8 comments/ 148848 views/ 30 favorites Display Wife Ch. 01 By: R_Peterson Chapter One -- The Porn Shop It was the same year the "dot coms" went bust that Mark lost his high paying job. Unemployment covered him and his wife for twenty-six weeks, but when that money ran out he was desperate; willing to take any job that paid money. Mark ended up with a job that took him to the inner city, to the red light district, to a porn shop. It was the only thing he could find. There were just too many other professionals out looking for work. Mark was not proud that he was working the porn side of the tracks, so he hid it from his friends and family. Interestingly enough, there were some benefits to this job: it paid better than minimum wage, and he was learning more about sex than he had ever thought possible. Mark had invested six years of his life after high school to earn two degrees. He worked hard to get through school, worked hard in the job that he just lost, and applied this work ethic to all his endeavors. Mark was still driven at age thirty-five and knew it would only be a matter of time before he'd be back in the computer field once again. For now, this job would have to do, and he made the best of it. Sam was the owner of the little porn shop. He had taken an immediate liking to Mark as soon as he had stepped into his business. Sam desperately needed the help after firing the last guy he caught stealing from him. He knew as soon as Mark opened his mouth that he was dealing with someone that did not have the best street smarts, but had brains. Mark was clean cut and looked like he could be trusted. Sam offered him a job immediately and Mark accepted it. Sam was twenty years older than Mark, a product of the love generation, trying to run an upscale adult novelty shop. A few had suggested that he should place video booths in the back, but he opted not to do this; figuring this would attract the wrong kind of clientele. Instead he sold movies, magazines, clothing, and novelty items he thought most open minded couples would be interested in purchasing. During the week the shop would see mostly single men who came in to browse. They usually migrated to the back of the store, away from the front store window, always looking down to avoid eye contact. Sam enjoyed watching their reactions, especially when they finally had to approach him to pay for an item. He was pretty sure he could tell those that were just embarrassed for thinking about sex, apart from those that could use a shrink. Sam looked over to where Mark was working. He would never tell Mark directly, but part of the reason he hired Mark was due to his strong physical features. There stood a tall, muscular young man with a full set of wavy brown hair that definitely would attract a pretty lady. He was hoping that just having Mark visible in the store would help bring some women into the shop to check out the "male eye candy". Sam was a good business man and fully understood what the balding, over weight, old man he saw in the mirror was telling him. Sam's shop was only a few blocks away from the movie district. On the weekends the couples would come pass the shop and a few would come into the store. Sam really enjoyed watching these pairs. They would float through the shop, picking up items, giggling, exchanging naughty thoughts, until they found an item that they could use later in the privacy of their homes. In most cases the guy would hold his head up high when he paid for the item, locking eyes with Sam, giving him that I'm getting some tonight look , while the woman hung on his arm, looking down, shyly trying not to make eye contact. Sam would take their money with a knowing smile and hand the change back without saying a word. Sam's eyes spoke for him, yep -- you're getting lucky tonight. And you'll be using this. Not bad! It was one of those nights after an attractive couple had just paid for their toy and was leaving the store; Mark had just come up from the back of the store carrying a box of items that were being readied to restock the shelves. Sam turned to Mark. "I sure wish I could attract more twosomes like that into this store. Not only is she easy on the eyes, but having both of them in here would help to attract more males/females like them." Sam sighed as Mark started to stock the shelves. "If you want to attract more couples, you will need to change the window display outside to get their attention." Mark remarked almost mechanically. "What do you mean?" What's wrong with the window?" Sam asked indignantly. "What isn't wrong with the display," Mark answered while he continued to stock the shelf. "What you need is a display that would get the attention of couples." "And what would you suggest that I do?" "Put a display in the window that would create a fantasy. That is what I would recommend." Mark answered with a matter-of-fact tone as he continued to stock the shelf. Sam reflected on Mark's comments for a few seconds and then responded. "Okay smarty-pants. I'll give your idea a chance. And because it was your idea, you get to set it up." Sam's answer caught Mark by surprise. He was not expecting him to agree and agree so quickly. Worst yet, he now had the responsibility to make it happen. "Whoa, not so fast. I would need a lot of props that you don't have." Mark thought he had figured a way out of his predicament. "There you are wrong," answered Sam with a smile. "I've got a storage shed out back with stuff that would probably do the trick. I'll show you the room after we close tonight and give you a few weeks to make it happen. Mark did not say much after hearing about his new task other than to say, "Okay, we'll take a look at the room later." And returned to stocking the shelf. Later that evening, Sam led Mark out into the ally, across the access road, back to what looked like a small storage garage. He unlocked the door and ushered Mark into a large high ceiling room. He flicked on a single light that hung from a wire high above the floor. In the room Mark found a blend of items that ranged from things you would find in a home to objects you would find in a clothing store. What caught Mark's attention were the mannequins. Most were in the form of females with a few male dummies. There were a number of wigs and assortment of items that could be used to dress the fake bodies. Now Mark's mind was starting to work in overdrive as he considered the possibilities. "Okay, here's the deal." Sam started, "Two weeks next Friday I want you to have a new store display in the window. Use what ever you can find in this room and we can talk about anything else you might need from the store. Have fun, but just make sure I see more couples in the store over the days that follow. Do we have an agreement?" Mark turned to look back at Sam, and then lowered his eyes in thought. Thinking quickly he added, "Okay, if I do this, what's in it for me?" Sam was half expecting this response from his smart employee, "If you do this and we increase sales by ten percent, fifty percent of that profit will be yours." Mark smiled, held out his hand, "We have a deal." ***** ***** ***** Mark shared his new task over dinner with his lovely wife two years his junior. Morgan immediately opened up a line of questions, clearly showing her interest in this new activity of her husband. Mark and Morgan had developed a very healthy attitude towards sex early in their marriage. During their honeymoon in Hawaii, Mark had no problem with Morgan running around topless, wearing only a small tight thong on the beach. They both enjoyed her being half nude. He had no problem enjoying the tan lines she displayed in the privacy of their room later that day. Morgan had been concerned when Mark first took the job with Sam. Not really knowing what went on during the work day at the store played in her thoughts until he brought home a few 'girlie magazines' he said were popular with the clientele. For a few of the pictorials, Mark pointed out his favorite models. The following afternoon she took one magazine into their bedroom to compare her body to the women in these pictures. Morgan quickly realized her large breasts and tiny ass were more than comparable to these models; she was 'HOT'! "Have you picked the fantasy yet?" she asked between bites. "Yep, it's my favorite fantasy." Mark answered while glancing up into his wife's green eyes and flashing a smile. "And what fantasy might that be?" She asked using a playful tone. "The one you keep teasing me about." Morgan knew exactly what he was talking about. She had stumbled upon this fantasy during one of their wildest love sessions. Morgan had found herself describing how she would act if someone surprised her while she was answering the door in a bathrobe. She placed her naked body into a white robe and watched his penis grow as she opened the white material to illustrate her story. She reflected on this fantasy, quietly taking another bite of food through a smile. Mark recognized the look on her face, "Yeah, I thought you might like that one. And that is why I picked it." "When do you expect to be done?" She asked quickly. "Sam has given me a deadline of two weeks to complete the display"." "Mmmmm, could I come down and take a look when it's complete?" "I don't see why not." Morgan lowered her head and grinned. She was having fun thinking about what their fantasy might look like in the window. She was thinking how nice it might look through the eyes of a voyeur. ***** ***** ***** Mark threw himself completely into his new project, coming into the store early and leaving late. He had erected two sets of curtains: one to block the view from the street, and the second to hide his work from within the store. Sam saw very little of him over those two weeks, except for an occasional glimmer of him running through the store to extract another item from the back storage garage. Morgan saw even less of him. Only over a late dinner, just before he crashed into bed could she ask a few questions on how the new project was coming along. This continued for a full two weeks. Mark finally came home early for dinner Thursday night, the evening before the unveiling. He was all smiles. "I'm done with the work and ready to unwrap our fantasy." He announced over dinner with the biggest of grins. "Are you pleased with it?" She asked, hoping he would tell her more. "Yep, and it is time to see what others think of my work." "Can I come down tomorrow night and take a look?' "I would rather you wait and see if I need to make any adjustments before you take a look." The smile on her face disappeared with his answer. He had just asked her to wait and she didn't want to wait. But she understood and respected his request. "Okay, but I do want to see it eventually." "You will." He quickly added with a twinkle in his eye. ***** ***** ***** Mark was in early Friday, just before Sam arrived to open the shop. He wanted to present his work to Sam before they were distracted by any shoppers. Sam came through the back door and walked up to Mark. "So is it done?" "Yes, and I thought you should be the first to see the display." Mark said sounding like an excited teenager. "Okay, show me!" Sam snapped. Mark walked towards the front door and motioned for Sam to follow. He unlocked the door and directed Sam to stand out on the sidewalk, running along the front window of the store. Once Sam was in position, Mark walked back into the store and climbed over to the front line of curtains. Sam watched as the curtain slowly moved away from the center of the window to fully expose the scene. The view Mark had created was a cutaway scene. To the right was a living room, equipped with couch, rug, lounging chair, torch light, and TV. In the middle of the window was a door frame, positioned to present a side view of the door; the door was open. In the living room stood a female mannequin with long flowing brunette hair covered only by a towel held by one arm draped under her breasts. She was naked otherwise. To the left of the door was another mannequin, dressed as a deliveryman with his arms reaching out presenting a pizza box to the naked lady. Sam smiled. He recognized the fantasy being presented to him and actually was guilty of having had this as one of his own naughty thoughts when he was married. "Okay, this looks good." Sam said as Mark came out of the store. "Let's see if it catches the attention of the couples that we spoke about." Sam let a small smile appear across his lips as he turned and walked towards the shop's entrance. Mark stood for a few minutes longer, enjoying his art work and trying to translate it into the fantasy that he really wanted: looking at Morgan and not a dummy in the window. Sam looked back at him as he opened the door, "Time to do some real work. Come on." ***** ***** ***** Mark could not wait for the evening crowds to come. He was very interested in the reaction his display would elicit from the couples walking by. It was hard to concentrate on his work, but he was finally able to focus on some cleaning he had neglected for the past two weeks. The work helped take his mind off the clock, allowing time to move a little faster. It was after ten that evening when Mark took a break from lifting and wandered over to help Sam behind the counter. "I'm not seeing much difference in sales tonight." Sam said after he finished ringing up a purchase for a young man. "Actually, I don't see many couples in here at all." Sam's remark did not set well with Mark. He had put too much of his energy into this project and now was feeling very disappointed. The next hour wasn't any better, Mark decided to wander out to the street and take in the reaction outside. He put on his coat, telling Sam that he was taking a short