got home, the kids were in bed. I poured myself a glass of wine and sat down by Chris on the couch. "I have something for you" she said, smiling coyly and blushing slightly. 

"What's the occasion?" I asked, puzzled. 

"Oh, just something you have been wanting. Lets call it an early birthday present." Chris reached behind her and pulled out a roll of paper tied with a red ribbon. I took it from her, still not clueing in, and began to unroll it. It was a charcoal sketch of a nude....like those on the wall at class, only this one was not just a torso, but a fully figure sitting on a stool with her face tipped downward and to the side. I did a double take. It was Chris! Nude! Her face, her breasts, the dark triangle of her bush, every inch of her. At the bottom, it was signed "Chris. Thanks for posing for us. Love to have you pose any time. Mark." All of the sudden, I realized why the figure on the studio walls had seemed so familiar. They were sketches the class had done of my wife.

"You did it!?" She just smiled. "That was you all over the walls at class! But those didn't have a face...." 

"I know," she said slightly flushed. "The class was just doing the torso, but Mark did this one for me, he is really nice you know." 

Flushed, Chris as she told me all about the experience. " I knew how much you wanted me to do this. I kept the card you gave me and started to dial the number a bunch of times." Chris told me she finally screwed up her courage to call, almost hung up the phone, stumbled over her words. "But Mark seemed really nice on the phone and he set me up with his drawing class. 

"The night before, I almost backed out. When I got there, I paced back and forth at the building, I almost got back in the car and drove away, but I knew I couldn't back out. When I went in, Mark was so matter of fact, I felt a little better. I went in to the bathroom and changed into my bathrobe, and came out. Mark showed me where to pose, and said "lets get started..." Well, there was no turning back. I took off my robe and sat down." Chris said she was nervous at first but relaxed as time went on. "Mark said I was a great model," she blushed. Mark (the instructor) was in his mid 20s and handsome – I could tell she liked his attention. "So, I got a present for you and a little shopping money for me," she laughed holding up her $45 dollar check for three hours of modeling, her face flushed and her hands shaking a bit. 

I could imagine the scene, by shy wife disrobing for the class and being sketched studied and admired. The very thought made me hard.

"I hope you like the drawing," she said.

"I love it!" I assured her. "Lets see how accurate it is." I unbuttoned her blouse, stripped her naked and admired her body, just as Greg and I had admired the sketches I now knew were her on the wall at the school. I remembered what Greg had said, so took a breast in each hand and worked her waiting clit with my sculpting tool until I came long and hard inside her.

Our New Model

It was three weeks before my next sculpting class. As I drove to class, I thought about Chris posing for the drawing class at the school. I never imagined my wife would pose nude for an art class, but she brought me a beautiful charcoal sketch of her to prove that she did. If only I could convince her to let me hang it in the house, but that might be a bit much to ask, allowing our friends to admire her body too. I decided to have it framed and give it a try.

When I got to class, several of the sketches of Chris were still up in the outer studio, mixed with some new work of another model. As I stood and looked at them, several members of the class stopped by to look. I restrained myself from telling them the sketches were of my wife. That would just be my secret. I loved seeing her there on the wall, the art of her body on display.

I gathered up my things and went into our classroom, where I began to get my clay and sculpting tools ready for our next assignment. I was working intently and only half listening as our instructor Lauren began to talk: 

"As you know, we are starting a new session tonight. We will be working on the full figure so it will be a bit more challenging. The model I had told you about is sick, but I was able to find us someone else at the last minute. She will be with us for the next five weeks. I know you will like working with her. I saw her modeling for Mark's drawing class last month and she was just great. Class, meet Crystal." 

I glanced casually up to see our new model and then did a double take. My jaw dropped open. About 15 feet away, on the other side of the platform stood my wife Chris! She stood near a folding chair, wearing her paisley satin bath robe that came down just below her knees, her bare feet on a small piece of carpet tossed onto the cold cement studio floor. Chris did not make eye contact with me, but smiled and nodded hello as various members of the class said "hi." 

"Lets get started," Lauren said. All the air seemed to leave the room as Chris reached down to the belt around her bathrobe, untied the knot, and her robe fell open, revealing her bush and silky white skin. I was still in shock as she reached up with both hands and pushed the robe gently off her shoulders. With a shrug, the robe slid down her arms, and off her back revealing her creamy white skin and every inch of her body-- her pert creamy white breasts, her smooth lines and the neat bush below which her lips could be seen. I felt myself growing hard and had to move closer to my sculpture stand to hide it.

Chris dropped the robe off onto the chair and stepped confidently onto the platform just ten feet in front of me, naked and beautiful. Her creamy skin shone in the studio light, Her breasts were firm and her nipples large and relaxed in the warmth of the heat lamp that stood by the platform.

I was amazed. My mouth hung open as I watched her standing there. Just three weeks ago my shy wife had surprised me with a present I thought I would never get, a nude drawing done of her as she modeled for an art class. Now she was standing naked right in front of me and the rest of my sculpture class, our model for the next five weeks. 

Chris' was blushing slightly, but it probably was not noticeable to anyone else. She took deep breaths, but kept a calm exterior. Her breasts rose and fell as I took in every inch of her. Our instructor Lauren stepped onto the platform and worked with Chris until she was happy with her pose, sitting on a stool, leaning forward, her hands on the stool between her legs, her breasts pressed slightly between them. I could feel myself getting a hard on again, and struggled to regain my composure. This was too fun and I did not want to give away that "Crystal" was not just another model. 

Our instructor stepped onto the platform and began taking Chris' measurements with calipers, calling them out to us to help with proportions. I regained my composure and scribbled down her numbers -- lower leg, upper leg, torso, head. Then I began working on my armature, the little wire skeleton that supports the sculpture. I had a hard time keeping my concentration and kept glancing up not just to see the pose but to admire my naked wife in this group of strangers.

On our first break Chris stepped off the stand and went over to talk with the instructor, Steve walked over to me and smiled, "even better in person," he said, this should be a fun five weeks, think I can get her number?"

"Obviously, you failed to examine her ring finger," I said with a smile. 

Steve glanced over at the diamond on her left hand. "Never stopped me before."

"Well good luck," I said, "maybe I'll ask her too." I knew Steve would never get to first base with Chris, but it would be fun watching him try. 

Chris took her pose again and class resumed, before I knew it the three hours were up. She stepped off the platform and as I packed up my things, she slipped out. As others packed up there things one of the older men in the class remarked quietly what great breasts she has, another nodded and said it would be an easy five weeks. 

When I arrived home from the most amazing sculpture class I have attended, Chris had just put the kids to bed. They had been at a friend's house during class. Before I could open my mouth she handed me a glass of wine.

I shook my head and said "Chris what has gotten in to you" but she jumped right in.

"Mark, the drawing instructor called last night. He said a model was ill and they were a real bind, he asked if I would come down and fill in. I told him I was flattered but really didn't want to be a regular model. He told be that was a shame since I was so good at it... and couldn't I just step in as a personal favor. Well, he had taken a lot of time done that nice sketch for me to give to you, and I didn't want to just turn him down, so I said I would. Before I knew it, he said it was Lauren's sculpture class that needed the model and handed the phone to her, she was so excited and I had just promised Mark, so I said ok. she said "thank you, see you on Wednesday" and hung up. It all happened so fast I didn't even realize it was your sculpture class until I got off the phone. I tried to cancel but I couldn't reach her, and I couldn't just not show up. I really hadn't meant to model again after I got you your present, It just kind of happened."

Finally, she paused for a breath and looked at me for a reaction, thought I'm not sure why she needed to with all the prodding I had been doing. This was exactly what I wanted.

"You were great. That was even a better present than my drawing!" I said with a smile. Chris looked up with a look of relief and a smile returning to her face. " I don't care how it happened, this is great, I can hardly wait until you drop that robe next week."

After talking some more, I said "I think you may need some practice for next week." I led her to the bedroom where she put on her robe. "Lets get started," I said and she let it drop off her back and took her pose. I moved forward and stroked her naked body as she posed. I cupped her breasts in my hands and then moved down her stomach and slid on down, rubbing her pussy, which was already wet. I pulled off my clothes stroking her all the time then eased her out of her pose to her knees where she sucked me until my hot liquid ran down her face and chest. I pulled Chris back to her pose and rubbed my cum across her body as she held her pose, just like the wet clay of my sculpture.

Post Script

Chris was still hesitant about modeling for five weeks and said she felt much more self conscious because I was in the class. I told her, and showed her, what I thought, and she agreed she could not let Mark and Lauren down. She had started and would finish.

