She would always come straight from her room to the lounge chair outside, all the while being completely naked. It made sense because the formality of...putting something on just to take it off outside seemed unnecessary. Whenever I would see her come from her room to walk down the stairs to sunbathe it killed me a little inside each time but it was always the best part of my day to see those sexy tits bounce their way down and take that turn to go outside.She knew I could see her, even if it was. He coated another finger, lubing her ass and his cock again, and then began to apply pressure on her hole with his cock. He met a strong resistance, but the head finally broke through and he slid in a bit further than he had intended, stopping as she gasped, and giving her a moment to adjust to the intrusion.Using his hand, he coated his cock with the abundant juices from her sopping wet pussy, and then continued his slow penetration, holding her hips as she adjusted her position. They had. Thaddeus called his masterpiece Novus Mulier. I preferred a differenttitle, the one that, I'd decided, would appear with the enlarged versionof Thaddeus' portrait on the billboard I'd hired for a year. Aftertwelve months of Amanda displayed, larger than life, by the side ofInterstate 95, for millions to see, I figured my revenge upon the bitchwould be nearly as complete as that of the duke who'd displayed theportrait of his last duchess upon his castle's wall. (A "close reading"of the poem's. I did; there was. He said that was to prove he was serious about wanting me to prove the photos were of me. My husband knew about the chats and teasing and enjoyed teasing me about providing proof. That teasing was fun and became part of our own foreplay. And teasing can be a double-edged sword. Would he, I asked, help me prove it was me in the photos? Would he dare?Would I?I was discovering he and I had complementary kinks! The idea of being shown off was a turn on for me, and of showing me.