My coworker, many years older than I, told me I was the perfect specimen as a model for his wife. I was just what she considered the ideal woman. I was 22.

She did photography, idealistic demure nudes. She quickly made me comfortable, nothing erotic or pornographic, mostly black and white. Her photography is beautiful.

Her husband on the other hand is a perverted man, sex is vicious, hard, painful, she watches, and photographs me immediately after his time with me, after my orgasm, still flushed and breathless. She coaches me to lie or sit or stand, as demure as I can, and draws out of me a desire to be pure. Sometimes I tremble during the photography shoot.

I feel he has perverted me, but it is such a rush, the sex and then posing for her.