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“Let’s get a painting like Peter and Jenny have?”
“What?” Mega asked. “You want me to do a painting like that? With everything showing?”
“No, not like that,” Brian said. “Of both of us, and yes, with everything showing.”
“And what would we do with it? It’s not exactly an over-the-fireplace in the lounge, is it?”
“I wasn’t thinking about it in the lounge. In here on this wall behind us,” Brian said, pointing to the bland wall above the headboard.
“Who have you got in mind to do this painting?” Mega asked.
“Simon’s ex. She did the ones for Shanti and Jenny.”
“Thought it might be her.”
“Why? Is that a problem?” Brian asked.
“Other than she was a complete bitch to Simon. No problem at all.”
“Can we at least talk with her, perhaps see some of her work?”
“We can do that, but no promises, OK?” Mega said.
“What?” Mega asked. “You want me to do a painting like that? With everything showing?”
“No, not like that,” Brian said. “Of both of us, and yes, with everything showing.”
“And what would we do with it? It’s not exactly an over-the-fireplace in the lounge, is it?”
“I wasn’t thinking about it in the lounge. In here on this wall behind us,” Brian said, pointing to the bland wall above the headboard.
“Who have you got in mind to do this painting?” Mega asked.
“Simon’s ex. She did the ones for Shanti and Jenny.”
“Thought it might be her.”
“Why? Is that a problem?” Brian asked.
“Other than she was a complete bitch to Simon. No problem at all.”
“Can we at least talk with her, perhaps see some of her work?”
“We can do that, but no promises, OK?” Mega said.
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Monday morning, things were slow for Brittany. Not any commissions for nearly a month so far. There were a few possibilities in the pipeline, and at least one was likely to be confirmed as a commission.
The last four months had been busy. When the naturist club had contacted her, wanting a series of paintings for their club rooms, suddenly she had as much work as she could handle. There had been fifteen paintings, mostly of couples, the females topless. Couples, two people in each painting, sitting partly facing each other. 30 people, each costing $500 plus glass and framing; that was over $20,000.
It had led to a steady stream of extra commissions from the club members over the next two months. Plus, another large one of a woman who wanted her husband and his brother to join her in a painting. After playing around with the idea for a while, she ended up being spit-roasted in the painting. That was a big one too.
Brittany smiled at that because after the posing session she'd ended up being spit-roasted too. The second time they posed, it ended with Brittany getting DPed by the husband and his brother. The third time Brittany was claimed by the wife. Wow! That was some session, with the guys cumming over them a couple of times. Yes, they had been fun, and the painting turned out well too. One of her better ones, that's for sure.
Now they had all been done, and things had got quieter for a while. Not that she was worried. She knew things would pick up again soon. They always seemed to.
Suddenly, her phone rang.
The last four months had been busy. When the naturist club had contacted her, wanting a series of paintings for their club rooms, suddenly she had as much work as she could handle. There had been fifteen paintings, mostly of couples, the females topless. Couples, two people in each painting, sitting partly facing each other. 30 people, each costing $500 plus glass and framing; that was over $20,000.
It had led to a steady stream of extra commissions from the club members over the next two months. Plus, another large one of a woman who wanted her husband and his brother to join her in a painting. After playing around with the idea for a while, she ended up being spit-roasted in the painting. That was a big one too.
Brittany smiled at that because after the posing session she'd ended up being spit-roasted too. The second time they posed, it ended with Brittany getting DPed by the husband and his brother. The third time Brittany was claimed by the wife. Wow! That was some session, with the guys cumming over them a couple of times. Yes, they had been fun, and the painting turned out well too. One of her better ones, that's for sure.
Now they had all been done, and things had got quieter for a while. Not that she was worried. She knew things would pick up again soon. They always seemed to.
Suddenly, her phone rang.
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Suddenly, her phone rang. Brittany picked it up, not recognising the number.
“Brittany here,” she said.
“I am Brian; my wife Mega is with me. We’re friends of Simon’s.”