break, and walked out the front door. Mark moved over to the street light just to the right of the store and stood. It did not take long before his first couple strolled up the street. His heart beat faster with excitement as they stopped and looked into the store. "Well what do we have here?" Chuckled the man, as he held his arm around the woman at his side. "Looks like a special pizza delivery, one that I wouldn't mind having." The woman said nothing, only listened. Mark's ears perked up straining to ease drop on their conversation. "Not bad, not bad, but there is something missing," the man added. Missing, what's missing?" thought Mark as his disappointment started to mount. "Let's move on, it's getting late and I'm tired." The woman said, as she tugged on the man's arm as they moved away from the store. Mark's chance to find out what was wrong had been missed. Mark was clearly disappointed. He had worked so hard to put this display together and it was not getting the reaction that he had hoped for. He stood by the street light for another thirty minutes, getting the same reaction from two other couples that wandered by. Mark was now miserable. ***** ***** ***** Morgan had waited up for his return only to find a dejected person walk through her front door. "How did it go?" She asked. "Not well. There is something wrong with the display and for the life of me I do not know what. I thought it captured the fantasy perfectly, yet the couples that walked by the store had just the opposite reaction," he said in a low, disappointed voice. "I'm sure you did the best you could." She tried to encourage her husband as she planted a kiss on his cheek. "Why don't you go to bed and sleep on it. I'm sure you will figure it out." She pushed him towards the bedroom, having decided that tomorrow she would secretly go down to the store to see for herself what was going on. "Goodnight babe." ***** ***** ***** The sun was low in the west sky as Morgan put on her coat and left their apartment. She walked down to the bus stop and caught the 'Q4' bus that would take her downtown. Half an hour later the sun was setting and she was stepping off the bus just a block from the shop. She was wearing a scarf and shaded glasses in an effort to conceal her identity from her husband as she continued on her clandestine activity. Ten minutes later she was standing in front the store window, viewing her husband's work. Morgan smiled as her eyes wondered over the scene. She could see the long hard hours that her husband had spend on this task. It was a good scene, yet there was something missing and she did not know what it was at that moment. She let her eyes move over to the naked mannequin standing behind the towel. Morgan smiled as she studied the dummy in the window. She recognized the fact that Mark had tried to make the woman look as much like her as possible. The long brunette hair, red lips, and long legs were hers, like a hundred other women, but the tattoo heart on the woman's ass in the window was a dead give away he was thinking about her. She smiled thinking about her husband, when she suddenly realized what was bothering her about this display. It was the lines on the female's body. Since the mannequin was naked, it could not hide the fact that the arms and legs were designed to move, exposing a joint that could not be hidden. That was the problem. She was pleased with herself and she would tell her husband over dinner later that evening. ***** ***** ***** Mark returned home, as dejected as the previous day. The display had generated the same reaction and he was at a loss for what was wrong. Morgan took his coat and told him that she had prepared a sandwich and beer for him and pushed him in the direction of the kitchen. He did not resist, silently taking her direction. He had just taken his last bite of the sandwich, when she started to talk. "I went down to the store today to take a look at your work." This surprised him and now he was somewhat irritated because he wanted to change the display before she had a chance to look at it. "Morgan, I really wanted..." Mark started to speak but was interrupted. "I think I know what is wrong." This remark caught him by surprise, because for the last two days he was trying to figure out what was wrong and with one short visit, his wife was telling him she knew what was wrong. "It's the mannequin." "What's wrong with the mannequin?" He shot back, dipping his eyebrows, and starting to become defensive. "It's fake and it shows." "Just how does it show being fake?" "The lines around her shoulders and hips." This was like a ton of bricks hitting him in the face, when he realized what she was saying. He had to agree, but he still didn't know what to do. "You're right. I missed it. But now that you have pointed this out, I do understand. But how do I fix it?" "Use a real model and not a dummy." Thrusting her chest out, striking a sexy pose where she sat. "Yeah, Right! Where am I going to find a real model that will stand naked in a porn shop window?" "How about me?" "What do you mean, YOU!" Now he was concerned. "You remember that I had done some modeling before we were married." "Yes, but that was before we were married and now we are married." "Well I also did some 'freeze modeling' once, when they opened a new store in town." "Freeze modeling, what is that?" She had his attention. "That is where the store owner uses live models in their store displays. It gets people's attention faster and helps get the store on the map." "You've done that?" "Yep, and it was fun to stand perfectly still and watch the reaction from the street." She added as her mind wondered back to her first experience as a 'freeze model'. "Wait a minute. You're suggesting that I replace the female mannequin with you, right?" "Yes." "I'm not sure I would like my wife to be standing naked in a store window with all those people looking at her," he said, but the excitement growing between his legs was saying something else. Display Wife Ch. 01 Thinking out loud Mark added, "If we do this, no one can know. Sam doesn't have the money to pay you and I'm not sure I want him to know anyway. You have to keep your day job. We need the money. So, how would we pull this off?" "I'll do it for a few hours each evening on the weekends. And if I do this right, no one will ever know that I am real. They will just think that I am an expensive replica." Mark was suddenly quiet, deep in thought. At first he was thinking that there was no way he could put his wife on display, naked in a store window, but his penis entered into the discussion, and he was suddenly thinking yes. His mind was racing back and forth between no and yes, until his erection between his legs told his brain - YES. "I think it would be exciting to try. I want you to let me be the mannequin." Mark looked up, deep into his wife's eyes and could see the excitement that he was now feeling. "Could we pull this off such that no one would know you were real?" he suddenly asked. "Yes, I think so, and I would love to try." "Okay, okay, we'll give it a try next weekend. As long as we keep this our little secret and don't tell anyone, we'll try it." He moved over to her and took Morgan into his arms. "Our little secret." She smiled as she raised her head and planted a long sexual kiss on his mouth. They made love that night, thinking about the fantasy that would be playing out in the store window next week. ***** ***** ***** The next week could not come fast enough for either of them as they considered how they would pull this off. Finally they came up with a plan that would work. Friday came and Mark opened the store after opening the window display first. It was early in the day when Sam started to taunt Mark about his failed project. "I don't see where this display has made any difference in attracting couples into this store." Sam commented, as the trickle of patrons continued to flow in on Friday. "Just wait until this evening." Mark answered. "I've got a change I want to make that should make a difference." "Right, probably the same difference that you expected when you completely redid the whole window display." "Let me make the change just before the movies let out and we'll see." "Okay, we'll see." ***** ***** ***** Sam was the first to notice her. It was just before eight o'clock when she entered the store alone, wearing a trench coat and sunglasses. Mark was over to her in a flash and began to talk. Sam looked down to extract some coins; by the time he looked up again Mark and the mysterious woman were gone. A few minutes later Mark walked up to Sam and asked if it was okay with him to close the curtains to make the change in the display. Sam agreed. Mark actually ran through the store, which surprised Sam. Fifteen minutes later Mark was back at Sam's side helping to reorganize the glass display under the register, humming to himself. An hour later there came a steady stream of couples into the store, which caught Sam completely by surprise. He was pleased, but had no idea what was behind the increase in customers. He thought there many have been a new couple's movie playing down the street that could explain the change, but really didn't care. He was pleased with the new clientele and increased business. Just before Sam was about ready to close the store, Mark approached him again and said he needed to make another change to the display, which Sam agreed to without even thinking. Five minutes later that same woman was back in the store in her trench coat being ushered out by Mark. Sam thought it was a bit odd, but then dismissed it for any further consideration. ***** ***** ***** When Mark opened the door to his apartment later than evening, he was met by a naked wife who jumped up into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. "I need you now, I can't wait any longer." Morgan whispered as she nibbled on his ear. Mark was anxious to return home to get her reaction. He was as excited as she, and helped to remove his cloths as they quickly, passionately moved to the bedroom. They acted like newlyweds, making obsessive love. Within fifty-five minutes Morgan had three orgasms and Mark had one huge violent orgasm. They fell silently into each others arms, exhausted. Their hearts beat feverishly forcing their heavy breathing until they slowly calmed down cuddled closer. He enjoyed feeling her breasts push against his chest and the warmth of her body against his chest. Morgan was the first to speak. "I saw you when you came outside, what did I look like?" "You looked wonderfully naughty. I couldn't believe I was looking at my naked wife on display.' "It excited me also. I especially enjoyed the couples. At one point there were three couples talking to each other on the other side of the glass. The women kept looking at me, while the men tried to move around to take a look at my ass. The excitement of being on display and yet hardly being on display was very exciting. I did watch as one guy pointed at my tattoo and then placed his hand on his date's ass, which she slapped." "Morgan, I have to tell you that the sales for the night were the best ever. We had so many more couples into the store, buying items that I am sure they were going to enjoy at home. And Sam has no idea why this was happening with the window display." They both laughed and shared their naughty secret. "Mark, I have another idea for a new display that I would like to do, if you agree. Do you want to hear it?" "Tomorrow, babe. Tonight I just want to enjoy my 'display wife' ". She giggled with what he said. She liked being called 'his display wife'. Morgan closed her eyes thinking about what she just did at the shop, planted a gentle kiss on his lips, snuggled closer against his body before they both fell asleep. ***** ***** ***** Saturday night, just before eight, Morgan arrived at the store. Mark again asked Sam if he could make some adjustments after which he took his wife up to the front of the store. Mark turned off the light and stepped up to close the curtain. Looking about, Mark watched as Sam concentrated on a customer, and gestured for his wife to step up onto the stage. Now protected by curtains on both sides he helped her out of her coat and removed the mannequin from its standing position. Taking the towel, he handed it to his naked wife as she positioned herself in the spot where the fake woman had been standing. Morgan pulled the towel up over her breasts and placed one arm over the towel, slightly under her breasts. She checked to make sure the towel draped around her front, exposing only her ass. She froze in her pose, staring into the pizza delivery mannequin's face, wishing it was real man, rather than a dummy. Mark opened the curtain, blew a kiss in her direction and stepped off the stage. Suddenly the lights were on her and she knew she could not move. It did not take long before the first man approached the window and looked in. His eyes were moving over the entire scene until they came upon her and then they stopped. The expression on his face seemed to question what he was seeing, but the smile that appeared said he enjoyed the view. He moved over to the side trying to look back at her ass. Morgan had a hard time seeing what he was doing, but could imagine that he was trying to see between her legs. This excited her thinking about what he wanted to see. She watched these people and started to let her own fantasies run wild in her mind. She enjoyed the naughty thoughts dashing through her brain. It excited her and pleased her knowing she was on display, unable to move, for their enjoyment. She wanted to show them more. She wanted to show her body completely naked. She desperately wanted to drop the towel and have her