The next week I sat in front of my sculpture and again watched my wife drop her robe and step onto the stand in front of the class. I loved seeing her standing there nude as the class studied her curves. I had become better at controlling my excitement, but did have to adjust my shorts a few times. As my I touched my sculpture and worked on her breasts I was touching her. I rubbed the wet clay to form her features just like I had rubbed my cum across her body. As I looked at Chris on the modeling stand, I know she felt it too.

Five weeks passed quickly. Everyone's sculptures of Chris were just about done. Steve, predictably, got nowhere with Chris. He never missed a chance to take a measurement with his calipers. "I just need a measurement," he would say. The distance between her nipples, her ass, any part of her body he was admiring. Once or twice his cold metal calipers touched her, earning him a scowl from Chris and a rebuke from Lauren. He would have to content himself with stroking his sculpture as he admired her body.

Just before our first break in the last class Mark (the drawing instructor who started this whole thing) came into the room. He chatted a bit with Lauren and watched Chris on the platform. As I sculpted her I could not help but notice her slight blush and faster breathing. "Time for a break," Lauren called, and Chris relaxed from her pose. 

"Hi Crystal." Mark had taken a few steps forward and was standing at the back of the platform to my left, between Chris and the chair that held her robe. Chris turned and smiled at him. I could tell she was not sure what to do. She stepped forward toward the chair but Mark took a step forward and started to talk with her. Chris paused and started to chat with him, a little flushed but trying not to let it show. As she stood on the platform her breasts hung just a eye level for Mark. She shifted from foot to foot. After a minute (a pleasurable one for Mark) she pointed to her robe and I heard him say "oh, I'm sorry." Mark picked up her robe and held it up for her as she slipped into it. 

Mark left and the rest of the class was uneventful, well...if having a bunch of strangers studying every inch of your wife's body is uneventful.

At home I found out Mark had been asking Chris to model for his class again the next week. "I told him I couldn't," she blushed. "Told him I would be on vacation. He said 'maybe another time.'" Chris paused and looked down.

I raised my eyebrows and asked Chris whether she would model again.

"I might, depends."

That was not the answer I expected from my shy wife. 

To be continued? 



Shy Wife Ch. 03



Chapter 3 – Black's Beach Revisited

I had set out to get my shy wife Chris to be more adventuresome. Not every attempt was successful, and I will not bore you with my failures. But I am still working on Chris, without pushing her too far. She had gotten naked on the Black's Beach before and had her picture snapped with a tourist (Shy Wife #1), she posed for a nude portrait and modeled for my art class (Shy Wife #2). Here is my latest success.

I don't even remember what the bet was, but I was confident enough to wager a day at the spa.

"Yea, and what do you want from me?" Chris said, skeptically.

"Oh, just a return visit to Black's Beach – on my terms."

Chris was so confident that she was right that she did not even to ask what those terms were, other than her getting naked for some sun on the sand. In the end, I won the bet. Chris offered an expiation regarding how her answer really should have been right and rolled her eyes, claiming I had won on a technicality. 

Technicality or not, I won, and we set off for the Black's Beach the next weekend. As we were parking, I filled Chris in on what I wanted – "Ok, so here are the terms." She raised her eyebrows and gave me a skeptical look. "I'll take my chair and pack, I'll walk down the trail alone and find a spot on the beach. You follow in five minutes. When you see me on the beach, set up near me, but not too close. You don't know me. Just put down your stuff and get naked. No hiding, take off your clothes and let whoever is there enjoy the view." 

Chris sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Wait," I said handing her the sun screen. "You have to talk with whoever is near-by and," I paused "you have to get a stranger on the beach to rub some of this sun screen on your back. A guy that is, no chicks" I smiled. 

Chris just opened her mouth and let out a breath.

"Hey, you lost and you agreed to my conditions," I said. "Get him to rub the sun screen on your ass too and I will buy you that day at the spa anyway" I smiled. Chris couldn't even respond except to shake her head. "See you down there," I called as I started down the path to the beach, smiling to myself, leaving my still speechless wife standing at the car. 

The weather was perfect for a day on the beach. High 70s with a light breeze. I worked my way down the trail to the beach thinking about my plan. As I started walking south along the shore, the usual crowd of wieners glanced up as I passed. An older couple was pulling off their clothes and staking out a spot away from the water and the watchers. A couple of topless coeds sat in chairs. I wanted a closer look but didn't have the time, I walked further down the beach. I had to find the perfect spot, and I did.

Fifty yards down the beach I spotted them, three college guys spread out on their towels not far from the water, in perfect position to observe anything of interest that walked down the beach. They wore sunglasses and smirks. Two of them lay on their stomachs, propped up on their elbows so they could glance around if something merited their attention. A well built kid with curly black hair was sat facing the water taking in the whole view.

I set down my chair about 20 feet up the beach and a little behind them, just far enough away not to invade their space but close enough to hear what was going on. They glanced my way, but clearly I was not worthy of further thought. I pulled off my shorts, took out my book, sat down and waited.

The older couple who had been setting up further down the beach took a stroll past us. I saw one of the college guys, a skinny kid with brown hair give a subtle gag sign to his friends as the couple passed. I glanced at the walking couple. True, there was not much on the woman what had not headed south, but at least she was out here. You've got to give her credit. 

The usual crowd passed by, a couple runners, a tourist in Bermuda shorts, I guy in a Speedo with a thin woman who was topless. She was good enough to merit a raised eyebrow from one of my college friends – a freckled kid with tousled blond hair. 

After a couple of minutes, I glanced up the beach to see Chris a couple hundred yards away, walking along with her feet in the surf, her daypack on her back and a grass beach mat rolled under one arm. Her blond hair was pulled back and her long T-shirt covered her to the top of her thigh. 

As she got closer, my college friends glanced down the beach too, but there was nothing to see. One leaned over to the other while looking down her way, presumably to suggest what she might look like without the shirt.

As Chris got closer, I could tell she had spotted me. She stopped in the surf not to far away and then turned, looking up and down the beach, like she was looking for a place to sit. She paused and looked at the surf again and then turned and started waking up the beach toward me and the college boys. They looked away as she did this, but were clearly wondering why she was coming their way.

"Excuse me" she said smiling down at their naked bodies. "Do you mind if I put my stuff down over her" pointing to a space about five feet to the side and slightly in front of them. "I don't want to be bugged, and I thought if I sat near you it might keep the creeps away." 

"Sure," the curly headed kid said as his friends nodded and shrugged, possibly a little uncomfortable at being asked this by I fully clothed "older" woman as she stood over them.

"Thanks" Chris said, dropping her backpack on the sand. "I appreciate it."

Not as much as they will, I thought.

Chris unrolled her beach mat as my friends went back to their conversation and pretended not to notice her. The two on the far side did their best to watch Chris out of the corner of their eyes as they talked to their friend. 

Chris took a minute arranging her mat, perhaps trying to work up her courage. She took out her sunscreen, her iPod, her book, her towel, her water. There was nothing more to unpack, so she stood up and turned toward the water, looking out at the waves. She paused, then she reached up under her t-shirt and slid off her shorts, giving us all a quick shot of her ass. Chris Dropped her shorts beside her then reached down and pulled her T-shirt off over her head, revealing that she had nothing underneath. The air involuntarily left the conversation beside me. The guys lay on their stomach were glancing over their shoulders toward their buddy, but it did not take a genus to notice where their eyes were focused – her beautiful ass, naked back and a glimpse of her breast just visible from where they were laying.

Nice, I thought, but I had hoped she would face them for the show, that was what I said, "no hiding." As if she had read my mind, Chris took a noticeable breath, turned toward the college boys displaying her lightly tanned body and creamy tits. Her newly trimmed bush, formed a neat triangle above the lips of her pussy, just visible beneath. I had to concentrate hard to keep from getting hard. As Chris leaned down to arrange her towel on the mat, a look from her out of the corner of her eye said, "there -- you happy now?"

The quite conversation between my college friends self consciously resumed as Chris sat down facing the water and picked up her sun screen. She squirted some onto her hand and rubbed it into her feet and legs. As she reached her thighs and the area just above her neat bush, I could feel the conversation trail again. When she squeezed more cream out and rubbed it with both hands over her soft breasts and full nipples, the conversation fell silent. 

When Chris' neck and face was coated, she paused. Time for the other side, I thought, but after staring out at the waves a bit, she rolled up her shirt as a pillow, popped in the ear buds of her iPod and lay down closing her eyes. Her breasts with their new coat of sunscreen shined in the sun, slightly whiter than the rest of her tanned body. I had to work to contain my enthusiasm. I could see my college friends felt the same way. The curly headed guy turned to his friends and silently bit down on his fingers, raising his eyebrows, one friend gave a thumbs up and the other mouthed Owwwwww! 

As Chris lay naked in the sun, they continued to study her through their sun glasses, occasionally leaning over to each other, whispering comment and smiling. The men strolling down the beach did not seem to mind either, though most were discrete since it did look like she might be will the three guys sitting nearby. 

