“Now that is good news Nicholas!” Standing in his doorway the following morning Arthur smiles at me like the cat that got the cream. He beckons me into his apartment where I’m instantly confronted again by the memory of him masturbating with my wife’s underwear.
“Re-enforce to her not to worry about what she wears. Its just head and shoulders as I said on the email. We don’t want her tensing up, it’s important your wife can relax here Nicholas.”
I’m still pondering his unusual choice of words when he gestures for me to take a seat.
“I too have good news Nicholas. I’ve spoken again with Rochella and she’s confirmed she will be awarding you the first of those logo projects you tendered for. You should receive an email regarding this later today.
“Wow! Arthur that’s fantastic!”
“You’ll find that she’s demanding, but also quite an influential lady, so if you do a good job for her…”
“No worries I will.” My mind is already whirring with how it’s going to feel when I break the news about the business to Kelsey later.
“Now regarding your wife Nicholas. Saturday lunchtime would suit me for this session so perhaps you could see whether she might be available for me then? I’m afraid I have an appointment in town now to supervise a builder, but please be good enough to keep me informed regarding Kelsey’s availability for Saturday.”
Arthur is true to his word and the confirmation email from Rochella comes through just before Kelsey gets in from the office. She hugs me excitedly when I tell her.
“Old Arthur might be a bit weird wanting to sketch young girls in his living room but he’s done us a big favor with Rochella I reckon Kels. It could be just the break we needed.”
“Hey don’t call him weird, he said I’ve got good bone structure!” Kelsey laughs and I kiss her.
“Does this mean I don’t get to be an art model after all?” she pouts at me as I hold her in my arms.
“Oh I don’t think we should let him down do you? You know what these arty types can be like.” My cock has swollen with her words and I feel it up against her belly.
“Mmm, that’s good.” her fingers begin to circle my erection through my jeans, “I’ve been thinking about it all day at work. I think I’ve started to quite look forward to posing for the local dirty old man.”
Chapter Eight
I swear it’s me who feels most tense as we wait outside Arthur’s door for him to answer. I’m looking at my wife with the realization that she’s about to posed and studied by a man who already ‘knows’ her more intimately than any other has since she married me.
Kelsey looks so fresh-faced and beautiful in a cream dress that finishes just above her knees. It has thin straps over her bare shoulders and a fitted waist that beautifully emphasises her curves without being slutty. Her hair is pulled up behind her head in a brown bow.
“Mr Boseman might not care what I wear when he draws me; but I do!” she’d told me when she was trying on outfits earlier before we left our apartment.
Arthur is charming but surprisingly timid when he opens the door. He’s at pains to reassure my wife that he totally understands if she ‘feels a little awkward’ but that there’s really no need to be. He tells her he’s delighted to be able to offer the assignment to his ‘nice young neighbours’ to help them out rather than some weary professional who’s been drawn countless times before.
He puts the kettle on and asks me to ‘do the honours with the drinks’. He sweeps Kelsey off on a guided tour of his apartment. While they’re in some of the closest rooms and again when they cross the hallway I hear him telling her about each of the drawings on his walls and her cooing about the size and décor of his apartment. When they return she’s glowing and smiles warmly at me.
“Shall we begin Kelsey?” he asks my wife. She looks at me and then a little uncertainly; nods her head.
“It’s a beautiful sunny day for a change” Arthur says “It might be quite nice to try this outside on the terrace if you’d be comfortable with that Kelsey? The light should be excellent.” He leads us out and the size and panoramic views from around the terrace take me by surprise. His outside spreads across the whole width of the apartment block – above ours and the property next door to us.
Arthur sets about moving his terrace table and chairs set to obtain what he calls ‘the best light’ while I look over the side of the terrace down at ours below.
“Wow, this sure puts our little balcony to shame Kels” I whistle.
