46 comments/ 102530 views/ 19 favorites A Mature Model By: BlBones I guess the best way to start is to introduce those involved in or associated with the story. My name is Barbara Foxworthy (Barb). My husband, Lou is a marketing executive and we have a son, Ben, who was twenty-four at the time of the story, a Lieutenant in the Army and stationed in Japan. We moved into our present home twenty-one years prior to the events in the story and have had the privilege of having wonderful neighbors and dear friends the Maxons. They have a son, Kenny who is one year younger than our son. They were blessed with a late arrival son, Evan, who was seven. The Maxons are Pat and Gerald. Our two families have grown up together and shared many wonderful experiences. We have always been on call to one another when help is needed. The story began when Gerald Maxon had the opportunity to travel to Hawaii on business. The business would take two weeks and he wanted to take Pat. They also thought it would be nice to take two weeks vacation at that time and tour the islands. The main problem was that it was the end of the school year and they didn't want to take Evan out of school for that long, at that time. Kenny couldn't care for his brother most of the time because after recently graduating from college, he landed a good job with the bank. He worked from about ten until six and then he was taking a course at the community college three nights a week that kept him out until around ten. Pat and I were talking one day when she told me of the opportunity and said they were trying to figure out how to make it work. I immediately suggested that I could look after getting Evan fed and off to school and then he could come to our house after school until Kenny got home. In fact I suggested that Evan could come live with us while they were gone. For that matter, Kenny could too. She rejected the idea of the boys living with us. All their clothes and things were in their house. We settled on the idea that I would go to their house about seven in the morning to help Kenny get Evan off to school. This worked well because my Lou was usually on his way to work a little before seven. So, when Lou left, I could go next door, help Evan and then he would come to our house after school. On the nights Kenny had school, Evan would eat with us and I would see to it he got to bed properly. Pat was delighted. Gerald had to go early to set up their company exhibits so they left on a Friday morning and my renewed mothering activities began that afternoon. That night was Kenny's school night so I stayed with Evan until Kenny came home. Kenny was very happy and upbeat about the world and we had a short talk before I went home. I knew that he had majored in business with a minor in advertising at the university. I had wondered why he went with the bank. Well it seems one of his dad's friends had influence at the bank so Kenny was offered a very nice job. Kenny took the job because it would pay for his schooling and equipment. He was taking courses in photography and had his sights set on fashion and/or advertising photography. He had been going with a very cute girl for a couple of years, but it seems they broke up because she didn't like what he wanted to do. Having told me what his dreams were, he took me to his studio, as he called it. He had begun to collect equipment and had a room set up so that he could practice what he was learning. I saw some of his pictures, which looked great to me. He was doing still-life shots using all kinds of props and items to produce some really amazing pictures. One fascinated me because of it unusual angles and textures. He told me what I was seeing was nothing but screws on a foam rubber pad taken with a micro close-up lens. Once he explained, I could see it. But unexplained, I would never have guessed. I quickly learned that Kenny hated being called Kenny now. He preferred to be Ken. I think I knew that, but out of years of habit, I have troubles calling him anything but Kenny. Lou and I saw little of the boys on the weekend. Kenny was a wonderful big brother and house keeper and they were fun to watch together. It was on the first Wednesday of our arrangement, when Kenny was picking up Evan that he asked if I would come talk to him for a few minutes at his house. I assumed that he needed some help with Evan or something at the house and I agreed to go. I told Lou that I would be back shortly. We got Evan to bed and returned to the living room. Assuming that we were done, I turned to leave. Kenny hesitated and almost blurted, "Mrs. Foxworthy, could you please stop calling me Kenny. At my age it is a little out of place and it's very little boyish. Please call me Ken." I thought for a moment and replied, "OK, Kenny, err I mean Ken, I'll try. But old habits are hard to break. But since we are going to caring for Evan together the next few weeks, I'll try. But if I'm to call you Ken, then you need to call me Barb. You calling me Mrs. Foxworthy also makes you sound like a little boy and it makes me feel like an old lady. OK?" "OK, Mrs. Fox... err Barb, I'll try too." We both laughed and gave each other a quick hug. I thought it was funny for him to ask me over just to tell me that, but after sitting for a moment I rose to leave again. He jumped up and said, "Mrs. Fo... Barb, (snort) my name was just one thing I wanted to talk to you about." Then, looking at the floor, he swallowed, shuffled his feet, and then looking up at me, "Can we talk for a minute? I hope I'm not about to say something stupid or something I'll be sorry for." As I sat back down, I smiled, "Well Kenny... (choke) Ken, what's so earth shattering?" (Long pause) "Well, it's just that, oh gosh, what am I doing? Well I'm going to say something and I hope it won't embarrass you." "Well go ahead and ask. It can't be all that bad." "Mrs....Barb, you are a wonderful friend. Well, (in a rush) what I'm trying to say is that I can't afford a model and it is impossible to understand what and how the human body appears without a human body to study. And... and you are a very good friend. (pause and a little choke) Would you be willing to model a little bit for me?" Then quickly added, "It won't be anything naughty or bad, it would just be you standing, sitting, or lying in various positions. (then warming) I didn't mean it to sound that way, (turning red) I'm not talking about nude or anything like that. You would need to wear shorts and short sleeve blouses, or even a bathing suit so that I could see your arms and legs." By this time his face was flushed and his discomfort was obvious. I stopped him before he embarrassed himself any more. "Ken, I know what you mean and I take it all as a compliment. I should be able to help you some, but you won't have any playboy model to work with." He was as red as he could be as he thanked me. I took his hand, gave it a squeeze and said, "Just so you don't have to explain it to anyone, let's just keep it between us: except, I must let Lou know." "OK Mrs. Foxworthy." I gave his hand another squeeze and said, "Mrs. Foxworthy hasn't agreed to do anything. Only Barb has agreed; assuming it's OK with Lou." We laughed and I parted for home. I was quite amused as I walked home and when I got home, I told Lou about what had just happened. We both got a good chuckle from it. But Lou gave me the sweetest compliment when he said, "Honey, all kidding aside, you know, you have a knock-out body