Jessica's Aha Moment Chapter 2
The narrative encompasses 16 bite-sized chapters (all penned) which will be liberated progressively as I tweak them.
Much like several of the submissions on this platform, this could have fallen under countless categories: Loving Wives, Fetish, Novels & Novellas; but I sensed it fit best within the Exhibitionist and Voyeur genres.
As usual, critical feedback is encouraged; however, refrain from giving away the story's plot after reading one chapter... You might be misled!
Keep in mind it's just a tale. Similar to various tales, a touch of fantasy has been integrated.
I hope you appreciate it!
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Jessica's Eureka Moment
~~~ Chapter 2 ~~~
"I'll do it." I spat out unexpectedly, without carefully considering my words.
Tom gazed at me, manifesting a state of astonishment, "What?"
"I said I'll do it. Richard thought I was the model anyhow." I muttered timidly.
"But you've never..." He was poised to continue.
"Considering if I'm worthy?" Swallowing, I could perceive my abdomen stiffen and I instantly started to regret the rash decision I had just made.
"Of course, you're superior, Jess. I informed you that yesterday evening." He exuded a grin of relief, "But are you actually certain?"
"This episode is all my mishap. I should have had a second model prepared."
"It's not your fault, not a tad."
"I should have contemplated it." I reacted weakly, "So it's now up to me to..."
"You're marvelous." Tom cut me off mid-sentence, moving towards our client to divulge the news, "Let me inform Richard what's unfolding while you head to get ready."
Watching my husband saunter towards the client, I silently hoped he could broach the subject in a compassionate manner. I, in turn, retreated to our photographer, wondering what his response would be.
"We require a model so I'm going to pose as one. But you'll have to assist me, Kelvin, since I won't have the faintest idea what I'm doing."
He stared at me quizzically for a brief instant, weighing up the possibility of me jesting, before bestowing a serene smile.
"Certainly, Jess, we'll make it triumph; don't worry."
Pushing the assistant away, I hesitantly entered the restroom, just hoping she'd adorn and prepare me satisfactorily for the shoot.
"We'll add false eyelashes, impending to lengthen and darken them. Subsequent to that, we'll utilize a deep grey eyeshadow and trenchant black eyeliner. Then, we'll layer up with a miniscule foundation before embellishing your complexion with rosy blusher. To finish, we'll spotlight your gazing eyes with a fierce ruby red lip gloss."
Following her explicit direction, I perched lifelessly on the soap-stained commode.
Madison emphasized, "Depart and slip into your initial costume. Hopefully that will ease your fears, having experienced your makeover."
My heart pulsated, partly in nervousness and partly in anticipation. Dreading what I was about to do yet unwittingly yearning for it.
'Am I capable of this?'
With Richard's partnership holding such paramount significance, any rejection would induce devastating consequences.
"Fine." I exhaled while rising.
While the black lace bra and modest knickers were relatively subtle when contrasted with few other undergarments, I would still be standing in front of the crowd, decked out in basic lingerie.
Accentuating my anxiety, I edged towards the door of the bathroom, my fingers feeling chilly to the touch.
'This is it, I can't budge back.'
A visceral feeling was mounting within me. A meandering sense of excitement which had started earlier.
'Was the thought of baring myself before others triggering my erotic fantasies?'
Even if I could recant now, it would be too late. Our profession's survival was contingent on Richard's approval.
Gripped by inescapable anxiety yet inching towards elation, I navigated towards the bathroom door.
"Bravo and good luck, my dear." Madison summed up eloquently, aware of my strained expression.
"I really couldn't do it," she grinned and opened the door for me.
Stepping out of the makeshift changing area, my heart beating rapidly inside me, I crossed the room and entered the main living area. We'd chosen this as our first backdrop.
In that moment, all I could think of was running back and shutting the door behind me. But then, I heard a voice.
"Wow, I think I guessed right when I came in."
Richard was the first to speak, his eyes traveling over my exposed body from my stilettos to my black stockings and finally to my eyes.
Next to him, my husband didn't say anything, just staring at me, completely speechless.
I could feel the confidence growing inside me as I heard their reactions.
"You look absolutely perfect, Jess." Kelvin whispered as he guided me into position.
True to his word, he made things as simple as possible for me. But even while I was posing at the end of the sofa, I was a ball of nerves.
"Turn toward me a little."
"Now pout."
"Head back."
"Sit yourself on the arm."
"Cross your legs."
Following Kelvin's rapid instructions, I forgot for a moment that my husband and client were witnessing as I bent to his will.