After almost a half hour, Chris' body started to glisten with a light coat of sweat. She picked up a towel and wiped her brow. Then she sat up, looking down at the water, her breasts hanging like ripe peaches. Time to turn over? I could tell she was trying to figure out what to do about the second part of her task. She glanced over her shoulder and looked at the guys as they looked down. She stood up with the sun screen in her hand and looked around again, but then she dropped the tube of sun screen and walked down toward the water.

The eyes of my college friends followed her, as did the several guys sitting a bit further away.

"Oh shit," one said as she walked out of hearing. 

"Fuck!"

"Yea, I could do that all day."

"Bit old for you don't you think," said the blond. "I think Pete has a bit of a Mrs. Robinson thing going on."

"What? She can't be much more than 30, and did you see those tits! She could ride me all day long!" 

"You wish." You see her ring?

"Yea. So, what's she doing here alone?" 

"Husband is probably some rich old fart." 

"Nice ass," the blond commented as Chris waded into the waves.

"I never got past her tits" said the skinny kid.

The conversation died out as they watched Chris dive into the waves. Down the beach, an older guy had walked to the edge of the waves where Chris was and started to wade in too. It looked like my college friends were not the only ones who thought she was hot.

The curly headed kid, who I now knew was Pete, followed the action with his eyes as the stranger waded out toward Chris. A couple minutes passed we all looked out at the water and watched Chris from the beach.

"Look at that guy. He's stalking her," said Pete.

"Yea, so."

"I just think I'll go down and make sure she's OK. She did ask us to help keep the creeps away," Pete smiled.

"Yea, you do that, and who's going to keep you away, creep."

"Fuck off," Pete said, flipping his friend the bird as he walked to the water. 

The older guy was within a few feet of Chris, chest high in the water. She was doing her best to ignore him but each time she moved off, he moved toward her. 

Pete waded in and then dove under and swam out into the waves. At first, he kept his distance, around twenty feet away from Chris. He caught a wave an body surfed in a bit then swam out again. 

Chris turned, and I could see her say something to the older guy who was right next to her by then. In two strokes Pete was there. After a couple of words from him the older guy backed away and swam off. I could see Chris smile. She and Pete talked a bit. He caught a wave and she caught another, hints of her naked body emerging as the surf surged around her. Standing, she pulled a bit of sea weed from her chest, turned and walked out into the waves again. 

A Chris and Pete continued to swim and chat, his friends had no end of comments. "Fucking hound dog" said the blond kid who had now turned to lay on his back so he could watch the action. 

After a few more minutes, Chris and Pete turned from the waves and started to walk in together. Clearly, Chris had her mind on other things because a particularly large swell caught her from behind and knocked her from her feet. In a second, Pete reached below the froth and pulled her up, his body pressed against her and his arms wrapped around her naked flesh. With his right hand firmly clasping her breast he brought Chris to her feet, then quickly moved his hands to her shoulders, obviously saying "are you OK?" There was a nod from Chris and Pete self consciously dropped his hands. 

With a smile, Chris pulled another a strand of sea weed form her chest and dropped it in the water between them. They both turned walked out of the waves. 

"Thanks again," she said as they got within earshot. "That guy was a creep, and I do appreciate you digging me out of the waves."

"Well, no problem, sorry about the hands."

Chris smiled.

Chris shook our her hair. Water glistened on her skin, dripping from her tight nipples and bush. This time, Chris made no attempt to hide herself from the eyes behind the sun glasses not so discretely taking in every inch of her body. She stood facing my friends and picked up her towel to dry herself. As she dried he chest their eyes followed. As she dried her bush, the air left their lungs. I know she felt their eyes on her, and she seemed to enjoy it.

Ok, now that was the kind of show I wanted. 

Chris reached down on her mat. She picked up her sunscreen and coated the back of her legs then she looked over her shoulder, discretely glancing at me an then immediately at Pete who was just sitting down.

"Pete, Could you do me just one more favor." 

"Sure, what."

"Could you put some lotion on my back. I can't reach it and I don't want to burn." She held the tube out as he looked at her.

"Sure," he said taking it from her hand. 

Chris lay down on her mat and propped her self up on her arms so her breasts hung down for me and for Pete's companions to admire. 

Pete looked over at his friends and raised his eyebrows. He squirted cream on his right hand and rubbed the white cream across Chris shoulders and she tilted her head down so he could coat her neck. 

"Make sure you get it all over, she said, I burn easily."

Pete spread the cream across her shoulders and back then, with another squirt continued down to her lower back. As he did this he shifted slightly, his member rising perceptibly.

He paused at the small of the back, not wanting to push things too far.

"Go ahead, and do the rest please, I don't want a burned rear." As Chris said this, she glanced briefly up toward me, raising her eyebrows and giving me a "SEE" look.

Pete paused then did as he was told. With a big squirt of lotion on his hands he rubbed it into her ass. His member stiffening more. 
 "Thanks" Chris said smiling as she rolled to her side and took the lotion from his hands, glancing down at his member. Then she lay her head down, popped in her ear buds and closed her eyes as Pete's friends gave him signs that I can only guess meant "you stud," "fuck," and "you dog."

Pete looked over my way and I looked down, lost in the moment, I had been staring not to discretely. I looked back down to my book as Pete returned to his friends. Damn, that was a better show than I expected. I read the same paragraph over a few times as I tried to contain my hard-on. Finally, I headed to the cold surf, to fix things.

As I walked back from body surfing a bit later, Chris was sitting up with Pete right beside her. As they talked quietly, I saw her smile. This attention from a young stud seemed to suit her. As I sat down, she pulled out a pen from her backpack and wrote something on his hand. Then she pulled on her T-shirt, gathered her stuff and walked off up the beach. I waited a couple of minutes and did the same.

When I reached Chris near the trailhead she smiled. "Day spa it is" she said. "Better be careful what you promise. You happy now?"

"What 'd you think?" I replied with a smile. 

Chris turned toward the path, but I had other ideas. Come this way, I said, holding out my hand. She followed as we walked into a little canyon just north of the path. We wound our way back from the beach. 

"Where are we going?" Chris said, but I think she knew.

"Right here should do," I said, pulling off my shorts to let my growing erection spring free.

"Here?" she said, looking around, unsure. 

"Yea." I reached over and pull her shirt off over her head with little resistance.

"But what if..." 

Next came her shorts.

"No one will see." I assured her, spreading my towel on the sand and easing her down onto it. 

With no further resistance I moved Chris onto her knees and she bent over in the missionary position. By then I was rock hard. I slid my cock into her wet pussy, wet and waiting. Clearly, I was not the only one turned on by our trip to the beach. 

As I started to bang my wife in that little canyon, I looked up to the cliffs above and saw him. Sitting with a pair of binoculars looking down at us. "No one will see us...except him," I smiled to myself. 

I started to thrust harder and Chris pushed back, shoving my throbbing cock deep inside her, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. As I glanced up again, I say the voyeur on the hill now had a camera with a long lens to his eye. The hot lava that had formed inside me during Chris' show came flowing out. I came, and came again, filling her with molten liquid as he documented our primitive ritual on film.

We fell panting in the sand. 

"Fuck, that was good," I said.

"Yea," smiled Chris, looking around and reaching self consciously for her shirt.

As we walked back up the trail I asked Chris what she wrote on Pete's hand.

"Oh, just my email address" she said with a smile.

"A fake one, I suppose?"

"No, I gave him my real one," she said with a shy smile. 

I gaped.

"I don't have to answer," she replied defensively.

"I may just have to chain you up."

"Not today," Chris replied. "One fantasy a day is more than enough for me." 



Shy Wife Ch. 04



Chapter 4 – A Portrait for the Office

I know Chris' progress has been too slow for some of you. But, I as I said in the beginning, she IS shy – hence the title. These are my real stories of getting her to open up, show some skin and have some fun. I think its working, as you can SEE in this update. Not outrageous for some women, but Chris does not take pictures – at least she didn't.

Sure, I had tried to get Chris to pose for photos lots of times, but with limited success. She is not one of those girls who will just pop her top and spread her legs so her husband can snap a few, even for personal use. 

This episode did not even start with me asking for sexy photos, I just wanted a new photo for the office to replace the wedding photo that had been there for years. My friend James who has a small photo studio said he would do a nice black and white portrait of Chris, nothing fancy. He mostly shoots products for catalogues, but he sometimes shoots people for his personal work, and he was more than glad to do a session with Chris. 

"Don't think you'll see much cleavage" I had told him as I glanced at a couple of tasteful nudes hanging on his studio wall. "She is as shy as they come." 

After Chris went for her sitting with James, I asked her how it went. "Fine," she said in a matter of fact way. "I'm going down to look at the proofs next week."

