My Hidden Life Exposed

Alone With My Thoughts

The next few days Daddy was quite busy with work and a new project he needed to dedicate time to. I was left alone most nights. I accomplished quite a bit around the house, it's never looked cleaner. I even tried to tempt and tease Daddy by cleaning his office in the shortest skirt I have and crop top, but he was too involved in his work to notice.

I had time to reflect on the conversation I had with Mrs Watson, Amy and the wild night that Daddy and I had after I told him of my afternoon. During the last few days I've had a few more brief conversations with Amy and discovered other secrets of her and their past.

I thought about what Amy said about spending many afternoons and some full days posing nude for art students, or artists. I wondered if I could stand alone in the center of a room on a small dais while men and women surrounded me with large pads of paper and charcoal or other drawing instruments in hand. I began to daydream what it would be like having eyes studying every curve, crease, imperfection of my naked body. Wondering if they would notice that one tit hangs slightly lower than my other, or how one nipple is slightly more rounded while the other nipple seems to have a small spike like a tree root coming off the bottom corner? Would they count the freckles that frame my eyes, or notice the beauty marks on my hips?

I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom, and saw the stretch marks on the sides of my stomach, while faint they are still there, echoes of my past childbearing years. Could I really do it? Could I stand there and let them study me like that, day after day, week after week? I shook my head trying to clear it, and find something else to occupy my time.

Sitting out on the back deck by the pool enjoying the late-afternoon sun I thought about the other type of posing that Jimmy and Amy pursued for a brief time. Amy told me about it earlier in the day. A erotic artist had contacted Amy after hearing of her modeling work for a community college a few towns over. He was looking for a woman and a man to be engaged in various sex positions while he drew and painted. He said that if he liked what he saw, than he would take photos so he could study the photos and use them for his more elaborate art pieces.

Amy told Jimmie and he was interested in it. Little did she know at the time that he was a closest exhibionist and that he desired for others to watch them have sex. This was before they found the sex parties that they would go to that she mentioned during lunch.

They drove out to meet the artist and see his art studio. It was an impressive space. Tucked into an old industrial area, on the second floor of an old warehouse he had a sort of loft studio with big glass windows. There wasn't another building around at this height, so nobody could see in and see what kind of work was being carried on inside. Even during the evening and night hours when many lights would be turned on and the glow from the studio would stand out in this rather bleak and dark area. Passersby on the street and sidewalk had no clue that bohemian type artist was furiously working a paintbrush across large ten foot by ten foot canvases capturing the twisted bodies of five very differently sized naked female bodies as nipples were pinched, or sucked, while others were relishing having their clits sucked or pussy lips nibbled by the others. Or that four different couples were engaged in various forms of penetration and other sex acts while the same artist worked pastels and charcoal over large sheets of paper conducting test drawings to prepare for the fifteen by ten foot painting he would later produce.

His work most likely would never make it into a museum somewhere but his pieces would be hung on the walls of large mansions of very rich people. People that I would never probably meet in day to day life, but people who could not only afford expensive cars and fine dining but also not be looked down on for having large paintings or sketches hanging in their homes of what sounds like wild orgies.