“Panties?” he asks when her twelve or so mainly black and white bras are lain out for him on the bed. My hands shake as I grab fistfuls of my wife’s lingerie for the landlord to inspect. I open these out and lay them in 2 lines below her bras.
“Very good Nicholas. I can imagine how sensational she must look in many of these.” He nods his head in approval. “Let me see each of them.” He points in turn to a matching black lace demi-cut bra and thong. Gulping deep breaths to try to help steady my hands, I pass him my wife’s underwear. He fondles the material, moving the fabric back and forth between thick fingers. “Lovely.” He tells me.
“But you know, I think she needs and deserves something new for this very special occasion Nicholas. I’ll send you details later. I have somewhere to be now”. He checks his watch and rises to his feet.
Arthur is hardly out of the door before I’m in the bathroom with my trousers around my ankles and cock in my fist. I get no further than three or four pulls with the thought of what’s just happened and what Kelsey may be about to do.
Once I’ve cleaned up, shame, fear and dread start to course through me. What the hell am I, or we doing? Where is all this going to lead?
I return to my desk to try to turn my thoughts to a business I’m starting to neglect rather than develop. I need to think about that project for Rochelle, to restore some sanity to my head. An email from Arthur pops into my ‘inbox’. With my chest tightening I read.
“Dear Nicholas,
Please find link below. This is the underwear I would like your wife to wear for me at the weekend. Assuming you order today the item should arrive in plenty of time”.
My hand hovers unsteadily over the mouse before I click on the blue line of the link he’s sent.
Quickly I’m confronted by the image of a trashy-looking bleach blonde in a miniscule one piece black lace lingerie set. The top part is semi-transparent and has barley enough material to cover half of each breast. Her nipples are partially visible. The only other material visible is a “V-shaped” strap which starts high above her hips and plunges down to cover barely even the lips of her pussy. If this model had pubic hair it would be visible around either side of the fabric.
I’ve never heard of this online lingerie store but the promise of “Next day delivery” is highlighted all over the page. My stomach and chest feel as if they’re being compacted in a vice as I click onto the second image - the rear of the lingerie.
Tiny spaghetti bra straps connected to another which plunges down perpendicular and slices between the plump buttocks of the model to form her thong.
He seriously expects my wife to wear something like this? But even as I ask myself the question, the thought of the love of my life dressing for another man in something a street prostitute might think twice about wearing sends my pulse pounding. I look down and realize I’m stroking myself through my pants - so soon after coming.
“I just thought it might be hot if you wore something like that underneath while we were at Arthur’s this afternoon.” I’ve lowered my head so Kelsey can’t easily see that I’m bushing as she holds up the threads of black material which form the lingerie she’s just unwrapped.
“There’s nothing of it!” she’s standing in her dressing gown looking down at me as I sit on the edge of our bed.
“That’s the whole idea.” I mutter, it’s pretty sexy isn’t it? Why don’t you just try it on?” I still doubt she will.
Kelsey sighs, shakes her head at me so that her pony tail flies around. “Wait here then.” she leaves the room with the lingerie.
I hear the fan in the bathroom and as I wait, I mentally run through some of the other instructions Arthur has given me about our visit upstairs later. My heart is pounding like a bass drum and I start swallowing deep breaths to calm myself.
Guilt about what is surely my manipulation of my wife does battle with tingling sexual excitement. The latter triumphing in the knowledge that ultimately Kelsey would never do anything she didn’t want to and neither Arthur nor I could ‘force’ anything on her could we?
“Close your eyes until I say so,” Kelsey’s voice sounds and the half-open bedroom door slowly opens further. I close my eyes and when she tells me I can open them again I’m quite literally speechless.
My wife wearing nothing but her black heels and this obscenely revealing lingerie. She has some eye liner on and has let her hair down.
“Well,” she rests her hands on her hips and tilts her head to one side.”What do you think?”
“What do I think? I think you look unbelievable!” I eventually manage to stammer. My cock feels like it’s about to explode.