Sure enough, late the next week she came home with some nice portraits. We picked a couple for the house and one for my office. Pearl earrings and necklace, black dress – just right for the office. 

I didn't think anything more about it. A few weeks later, I was driving past James' studio and decided just to stop in to say hi.

"Hey, the photos of Chris turned out great, didn't they," James called over to me as he finished up with a client.

"Yea, really nice. Replaced the old one in my office."

"How about the others," he said as his client walked out the glass door at the front of James' studio. "Bet you were surprised."

"Huh?" I replied with a confused look on my face. 

"You know, the ones for home…" he said giving me a knowing look.

"I have no idea what you are talking about," I told him.

James couldn't believe it. He told me several times that I really should ask Chris about the shoot, but after some prodding he finally agreed to fill me in.

"Well," he started, "the formal stuff went really well. Chris had a glass of wine and we talked a bit. I had her bring some casual stuff to wear too, and I had some time before my next appointment, so I ask her if she wants a few casual shots. Ok She says, so I pour her another glass and I go through the clothes she brought. I pick out this jeans jacket and a lace top for her – a good look -- and she goes back to change while I get the lights set and pull out a white backdrop. She comes out and we start shooting. I take a few with her in the Jacket, but it's not quite what I was looking for so I ask her to take it off." 

"Well, she hesitates and says that she thought we would just be doing the jacket and top together. Naw, I say, lets just do some with just the lace top. So I get the camera ready and when I look through the view finder I see why she wanted the jacket on – she has nothing on under the top…. Maybe she was just thinking it would be a sexy look with the jacket on, but now her nips are just peaking out at me through the lace and she is looking a little bit uneasy." 

"You sure you don't want to ask her?" James said.

"No," I said smiling, "sounds like you had some fun, I want every detail." 

"Ok then," he continued. "Well, I'm admiring her tits through the top as we shoot and I just go on shooting, saying how nice she looks and she starts to relax. When I say she has nice breasts, she gives me this look like you are pushing it buddy, but thanks for the compliment. So we shoot a few more."

"At this point she has on these old jeans and the lace top, but she is getting a lot more comfortable, so I ask her whether she wants to shoot with anything else on. 

She asks what I have in mind. So, I look around and toss her this long bit of lace I use sometimes. She looks at it and says what do I do with this and I tell her to wrap it around her instead of her top. She gives me that same look again and tells me I am pushing my luck, but then she turns her back to me and pulls off her top. When she turns around she has herself all draped in this lace." 

James dropped a photo in front of me, with Chris' face mostly hidden but her tits fully revealed behind a curtain of lace. 

"Nice" – I said smiling and not quite believing that my shy wife had popped off her top and posed for James. James looked a little uncertain but I urged him to go on with the story.

"Well, so I comment on her nice body and we shoot a few. We banter a bit, and I run out of film. While I am reloading, she turns her back again pulls off the lace pulls on her T-shirt so I figure were are done. I start to put my stuff away while she is walking around the studio, looking at the stuff I have on the wall. She says how she really likes some of he figure stuff and I tell her I'm always looking for models – you should think about posing, you've got a nice trim body from what I've seen and your good in front of the camera."

"I don't think so, she says. What would I say if my friends waked in here and saw me up on the wall. I told her they would be jealous, but she just smiles at me. So I tell her if she changes your mind let me know. I walk up the photo she is looking at on the wall and tell her I'm working on some figure studies like these, just body parts and no faces, mostly hidden behind a screen. You'd be great. She kind of shakes her head. Well, just let me know if you want to give it a try, I say, you'd be a great model."

"Well, Chris goes on drinking her wine and looking at the stuff on the wall while I am putting stuff away. Then she drains her glass and says Ok."

" Ok what? I ask her."

" Ok, Ill pose for something like that, she says pointing to this nude of a woman shot from behind that I have hanging on the wall. No faces though, she says. So I ask her when and she says now is fine."

I could not believe it. This did not sound like my shy wife who I had worked so hard to get to show some skin. 

James continued. "So, I look at my watch. I have an hour before my next sitting so I say Ok, let me set things up. I already have the screens set up for the series I am doing with torn paper and figured she would be perfect. So I start re-arranging the lights and stuff. When I turn around she is standing there in her long T-shirt. I see her jeans panties, bra and the rest piled on a folding chair by the wall. Where do you want me, she says. Well you know the response to that question -- that would be anywhere – that is if she wasn't your wife," James paused smiling, a little uncertain whether he should go on. 

I smiled and assured James that I wanted every detail, so he went on. 

"Well, I tell her to stand behind the screen I have set up, there's a rip in the paper and I am going to shoot through that. So she steps behind. I can still see her outline and shadow as she pulls off her T-shirt and tosses it on a chair to the side. Well, I ask her to step toward the rip in the paper." 

"I thought we were going to do some stuff from the back like the one on the wall, she says."

"No, I tell her, I am your front is what I need for these, but don't worry, there are no faces. She takes a tiny step toward the rip. No, so I can actually see you, I say. So see takes a bigger step and I start shooting. Came out nice don't you think? James pointed to a large blowup on the wall behind me that I had glanced at when I came in. I hadn't even recognized my own wife but that was her."

"You like it?"

I assured James that I did I loved the idea of Chris body being shown off in his lobby for his customers to admire.

"Well, I had her slide over and show some more, she moved a couple inches, so I tell her to line slide until her bush was right in the rip, she thought that sounded a little too revealing, but I tell her these are about your body and I wanted you to show it to me. So she slides over and steps right against the paper so I can see he outline through the paper and get a nice curve from her bush to her right breast." 

James slid me another photo. 

"So I told her I wanted to do some focusing on her bush, I thought she might be to shy, but she just joked that she didn't think that would bring in any customers. I told her she could have customers any time she wanted with that for an ad, and she told me I was real funny. I told her to move a little to the right so I could get that little freckle just to the left of her bush and I shot this."

James slid across another shot. 

"A little too much for my wall, but I will drop it in my portfolio."

"I finished with the screen and she stepped out from behind the screen with her back to me and was picking up T-shirt. But I still had some film left in one of my cameras. My rule is never stop shooting when you got a naked woman there to pose for you. So, I said up for few more shots. She looks over her shoulder and says ok, turning and kind of holding her T-shirt in one hand in front of her."

"Well I didn't have time to set up anything fancy. Just turned off all but one of lights. Get rid of that T-shirt and lets shoot some over here, I tell her. Well she walks over, I fill another glass of wine for her. She drops the shirt and stands there with nothing but a glass of wine as I re-arrange the backdrop and, if you don't mind my saying so, admire her bod." 

I could imagine Chris, standing near James, a glass of wine in her hand, her nipples soft from the hot studio lights, her body waiting to be directed by him.

"So I have her sit down on a black backdrop and I start to shoot again with nothing particular in mind, just playing."

He tossed down a couple of prints. "She does have nice tits by the way," James said. I had to agree. 

"I told her what a nice body she had and even got a smile from her, then asked her to lie down so we could shoot some more. If you ever decide to show your face, let me know, I told her. I could shoot some really nice stuff that I won't put on the walls." 

"Ok, she says."

"Ok yes or ok you'll call me, I ask her"

"You got me here, better shoot before I change my mind, she tells me." 

"Well, you don't have to ask me twice. I have her lay back and drop her head back. I come in close to her face, just a few feet away. 'Just relax, I tell her, and I shoot this one." James tossed down a beautiful shot of Chris. Her naked body was artfully concealed by her shoulders, but her beautiful face was no longer concealed.

I could see her in the studio, letting herself go and giving herself up to James' camera.

"Well I had just a couple of frames on the roll so I stand up. She is still relaxed and I keep talking to her saying what a nice pose she is in and how nice her skin will look in the black photos, 'till I frame this one and Click. Just perfect I think. James slid across another photo, and he was right. 

"Whew," I said feeing my self getting hard. 

"Damn right," said James. "Shot the rest of my roll and almost shot my wad," he added smiling.

"Well, after this one I asked her to lay all the way down, lets heat it up I told her as I'm starting to change the film in my camera." 

"What do you want, she asks, a loaded question at that point, and I tell her to use her imagination and I will let her know when she's got it right. So I'm taking out my film and she starts to rub her tits a bit, with her hands, Nice, I say, but hotter, so she starts to run her finger around one of her nips. Good, I say, then she reaches between her legs and starts to fondle her pussy." 

"Well, I start to fumble with my film. My palms are sweating and I can't get the damn thing loaded, and she starts to squirm a bit, I can see her pink taco, and I'm about to cum in my pants."

"Well," I said looking for more photos. 