own orgasm. Morgan was able to shift her thoughts, to regain control, before she did something crazy. A few couples walked by, stopped and were talking while viewing the display. It was clear that the men enjoyed the scene as did the women. There were a lot of hands moving over their date's asses as Morgan was sure they were asked for this fantasy to be played out for them at home. She enjoyed the fact that she was the source of their fantasy, because this fantasy (of her being on display) was playing out in real-time for her. Suddenly her eyes moved to the left as a real deliveryman holding a pizza approached the window to take a peak. She let her concentration move from the fake mannequin to the real man now in her view, which only added to her excitement. She wanted to show him more. Her eyes locked onto his as his stare moved up and down her body. She felt a little more daring and slowly started to let her arm drift down her body to expose one breast. Slowly, very slowly, the towel moved down until one nipple was completely exposed. This fact excited her more. She could feel the moisture between her legs and she wanted to go home. She wanted to get fucked. Morgan suddenly noticed she was having an affect on the delivery person, for he moved his hand under his belt, down the front of his pants to adjust an erection that was now painfully out of control. His eyes closed as he touched himself, and opened up again to look at her. This made Morgan even more excited. She watched him unzip his pants and pull out his penis. He had placed the pizza on the ground and looked both ways to make sure no one was watching. Then, using his coat to hide himself, he moved up to the window and started to masturbate. Morgan was getting so excited; this man was completely on display to her. She enjoyed the effect she was having on him. He stared at her, moving his hand faster and faster until he suddenly stopped. He looked to his left and then quickly used the coat to cover up. Someone must be walking down the street she guessed. He waited and she watched as a couple walked by hurriedly. Once they had passed, he rapidly dressed himself. Then, looking around to make sure no one else had caught his act, picked up the box and walked out of Morgan's view. There were a few more frisky couples that stopped, took a good look at her, and then moved into the store to see what they could purchase. None of them came close to doing what the deliveryman had done. Closing time could not come fast enough for Morgan. She needed to be fucked again, and she needed it bad. But before she would let her husband enter her, she was going to excite her husband by telling him what she was thinking as the real deliveryman on the street looked upon her in the window. ***** ***** ***** Just before the store closed Sam was surprised once more to see the same woman, in the same trench coat and sunglasses. He let it pass as he concentrated on another good day of profits being counted at the register. That evening, naked but for a towel, Morgan acted out what she did in the store window. Mark sat on the bed with his member firmly in one hand as he listened to her describe the excitement that was going through her head. As Morgan described the scene, she lowered the towel until two very large erect nipples appeared into Mark's view. His excitement was showing as his hand started to move up and down his fully erect penis faster. She looked deep into his eyes and confessed to him, "I wanted to be fucked so badly. Watching him masturbate made me so horny". Mark moved to the edge of the bed, grabbed his wife and pulled her down to make love. They did not take time to close the shade to the window, leaving it completely open. Neither one of them was concerned about who might be watching. They were in need of their pleasure, and nothing was going to get in the way of their enjoyment. Mark positioned her at the end of the bed and entered her from behind. Moving slowly at first and then very quickly he came. Morgan was delighted with herself. She was in control of his excitement, knowing that he would be in control of her orgasm in a few minutes. Mark flipped her over onto her back and forced her down onto the bed. Turning he walked over to their closet and found a hat. Digging through the upper shelf, he found a box the size of a pizza. It was his turn to act out the scene, to become her deliveryman. He described his thoughts as he saw her nipples and realized that she must be real and not a mannequin. Running into the store, he described how he would climb up on the stage, push her against the glass and fuck her from behind. Standing Morgan up, Mark moved her over to the open window, with light glaring throughout the room; he played with her body, grinding her against the glass, bringing her to a standing orgasm. They moved back to the bed, dropping exhausted on top of the covers, naked. "I have another idea for a new scene." She whispered in his ear as he lay exhausted by her side," Do you want to hear it?" This time he did, and she quietly explained her plan as they lay naked above the sheets. After she was done describing her thoughts, he smiled and kissed her forehead. Taking her again into his arms, they fell asleep. ***** ***** ***** The next day Mark asked Sam if he could change the scene; he would need to shutdown the display for a week to make the modifications. Sam was not going to argue with success. He knew the money flow had gotten better after Mark had introduced the new window display. Sam was not sure why the store was doing better, but he was quick to give Mark the credit and figured not to fight success. Let him continue to spin his magic. "Sure, go right ahead. I can handle the store while you are up front working." For that next week Mark worked the window as Morgan came down to monitor its progress. In the evenings over dinner they would discuss how the window was coming along and Morgan would explain what changes she would like. By Friday the new display was ready to go and so were they. Display Wife Ch. 02 Mark granted Sam a sneak peek of the new window just before they opened the store. "I only have one suggestion to make, and that is to add a few props." Is all Sam said, slapping Mark's back in approval as they both stepped back into the store. It was now much later in the day, time for the 'trench coat lady' to show up. She was on time still hiding behind sunglasses, Sam noted to himself, looking up from the register having mentally predicted when she would arrive. Mark excused himself from Sam and made his way over to the mysterious lady. She followed Mark to the store window, letting him step up onto the platform to close the curtain view from the street. Morgan followed, stepping up through the second set of curtains that hid both of them from the inside of the shop. "Are you ready?" He made his way over to her as she opened her coat. "I'm as ready as I am ever going to be and very nervous." She said as she removed her coat and shivered from the cold. Standing in front of Mark was his almost naked wife wearing a very sheer, nude color nightie that stopped above her waist minus any panties. The only other thing she wore were back heeled slippers, sporting a pompom above the toes. Her nails were painted bright red and so were her lips. Morgan was under a long red wig this time, providing a little warmth, but not much more. "I placed a number of heat lamps between the spot lights that should help to keep you warm. The cold's effect on your nipples doesn't look bad." Mark let a large smile widen across his face. "Okay smart-ass, let me sit down and get into my pose." She could see he was enjoying this, maybe too much. At the back of the stage Mark had positioned a vanity table. On the vanity was a very large mirror and on top of the vanity lay a number of female items: hair brush, nail polish, lipstick. There was also a very large 'rabbit vibrator'. "What is this doing here?" Morgan asked picking up the vibrator and pointing it in Mark's direction. "Oh that, Sam wants to sell more items in the store and thought that if we put it in the display that might help to increase some sales." Morgan smiled as she placed the item back on the table. There was also a DVD titled 'Wife's Secret Life', which she understood why it was there, and chuckled to herself at the irony. "The wig you are wearing, the negligee, and slippers can also be bought from the store." Mark added. Morgan nodded with understanding. Mark lifted the female mannequin from the chair and walked it off stage, placing it out of sight. Morgan moved over to the chair and sat down. Her back was facing the window, while the mirror presented her a full view of what was happening on the street. In return, the mirror provided the sidewalk a full view of her breasts as they peaked through the thin material. She sat down on the low stool finding a comfortable position; presenting the street her backside. She rested her arms on the table and looked into the mirror. Without turning to look at Mark she said, "I'm ready." Mark took one last look, adjusted the growing erection in his pants and moved over to open the curtains. The scene slowly became visible from the street. From outside, the people walking by were presented a bedroom scene. To the right sat a bed, in the center was the vanity, and to the left was a bedroom window. The stuffed animals on the bed, the lace curtains, and the pictures on the wall give the room a female theme. If you move to the left of the vanity you would be able to see Morgan's red lips and green eyes reflected in the mirror. The door from the previous fantasy had been replaced with a window; its shade left open. Two fake bushes were placed to the left of the window, painting the illusion of outside. Hidden between the bushes was a male mannequin kneeling low. His head was positioned at the lowest point of the window, peering back into the room. But the most prominent feature in the room, sitting on top of the low half chair was Morgan's ass, offered prominently to the voyeur on the street. Mark had made his way out of the store to the street. He wanted to study the scene from the outside, to make sure nothing was wrong. His eyes moved slowly from right to left over the entire scene, only slowing as his wife came into view came. Unhurriedly he studied her body, enjoying his wife's exhibitionism, only stopping to look a little longer at the tattoo on her ass. He was pleased so far and continued to move his eyes to the left. As his examination moved to the mirror, he found his wife staring back. She allowed a small smirk appear on her lips as they locked eyes. Mark smiled back and then let his eyes drift down where he could see the clear image of her breast and nipples through the thin material reflected in the mirror. At first he was jealous, but then realizing that she was protected by the glass, he became excited. He stopped to savor the view and closed his eyes in thought of what might happen later that evening. They were both excited. His view moved further to the left, finally coming upon the figure squatted outside. The male dummy was placed low at the window, sneaking a look into the bedroom like a 'Peeping Tom'. Mark shut his eyes and replaced this mental image with himself, as his mind looked in on an intimate moment of a woman that had forgotten to close her shade for the evening. It excited him, knowing it was his wife that was on display. Opening his eyes and looking away from the window, Mark let the excitement in his pants subside. Once he was under control, he let his glance take one last scan of the entire scene, then moved back towards the front door of the store. Morgan watched in the mirror as her husband moved out of view. ***** ***** ***** For Morgan, this was an exhibitionist's dream. She was on display and she could secretly spy on their reaction using the mirror. She watched each of them stop, stare at her through the store window, and understood that she was becoming the object of their desire's. This thought excited her, not really helping to maintain her pose, causing her to wish for some real stimulation between her legs. She watched as a young man came up to the window, pressing his face up against the window pain, trying to get a closer look. It energized her knowing she was the focus of his curiosity, trying to figure out if she were real or not. Later, when a couple approached, she fantasized that she was the third in their threesome. Morgan could feel the wetness drip down between her legs as this sexy couple came into view. She wanted to close her eyes and drift into a fantasy, but could only blink, keeping her eyes open, maintaining the illusion she was not real, as she studied the eyes that were now looking back. Morgan was in need of an orgasm and desired something to be throbbing inside of her. She was getting desperate. She tried to focus on what would happen later. There would be relief for her in their apartment after the store closed, but she was not sure she would be able to wait. She let her eyes shut, only for a moment, taking in the image of being fucked by Mark. Later that evening, she received the relief she desired, as they made love and talked about the window. Mark told her that the sales that evening had been great. Interesting enough, the 'rabbit vibrator' and 'nude nightie' were big sellers that night, which pleased Sam, but especially pleased Morgan and Mark. They understood why the couples had purchased the items, and this excited both of them. "You know Mark, if Sam is so interested in selling items, you might let me use a toy tomorrow night. That could help me get through the night and provide the stimulus to sell another item." Mark listened to her