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Follow The Girls to the second star to the right and straight on till morning…to Neverland! This week Vanessa is presenting “Devourer of Men” by Nikki St Crowe! Part of a series of the reimagined Peter Pan universe, this book is focused on Wendy, Captain Hook, and the crocodile. But this Croc is a man who eats..peanuts? When Wendy goes missing for 200 years, tensions rise between Hook and Croc. But once Wendy is found, those tensions…come to a head. Tune in to see how The Girls manage to get confused immediately, and then decide to make it all about wrestling! Woo! This book is so spicy we can hardly talk about it in the description, so un-cork it and find out why!New Episodes out every Tuesday! Join our Patreon to receive early (and bonus!) episodes and more! Patreon.com/ClutchMyPearlsPod! Follow @ClutchMyPearlsPod on TikTok, Twitter, Instagram and GoodReads! We have MERCH! Check out our #linkinbio to go to our store!Do you have a smut recommendation for the girls? Send an email to: ClutchMyPearlsPod@gmail.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Changing Perspective by r a wallace. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 9: Wendy I was lost in my thoughts as I waited on the park bench. Despite all that had happened here I found the park offered me a glimpse of what could be- parents with children, people walking dogs, laughter, and couples holding hands. When I saw Robb approach I felt the weight of the world come off my shoulders. His off-beat question made me laugh, it was the perfect introduction. “This may be your lucky day, Sir. It just so happens I require coffee frequently, though if anything, I'm addicted to weird men. Weird mind you, not strange.” “That does seem peculiar, weird, rather than strange. I'm not sure I know the difference.”“I think it would be worth discussing over a hot cup of coffee,” I quipped. “Indeed.” We started walking toward the coffee shop two blocks away. “So, how has your day gone?” he inquired pleasantly. “It's been pretty good. I'm caught up on my files, and the new one they gave me looks interesting. So, work is good. I called my lawyer and told him I want action, no more waiting for something to happen.” “Sounds like a good day,” he offered. I smiled. “The best part was finding a man who would buy me coffee and keep me company for a while.” “Hmmm, sounds as if it has been a productive day, does the guy know you favor your coffee black?” “Yes, I wonder what else he knows about me?” I giggled, which wasn't like me. “Oh, I think he loves your smile and that little dimple that shows up when you do- it makes his day. He likes your wavy black hair that frames your beautiful brown eyes. He knows you're smart and vulnerable, but you're willing to advocate for yourself, those kinds of things. He also thinks you're stronger than you give yourself credit for.” “Does he think I'm emotionally unstable?” I asked cautiously. He stopped walking, gently took my arm, and looked at me, “He thinks you're brave, resilient, angry, in pain, and want to be treated with respect and dignity. He thinks you're capable and willing to move your life forward at your own pace. He knows it takes time to get over some things and will give you all the time needed to find your way. He knows you're honest and that he can trust you. Unstable no, in transition, yes.” We started walking again and I felt tears come to my eyes. It felt good knowing someone actually understood me and the uncertainty that surrounded me. Clara had tried to console me, but some of the things she said, though well intended, told me she really didn't appreciate my circumstances. We stopped to cross the street and I glanced at Robb, he took my arm and pulled me onto the grass. “I think you can use a hug.” His arms came around me and I fell into him and closed my eyes. It felt so wonderful simply to be held. The affection warming me, after a minute he asked if I wanted to keep going. I nodded my head and mumbled I was. When we parted he was looking at me, his eyes were so caring. He took his hand and moved a few stray hairs from my cheek. “Where's the smile I came to see? A smile makes you glow, it brings out the wonderful woman I know is hiding behind those teary eyes.” I couldn't help but laugh a little, he made me feel good about myself. “It's here for you,” I said smiling. _ Wendy Two weeks later my lawyer called to say my husband had signed the divorce papers and he was filing them at the courthouse. “So, I'm free?” “Your marriage is dissolved and you are free to lead your life as you wish,” he replied. Only the financial dealings had to be completed and I would receive half of our marital assets. It was done, I was single again. I thanked him and told him to send me the final bill. That way the ordeal was over once and for all. I hung up and felt a weight come off my shoulders. I can't say I was euphoric at the news, but it was liberating. That part of my life was history and now I could look to the future. The next thing I did was pick up my phone and send a text to Robb. I was buying us dinner tonight. We had talked several times and gone for coffee once each week, all the while I felt a little apprehensive despite my best efforts not to be. I knew what they said about rebound relationships and