"Well then the fucking bell rings to tell me there is someone in the lobby. Shit, I say, thinking my customer is early. I don't want anyone just wandering back so I tell her I'll be right back and I go out. Its just a the fucking UPS guy. By the time I get back, though, Chris is pulling on her jeans and stuffing her bra and panties into her bag. I tell her its just the UPS guy, but she says she has to run, thanks me and heads out the door," James shook his head.

"Too bad it got cut short," I said "but these are hot." James had to agree. "What did she say when she saw them" I asked.

"Well James said, she blushed a lot. I told her how I loved the shape of her breasts and how well her natural bush worked with the look I was going for. How about taking up where we left off, I ask her. No, she says, I think I had a bit too much of your wine. What if we get that buff UPS guy in on it, I joke with her. Tempting, she says, but no. Well your body is just perfect for my art stuff, I say, how about at least doing some more of the art stuff." 

"Maybe she says, I'll think about it." 

James' story floored me, I wouldn't t have believed it if I didn't see the proof. Chris still hasn't given me the prints, these are from James. But, even though she has not shown me the evidence, I'm thinking that I may have to re-title my stories.



Shy Wife Ch. 05



Chapter 05: Deal Me In 

My wife Chris is an attractive 5'3", bond with blue eyes, not as thin as she was before kids, but still a fit 115. She has been shy about her body, never showing too much cleavage. If you have read my other stories, you know that I have been working on breaking Chris out of her shell. (If you have not, you may want to start from the beginning.) First, I coaxed her into baring all at a nude beach. Then, she modeled nude for an art class. We retuned to the nude beach and, on a dare, she let a college boy coat her with sunscreen. In my last chapter (with photos) she went in for a portrait and ended up dropping her clothes for a photographer friend of mine. What more could a husband want? Well.... 

One February night earlier this year, Chris and I went out to dinner with our long time friends Russ and Stacie. Our kids were on an overnight with a friend and their daughter was with her parents, the perfect excuse for a night out -- dinner, conversation and a couple bottles of wine, the usual. We have been friends with Russ and Stacie since college, Chris even went out with Russ a couple of times, but it never went very far. Anyway, that was a long time ago and is a subject that is not mentioned between her and Stacie. Stacie is 5'4", dark hair and eyes, she is thin and athletic with generous breasts and a sarcastic streak a mile wide.

After dinner and a couple of bottles of wine, we were feeling good and stopped off at our house for an after dinner drink. Chris made martinis while I lit the fire. 

"It's only 9:30, we have no kids – we should go out dancing or something," said Stacie.

Russ looked up. "No, lets relax here." 

I picked up a deck of cards that was sitting by the fireplace, recently used for a game of go fish. "Game of cards?" I said, joking.

"Sure," Russ replied, "how about strip poker." "Yea right" was Stacie's predictable response. But Russ persisted and, a few minutes later, Stacie had taken up the challenge. She had convinced Chris to play too – though Chris looked a bit skeptical. "I'll give it a try," she finally said with a shy smile "I do have some cute undies." 

Maybe it was the drinks, maybe she had taken our conversations about adding a little spice to our love life to heart, maybe it was something else. Frankly, I didn't care what it was, I was surprised and pleased. It was one thing to get naked on the beach with a bunch of people you would never see again or to be the anonymous model for an art class, it was another to strip in front of friends she saw every week at PTA meetings. I doubted that things would go too far, at least no further than her "undies," but this could be fun.

The Martini's were poured and we settled our self on the carpet in front of the fire. As I dealt the first hand, I thought I would give things a little push so I laid out the rules. "OK, here it is. Plain old fashion dorm room poker. Dealer calls the wild cards and names the game. Two rounds of betting – ante is one item of clothing – bet another after getting second round of cards if you want to stay in. Remove your clothes and put them in the pot either when you fold or when you loose a hand."

I glanced over at Chris and gave my push. "Now, no chickens allowed. You can't leave the game before it ends and keep your clothes." 

Chris protested -- "Hey, I said would play, but...."

"Nope, if you leave early, you've got to take off the rest of your clothes. That's the rules." 

I could see that Chris had counted on getting down to her "undies" or maybe her panties if she felt really wild and then pulling out. Although she had been adventurous in front of strangers, close friends who we saw all the time were different. 

Chris looked around for support but drew no support from either Russ or Stacie, so she didn't protest further, but she did look a bit more doubtful.

I continued. "Once you are out, you stay naked and serve drinks for the rest of the players. The game ends when only one player is left, or when everyone agrees to stop."

Chris started to say something, then stopped.

"So when you are down to nothing you are out of the game?" Said Stacie in a challenging tone. 

"Well Stacie, once you are down to nothing, you can get me another martini. But, if you really want to stay in the game, I'm sure we can find a way to give you a chance to get back in."

"Yea, how?"

I paused for a second and decided to push a little more. "Well, a player needs something to bet. Once you are out of clothes you have nothing left to bet – except – well -- yourself -- against – lets say -- four items of clothing from each player. If you loose, you are part of the winnings for the evening. That player can keep you, or he can bet you and you go into the pot to be taken by the winner. If you win, you are back in the game – If you're game."

"Hey," said Chris, "not that I'm planning to loose or anything, but a little skin is one thing, I'm not ..." 

"Don't worry, we're just having a little fun." I interrupted, sensing her cold feet "once you're out of clothes you are out, the only way you can loose more than your clothes is if you want to try to get back in." 

"That's comforting" she said, "looking like she was starting to re-think the whole thing."

Half an hour and a round of martini's later we were having a good time. In the early rounds, Stacie and I had been doing well. Russ had lost his shirt. When Russ removed his sock, we all called for him to put it back on. When Chris removed her bra, through the arm of her blouse, so she revealed nothing, she got boos as she dropped in into the pot. 

After taking off her bra through her sleeve, Chris was down to her skirt, blouse and panties. In the next round of betting, Chris drew four cards, after that she folded. Things were now getting interesting. I could tell Russ thought so too. He re-adjusted the small pile of clothing in his lap.

Chris stood, unzipped her short black skirt and let it fall to her ankles. "Ooh, nice leopard undies." Said Russ, as Stacie and I laughed. Chris smiled coyly. "Thanks, glad you like them." 

Russ picked up his winnings, though what he was going to do with Chris' skirt, my sock and a bra was unclear. 

I dealt the next hand. Chris took four cards, she bit her lip giving a deep sigh and then folded on the second round of betting. As Chris stood, I could feel myself getting hard. 

Chris' blouse was long in the front and back so it came down just covering her panties. With a noticeable blush, she slipped her fingers into the sides of her panties and slid them discretely down, until they dropped and fell at her ankles. As she slipped her panties off, we got a quick glimpse of her bush, before it was again covered by the bottom of her blouse. She stepped out of her panties, sat down and cross legged so her blouse just covered her bush. She dropped her panties into the pot, then downed the rest of her drink. "OK, deal." She said, "I need to make a come back." 

Russ dealt the next hand. Not much there, I took three' as did the rest, apparently no one felt to confident since everyone stood pat at the second round. Stacie and I turned up pairs and Chris turned up two pair. Russ smiled as he turned up three threes. "Read 'em an weep."

Stacie and I tossed in our antes, a sock and a shoe. I looked over to Chris with anticipation, my palms sweating. She could not back out now. My shy wife was about to strip for our friends.

Chris gave a deep sigh and stood up. Flushed, she shakily unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse then, with a deep breath pulled her blouse up over her head, revealing first her beautiful bush, then her white silky stomach and finally her full creamy white breasts. As we whistled and clapped, she blushed and did her best to make light of the moment. With an exaggerated motion she dropped the shirt into the pot. Chris held her hands out to either side. "Ta da! You got me naked, now who wants drinks." 

Russ was taking in every inch of her, not too discreetly. "Want to have a go at winning them back?" he said as he held up her leopard undies and looked her straight in the eyes. Still flushed, Chris said "No way, that's it for me kids. This is all you get. Drink orders?" 

As Chris set out to the kitchen still naked to get a round for us all, Russ watched her go. Stacie dealt as she looked over at Russ. 

That round of drinks sure took Chris a long time, but she seemed to have regained her composure when she returned. The rest of us were betting freely and, by the time she returned with a tray of Martinis, the tide of the game had turned yet again. Russ was down to Chris' bra, her panties and his boxers. His eyes followed Chris as she entered the room, something that was not lost on Stacie as she glanced at him and then across to Chris.

"Drinks anyone?" Chris bent over with her tray of drinks to offer them to the three of us sitting on the floor. Her breasts hung at eye level, just in front of Russ. As he leaned forward Russ' fully erect cock poked out of the slit in his boxers. Chris raised her eyebrows. "I take it that means yes," she said with a blush and a smile as Russ tucked himself back in.

"See something you like honey?" Stacie said with a smirk.

We each took our drinks, and Chris sat by the fire a few feet away. She was trying valiantly to look comfortable, but she had no way to hide her naked body.