and are beautiful enough that you really could make a living as a model." His voice conveyed sincerity, not just that of an idle compliment. With the compliment I hoped that it was a prelude to some activity when we went to bed tonight. It wasn't. We maintain our every seven to ten day schedule and we just made love a few nights ago. Oh well, nice thought. On Thursday morning, after getting Evan off to school, Ken noted that he had almost two hours most mornings after Evan was gone, before he had to leave for the bank. He asked if we could schedule about an hour in the mornings rather than trying to schedule evenings for modeling. It sounded great and I asked him when he wanted to start. He asked, "Could you start right now?" Just then I realized some of what had prompted him to ask me to model. I have always had an above average figure, I love being a woman, and I like to express feminine qualities. It started in high school when the "in" thing was to see who could out-slop the other in dress habits. I hated it and always dressed in a manner that showed off my femininity. I wouldn't date most of the guys who looked like they had just been dragged out of the garbage heap. To this day, the only time you will see me in jeans is when I'm working in or around the house, or when we go camping. My standard dress is an attractive skirt and blouse combination or a dress and heels; depending on the weather and what I'm going to do, stockings are part of the wardrobe. I never leave the house without being properly dressed and made up. I guess that I should also state that I am a 34DD and don't try to hide it, but I don't flaunt it either. Thus, Ken has always seen me dressed up. His mom is not the fanatic that I am, but she also dresses nicely. So I'm sure that some of my age is hidden and Ken, a young man now sees me as an attractive or stacked woman. So, with this in my mind we had our first photo session. For the starting session he took a number of portrait shots with me holding my head at various angles and directions. It's really nice that today digital cameras are in use. For one thing, he has his camera hooked up to two monitors through his computer. I can see the pictures as he focuses and then as soon as he shoots them. So, after several shots, we would take a break and review what he had just done. Bad shots were eliminated immediately. Out of more than a dozen shots that morning that were not discarded, Ken elected to keep only two or three. He asked if I would like to keep any and I told him I would like a copy of the one that he liked the best and that I was sure that Lou would love to see what we were doing. Then he suggested, "I'll e-mail all of the keepers to Lou and then you can do with them as you please: besides that will save on photo paper and inks." I was fine with him e-mailing it. That night I told Lou about our session and he pulled up the photos that Ken had sent. Lou was impressed and asked if we had set up a schedule yet. I told him we would probably have an hour or so most weekday mornings. As we got started, Ken would tell me the night before what he had in mind for the next day and I would dress accordingly. I posed standing, sitting, reclining, kneeling, in short in almost every possible position the human body could normally attain. We would look at the photos and he would critique them and keep only a few, probably a dozen at the most. The ones he kept were also e-mailed to Lou. I was enjoying our activity and I was amazed to learn and see how just a little variation or change in light and shadow placement could completely change the complexion and visual effects of a photo. It was on Tuesday of the second week when an accident created a decided change in the posing and visual content of the pictures. Ken wanted to do some business fashion model shots and I was wearing a dark skirt and a favorite nylon blouse. I had been posed in a normal sitting position on a straight-backed chair. Ken asked me to change position and sit cross-wise on the chair. As I rose and turned, my ankle gave way and I fell, taking the chair part way with me. The top post of the chair caught in my blouse and ripped three buttons off. I ended up on my back with my dress up around my thighs, showing all of my stockings and most of my thighs. In addition, most of my bra covered breasts were exposed. Ken set his camera down and came running to my assistance. I assured him that I was just fine, just a little embarrassed at being so clumsy. He helped me to my feet and I was well aware that he was taking a full inventory of what he could see. I also had noted in past sessions that his eyes seemed to devour me on occasions. I didn't feel bad; in fact, I smiled inside knowing that he had enjoyed the little peep show. I gathered my blouse together and told him I would have to go home for repair. He told me how sorry he was for the blouse and offered to buy me a new one. I told him there was no need, besides it wasn't his fault. Looking at the time we agreed that by the time I changed, there would not be enough time to do much of anything else. Our session for the day was finished. I went home carrying a feeling that I hadn't felt in a long time. Having a man, other than my husband, see me less than properly covered was a distant memory. Some 'accidental' exposures then were fun and this reminded me of the times it had occurred in the past. It is kind of naughty and a little suggestive, but it is perfectly innocent. The blouse was one of my favorites and I hated the thought of throwing it away. So, I didn't. I hung it in the closet with a promise to look at it later and see if it could be repaired. That night Lou wanted to know why there wasn't a picture from this morning. Ken almost always had a "picture or pictures of the day" to e-mail us. I told him what happened and that we didn't have our normal review and critique. I assumed that Ken didn't find anything he liked, or he hadn't taken the time to review our work. The next morning I told Ken that Lou had been disappointed that he didn't get a picture yesterday. "You didn't like any of them?" Ken kind of blushed and said, "Well, yes, there was one that I liked very much and kept. But I don't think it should be distributed. Come here and I'll bring it up on the computer." Well, as it turned out, he had not put his camera down when he asked me to change positions. In fact he was shooting rapidly to catch me in various stages of posture for future figure studies. He had caught part of the falling episode, but had quit when he saw what was actually happening. His last shot was me just before I hit the floor. My blouse had not wrapped back around my breast yet and it provided a fully exposed shot of one breast (still in my bra). Also, one leg was considerably higher than the other and you could see all of my stockings and most of the way up my skirt. The outside of the upper leg could be seen all the way to the edge of my panties. It was an incredible shot. And though much was exposed, there was nothing revealing and you couldn't even see my face or head. I remarked, "That's quite a shot. But I don't believe it belongs in anyone's scrap book. Why are you keeping it?" Ken blushed some more then he eased out, "It may not belong in a scrap book, but Mrs. Fox... Barb, it shows that you have a beautiful body. You could make it as a professional model. Your husband really needs to see this. Do you mind?" I didn't object, but now I was