I was leery of making a commitment of some kind. If there was one thing I wanted, and needed it was what I had gotten the first time I was with Robb. I know women aren't expected to want to have sex for the sole purpose of enjoying it. The stereotype had always bothered me, and the church women swore it belonged only within the confines of marriage as the good Lord intended. Well, I wasn't married anymore and my body told me in no uncertain terms what it wanted. I had squirmed in my seat both times as we sat having coffee together. Both times I wanted to reach across the table and kiss him until he took me on the floor. That fantasy had played out in my mind more than once over the last month. Robb When Wendy called and told me her marriage was over, the papers signed, I felt a sense of what? I wasn't sure other than I was happy her struggle to be free of her husband was over. But, what did it mean for me? After having coffee together the past two weeks we both knew she would be free soon and though we didn't come right out and say it, we knew it would change the way we saw one another. She had been relaxed more than ever and her sense of humor and demeanor made her even more attractive. Our first, and only, night together, came to me again and again. It would never be the same, at least the motivations wouldn't be. She had shown signs of confidence and independence once she had moved out of the house with her husband. She had the maturity that comes with being married and of dealing with all the emotions that such a breakup creates. Wendy had become far more willing to touch me and she flirted more than ever. We kept our boundaries intact based upon her married status. Now, she wasn't married and she could do whatever she wanted with her life. For the first time I wondered if my utility to her was at an end. I had to admit to myself I didn't want it to be. I knew that I should be patient and not to rush into anything. She might be single now, but I was sure her husband had caused emotional damage she had yet to recognize and deal with. It was best I tread carefully for both our sakes. Wendy I got off of work and hurried home to freshen up. I had texted Clara and gave her the news my divorce was finalized. When she walked in the door as I came out of the bathroom she looked at me with a broad smile. “You look pretty chipper I must say. I'm sure it feels good to be free of that bastard.” “I do feel good. I'm taking Robb out to dinner tonight to celebrate. I'm wouldn't have made it this far without his help, or yours other. But, I don't want to even think about Cecil… err… ex husband now. He's history and I want to move on.” “Okay, no more about ‘him'. You know it will be different with Robb now that you're single again. I mean you haven't slept with him yet. I hope he doesn't expect you'll want to hop right into bed with him now that you can.” My mind froze. I had slept with him, but I… oh my god! I knew I wanted to again. Was it a good idea? It would be different. What was I thinking? “I don't think it will be a problem. He hasn't given me any indication he's looking for that.” “He does like you doesn't he? I mean you keep seeing one another and it suggests to me there's something more between the two of you.” I felt my stomach tighten as my mind raced to formulate a response that didn't reveal my infidelity while I was married. I'd never been a good liar. “I think there is a special bond between us. He helped me over the toughest part of my divorce. I guess I can honestly say I wouldn't have seen it through to the end without him.” I looked at my watch and told her I had to get going if I were to be on time. I heard her tell me she hoped I would have a good time tonight. I hoped so too now that she had pointed out the basis of our relationship would change. It hadn't occurred to me that it would, though I should have known better. I walked out to my car and drove to the park after I decided I should tell my parents the divorce was completed. They had always thought my husband was a good match for me and when I told them I wanted out they were unhappy. It was one of the reasons I had stayed in the marriage and tried to work things out as long as I had. I could tell my mother was resigned to the reality as I hung up. I had my life back and I was going to make it my own. I'd been too immature to ignore their feelings in the past and I was determined I would be my own person from here on out. I left the park and headed to the restaurant to meet Robb. I was a little late, the conversation with my mother took longer than expected. When I walked to the entrance and saw Robb's smile as I approached I felt fluttery inside. Damn he looked handsome as my eyes swept over him. I felt a little awkward once I stopped in front of him, not knowing exactly what I should say, or do. I could hug and kiss him now if I wanted and not feel guilty, or ashamed. I was trying to wrap my head around the concept when he held out his hand for mine. “You look wonderful. I like the necklace, especially where it enters your cleavage,” he said with a mischievous expression. I felt my face flush red, something I wasn't prone to do. “Sorry! I didn't mean to embarrass you.” “Thank you,” I stammered, “I mean for noticing the necklace, not the other things.” “I'll try to be more