"Ok, let's change the outfit."
Surprised, I found myself caught off guard when, a few minutes later, he called for me to change back into different underwear.
Hesitantly, I returned to the bathroom, where he'd set up a changing area. I was shocked to realize that my heart rate had decreased significantly, and there was even a drip at the top of my thighs when I stepped back out.
Dressed in a stunning emerald green lingerie set with black stockings, I proudly presented it to my husband and Richard.
Their expressions of desire were clear as day, and I knew my husband was enjoying himself, but it was Richard's smoldering gaze that made my heart race.
Confidence swelling with each passing minute, I began to play to my eager audience, occasionally glancing at them from beneath lowered lashes. This time, Kelvin had me posing in front of the large table - leaning against it, lying across it, and sitting in one of the chairs.
The moments slipped away as I put all my focus into the task at hand. It felt strange and more difficult than I expected, but my self-assurance grew.
By midday, Kelvin suggested we take a short break, but it was hard to skip changing since everyone had been watching me all morning. So, I remained in my skimpy underwear - a simple white bra and panties with red flowers on them.
I badly wanted to talk to my husband, but Richard insisted on talking to me before we continued.
"Well, I have to say, Mrs. Prescott, I am very impressed so far. You are clearly very dedicated to your company and winning this contract."
"Thank you." I blushed.
"Perhaps I should insist that you model for the entire contract term."
I shook my head, my voice firm. "I wouldn't. We'll get a professional model in for that."
"That's a shame. I was looking forward to seeing a lot more of you." His leering gaze made me shiver.
It was an unfortunate double entendre, and the thought made my pussy humid with excitement.
"What was this arousing me?"
"Am I some sort of hidden exhibitionist?"
Confusion filled my head as I tried to understand, and in the meantime, I was rescued by Kelvin's announcement that it was time to continue.
"I can't wear this!" I protested when I saw what I had to wear next.
The outfit was a sexy lilac-colored bra and thong, so lacy they were almost sheer. "It's on the list." Madison informed me as we stood in the bathroom.
"I know what's on the list, but this... this doesn't cover anything!"
"It's your call, Jess. You're the boss and the model."
“I know what's on the list [...] but this...this doesn't cover anything [...] It’s your call, Jess. You're the boss and the model."
Tiringly, I took off the white lingerie I had been donning, noticing the moist spot at the crotch of the panties, and hesitantly donned the scanty attire in its place.
My apprehensions became reality once the underwear was on, my nipples and areolas were egregiously apparent while my shaved intimate regions were also clearly outlined.
I felt increasingly vulnerable in the sheer material.
Striding out into the suite and moving into the bedroom, I became even more self-conscious than when the session had commenced.
Kelvin had transported his lights there and I immediately saw Richard Danville's vulgar leer, a blatant desire evident in his expression.
Essentially, I was naked and, despite my awkwardness, I could sense the moisture forming between my thighs again. The notion of displaying myself to him aroused me.
Avoiding gazing at my husband, I discerned my nipples' rapid expansion into rigid points, conspicuously pressing out through the bra, as I assumed my first stance.
"Isn't this a tiny bit daring?" I heard my husband query.
"Exactly what we're going for." Richard declared, "We're trying to reach out to the more adult advertisement options too."
"Ah... I understand."
I could feel my palms perspiring and my stomach churning as I adhered to Kelvin's instructions. Twisting, turning, and showcasing myself to his camera and the client's eyes.
"Okay, let's swap outfits once more." The photographer finally instructed me, which came as a welcome relief and I returned to the bathroom to remove my soaked thong.
My new getup was no better; an underwired black bra that skillfully hoisted my meager breasts up and out, the satin cloth insufficiently covering my nipples and exposing a portion of my areolas while the matching thong was scarcely more than a sliver of fabric between my legs.
Taking a deep breath, I reappeared in the room.
The clothing was becoming more racy, but if I was being honest, I was actually enjoying myself. And as Kelvin directed me to sit on the edge of the bed, I felt a rising sensual awakening in my abdomen.
Kelvin was about to start when there was a knock on the door, and Madison opened it. Taking note of the room service waiter who had arrived with our lunch, I noticed his eyes blatantly ravenous as he glanced at my semi-naked form, then positioned the plates of sandwiches on the table in the living room.
I should have been mortified, but I wasn't. I realised I was more than excited, basking in the prospect of exhibiting my body to another man who was a complete stranger, eliciting my buried and previously unknown exhibitionist propensities.
"Perhaps we should include our waiter in the shoot!"
