Am I a cuc??

My wife Emma and I had lived in London for over a decade, caught up in city life, working long hours, and barely finding time to enjoy one another's company. But when they decided to leave it all behind and move to a small village in East Anglia, we thought we had found something simple with a slower pace but how we were wrong

The village was a far cry from London. It has lovely streets, local shops with handwritten signs, and a single pub at the center. The pub was known for its warm fires and hearty food, but it was also where the locals gathered to swap stories, play cards, and drink the evening away.

Emma had always wanted a change. Her days in the city were spent working hard, but here, she found herself with more free time and a thirst to get involved. A few weeks after settling in, she started helping out at the pub, serving pints and chatting with the villagers. The landlord, Dave, was a pervy man who saw Emma’s charm and offered her a part-time job behind the bar. The only condition? Emma had to wear something that would catch men’s attention .

“I need to bring some life to this place,” Dave said with a wink. “You’ve got that spark. Show them off a little.”

Emma, not one to ever shy away from showing more cleavage than most, began wearing colourful, tight-fitting tops. The kind that highlighted her figure and most would describe as being overly revealing. extremely low cut and enough to turn any head as she moved between the tables with her nipples visible as she bent over for men of any age, I had no objections as we had just spent 12k on her new breasts, and I loved other men starring at Emma who was happy to show them off.

One chilly evening in October, as Emma was pouring a pint for a local regular, she caught the eye of a man sitting in the corner. He was an older, man named Richard, a retired photographer who had settled in the village many years ago. Rumour had it that in his prime, he’d shot photos for magazines. Now, he spent most of his time at the pub, nursing a pint and starring at my wife’s breasts with all the other locals.

“Emma, right?” Richard asked one evening as she approached his table.

“That's me,” she smiled, wiping down the table leaning down showing her assets .

“I used to shoot photos, professionally,” he said. “Still have a bit of a studio out back. I’ve been thinking about doing something different lately... How would you feel about a photo shoot?”

Emma raised an eyebrow. “A photo shoot? What kind of shoot?”

Richard leaned back in his chair, giving her a very careful once-over. “Swimwear. You’ve got the right body for it. I think you could really bring something to life.”

It was an odd request. But Emma, ever the adventurer, found herself intrigued. She didn’t mind the attention she garnered at the pub, and the idea of working with someone who had real experience felt flattering. She agreed, and the shoot was set for the following Friday afternoon.

In Richard’s small studio, we arrived and Emma slipped into various small bikinis, but there was no door on the changing room, so Richard got a glimpse of her full naked body which got me rock hard. Richard was meticulous with his shots, making sure every detail was perfect. A guy with charisma, he soon spoke us both round to Emma doing topless shots and some with her totally naked, it was an amazing experience seeing my wife first topless then Totally naked in front of another man and him commenting on her perky breasts and beautiful pussy, There was something almost cinematic about the way he captured her, making her feel like a star in a world of her own.

The following week, as Emma was working her shift at the pub, Richard returned. He handed her a drink and then, with a certain mischievous glint in his eye, revealed what he’d done with the photos.

“I’ve got an idea,” he said. “Every year, we have a local poker game at my studio for charity. It’s mostly for the local men who are business owners, a way to blow off steam. I thought… why not turn those photos into something fun? An exhibition. A calendar.”

Emma blinked, surprised by the suggestion. “A calendar?”

“Yes, a 12-month calendar with your bikini shots, all showcasing the village vibe, the local charm, the beauty of the place. It’ll be a hit. Trust me.”

He wasn’t wrong. The calendar became the talk of the village. At the poker game, the local business men eagerly bid on the calendars of Emma in some very revealing bikinis. We both turned up to the charity poker game and Emma being the only woman present. The photographers studio had been turned into a poker room and he had some of the bikini pictures framed and placed on the walls of his studio, which was hot to see and all the men staring at them as they arrived to the game.

One local gentleman who was recently divorced named Graham who owned the local farm, asked if any more risky photos had been taken? Emma said a few with a smile on her face and with that Graham said I would give £200 to charity if I get a large copy of that and John the local garage owner said I would pay £250 for a topless one and we looked and smiled and to my surprise my wife Emma agreed and said deal to you both as it’s a good charity,

As the night went on, We were left playing poker with my wife and 6 local business men and Richard the photographer , when people started talking about the additional pictures again and Richard said that Emma’s breasts we’re amazing in the flesh, and I said smiling I agreed and Emma laughed and then said who wants another drink. With that the local farmer said I would pay another £250 if Emma could serve me a drink topless! Emma who had now had a few drinks looked at me in the eyes and said Deal!!! And then went to the kitchen grabbed a bottle of bear and came back in just wearing her short leather skirt and black knee high boots but totally topless, I can honestly say I have never been so hard in my life seeing my wife topless with so many cheering men, what made it better as it was over 10 mins before she started to go back to grab her top, When the farmer said how much to be served another this time without the skirt for the remaining of the game … she said jokingly £500 to the charity, and with that all the guys said deal and put £500 on the table and she laughed then went out to the kitchen and again came back in her boots a red thong and a tray of beers, she ended up looking so sexy and I was trying to play poker as she was speaking to the men in her little thong and boots with her perk breast out.

She then came over and said you ok and I said never better, shame you still got that thong on and she said it’s only 11:30 and laughed, she then whispered that she would then hug all the men still topless and in her thong 1 by 1 as they left for the night to turn me on more, which she did which did turn me on more…

It was now just Graham the farmer and Richard the photographer… I could tell my wife was horny as she just passed me her top and skirt to hold saying make yourself useful and hold that, both men laughed at me as she said good by to the photographer giving him a kiss on the lips as he held her hips, which I was surprised about then leant and and gave Graham the farmer the same long kiss but he actually placed his hands on my wife’s arse and said to her I love the thong and with that she smiled and said you can have it and to my total shock bent over and took her thong off and gave it to him and now being naked apart from her boots, being in between all of us she the laughed then started talking about seeing them at the pub and the conversation seemed to go for 5 mins before she grabbed her top and began to place it on first as I think all of us were starring at her pussy.

I fucked her so hard when we got home and she was so wet. The men in the village, including me, were buzzing about her unexpected rise to local fame and the local charity poker game, The calendar not only raised money for charity, but it also brought attention to the pub . Emma, however, started to feel like she was becoming more of a local star than a simple pub barmaid.

For a time, things felt surreal. Then Every month, as the calendar turned to the new page, Her face gracing the walls of local garages, builders, and even the behind the counter at the pub .

And as for Richard? Well, his photographs had made him something of a local celebrity too. He has just asked to shoot another calendar,

It wasn’t the life we had expected when they first moved, but in many ways, it was better.

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