This story comprises of 16 short chapters (all written) that will be released in turn as I edit them.
Like many of the submissions on here this could have been placed in a variety of genre's; Loving Wives, Fetish, Novels & Novellas but I felt it was best suited to Exhibitionist & Voyeur.
As always constructive comments are welcome but please don't tell me where the story is going after reading one chapter.... You might be wrong!
Please remember it is just a story and like with so many of them, there are always a few liberties taken with reality.
Enjoy
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Jessica's Epiphany
~~~ Chapter 6 ~~~
Sighing softly, I rolled onto my side and waited to fall asleep. Whatever the future was going to bring I would just have to try and cope with it as best I could.
I was awake early the next morning, the Saturday, gazing at the shafts of sunlight that penetrated the drapes to form a patten on the wall opposite.
Tom was still asleep next to me and, just as I had the night before, I lay in the bed wondering what the day would bring.
Whatever it was I knew I would survive it, but would my marriage?
It was a question I couldn't answer.
My photo shoot for Richard's online magazine was scheduled for later that day, during the afternoon, so I knew I had a few hours to kill before I had to get ready. What I was going to do for that time I had no idea but I knew I needed to keep my mind occupied so I didn't dwell on things.
Slipping quietly out of bed I found a short robe on the back of the bedroom door and, putting it on, I tiptoed out of the room leaving my husband to sleep on.
The house was completely silent and for some reason, as I padded along the luxuriously carpeted landing, I found myself speculating as to where Peta had slept.
'Was Richard fucking her?'
Smiling at the idea I made my way to the kitchen, via a brief stop in the bathroom, and then pushing the slightly debauched thought aside, I set about making my first coffee of the day.
"Is there enough for me?"
I had just perched on a stool at the counter, trying to tug the robe down so my panties were covered, when a voice behind me made me jump.
Turning around I found our client, Richard Danville, standing in the doorway.
"Shit, you scared me."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to." He grinned, his gaze drifting down to where my legs were totally on show.
"Err... yeah, there should be."
"Thanks." Moving to pour himself a cup he glanced round to find me still fighting with the robe, "I'd leave it if I were you, it looks much better like that."
I blushed and bit my lower lip, "Sorry, it's.... umm... a bit short."
He had seen me in a lot less and would see me totally naked later that day but it still felt awkward sitting in his kitchen trying to keep my knickers covered.
Sliding on to the stool next to me he eventually dragged his gaze up from my bare legs to my face.
"So, Mrs Prescott. Are you looking forward to this afternoon?"
The way he used my title and surname as if to emphasise my marital status made me shiver and caused the tiny hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end.
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Did he have some hidden agenda?'
I pushed the thought aside as ridiculous, after all I had had dinner with him only a week or so ago and, apart from making me flash a stranger, he had been the perfect gentleman.
Thinking back to that night and how he had instructed me to reveal my stockings to the two businessmen I felt my pulse rate quicken and a small thrill ripple through me.
"Yes.... I... umm.... I suppose I am in one way but... at the same time it... it also scares me."
Richard glanced down at my legs again and, without thinking, I uncrossed them, taking my time and allowing him a lingering glimpse of my plain white panties.
"That's completely understandable my dear." He lifted his eyes up from my crotch to meet mine and smiled knowingly, "But rest assured you'll be absolutely fine."
"Should.... should I take my rings off?" I recrossed my legs and held up my left hand to illustrate my question.
"No, please keep them on. The majority of our subscribers prefer to see real married women on the screen."
"Oh!"
A little shocked at his statement I took a sip of my coffee and tried to collect my scattered wits.
"It's a man thing I guess. There's something very taboo about a woman who's married exposing her body." He continued, trying to explain it to me.
"I err.... I suppose so."
"What were you planning on doing this morning?" Richard changed the subject.
"I.... we... we weren't sure."
"You know the pool is heated and the conservatory is quite pleasant even when it's a little chilly outside."
"Thanks, I... err... I might have a swim then."
"Please help yourself." Staring down at my thighs again he stood up, "I need to go but I'll see more of you later."