“Size isn’t everything you know Nicholas,” says Arthur beckoning my wife to him. “I don’t’ know, these young men Kelsey?” He shakes his head in mock exasperation and winks at me, making my wife laugh.
“If you wouldn’t mind, it would be ideal if you were to sit on the table Kelsey, under this cushion. That would raise you to the optimum level for my tired old eyes.” He adjusts his glasses before taking her hand and helping her up onto the huge circular wicker table. Her dress rides up revealing most of one of her thighs.
“Oops,” says Arthur and Kelsey’s face colors.
Arthur instructs my wife on the exact sitting position he wants her in and credit to him: he shows no sign of leching over her as he studies her prior to starting to sketch. Her gold hoop earrings catch the sun as she adopts various positions for him until he chooses one. Something about watching my young wife move her position at the command of this nasty old man sets my cock throbbing in my pants.
The sun is surprisingly warm and I throw off my jumper and study the park way down below and then across to the other buildings on the skyline in the distance.
“You have very shapely shoulders Kelsey and it would be a shame not to get a good representation of their form. The light and shade is exquisite from this angle, would you mind awfully just sliding the straps of your dress back off your shoulders?”
I expect her to look at me at this point but she doesn’t. She shrugs her shoulders and slips the straps of her dress off and down the bare skin of her arms. As relatively harmless as this is, something about her further obeying this old man so that the straps of her dress hang limply down the pale flesh of her arms sets my heart racing. Arthur puts down his pencil and paper, sighs and steps towards her.
“May I?” he asks and without waiting for an answer adjusts the position of one of her straps. For the briefest of moments his confident fingers make contact with the bareness of her shoulder.
“Would it be possible to have your hair down behind you too Kelsey?” he asks.
“If you think it would look better.” My wife laughs and her slender wrists go up behind the back of her head. As she raises her arms Kelsey’s sizeable breasts visibly swell in front of Arthur. She unclips her swept-back hair and releases it so that it tumbles down bouncing, onto her shoulders.
“May I again?” smiles Arthur and he’s touching her hair, moving it back behind her head.
“Perfect!” he smiles at Kelsey, “Beautiful in fact.” He adds moving back to his seat. Almost immediately he’s scratching away on his paper as my wife moves her bare knees together and holds the pose she’s been placed in.
In just over an hour including time for Kelsey to have a break and stretch her legs, Arthur is wrapping up.
“You weren’t too uncomfortable sitting still there for so long were you?” he moves to help her down from the table.
“I quite enjoyed the ‘thinking time’ actually,” Kelsey smiles and I watch one of Arthur’s arms snake around one of my wife’s hips as he helps her down.
He shows her what he’s done of her and she seems thrilled. He’s reproduced a very good likeness of her.
“I just wish every model I drew was as enthusiastic as you Kelsey,” Arthur stands wiping his glasses with a small cloth.
“Well just let Nicholas know if you need me again Mr Boseman.”
“I might just do that.” Arthur’s eyes catch and hold mine as he speaks.
Back in our own apartment together Kelsey takes the glass of white w
ine from my hand.
“Now that,” she says, “was what I call ‘easy money’.”
“You just liked posturing in front of an old man.” I laugh, closing the fridge door.
“I did enjoy doing it actually, making use of my ‘beautiful bone structure.’” she wiggles her head playfully at me and grins.
“What you were saying the other week about older guys,” I ask uncertainly, “When did you start having fantasies like that? How come you never told me?” I hold my breath, not sure I want to hear the truth.
“Maybe I was too embarrassed about it to tell you?” she says shyly and I nod encouragingly.
“There was this old entertainer at a summer camp I was on when I was a teenager. Nothing happened of course, it was just a crush. But I’ve always had a soft spot for the idea of older guys….only in fantasy of course though.” She laughs.
