While I was still at college I met a boy who was to become my husband and who knew I had undertaken a number of modelling assignments whilst at college. A year or two later we decided to get married to add a further dimension to what was already a very sexual relationship.

We were like all couples just setting out on life together, seriously short of money and trying to save at the same time as having some fun.

One day my husband came home and told me that he had met an artist who was looking for a model and he wondered if I would be interested in earning a modelling fee. The guy was probably mid forties and known as a serious artist who was looking for a young female nude model.

I had posed a few times for a local art group, but not nude, which paid peanuts and this sounded like a serious proposition so I said yes to it, asking my man first if he would be happy with me posing nude.

He told me the guy was old enough to be my father and an established artist who had exhibited his work and he had no problem with other men seeing me nude, in fact he liked it. He thought I should accept the job so I went to see the guy in his studio, having agreed an hourly rate over the telephone.

When I got there he offered me a glass of wine and asked me to undress so he could see what I looked like and we soon got started on a series of sketches. After an hour or so he asked me if I was comfortable posing for him to which I said “yes” and he said he was glad because I had a lovely body and he had an idea he would like to explore if I was willing.

He wanted to do a series of  pictures illustrating arousal and to do this he wanted me to masturbate while he drew me. He would pay an additional fee if I was willing.

I had shaved that morning and had a perfectly smooth pussy and he seemed to have no ulterior motive so I agreed to it.

Looking back I realise that I was not as fully in charge of my emotions back then as I thought I was, so I quickly reached climax, much quicker than I had anticipated . When the intense feeling subsided he told me that it was just what he wanted, but he needed more time so could I do it again?

After a pause and another glass of wine, I said I was ready and at his direction I took up the pose again, legs apart as before, finger on clit, that was very sensitive to the touch.

Despite trying to control the wonderful feeling that masturbation gave me, my pussy once again flooded before he was finished drawing and he persuaded me to give it one more try after a longer pause - and more wine!

He was, as I said, much older than I was and obviously had more control over his feelings, but as I started to masturbate for the third time I could see that he was becoming sexually aroused as he, very obviously, had a hard cock and seemed to spend more time watching me pleasure my pussy than he did sketching!

My hormones were by now in overdrive and when he came over to sit beside me I did nothing to stop him from gently stroking my naked body all over; eventually stroking my breasts, playing with my nipples and fingering my clitoris, until I eventually reached orgasm for the third time, on the fingers he had surreptitiously put inside me, which he had been gently sliding in and out as I got progressively wetter and more open.

I had noticed this invasion of my pussy but felt powerless to stop it, finding myself utterly seduced by the feeling it encouraged in me. I didn’t want it to stop!

I held out for as long as I could, despite an overwhelming desire to be fucked, before I came again but eventually succumbed and when I had finished he told me not to move as he stood up, taking his erect cock out of his trousers. I thought he was going to invite me to suck it or get spunk around my mouth as guys do, but after a few more strokes he shot a considerable amount of cum over my naked tits until it was sliding down my breasts and dripping off my nipples on to my stomach and flowing towards my pussy.

Even now he told me not to move as he said he wanted to do one more sketch and this time he drew me, still naked and covered in cum, legs even further apart, my pussy still visibly wet and my nipples erect - to complete the set, he said!

He wanted to know if would pose for him in future and I told him that I would.

I think he got his monies worth that afternoon and he agreed, expressing a hope that I would sit for him again sometime soon, but I had to greet my husband still wet with another man’s cum and an open, satisfied pussy! What would he think?

I thought it better to not tell my husband the detail of exactly what I had done to earn the fee that day but on reflection I wondered what he already knew? After all, he had introduced me to this guy who I had never seen before and I knew that he enjoyed exposing my body to other people.

We had been on holiday to the Canary isles where he had encouraged me to get an all over tan and he had often steered me towards other people when I was topless, or encouraged me to swim nude so they could see me going into the water and coming out again, one couple blatantly taking pictures of me.

When we went out in the evening he wanted me to go without a bra under a sheer top or wear something low cut and loose so the waiters could look down the front. I frequently got admiring looks from other diners which really turned him on.

Just what had he agreed in advance with the artist guy?