“Not heard of a Brian and Mega before. Are you members of the nudity, sex thing he’s got into?” Brittany asked.
“Yes, we are. Is that a problem?”
“No, not at all. I wish I had found it earlier. Things might have turned out differently.”
“We've not heard much about you either. Simon hasn’t told us more than that you couldn’t live together. He said you're into painting and might be interested in doing a painting of both of us.”
“Yeah, that about sums it up, but 'pain in the arse' might describe it better. Anyway, that’s water under the bridge now.”
“Yeah! 'Pain in the arse.' That was how Simon put it.”
'Funny how they had both said it the same way. Obviously they had agreed on a story between them to explain it that way,' Brian thought.
“What type of painting do you want? Nudity or sex?”
“I think just the nudity. Not sure how explicit yet.”
“We can talk about that as well as poses and stuff later when we're planning the picture,” Brittany said.
“So how do we go about this?” Mega asked.
“Hello, Mega. Since you both aren’t sure what you want, first step, let's meet at my studio. I have examples of my work and albums here. I can show you more about the process and what to expect. Then we can discuss your painting, what you want.”
“How much roughly would it cost?” Maga asked.
“It is hard to say without knowing more details of what you are wanting, but as a rough guide it is about $500 per person. So, the two of you... it would be about $1,000.”
“Yes, we’d like to meet you,” Brian said.
“When would you like to meet? I’m free most of this week. Perhaps Thursday might work best for me.”
“Friday would work better for us. After we’ve been to the flower markets. Say around 10, Friday morning?”
“Yeah, that's fine with me, too. Do you know where my studio is?”
“I heard it was in Simon’s building. Is that right?” Brian asked.
“Yes, on the top floor. Drive into the underground car park. Look for a car park with my name on it, near the roller door. Take the lift to the top floor. My door is the one on the left. You’ll see the sign, ‘Harbour View Studios.’”
They ended after that. Arranging to meet later that week.
“Brittany here,” she said.
“I am Brian; my wife Mega is with me. We’re friends of Simon’s.”
“Not heard of a Brian and Mega before. Are you members of the nudity, sex thing he’s got into?” Brittany asked.
“Yes, we are. Is that a problem?”
“No, not at all. I wish I had found it earlier. Things might have turned out differently.”
“We've not heard much about you either. Simon hasn’t told us more than that you couldn’t live together. He said you're into painting and might be interested in doing a painting of both of us.”
“Yeah, that about sums it up, but 'pain in the arse' might describe it better. Anyway, that’s water under the bridge now.”
“Yeah! 'Pain in the arse.' That was how Simon put it.”
'Funny how they had both said it the same way. Obviously they had agreed on a story between them to explain it that way,' Brian thought.
“What type of painting do you want? Nudity or sex?”
“I think just the nudity. Not sure how explicit yet.”
“We can talk about that as well as poses and stuff later when we're planning the picture,” Brittany said.
“So how do we go about this?” Mega asked.
“Hello, Mega. Since you both aren’t sure what you want, first step, let's meet at my studio. I have examples of my work and albums here. I can show you more about the process and what to expect. Then we can discuss your painting, what you want.”
“How much roughly would it cost?” Maga asked.
“It is hard to say without knowing more details of what you are wanting, but as a rough guide it is about $500 per person. So, the two of you... it would be about $1,000.”
“Yes, we’d like to meet you,” Brian said.
“When would you like to meet? I’m free most of this week. Perhaps Thursday might work best for me.”
“Friday would work better for us. After we’ve been to the flower markets. Say around 10, Friday morning?”
“Yeah, that's fine with me, too. Do you know where my studio is?”
“I heard it was in Simon’s building. Is that right?” Brian asked.
“Yes, on the top floor. Drive into the underground car park. Look for a car park with my name on it, near the roller door. Take the lift to the top floor. My door is the one on the left. You’ll see the sign, ‘Harbour View Studios.’”
