“Sitting still on my butt for an hour or two for the old man upstairs isn’t so bad.” She smiles and holds my gaze in the mirror, “It’s better than working for a living. Especially if it helps him change his mind about a rent increase as well Nick.”
“He knows he’ll only be drawing you Kels, Nothing more.” Our eyes are locked together in the mirror.
“Of course.” She nods, her voice thin.
I leave her to finish up in the bathroom and when she follows me into our bedroom I’ve laid out the two dresses Arthur bought for her on the bed.
“He asked me to show you these” I say and watch the rose color spread up her slender throat and over her cheeks.
“Said he saw them while he was away and thought of you. Wanted me to ask if you’d be happy wearing them.” I think my own face is flushing. “He said something about it being a good artistic challenge for him to have to draw all those holes and gaps in the material.” I dart a look at her.
“Which one?” she says
“Both, or either I think. “ I croak, my chest tightening.
Something about the way she looks in her little nightie, so beautiful and innocent yet staring at the slutty clothing another man wants to see her in makes me ache for her.
“Course, it could have nothing to do with his art at all.” I pull her to me and circle the arch of her back with my arms.
“It might have more to do with him being an old pervert who wants to see my wife dressed in something sexy.” I inhale the soap and fragrance of her face cream. “Who could really blame him?” I smile.
“They don’t leave much to the imagination.” She breaks free of me and holds up one of the dresses. Her face creases as if she’s unsure.
“Try it on. See how you feel in it.”
Would it really be right to take some pictures to show him? The camera Arthur bought me is in my bedside drawer.
I leave her alone with the dresses while I go to the bathroom; my head swimming about tomorrow.
This is so wrong. But if my wife’s happy to do it and we’re ‘lucky’ enough to have a landlord prepared to help us out financially just for looking at her: - is it really so bad?
My cock is throbbing. With a bit more time I’ll get more clients, reduce our dependency on Rochella and Arthur. I can take my time finding the right one. We won’t have to cut back on our spending, or grovel for another bank loan. Maybe, like Kelsey said, we can get Arthur to change his mind about the rent rise.
I’m back in the bedroom. Adrenaline pumping through me.
“What do you think?” Kelsey is barefoot, smoothing the sides of one of the black dresses down the tops of her thighs.
Although it’s an off the shoulder design, tight, short and very low cut, it’s the dress of the two which would show the least of my wife’s flesh. The front and back are plain black fabric but the slashes around each of her sides expose wide ovals of her tanned skin. The holes start just under her arms and continue right the way down to the hem half way up her thighs. The holes widen just below her slim waist. Kelsey twists in front of me showing me the gashes in the material which display wide areas of her naked skin around her hips.
Oh my God. What affect will seeing Kelsey like this have on a man in his 60’s? Someone who already seems obsessed with her.
“I couldn’t really wear panties with it.” She twists her neck, looking over her shoulder at her own behind.
“Might as well make some use of this thing Arthur bought me,” my mouth is dry, hands unsteady as I pull the camera from my drawer.
“Give me a smile then,” I try to steady my trembling hands, conscious of the erection at the front of my pants
“Hey!” Kelsey laughs and tries to cover her cleavage with a forearm at the sight of my camera.
I click away and sure enough, eventually she can’t resist striking a couple of poses.
I’m not certain how good the pictures I’ve taken are, but once I have a selection I suggest she tries on the other outfit.
“I’ll turn my back if it helps,” I laugh and stand facing the door, listening to what sound like half-hearted protests from her about trying on the other dress.
“Do you think this one makes me look a bit fat?” she‘s holding both her palms flat against her stomach when I turn to look.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” my breathing is shallow. She looks like some kind of goddess and once again I’m silently asking myself how a guy like me ended up with a girl who looks like her.
She holds her blonde hair up behind her head and twists her body this way and that in the full-length mirror The ‘dress’ looks more like a black net barely capable of containing her tanned curves.
