After my husbands retirement, he started eating better, working out more, and dropped fifteen pounds, he was much more relaxed, more laid-back than I thought he would ever be.
He had invested in a new camera with different lenses, lights, and a new computer with a printer, and software for editing pictures. Then after taking me shopping for a new summer wardrobe he started taking pictures of me occasionally,
but mostly if I was wearing some of my more revealing outfits. Encouraging me to show more leg, and cleavage, which was nothing new, but he was intent on capturing me on film, telling me how beautiful and sexy I was.
I'm five-seven, with blonde hair, brown eyes, with a 36C-24-38 figure that I've worked hard to maintain since our children were born. My husband has always referred to me as a trophy wife.
He has also encouraged me to be adventurous and flirtatious with other men I find myself attracted to. Our open marriage, led to swapping with a few couples, and many threesomes with men and women we were involved with, and even one very naughty night when I was treated to a gang-bang.
His retirement party ended up being more of a swingers party after most of the guests had left. That's the night our neighbor Bill discovered that our supposedly secret affair was okay with my husband, his best friend. It was also the night Josh and I had a sexual encounter.
My husband had nude photos of me already, so when he started asking me to pose for sexy pictures I wasn't really surprised. Then he wanted me posing in lingerie, then for nude sessions, where he ended up with pictures of me with my toys. When we were on the deck, or on the dock, he took pictures of me as Bill rubbed me down with oil, and even had one of me topless standing in waist deep water talking with two very interested bass fisherman who had stopped to chat with me during a tournament. and after getting a nod from my husband I had stood between them for a few pictures and removed my top as I leaned against the side of their boat.
During this time I was still working for an insurance company, having my weekends off, my evenings free, and had come home very late after being invited to Joshs house one evening.
One Saturday morning near the end of June, I was tending to my flower beds, my husband was mowing the lawn, and told me he was grilling steaks and potatoes that evening, that Bill was coming over, for supper, and a few drinks.
When we finished our yard work, my husband went swimming while I worked on my tan relaxing on the deck.
Around four that afternoon my husband had showered and shaved, so as he started the grill, I ran a warm bubble bath,
shaved my legs, and pubic area, then laid-back enjoying the warm bath.
The garden tub sits in the corner of the room, surrounded by windows, giving me a view of the front yard and the driveway.
The blinds were open, and I hadn't bothered to close the bedroom or bathroom door, more intent on my warm relaxing bath.