considerate,” he replied quietly as he held my hand. I was flustered, feeling like my first date in high school. “You're considerate enough.” We sat down at a table and ordered our food. I avoided any mention of my ex-husband, saying only this dinner was in celebration of the start of a new life. Our conversation was light, refreshing, and he told me his parents would be visiting him in a few weeks. When I asked if he were on good terms with them he smiled. “I'm still the apple of my mother's eyes and dad is proud of the work I do, even though he doesn't understand much about computers. So, I would say I'm doing pretty well.” “Do they say anything about not being married?” “No, not really. I mean they were disappointed when I stopped seeing my last girlfriend as they hoped I would propose to her.” “Why didn't you?” I asked cautiously, not sure I should ask. But, he had brought it up, not me. “She was unfaithful,” his voice with a hint of sadness. “I'm sorry.” I said honestly. “I wanted you to know at least that much in case it comes up in the future.” Maybe I was making more out of his statement then he intended, but it seemed as if he expected we would have a future relationship of some kind. It made me feel good thinking it could happen. We finished our meal after having decided we would take a walk afterward, dropping my car at his apartment as he would drive to the river walk not far away. There wasn't any indication Robb felt out of sorts as I paid the bill before we left, though he did ask if he could leave the tip and I agreed. It was very generous and I was sure it was because the young lady that waited on us was quite attractive. It made me feel like an old married lady at 26. He saw my expression as he placed the money in the middle of the table, and gave me a shy smile. “She did a good job and deserves it. In terms of what you're thinking, you would have gotten a larger tip.” I chuckled, “You don't know exactly what I'm thinking.” “Oh, men are simple enough. We like good looking women and don't hide it very well when we do. In your case, I don't intend to hide it.” Again, I felt myself blush. My ex had seldom ever said something so bold, or truthful when it came to the way he viewed me, or any other woman. Robb's ability and willingness to be open was refreshing. “You know you surprise me with your honesty, but then I think you know I'm attracted to you.” He smiled, but didn't say anything, so I continued. “Men are just as different as any woman. I'm not blind, I see the way you look at me and know you find me attractive. What makes you different is that you're open about it. I'm not into playing games and I don't think you are either.” Chapter 10: I Have A Past After dropping my car off I got into his car and we were on our way to the park along the river. I was so satisfied with how the evening had gone. We arrived at the park and started our walk following the path along the river. It was about twenty minutes later when I saw one of the church women approaching us as we walked hand in hand. She gave me a strange look, then stopped, indicating she wanted to speak to me. “Hi Sarah. Wonderful evening isn't it?” I said pleasantly. She looked Robb up and down, then looked back to me, and snarled. “I heard you got divorced. Didn't take long to find someone else to ride you did it?” I was shocked at her words. I was about to reply when Robb spoke. “If you're insinuating we've been having sex since her divorce you would be wrong. We haven't. Not that it's really any of your business. Now, if you're interested in being ridden we can talk about it. I may be able to fit you in, though there would be a small charge.” I felt a laugh start to form in my throat and did my best to stifle it. The look on her face went so red it seemed to glow. No words escaped her mouth though her jaw was working, her face agonized. “It would only be twenty dollars and I'm sure it wouldn't take long,” Robb added, his face serious. Sarah turned and walked away at a rapid pace without uttering another word. I looked at Robb and saw a smile cross his face. “Guess she wasn't interested,” he deadpanned. “Robb! She probably thinks I'm paying for it. You know that don't you?” I said half laughing. He looked at me, his smile even broader. “You Ms. Cummins will never have to pay a cent.” I took his arm and smiled. “I'm not Cummins anymore, I'm Brown, Wendy Brown.” “Well Ms. Brown, shall we continue our walk?” “I'd be delighted.” _ Wendy It was a month later and I saw Robb once or twice a week for coffee, though we talked on the phone at least five days a week. One night Clara suggested her boyfriend, Kevin, had a friend I might like and that we double-date. I wasn't sure, but after a few minutes decided I should do it to show my appreciation for what she and Kevin had done for me in the past. Kevin was a really nice guy and I got along with him well. I thought Clara had done well for herself. The night we went out was warm and I was wearing a tank top, shorts, and sandals. Tony was damn good looking and I was thrilled with the idea I'd be seen with such a good looking man. He was pleasant enough, though as we talked I found he was… well… shallow. He had no problem undressing me with his eyes. After all these past few months I was used to it, accepting it as the price I paid to dress as