Chapter 1

I was recently asked to recount some more experiences from when I was first married and I was ‘slutting’ about.

The following happened after a photo shoot with myself, my then husband Mike and our new baby son Ryan.

Following the birth of my son my father had bought us a package of family photographs with a local photographer. You probably all know the sort I am talking about: the baby posing in a plant pot, the family sitting together on a sofa, the baby lying on a rug etc. The photos were amazing and the person who took them was an acquaintance of my father who unbeknown to me knew my ex-land lord Jim.

Yes, that landlord!

The photo shoot with Mike and Ryan was obviously a perfectly normal affair and I went to pick the photographs up which had been framed and put into picture frames two weeks after the shoot.

On getting to the studio there was an older guy there who I did not recognise but he was very friendly and charming.

He introduced himself as James, a friend of the guy who owned the photo studio.

He was extremely complimentary on the pictures of me and my son but was also quite flirty with me as well. As usual I played along egging him on, thanking him for the compliments on my figure, and telling him he was a bit of a fruity one. Our chat and banter continued, each minute getting more risque with him telling me he would love to have photographed me properly in his previous job.

I asked what this had been and he told me he was a professional photographer (now retired) who had done a lot of work for as he put it, men’s magazines. He asked me if he had ever heard of the publications Knave, Fiesta and Mayfair.

I of course replied I had and that I had seen them as I wasn’t a complete prude.

He laughed telling me that he never thought I was a prude and that he had assumed that I had seen this type of magazine. He asked me if I wanted to see some of his work to which I readily agreed and from a bag he produced a copy of Fiesta and showed me the photographs of the stunning model that he had taken.

“She was very beautiful.” I said,” You must have enjoyed taking those photographs.” The model was posing in white stockings, suspenders and matching bra which obviously eventually all came off exposing her beautiful body, firm breasts and wet slit.

He took another magazine out, again similar, with a buxom brunette in black lingerie telling me he could remember that day vividly as she was a very obliging model. Winking as he said so obviously indicating the things had gone further than posing at the shoot.

He also told me that he had done some work abroad on more ‘continental magazines’ as he put it. I was now beginning to get wet down below and started teasing him saying, “I would love to see some of those!I bet you they won’t stop at just nakedness!”

We were now flirting quite heavily and it was obvious he fancied me.

It was at this point he said he would love to show me some of those magazines but he didn’t have any on him at this moment in time He then bluntly asked me whether I would consider posing for him and his small group of friends that met regularly as an amateur photography group.

The guy who ran the store told me that he was not involved as due to him having a business with a lot of family customers he didn’t get involved in any of the “naughty stuff that this rascal does!” laughing.

I joked, smiling back,” I do love a little bit of naughtiness,” I said, licking my lips.

“We would definitely make it worth your while love!”James told me. “ We may not be able to pay you directly but a few of the guys have their own businesses.”

I smiled at this saying well we have just moved into our first home so it would be useful for us if any of them had a furniture store or maybe some gardening equipment.

“Perfect!” He said, “one of the guys has a family run furniture business, so I’m sure we could sort something out. I don’t know, maybe a table and chairs or something to help out if you would consider posing for us?”

I readily agreed, assuring him that I wouldn’t be telling my husband that I was coming.

This seemed to thrill him even more, “Oh a little bit of a naughty girls are we!” he asked.

I smiled back, licking my lips again, “You may see how naughty soon enough won’t you!” blowing him a kiss.

He asked if I had any sexy outfits that I could potentially bring along to model in and I replied, “Oh yes of course I do! How would a naughty secretary and a sexy French maid costume suit?”