They ended after that. Arranging to meet later that week.
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Since there wasn’t much going on that morning, Brittany went outside to sit in the sun. It was a private deck space on the roof of the building where no one could see her unless they had binoculars or a telescope. She could sunbathe there with less than her bikini when it was warm like that morning. Work on her full, all-over tan.
Unwrapping her sarong, she sat down on a recliner. Reaching behind her back, she undid the bikini top she was wearing and dropped it on the deck beside her sarong. Then, with her breasts bare, she lay back on the recliner, sipping her drink. Placing her drink on the side table, she lay further back with her eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the morning sun on her near-naked body.
That phone call had brought back memories she would have rather not remembered. It had been a mess with Simon, a mistake she shouldn’t have made. When things went wrong, Simon threw her out; her lesbian girlfriend, Rochelle, had left her, suddenly developing an interest in cock. What a fool she had been? What a mess?
There was no going back with Simon. Her secretary, Deanna, made sure of that. That woman! She was pregnant before Simon and her were finished. She soon got her claws into him. That left Brittany on her own. Nowhere to go. No one to be with.
Simon had given her an apartment to live in and some shares in the company as an income. She was still there, now paying enough rent to cover her apartment’s costs. Her shares had grown in value, and now she was a wealthy woman with a steady income. Enough so she didn’t need to work.
But she knew she had lost the most important thing in her life. Simon; she had thrown him away. What a fool she was. In all those years she had silently watched him. He and Deanna were happy. They had two lovely daughters who had grown to become two lovely young ladies. Simon still looked good too. Perhaps a bit of middle-aged weight, but still looked as handsome as ever.
Brittany never found a replacement for him. Sure, she had her arty friends, her sex and/or orgy friends, but she knew they were fair-weather friends, none who could be special. Simon had been the one she wanted, the one she should have kept.
She sat up, slipping the tiny bikini bottom from under her bum and then down her legs and right off. Then she lay back with her eyes closed as one hand drifted to her breast while the other hand went for her pussy while her mind was on Simon.
Unwrapping her sarong, she sat down on a recliner. Reaching behind her back, she undid the bikini top she was wearing and dropped it on the deck beside her sarong. Then, with her breasts bare, she lay back on the recliner, sipping her drink. Placing her drink on the side table, she lay further back with her eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the morning sun on her near-naked body.
That phone call had brought back memories she would have rather not remembered. It had been a mess with Simon, a mistake she shouldn’t have made. When things went wrong, Simon threw her out; her lesbian girlfriend, Rochelle, had left her, suddenly developing an interest in cock. What a fool she had been? What a mess?
There was no going back with Simon. Her secretary, Deanna, made sure of that. That woman! She was pregnant before Simon and her were finished. She soon got her claws into him. That left Brittany on her own. Nowhere to go. No one to be with.
Simon had given her an apartment to live in and some shares in the company as an income. She was still there, now paying enough rent to cover her apartment’s costs. Her shares had grown in value, and now she was a wealthy woman with a steady income. Enough so she didn’t need to work.
But she knew she had lost the most important thing in her life. Simon; she had thrown him away. What a fool she was. In all those years she had silently watched him. He and Deanna were happy. They had two lovely daughters who had grown to become two lovely young ladies. Simon still looked good too. Perhaps a bit of middle-aged weight, but still looked as handsome as ever.
Brittany never found a replacement for him. Sure, she had her arty friends, her sex and/or orgy friends, but she knew they were fair-weather friends, none who could be special. Simon had been the one she wanted, the one she should have kept.
She sat up, slipping the tiny bikini bottom from under her bum and then down her legs and right off. Then she lay back with her eyes closed as one hand drifted to her breast while the other hand went for her pussy while her mind was on Simon.
He stepped out onto the deck and found her lying there, naked. Her eyes closed as she lay in the morning sun. She felt there was someone there and she opened her eyes to see him standing there. Even with the sun behind him, shining in her eyes, she knew it was him.