“Poor Arthur would probably have a heart attack if he knew what I had on underneath” she laughs as she pulls her tight black lace dress over her underwear. She adjusts her dress until it clings perfectly to her curves. She looks sensational.
“Come in come in!” Arthur is all smiles in his dark checked shirt as he beckons us into his apartment. “What an exquisite choice of attire Kelsey I have to say.” Kelsey decided she didn’t need the blazer but blushes as she twirls for him, clutch bag under her arm, when he gestures for her to.
“I took the liberty of letting a nice bottle of Cabernet breathe so that we can enjoy it later.” Arthur’s eyes crawl all over my wife’s round ass and down the length of her bare legs once her back is turned. He’s sees me watching him and winks at me.
As he instructed, I have my tablet with me to keep me occupied. Once the pleasantries are out the way I begin scrolling through some of my ebooks, pretending to read while he directs my wife this way and that, looking for a suitable position for her to adopt before he begins drawing her. I sneak glances at Kelsey several times as she stands, moving her arms and legs as instructed by Arthur. She looks relaxed; in fact her face is positively glowing as she adopts various positions in front of the old man.
“Lean back a little further; that’s it!” he says eventually and I look up to see her standing with a hip cocked to one side and her arms holding her hair up behind her head. It seems clear why he chose this position for her. It pushes my wife’s large breasts out and emphasises the dramatic sweep of her hips.
“I’ll try not to take too long Kelsey, we don’t want you going stiff.” he tells her and she half-laughs.
His pencil scratches away and he’s telling her “What a natural” she is and how “Perfectly proportioned” her shape is.
“Don’t tell her that, she’ll get big headed.” I say but no-one seems to hear.
“I’d like to capture the definition of your legs a little more, if I may Kelsey?” he says ever so politely after a few minutes. “Would you mind adjusting the hem of your dress for me?”
I deepen my breathing and try to reduce the volume of it as I watch my wife, her face flushing, twisting her body trying to obey the landlord’s request. My erect cock uncomfortable against the inside of my jeans.
“Like this Arthur? “She inches her dress further up her thighs and my cock throbs painfully.
“Oh yes, that’s perfect” Arthur mutters. Kelsey shoots me a look. Arthur’s head is down, his brow furrowed. More intense scratching of his pencil, stopping to look up, sharpening, erasing.
“Of course I realize you’re not a trained professional model Kelsey, but I have to say you are a breath of beautiful fresh air after some of the world-weary characters I’ve had the misfortune to draw.”
Kelsey beams at him.
“Dare I also say that your wife is also quite wonderful at the art of keeping still.” he laughs at me, making me squirm.
“Can I ask you both something?” he eventually places his pad and pencils down on the table and suggests Kelsey might like to take a break to stretch herself.
“In some ways I hesitate to mention this in case it’s misconstrued. I have a high regard for you and Nicholas Kelsey.” Arthur fills both our wine glasses.
“Oh dear this sounds ominous doesn’t it Nick?” Kelsey makes a look of
mock-terror at me as she takes her glass from the landlord.
“The agency models that my classmates and I typically use for this kind of session expect the option of being able to double their fees. So I feel that in all fairness I probably ought to offer that to you two as well.” He looks at us seriously.
“The issue that I have in this case of course, is in potentially causing offence with my offer. I should honestly hate either of you to think I was some old pervert…” He grimaces at his own words then sips from his glass.
“Double the fees?” Kelsey lowers her drink and shoots a glance at me. “What exactly do you mean Arthur?”
Arthur reaches into his trouser pocket and removes a thick roll of banknotes.
“Please don’t be insulted but this. I’m more than happy to use one of my regulars. However, at the risk of offending my closest neighbours and two people I regard as friends, I’ll at least let you have the offer.” He peels off a chunk of the notes and places them in front of us on his dining table.
“The better I can determine the model’s exact shape in these sessions, the better my art. I’m not suggesting you pose completely naked of course my dear. Perhaps merely removing your dress?” In spite of his words, he smiles like a senior school teacher addressing a new pupil.