embarrassed. Not only had my husband suggested I could be a model, but now my young next door neighbor had echoed the same suggestion. Trying to hide my embarrassment I had exclaimed that there was no way I could compete with the beautiful, young playboy-like models. Ken corrected me by telling me that I could compete with most of them. But more to the point, the fashion world needs mature models with great figures and I would definitely qualify. I was definitely flattered. As I thought about it, my mind flashed back to some pin-up pictures that my Dad had. Mom was always chiding him about his small collection of Vargas and Petty girls that he had assembled while in the service. They captured my imagination as a representation of how beautiful and alluring a woman's partially exposed body could be. In fact, those pin-ups had a lot to do with the way I dressed as I grew up. I have always carried a picture in my mind of one of them in particular The picture showed a beautiful young lady lying on the ground. Her skirt exposed her all the way to and including her panties. Her blouse was completely open exposing her beautiful lace bra covered breast. Except for the fact that the picture also captured her beautiful face, Ken's picture of me had many similar elements or qualities. I began to think, "Barb, why not loosen up and be more like a model than the stiff mannequin you have been so far?" During the next session I made it a point to show a little more leg than I had previously. What I was doing was not lost on Ken. In fact, at one point where he though he could do it without being obvious, he asked me to pull my skirt up just a little. It allowed the dark band at the top of my stockings to be slightly exposed. I enjoyed the session more than I had previous sessions and resolved to spice things up a bit if Lou wouldn't mind. When we did our review, the three pictures Ken kept were ones in which there was more leg showing than in past pictures. The one picture caught a little more than the dark top of my stockings; the garter straps could also be seen. However, he selected the least obvious ones to put in the e-mail. I convinced him to add the one revealing more. I went home with a new bounce to my step. I was seeing myself as I hadn't seen myself before. I was looking forward to a new adventure. When Lou retrieved the picture he whistled and told me that I was looking very sexy. Then he seriously asked me how far this was going to go. I giggled and told him that I wanted to talk to him about that. Then, after thinking about it for a moment, I asked him if he would have any objections to me posing more like a pin-up. Then I explained to him how I felt. In my explanation I told him about my Dad's pin-ups and how they had inspired me to dress femininely rather like the cruddy garb many of my friends had worn. He thought and answered very carefully, "No, I really don't mind as long as things don't get out of hand. You are a very mature and very beautiful woman and it won't hurt to let more of you be seen. Let me give you this as a guideline: 'So long as you would be willing to show the pictures that are taken to your parents or any of your friends,' I think you will be safe. Beginning the next day, my dress was a little more suggestive and/or exposed than it had been before. Ken was delighted and within the next few days, more leg and cleavage were definitely in evidence. At this point I became aware that Kevin had really wanted me in a bathing suit from the beginning. The bathing suit would have provided much better figure studies. But he had been too shy or reserved to ask me. On Friday Ken asked if we could take pictures outside at their pool and if I would wear the bikini he had seen me wear one time. I agreed and we had a photo session on Saturday afternoon at the pool. Evan was spending the day with friends and going to a movie. I invited Lou to come watch but he declined favoring going deep sea fishing after golf. I had a wonderful time modeling in the bikinis (I bought another one for the occasion.) Without anyone else around I got a little more daring. I let my breast almost fall out, almost exposing both nipples. With Ken not watching, I removed the top and then let Kevin take a few pictures with my breast covered with my hands or with my arms. On a couple shots there was a little bit of nipple peeking out. Before we finished he was almost begging me to drop my hands and arms. To his disappointment, I refused. I know it was wicked, but I was trying to be careful and at the same time enjoy the tease. I was delighted because with Lou seeing the pictures, we were rekindling some of the old sex life between us. Also, I was feeling very sexy and was aware that Ken was a full grown young man and no longer a little boy and that I was having an effect on him too. The real truth was that both Lou and Ken were being aroused by the pictures; Our (Lou and mine) sex life was resembling what it had been years ago; and I was thoroughly enjoying myself, in an impish way in finding every way I could pose to arouse them more. What else could boost a woman's ego more? A Mature Model I should add that the pictures e-mailed to Lou never contained anything but me fully within the bikini. The bikini pictures took us to a new level. I went so far as to slip three fingers just under the waist band on the bottom. Neither were great visions, but they definitely were suggestive. I was gradually moving from pure cheesecake into sexually suggestive poses. As the next days went on, I exposed a little more and took more suggestive positions. Often I left with Ken wearing a tent that suggested a lovely piece of manhood inside. After one session, and having had fantastic sex with Lou the night before, when Ken came close for one shot I looked at him and asked, "Would you mind if I kissed you?" "What for?" "Just because. And to say thanks for putting some lead back in Lou's pencil. He turned a slight shade of red and told me he wouldn't mind at all. He moved closer and I gave him a kiss. It wasn't a peck and it wasn't a hot passionate kiss. But it had more to it than just a polite 'thank you.' Gasping slightly as we broke the kiss, "Barb, you don't have to ask permission for that." By the middle of the third week, these 'tent making' sessions contained pictures that definitely were not e-mailed to Lou. Often I had removed my bra and or panties for a few shots. Don't get me wrong. When I was sans bra or panties, I was still in a dress or skirt and blouse. But the angle of the poses left no doubt that the undies were missing, but you really couldn't see anything. In one set I was wearing a very sheer blouse with a bra that just barely covered. My breast and my pussy were never really exposed, but neither was there too much left for the imagination. For example, I posed with no panties and the picture was taken from my right and slightly in front. I had raised my skirt to my hip. You could not see my private area, but you could see everything else and you knew that I was wearing nothing down there. The breast exposures would show the lower part of my breast or profile the side of one but never showed the nipples. I loved the pictures (I have my private collection now) and I was seeing myself as a model with a very photogenic body. Quite another boost to one's self-esteem. Also, during this period I found occasions to give Ken two or three more kisses. They were a little hotter, but not out of the