He didn’t say anything, his hands going to the buttons of his shirt. Throwing his shirt off, his hands went for his shorts, pushing them down until they dropped at his feet. There it was, the object of her desire. Rigid, out in front of him. A beautiful cock, if cocks could be called beautiful, that stood out proudly from his body. She licked her lips at the sight of it.
Finally, after all those years, he had come to her, wanted her!
As he stepped closer, she reached for him, pulling his cock to her face, her lips opening to take him inside. He felt so hard, so hot as her tongue licked over his cock head. She took him in deeper, much deeper than she had before, a new skill he didn't know about. She could deep-throat him now, thanks to her wild orgy friends.
As he thrust at her mouth, she was sucking him, pumping his shaft with her hand while she did. She continued, working with her tongue and mouth, sucking and licking him as she built him to orgasm. She felt how his cock jerked in her hand, enjoyed the salty taste as his cum shot into her mouth. She gulped to swallow as more kept bursting from his cock.
He didn’t say anything, his hands going to the buttons of his shirt. Throwing his shirt off, his hands went for his shorts, pushing them down until they dropped at his feet. There it was, the object of her desire. Rigid, out in front of him. A beautiful cock, if cocks could be called beautiful, that stood out proudly from his body. She licked her lips at the sight of it.
Finally, after all those years, he had come to her, wanted her!
As he stepped closer, she reached for him, pulling his cock to her face, her lips opening to take him inside. He felt so hard, so hot as her tongue licked over his cock head. She took him in deeper, much deeper than she had before, a new skill he didn't know about. She could deep-throat him now, thanks to her wild orgy friends.
As he thrust at her mouth, she was sucking him, pumping his shaft with her hand while she did. She continued, working with her tongue and mouth, sucking and licking him as she built him to orgasm. She felt how his cock jerked in her hand, enjoyed the salty taste as his cum shot into her mouth. She gulped to swallow as more kept bursting from his cock.
He knelt beside her, taking the sun lotion. Opening it to pour some on her naked body. Soon his firm hands followed where the lotion had landed, rubbing the smooth, silky liquid onto her skin. His hands worked over the front of her body, up onto her breast, pulling at her nipples until he found them.
Oh! That felt so good!
He continued. His hands moved south, down onto her thighs until he began moving closer between her open legs, closer and closer as he approached her pussy.
This felt good, the anticipation of what was to come.
His fingers found her freshly shaven flesh, exploring until he found her open lips. Yes, open. She was ready for him, wanted him. After all these years, his fingers remembered the little touches that excited her, the places where it was best for her.
Two fingers inside her. She could have taken more now. She knew how to do it. But the way he thrust into her, finger-fucked her. It was good, almost too good. Her orgasm burst over her.
That was so good! He knew what she liked. He remembered how to please her.
Oh! That felt so good!
He continued. His hands moved south, down onto her thighs until he began moving closer between her open legs, closer and closer as he approached her pussy.
This felt good, the anticipation of what was to come.
His fingers found her freshly shaven flesh, exploring until he found her open lips. Yes, open. She was ready for him, wanted him. After all these years, his fingers remembered the little touches that excited her, the places where it was best for her.
Two fingers inside her. She could have taken more now. She knew how to do it. But the way he thrust into her, finger-fucked her. It was good, almost too good. Her orgasm burst over her.
That was so good! He knew what she liked. He remembered how to please her.
Simon moved, lowering the recliner until it was flat. Then he climbed over her, kneeling with a leg on each side of her thighs. She reached for him, taking his cock and guiding it to her wet pussy. The mixture of lotion and her cum juice made it easy for him to enter her. Her pussy lips opened to greedily take him, and with his first few thrusts he found the depths of her body.
It was not the wide, out-of-control lust of her current love partners. This man was how she remembered him. Slow, deliberate, using the strength of his body with long, powerful strokes. It wasn't the sex of passion; it was the sex of love.
He was exactly the way she remembered him. That kind, considerate lover. Always putting her needs first, always allowing her orgasm/s before having his own.