The double entendre wasn't lost on me and brought thoughts of the afternoon's photo shoot back into my mind, again sending a small rush of excitement through me.
"Until this afternoon." He brushed a strand of hair away from my face and kissed me lightly on the lips, surprising me.
"Yes... umm... this afternoon." I said to myself as he walked out of the door.
Finishing my own coffee, I poured another and took it up to my husband.
It was more than an hour and a half later when I stood on the edge of Richard's pool in my rather small red bikini and, as gracefully as I could, dived in.
By the time I clambered out of the water after swimming a slow twenty lengths both our host and Peta, the photographer, had joined Tom in the conservatory.
"Absolutely stunning!" Richard openly leered at me as I stood dripping at the edge of his pool, "I'm sure our subscription will double when we put your photos on the site."
"Thanks." I blushed at his comment, not sure I really appreciated it.
Even though he had seen me in a variety of skimpy underwear I still felt somewhat embarrassed in my bikini and quickly wrapped my towel tightly around me.
"Oh, I mean it." He turned towards my husband, "You're a lucky man Tom."
Glancing up from his book he smiled, "Yeah, I know."
"I take it you'll be joining us for the afternoon?" Ignoring me Richard continued to engage my husband.
"Oh... umm... yes, of course. If I'm invited that is?"
Peta, who had been silent up till then glanced up, "Sure, I have no problem with it."
Standing quietly as they discussed the shoot my tummy fluttered. Not only was I going to be posing nude, my husband would be there to witness it all.
For the next couple of hours, I lay by the pool in my swimwear and did my utmost to put any thoughts of the afternoon, and what would happen to the pictures, out of my mind and relax.
Struggling to get through to one o'clock I managed to eat something for lunch before retiring to our room to get myself ready for the shoot.
A long soak in a bubble bath was first; during which I shaved my legs, under my arms and my mound, making sure I was completely smooth and totally hairless from the neck down.
'This was my last chance to pull out.'
I had laid my head back and closed my eyes, still a little uncertain if I could go through with the shoot, when a voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Leaning against the doorframe my husband asked again.
'Thousands of men are going to see my naked body?'
I looked up at him and considered what was going to happen unless I stopped it.
"Yes I'm certain, after all this was one of the reasons he signed with us."
"That doesn't mean you have to do it."
"If I don't keep my word about this he could start having second thoughts." I stated rather unemotionally.
Tom nodded, "I guess so."
There's no guessing involved."
"But do you want to do it?"
"Yes, I do." I said flatly, "Do you want me too?"
"Yes."
There was nothing more to be said and he turned away, leaving me to finish my bath and dry myself off.
Blow drying my hair I carefully put it up, so that it was in keeping with the office setting Richard had said he wanted. Making sure it looked casually done I left several long blonde ringlets hanging down around my face and neck.
With that done I sat down at the dressing table to do my make-up.
Looking in the mirror I, not for the first time, wondered just how I had got myself into this situation and reflected on just why I was excited by it.
Where had this exhibitionist side of me come from? I had never done anything remotely like this before.
One thing I was certain of however was that I was going to go through with it, whatever else happened.
Peta had said she would help me but, deciding I wanted to get ready alone and prepare myself, I had declined.
I knew from the lingerie photo shoot, and how Madison had done my face for Kelvin's camera, that I had to put on far more powder and paint than I would normally use.
Foundation and blusher went on first, the heavily applied cosmetics making me feel a little like a clown before I thickened and lengthened my false eyelashes with several layers of mascara. I continued by putting on a smoky grey eyeshadow and then an upswept eyeliner, giving my blue eyes the look I desired.
Finishing with a red lip gloss I took a last look in the mirror, barely recognising the woman staring back at me.
'Perhaps people won't recognise me?'
The small hope of anonymity helped calm my frayed nerves as I went to get dressed.
My outfit was easier, Richard having already told me he wanted me in the skimpy black lace underwear I had worn for part of the lingerie shoot I had done. Unashamedly expensive it was almost see through, a heavier, darker lace covering my most intimate areas.
Fastening the suspender belt around my middle I eased the thong up over the straps before slipping on the bra and rolling a brand-new pair of black seamed stockings up my legs.