The outfit has a halter neck and there are two strips of black fabric running down the length of her body and over the center of each breast. The strips come together just below her belly button and form a ‘V’ of fabric between her legs. She turns to show me the reverse of the dress.
The top half of her back is completely exposed. Below her bare shoulder blades, between the thin net material two strips of fabric each maybe 4” wide run downward as on the front. The strips meet just below her slender waist. Most of her buttocks are ‘covered’ only by the net but the split between her cheeks is obscured by the black fabric.
“Wow Kelsey,” I say slowly, “you look gorgeous.” I quickly click a handful pictures until I can bare it no longer. I toss the camera on the bed and take her in my arms.
“Let me take this off first.” She says, “I don’t want to mess it up before tomorrow”
I’m pushing her warm, naked body back onto the bed. Tearing at my own zipper. She’s going to show herself off to him again. This old man. What if he wants more? I pull one of her nipples between my lips and suck frantically. Her legs snake around my back.
“You’ll drive him crazy when he sees you like that...” I say breathlessly.
“What if he wants me to take it off and draw me like that as well,” she moans into my ear.
It’s too much to bear and my body stiffens and then spasms.
Saturday afternoon and I’m standing looking at the tiles outside the door of Arthur’s apartment. Kelsey’s hand is a little clammy in mine so maybe I’m trying to divert my anxiety by thinking about other things as we wait.
Things like how this whole area could do with sweeping and cleaning. I don’t know why I didn’t notice it earlier in the week when I was here. In my other hand is the carrier bag with the dresses inside that he bought my wife.
“You sure you’re ok with this?” I search her blue eyes.
Her lips are tight but she nods. She looks so fresh-faced and beautiful. Her make-up is light, her hair up behind her head and a small pair of gold hoop earrings decorate her ears.
I ring the bell again and watch Kelsey adjust the sides of her shoulder-less violet dress. Loose-fitting and pure-looking in contrast to what I have in this bag.
What happens if he does wants her to do more than merely pose for him and he suggests it? The glaring possibility that Kelsey and I haven’t fully discussed and agreed with each other. Maybe neither of us wanted to hear the other say it ‘mustn’t happen’?
Arthur grins broadly once the door is flung open. “Nicholas, Kelsey: you look delightful as ever my dear.” The landlord gestures us inside. “Beautiful dress,” he hums as he moves aside to allow us in.
“Unfortunately I now have an issue to attend to with another of my properties today.” He sighs once he’s closed the door. “It turns out I have rather less time than I expected so we’ll need to start promptly,” he rubs his hands together slowly.
“The temperature and natural light outside are so good today that it would be a shame to waste them. Assuming you’d be comfortable sitting there for me Kelsey? We’re not at all overlooked as you know. Now; did Nicholas show you the outfits I suggested?” Arthur strokes his chin as he studies my wife.
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Arthur laughs and throws back his head. He claps his hands together. “There are very few young ladies I’ve ever met who could carry off such dresses my dear. You can change in any of the bedrooms,” he gestures down the hallway further into his apartment. “Whichever one you’d prefer Kelsey.” He looks at his watch, “Annoyingly I’m not going to have time for both dresses today now. Just shout if you need anything.”
Once he’s taken Kelsey’s order for a glass of wine and she’s out of earshot he ushers me into the kitchen area.
“Did you manage to take some photos for me of her in the outfits?”
“I did but I forgot to bring the camera with me Arthur.” I lie, my stomach contracting. Guilt had got the better of me bringing the images.
“OK. Well never mind. We won’t worry about it today. I don’t really have time. We’ll just have to go with the flow.”
Should I offer to go and fetch the camera for him? I ponder for a split second before coming to my senses. I can’t leave her here alone with him.
I’m trying to think of something to say to him when Kelsey appears.
“Oh my word,” Arthur drags out the sentence like a punch-drunk boxer. Kelsey stands in front of us in the least-revealing of the two dresses. She’s holding her own hands together down below her belly. The fabric gapes widely at her sides, revealing large oval windows onto her body.