On the next round Russ bet all his remaining clothes. He turned up three tens, but Stacie had queens. She held her hand out for her prize. He dropped the bra and panties in her hand and stood. As he pulled his shorts down, Russ's rock hard penis bounced up and down and then stood at attention. Chris watched with noticeable interest and shifted her position, giving a little whistle and clap. "Well," said Chris, "that's more like it. I could use some kitchen help." She picked up the tray beside her and began to stand. 

"Giving up?" Said Stacie. "Afraid of what I might ask you to do if I owned you." 

"I never said I was out," Russ replied, with a quick look and smile.

"Hey, I have no interest in owning you," I interjected, "unless of course you want to fix the sink in the bathroom." 

Russ looked up at Chris. "You want back in?" 

"I don't think so." she said. 

"Come on, its a fair bet," Russ cajoled "my body against yours," he smiled "so to speak." 

As he said this, I glanced over at Chris and started to shuffle the cards. Chris stood there naked and beautiful, her nipples relaxed from the warmpth of the fire. She was standing with the tray in one hand biting her lip. She shifted her weight from one foot to another with an uncertain look on her face. 

"Chris?" I said.

"Um..."she paused and flushed again. "Um... well, I was... well, um... what the heck ...if Russ is going to, then ...I...well...why not... I've never owned a naked man."

I looked up at her flushed face. "What? You want in?"

"Um...Yea...Deal me in" she said, glancing at me then down at the floor. 

To be continued...



Shy Wife Ch. 06



Shy Wife Ch. 6: Deal Me In -- Part II

I was shocked. My formerly shy wife was about to bet her naked body in a game of cards and either win Russ as her prize or join the winnings of another player. The surprise showed in my face and my dick again began to rise inside my shorts. 

Chris set down the tray and re-joined our circle, taking up her original position, sitting as demurely as possible across from Russ.  

"OK," I said, "five card draw, deuces wild. Russ and Chris ante up with – well themselves -- against four items each from Stacie and me."  I felt myself getting hard and hot as I dealt the hand. Russ's member stood at attention and Chris hands shook a little as she picked up and held her cards. She took two in her trembling hands, Russ one, Stacie and I took three. I held a paltry pair and turned them up, Stacie had two kings.  Chris smiled, she looked at Russ,–" three tens" she said. Russ face remained steady. He lay down a pair. 

"Looks like I own you." Chris said with obvious relief. Russ smiled as I would in his situation -- being Chris' prize could hardly qualify as a loss. But then Russ laid down two four fours and a duce – a full house. "Nice try, but your tits and ass belong to me now," he said with a smile. "Bring those nice tits of yours over here."

He held out his hand and Chris took it to stand up, a little flushed and trembling. She sat down beside him. "What do you do with a naked lady?" Russ asked.

"Bet her," Stacie suggested. 

"No way," he replied. "Your turn to deal Stacie," he said to his wife who looked on skeptically. Russ pulled his boxers back on over his erect penis and piled his other winnings beside him with Chris sitting among them. He laid his hand on her thigh; she flinched ever so slightly and took a breath, looked up at me and then looked down, but did not remove his hand. 

"If you boys can bring your attention back to the game," Stacie said, "this is five card stud." 

We smiled. "OK, deal," I replied.

We played a couple hands. As we played Russ lightly rubbed Chris thigh with two of his fingers. She squirmed, took a deep breath, glanced over at me then looked down again. It was plain that she did not know what to do.

Stacie lost both hands. She had been up by quite a bit so she still had plenty of clothes, but she seemed to have lost her concentration. I think Russ sensed this too. "Hey Chris, how about a shoulder rub," he said, glancing over at Stacie, who tried not to react. Chris got dutifully behind Russ and began rubbing his shoulders. "No, lean closer so I can feel your breasts." She flushed bright red, but leaned closer, right against him. "No, don't use your hands, just the breasts." 

Chris paused, glanced at me and opened her lips as if to say something. Then she looked at the floor. Chris put a leg on either side of Russ. Then she put her hands behind her head, closed her eyes and leaned forward, rubbing her soft breasts against his back as she swayed back and forth. "There that's good," he said. 

"Oh yea!" I thought, as I saw my wife's supple breasts caress his shoulders and back, her eyes closed. I never in a million years thought she would do something like that, but she said she would play and was not going to back out now. Besides, I had seen the way she looked at Russ's hard member. Secretly, I think she wanted him, but she would never admit it, even to herself. 

Stacie's jaw had dropped and so did her cards. I could see them, a pair of sixes. I was having a hard time (literally) keeping my concentration too. Despite that, I won the hand. I guess Russ thought he needed to regain some concentration, or perhaps he thought he might shoot his load. Anyway, he sent Chris for another round of drinks and we continued to play. 

Stacie's concentration appeared to be completely blown. Where earlier she had been mostly winning, the tide had turned. She bet too much when she had poor hands and luck turned against her on the good ones. 

When Chris returned with another round of drinks. Russ had Chris lean against him and hold the glass to his mouth each time he wanted a sip. This did not help Stacie's concentration. She lost another hand and slid off her short skirt to reveal her skimpy embroidered black lace panties, through which I could see her closely cropped bush. She lost her blouse on the same hand, revealing a matching lace bra, cut low and almost transparent around the embroidered pattern. "Nice Stacie" I said. She gave me a fake half smile. Her attention now seemed to turn from Russ and Chris, to her predicament. "Just deal," she said to me.

Another hand and I turned up four of a kind to Stacie's full house. The three of us watched as she unhooked her bra to free her ample breasts. She stood and let the panties drop too, her closely trimmed bush accenting her perfect figure. "Had enough?" said Russ. He glanced in my direction and saw my admiring gaze at his wife. 

"No way," she said. I plan on winning -- or being the prize -- that is if you think you can handle me." She glanced my way.

"Well, why wait." I said – "your body against four items – more than fair I think." I received a more genuine smile from her as I dealt the cards. At this point I had hardly realized through my excitement that Russ's pile of booty had grown larger as mine had been shrinking, although he wore only his boxers. The remainder of his winnings sat next to him by Chris or on her lap.

I tried to muster my concentration. I wanted to own Stacie's breasts. But, in the end I lost the hand to Stacie. Russ reached into Chris' lap and drew out two belts and three socks. No way for Stacie to cover her exposed beauty with those. As he retrieved the items from Chris lap, he made no effort to avoid touching her, in fact he rubbed her bush.  

I did the best I could to keep Stacie naked, but had to contribute my pants to he equation to total five items. She pulled my pants on and sat there bear breasted and smiling wearing my pants as she dealt the cards. 

Russ won this time, I gladly contributed my shirt to keep it from falling into Stacie's hands and covering those gorgeous breasts. Now I was in deep danger of being naked for the first time that evening. My erection had not subsided since Chris lost her clothes and was fighting its way out of my shorts. Russ dealt and won again.  

Off with my shorts. My erection sprung free to hoots and claps from Chris and Stacie. "Ooh, looks like you have been enjoying the game," said Stacie. 

"Just who is that for," Chris said, as I eyed Stacie's bare breasts.

"Well?" Russ said.

"My turn for a comeback now," I said "and Russ, please fold if you think you might win."  My body was now on the line. I dealt the cards but my luck went south. Two pair to Russ's three of a kind. Stacie, however, turned up a straight. Russ contributed a belt, two shoes and a sock that he retrieved from Chris lap with another gratuitous rub of her bush.

Stacie raised her eyebrows but turned her attention to me " I believe I own you. My turn for a little back rub now" she said looking at me with a sideways glance at Russ. "Over here slave."

Well, I always figured I would be the winner and have both girls, but being Stacie's prize was not so bad. I would get to rub her shoulders and look down at her breasts. Little hope for anything else, but who knows. I sat down behind her and began to gently caress her shoulders as Russ smiled and shuffled the cards, ready for the next round. Clearly, he was thinking that winning both girls would top off his night. After he dealt, he reached over and fondled Chris' breast, smiling across at Stacie.



She smirked back at him. "Get close behind me," she said to me. " I want to feel your excitement."  I willingly complied and rubbed my member against Stacie's lower back with my hands on her shoulders. 

Russ would not be outdone. "Why don't you sit in my lap doll," Russ said to Chris as he got ready to deal. Chris glanced over at me. Maybe she was looking at Stacie, I can't be sure. But she slid around and sat down in front of Russ, her legs crossed. He wrapped his legs around her and under hers, so he was sitting cross legged with her in his lap. He reached around her on either side and dealt the cards as Stacie looked on. 

Once he had dealt the cards, Russ glanced at them, then brought them back to Chris' chest, just at the top of her breasts. Then he dropped his left hand down and ran it around her soft nipple. Chris squirmed slightly and drew in a breath. "What's wrong?" he whispered, "you know I own you." 

