Chapter 1

Hello I am 36 years old, UK size 12, 34E and married to a wonderful guy. I could bore you with all the details but safe to say we enjoy a varied sexual life together. This has involved threesomes public nudity and many more thrilling adventures. I am by day the demure Laura Ashley wearing English wife, by night I am a busty sex mad slut.

My first genuine tale is how I modeled topless for an elderly artist, all names are changed for obvious reasons.

We live in your picture postcard village, with a couple of shops and village pubs. About 2 months ago we were invited to a drinks party by our neighbours who are in their 70’s. Hubby and I were by far the youngest (me at 36 he at 41) to be invited but it sounded fun. Nice to be young again!!

We joked about all of the old boys ogling my cleavage if a wore a daring or see through top. It was decided that see through was a step too far. It was therefore decided I would be wearing my usual plunging top dress which shows off my 34E girls to anyone who cares to look, young, old, male or female a thong and push up bra to both show off but also for us to enjoy the furtive glances from the other guests.

We arrived to a very busy house full of grey haired guests, who were both loud and fun. A few heads turned as we walked in and our names called out to those who didn’t know us. We soon got chatting to a couple of neighbours as glass after glass of fizz was passed our way. There were quite a few faces that we did nor know and were soon meeting many new friends. It was funny to watch as the pensioners quickly averted their stare from my cleavage and tried to keep eye contact. Hubby was standing a short space away grinning and raising his eyebrows as the grey haired, tweed and cashmere wearing voyeurs became more forward as the drink flowed.

Most of the chaps were either on their own or with their wives of a similar age, so I must admit it was flattering and a real turn to be or at least feel that I was the centre of attention. A lot of the old boys were clearly enjoying looking at my cleavage and as the wine flowed I became more brazen and daring. I rubbed my boobs against many a gnarled elbow as I chatted a mingled. I also ‘had’ to keep bending over to speak to those who were seated. This gave ample opportunity to my growing band of elderly voyeurs to see down the front of my dress and also to seem my bum in the tight stretch of my dress fabric. All of this I hasten to add at the instance and instruction of hubby.

Hubby got caught up speaking sport to a couple of friends as I got slowly marshalled by the throng to the corner of the living room and fell into the company of a group of four guys whose ages I soon found ranged in age from 73 to 84. As I got to know the guys more one in particular was very charming and ever so saucy. Edward or Ed is 76 but was quite young in humour and outlook. Ed and me chatted about everything from holidays to music with the other three listening intently and throwing in the odd comment and glance at my cleavage. I said to Ed that I loved lazing on a beach in the hot sun and getting a tan. He asked if I ever went topless on holiday... ‘of course’ was my reply to which all four laughed intently saying that I shouldn’t tease them or they would be carried out on a stretcher. My reply led to Ed openly making reference to my boobs calling them tits on a couple of occasions which lead to four sets of eyes fixating on my rising chest. He asked the size ‘of those things’ and nodded and stared when I said 34e. The banter continued with all of my new gang of pensioner friends asking about where else I ‘put my charms on display’ and saying that they were half out already.I was offered a sheltered spot in one of four gardens with ever increasingly ridiculous incentives to sunbathe there should I wish. Ed was even by now squeezing my bum through the thin summer dress material and as I had a thong on he got a good feel of my firm bum cheeks and a little slap as I bent over, much to the entertainment of the others.

Seeing the slap another gent joined us. He is a retired local landscape artist called Andrew and someone we all know well. He soon picked up on the increasing sexual conversation, with Ed leading the direction much to the satisfaction of our elderly companions. Ed asked Andrew if he had ever painted life models to which Andrew replied that he had in the past but his late wife had become jealous so he had stopped. He said what about our ‘new friend’ would she be the kind of model that his wife was jealous off. To which Andrew replied ‘No, she is fully clothed’ this caused hysterics amongst all six of us. I said I had often though about posing for a portrait but never done so and as the drink was flowing and I was enjoying the attention quickly added ‘topless of course’. Now it must have been 2 seconds at most but it felt like 5 minutes before anyone spoke next. Andrew said he would gladly have me sit for him if I would do him the honour. Hubby and me walked or should I swayed our way back from the party. He asked me what I had been discussing with the old men at the party.

“The old boys were very complementary indeed.” I teased. “Andrew is going to paint me and I said yes indeed he, is.”

Hubby is always pestering me to pose and tease where I can much to my disdain ... not!! He stopped walking and pressed me against a garden hedge the spiky leaves gave a pleasurable pain to the situation. I could feel his rock hard cock in his trousers as he kissed me and pulled my summer dress up over my buttocks.

“You are going to show old Andrew your tits are you, you slutty little tease, seeing these beauties will kill the poor man.” Joked hubby.

Christ my pussy was dripping as I was groped in the street whilst I thought about old Andrew’s eyes upon my naked flesh. My nipples poked through the thin material.

“Not here you dirty bastard.” I breathlessly whispered. “Home.”

We fell in the door and sucked, fucked, slapped and crawled to bed where I was treated to the hardest cock I have ever experienced, it felt like an iron bar. Hubby kept talking about me posing and saying I better not change my mind, I said I would definitely be doing it and would make a good show for the old man and of course be the consummate model.

I awoke to hubby’s cock sliding into my cum filled pussy. He said he wanted me to call Andrew as he slowly fucked me from behind. Boy oh boy I thought if this is the result thinking of me posing, a good cocking from hubby in the morning and night, ... lots more when done then count me in. I dialed Andrew as I lay on my side as hubby easily slipped slowly in and out of my warm cum filled pussy.