The sex continued. Her mind focused on how his cock was moving in and out from between her wet, excited pussy lips. She could feel the effect it was having on her. She could feel her body responding, her first orgasm approaching. It was going to be big, going to be a good one. She just knew it would be with him.
She cried out, her back arching, her lower body lifting off the recliner as her orgasm hit her. It swept all thoughts away in a powerful burst of pleasure.
It was not the wide, out-of-control lust of her current love partners. This man was how she remembered him. Slow, deliberate, using the strength of his body with long, powerful strokes. It wasn't the sex of passion; it was the sex of love.
He was exactly the way she remembered him. That kind, considerate lover. Always putting her needs first, always allowing her orgasm/s before having his own.
The sex continued. Her mind focused on how his cock was moving in and out from between her wet, excited pussy lips. She could feel the effect it was having on her. She could feel her body responding, her first orgasm approaching. It was going to be big, going to be a good one. She just knew it would be with him.
She cried out, her back arching, her lower body lifting off the recliner as her orgasm hit her. It swept all thoughts away in a powerful burst of pleasure.
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She came out of her orgasm to find he wasn’t still inside her. She opened her eyes and realised he wasn't there; in fact, he hadn’t been there; it was all in her mind. It was always like that. The moment of excitement, the climax of orgasm to be followed by the disappointment, the regret afterwards. The realisation that Simon was never coming back; no matter how much she wanted it.
She had to stop doing this. It almost ripped her heart out each time. But she couldn’t help it. Those thoughts were always there, always ready to catch her when her guard was down.
This pleasant morning had become another morning of disappointment. She didn’t want to stay out there in the sun. She couldn’t now. With tears in her eyes, she gathered up her discarded clothing and turned to go back inside.
She had to stop doing this. It almost ripped her heart out each time. But she couldn’t help it. Those thoughts were always there, always ready to catch her when her guard was down.
This pleasant morning had become another morning of disappointment. She didn’t want to stay out there in the sun. She couldn’t now. With tears in her eyes, she gathered up her discarded clothing and turned to go back inside.
Brian and Mega did visit Brittany, and they did get a painting done. Yes, they were nude, Mega resting back against him, one of his hands reaching around to cup her breast as the other rested on her thigh, near her pussy. Meanwhile, she was holding his erect cock as if they were ready to turn to each other.
It was a powerful picture, a sexual picture, but one that caught their love.
No, they didn’t have sex with Brittany. Brittany made it clear she was open to the idea; she would have welcomed Brian's larger, black, Indian cock, it was a good one. And she wouldn't have said 'no' to an Indian woman either. But Brian and Mega knew the rules of the Letters Group. They were also very wary of someone happy to have sex with people she hardly knew. Who else had she been with?
When their eldest daughter, Jaynitha, saw the painting, she had a lot to say: “Naughty Mummy and naughty Daddy, showing all your dirty parts to the world.”
“You watch your mouth, young lady,” Brian warned her.
She looked at him and smiled, almost as if she was expecting it from him.
But she had to admit it was a good painting.
She even thought of trying that herself. Then she smiled. That would go down like a lead balloon if she came up with that idea. She already had much more freedom for her sex life than she could even imagine before those overseas visitors arrived. Best bet, quit while she was ahead. Things could get much worse than they were now.
It was a powerful picture, a sexual picture, but one that caught their love.
No, they didn’t have sex with Brittany. Brittany made it clear she was open to the idea; she would have welcomed Brian's larger, black, Indian cock, it was a good one. And she wouldn't have said 'no' to an Indian woman either. But Brian and Mega knew the rules of the Letters Group. They were also very wary of someone happy to have sex with people she hardly knew. Who else had she been with?
When their eldest daughter, Jaynitha, saw the painting, she had a lot to say: “Naughty Mummy and naughty Daddy, showing all your dirty parts to the world.”
“You watch your mouth, young lady,” Brian warned her.