ordinary. He had taken the opportunity on two of the occasions to accidentally rub the back of his hand over my breast. Most daring were the times when I flashed Ken with a full tit or view of my uncovered pussy. Of course these all occurred accidentally as I was changing positions. And these accidents occurred only when I was sure the camera was not in use. Generally they were so fast that there was no possibility of a picture being taken unless the photographer were poised and waiting. It is worth noting here that we ended up sending Lou a few pictures that fell just slightly outside the guide line he gave me. He looked at them carefully and never said anything more than, "You're getting a little wild aren't you?" As I indicated earlier, he was not privy to a lot of pictures that definitely fell outside the guideline. He would have had a fit if he had seen them. . Ken's parents were due home a week from Saturday. In a way I was beginning to dread their return because it meant that my modeling career would probably end. And it wasn't just the modeling. I was enjoying being with Ken almost daily and to be exposing myself to him to some degree. It was a feeling I really can't describe beyond saying that I was getting a thrill teasing and exciting him. I didn't want it to stop. I also knew that I needed to watch myself. There was an element in the teasing that I didn't take into account. When I did recognize the element, it was way too late. That element was that unknowingly I was also teasing myself. It wasn't out in plain sight but I was beginning to think about Ken in more than a friendly and neighborly way. What kind of a man (physically) was he? What would it be like to be with him? What would he do if I exposed myself completely? How would he react if I made any overtures? With the teasing, how long would it be before he made some sort of advance? If he did make an advance, how would I respond to it? These were just a few of the thoughts I entertained. With this, I found myself fantasizing about Ken on many occasions. To this day, I don't know what came over me on the Tuesday before Pat and Gerald's return. The 'watch yourself' admonition had obviously flown out the window. Something snapped in my actions and thinking and my whole life took a dramatic turn. Looking back, I still can't believe that I did it. Anyone who knew me would simply say that I had taken leave of my senses. I dressed very specially for the day. He had indicated that he wanted to do some leg and cleavage shots. I had an additional very special plan for the day, and as usual, I went to Ken's at the regular time, after Lou had left. I could see some disappointment in Ken's face when he saw how I was dressed. I dressed that morning in a tailored pin-stripe business suit, hose and heels. Above the top button of the jacket you could see the silk, ruffled, collar of my black blouse. It looked very professional and attractive even though the length of the skirt would be a little suspect. The length was mid-thigh. I helped get Evan off to school and then Ken and I went to his studio. It's funny how things coincide. As we stepped into the studio, Ken said, "I was thinking that my folks will be home this weekend. I hope that doesn't mean we have to stop our photo sessions. I also had hoped that we might get some really hot pictures before they got home." I could hear the disappointment in his voice. I knew that he was thinking that the photos he already had probably were as hot as they was going to get. My outfit today was nowhere close to being as suggestive or sexy as what I had been wearing the past several days. I was really smiling within at what I knew was to come. He had hinted in very discrete ways that he would like to make some really sexy pictures. Now he was probably figuring that I might be reluctant after his folks got home. From the way he had worked around the subject I knew he was talking about pictures going all the way to nude. I had never responded to him one way or another to his subtle suggestions. For all he knew, the ideas had gone right over my head. But today, I was already ahead of him. We started the shoot and I posed in several positions showing lots of leg. When he moved to a position so that he could get an up-skirt shot, I refused when he asked me to open my legs a little. His face fell in disappointment again. When he tried a down-blouse position, I refused to unbutton my jacket. I was teasing the hell out of him and getting a big kick out of watching the various forms of disappointment roll across his face. Shortly Ken set his camera down and announced that we were through for today, even though there was still a lot of time left. "Let's look and see what we have." The look of disappointment on his face made me want to reach over and give him a big kiss. I didn't though. We had some coffee and looked at the morning's results. They were nice, but nothing near like what we had produced before. As we sat there reviewing the pictures, I had let my skirt slide up about as far as it would go. Ken kept looking down and I know he could see almost to my panties. As he reached the last shots, with a grin on my face I said, "Ken would you like to try again and this time I'll open up a little?" Beaming, "I sure as hell would." We set up again and I unbuttoned the top two buttons on the jacket. You could now see the upper blouse was a very transparent black, just slightly darkening the skin appearance. He took a couple more pictures and asked me to unbutton the rest of the buttons. At his request, I unbuttoned the first button and then turned my back to him. "No, I want you facing me. We'll do the back later." I unbuttoned the remaining buttons, pulled and held the jacket open, and turned back to him. His mouth dropped open and he almost dropped his camera. The silk collar was the only piece of the blouse that that wasn't completely transparent. He was looking at my breast covered only by the wisp of the blouse's sheer black nylon. No imagination was needed about my breast. When I had decided to do this I had inspected myself carefully before dressing and was reassured that the boobs were still quite pert and had only a small amount of sag. As the guys had said, I could compete well with women much junior to me. It took him a minute to recover and then, "Wow. You are beautiful and I never thought I would see you like this. Let me rethink how I want you posed. Wow!" He couldn't take his eyes off of me and I was getting a kick over the fact that his mind was racing and he couldn't focus on the photographic process. And yes, I could see there was a great deal of pressure being applied to the fly on his trousers. He took a whole series of shots including ones with my blouse unbuttoned except for the top button. For some reason, I was not willing to take my blouse off or allow the nipples to be seen outside the blouse. Maybe it was a little bit of modesty hanging on. I don't know why because for all practical purposes, I was naked from the waist up. The tent in his slacks was very pronounced as he asked me to lie down on the fake bear-skin rug we used for reclining poses. I did as he asked and proceeded to adjust my blouse and pull my skirt half-way up my thighs. He then asked me to pull my skirt higher. Instead, I sat up and told him that I had a special pose that I wanted to do. With that I got on my knees facing him and leaned back onto one arm. As I did, the blouse slid all