request; his penis rose with the thought of where that toy might be placed. This delighted him and they made love again, enjoying the playful exchange of thoughts they both had just shared. ***** ***** ***** Saturday night Mark presented Morgan the anal toy she requested. Using a little lube, he slid the short, fat, blue anal tool up her ass. Mark was surprised how easily the toy slid inside her. He realized that his wife must be very excited. The large blue flange stopped the toy from moving any deeper into her ass, it also clearly identified what was sticking up her anus. Morgan sat down on the chair, as she did the evening before, now with the anal toy clearly on display to the street. Morgan enjoyed the pairs of eyes stopping, staring, smiling, and taking her in. As the evening wore on, she was not sure the toy was really a good idea. She could feel her bottom muscles tighten around the plastic and then relax. This was driving her crazy and she was not sure if she would be able to sit still or if she would have to move to release the orgasm that was growing within her body. When she felt her excitement growing, she would close her eyes and fill her head with non-sexual thoughts to calm her body down. Then, when she felt she had things under control, Morgan reopened her eyes and scanned the street for her fans. Her excitement would again grow, and she would close her eyes again to repeat the process, hoping no one was catching this movement in the mirror. All evening long it felt like a rollercoaster: moving up towards an orgasm and then coming down, then moving up again. She would be in rare form that evening for Mark, and she knew it. Sam noticed that sales were brisk again that evening, but for some reason the blue anal toy was flying off the shelf. Mark had been forced to restock the shelf in the last hour of the store. Sam did not remember asking Mark to place this toy in the window, but then remembered that Mark had asked for the item. Sam was wondering how that toy was placed in the scene, such that it was generating so much interest from his customers. Sam decided to walk out front and take a look for himself. Fifteen minutes later he was standing on the street looking for a blue toy in the window. Sam's eyes drifted over the display and for some reason he was not able to find the blue anal toy. He would soon realize that the toy had been taken out of its wrappings. Suddenly he found the toy, sticking out of the mannequin's ass. But how could that be? Mark would have needed to drill a hole in the dummy to be able to insert it into the female. Sam's view drifted back and he took the whole female mannequin into his head. As he stared his brain said something is wrong and finally said you're not looking at a dummy, you are looking at a real woman. Sam was now in shock, as his eyes drifted over to the mirror and he looked in. What he saw excited him, he was looking at some very large, soft breasts that were clearly real because they had color around the nipples. He knew his mannequins did not have painted tits. Letting his view slowly move up the mirror he was now looking deep into two very gorgeous large green eyes. He let his examination move out, and suddenly realized he was looking at the 'trench coat woman'. Who ever this woman was, Mark knew who she was, and he was going to confront him later. For now he was not going to create an incident. Sales had been good, and Sam did not want to disturb good business. Sam watched with more interest later, as the 'trench coat woman' appeared and briskly left the store. He had asked Mark earlier to stay for a short talk after the store was closed. Mark was not happy about this request; after all, he was more interested in getting home to his horny wife. But, Mark understood where the paycheck was coming from and stayed. "So who is she?" Sam asked as Mark strolled up to the register. "What are you asking." Mark answered now slightly surprised. "Who was that naked woman in the window?" "What naked woman?" "The naked woman with an anal toy up her ass." Sam quickly added. Mark now realized that he was busted and would need to do some fast talking. "That was a woman I hired to sit for a few hours on the weekends." He lied. "There is no way you would pay someone to sit there naked because you don't get enough money from me to pay a woman to do that." Sam now knew he had guessed right and she was real, but now he wanted to know who she was. "Okay, okay. You're right. I don't pay her because she is my wife." "Your wife? I don't think your wife would do something like that, nor would you let her." Sam shot back at Mark, still trying to get the truth out of him. "It's true, she is my wife. I'm not lying about that." Over the next half-hour Mark told Sam the story of how Morgan came about being the model and why. Sam listened intently, concerned, but was completely amazed at what he was hearing. As Mark told the story, Sam let his mind rethink the past three weeks and how good business had gotten. He also realized that no one really knew, that it was a real model except for Mark, and now him. This crazy scheme was working and making good money. Sam let his brain digest the story. He was also getting excited thinking about some new scenes that he could voyeur. Mark finally finished his narrative. Sam told him that since it was working that they could keep it as their secret and let Morgan continue being their live model. Mark was not sure if this was a good idea, since Sam was now in on their secret. Then Sam told him that he was just about ready to give Mark his walking papers, because the store was not earning enough money, and the success of the window display was the only reason he was able to keep Mark. If they lose the window display and business falls back to what it was, he would have to let Mark go. Having no paycheck was not an option for Mark, and he knew it. But letting Morgan know that Sam was in on their secret was not a good idea either. Mark decided that he would not tell Morgan and asked Sam not to confront her; telling him that if Morgan found out, she would probably quit. Sam understood, and agreed that they would keep this fact from Morgan, letting her believe no one else knew her secret. ***** ***** ***** Mark was greeted that evening by his wife in a short, black silk robe. She still wore the black slippers from the window display. Morgan started to dance around the living room, as Mark closed the front door, wiggling and flashing her body from beneath the robe. He could see when she opened the robe that she still wore the nude color nightie from the store. She moved around the room, teasing Mark, letting the robe speak for her as it fell from her shoulders, down, onto the floor. Morgan continued to dance around the room bottomless, letting the fullness of her breasts play with the nightgown, teasing her husband even more. "You know what I want tonight?" She whispered. "Yes, you want me." He smiled as he started to remove his shirt. "No, I want a DP." This caused Mark to freeze in place, "What, you want two men to make love to you tonight?" "Sort of." She laughed. He was not sure what she was asking, and she could see the concern on his face. "I do want two dicks in me tonight, but I only want one man." And she slowly turned to present her butt cheeks, showing the blue anal plug still firmly inserted into her ass. She gave him time to digest what she just showed him, then looking over her shoulder, gave him a devilish smile and continued to wiggle the toy in his direction. Mark was not slow, fully understood what she was asking and started to rip his own clothing from his body. Scooping her up into his arms he carried her quickly into their bedroom, placing her on the bed. She rolled over onto her tummy and pushed her ass up into his direction. "I am very wet." She added as Mark stood motionless, taking in the scene. She did not need to tell him twice. His moved over to the bed and slipped into her pussy feeling the toy against his cock, as he slid inside her. Moving slowly at first, he moved in and out. Morgan moaned each time he would fill her, feeling both objects forcing their way inside of her. She was ready for him hours earlier. It did not take her long to cum. Shaking violently she had the orgasm she desperately wanted hours earlier. Feeling her excitement helped to push Mark over the edge. While she was calming down from her orgasm, he came, filling her, causing her to overflow. He finished, dropping down on top of her, wrapping his arms around her, as their hearts strained to settle down. They lay on the bed for a few minutes, catching their breath. Mark finally rolled off to find a towel. ***** ***** ***** Morgan was asleep in his arms, as Mark let his thoughts drift back to the conversation he had earlier with Sam. He did not like keeping secrets from his wife. He didn't like keeping secrets from anyone, but since the two of them had a secret from Sam, what harm would it have if he kept this secret from his wife. In a strange way he was starting to justify his situation. He knew she was enjoying this new role, his sex life was off the scales, and he still had a job. Does it really hurt if Sam now knows she is the model? This last thought excited him, knowing that Sam would become a special voyeur. What's so bad about Sam knowing; the whole town has been able to voyeur her. Sam had stayed in the store after Mark had gone home to set up something special for himself. He would share what he was doing down the road with Mark, but for now it would remain his secret. It appears there were a lot of secrets being played out that evening. ***** ***** ***** Morgan continued to play the model for the next two weeks. She still had the anal toy, but was not able to insert it every evening. Some evenings she was just too excited to be able to have it inside her. On those nights she would sit on the item, so it still could be seen, but just not in her ass. She knew on those nights she would not be able to maintain her composure if the toy was in place. Three weeks later Morgan had given Mark the next fantasy. This one would be easier to set up, if Mark understood what she was asking. When Mark asked Sam to change the display, Sam wanted to know what it would be. Sam liked what he heard. He was also getting some ideas of his own that he knew could wait. Display Wife Ch. 03 Chapter Three -- The Notorious Bettie Page The idea had come to Morgan after Mark had brought home an old 'girlie magazine' that Sam had given him. The magazine featured a model by the name of Bettie Page. On the pages of the journal, surrounding the pictures in the publication was a number of articles written about her life as a 'pin-up legend'. The shots that appealed most to Morgan were of Bettie taken at the beach in a red polka dot bikini. This, she decided, was to become the theme for their next window display. In this fantasy, she would be facing the street, barely covered with the bathing suit. Morgan drew a quick picture on paper to explain what she had in mind to Mark and set him off to find the props to make it happen. This scene was easier to put together, except for the sand. Mark had found a large mural that presented a view of the surf that he used as the backdrop. He was surprised to find enough bags of sand next to the back garage that could spread out on the stage to give one the impression of being at the beach. A tripod was set up, off to the left of the window, supporting an old style camera. He found dealing with the male dummy to be straightforward. All Mark needed to do was clothe him in pants and a short sleeve shirt of that era, placing him behind the camera, bent over with his back to the sidewalk. Centered on the stage was the Bettie Page mannequin. Here the smiling face lay under her trademark curly long black hair, sporting bangs that stopped high above her eyes. The red lips were painted on, and the bikini was very tiny. She was placed kneeling, on the sand with her arms reaching out to a yellow and white striped beach ball resting on the sand in front of her. It was a fairly good recreation of that famous picture, very sexy, yet modest for today's standards. When Mark unveiled the display, Sam was very pleased with what he saw. It brought him back to his youth. The excitement he felt when he was younger had returned as he started to contemplate the real possibilities that this presented for him. His thoughts centered on what was coming, and that pleased him even more. Within the window they put on view a number of sex toys, strategically placed around the model, clearly visible from the street. To the left was a sexy black skirt and white blouse positioned as if she had just taken it off and carelessly dropped onto the sand. To the right was a very skimpy thong bikini, not quite an item of that era, but an item that could be purchased in the store. No surprise, later that night, after Morgan had replaced the mannequin, the sales for those items increased. Morgan enjoyed this scene more than the others. She was not forced to strain watching the reaction to her voyeurs. She could look them directly in their eyes. She was completely covered by the bikini, so she was not concerned about showing too much. And she was in a comfortable position, kneeling in the soft sand, resting her hands on the beach ball that lay in front of her. This was truly a comfortable position to be in, for a model. Morgan thought about using another anal plug for her own enjoyment, but decided that since no one would be able to see behind her, that it would not increase any sales. She really didn't need the stimulation anyway. She was getting very excited watching the couples stare at her, whisper between themselves, and run a hand