Everyone turned to face Richard who, for the moment, had halted his leering at me to make the unexpected suggestion.
"And what's your name by the way, sir?" He continued, directing his question at the hotel employee.
"It's Stephen, and, err, I...Yeah, I...guess I..." Stephen gazed at me for a spell, his expression quickly shifting to a lust-filled grin. "... will."
We paused for a moment and I seized the chance to drink another coffee, while Stephen continued staring at me, and my husband, our client, and Kelvin conferred privately.
A few minutes passed, and the group of men separated, and I was instructed to sit back on the bed. Kelvin had Stephen fetch the coffee pot and a cup to stand beside me.
Barely able to inhale, I accepted the cup from him and held it up as Stephen positioned himself to pour me a drink.
Glimpsing up at him, I could perceive his eyes glued to my cleavage; my modest breasts were at the verge of spilling out of the petite lace bra that fought in vain to contain them.
"Enjoying the view?" I whispered, pretending to be annoyed yet secretly revelling in his covert glances.
"To your liking, friend." His lubricious leer was confirmed by his reply.
Kelvin had me shift my posture a few times and remove a bra strap, but nothing else significant occurred, and before I knew it, he called for another change of clothing.
Moving with a more confident stride, I made my way back to the bathroom, affirming that the men were all fixated on my buttocks. Go to the bathroom and change into a red quarter cup bra, a minuscule thong, and the familiar black stockings. With my betrothed's reaction to this attire on my mind, I cautiously ventured back into the bedroom.
I was already quite aroused with my nipples peaking through my revealing outfit as I made my way towards the bed. My crotch was wet from the juices seeping out of my tiny panties.
"Uh... isn't this a bit too provocative?" my husband inquired.
"We're planning to publicize ourselves across various media platforms," I explained. "So, we'll require pictures for the more mature platforms."
"Exactly how mature are we talking about?"
I was momentarily stumped as I watched Richard Danville respond to my husband's question. My spouse stared at me, his jaw dropped while our client had this lecherous grin plastered on his face.
"Could you kneel on the bed and prop up your hair, please, Jess?" Kelvin demanded.
I obeyed, raising my arms and letting my fingers twist through my hair, holding it up.
Standing in front of the camera, I was proudly exposed to the two men's eyes, tenderness hugging my narrow frame with my pebbly nipples fully displayed.
"Alright, Stephen. Stand beside her now." The photographer instructed.
Tom glanced over at the other two gents, his eyes drilled on the waiter.
"Jess is a pleasure to behold, isn't she?" Richard asked the servant, his mouth curled up in a sly grin.
"You bet!" the waiter replied, not shifting his gaze away from me.
"Tom, you realize you're a very fortunate man to be married to Jessica," our client said while keeping his fixed stare on me.
The sexual tension that had been lingering in the air ever since the beginning of the day suddenly increased to an alarming degree. I could feel my heart racing and couldn't contain the conflicting feelings of guilt and excitement being stirred within me.
‘I shouldn't be enjoying this.’
The thought echoed in my mind repeatedly as I complied with Kelvin's guidance.
"Now, twist to the side and place your hands on Steve’s thigh. Jess." He instructed me next.
I carefully position my hands, fingers widely spread, on his thighs. The company of the waiter sent a rush of excitement through me.
"Now raise your hands higher, Jess. Almost touch Steve's throbbing package," Kelvin said.
Doing as instructed, I nervously met my husband's gaze, aback by his encouraging smile.
"'He's willing to join in with this?”*
I was startled at his nonchalant acceptance of the situation as I conformed to our photographer's instructions. Our waiter's hands touched me, and I experienced a surge of pleasure.
“'Is he enjoying the feel of my breasts?”*
The thought crossed my mind quickly while I complied with Kelvin's instruction. I was tremulously aware of the waiter's breath on my neck and his press against my bottom – his erection was a soft bulge in his trousers.
'Yes, he seems to be!' he whispered in my ear and expertly caressed my breasts, but his fingers skilfully cupped my hips, prompting my body to squirm.
The confusing mix of worry for my husband’s feelings and sheer delight at how aroused I was overshadowed my thoughts. I was aware of my husband's gaze throughout the entire ordeal - I could sense the tingling building − creating an intense moment of pleasure for me.
'For how long will he allow this to continue?'
I wondered silently as our cameraman instructed me again.
"All right, let's pause for lunch." Kelvin declared.
I used the opportunity to scuttle off to the bathroom, leaning my back against the door and collecting myself to make sense of the emotions assaulting me.