the way open, held to me with the one top button, totally exposing my breast (this I hadn't programmed into the pose). With my free hand I took the hem of my skirt and gathered it together at my waist. The result was me leaning back on one arm with my breast fully exposed. But, in addition, my pussy, encased in panties of the same sheer black material as my blouse, was in view. The panties had no inner insert so my pussy was fully visible. Again, no imagination needed. I have never felt so naughty and yet so exhilarated in my life. I could see the tent in Ken's trousers jump and he was speechless. Well, not really. "Oh my God Barb. I can't believe this. Just hold it a moment and let me get some good pictures." He shot about a dozen exposures and then sort of slumped to the floor in front of me. As he did, he tried to adjust his tool that was pressing hard against the fabric of his pants. I could definitely make out the outline of the head of his cock. As he rose to his feet again, he made no pretensions about trying to relieve his discomfort by adjusting himself. Then he said, "Barb, I don't know how much more of this I can take. I think we had better call it quits for today." I motioned him to me and asked for a hand getting up. He complied and then started to turn away. What happened next, I must admit had been contemplated as a possible scenario, but at no point had I included it in the plan for today. I still can't believe I had the nerve to even contemplate it, let alone do it. "Ken, I'd love to have a kiss." And I pulled him back towards me. "Barb, you are a beautiful woman, but you are also my best friend's, mother. You are married and a good friend of my folks. We can't..." He tried to go on, but I put my finger to his lips. I heard myself saying, "Ken what you said is true. I'm all of those things. But, more than that, right now I am also very much a woman. Until you asked me to model, and Lou and I saw the results, our sex life was pretty stale. You have rejuvenated my desires and appreciation for sex and Lou has benefited from it too. There is no reason that you shouldn't derive some of the benefits too." "I know Barb, but..." "Ken, let me finish. Lou is a fantastic sex partner. Never-the-less, though it has improved, our sex is not what it used to be. It's really very good, to be sure, and even better for the past few weeks, but it's still not like old times. You are a beautiful specimen and right now I want a little more than Lou can provide." I stood looking at him for a minute and then, "Ken, I wouldn't slap you or scream if you were to touch me or kiss me. In fact, I'd like it very much." As the sound of my voice died, I couldn't believe what I had just heard come out. Ken was standing with his mouth open and tugging at his crotch. His eyes were glued to my breasts with short jumps to my pussy. My breathing was becoming a little ragged and I just couldn't push the thought that I wanted him out of my mind. I don't know what was driving me but I was experiencing an overpowering urges to have sex like had never had before. I was gently rubbing my rock hard nipples as I opened my mouth again. "Ken, my nipples are so hard they almost hurt. Touch them and you'll see what I mean. Do you think that they would soften some if you kissed and sucked on them?" And then things went totally silent. He looked at me for a moment and then pulled me to him. We kissed and I unbuttoned the last button and let the blouse slide down my arms to the floor. Next I hooked my thumbs into my skirt and undies, pushed them down and let them slide to the floor also. In a smooth move I dropped to my knees and then onto my back. "Ken, I know we shouldn't be doing this, but I want you, and by the prominent outcrop in your slacks, I know you would like to have me. No one has to know and it would be a perfect ending seal to the work we have done." "Barb, I know that I should get out of here right now. Yes, any red blooded male would love to honor your request, but we are friends and neighbors, etc. (pause and then a big smile) I'm sorry, but I can't turn down such an attractive offer." With that he dropped onto the rug and swept me into his arms. I ran the palm of my hand across the lump in his pants as he buried his mouth in my tits. (softly) "Ken, I don't need a warm-up. I'm ready. Take your clothes off and fuck me." He was out of his clothes in a flash and we turned facing each other as our hands went to the others sacred area. His touches were sending electric shocks through my body and my passion was building like it hadn't done for a long time. He rubbed me a moment and then inserted a finger. I was very wet and he was very hard. I didn't need a lot of foreplay and pulled his cock toward me. He took the invitation and moved over me as I rolled onto my back and guided him in. I hadn't gotten a real good look at his cock as he undressed and came to me, but once in my hand I could feel a very adequate tool ready to provide pleasure for me. The adequacy of the size of his cock was confirmed as it slid into me and passed regions never before touched. He slipped into me with little effort and we began pumping. He felt fabulous and it was evident that he was longer and bigger than Lou. I don't know if it was the uniqueness of the situation, the first time with someone other than Lou, the impropriety of what I was doing, or what. I just know that I was floating a thousand feet off the ground with no visible means of support. I already knew that I was going to want more. There was nothing wrong with sex at home, but this was the frosting on the cake. One taste was not going to get the job done. Even with the recognized desire for more, I very quickly had an orgasm and just as my orgasm hit its peak, I felt him unload deep inside of me. We lay there panting for breath and kissing passionately. As our breathing became more normal, Ken let me know that he needed to get ready and go to work. I wasn't ready to quit and I was able to talk him into a second round. There was something utterly fantastic about the way he felt inside me. It was so different than how I felt with Lou in me and it was extremely erotic. Of course, the second round was better than the first because it lasted considerably longer. This time I was able to have sex in three different positions and he filled me a second time with his cum. What I was doing scared me some, but I knew I was hooked. I was going to enjoy that cock again. Ken had to call and inform the bank that he would be a little late. I got dressed and went home. What amazes me, even today, is that I went home feeling absolutely no guilt. I just didn't feel like I was cheating. Even more outlandish, what had just happened was an experience I wasn't going to forget quickly. So instead of guilt, my mind was racing to figure out how sessions like this could continue. Once I got home and I was able to think about something other than how wonderful it had been, I quickly realized that making arrangement for more times with Ken was, in reality, very simple. Pat and Gerald both work and are gone from the house about the same time that Evan leaves for school. I just had to figure out how I could legitimize going over every morning since I wasn't needed to help with Evan. Well duh! All I had to do was go with a straight forward approach and simply tell Lou that I was going to continue modeling. Ken would inform his folks. There should be no problem, no big deal. The