or two over the other's body. She may be covered more than the other nights, but she was able to extract that sexy image that had made Bettie Page famous. Morgan watched how intently her voyeurs studied her through the window. The fact that they would look at her carefully, reinforced her comfort of them believing she was fake. Her scene was having an effect on them and they were having a wonderful effect on Morgan. She enjoyed being on display. She recognized Sam as he came out front of the store to view the scene. She thought it strange that he appeared to concentrate on just her face, feeling that he was trying to look deep into her eyes. She blocked the thoughts that were running through her head at that point, and focused very hard on not blinking, which surely would have given her away. But the way he stared at her made her feel very nervous. Sam had stepped out to view Mark's wife in the window. He had only seen her in a trench coat behind a set of sunglasses, and wanted to look at this beauty from under the coat and glasses. He was not disappointed. The bikini was sexy, but it hid too much. The voyeur in him wanted to see more. As his eyes wandered away from her face and over her body, he came upon a devilish plan. Sam decided that after Mark had left the store he would put his plan into motion. Sales again were brisk and this pleased the three of them. Mark had returned to home for another round of physical sex with his wife. Late at night, as they lay exhausted in each others arms, they talked about the excitement each felt as Morgan displayed herself as the model. Sam had stayed after the store closed to hatch his plan. He had removed the bikini from the mannequin and was working on removing just enough of the stitching around the hooks that would cause the suit to fall apart. He then added a few strategic stitches to reduce its size and make it tighter. It did not take him long to make the alterations and he very carefully replaced the suit onto the dummy. Stepping back, Sam looked up towards the ceiling, checking on the work he had done the other night. He was enjoying this. He was totally focused on Mark's wife. ***** ***** ***** It was Saturday night and the 'trench coat lady' had come into the store and disappeared again. Sam was pleased, as Mark returned from the display window. Sam asked Mark to run the register, telling him that he needed to go back to his office. Sam entered his back room, closed, and locked the door; making sure no one would interrupt him. Walking over to a small TV behind his desk, Sam flipped the 'on' switch and sat down. Slowly a picture appeared on the screen and in the middle of the picture was Morgan. She was in the Bettie Page wig and posed as she was the night before. Sam smiled to himself and reached over to turn the VCR to 'record mode'. He turned the TV picture off, got up and returned to the store floor. ***** ***** ***** For some reason Mark was not able to obtain two copies of the bathing suit from Sam, so she had to share the one bikini with the dummy. Morgan had to move fast to remove the bikini from the mannequin and put it on herself before Mark could opened the window curtains. Morgan had arrived naked under the trench coat taking the city bus, as she did the night before. She removed the suit from the dummy, handed the replica to Mark, and quickly put the bottoms on. Morgan finished dressing in the bikini and then noticed a problem. For some reason the bathing suit felt a bit tighter tonight. She tried to remember what she ate over the last twenty-four hours and decided that she needed to go back on her diet. She positioned herself in the sand, turned to her right and said to her husband, "I'm ready." Mark smiled and slowly drew open the curtains, putting his wife on display again to the general public. Life was good, but the sex was even better, ever since they started this little game. He took one last look at her kneeling there and let his eye drift up to the window to catch the voyeurs waiting to take a peek. A little stiffness grew in his pants and he decided he needed to return to his job to get this growing problem under control. Morgan enjoyed the prying eyes that were upon her now and slowly controlled each breath she was taking, realizing that the bathing suit did very little to hide the fact that she was a hot blooded real woman needing to breathe. She concentrated on each breath, making sure the air came in through her nose and into her rib cage slowly filling her chest, until she reversed the process and let the air flow out over her lips. She was pleased with herself; she did this well for the first half hour. Once she had the breathing under control, this allowed her to concentrate on her admirers. This was a source of titillation for her, as she took in the wandering eyes. Morgan could almost feel their eyes caressing her skin as they moved over the window fantasy. She had just locked onto a young couple when she felt something go wrong. All of a sudden the top of her bathing suit felt very loose. And with each new breath she took it felt easier to fill her lungs. It felt like the material was falling from her breasts. Abruptly she felt something drop to her knees. Without looking down, she knew what had happened. The bikini top was no longer there. She was in a panic, she felt the cold air run over her breasts, and she felt completely exposed. Her blood flowed faster through her entire body; she could hear her heart beat faster. Morgan worried that the redness she was sure was showing in her cheeks would give her away, but she dare not move. Morgan's eyes regained focus, looking straight ahead, as she peered out over the couple again. What she watched only reinforced her fears. The man was smiling with one hand running up and down his date's ass, while his other pointed at Morgan, mouthing look at that to the woman beside him. She knew he was enjoying the fact that she had just lost her top. Rapidly the modest scene was becoming very erotic. This seemed to draw a larger crowd at the window, as the numbers grew, stopping to take in her exhibition. Morgan remained very, very still in hopes that they would think is was just a wardrobe malfunction on a dummy. Then she had something more to worry about. She realized that her nipples were growing larger, as a cool breeze flowed over her breasts, causing her to become even more anxious. She watched as they pointed at her breasts. Not hearing them, but fully understand the gestures she witnessed through the glass. The men kept pointing at her boobs, smiling and talking to their dates. Their arms were flying as well as their body movements trying to explain what they had noticed that the others had not. Suddenly Morgan let a smile appear across her mouth, ending the argument, telling her voyeurs she was real. Sam heard the commotion that was going on outside the store as the door opened and closed. He wondered if his plan was working, but remained calm, working the counter, figuring that he would be able to study it later from the recording he was making. The couples started to flow in at a steady stream, asking to purchase one item in particular: the bikini. He smiled to himself as he realized that it was working. Then one customer came up to pay for his item, turning to his date he said, "Wasn't that great! She's real." He was relaxed knowing that he would enjoy all of this, when he watched this rerun later that evening. Morgan regained control of the situation and focused on remaining still. She knew she was more naked than she had ever been on previous nights. She had not wanted to give away the fact that she was real. But given her current situation, she figured that she would just remain very still and give them something to ponder. She tried to keep her mind occupied, but was having trouble when she realized that the people on the street were only focused on her tits. A very handsome middle aged man appeared before her, distracting her, letting the sexual thoughts start to fill her head again. In her sight was a man, probably in his mid forties, smartly dressed in a suit and tie. He had thick black wavy hair and a very strong chin. He stood in the window and looked upon her, forcing Morgan's thoughts to wander to that sexual part of her brain. She let this fantasy play out hoping it would help her control the situation she was in. In her mind she watched as this man walked into the store, over to the window, pulled the curtains aside, stepping up to her side. He stared at her, as she remained still, trying to pose. Slowly he started to remove his own clothing: first his suit jacket, then the tie, his shirts, the pants, and all the rest until he was completely naked. Grabbing her he picked her up and tore off her bikini bottoms, and pulled her into his arm. He kissed her deeply, letting his tongue enter her mouth. His hands caressed her back and down to her ass, he moved one hand to her front, down between her legs trying for force her legs apart. She spread her legs slightly, letting his fingers enter her and she became more and more wet with his touch. He broke the kiss and pushed her down onto the sand, moving her onto her hands and knees. He positioned himself behind her and with one fast thrust, entered her and started to fuck her while their audience in the street watched and cheered them on. Morgan's eyes looked out over her admirers and she got wetter thinking how all her voyeurs would like to fuck her, as he was fucking her now in her mind. It did not take him long to cum, and they fell to the sand with him still inside of her and he lay on top of her with his penis still throbbing inside her. Then, the window display lights went out. Sam had turned the lights out. ***** ***** ***** "What happened?" Mark exclaimed as he found her in the darkness of the stage. "How did your top come off?" "I don't know. I was sitting still and suddenly I could feel it falling. I did not want to move. I was thinking about getting up and running for the side, but then I was not sure if I could find you and I did not want to run through the store like this." She said, as she removed the bathing suit and retrieved the coat from Mark's hand. When Mark had finally realized there was a problem, he came rushing over to the window to find her. Mark thought she was in a frozen state of panic by the way she looked, when he first pulled back the curtains. He did not understand she was deep within her fantasy. "I need to get out of here Mark, before someone figures out whom I really am. I'll see you later when you get home." Morgan placed the glasses over her eyes and moved quickly off the stage as she put the coat over her body. She stepped down from the window and swiftly moved out the front door. Mark was left with a bikini in his hand, having had no time to do much of anything before she ran out. He was at a loss at what to say and at a bigger loss trying to figure out what had just happened. He found the dummy and quickly placed the bikini on it. He did not spend much time positioning the replica, almost throwing it onto the sand. He didn't care. He was more concerned about something else, and that was Morgan. ***** ***** ***** Mark told Sam what had happened and said that he wasn't sure Morgan would return to do this scene again given what had happened tonight. Sam was in agreement, saying, "I think you are right. We should let this scene go and concentrate on the next fantasy." "I'm not sure Morgan will agree to do any more posing after what happened tonight." "Okay, I understand. Why don't you get home and make sure she is alright. We'll talk more over the next couple of days and see where we are. So go home to her." "Okay... yes... I need to go. Goodnight Sam. I'll see you tomorrow at work." And Mark left. ***** ***** ***** Mark thought he would be met by a very concerned wife. He was completely surprised with his wife's reaction when he got home. He had thought the incident at the store would have quenched any thoughts of making love. But, instead he found a very aroused wife. Morgan told him how she had been able to maintain control of the situation by moving into a fantasy and letting her mind drift away from the bikini problem. As she described what was going on in her head, he found she was removing his clothing. Mark was not resisting. She moved deeper into her fantasy and told him how excited she felt when she dreamed she was being fucked by this 'stranger' on the stage while others watched. Morgan pulled Mark over to their sliding glass door, turned towards the door and placed both hands firmly upon the window. She looked over her shoulder and wiggled her ass in his direction. She was naked, very much on display for the neighborhood to see, for anyone up late that night. Mark's excitement grew and he removed the boxers that were now restraining his growing erection. He moved up behind her and with one fast stroke, slid into her. He started to make love to her from behind. Mark moved one hand down in front until he found her pussy. He let his fingers find his target and she moaned as he tickled her clit. He moved his other hand up, over one breast and started to pinch her nipple. This caused Morgan to push back and she used some Kegels exercises to squeeze his engorged penis that was deep inside her. He became that 'stranger' to her, telling her what he would do and then doing it. Mark moved slowly at first, but then increased his thrusts until he could hear her breathing increase as she opened her mouth. The reflection of her face in the glass showed a woman, deeply immersed within her own excitement, having closed both eyes. He knew she was on the verge of coming, which excited him even more. They came together, which was unusual for