A few minutes later, I returned, dolled up in a pretty three-piece set of underwear in peach and white stockings. In control, I rejoined everyone at the table.
"Feeling okay?" I joined my partner by the patio windows and whispered.
"Yes, fine," he responded. Looking at me with an intense stare.
"How about you?" I questioned cautiously.
"I'm okay."
I then rushed to get a cup of coffee and nibbled on some snacks before being hesitant to join Tom again.
I couldn't believe what I was asking. "Did... did you like it?" I could hardly look at him as I spoke, my eyes glued to the floor. He had just touched me all over in front of his friend. "You liked it, didn't you?" He countered with a question of his own, seemingly unaffected by our situation. "Exhibiting yourself like that."
My voice was little more than a whisper, but I answered truthfully, "Yes." `
We sat in silence for a moment, both thinking about what had just happened. "Did... did you like it?" I finally voiced my concerns about the previous situations.
"Yes, I did." Tom admitted, hesitating.
"Even when..."
"I wasn't sure at first, but yes, even when he was groping you."
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Richard walked in. "How are you feeling, Jessica?" he asked casually. I could feel my face burn as I realized that he had just seen me in all my glory. "You look like you've been enjoying yourself in front of the camera. Are you sure you've never done this before?" he said, his tone seductive and slightly frightening.
"Err... no, never." I stammered, trying to cover up the embarrassment.
"Well, you look like a natural. Perhaps I'll make it part of the contract that we keep you for the rest of the sessions."
I shook my head, feeling overwhelmed by his presence. "I don't..."
"Ok, shall we get back to it?" Kelvin announced loudly, interrupting my thoughts. `
With a heavy heart, I got up and put my dishes aside. I felt a strange mix of emotions as I followed Kelvin out of the room. My mind was racing with everything that had transpired in the past few hours. I had never felt so exposed and lost at the same time. Not to mention horny.
The rest of the afternoon seemed to fly by as I was asked to change outfits multiple times. This time the lingerie was slightly more conservative, but it didn't diminish the enjoyable feeling of being half-naked in front of our client.
"That's it Jess. We're done." Kelvin announced as he took the last of the photos.
"What? We're finished, you're all done?" I asked, confused.
"Yeah, now it's the hard bit sorting and editing what we've got." Kelvin grinned.
I sat back down, feeling a little sad that the shoot was over, but then I remembered something. I wanted to masturbate. I unzipped my pants and relished the feeling of pleasure coursing through me.
As I pulled up my pants, Richard arrived back in the room. "Thanks for today Jessica. It was a very entertaining day."
"Yeah, it was fun." I answered, wondering what time it was. I quickly checked my phone and realized it was nearly time to go.
"I'll just go down to reception with Richard." My husband said, preparing to leave.
"Oh ok." I responded, not caring to put my clothes back on at the moment.
Suddenly, Richard's phone buzzed with a notification. "Excuse me, I need to take this." He went to his phone and read the message.
For a moment, we all waited while he finished reading. "Thank you Jessica," he said, coming up to hug me goodbye. "I doubt that the model who let us down could have looked better." He gave me a scorching kiss on the cheek. "I'll be seeing you again soon."
"Oh yes... I hope we managed to salvage the day for you."
"Oh, most definitely." His voice dripped with sexuality and I could feel my heart race.
My husband was right behind me, ready to escort me out of the room. "I'll just go down to reception with Richard." I said, still trying to deny any sort of connection with what had just happened.
"And then I'll be back up." I was about to turn and head to the bathroom when Kelvin appeared in front of me.
"Are you ok?" he asked, concerned.
"Yeah, I think so. I wasn't too bad was I?" I tried to sound confident, even though I was still reeling from the whole experience.
"Are you kidding? You were so much better than ok." He chuckled softly, his eyes slowly traveling over my exposed flesh.
"You want me to model again?" I blinked in surprise, my inner exhibitionist awakened by his gesture.
"I might." His voice was low and rough, creating a thrilling sensation in my stomach.
Then, without any warning, he left the room. I was left alone, sipping my coffee and fantasizing about being touched and groped. Chills went up my spine as I thought about the implication behind Kelvin's statement. "He's a man who gets what he wants. One way or another."
"What're you on about with being cautious?"
"What else is there about the client we haven't considered?"
"We're set to go, Jess. I'll deliver the pictures in a couple of days."
"Wha-" I snapped back, snatched out of my daydreaming by the sound of Kelvin's breathing.
"We've got our stuff ready, so we're leaving."
"Uh huh. Keep us updated when the photos are prepared."
I said goodbye to him and Madison, my head still preoccupied with the itch on my legs and my impending climax.