“Well I reckon Aurthur has something more than a soft spot for you.” I put down my own glass and take hers from her. She’s warm and soft in my arms as I pull her to me. Her breasts rise and push against me, massaging my chest as my lips find hers. My hands caress the sides of her dress along the indent of her hips. She kisses me deeply and my fingertips begin to pull at the material of her dress hem until I’m holding it halfway up her creamy thighs.
“I bet spending the afternoon looking at you has left the old guy in a right state now up there all by himself.”
“Maybe I should go up and offer to keep him company,” Kelsey murmurs in my arms and her fingers begin stroking the outline of my stiffening cock through my pants.
“You should have seen his face when my dress rode up” she breathes, her fingers tugging at my zipper.
“I bet he’d love to get his hands on you Kelsey,” I groan as she pulls my cock from my pants. I fumble at the front of her dress, adjusting my arm so I can get my hand into her panties. My fingers journey through the soft surrounding of trimmed pubic hair and into the slippery haven of her pussy.
She’s soaking.
Chapter Nine
“He just said a ‘nice outfit’, that’s all I know.”
“What does he mean by ‘Nice’?” Kelsey asks me.
“I don’t know exactly.” I look over at my wife in her dressing gown on the stool next to me at the breakfast bar. She crosses her long legs and the sides of her gown separate at the front revealing the pale flesh of her thighs before she recovers them.
“What do you think Nick?” blue eyes look at me from behind long eye lashes, her face has flushed slightly. My heart races with the realization that my wife may actively want to pose for the old man again- and all she said last night. Could she really be considering more than just the ‘easy money’ and mere ‘role-playing’ about the landlord?
Something inside of me screams “Call your folks and ask for help!” Even if that would mean admitting defeat. I’m scared everything is happening so fast. But almost at the same time an image of Arthur briefly touching Kelsey’s flesh in his apartment inflames me.
“We’d probably owe him nothing at all after this time if I did do it would we?” her top teeth play along her bottom lip.
“We’d be back in the same situation when next month’s rent falls due though.” I say, hopelessly conflicted and offering my wife yet another escape route. I should talk her out of this; insist we put an end to things with Arthur. Move away from here in fact. But I look at the shapeliness of her calves and little bare feet feel the certainty of how much Arthur wants my wife. I’ve swollen in my pants.
“We’ll be OK with the money coming in from his friend after that though won’t we?” she raises her eyebrows at me. “And you should have some more clients by then as well.”
The inside of my head spins like a tumble-dryer, my cock surges so much I feel almost like I could come. She’s trying to persuade me that she should do this.
“You know what dressing-up and posing for some dirty old man for money makes you though don’t you Mrs Freel?” I slide my stool across the tiles so that I’m right next to her. She smiles slyly at me and I kiss her, sliding my hand inside her dressing gown over the rounded firmness of her chest. Her nipples stiffen like iron with my touch. I feel my cock push hard against the inside of my pants.
“Have you seen some of the sketches he’s got on his walls?” I’m massaging her breasts and kissing her neck.
“Yes, and there was me thinking he was a sweet old guy with a quaint old-fashioned hobby just trying to help us out.” She breathes over me.
Nobody would use the word “Sweet” about Arthur if they saw his response to the news that Kelsey was happy to do a second session of modelling for him. I emailed him late last night when I couldn’t sleep.
“Excellent new Nicholas…hopefully the start of something very special…..” and then his ominous-sounding statement that once I’d read it, had me jerking–off in the bathroom while my wife slept.
“Having given this a lot of thought, I should like Kelsey to be dressed very specifically for me. I will drop by your apartment tomorrow afternoon around 2pm to detail my requirements I trust this will be acceptable.”
Even replaying his words in my mind now as I pace our apartment waiting for his knock at the door has my heart thumping. Kelsey is at work and again I’m wondering: Why oh why does this kind of insanity excite a man like me so much?
“Good afternoon Nicholas.” Arthur’s grin is wide but his eyes look tired as if he didn’t get enough sleep last night either. I invite him and he accepts my offer of coffee.
