Within four years, we decided to get married. For both of us, it was our second marriages and we intended to put our initial disastrous marriages trul... behind us. We were both in our mid-forties, had good jobs and were reasonably fit. Our kids from our previous marriages had all grown up and left home, so here we were, young enough to be enjoying our new life together.A casual comment, whilst on our honeymoon, about whether I’d enjoy seeing my wife, Linda, with her ex-boyfriend Christian, had. She was pretty, though not beautiful. A roundish face with full red lips, greeneyes and a small nose, was framed with shoulder length hair styled in the latestfashion. She still wore the dark green pleated skirt and the cream blouse shehad worn to go to work the previous day, though they were a little disheveledand creased after her night in the cells. Her body was spectacular. The menin the seats (and possibly some of the women too) gazed eagerly at her opulentbreasts moving almost. When the religious right came back to power one of the first laws, they passed was a law that criminalized all forms of the broadcast, filming, or display of female nudity. They had also started a severe crackdown on any kind of sex work. Topless clubs were shut down across the state. Adult stores were raided and shutdown, and there was a huge crackdown on female escorts. They had even had nude paintings and sculptures of women pulled from museums. Ava knew all this, and she knew the risks of. What kind of exhibition I did not know, but he intrigued me, he said it would be interesting to me.Time passed, and today is the discovery. In the morning I woke up around 10 in the morning. She threw a silk robe over her naked body, sauntered into the kitchen to make coffee. Coffee languishes on the stove, since today the day off in the cafe splashed liquor, and not a lot of spices. Having poured coffee into a cup, I went out onto the balcony, drinking coffee a little bit in small sips..