next day, after what happened, Ken was very nervous and not real sure whether we should continue our work after his parents returned. He was quick to inform me that yesterday had been absolutely fantastic and that he really would like to do it again. But he was concerned that somehow things could get completely out of control and we would be caught. I knew that he was right but I also knew that I didn't want to quit yet. We talked about it for a while and I was able to make Ken see that we could continue with our pleasure; that we could be very careful and no one would know. My arguments coupled with Ken's wanting more swayed the discussion and we agreed that we could, and would, continue. The one element that we agreed would have to take place was that Ken's folks were to be aware of the photo/modeling activity and Lou was to know we were continuing. When it was presented to Pat and Gerald on their return, of course they were unaware of the modeling and photography that had been going on. Ken discussed it with them and showed some of our work. They were surprised, but they had no objection. Lou was already on board and had no objection. He just reminded me of the guideline for the limits of my modeling. Gerald confided to Lou that I was more of a looker than he had known. Pat complimented me on being so photogenic. It was funny, Gerald turned down the offer to have pictures e-mailed to him. But once or twice a week he would ask Ken to let him have a sneak peek at what we were doing. Of course, Ken complied, but carefully, showing only the pictures he e-mailed to Lou. Lou's reminder of the guidelines caused me to shudder just a little. Still; so long as the pictures that violated the guideline stayed locked up, no one would know. With no more consideration than that on my part, the next session picked up where the last one left off. However, there was a new time demand on the sessions; time for sex almost every day. Returning to the Thursday before Part and Gerald returned, as we lay in a post sex embrace, Ken surprised me. He noted that Lou, my husband was taking Evan for a day long fishing outing on Saturday prior to Pat and Gerald's return on Sunday. He suggested that we schedule/arrange to have an outing of our own on Saturday. He had mentioned some time ago that he would love to shoot me in some outdoor settings. I had absolutely no problem with that until he completed the explanation of his plan. He had a good friend in the photo class and he wanted to invite him to come and take some pictures of us together. He wasn't talking about pictures of a man and woman as friends; he was talking about photos and videos of us having sex. A Mature Model I about flipped out and absolutely refused. I told him that what we were doing wasn't right, and that it may not be too much different than some of the photos we had already made, but to have someone taking pictures of us was nothing less than pure unadulterated porn. He countered by telling me that he didn't consider it porn if it was done for our own enjoyment only. He insisted this would be for artistic purposes only; that none of what we did would ever leave the studio, not even as part of his portfolio. He hurt me a little when he told me that if I didn't want to do it that it would be OK; he would just have to plan for another time. The hurt was the insinuation in his voice that if I wouldn't do it he would have to get someone else. And then, maybe it was just my imagination; maybe there was no insinuation. It was very obvious that he was not going to back off of this idea without a fight. In addition, he is very persuasive, and I was still reveling in the afterglow of our third time together. After a short period of resistance I melted and agreed to his plan. Besides, this would add a new level of excitement and eroticism to out activities. I realized at this point that I had put some things into motion that I had never considered. For one, I was thinking of Ken as being something other than a neighbor's son, a friend, and photographer. Secondly, I was feeling some jealousy at the thought of him working, and maybe with another woman, without me. Thirdly, I was truly enjoying the newfound sex we had together. And, finally, No, I was not in love with him but we were now much more than friends and neighbors. I gave a little shudder as I partially acknowledged that we were lovers and I was having an affair. I agreed to the Saturday session, assuming Lou didn't object. The truth of my situation was that I was enjoying this extra sex and I didn't want to do the least little thing that might jeopardize it. Without thinking and unknown to me at the time, (another act of gross stupidly) I had stepped in way over my head. My biggest mistake was in forgetting that this was a healthy young male I was dealing with, no longer the next door neighbor's little boy and I had fully lit up his sex drive. To him I was no longer his neighbor, parent's friend, and mother to his best friend. To him I had become a very desirable female and age and other factors didn't enter into the equation. Everyone was gone by nine on Saturday and I made my way to the studio. When I arrived, Ken pulled me to him for a big kiss and then turned me to meet Tyrone. I did a double take. I was looking at a tall (6'3"), young, well built, handsome, black male. When I could get my voice to work I said hello to him and we exchanged pleasantries for a minute while Ken finished packing some of his equipment. Of course I asked, already knowing the answer, if Tyrone was the one who was going to take the pictures? He was. My feelings were running all over the place and the reality of what I was getting ready to do was fully settling in. Deep down I wanted to call the whole thing off. But also, deep inside, the voyeuristic and erotic side of me had kicked in. I was about to say something when Ken stated that we were ready and it was time to get in the car. I don't know today what I was getting ready to say before I was interrupted. I got into the car. We drove to the coast and Tyrone directed Ken to a remote cove on the shoreline. We parked the car, grabbed the equipment, and then hiked almost a mile to a beautiful, narrow plateau about fifteen feet above the water. It was obvious that the area was seldom used because it was pristine. There was not a scrap of man-made trash to be seen. The only 'trash' was the debris that Mother Nature had washed ashore. I looked around for a few minutes as Ken posed me and snapped pictures: nothing very sexy, just a girl and the scenery. From that I went through a series of poses as I stripped to my bikini that Ken had asked me to wear. We were down to some shots with my bikini top off when Ken striped his shirt off, lay out a big blanket, and motioned for me to join him. While this was happening, Tyrone was checking out and setting up the cameras, including a video camera. I didn't say anything but little voices were saying stop this now. However, I seemed to have a hearing impairment and I did as Ken asked and joined him on the blanket. When Ken's hands ran over my breast and cupped them, I melted into his arms. He had learned quickly how sensitive my breasts were and he was beginning to capitalize on it. I heard Tyrone say, "We're rollin'," and I felt my nipples harden and within moments I forgot the cameras and Tyrone and had Ken's cock out of his pants and was vigorously pumping it. He had me on my back as he made a meal out