Following My Desires: Badass Hotwives

She doesn’t want to hurt Ward. She doesn’t want to lose him.

But she is unable to resist the temptations of different lovers, different situations. She seldom even tries to resist.

No, she follows them to wherever they lead.

She has to. Monica can’t help being a badass hotwife.

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On the way back to our building, Coleen took my arm.

“I don’t feel like getting straight back to work,” she said. “What say we drop in on Arnold so you can meet him properly? He is quite a character.”

I couldn’t think of a reason not to.

Arnold was happy to invite us in and poured us each a tall whisky.

Coleen laughed. “Now I’ll never get back to work.”

“You didn’t want to,” Arnold said.

The walls of his apartment were decorated with black and white photos in lovely frames. “Your work?” I asked.

He nodded.

When I took a look, I saw they were all nudes. Mostly women but some couples.

“A lot of it is commissioned work,” he said.

“Commissioned?” I asked.

“A lot of people want a sexy photograph for their bedroom.”

“Or, for someone else’s bedroom,” Coleen said.

I stopped to look at one and saw it was Coleen. She looked spectacular, lying naked on her back on a bed. Her lithe legs were apart, with one knee raised. One arm was outstretched, pointing to a window where a lacey curtain blew inward to touch her hand.

“Isn’t she just delicious?” Arnold asked me. He was expecting an answer.

“Yes,” I said, but my voice was hoarse.

The sensuousness of the work, and in this case, standing next to the woman in the picture, hearing her breathing, had me in a strange place.

I sipped my whisky.

“Would you consider letting me photograph you?” he asked. “You would be a brilliant model.”

“Like that? Naked?”

He nodded. “The human form is too beautiful to photograph any other way.”

“He makes it fun,” Coleen said. “Kind of a party. We drink some more of his good whisky, and you strike some poses while Arnold does his magic. You could give Ward a special present.”

“I’d let you pick your favorite,” Arnold said.

Coleen refilled our glasses while I thought about it, and they showed me more sensual photos.

I don’t remember ever saying yes, but at some point I must have, because Coleen was helping me undress, chuckling to find I wasn’t wearing panties.

Arnold had the largest bedroom set up as a studio. It had nothing in it but a bed, an old-fashioned one made of brass. He had me sit on the bed and he stood with his camera on a tripod figuring out angles and lighting.

I tried posing, moving into positions he suggested, but I was trembling, nervous, and confused.

“It’s all for fun,” Coleen said. “Here, I’ll show you.”

She slipped off her dress and I sat up and got a glimpse of her naked body. Then she sat down beside me. Before I knew what was happening, she took me in her arms and kissed me on the mouth.

I’d never kissed a woman before… not a kiss like that, a sexy kiss. It was warm and delicious. She pushed me back and I saw Arnold doing things with his camera, and then Coleen’s hand was stroking my bare thigh, running upward and my body was going crazy…