both of them; this was not what normally happens. This pleased them greatly. Mark held her tight, enjoying his own orgasm as he remained deep inside her. In return she enjoyed how her own body felt, as she continued to squeeze his penis deep inside her. They stood at the widow for about thirty seconds, trying to control their wobbling and tired legs. Mark lowered his hands to catch the liquid that he knew would be coming when he withdrew from her. She felt him retreat and lowered one hand over her pussy to catch what he could not. They ran for the bathroom to clean up. Shortly they dropped on the bed, under the covers to enjoy the warmth of their skin against the other. They did not talk anymore that evening. What needed to be said could wait. They finally fell asleep, getting only a few hours of rest before the sun came up to start the next day. ***** ***** ***** Sam was very pleased with himself as he sat to watch the video tape. The alteration he had made to the bikini worked. He had hoped that both the top and the bottom would fall off, but was very pleased with the view of her tits. Her nakedness was completely exposed to the camera that he had installed to voyeur her. Sam sat in his chair, with his pants planted down at his feet and his erection firmly in one hand. He was getting excited watching, as this young exhibitionist woman became flush in her cheeks when her top dropped away. He was impressed that she did not move. He recognized the fear in her eyes when she realized that she was topless, but he watched as her eyes closed towards the end and he could almost swear that she was headed towards an orgasm just before the lights went out. Sam exploded into his own hand. That was worth installing the camera, he thought to himself as he smiled and savored his own pleasure. Sam knew what the next scene had to be. It was one of his favorite fantasies, and he was thinking hard on how he would sell it to Mark over the next week. He was pretty sure she would do the scene. Sam just needed to sell it to Mark. Display Wife Ch. 04 Chapter Four -- The Story of O Sam was prepared for Mark's suggestion to abandon the window displays following the Bettie Page weekend. Mark approached Sam midday on Monday and said he thought the display window had run its course; that they should try something that didn't require Morgan being the model. He had not discussed this with his wife, but was reacting to what had happened over the weekend, and had made a command decision on his own. This was exactly the response Sam had expected. He already knew the answer he would give, but he let Mark explain his position first. "I understand your position Mark and I would have said the same if I were you. But in my position, and given the state of the business, I will probably have to let you go if that is your final decision." Those words took the wind out of Mark's lungs. He knew Sam had said he would consider letting him go, but he never thought Sam would actually do it. It had taken Mark over six months to find this job, and he needed this job. "Wait a minute, you're telling me that if my wife does not continue to be the model that you will have to let me go?" "Yes, I may have to let you go." Sam lied. The business had done so well, he was actually in a position to give Mark a raise, but he did not share this fact with Mark. Sam figured that if he gave Mark a raise, there was still a risk that Mark would want to remove Morgan from the window. He took a chance with this approach. There were other priorities playing here. And one of those was what Sam wanted, not what Mark needed. "Okay... Okay... let me think about this for a minute. Mark had not heard the word 'may', he only heard the phrase 'let you go'. How about moving back to just using the mannequins?" Mark interjected without thinking hard. "That didn't work the first time, if you remember." "Yes... okay... it didn't work the first time. But maybe I can fix the dummies or maybe you can help me find better replicas?" "Nope, what's in the back store room is all I've got. I cannot think of another option at this point, Mark. It worked because your wife became the model. If she will not do the display window, then sales will probably go back to what they were, and I may not be able to pay you." Mark did not respond immediately. He lowered his head in thought and waited a bit longer. "All right, let me think about this. I'll get back to you with an answer later." Mark needed time to absorb the situation and evaluate the different options. "By the way, I have a suggestion for the next scene if you decide to stay on." This surprised Mark, because he was only thinking about whether or not he should let Morgan continue being the model, and here was Sam already thinking about a new window display. "And what might that be?" Mark's image of his wife in a fantasy overrode his thoughts about what he should do regarding the job. Sam outlined his thoughts around the next fantasy display, which only took a few minutes. Mark listened, allowed his eyes to drift up to the left and responded. "Let me think about this. I'll talk to Morgan this evening and see what she thinks. I'll get back to you tomorrow." "Alright, tomorrow is soon enough. I can wait." Sam turned and smiled to himself. He was going to get his wish. ***** ***** ***** Mark was not sure how Morgan would react to Sam's suggestion. Especially considering what had happened to her two nights earlier. He didn't really want his wife to continue being on display for other men. But he had to admit that her exhibitionism did excite him. And they really needed the money. So over dinner Mark outlined the next fantasy to his wife. He was expecting her to say no, but was surprised when she quickly said, "Yes, I'll do it. It sounds exciting." Mark was taken back by her answer, half expecting her to break down in tears with his suggestion. "As much as I was embarrassed with what happened last Saturday. I've had time to think about it. I now realize that it was stimulating and I enjoyed the exposure. I don't think anyone knows who is the model, so I think my secret remains intact. I'll do it!" From the tone of their conversation, Mark knew that Morgan had no idea that Sam knew about her. Neither of them had any idea if anyone else realized what was happening. Morgan was of the opinion there were only two people that were in on her secret. In a way Mark was relieved. He was not going to burst that balloon and let her know there was at least a third person. Morgan had taken over the dinner conversation and planning. What started as Sam's suggestion, was now hers, because she believed it to be her husband's fantasy. Mark listened to his wife speak and was getting excited. She painted this new fantasy in his head as she talked. It also started to arouse him knowing that Sam had become a secret voyeur. He let her take control of the design. Over the remaining time it took for them to eat dinner, they talked about the new project and made their plans. Mark was slightly relieved that he would be able to tell Sam that Morgan would continue to be their model. He realized this would allow him to keep his job. After all, another rent payment was due soon and they loved their apartment ***** ***** ***** On Tuesday Mark outlined their approach. Sam could only listen and smile, for he understood that he would continue to be part of the preparation, even though Morgan and Mark had no idea he was controlling them. Sam quietly listened, nodding his head in agreement, and only interjected a few suggestions here and there to enhance the fantasy. At the end Mark was pleased, but Sam was ecstatic. Mark went off to pull the props he would need for the new display, and Sam went off to plot his next move. They both had plans that dealt with Morgan, but each would have very different outcomes. ***** ***** ***** One week later the new window display was in place. Mark and Morgan had finished with constructing the new window fantasy, while Sam had completed his own personal task. It was Friday night, show time. On cue the 'trench coat lady' arrived to be greeted by Mark. He did not need to ask Sam permission to make an adjustment, they both knew what was going on and Mark just made his way over to Morgan as soon as she entered the store. Morgan, not realizing her cover had been blown weeks earlier, thought she was still being very discreet hiding behind her coat and sunglasses. Mark took her arm and moved her over to the window as they had done over the past weeks. After helping her remove her coat, Mark handed her a very skimpy thong bikini. It looked to be only a few threads hanging from her hand. She smiled realizing that other than the heels she had on, this was all she was going to wear. She was naked under the coat, so it only took a few seconds to place the strings around her body. Mark tied the halter string behind her neck and another down along her back, while Morgan tied the strings at each side of her hips. She was covered, but barely. This excited the exhibitionist in her. Morgan was making her way to the back of the stage when Mark handed her one more item. "What's this for?" She asked, knowing quite well what it was. "It's a 'Mardi Gras Mask' and I thought it would add a little erotic touch to the fantasy." He did not tell her it was Sam's idea. The half mask was fanned by a rainbow of feathers on its top and was very festive. Morgan smiled at her devilish husband and quietly tied the mask around her head. Mark moved her over to the rack. In this scene, she would be suspended between two beams that formed an 'X'. The idea had come from the Story of O; modified ever so slightly. A leather band was firmly attached to both wrists. Each restraint was attached to a metal chain, and the end of each chain was bound to the wooden rack. The same was done for her ankles. Once she was secured, she wouldn't be able to free herself. She found hanging in place made it easier to find a pose and remain in that position. After she was securely locked in position, Mark pulled a new anal plug out of its packaging. This plug was red in color, looking much like the blue one, but had a long mane of horse hair running from the flange. It gave the impression of being more of a tail than a butt plug. She smiled as he applied the lube, slid the material covering her butt to the side, and inserted it gently into her ass. This was going to be more pleasurable than she had first thought, Morgan realized. She enjoyed the slight pain, as Mark eased the toy into her waiting anus. Morgan faced directly towards the front of the store window. To her right stood the male mannequin, fully covered in leather, from head to toe, including a full-head leather mask. The dummy was facing sideways from the window, holding a whip in his right hand to give the impression of what would be her fate. She focused on her window partner, stored this vision into her mind, and let her fantasy start to play. She was securely tied to the rack, and there was no way she could set herself free. Morgan was planning to enjoy her captivity, enjoying the visions that were now running through her mind, becoming very excited with her bondage. Mark stepped back, looked at his wife hanging from the rack, and smiled. As the picture flowed into his mind, he felt the growing excitement in his pants and reached down to make an adjustment. She did not miss his discomfort, and smiled at the thought of what she was doing to him as he repositioned his penis under his clothes. "Are you ready?" He smiled. "Yes, ready and able." She quickly added. "But are you?" She grinned. Mark walked off the stage to turn up the lights and open the curtains. Sam wanted to be outside for this unveiling, and had hidden himself behind a few people also waiting on the street. It appears there were a growing number of fans that enjoyed the Friday night unveiling. He was pleased with what he saw as the window lit up and the curtains were drawn. This was Sam's creation. It was one of his favorite fantasies taken from a movie he had seen many years earlier. It had become a burning desire for Sam to reenact, and now was presented in front of him, in his store, for all to enjoy. ***** ***** ***** Morgan was comfortable with her position. The anal plug helped to entertain her as she looked out over her voyeurs moving across the window. She let her own thoughts play out in her mind. The thong covered little, but it covered enough so she felt like she was not completely naked, but in her mind she let her fantasy move out of control as the street took in her nakedness. She stood still, gripping and releasing the anal plug, using her body, while tied securely to the rack in this BDSM scene. Later that evening at home, Mark and she had another great sex session. Morgan described her thoughts while being chained in the window, telling Mark that she had visualized her Master touching her while she hung helpless from the rack. This excited her, but drove Mark over the edge as he listened to his wife explain her excitement while she was shackled and on display. They both looked forward to the next evening, hoping for the same excitement during their love making after the store was closed. ***** ***** ***** Saturday was a repeat of Friday, same rack, and same teensy bikini. What they did not know was that Sam had been hard at work the night before. The evening started out the same as it had Friday night, but about one hour into the display something was about to happen. Morgan was chained to the rack, in the briefest of a bikini that was held to her body by four tiny bows. As she stood still she sensed a slight breeze behind her. It was almost as if someone had opened the curtains. She did not pay it much mind until