My wife Marie is an artist and a very good one.  Her paintings sell really well. She had an opening of a “One Woman Erotic Art Exhibit”. She wore a little black dress. Our vanilla friends and family were in attendance.   We were serving drinks and all having a good time.

She has been seeing a newer man and has become quite fond of him. He is quite domineering which is not the sort she normally goes for.  He rides a Harley motorcycle.  He has taken almost complete control of her, and he also pressures me sometimes.  He showed up unexpectedly at the gallery, I didn’t know she had told him about it.

Marie showed him through the two room exhibit, and they could not resist being a bit touchy-feely but nothing too bold. At one point he whispered to her, and she disappeared for about 5 minutes. I carried on getting drinks and talking to prospective buyers. I didn’t know where she went, but later it was clear that she went to the ladies room.

The second room of the exhibit had partitions on one wall, effectively creating three wall cubbyholes for paintings to be hung. She came back, handed him something, and he drew her into one of the cubbyholes. He beckoned me to follow and directed me to take their picture.

As I took it, she raised her dress to show that she was no longer wearing panties. He ran his large hands over and in her smooth pussy. Then they started making out! I was panicking but turned on and snapped a few more pics.

Our family was there, as well as friends and my business associates!  We re-joined the guests and Marie then sold quite a few paintings including one to the husband of one of her life models.

Marie’s boyfriend stayed until the end of the show and hung around while we said goodbye and thankyou to all the guests. He then followed us home on his motorcycle.

Once home he royally fucked her. I mean really fucked her hard.  She was screaming out as she came and came.  When he pulled out of her, he called me over and said, “take a look at a well fucked pussy”.  I had to agree, his cum was oozing out of her.

The next day, her mother called and asked her who the fellow with the Harley was.  I told her it was someone who was going to be a future life model and she would be painting him. When I told Marie what I had said she liked the idea.