"Well yea, but this is going a bit far... don't you think?" She said looking at Russ and then over at me.

"Well, you are the one who bet it all." I said. 

Chris looked unsure, she dropped her gaze to the floor. She was breathing heavily, As her breasts rose and fell. As Russ continued to fondle her left breast as the nipple grew hard. He drew three cards, put them in his right hand and dropped his left hand down to her lap where he began to stroke her pussy. 

Chris drew a deep breath and put her hand down taking hold of his. "OK, I know I said I would play and everything, but I didn't really think it would go this far, I mean... you know ..." Her voice trailed off as she looked over at me for my reaction. 

"He won you fare and square. What he does with you is up to him."

"Anything?" she said, in a shaky voice, not sure of my reaction. 



"He can screw you right here if he wants" I replied. But, from the look in Stacie's eyes, I am not sure she agreed.

Chris dropped her hand and did not protest as Russ again began to stroke her pussy. She was flushed and her hands were shaking.

"Shall we play this hand then?" Stacie interjected. Russ turned up a pair to Stacie's three of a kind. He dropped two items into the pot with his right hand, as the fingers of his left slipped into Chris' obviously wet vagina and began to work her clit, her pink flesh now showing between her open legs.

At this point, Stacie said "Hey slave, I'm getting tired of sitting like this, lay down over here." I lay down on my back on the carpet beside her. The next thing I knew, Stacie had slid out of my pants and was straddling me with her back to my face. She leaned forward and brought her cunt back toward my mouth. I needed no instruction.  I worked her with my tongue until she opened like a clam. She moaned and squirmed as I worked her clit. 

As I worked Stacie's wet flesh with my tongue, I heard an "Oh, yea, that is good" from Russ. I could not see them, but I knew things had progressed. What was my sweet wife doing to him?

That thought lasted only seconds before my cock felt warm and moist. Stacie had leaned forward and wrapped her lips around it, pumping up and down and working the head with her tongue. I felt as if I would burst. She stopped for a moment and then held it like an ice cream cone, licking the head. "Don't come yet" she said "this is about me not you." I tried to concentrate on her clit and hold my load. Russ moaned and Stacie paused for a split second. She then swung her legs around, turned and mounted me, her wet pussy sliding firmly over my throbbing member. Her full nipples hanging like mangos in front of me.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Russ sitting with his legs out in front of him and Chris pumping penis with one hand and licking the head with great enthusiasm. Russ fondled her breasts as she sucked.

Stacie's slender muscular body pumped up and down on me, her breasts bouncing in front of me. I grasped them in each hand and held them firmly as she leaned back and rode me. I pulled her forward licking her breasts as she continued to pump and I lifted my hips in response giving her the best ride I knew how. She sat up and grabbed my pecks in each hand moaning and squirming. 

Through my ecstasy, I could see that Russ had now laid Chris out on her back and thrust his throbbing dong into her waiting cunt as he pinned her arms back over her head. She moaned as he thrust, her legs spread wide and her breasts bouncing with each thrust. He grabbed a breast in one hand and thrust again a look of pure pleasure on his face. Chris mouth was open. She squirmed and moaned again. Russ was not he only one enjoying the fuck.

I could not contain myself any longer, Stacie moaned and I burst, filling her cavity with the molten liquid that had been waiting to escape all evening. She bounced and squeezed as I fired, pulling every drop from me then collapsing, her sweat covered breasts against my heaving chest.

Russ also gave a holler, which I took to mean that he was filling my sweet wife with his steaming liquid. She squirmed and moaned as he thrust twice more then lay on her chest, his head on her supple breasts.



It was a few minutes before anyone spoke. "You were great." Russ said to Chris gulping down the last of his drink and standing, his dick limp for the first time that evening. Chris gave him a shy smile, then glanced in my direction. Stacie shot him a sideways look as he started to pull his shorts on.

"The game's not over" she said. Russ looked quizzically at her. "I haven't agreed to quit," she said.

I had lost my clothes and my body in a card game – becoming a sex toy for Russ's wife – not a bad fate. I had watched my sweet wife strip, weaken, bet her body and be fondled and fucked by my friend Russ right in front of me. As far as I was concerned, the game had been beyond my wildest expectations. What more did Stacie want?

Russ looked over. "Come on Stacie, its almost one a.m. and I have fucked you before."

"But remember the rules" she said – "its not over until everyone left agrees." 

"So what are we going to do – play all night over who gets John and Chris' clothes?" Russ asked. "I'm certainly not interested in John."

"No – one more hand – winner takes all," she said. "I bet all the clothes, John and me against all your clothes Chris and you." 

Russ stopped picking up his clothes.

"You know you want to fuck both of us at the same time," Stacie said with a smile. "I can see it in your eyes." 

Russ set his clothes down and smiled. "Ok – you're on."

He reached down and fondled Chris beast. "Another drink for me and Stacie barmaid – better make this water or I won't be able to stand up – if you know what I mean."

Russ picked up the cards. As he shuffled, Chris got a couple glasses of water and sat beside Russ, his cum ran down her leg and she no longer made any attempt to stop him as he fondled her breasts. When he moved her hand into his lap she obediently began to massage his limp member to bring it back to life. She leaned against him as she rubbed his cock, forgetting her earlier protests.

Russ began flipping cards across the floor to Stacie. "Five card draw, deuces wild," he grinned. "So, what are you after Stacie?" 

She shot back a sarcastic grin – "oh nothing. You know I like to watch. I thought you might like to give John a BJ. That's all." She grinned.

I became concerned for the first time in the evening. "Hold on, I did not sign up for...."

"You made the rules" she shot back – "you may have lost, but you had plenty of fun, now it is my turn."

Russ was un-phased. "You have to win first," he said with a slight grin.

They held their cards close. Stacie took three, so did Russ. Both left their drawn cards sitting face down in front of them. "Well," Russ said. He set down his hand, a three and a two.

Stacie turned up a pair of queens. "Appropriate don't you think," she said.

"Well lets take a look at the rest of the cards." Russ turned up a queen, no help. 

"Prophetic," Stacie said but turned up a five.

Next Russ turned a six and Stacie another five. She smiled, two pair.

Russ turned over his last card as I held my breath – 

Russ smiled as he saw it and I breathed a sigh of relief – another duce.

Stacie needed a miracle but got none. She rolled her eyes and tossed her cards down.

The game was over and Russ collected his winnings. "No what was that you were saying Stacie?" He pulled her over to him with one hand and Chris with the other. "I've fallen and I can't get up" he said. "Perhaps I need mouth to member resuscitation." He guided Stacie's head to his lap where Chris had been rubbing and she obediently began to suck. 

"And you," he said to Chris – "lick me."  Chris leaned forward and started to work Russ's nipples with her tongue as Russ hands roved over her body. He felt her breasts and reached down to still dripping cunt as his erection gradually grew hard in Stacie's mouth.

My erection had reappeared as well. I reached down and rubbed it gently as I watched.

Russ now brought Stacie's head up to his left nipple while Chris worked his right and he gently brought Chris' right hand down to his erect penis, which she began to stroke and without coaxing, leaned forward and began to suck. Russ leaned his head back with pleasure. 

Russ leaned forward and said something I couldn't hear, first in Chris' ear then in Stacie's. There was a slight pause by both, then Stacie turned to Chris and touched Chris' right breast. Chris reciprocated. Chris began to run her finger around Stacie's nipple and it grew hard. Stacie leaned forward. 

Russ said something else in Stacie's ear and she began to kiss and lick the nape of Chris' neck. She continued down to her breasts, sucking the nipples into her mouth and working them with her tongue. Russ whispered to Chris and she lay back on the pillows and put her hands back behind her head while Stacie worked her. I was hard as a rock.

As Chris lay back on the pillows Russ whispered into Stacie's ear. A glance at Russ, a slightly longer pause then she worked slowly down Chris' stomach. Chris spread her legs and her pink pussy glistened, still dripping with Russ's cum. Stacie's tongue caressed her clit and Chris leaned back with her eyes closed. I was shaking with excitement, but could only watch.

As Stacie ate Chris, Russ got behind Stacie and mounted her doggie style. He pumped her as she continued to eat Chris, who was beginning to squirm. Chris moaned. "Lap her up" said Russ as he pumped. Stacie complied. 

Russ pumped and Stacie ate. Then, Russ looked over my way and saw I was about to burst. "Care for a turn" he said "I think I will fuck your wife some more." He slid back from Stacie and I quickly took his place. Sliding my member into Stacie's dripping cunt.