“Well, I suspected the outfit would suit you my dear, but really...I’m nearly speechless. You look absolutely sensational.” The tip of his tongue caresses the corner of his old mouth.
“Nicholas; would you be so good as to prepare drinks for us all while I get Kelsey set up outside?”
He doesn’t wait for my response. He slides a powerful arm around my wife’s slender, semi-exposed waist and leads her out through his patio doors.
Oh my God. What the fuck are we even doing here?
My hands shake like my whole nervous system is collapsing as I pick two gold-rimmed mugs for Arthur and I out of one of his cupboards. I hurriedly fill the chrome kettle with water for our tea and check his fridge for an opened bottle of white wine for Kelsey.
By the time I join the pair of them outside they’re sat opposite one another next to one of his large patio tables. Kelsey has her legs crossed towards him. Arthur is already busily scratching away on his pad.
“Can you kick your sandals off as well please Kelsey. I do remember your rather beautifully high-arched feet. I’d like to capture the curves around those as well.” Without looking at me he indicates where I should put down his drink. Kelsey is blushing.
I don’t want to embarrass her any further so I decide I shouldn’t just sit and stare as Arthur replicates with lead what he sees of my wife’s figure. Instead, with my heart pounding at the perverse submission of my situation, I take my drink and explore some of the old man’s huge penthouse terrace again.
It’s impossible to stay focussed on anything other than the fact that so close to me my young wife is posing in a slutty dress for an old man.
In between leaning at the rail of his terrace looking out over the views of the park below, the city further away and the woodland area to the east, I glance frequently back to check everything is OK with Kelsey. Apart from Arthur’s hand as he draws and his head occasionally as he inspects; neither of them seem to move. Once, Kelsey’s laugh causes me to glance over and her hand is raised over face at something he must have said.
Eventually I become aware Arthur has put down his pad and pencils and is looking at his watch.
“I was just wondering Arthur,” Kelsey arches her back and stretches her arms way above her head. Her boobs move tantalisingly in front of the old man and I. She looks over at me and then quickly back at Arthur. Her teeth play with her bottom lip.
“Nicholas mentioned something about a possible rise in our monthly rent Arthur. So I was wondering whether there might be time today for me to earn a bonus. ‘Undraped’ I think you called it last time.”
What the hell is she doing?
“I’m sorry Kelsey, Nick I really don’t have time today. Wonderfully tempting though that possibility most surely is. I have another meeting shortly. Another time though most definitely.“ Arthur rises from his chair and smiles at my wife’s scarlet face.
“But on the subject of the rent,” his face has tightened, “I should let you both know that another young couple, friends of a friend actually, are interested in your apartment. They’ve asked me to keep them posted on its availability. Just on the off chance of the three of us here can’t reach some kind of new rental agreement before the existing one expires.”
Kelsey’s shoots a look at me.
“But of course I’m hopeful we’ll manage to renew everything as per normal.” Arthur slaps my shoulder and indicates to Kelsey that she should go and change.
“If things really are a little difficult for you both again financially Nicholas you have only to ask for a delay in rental payments you know.” He says once we’re back inside the penthouse and alone. He pushes an index finger at center of the frame of his spectacles. “Similar terms to those we set up before.”
“I appreciate it Arthur but I’m sure it won’t come to that.” I’m still reeling. I’m almost as shocked at Arthur turning down what my wife seemed to be suggesting as I am at her for offering it.
“You can’t blame me for wondering Nicholas. Not when I hear a young married woman like your wife offer to take off all her clothes again for me,” he laughs. “Assuming that’s what she meant earlier,” he looks expectantly at me.
What does he want me to say?
“Seriously though Nicholas, if you are in need of even more additional income perhaps you should also consider broadening Kelsey’s modelling assignments. I know Rochella for one would be very keen to have your wife sit for her. She was most impressed by that Nicholas,” Arthur’s eyes move across to the Kelsey’s topless picture on his wall.