she felt the first tug. She had the feeling that someone was pulling the lower string to her top, as the material slipped from her body. The strings fell to the sides, allowing the sides of her breasts to come into view, but leaving the material draped over her nipples. Thank goodness the top bow remained in place, she thought Again there was another tug, this time letting the top of her bikini completely loosen and fall from her body. It was almost exactly what had happened the other night, during the Bettie Page incident, except this time she could feel someone pulling at the material. Her anxiety increased, but she could not stop the material slip from her body and fall to the floor. Now she was topless. She wanted to admonish Mark, but she couldn't move or talk. That would give herself away. At the same time it made her extremely aroused that she believed her husband had put her on display like this. Then she felt another tug, at her right hip, as another string was pulled, letting the material slip from her hip. Morgan was now very concerned. Her anxiety was reinforced as she could feel the other loop being tugged and the tiny material between her legs slowly slip down her legs. What alarmed her most was the fact that she was not completely shaved. With the exposure she knew was coming, the street would certainly realize that they were not looking at a mannequin; they were viewing one very real naked woman. The material slipped away as four pairs of street eyes widened in surprise. They only stared, not comprehending yet that she was real. They watched her being disrobed and did not move. If that was not enough, there was a slight buzzing in her ass. At first she did not understand what was happening, but as the vibrations increased she knew exactly what was going on. The anal plug in her ass was also a vibrator. She did not know who was controlling the device, but who ever he was, it was increasing in intensity and having the desired affect on her. Here she was, totally naked, chained to a rack with a vibrator stuck up her ass on display to the world. It was hard for her to remain still as the anal plug increased its activity in her ass. Suddenly the very excitement of her situation, being on display, and the titillation of the plug up her ass could not be controlled any longer. She let her body move. Morgan closed her eyes. She started to moan with her excitement. She didn't care if the street understood she was real. The toy had taken control of her body, controlling her like a marionette; forcing her to shudder when she didn't want to move, driving her towards the orgasm she tried to suppress, but now desperately wanted. Two men and one couple stood on the street with their mouths open as they realized they were looking at a woman just about ready to have an orgasm. At first all they could do was stand and stare. Then one of the men stepped up to the window, to get a better view, saying, "Wow, she is actually real. This is better than any porn movie I've ever seen." This man peering at her through the glass excited Morgan and forced her orgasm to come violently. Her body shook the rack, as she hung fervently trembling. At this point, she did not care who was watching. It excited her knowing she was on display and was coming before an audience. Her muscle contractions provided the pleasure she craved. She shivered in the window; finally coming to rest, hanging from the chains as the lights suddenly went off. ***** ***** ***** Mark's eyes caught notice that the window lights had gone off and looked up to confirm what he thought he had seen in the corner of his eyes. Concerned, he made his way over to the window to find Sam at the light switch slightly gesturing that he should go up and check on his wife. Mark made his way up into the window to find his wife breathing hard. Holding her she told him that she had just had an orgasm and needed to be released from her constraints. He raised her up high enough to release her wrists from each chain and lower her to her knees. She stayed in that position for a few minutes, trying to catch her breath as he retrieved her coat. Placing it across her shoulders, she kneeled, letting the warmth of the material comfort her, while trying to catch her breath. Mark helped his wife off the stage, out of the store and walked her home. It was not hard to figure out what had happened, he was not happy with Sam. Mark's concern was with his wife, not his work, and he did not ask Sam permission to leave early that evening. Sam retreated to his office, after he had closed the store, to review the tape. He fast-forwarded the tape to confirm that he had captured her orgasm, and was pleased when he found the spot on the tape. Pushing the remote, he set the tape to rewind, while he moved his chair in front of the TV and dropped his pants. He was going to enjoy watching her hanging from the rack, unable to stop the orgasm he had so meticulously planned to happen. Sam was not disappointed. He watched her top, and then her bottoms fall away exposing her to the street and to his camera. Her beautiful pert nipples, centered on her ample chest, came into view. Then he gazed down at her womanhood and enjoyed the curly hair that was clearly on display. She closed her eyes letting her body move. Sam watched as her breasts heaved quickly as her arms hung from the rack. Her body was losing control and he briefly made out the contractions before she burst into orgasm causing Sam to have his own release, along with her. ***** ***** ***** "Thank God I was behind that mask!" Morgan exclaimed. "The people watching knew I was real as soon as my bottom came off and my pussy was bared to them. I couldn't stop what was happening to me, and I could not run off the stage. I was completely naked and could do anything but struggle as I hung from the rack. Then I had that orgasm! Mark held her in his arms, said nothing, and just listened. He knew there would be a time for him to talk, and this was not that time. Morgan did not tell Mark that evening, but did the next day. It excited her to be on display and for them to know she was real. It excited her knowing that her identity was still protected, having been behind the mask. Mark was taken back with this admission, but not really surprised. He was learning that his wife was a true exhibitionist, and was enjoying this newly discovered part of her life. He was struggling with what he would do with Sam. Mark knew how the conversation would go around his job, but at the same time he wanted to protect his marriage and no longer keep this secret from her. So he told her about Sam. And as they talked, Morgan heard how Mark figured out it was Sam who had planned for this to happen. Sam had untied the bikini. It was Sam. They were not sure what they would do next. Mark was angry that he let someone manipulate him and his wife, but at the same time, Morgan enjoyed what occurred and she showed Mark that night how much. They were both sure that Sam would want them to continue with the window fantasies. Mark was struggling with his desire to put his wife on display, and the need to protect her. They did not have any answers that night. Instead they decided to see what the next day would bring, and then maybe, they would be able to decide what to do next. They were right. Sam did not want this to end. He had already conjured up the next fantasy. This was working out beyond his wildest expectations, and he was not going to let it end yet. Sam had already planned their next show. Display Wife Ch. 05 Chapter Five -- The Stag Film Mark returned to the job with mixed emotions. Something had brought the animal out in his wife when they made love last night. He had enjoyed that part immensely, but was still concerned about what had happened the previous Saturday night at the porn shop. He knew she lost control and revealed a violent orgasm for all that were watching. He did have to admit it was exciting to think about what she did in front of total strangers. And she confessed that she enjoyed being revealed. He just wasn't sure what to do next, or how he would deal with Sam. The store owner, on the other hand, had already planned his next steps and was prepared for Mark. Sam hadn't built his business on a lark. The same shrewd businessman that created the shop in his younger days was now reemerging. Pleased with the results of his efforts so far, he wanted to take it to the next level. Sam was not concerned about this employee, he was thinking about his own enjoyment and the possibilities. So he was prepared for his young co-worker when Mark arrived that Monday. "How is she doing?" Sam asked, acting as if he was concerned. "She is doing fine. Actually, better than how I am doing." "And how are you doing.' "I'm not sure this should go on." Mark added without hesitation. "And why is that?" "Because I think it's risky that people know she is a real person." Mark did not hesitate to add. "It is because she is real that people are excited." Sam added in mater of fact tone. "The sales Sunday night were off scale. And I believe it was because our little Pinocchio became a real individual that night." "What to you mean?" Quickly asked Mark. "I mean that we sold out on the remote anal vibrator she was using, and I believe it was due to the orgasm she displayed in the window. The people coming into the store wanted to know what that mane was hanging out of her ass. And I told them." "Morgan's display was obviously a turn-on for the audience." Mark said, but then muttering to himself added, "And to her too." "Yes, exactly, because of her display." Sam answered without waiting. Mark was still torn. This secret was now known to more than himself, Sam, and Morgan. There were townies that knew she was real. They may have not known who she really was thanks to the mask, but they knew she was someone. It was only time before someone would figure out who she was, and that is the last thing Mark needed to happen. Having her secret exposed might ruin her job and put Morgan at risk, even to people who were their friends. "I am not sure we can continue doing this." "That is exactly why you need to continue." Added Sam. "I do not understand." Responded Mark. "It excites you both knowing that people see her on display, right?" Mark hesitated, thinking, and finally said, "Yes." "So you need to continue if you want the excitement to continue." "Okay, it does excite both of us, but I am not sure what to do? Nobody can know that it's Morgan. It's too risky." "Here is what I suggest then" Sam then described his next fantasy. Mark listened, taking it all in, finally understanding what Sam wanted. "Tell Morgan about it and see what she thinks." Sam suggested. "Okay, okay, I'll take it back to Morgan, and get her reaction. But if we do this, this has to be her last display." "We'll talk more, after you get her reaction." Sam was pretty sure she would agree more than he would. ***** ***** ***** That same evening Mark described to Morgan what Sam had asked them to do. He also told her that Sam had known about her being the model longer than Mark realized. He let this fact sink in as he watched her reaction. She seemed to accept what he said and reacted well about Sam being her secret voyeur. After all, she did enjoy being placed on display. Mark had just described the fantasy that Sam had suggested, when Morgan jumped into the conversation by taking it to the next level. Mark understood that his wife was enjoying her exhibitionism and could not resist wanting to do more. They met Sam later that week. Morgan appeared to accept the fact that Sam had become the director. She actually enjoyed knowing one of her secret voyeurs. Actually facing him and talking to him about it was somewhat titillating, though Sam was not part of her fantasies. She only suggested changes to the scene that she thought would enhance the fantasy. Sam listened to each suggestion, but in the end, Sam made the final decisions. By any means possible this was going to be his fantasy. ***** ***** ***** It was Friday night, time for the store to unveil its new fantasy. The 'trench coat lady' had already arrived, and with Sam's help, the new display was just about to be unveiled. In this window there weren't any mannequins; in their place were Mark and Morgan. This was Sam's fantasy from the start. He had reached back in to his life and extracted a scene from an old porno flick that he had gotten his hands on while in high school. He still had the old 8mm film stored safely at home. Spending the better part of one evening he found the reel, located an old projector, and played the movie. Sam used the film as a study tool to select the closest props of that period, but most importantly to get the main characters right. The man in the film was thin with slicked down hair, sporting a thin pencil mustache, naked except for his knee high black socks supported by sock garters. The woman had short hair also completely naked and very busty. Both wore a black mask over their eyes, hiding their identities, but little else. This fantasy presented an intimate view of an old forty's bedroom, and was Sam's favorite part of the movie. It probably was the single event that got him started in the porno business. The bed, stuffed chair, phone, and surrounding, presented a scene sixty years earlier in the USA. The older couple on the celluloid were engaged in, and enjoying sex; no different from today. The woman was on her hands and knees on top of the bed. The man was behind her, clearly getting ready to fuck her in the "doggie position". Sam watched them screw again in the film, fully appreciating how he became a "boob man". Mark and Morgan had taken their positions on the bed. Morgan was in a short