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The Naive Wife Boudoir Turned Model

... hard. Amy stood in front of him, watching him thumb through the pictures in shock. "Oh damn," he whispered, looking at a pic of Amy in her bikini with her ass in the air looking back over her shoulder, her pussy lips almost visible. "Did he see your, your um, pussy?"

"He is more curious about what Jerry saw?" she thought, getting frustrated. "Yeah, probably, I was barely covered Brian," she told him with a harsh response. Then pushed it, "He liked my ass and made more comments about it than my boobs and pussy though," chiding him for a response.

"Damn," turning the page. "Did you notice him get turned on seeing you like this?"

"I'm sure he did, Brian. He got pretty close to me while taking the pictures," teasing him. Seeing him not respond with jealousy, but more aroused at being seen by another man turned him on. "You are hard, Brian! Do my pictures turn you on or the thought of another man seeing me half naked turn you on?"

For the first time, he looked up at her, embarrassed, a shy expression on his face, but not saying anything.

"You like it that another man saw my ass and boobs, huh? Is that why you're hard?" she said softly, pushing the book away to reveal his hardness through his pants. "You like that other men get hard looking at your wife, don't you?" "I do. I'm sorry. But, you are in great shape and I'm not. I know men look at you," lowering his head.

"Do you think men look at my boobs or ass more?" she asked, touching her tits and turning to show ...

... him her as in her tight leggings.

"Your ass."

"Hmm, do you think men jerk off to my ass?" lowering her leggings to show him her ass cheek. "Pull your dick out, Brian."

He quickly unzipped and pushed his pants down, holding his hard dick in his hand. "Do you jerk off to me too?"

"Kinda, I guess," not making eye contact.

"Kinda? What do you mean? You either do or you don't, right?"

"It's not like that. I mean I do, but not to you."

"Come on, explain it to me. It's turning me on knowing you like men to look at me," rubbing her hard nipples over her tank top. "Brian, come on. Be honest with me."

"I sometimes jerk off thinking about other men jerking off to you," lowering his head in shame.

"What else? There is more."

"Well, um. I think of you with other men. Enjoying your hard body," squeezing his dick in his hand.

"Wow, I had no idea. It's so erotic that you do, Brian," lifting his head to look at her. "It's hot. I'm not mad. It's sexy that you fantasize about that," wondering how he would react if he knew about Robert and his big cock fucking her.

"It is?" more excitement in his voice. "You're not mad?"

"Of course not," her mind raced, wanting to know more about his fantasizing. "Stand up," she told him.

He stood, and she replaced him sitting on the bed, holding the photo book. She opened the book to a photo of her in a bikini, squatting next to a motorcycle, legs open, hands in her hair, looking into the camera. "What do you think of ...