“Rochella does have rather an eye for attractive young ladies. Similar to myself in many ways Nicholas.” The corners of his mouth turn up and looks again at his watch.
Chapter Seven
Late Sunday morning and I’m sitting in my dressing gown flicking through the TV channels. Kelsey’s gone out to the mall with one of her friends. I had to quietly remind her to take it easy with any spending while she was out.
I’ve hardly been able to stop thinking about yesterday. How she looked in front of Arthur, what she offered to do for him. God, that was so hot. My cock stiffens again at the mental image of his wrinkled old eyes gorging on her dressed like a little slut. He turned down her offer to strip for him! My hand is inside my dressing grown.
Kelsey was subdued for a while when we got back here yesterday. At first I thought she might be feeling bad about posing for him again, feeling ‘cheap’ or ‘dirty.’ Or feeling rejected after what she’d suggested. But it turned it wasn’t either of those. She was worried about this other couple supposedly being interested in the apartment. I had to reassure her that we wouldn’t lose this place.
She didn’t even seem to mind the idea of posing for Rochella when I mentioned it. Although I didn’t tell her everything Arthur had said about my client.
I suppose the money would help if she did model for someone else as well as Arthur. But it would feel weird if it was one of my clients. It would make us even more dependent on Rochella for income.
I pause the remote at MTV and think again about something Kelsey said before she went off to the mall.
She asked me if I was surprised Arthur didn’t want her to pose without the dress on yesterday. I reminded her he was pushed for time; that he had a meeting to go to. She just shrugged. I think she was surprised. She asked me what I’d have said if he had wanted more. I said I didn’t know.
Does she want him again?
I’m just contemplating going to the bathroom and jerking-off yet again thinking about yesterday when there’s a knock the door.
“Doorbell still not w
orking?” Arthur’s head and shoulders peer around the inside of the door frame at the bell-chimes box.
“No I need to get onto it Arthur. I’ve got the batteries.”I rub the back of my neck with a palm.
“Do you have a few minutes Nicholas?” he adjusts a sleeve on his gingerbread-colored cardigan.
“Well I was just about to shower and then get dressed,” I open my arms to emphasize the fact I’m still in my dressing gown.
“Don’t worry Nicholas, I won’t keep you long.” He eases his way past me into our hallway.
“I saw Kelsey on her way out earlier,” he smiles, his eyes sliding around the living and dining areas.
“Yes, she’s at the mall.”
“Ah I see; still out.” He sighs. “May I have a seat? I’ve been outside most of the morning cleaning my terrace. I need to recruit some new help. It doesn’t look like my regular cleaner will be returning to work anytime soon. I don’t know what’s the matter with people these days. So unreliable.“ He sits on our sofa shaking his head.
I’m not going to offer him a drink. I don’t want to encourage him to stay.
“Anyhow; a couple of things Nicholas. Firstly, did you give any more thought to what I said about the possibility of Kelsey sitting for Rochella?” he places a hand squarely on each of his knees.
“I did mention it to her yeah. She said as long as it’s just the modelling...” I clear my throat, “she said she’d probably be OK with it.”
“Excellent! Rochella will be thrilled.” Arthur beams at me.
“I suppose I’m just worried it might be a bit awkward Arthur. You know, what with me working for Rochella?” I tighten my dressing gown over my exposed chest.
“Oh no, I doubt it would be awkward at all Nicholas. In fact,” he says, lowering his voice, “If anything, letting a client like Rochella enjoy drawing your wife is liable to help your business relationship.” He taps the side of his nose as if we share some profitable secret.
Why am I putting up with this?
“Now Nicholas; to business. The second reason I called involves the apartment.” He straightens himself on our sofa then fishes in the pocket of his cardigan and pulls out his smartphone. “Obviously I’ve mentioned the possibility of an increase in the rent?” His eyes fix mine.
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