“This is all very exciting Nicholas. Kelsey was such a wonderful subject over the weekend. I’m sure she’ll turn out to be quite a natural.”
As I reach for cups from the cupboard he carries on talking.
“I’m certain you’ll both find it’s absolutely the right course of action for you financially as well. You need to get all these debts off your back so that you can start living and planning for the future. Then the fees coming in from Rochella will set you firmly on the right course.”
“I wanted to speak to you about the exact financial details of this next modelling session Arthur.” I cough to cover my embarrassment. “Kelsey and I are assuming the whole debt would be cleared afterwards?”
“That rather depends on how the day goes Nicholas,” He takes his double-shot espresso from me. “And on that subject, we need to discuss your wife’s attire for the session.” He smiles without showing his teeth. “In order to decide the most suitable clothing I’ll need to see something of her wardrobe Nicholas.” He raises his eyebrows at me. For a second or two I’m not even certain what he means.
“I want you to show me your wife’s clothes in her bedroom. Then I’ll decide exactly what I want her to wear when she comes to mine for the session.”
He sips from his cup and studies my face.
“The master bedroom’s through there I believe isn’t it?” he points through to our room. For some reason, even as I nod my head I find myself worrying about our landlord seeing that I haven’t yet made the bed.
“Shall we then?” he smiles waving me towards our bedroom. I wipe my clammy palms against the legs of my jeans as I lead him through the hallway. I don’t want to get any of Kelsey’s clothes greasy if I handle them.
Perversely I find myself hoping the room doesn’t smell musty when I show him in there – even though I know it’s always kept clean.
“Very nice, but I suppose might be a bit too much to ask her to arrive in something like that for her first serious session?” Arthur gestures towards our unmade bed and Kelsey’s discarded dark purple baby doll night dress. I hurriedly pull the duvet over the mattress and tuck my wife’s night wear under her pillow.
“So Nicholas, her dresses?” he points from one end of the closed wardrobes to the other.
Without replying and with my heart feeling like its beating in my throat I push open the sliding door of my wife’s wardrobe.
“May I?” he asks moving past me towards her clothes.
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br /> I stand dumbfounded while this old mans fingers fondle over the fabric of Kelsey’s dresses and skirts.
Eventually he stops and coat hangers click together as he plucks out her little black lace mini dress with its low cut V-necked top. My stomach churns as I recall the attention Kelsey gets on those rare occasions when she wears the dress on a night out with me. He holds it up to the light then tosses it, still on it’s hanger onto our bed.
He returns to the wardrobe and finds a button-less black blazer which he hands to me.
“Have her wear this over the top of the outfit; it should help her feel relaxed for the visit. Which is how I need her.”
“Now Nicholas. Show me all of Kelsey’s underwear.”
This is wrong. So wrong!
“Arthur, I can’t do this. It’s not right. It’s not right and you know it!” I’m squaring up to him and realize with embarrassment that I’ve raised my voice.
“That’s fine Nicholas. Everything between the three of us is of course completely voluntary. It always has been. I can hardly force you to do any of this. We’ll call the whole thing off and you can go back to repaying your debts to me as before. I’ll contact that couple who were interested in your apartment so that you don’t become even more indebted to me and you can make a fresh start elsewhere. Maybe it will indeed be best for everyone.”
He passes me on his way to the door and I’m panicking. The scale of the money we still owe this old man. What happens to the business with Rochelle if we upset Arthur? What about that other couple who want to move into Kelsey’s dream apartment?
Before I know what I’m doing, and certainly without planning to; I hear myself apologizing to him. I’m asking him to view my wife’s lingerie.
As he watches me I scurry to the chest of drawers and begin to lay out Kelsey’s bras on our bed.
“Let me rest my legs” he gestures to the seat under Kelsey’s dressing table and once I understand what he wants I pull the seat out for him. He positions himself at the foot of our bed and sits surveying my wife’s underwear.
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