wig. Mark with his hair greased down. She rested on her hands and knees; presenting her full left side to the street. Mark pressed up against her ass and placed a hand on each side of her butt. He pushed his penis up against Morgan's ass, having positioned himself slightly behind her. Mark was somewhat comforted with the fact that he was hidden behind the mask, as was Morgan. For now, his penis lay limp against her leg, out of sight. Sam enjoyed opening the curtains on this night, for he had a prime view of the two of them posed a few feet away. Sam stood there, taking pleasure in the fact that here were two live people acting out his fantasy. He slowly pulled open the curtains and watched their reaction, as he put them both on display to the street. For the first part of the night, Morgan allowed her voyeurs to nudge her in and out of her own fantasies, helping her to manage her time remaining in the window. Mark must have been doing the same, because every few minutes she could feel his erection grow, slowly move up her leg, tap against her pussy, and then lower again. Poor guy. I'm not sure he's going to make it through the night she thought to herself. They were comfortably in their positions when suddenly the store curtains to their right started to open. This startled both of them. They were not only on display to the street; they were now exposed to the interior of the store. If Mark thought he was well hidden, he was not sure now. Slowly the store came into full view for Morgan and Mark. They were not expecting this. They worked harder to remain still. Just as the curtains came completely open, an attractive young couple moved up into their view from inside the store. The man was handsome, sporting strong masculine features that Morgan noticed immediately. The woman was extraordinary beautiful, wearing black high heels on long nylon legs that ran up to a short black mini-skirt, touching a white button-down blouse. Her brunette hair flowed down her back and around her shoulders. They stood next to the stage, and presented themselves to Morgan and Mark. Their position by the stage hid them from the street. As Mark's eyes glided to his right, he watched as these two started to play with each other. The man started to unbutton her blouse One blouse button released and then a second. This continued until her blouse draped opened, displaying the hidden treasures underneath. The man pulled her blouse over her shoulders, placing this woman on display for the two "skin flick" models. Mark watched as two beautiful large breasts came into view. The couple was clearly enjoying their exhibitionism and giggled while running their hands over each other's body. Morgan could feel that this couple was having an effect on Mark, as his erection expanded and pushed up against her pussy. She watched as this couple manipulated them, forcing them to become voyeurs, controlling their viewing excitement. The man was clearly not done with just opening her blouse. He was going to put more of this woman on display. He reached down, unzipped her skirt, and let it fall to the floor. What was now presented was a professionally trimmed pussy not hidden by any panties. Mark could not take his eyes off this spectacle. His erection took control of him and started to rise hard. Mark's mind had taken control of his body. Morgan was now worried. She was watching this show in front of her and feeling the rise in Mark behind her. She was surrounded by these erotic thoughts and feelings, realizing that her own desires were beginning to climb. The couple in front of Mark and Morgan continued. It was clear, the two of them did not care who was watching what they were doing. They were enjoying looking at Morgan and Mark, while continuing to play with each other. The woman's body movement started to hint at an approaching orgasm. This realization only added to Mark's excitement. He could feel his own erection push up and touch Morgan's wet entrance. Morgan, feeling his excitement along with hers, started to push back hoping that Mark would enter her. The couple in front of them was getting more engaged. She was completely naked. One of the man's hands reached down between her legs and the other hand firmly held her ass. It was clear she was enjoying herself, not taking her eyes off of Mark and Morgan. Mark's erection was now fully engorged, as it entered Morgan's wet, open, waiting pussy. She pushed back and forced his penis deeper. He was not about to fight her, he enjoyed the feeling of his penis, as it slid deep inside his wife. He pulled out and then quickly pushed deeper into her wetness. Morgan's breasts started to swing with their movement. They stopped being mannequins and started to fuck as husband and wife. Morgan wanted her own orgasm and squeezed his penis with each thrust deep inside of her. Abruptly the view from outside the store had changed. The two mannequins became two very real models, moving with the force of two lovers working towards the sexual release they so desired. From the street the voyeurs could only stare in wonder, as they watched two people making love. Mark moved his hand down between his wife's legs and started to play with her clit as he continued to thrust. They stared at the couple by the stage, watching the man work his magic fingers between the woman's legs. The woman opened her mouth and started to quiver, as both Morgan and Mark found their own orgasms, together. Later that evening, Sam re-watched the 'skin flick' he had created, enjoying the view that he observed so closely off stage. He was pleased with himself for hiring the second couple. The pent-up excitement he felt earlier could now be released in the privacy of his office. And then he could enjoy it all again, tomorrow night. ***** ***** ***** It was mid summer, Mark had begun a new job a month earlier with a consulting firm that had hired him back into the computer field. The money was very good. The identity risk to him and Morgan appeared to be behind them, or so he thought. Mark had to admit he missed the porn shop and Morgan's displays. He would need to find another outlet for them both. He got home to find a letter waiting for him in the stairway. The letter was from Sam's shop. He recognized the returned address. Mark placed his 'day manager' down on the desk and opened the letter. Inside he found a letter and a check. Looking first at the check he whistled out loud at the amount. Then read the letter. Mark, Enclosed you will find a check for $5,000. I could explain the check in this letter, but it would be better if both you and Morgan could find the time to come down to the shop this weekend. It would be easier to do this in person. No matter what you decide, the check is yours to cash. You both earned it. Hope to see you, Sam Morgan had seen the return address earlier and knew who it came from. She was curious, but left it for Mark to open since it was addressed to him. Mark showed her the letter and then showed her the check. They were both very pleased but concerned as to why Sam offered $5000. But what did he mean by, 'You both earned it?' Was he hinting for another display? "What do you want to do?" Mark asked, letting Morgan answer for the two of them. She was interested and gave Mark an answer that did not surprise him, "I see no harm in going into the city to find out. Let's go this Saturday." Morgan was not a shy violet, but he also realized they both were curious about the shop since Mark left. They smiled at each other and did not exchange anything more thoughts about it until that Saturday. ***** ***** ***** They both stepped off the 'Q4' bus just after one o'clock that afternoon. It was an easy trip to the store, they had remembered it well. A few minutes later they were standing in front of the store, surprised at what they were looking at. In the window was another fantasy. It looked to be a repeat of their first fantasy with the pizza deliveryman. The female, almost naked, was dressed in a short, sexy nightie. The door was open, but this time a mailman stood on the other side. Mark and Morgan stood for a while, looking hard at the image, trying to figure out what they were really looking at. The models did not appear to be fake. "She looks real, doesn't she?" Morgan asked. "Yet I can't see where she is breathing." Morgan added. "I swear she does look alive, as does the mailman. Yet there is something that says fake. I do not know if I am looking at a real person or a replica." They looked at each other with quizzical looks when Mark added, "Well, let's go in and ask Sam." Mark was the first to notice a change in the shop. Sam had completely redecorated the store, creating an atmosphere that put both Mark and Morgan at ease. "He has transformed the store into the upscale shop that he had wanted." Mark blurted out. They made their way to the register, now located at the center of the store, away from the front door. Sam noticed them as soon as they entered the store. "Welcome, I am so glad to see the two of you." He walked out from behind the register, shook Mark's hand and gave Morgan a small peck on the cheek. "I am so glad you read my letter and you came." Morgan could not wait to ask, "Who is she, and how did you find someone so good?" "Who are you asking about?" Sam asked, now confused. "Who is the model in the window?" Asked Morgan. "Oh, that. She isn't a model. She is a mannequin." Sam smiled, now understanding her question. "That can't be a replica, she looks too real." Mark chimed in. "Oh, she is very fake. A good, but a very expensive replica." Sam slowly answered. "Both of them are silicon dolls created by a company on the west coast that specializes in Realistic Sex Dolls. They use them as extras in movies. She not only looks real, but is fully functional, so to speak." Sam was proud to add with a wry smile. "That explains why we thought she was real." Mark smiled, "But how can you afford that?" "Well, I lost my best two models and had to do something to keep the dollars coming in. I did a little research on the net and found this company. The pictures were incredible so I ordered one male and one female. That is what you are looking at." Mark turned to survey the store and as he turned back to Sam, "Looks like business is good!" "Yep, very good, and in part, thanks to the two of you." "Two of us, why would you say that?" Mark was complementing Sam and now curious why Sam would complement them. "Because you gave me the 'fantasy window' and this!" Sam placed a DVD in Mark's hands and let him study the item before saying anything more. Mark recognized the picture on the cover of the DVD first. It was a picture of him and Morgan positioned in 'The Skin Flick' fantasy hidden by their masks. Mark looked up from the DVD presenting a what the hell is this look on his face. "Yep, that's you and Morgan and inside there are three segments that I recorded. Look at the title.' Mark looked down again and read the large letter's showing at the top of the DVD box and read the title out loud, "DISPLAY WIFE". "You did what! Sam! You need to destroy these copies; I told you I cannot afford anyone knowing that was Morgan in the window!" Mark, and now Morgan, was getting angrier as the realization of what Sam had done was sinking in. "Hold on. Calm down, please. Let me explain." Sam held his arms up to pacify Mark and Morgan. " No one knows who the actors are. I had a professional mask out your identities where there was any chance someone could tell who you were,. As far as everyone is concerned, these are two unknown amateurs that graced my store." Morgan and Mark said nothing. They were at a loss for words. "See the rack behind the resister?" Sam pointed back into the store. Both Morgan and Mark raised their eyes to look to the display behind the counter. "It contains over a hundred copies of that DVD Mark holds in his hand. This video has become a best seller, and is the reason for the check I sent you. This DVD is hot, both here in the store and on the WEB. "The web! No Sam, you've got to pull it now!" Morgan shot back. "Morgan, Mark. This video has become a best seller, and is the reason for the check I sent you!" "Sam, we can't let you do this." "But the money continues to roll in. Suppose I give you forty percent of the profits?" Sam quickly added. "There are not many opportunities in life where you just find a check in your mailbox every month!" "Are you sure no one knows it is us?" Morgan suddenly interrupted, sternly, but now seemingly interested. "Yep, I personally made sure that no one could tell. Has anyone come up to you to ask you for your autograph over the past two months?" Sam added laughing. They thought about what he said, looked at each other, shook their heads 'no', and turned back to Sam. "You secretly taped us and sold our images Sam." Sam now looked worried. It was true that he broke the law. "I say 60% is fair, since we did all the work!" Marked smiled after Morgan whispered to him. Sam wiped the sweat from his brow. "Okay, Deal. And that copy is yours to enjoy as you want. And as I said, there is more money where that came from." Sam held out his hand to shake. ***** ***** ***** Later that evening, in the privacy of their home, Morgan and Mark enjoyed watching the DVD. They relived this chapter of their life, now as voyeurs. It was exciting to see how they looked from this angle. It brought the excitement back to both of them, as they made love that night, in their living room, with the lights on, and the windows completely open. Display Wife Ch. 05 * Author's Note: A special thanks to my editor, DocBlue. Who took the time to provide changes/corrections/feedback over many days of reading. Proving once again that two erotic minds are better than one.