Kelsey stands speechless, her eyebrows looking startled and she fires a quick glance at me.
“Look, I’m going to the toilet why don’t you two take a few minutes to at least discuss it with each other while I’m away? If you feel there may be some interest in this additional option of course. No pressure.”
I’m holding my breath, expecting Kelsey to explode with anger as soon as Arthur is out of sight but she doesn’t. Instead she covers her mouth, her eyes still wide with surprise.
“How much do you think is here?” she whispers hurriedly and touches the roll of bank notes. I shrug my shoulders.
“What do you think?” she asks.
“Do you want to?” I can barely get the words out.
“It looks like a lot of money.” She stares at it.
“Whatever you think.”
Arthur returns and picks up his glass.
“Just my dress?” Kelsey’s voice cracks as she speaks.
Chapter Ten
“Please help your self to the bathroom or the full length mirrors in any of my bedrooms while you change Kelsey. “ Arthur takes my wife’s wine glass out of her hand. Despite the mind-blowing tension of the moment I smile to myself at his use of the word ‘Changed’. Surely ‘Stripped’ would be more appropriate?
Kelsey picks up her clutch bag and I watch her hips roll as she leaves us together and goes to take off her dress for Mr Boseman. Has she actually remembered what she has on underneath her dress?
Arthur is talking about some of the other property he owns but my head is a whirlpool about where my wife is, what she’s doing and how she’s feeling at this precise moment.
He sees her return before I do, looking over my shoulder he falls silent mid-sentence. Then it’s my turn to stare in awe.
Kelsey has retouched her eye make up and her hair. Her shoulders and long legs are bare. Although the top half of her breasts are clearly visible through the hopelessly inadequate bra part of her lingerie, she’s obscuring both her hips and anything between her legs by clutching the dress she’s removed close to her flat belly. As her heels sound on his wooden flooring Arthur purrs almost imperceptibly and rises to his feet.
“Come my dear, please don’t be shy. I’ve had to draw women who weren’t fit to hold a candle even to your shadow. You are an absolute delight. Perfect in fact.” He takes my wife’s arm and in the same movement gently pulls her dress from her hands.
“There,” he exhales as Kelsey stands before him holding her own hands between her legs. “Nicholas would you like to refresh our glasses?” Arthur asks without taking his eyes from my wife’s almost bare body.
“The bottles empty Arthur!” I call from the kitchen, my cock almost bursting through my pants. Arthur yells back, telling me where in the kitchen I’ll find more wine. He says I should open it, let it breathe for a minute or two then bring the drinks through.
I feel like my whole body is set to explode as I search through the rack of wine bottles in the little annex room at the rear of his kitchen, My trembling hands twist numerous bottles this way then that examining their labels.
Finally back in the kitchen I rummage through the draw for the corkscrew as quietly as possible, straining to hear what’s happening in the living room. I can hear nothing. The cork pops and I sit the bottle on his granite worktop. I quickly decide; “To hell with waiting for it to breathe” and pour the wine as fast as my shaking hand will allow.
“Pull your other leg back” Arthur is saying and I’m stopped in my tracks as I enter the living room.
My wife is face down on the old man’s rug in front of his fire. Her pale flesh dissected by the black fabric strings of her bra straps and thong. One of her silken, toned legs is pulled back so that the heel of her shoe rests on an exposed buttock. Her other legs rests flat against the rug.
“Can you arch your back for me Kelsey please?” Arthur moves his chair up close to my wife. She pulls her head back and her magnificent breasts sway heavily. Looking down I see the landlord has already started to sketch some initial lines onto his paper.
“Perfect pose,” Arthur nods approvingly at Kelsey and she smiles up at him. He extends his hand towards me and takes two glasses of wine. He takes a sip from his before resting both glasses down above the fireplace.
“Perhaps one minor adjustment” he tells my wife as he approaches her prone physique. “I’d love to try to capture your bare feet as well.”