She looked at him and smiled, almost as if she was expecting it from him.
But she had to admit it was a good painting.
She even thought of trying that herself. Then she smiled. That would go down like a lead balloon if she came up with that idea. She already had much more freedom for her sex life than she could even imagine before those overseas visitors arrived. Best bet, quit while she was ahead. Things could get much worse than they were now.
Mega went to a women’s group that met regularly at a café in Riverhead. One of the members, a woman called Thelma, was an older widow who Brian had done some garden work for, soon after her husband had died. The garden was a mess, and Brian had suggested she get a gardener to keep the place tidy.
One day, the conversation among the ladies got a tiny bit raunchy, and the idea of fantasies came up. Thelma confessed that she would like to sit for a nude painting or photograph. Mega shared that she and Brian had recently had such a painting done. Mega even showed them a photo of the painting on their bedroom wall.
Yes, Mega was proud of the painting. Happy to show a photo to her friends while not considering the fact she was showing off her husband’s cock at the same time.
One of the women had zoomed in on the phone until his cock filled the whole of the phone's screen. “Wow! Look at this!” she said, handing the phone around.
Thelma was impressed with the painting. And yes, she noticed Brian’s cock in Mega’s hand, as well. She was impressed with that, too.
She laughed with the girls when someone said, “With a cock like that to play with, now we know why Mega is always smiling!”
That afternoon, Mega sent Thelma Brittany’s contact details.
One day, the conversation among the ladies got a tiny bit raunchy, and the idea of fantasies came up. Thelma confessed that she would like to sit for a nude painting or photograph. Mega shared that she and Brian had recently had such a painting done. Mega even showed them a photo of the painting on their bedroom wall.
Yes, Mega was proud of the painting. Happy to show a photo to her friends while not considering the fact she was showing off her husband’s cock at the same time.
One of the women had zoomed in on the phone until his cock filled the whole of the phone's screen. “Wow! Look at this!” she said, handing the phone around.
Thelma was impressed with the painting. And yes, she noticed Brian’s cock in Mega’s hand, as well. She was impressed with that, too.
She laughed with the girls when someone said, “With a cock like that to play with, now we know why Mega is always smiling!”
That afternoon, Mega sent Thelma Brittany’s contact details.
THE END!!
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In all our stories, anyone involved in sexual activities is over the age of 18. The legal age where we live in New Zealand is 16, but we are happy with the age 18 limit. Keep in mind that some characters have featured in earlier stories as children, but time has gone by, and now they are adults. There are over 25 years between Letter 1 and this story, so any babies in those earlier stories will now be adults.
This blog follows a group of people who belong to a sexual-swapping group based on our real sex-swapping nudist group. As we are in real life, the characters in these stories are mainly married, and some do have young children. While these children might be mentioned, in no case will they be involved in any sexual activities. This follows what we do when the writer's team meet for our real parties. Lots of fun, lots of sex, but no kids!
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It has been brought to our attention that some readers are misunderstanding our writing here. This whole blog is under a warning that sexual content appears here. We don't hide this and wish to abide by the Blogspot rules. If you have a problem with a page, please leave a comment at the bottom so we can review and fix your concern. Just reporting to Blogspot doesn't help us to know what exactly the problem is, and so we're unable to fix it.
In all our stories, anyone involved in sexual activities is over the age of 18. The legal age where we live in New Zealand is 16, but we are happy with the age 18 limit. Keep in mind that some characters have featured in earlier stories as children, but time has gone by, and now they are adults. There are over 25 years between Letter 1 and this story, so any babies in those earlier stories will now be adults.
This blog follows a group of people who belong to a sexual-swapping group based on our real sex-swapping nudist group. As we are in real life, the characters in these stories are mainly married, and some do have young children. While these children might be mentioned, in no case will they be involved in any sexual activities. This follows what we do when the writer's team meet for our real parties. Lots of fun, lots of sex, but no kids!
(This message will appear in all new stories.)
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