“Hi Andrew it’s Jenni ... yes good you? ... great fun indeed ... no, no offence taken, hehe ... I was serious ... yes ... if you would like to ... wow, OK, yes ... when suits? ... yes two is good ... OK honey see you then ... what ... oh yes loose fitting ... byeee.” I hung up and dropped the phone on the pillow.

Hubby jetted his hot cum into me which sent me into a warm spasm followed by hot orgasm.

“Well what is happening.” Asked hubby with saucer like eyes.

“Today hun, I am going to Andrew’s today.” I replied.

Hubby started sucking my tits.

“I have to wear loose fitting clothes so as not to leave any marks on my tits he said ... so no biting.” I said.

I showered and selected to wear my Roman sandals with a short skirt, thong, a loose virtually transparent top and of course no bra. It was agreed that I should be given a lift as walking through the village in a near state of undress may lead to me being arrested or fucked. As I walked to the car my large braless tits jiggled in my top rubbing my nipples against the fabric which for the opportunist voyeur had the desired effect. It was a warm sunny day with a gentle breeze on my exposed legs and feet this all added to the relaxed dream like eroticism of what I was about to do ... show my tits off to an old man who is old enough to be my granddad ... and I couldn’t wait.

We pulled up at Andrew’s quaint cottage, hubby caressed my thighs and gave me a lingering kiss.

“Go and be naughty you sexy slut, call me when you want picking up.” Whispered hubby.

I swung my legs out of the car as a couple of workmen sped by in their van, I saw them looking and heard as they tooted the horn in appreciation, I quickly thought of a scenario where I was taken in the back of their van onto a building site and gangbanged by the workmen ... another day perhaps.

My nipples once again hardened as they brushed the fabric as I swayed up the gravel path to Andrew’s oak studded front door, my legs were like jelly, I turned around hubby was gone, no turning back now. I pulled the bell, clang, clang went the old bell, within seconds Andrew opened the door. His eyes visibly widened, his old eyes slowly worked up from my freshly painted toes, up my naked legs and thighs and stopped at my tits.

It seemed like minutes passed before he spoke. “Come in Jenni dear; come in.” As he pulled me close to him for a kiss on each cheek and a good chest on tits squeeze which again hardened my nipples.

“You look stunning, very, very nice indeed.” He beckoned me past him and patted my skirt clad arse.

“Into the lounge dear.” He said.

l walked into the book and painting filled room to find Ed already sitting there with a big smile and a big camera.

“Hello stunner you look great.” Said Ed as his eyes darted to my clearly visible tits.

Ed stood up and squeezed my buttocks in both hands as he kissed me on the cheek. He held this stance as both he and Andrew complemented me. I was encouraged to slowly turn around as they both sat down and mentally undressed me, having said that I couldn’t blame them as I was virtually naked and was eagerly displaying myself to the two pensioners.

“You are a rose between two thorns.” Quipped Andrew.

I sat in a chair opposite my two elderly friends and gulped down the wine I was offered. I was so turned on but still a little nervous so the wine was greatly received. My crossed legs were of great interest as there was a lot of thigh on display and I was teasing them by letting my sandals hang from my toes. I realised that I was sitting with the sun behind me, fair play to them as they had done this to get a better look at my tits in the thin fabric blouse and I was there to ‘play’ so fine by me.

“We never thought that you would come, I can’t believe it.” Said Andrew.

“Oh how could I refuse my favourite artist of all time.” I joked.

“Tease as much ad you like Jenni, the pleasure is entirely mine.” He replied.

“Me too Jenni, the lads at the camera club will be so jealous.” Said Ed as he flipped the lenses cap off and took a photograph of my boobs, zooming in without bothering to ask “great looking tits you’ve got there girl.”

On the phone Andrew had asked if Ed could join us to take pics for later reference when painting, I had held this back as a surprise for hubby. It was obvious that Ed was just coming along to look at me naked and I was more than happy to oblige.

“Well shall we?” Asked Andrew as he stood up.

I followed him out of his patio doors and across his lawn to his garden room come studio. Ed followed me and took some photographs from behind as I was being led to my naked destiny by old Andrew.

The studio was adorned with the usual artists paraphernalia. In front of the large windows that overlooked the lawn and back to the house was a plinth about 1 metre high about the size of a double bed. It had cushions and covers on it, obviously my ‘stage’.

Andrew poured us all some more wine.

“Jenni can you climb up and get comfortable please.” Instructed Andrew.

I kicked my sandals off and hopped onto the ‘display plinth’. I knelt back with my feet tucked under my buttocks, this enhanced the firmness of my thighs to the elderly men as my skirt was pulled up which also meant that I was now showing my thong to them. I saw both sets of geriatric eyes dart to my thin fabric clad pussy. I stretched my back up which also emphasised my tits so I gave them a little jiggle, I could hear Ed’s camera rhythmically clicking as he walked around me. My nipples were clearly on display through the thin fabric, OMG I thought I am soooo turned on.

“Very nice pose Jenni, you are a natural.” Said Andrew as he started scratching his pencil on his pad.

To which Ed jokingly replied “Can we also be assured that those are natural too?” As he pointed at my straining tits.

I felt is if I was having an out of body experience as I undid the few buttons that were still fasten over my heaving tits.

“Slowly girly.” Said Ed as he snapped away with his camera. “Oh Christ.”I heard him say as my firm tits slowly became clearly visible to my two pensioners.

“Good God Jenni those are wonderful melons you have, lovely and firm I think, yes oh very, very nice.” Said Andrew.

I was on a total high and loving it, as were the two creative naughty old men, they both clearly had erections in their trousers.

“Shall I take my top fully off now guys?” I asked.

“Slip it off and show us those lovely big tits girl.” Said Ed.

I let the blouse fall down my arms and off and listened to the comments from old Andrew and Ed.