Becoming a Slut Wife - Episode 39
21-07-25 (23:41)
But even before I opened my mouth I knew how
stupid it would sound. God knows how many people
had already seen her naked and who had nude
drawings of her hanging on their walls. Two days later I
came home from my morning job and found Maria
nude on a chair in our living room. Sitting in a semi-
circle around her were seven people and they were all
busily sketching away. I raised an eyebrow, but said
nothing; there would be time to talk about it when
every body was gone. Her arguments were persuasive.
The college paid her one hundred dollars an hour to sit
for art classes three times a week so she made three
hundred a week. If she freelanced she could charge
each student twenty dollars an hour, which meant that
she made one-forty from just the one class today. She
had set up sessions of one hour for Monday, Tuesday
and Thursday with a limit of eight students per class.
"I've already got at least six students signed up for
every class and all it cost was the effort it took to
move the living room furniture into the dinning room.
Give me a couple of weeks and you can quit one of
your two jobs."
I wasn't too keen on the idea. When she was doing it
at the college there were some built in protections like
campus security and lots of people around if she had to
holler for help. I asked her what she would do if one
day only two or three males showed up and decided
that they would rather play than paint? She laughed at
me, "I've been doing this for over five years and I've
never had a problem."
Yeah, I thought, except for the one you had the day we
met.
Maria was a very popular model and as word got
around more and more people wanted to use her for
live studies. She expanded to two one-hour sessions on
Monday, Tuesday and Thursday and started a one-hour
session on Wednesday and Friday for still
photographers. Once a month on a Saturday she would
schedule a three-hour session at an outdoor location for
the still photographers and we would make it a picnic.
It wasn't all good of course; there was always
someone who wanted her to pose seductively, or do
some mild porn, but for the most part all the artists she
dealt with were good people.
Six months went by and then one day I noticed a
change in Maria. Following her late Monday class she
always seemed to be irritable and out of sorts. I began
to pay closer attention to her moods, but on all other
days she was fine; it was just on Mondays that I saw
her upset. I tried to ask her about it once, but she said
that nothing was wrong and so I let it go. By then I
was back to working full time on a pretty good job and
it got a lot more of my attention than my two part time
jobs had and I put Maria's Monday mood out of my
mind. I figured if she had a real problem she would
come to me with it and until she did there wasn't
anything I could do anyway.
Another six weeks went by and then one night I came
home from work to find her lying on our bed and
crying. I tried for half an hour to get her to tell me what
was wrong, but I couldn't get her to talk so I went into
the kitchen to fix us some dinner. She wouldn't come
down and eat so I put the leftovers in the fridge,
cleaned up my mess in the kitchen and then parked
myself in front of the TV. About an hour later Maria
came into the room and sat down in a chair across
from me, "How much do you love me?"
When you hear those words it's almost always bad so I
said, "You know I love you honey, what's wrong?"
"You won't love me after tonight. I just hope you care
enough about me not to hurt me."
She took a deep breath, wiped a tear from her cheek
and said, "I've just destroyed our marriage."
For the past five months she'd had a guy in her late
Monday session who had paid her twice her going rate
to sit for him an extra half hour after the others were
gone. He could only make it to the Monday session
because of his work schedule. She had been leery of
doing it until she had seen his drawings of her. He had
real talent and so she had agreed to the extended
session. The first two weeks had been no problem, but
the third week was, at least for Maria. The guy had
come to the session in shorts and a tee shirt. Where he
sat in relation to where' Maria sat when she posed was
right where' she ended up looking most of the time.
Halfway through the regular session Maria noticed that
the guy had a hard on. This was normally nothing new;
Maria saw tented trousers all the time so to her it was
just a form of appreciation or admiration, but this was
different. The head of this guy's cock could be seen by
Maria because it was only one inch from sticking out of
his shorts. It was big enough that it lifted the leg of the
shorts enough that she could see right up them. It
seemed to Maria that the longer the session went on
the closer the head of the guys cock came to
completely coming out in the open. She couldn't pull her
eyes away from it and she wondered if she should get
up and go over to him and whisper to him what was
about to happen. But she knew that both of them
would have been greatly embarrassed and it didn't
seem as if anyone else had noticed so she decided to
just sit there and be silent. Don't forget to leave a Comment 