Chris rolled over and Russ mounted her doggie style. As he pumped her, slowly at first, I watched. Chris was sweating, flushed, breathing hard, her eyes closed. Chris did not hold back. Russ grabbed Chris' hips, pushing harder, and she began pushing back hard against Russ with every push by him, harder with every thrust. Chris' breasts swung wildly as she grunted, Her mouth hung open as she moaned. She was enjoying every second. Her body glistened with sweat. She was an animal. 

My wife, who had never strayed before, was being fucked by my friend Russ in front of my eyes, and she was fucking him back as hard as she could. 

I could not contain myself. I gripped Stacie's hips hard and thrust my pole into her again and again. I came long and hard, filling Russ's wife with all the cum I could muster as I let out a primal grunt. 

Russ smiled as his rock hard dick plunged again and again into my sweet wife and their bodies slapped together in primal ecstasy. He came with a yell – squirting his hot liquid into Chris' cunt as she moaned and then collapsed exhausted on the floor, still dripping with Russ's cum........

.......

A few nights later as we lay in bed, I told Chris I would never complain about our love life again. She rolled over, got on to her knees, her cunt presented to me and said "Just shut up and fuck me Russ." I smiled, and I fucked her long and hard. 

........

Well, that's the evening, or at least the best I can remember it through the Martinis. Some times things get started and there's no stopping them. I don't know if I will write more stories, but if I do, I definitely need to change the title.



Shy Wife Ch. 07



Chapter 7 -- Short Straw Loses

Those of you who have read my Shy Wife stories know that I have been working on Chris (5' 3" blond and cute) to get her to have a little fun and show a little skin. For a shy wife, and despite what she has done for me she still is shy, I have gotten further than I ever expected. But she continues to need encouragement, and that is where this story starts.

Several months had passed since my last success with Chris (Shy Wife Ch. 6) the strip poker game that exceeded my wildest expectations. I am sure the martinis had something to do with the evening that followed. I have tried to keep things interesting, but Chris has put on the brakes, so I have tried to take a step back.

I suggested modeling again and Black's beach, but was getting nowhere. So this is where the conversatoin started just the other night, as Chris stood in the kitchen and I sat in the breakfast nook.

"Why do you always want me to do something? How about doing something for me this time."

"Sure, what do you want." 

"Oh, I don't know, a weekend at the spa, a weekend in the mountains. Something like that."

"Ok -- how about we do this. I will put down what I want on a piece of paper, you do the same, we drop them in a hat and pick one." 

"So, if you pull mine, you give me whatever is on the slip?" Chris asked showing looking interested. "Sure," I said unconcerned about her requests. "Whatever you want. And if we pull mine you give me what I want."

"But what if its too outrageous?" she said. I assured her it wouldn't be -- just something fun to keep things exciting. 

"I don't know," she said, "I don't like agreeing when I don't know what you want." 

I could see I was loosing her. "How about this," I said, " if you draw mine and do it, then I will give you what is on your slip, that way we both get something out of this."

"So, I get mine either way?" She asked. 

"Sure, either you draw yours and we do that or you draw mine and you get yours too, that is if you do what I've written down."

"So, I don't have to do it if I don't want to?"

"No, but then you don't get yours either."

Chris cocked her head to the side slightly and narrowed one eye, looking at me and considering. "Ok" -- she said, "you're on." Chris pulled out a sheet of paper from a drawer under the phone in the kitchen and tore it in half. She handed me a pencil and took one herself. Chris set hers down on the kitchen counter and put her pencil in her mouth looking thoughtful. I stood at the far end of the counter and started to write. 

I had to figure out something fun that would test the limits a bit but not push things too far, since she would simply turn down anything too outrageous . I glanced up at Chris. She had a smile on her face and had just started to write. She looked up at me. "No peaking" she said, hiding her sheet.

"All right" -- I said moving to the kitchen table. I thought for a minute and then came up with the perfect idea. Nothing outrageous, just a little something she had been too shy to do. I hope that what she was writing down would be important enough to her that she would go for it.

I finished my fantasy and folded the paper in half. Chris was still writing -- quite a spa trip I figured. She finished, and looked up an me. "No peaking" she reminded me and folded her paper in half too.

"Ok," I said, "give me yours and I will hold them behind my back, you just pick a hand." 

"I don't think so" she said, sure I was gaming her, though I wasn't planning to.

"Here," she said pulling out a strand of spaghetti from a box sitting on the kitchen counter and breaking it into several pieces. She turned her back to me, then turned around again, holding out her hand in which she had placed two of the pieces of spaghetti. "Short straw looses."

I reached out my hand and went back and forth from one strand to the other. Was it the one sticking out further to make it look longer? I looked into her blue eyes for a hint as I paused on that one. Nothing. Then I switched to the other strand and continued to watch. I thought I saw the corner of her mouth move slightly, a give away? I moved back to the first strand -- she stared at me intently and I think she started to blush slightly. Reaching forward, I drew out the straw -- Chris let out a sigh, rolled her eyes and opened her hand, which was shaking slightly and held the short straw.

With a smile, I slid my note across to her. 

You have shown your beautiful smile and you nice tits on the beach and in an art class. Now I want you to show them to the rest of the world. I want you to submit a photo to a web site of my choosing for everyone to see.

"Are you serious?" Chris said opening her eyes wide and letting out an exasperated breath.

"Yep," I assured her. 

"You know I don't do photos," she said. 

"You did for James," I reminded her. (Chris had recently gotten up the courage to give me a series of nude photos taken by my friend James when she had gone in for a portrait. (Shy wife #4))

"Yea, I but I didn't show those to anyone but you."

"What do you mean? I said, "Your beautiful tits and bush are hanging in the lobby of his studio." 

"I know," she said with a blush, "but no one knows that is me. It doesn't show my face."

"I know it's you, and so does James," I added with a smile. 

"You don't count," she replied, ignoring my comment about James. 

Then, Chris seemed to see a way around her dilemma, with a smirk she said, "Ok -- I'll post that one." She could show everything and nothing. She thought she had me. 

I took a minute to re-group. Showing a faceless body, no matter how nice was, was not what I had in mind. "No -- see the note. It says 'your smile'"-- I said pointing to the words on the page. 

She rolled her eyes again. 

"Besides, I have the prefect site in mind, it has a contest going for faces -- so you have to show yours to enter. Want to see?"

"Not really," she assured me, but I pulled my lap top across the table and opened to a web site that I had seen. I clicked on the e-contribution category and there it was -- faces and bodies of wives and girlfriends. "See," I said scrolling through some of the entries. "This is tame stuff." 

"Well, I don't have any good photos," she insisted.

"But I do." Although she was camera shy. I had managed a few over the years. With a few clicks on the keypad I pulled up a great photo of Chris laying on the bed. her face and tits in full view and her bush just sowing as she smiled at the camera. 

"No way," Chris replied. This time she pointed at the note -- "it says tits not a full on naked shot." 

She was right, next time I would have to be more careful with my wording. "Ok," I said pulling up an older photo of her, wearing an old bath robe that fell open in front to reveal her breasts. "Here you are," I said smiling at her.

"I really don't want to do this," she said, "what if someone I know sees me."

"Hey this is old enough they may not even recognize you." (Bad move I realized) 

"I haven't change that much," she said getting defensive. 

I switched tacks, "its tame and you look hot, but its up to you, you want the spa weekend or whatever you wrote down, you got to give me what I want." I looked her in the eyes.

Chris seemed to momentarily switch gears to what she had written down. She looked at her note still folded in front of her, then at me, then back to the web site, then back at me again.

"But what will people think?"

"They will think you're hot." 

She looked back at me, back at her still closed fantasy and back at the web site. 

"So if I do this, you will give me what I asked for?" She said, "no questions?" 

"Yep, no problem," I assured her, "whatever you want is yours."

She looked down at her note again. "If I do this you better follow through." 

"No problem," I repeated, "spa weekend, whatever you want."

She gave me a small smirk, which I did not really understand. "Well, I'm not saying I will, but what do we do if I say yes?"

I pulled up the submission file. "Here we are." I said selecting her photo, "we just push submit. Hey, maybe you'll even win, that would be nice huh?"

"That's the last thing I want, I would rather get lost in the shuffle."

"I doubt it," I said looking at her smile and breasts. "Up to you." 

Chris looked down at her folded note, looked at me and gave me that slight smirk again. "OK Mr. voyeur," she said. Chris paused and looked at me, breating hard. "I hope your happy she said looking directly into my eyes." She reached over with slightly trembling hand and clicked submit. 

She had done it! I reached down and unzipped my fly to let my member break free. 

"This part of the fantasy too?" she asked, but she took hold of my cock still trembling and sweaty and began to massage it. I reached over and pulled down her blouse to feel her breasts that she had just shared with the world. I barely lasted until she knelt down and wrapped her lips around my member, then I came again and again into her warm mouth, as her tongue rolled around the head of my throbbing cock.