My husband, Cal, and I met a photographer, Will, while we were on vacation.
It happenes that he lives in our area.

Will is doing a project he calls 'Tailor Made'.
This project he shoots nudes of ordinary people.
Will expressed his desire for me to be a part of his show.
I politely turned him down.

My husband took his information, he was turned on by the idea of me posing nude.
I kept telling him that there is no way.

Cal didn't stop and kept on, until I finally agreed to think about it.
I called Will to talk about it, I told him I wanted Cal there for support.
Will did not agree, he said it makes it nearly impossible for him to get his subjects to act naturally and often spouses become jealous.

Again I spoke to Cal and told him I wasn't going to do it.
Cal tried his best to convince me, he said it would be fine and to do it.
I didn't like the idea and didn't really want a bunch of strangers looking at my naked pics anyway.
I explained to Cal that I had a bad feeling about the whole thing.
Cal persisted, he was hornier than ever just thinking about me posing.
Finally I agreed.

The day came. I went in to a changing room and got completely undressed except for a robe.
You apparently have to hang around naked for a while, so that your underwear lines go away before the shoot.
While we waited, Will and I talked, getting to know each other.
He was actually a very nice guy with a calming quality about him.
He gave me some wine to help calm my nerves.

Finally the moment came.
It was much easier to drop my robe, than I thought it would be.
For about six hours I posed, we changed props, took some wine breaks, changed lighting, etc.
The whole thing was a great big turn on. I was surprised.

Finally we came to the end of the shoot and Will asked if there was anything, that I wanted to do before we wrapped it up.

I told him I wanted to pose with him.
Will laughed and said, that's another set up entirely, because he will have to set up his camera on a tripod with a timer.
I told him, so do it.

He did and got undressed.
We did a few poses together, but it was only moments before we were kissing.
There was a bay window in his studio with a big cushion on the sill and we had sex right there.
He was slow and sensual. It was great.
Then all too soon it was over.

I was dreading going home. I felt guilty and wasn't sure how I was going to tell Cal.

When I got home, Cal wasn't home yet, which was bad, because it caused me more anxiety thinking about how I was going to confess.
When he did finally get home, he was excited and said get dressed we're going out to dinner.
I told him I wanted to talk, but he insisted we wait until we get to the restaurant.

Finally over dinner, Cal asked me how it was.
I didn't know how to say it it, so I just blurted out, I had sex with Will.
Cal looked shocked. I have to admit, I felt more relief than guilt at this point.
Cal asked me, You fucked him?
I said Yes. It seemed like Cal asked the same question three or fours times.
I finally told him, you pushed me to do this even though I didn't want to.
Then we were silent through the rest of the meal.

By the time we got home, Cal apologized for pushing me to do this.
He asked me if I felt Will had set this up.
I told Cal no, I was unexpectedly turned on by the whole scenario and things got out of hand.

We went and saw the exhibit.
Cal and Will spoke, to my surprise there didn't seem to be any akwardness.
I got quite a few compliments from people that recognized me from the pictures. That too was a turn on.

After that, Cal began to periodically ask about what specifically, Will and I did during sex.
I think Cal is starting to become very fond of the idea of me sleeping with other men.
I would like to try it again, but every time I try to bring it up, I end up chickening out.