I’m breathing like someone of Arthur’s age after a marathon.
As my wife sprawls before this man we really hardly know, he stands and takes her raised shoe into his large hands. He moves one hand over the flesh of her slender ankle, appearing to caress her skin as he does so. The shoe makes an audible ‘plopping’ noise as Arthur completely removes it.
“Exquisite” he murmurs as my wife moves her beautifully arched foot and wiggles her little toes which she painted with crimson nail polish for the visit.
“Do you know Kelsey, just how complex a mechanical structure the human foot is?”
Oh my God he’s holding her foot! It looks so tiny in his hands. Is he actually massaging it?
“Every one of our feet has twenty-six bones, over thirty joints and more than a hundred muscles, tendons, and ligaments. “
Kelsey’s eyes seek mine out and glow as they hold my disbelieving gaze. Her face is flushed pink, her lips parted. I know that expression so well. My head nods at her. The old man continues to knead her foot and she closes her eyes before lowering her head onto her forearms on the rug.
Arthur releases her raised foot and lets his fingers trace down the back of my wife’s calf. She lets out a sigh and pulls back her other leg too so that her heel of that shoe rests over her ass cheek. Deftly Arthur twists off her second shoe and his hand begins manipulating and shaping the muscles of her sole. Still she offers no resistance.
“In your case Kelsey, these are the most inspiring pair of ‘complex mechanical structures’ I’ve ever had the pleasure of working with.” She laughs, still with her eyes closed and Arthur looks at me over his spectacles. He grins salaciously and makes no attempt to remove his hands from her.
“I’m afraid you’ll both have to forgive my lack of professionalism.” He says, still holding one of Kelsey’s feet. My wife opens her eyes and twists her head making her breasts jiggle as looks up at the landlord
“It’s been a long time since I was in the company of such a beautiful young lady.” Arthur says, “I’m afraid my friend here has quite forgotten how to behave.” He looks down towards the front of his pants and an unmistakable bulge which has formed at the front of them.
I grimace at the clumsiness of his approach and hold my breath waiting for my wife
to yank her feet from this old man’s hands and jump up demanding her clothes. The next words I expect to hear are a shout of: “That’s it Nick we’re leaving NOW!”
Instead, my wife doesn’t even look at me as she’s confronted by proof of another man’s sexual desire for her. An erection so obviously bigger than what she’s used to.
What she does do is to moves her free leg towards Arthur’s waist. Her pale foot searches delicately but blindly to alleviate the stiffness Arthur is suffering for her. When she finds it, her foot stops moving for a moment before beginning to massage in small circles.
Arthur looks over at me, his lips tight. His hands are fumbling with his belt. I lean against the wall for support. My stomach is doing backward somersaults, the muscles stretched taught. My mouth gapes, bone dry.
“Turn over onto your back.” Arthur says, sweeping his pants down over skinny legs and onto the floor.
For only the briefest of moments my wife catches my eye. Her face and throat are glowing dark pink. Arthur is yanking at his baggy white trunk-style underpants. It takes him three attempts to get them over his erection. I study the lower half of what looks a bony white arse under the tail of his shirt. My wife sits up looking between the old man’s legs, her eyes widening and mouth parted.
“Mr Boseman…” she says softly, her mouth remaining open as if a sentence was unfinished.
I become aware of movement between my own legs and realize at some point I must have taken out my own erection because I’m peeling my own foreskin back and forth.
As if in a dream I watch my wife on her back lift both her feet up off the floor and continue to raise them for the old man. He moves across her, parting her long legs by pushing at her inner thighs.
“Such wonderful creamy skin Nicholas hasn’t she?” he asks over his shoulder. I think I try to mumble something in response.
Kelsey is attempting to sit up again, her eyes directed at his cock and waist. She extends an arm and her hand fleetingly touches his erection. The three of us groan. My wife touched another man’s cock!
“Mr Boseman..” her voice trails away again.
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