1. The Art Show - Part 1


    Date: 9/25/2015, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: flashnic, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    towards Francine. “This is beauty to me Charles; her caring thoughts, her bright eyes, her beautiful smile and the curve of her lovely body. “Charles, do you think a woman like Francine would make a good model? Can you see a woman like her in the classical pose of a Roman nymph or a Greek muse? Or do you think something more modern and abstract like a Picasso would better suit her more voluptuous figure? “What do you think Francine? Turn around sweetheart and show us your lovely body.” Francine strikes up a mock chorus girl ‘grand-finale’ pose and I say, “Come on Fran, I’m being serious, I’d like to explore this theme. Which is more beautiful? Man-made buildings and ornaments or the natural human form?” She looks at me quizzically. “It's art,” I say, “the beauty of the human form, nothing more, nothing less.” Fran's hands rest on her hips and she looks at me questioningly. Her head is on a slight tilt, a defiant, challenging look in her eye, and she asks, “Are you sure about this?” With no opportunity to answer, Charles and I watch mesmerised as she breathes in, puffing out her magnificent breasts. Slowly she inches her hands towards the top of her pants. Hesitating before fumbling with the button, she pulls down the zip. My eyes, wide open now, are glued to the small triangle of pale naked flesh exposed between the top of her panties and the hem of her singlet. Looking me in the eye, she rests her hands back on her hips and slides her pants down with a flourish and lets them ...
    fall to them floor. I stand there staring at her in mute astonishment. I’m surprised but delighted she’s taken off her pants. It’s as though I’m living in some kind of dream. A secret fantasy becoming a reality. Here, right in front of me, my wife has pulled her pants down in front of a man she just met. Amazing, fantastic and so exciting, it’s almost surreal. I’m terrified that it will all melt away to nothing like an imagined Dali painting. “Oh, Fran!” I gasp, encouraging her. I look at the curve of her slender ankles, her finely turned calves, her silky thighs and finally fix upon her full cut, black cotton panties wrapped tightly around her crotch and waist. Straightening up with a look of confidence now, Francine reaches down and grasps the hem of her top and lifts it up revealing her very feminine soft rounded tummy. Her black lace and satin bra and her deep cleavage bounce into view as she pulls the top over her head in a flowing movement. “Mmmm,” I groan, almost under my breath. “You are so lovely Fran. There she is... my wife, the artist’s model,” I announce laughing. “Wearing nothing but her underwear and a smile.” Looking up and down her gorgeous body, I drink in the sight, my gaze roaming over her large breasts. I watch in delight as her nipples begin to harden and clearly show through the lacy material of her bra. Continuing my visual exploration, I take in her navel, its shape and depth, the contours of her tummy, the slight roll of soft flesh at the top of her ...
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