of sucking my breast. It didn't take but a minute before I felt the wetness build up between my legs. He began to slide up and I helped him insert his cock in me. As always, it was wonderful. I had a good orgasm. When Ken was ready to cum, he pulled out and put his cock in front of my lips. I was shocked and refused to open my mouth. We had never gone this far with the oral sex and never having done it with Lou, I wanted to stop now. However, it was too late and he blew a big load over my face and neck. Fortunately, none of it hit my hair. When we finished, I got a towel and cleaned up while cussing him out. What in the hell did he think he was doing? He apologized explaining that he just wanted to try something new. We were still undressed and I lay back on the blanket with him and we began exchanging passionate tongue swapping kisses. I had totally forgotten Tyrone. The next thing I knew, Tyrone was on the blanket in spoon position behind me and I didn't need an outside observer to tell me he was not wearing any clothes, at least from the waist down. I started to get up in panic when Ken pulled me close to him and asked, "Have you ever been with a black man?" "No!" "Would you like to?" "N...No, I don't think so." Just then Tyrone reached over and took my hand and guided it behind me to his cock. For some reason, I couldn't (or maybe I wouldn't) pull my hand away. He guided me in stroking his cock for a moment and then I took over on my own. It seemed to be long and slim. I could easily wrap my hand around it. Taking me by the shoulder he coaxed me to roll over so that I faced him. I looked down and could now see that he had about seven inches of hot cock ready for service. He was not as big as Ken but he was a beautiful muscular specimen. Another one of those inexplicable events occurred as I said to myself, "Oh well, Why not try it?" Tyrone was now beginning to caress and finger my pussy and I knew Ken had taken up the camera. Again, common sense said I should stop. But I apparently forgot to pack any common sense in my purse. I didn't want to stop. Something about having sex with a black man captured my imagination and this was my opportunity. It didn't take long to find out that the rippling of Tyrone's muscles as we fucked inserted a new element into having sex. I guess it was the exciting feeling of his power that added this new dimension. I just knew that I was experiencing a sensation I had never felt before. I knew it was all mental but it was grand. When he announced that he was about to cum, I told him to let me have it. He may not have been big, but he sure filled my pussy with his juices. Strange, I thought. I had always heard that black men had monster cocks. Tyrone's was long, but not that long and it didn't fit my idea of a monster. Never-the-less, what he did to me was another chapter in my now growing repertoire of sexual satisfaction. No, I didn't plan to do it again with him, but I knew that I wouldn't turn down the opportunity if it arose again. When we got home, Tyrone left and Ken and I talked. As before, I was not feeling any real guilt but I knew that what I was doing could end my marriage. We made plans for how we should and would conduct ourselves in the future and not take any chances or do anything that could raise suspicion. As I relived the afternoon's experience, I had a little sinking feeling. Ken had for all actual purposes offered me to Tyrone. Until now I had considered Ken to be mine and me to be his. This move poked a little hole in that feeling. As we finished putting our plans in place I asked with a little irritation in my voice, "Ken, don't get me wrong, I enjoyed Tyrone. But why did you let him have me?" Ken kind of sputtered and replied that he hadn't 'let him have me.' He had asked me first.' "Ken, you asked and I said, no." "Yes, I know, but you didn't try to stop him when he made his advance. Isn't that the same thing as saying, OK?" He had me there. "But didn't it bother you seeing him with me?" "No, why should it. You are beautiful. You're beautiful when you're having sex and it doesn't make any difference who you are having it with, and now I know that you're just plain extra beautiful when you're having sex." Before I could say anything more, Ken pulled me to him and suggested that we still had time and that he would really like to take me to bed since we had never been together in bed before. "You will be even more spectacularly beautiful having sex in bed." I thought for a moment and then took his hand and let him lead me to his bedroom. Making love to him in his bed was wonderful. However, when we were done, for some reason, doing it in bed seemed to make me cognizant that this really was an act of infidelity. I know, it sounds crazy, but until now, not having had sex in bed just didn't seem to have the elements of infidelity associated with it. Now, having done it in bed, for the first time I actually felt that I had been unfaithful to Lou. Also, now having had sex with yet another man, I was beginning to feel some of the weight of what I was doing entering my thoughts. I left and went home. I broke into tears as I showered, but was able to get control as I finished cleaning myself up for Lou's return a little later. Lou was tired but he said he was ready for the 19th hole (his current reference for bedroom activity). I guess my face was straightened out enough that I don't think Lou picked up on my having cried, and I really had to screw up my courage as I hopped into bed with him. I had already had sex three times today and I had to keep fighting back the waves of fear that Lou would notice something different. Lou performed wonderfully and apparently didn't notice anything. But I sure felt different and adulterous thoughts were now beginning to plague me. I got through the night and everything was wonderful. I was having more and better sex with Lou, and I was getting regular augmentations from Ken. I refused to let Ken take me to bed again and it helped to keep the feelings of unfaithfulness pretty well out of my thought. It was at this time that I fully admitted to myself that I was having an affair and that I was cheating on Lou. But, self-justification and denial jumped into the picture. As I would admit that what I was doing was wrong and should stop, the other side of me would jump in and argue that this was just a form of physical gratification; that it was no different than Lou leaving me every Saturday morning to play golf to satisfy his physical need. I know that was a very flimsy justification. But, because I really didn't want to stop, I found it easy to accept the justifications. What was wrong with my head you ask? I wish I knew. I can only suggest that I had, for some reason, been hooked on sex as though it were an addictive drug. There is nothing rational to explain it. I was happily married. Sex with my husband was better than it had been for several years. I had a beautiful home. Lou attended to and provided for my every need. Before we were married, I had sexual experiences with other men, so it wasn't a case of trying to satisfy not having known a strange cock. So, why? I didn't know then and I don't know now. To show you how far I veered of course from a normal loving housewife, let me tell you a little about the sessions that followed the outdoor session. By that time, the guidelines put forth by Lou were completely ignored. The number of pictures that resembled pin-up girls were far