She wasn't the cheekiest of the models, nor the tittiest, nor the model's body most exposed. She was neither exotic nor asian. But she was instead a sweet mother, a fertile wife and smiling among the young pretty chicks who surrounded her, girls so perfect and shiny that their bodies appeared to have been modeled in solid plastic, not living flesh.
Indeed, Nora did not smell to Chanel nº 5, but instead exuded authentic fertility. It's a subtle smell only the called may notice it. Men in the room noticed that: they surrounded my wife as sharks to a prey. Casual sex in exchange for a better position in the agenda is common in the photo sessions, Nora had told me. I feared she couldn't say no to a proposition.
The pretty models also realized about the excitement of men, the more experienced models at least. They realized she was the cause, an outsider in their territory, they realized that Nora didn't really belonged here. Because of that, they hated Nora. Since that day.
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Most of the model girls were blondes from New york and California. There were some black models, few asians (just the minimum to acomplish the unwritten rules of diversity in this place). Nora was the only petite latina.
All models have fucked someone to be here, for sure. "Sex is a part of this trade", Tracy told me about it in the break. She is an experienced model and knows very well about these matters. Tracy was not summoned to be here, her portfolio was rejected indeed. But an insider, Tracy's benefactor, told her to come here; in case a girl didn't come. So she was waiting for her opportunity. Someone else's loss is Tracy's gains.
She noticed Nora and wondered: Who she is fucking to? Tracy inquired to me as if she were a undercover police: "You should to know who is your wife fucking with, don't you think?"
"Well, we do it once a month...", I laughed, "she is not a cheater, she'd have told me". I told Tracy sounding a bit of naive, I know.
"Sure", she answered disappointed for not to getting the information about my wife's misterious benefactor.
Nora had told me a friend of her, an old pal from college times, called because an opportunity of modelling. And Nora asked me to come with her. Not all women have to suck cock to be here, I replied Tracy.
"Sure", Tracy commented, with disbelief.
"Your wife is lucky then".
But Tracy did not mention what kind of luck she was refering...the luck of suck a cock to be here or the luck of not having to suck it?
Nevertheless we are, as the majority of couples nowadays, a modern marriage. From time to time Nora and me practice swinging. She is a devote latina wife but we do swing with other mature couples just as a routinary mean to maintain marriage passion after some years of domestic life's dullness. We go to a group once a moth, we pay for drinks and admition fees, she fucks and that's it. I sit in the bar where there is a splendid view of the "red room" where so many strangers are fucking someone else's wives, while Nora sits onto Simon's cock while I cheers her up with a whisky on hand. All clean, all cozy.
Yes, it may sounds weird but after many times of typical, sane and anonymous sex in swinging party, now Nora fucks only with Simon the entire visit. When we met Simon, he was divorcing, but came with a girlfriend nevertheless. A splendid woman. After fucking her I learned she was an scort. I never saw that woman again at the club. Instead, Nora got used to Simon's cock.
Previously, Nora had told me she was not comfortable with having sex with strangers. Now, every month, she has an orgasm only in hands with Simon.
That's why I know Nora wouldnt hide the truth if she has sex with another man.
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