Lone in the room, I couldn't help sliding my hand into the teensy G-string, my fingers discovering my wet core and moving between the two sensitive labia.
"Fuck!"
Closing my eyes, I exhaled and lay down across the bed, the sudden surge of pleasure shooting through me as I slid a finger into my throbbing pussy.
I craved release and, almost subconsciously, I dove deeper into my search for gratification, sliding another finger into my hungry pussy.
"Having a fun time?"
Stunned by the voice, I opened my eyes to see my husband grinning down at me.
"Tom, please, my love, I need you in me." I blushed as I stared up at him, my face scorching from the embarrassment.
His grin grew wider, and he grabbed my thong, ripping it down my stockinged thighs before unzipping his trousers.
Staring up at him, my chest pounding loudly, I watched his already hard shaft burst free, my legs instinctively opening up invitingly to him.
Without any foreplay, both of us were dying for pleasure, so he had no time to waste. Jumping on me, his hard length thrust straight into me in a steady motion.
"Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes,"
Letting out a maniacal yell, my body arched, trying to get closer to him as his entire length penetrated me as deep as he could.
Our whole day had been building up to this moment, both of us feeling desire stoked by our client's longing gazes throughout the day.
Once inside me, I had no doubt I'd be cumming immediately, not wanting to wait Tom did the same. He kept his pace, not slowing down to tease me - we both were alight with the anticipation.
"Yes, yes, yes,"
Feeling my climax approaching, I let out a mixture of moans and desperate pleas, reaching my peak within moments of him moving inside me. This was one of the quickest times I had hit my climax.
"Now... now, I'm cumming,"
Ignoring my pleas, he kept pounding into me, practically throwing his hard cock into me.
My hunger for this release was so strong I couldn't even focus on anything else - my mouth shut as it began to head into a screaming orgasm as the buildup surged through me. My eyes squeezed together so tightly, not wanting to divert my attention away from my upcoming pleasure.
When my body arched under his weight, his climax was close at hand.
"Oh, Tom..." I swelled with desire, and he buried his cock in me, busting his seed into my waiting womb.
It played out like the longest 30 seconds ever, my mind submersed in waves of sheer happiness. When my eyes wavered back down to find me staring, I found Stephen - the waiter who's delivered our lunch earlier - in the doorway. He had barely ditched the soiled plates and cups as his eyes were captivated by my orgasm.
Seeing us as it was happening made my climax even more intense, and I exchanged a look with him, screaming out again as the orgasm spread through my entire body.
"Oh god, I'm about to cum again." I gasped at the sight of Stephen, locked onto my frantic eye contact while Tom kept plunging into me.
The blood swarmed within me and I bit my lips, desperate to avoid any verbal exchanges, afraid of my orgasm deterring him.
Once Tom reached his climax, his cock pulsated inside me, sending his seed into my belly. My eyes finally gave up and I went limp, feeling a sense of bliss I'd never experienced before.
Retreating to lay next to Tom, he struggled to stabilize his breathing.
"You were rather aroused, eh?"
"Absolutely. And that client definitely caught my attention." I chuckled, turning to forge my embrace with him.
"You might've been interested in more than just his arousal," Tom smirked, "Richard was pretty turned on too."
"I kind of had a hunch, considering the way he posted keen glances at me throughout the day." I giggled, wide-eyed thinking about it.
"Yeah, I noticed."
Looking at Tom's eyes, the shared understanding made me melt. We'd finally discussed it and, thankfully, it didn't feel like an issue.
"I'm still lovable, right?"
"You're a master when it comes to being sexy, baby, no question."
"I'm thankful you still fancy me." I giggled, cuddling up against him.
"You're stunning, sis. Don't even question it." He reassured me, before we drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep.
He declared you're allowed to retain the lingerie and casually mentioned... he... oh, I don't know, he wishes...
I immediately grew suspicious.
"What does he desire? Enlighten me!" I pressed, propelling myself onto my elbow.
"He... umm... he wants to take you out for supper on a specific occasion. Apparently, he shares this gesture with every lass who models in his company."
"What did you reply?" I questioned.
"I... er... I once said it'd be okay." Tom murmured softly.
"You what? Why did you say that? He's had a crush on me all day and you inform him he can invite me to dinner!"
Tom's expression hardened, "We require this signed deal, Jessica. If we don't have his John Hancock, our company perishes. We must satisfy his wishes."
I collapsed back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.
He was correct. If we didn't secure Richard Danville's endorsement, our enterprise was doomed.