fewer than those in which a large part of or all of my anatomy was exposed. Many poses were based on pure wanton lust. I knew that there were certain things that would pull Ken away from the camera and steer his cock to me. I posed for numerous very suggestive and very erotic pictures including masturbation, wide open pussy, and totally nude. In addition, Ken rigged up a camera and tripod that he could operate from a remote. With the addition of the remote, our sessions became almost completely dominated with sex. At the beginning of each session, we always made sure that we had several sexy but innocent pictures so that we would have something to e-mail to Lou. After that what we produced was almost pure porn. Again though I was well aware that I should put a stop to the sex, it was just too wonderful to seriously consider it. Not only did I not stop it, I went even further. One morning, following the outdoor session, I really crossed the line. Ken wanted me to take his cum in my mouth and then suck his cock dry. I had taken Lou's cum on my breast on a couple of occasions but I had never taken it in my mouth or sucked him dry. And, I was not particularly wild about taking cum in my mouth. Anyway, at Ken's persistence I finally agreed. We were both completely nude with the video camera running when Ken sank his cock into me. By the time he was ready to cum, I was approaching orgasm. He pulled his cock out, moved up, and presented his cock to me. I didn't hesitate and took it into my mouth as far as I could. I had hardly gotten it in when he began to unload and I had an orgasm. Without a thought, I swallowed his entire load with only a little choking. Surprisingly, when we finished I had to admit to myself that it wasn't bad at all. This would not be the last time. The thing I really didn't think I could do was to take his cock in my mouth after it had been up my ass. Again, Ken prevailed and soon I gave it a try and had the same result. It wasn't all that bad. Of course I made sure that my anal region was very clean before I let Ken in there. We were doing things I had never permitted Lou to do. The next day, Ken asked me if I would accompany him to his class on Friday night. It was the end of the semester and there would be other guests there. Some of the guest would do some modeling and he told me I could (actually he was asking me if I would) join the modeling. After class they were all going out to celebrate. He wanted me to join them and I told him I would check with Lou but I wasn't sure about the modeling part. I told Lou about the invitation without mentioning the modeling invitation. He raised an eyebrow but had no objections. He simply told me to be sure I had my cell phone with me. That way I could call if things got out of hand. "You know how these college kids can party things up." I informed him that this was an adult education class; that there would be people of all ages in it. I later found out that the class was made up of six guys and three gals. Most of them were close to Ken's age. There were two who were just over eighteen. But, there were three married students who were mostly in their mid to late thirties. One gal was probably close to my age. I called Ken and told him I would go. The married students brought their spouses and all of the unmarried ones had dates. The class that night was a fun session. Several guests and a couple of the class members posed for silly shots. I was finally shamed into posing, like my Petty girl model; lots of leg and lingerie. The party afterwards was at the home of one of the nineteen-year-olds. Her parents were away for several weeks and they had a large entertainment room with CD and DVD players in this very large, mansion-like house. It turns out that the party was to be a big critique with each member bringing a CD with their best photos and everyone would look at them and critique them. It was fun seeing the wide array of pictures produced by the group. But I was ticked off and embarrassed by Ken. All of his pictures were of me. I knew he had a lot of good pictures of subjects other than me. Some of mine were perfectly OK, but some were not. Luckily for him that none of our love making pictures were included. Anyway, I found it to be embarrassing. One of the pictures showed me in the silk blouse that I had torn the buttons off when I fell; the one that triggered all of this change in me. About a week ago I resurrected the blouse and decided it could be modified slightly and used for cheesecake pictures. I removed the remaining buttons and then wore it like a 'Daisy Duke' blouse, tied at the midriff without a bra. Standing, my nipples could be seen through the thin silk. One of the pictures he showed was one where I was wearing that blouse and bending over slightly. The angle he used was down-blouse that allowed one breast and its nipple to show very clearly. Of course, this brought a series of whistles and wolf calls when it was flashed on the screen. I do have to brag at this point. The pictures Ken had taken of me were all very good and could probably have been commercial grade. As we had reviewed some of our work, I had to admit that my breast were a thing of beauty. They were full and stood proudly on my chest with little need of support. I had to be proud of the image my breast produced whether nude or fully covered. Sometime before eleven, we finished the critiques. I had already consumed five beers, much more than my normal consumption for an evening, and someone suggested we turn the lights down and dance. The two married couples who had come and the older lady went home leaving about a dozen to continue the party. I was the only married person remaining. Everything was fine for the first half-hour or so. Then things started to get a little raucous and the lights went down some more. The group was getting very frisky and friendly and while sitting on the couch with Ken, I became aware that he was unbuttoning my blouse. I pushed his hands away, and in a minute, they returned. I hissed at him, "Ken, not now, not here." He whispered to me, "Hey, join the party. Look around." I detected that he was beyond the threshold of pain as I looked around, and sure enough hands were roaming and hot kisses were being exchanged. I had enough of a glow started that I really didn't feel like struggling. Besides, his hands felt good and I responded to him by sliding my hand between his thighs. I wasn't touching his cock but I was rubbing his thigh almost to his cock. I knew what was happening and had resolved that we could play around, but that we weren't going to do the nasty with this crowd around. We messed around for a few minutes and just about the time we were really getting in to it, one of the guys came by and asked if we wanted another beer. We said 'sure' and followed him to the kitchen and got our beers. We stood at the counter and talked a while. His name was Frank and I don't know where his date was, but he was doing all the looking he could. I had not buttoned or closed my blouse together and my thin low-cut bra left a lot to see. The tease in me came to the surface and I wriggled around to provide sexy little views. At the same time, while we talked, I just about drained my new beer. Finally, Frank couldn't take it any more and he point-blank asked me if I would take off my blouse and let him take a picture. By that time, I had enough beer that my inhibitions were approaching zero. I looked at Ken.