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So basically, this all started a couple weeks ago when Hubby sold a house to this couple. The wife runs her own art studio and asked him if he’d be interested in maybe doing some modelling for one of the girls’ night events that she holds at her studio every other week. I don’t doubt him for hesitating to give her an answer, but I knew it wasn’t because of a lack of confidence; he just wanted to get NV and I’s opinions on the matter first. She and I didn’t have a issue with it. Hell, I even said I’d go to the event undercover as one of the painters as well, even though I’m still a super novice at art, especially outside of pixel art. Still, I gotta be the best supportive wife I can be. Unfortunately, NV wouldn’t be able to make it to this one due to work commitments, so I was going in solo.

Anyway, he gave her the okay, and that’s when this woman gave him the rest of the details, mentioning that he’d have to be nude. Again, my husband has enough body confidence that I envy the fact he hardly flinched. Still, something about the wondered of him naked in front of a bunch of women opened my floodgates. The idea of being in a room of women all ogling my husband in all his glory and not knowing I’d be the one going home with him drove me crazy. Although I didn’t want to tell him that in case it affected how he acted at this event.

Skip ahead to last weekend. Saturday night was the night of the event, and we arrived pretty early. Hubby went in first to meet his former client and go through that “getting ready” process, while I sat in the car waiting for a few others to arrive before going in myself. I hate being the first person at an event and awkwardly waiting for others to arrive, so once a couple others arrived, I went in. Things kicked off pretty quick, and there must have been 15 of us in total. Some girls were there as a group, and some were by themselves, looking to make new friends or just loved art. From what I could tell by the lack of rings on their fingers, they were all seemingly single, ranging from the mid-’20s to early 40s. The perfect concoction for my naughty bits to begin tingling with excitement. Reluctantly, I did wear a lace thong under a summer dress, as well as my plug. Still, my pulsating clit was also begging for my fingers to have some fun. Yet, I somehow kept my composure while poorly fending off the sensation starving for pleasure.

After everyone had arrived and we were instructed to sit down at the easels, with a canvas already on them and a mixture of paints at our disposal, I knew that I was out of my element almost immediately. Except that wasn’t why I was here, and after talking with some of the other girls, I wasn’t the only rookie here, which made me feel better since us newbies all sat together. On either side of me were two of the late 20-year-olds I seemed to have befriended, Amanda & Kris. Two best friends wanting to try something new, and I was right there with them during this whole experience. Then came the big moment that I had been waiting for; in a red satin robe, my hubby made his way to the platform we were all sitting in front of and immediately faced me before undoing his robe and letting it fall to the ground.

Like every girl in that room at that moment, I was biting down on my lower lip, admiring the man before me. Amanda & Kris were doing the same, and I swear one of them said, “Holy shit,” while the other joking made the opinion, “I wouldn’t hesitate to call him daddy.” which I doubled down on that opinion by saying “You got that right.” It also didn’t help that my husband was rock hard during the reveal before sitting down on the stool and assumingly striking the pose the teacher told him to do.

Surprisingly, that was the real fruit of it all; the rest of the hour, everyone was relatively silent and painted away. Occasionally hubby and I would exchange glances, but he was also trying to stay as still as feasible. Meanwhile, I was enjoying watching all the other girls; most of them were still nibbling on their bottom lips whenever they looked at him. Some had precarious hand placements going on while they painted with the other, myself included, as I teased myself with the knuckle of my thumb while pretending to adjust the way I was sitting since I didn’t have the proper space to use the “heel” method. It was just an all-around fun night, tbh, and I made some new friends. Also, for those curious about my painting, it was better than a stick person, but it looked nothing like my husband and was mostly a silhouette, and found a new home in the garbage.

Once the hour was finished, and hubby had put the robe back on, he went back to wherever he got dressed originally, then texted me when he was in the car. In the meantime, I said my goodbyes to my new friends, who I’m sure I’ll get coffee with some other time, and maybe more, but we’ll see, and then I was on my way with my questionable painting in hand. However, it was also at this moment that I knew the lace thong I had on wasn’t doing a good job of keeping my thighs dry anymore, and I could literally feel my wetness racing toward my knees. Speed walking to the car, I wasted no time tossing my painting in the back seat before getting to the passenger door and swinging it open, before being greeted by my Hubby inside.

Before even exchanging any form of conversation, I had my thong around my ankles and my fingers dancing on my clit. At the same time, beside me, I heard Hubby subtley moan, “Good girl.” Which I took as my cue to bring him into the action. Leaning over the centre console, undoing his belt buckle, then unzipping his shorts. The whole time I could see the fabric was trying to hold him back, but once that zipper was unzipped, his little buddy sprung out, and I immediately put him in my mouth. As I started covering my husband’s cock in my saliva, he threw the car into drive, and we were off to wherever he wanted to take me. Bobbing up and down, I lost all sense of direction of where we could be while maintaining an aggressive amount of suction on him, so I wouldn’t pop off if we hit any bump. Then when we did, it only added to the pleasure. Between his moans and my fingers still teasing my lower lips while mooning everyone who may have seen the reflection of my plug through the tinted windows. I was loving the rush of every second, and then we inevitably stopped at one of the lookout spots around the city.

Breaking the suction seal that I had on him, he quickly got out of the Jeep, ditching his pants prior to getting out, then walked around to the passenger side where he opened my door, picked me up, the carry fucked me above the back wheel well, which with a jeep has the flared out wheel well, allowing me a partial place to sit, and allowing me to get my legs over his shoulders while he didn’t hold back. I swear my eyes rolled into the back of my head as I reached my orgasm. My love juices were dripping down the car, and the second he said, “Cum for me,” I burst. Ejecting his cock out of me with the force of my squirt and soaking his chest and everything in a nearby radius from the splashing, including myself. It was hot AF, but he was yet to finish as I slipped off the wheel well, squatted down and sucked his soaking wet cock off before he tilted his head back and, without warning, painted my face with my reward, even getting some in my hair. Still, I loved it since it meant we’d be having round 2 in the shower when we got home! Literally left it on the whole car ride home. However, unfortunately, in the heat of the moment, when Hubby pulled me out of the car initially, I didn’t notice my thong slipped off my ankle, and we left it behind at the lookout so that kinda sucked. Honestly, though, I think I’ll host my own little at-home painting session next time, invite a few of the girls from the club over, and maybe my new friends to test their limits since they did seem pretty infatuated with my Hubby. I just gotta get NV’s approval first. However, the one thing I did learn is I still cannot paint for shit.

NSFW: yes

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