I chose now that I could be myself. He was kind of like my ex in a way. When he started asking about my religious views my hackles went up. It made me uncomfortable as that was how things had gone with my ex. Religion was never far away, even on our first few dates. I steered our conversation to other topics whenever it came up. He seemed to continue to jabber away about his faith group regardless. I finally mentioned to him I was helping out at the food bank on weekends and he seemed to take some interest in that. I breathed a sigh of relief. “Really, you work at the food bank? I hear those people simply don't want to work and take handouts.” I told him about the variety of people I met and how life had put them in rough straights for a while and they needed some help. He went on about how his church served food to the needy after they attended church service. Suggesting it was a small price to pay for what the Lord provided. I shut my mouth and didn't say another word. It was turning into a long night. Robb had gotten me involved in the food bank and I found the experience enjoyable. At the time it took me away from my own problems and made me appreciate other people had problems too. It was something I continued to do after my divorce. Robb and I would spend time together with people who had become friends. I noticed how several of the single women took an interest in Robb while he was there. He flirted a little with them, but he did with me too. It made me feel good to have his attention. I knew Clara was disappointed our date hadn't resulted in something better. But as time passed I discovered my friends always seemed to want to help me out. This took the form of trying to fix me up with a friend, or a relative. I knew they were well meaning, but after almost three months I was exhausted by their interest. I related this to Robb and he told me he had gone through the same thing after his breakup. That was a topic he didn't say much about. I was sure it was because he didn't want to burden me with what had been, or was, his problem. I had met his parents briefly months ago and he called one night to say they were coming the next day. “Wendy, would you be my date for dinner?” “You mean a real date?” I asked surprised as he had never used that term with me before. “Yes, a real date. I'll pay for your dinner and you can try to be nice to me the entire evening.” I laughed. “I'm always nice to you.” “Yeah, come to think of it you are. Well, you'll get a free meal out of the deal.” It was if he were asking me for a favor, as if I wouldn't be interested in dating him without his having an excuse. “I would be delighted. Where are we going?” I hung the up phone with a smile, it was one of the best restaurants in town. I was thrilled. Did I have something nice to wear? I would need a manicure for sure, pedicure? No, it was too cold for open-toed shoes, or sandals. I looked at what I had in my closet and decided I needed a new blouse that I could match with either a dress, or a pair of dress slacks. I had lost pounds over the past two months thanks to simply walking to the park and back to Clara's apartment. I heard Clara come in and told her Robb had asked me out. “I thought the two of you had a disagreement last week.” “We did, but we worked it out, neither of us can be right all of the time and… well… he was right this time.” “If this is a real date will this change your 'platonic' relationship? I know you have the hots for him, so don't deny it. Every guy you've gone out with you compare with him. Why don't you just admit it and get it over with? Girl it might help if you got some sack time with him. You know you're allowed to have sex with any man you want now.” “I don't know, maybe it will our relationship,” I replied thinking if she could see it others could too. I had kept it to hugs and a few kisses trying to avoid the rebound thing. But, she was right about the sex, I could really use a roll in the hay. The problem was my fantasies had all involved Robb over the last few months, my hand had gotten a lot of use, and my B.O.B was on its third set of batteries. The one night I had spent with Robb came to my mind constantly. Robb I hung up the phone and sat down, my heart beating hard. I had finally asked her out thinking enough time had passed and she wasn't in a rebound situation any longer. Our time together on the phone, at the food bank, and for coffee had shown me we didn't agree on everything. The important thing was we talked it out each time and respected, and liked each other afterward. I was over my ex and it appeared she was over hers. My parents knew I was spending time with her as I found myself mentioning her often in phone calls to my mother. I knew the one time she had met my parents she had made a positive impression. Not that my parents didn't express reservations about my spending time with a divorced woman. The suggestion, of course, was that I could do better with a woman that had never been married. That had been an interesting conversation and they had finally agreed she was nice enough once I reminded them my girlfriend had always been single. Wendy had a maturity about her that affected me as we spent more time together. I had experienced some ups and down with her following the divorce. All things I had read about and understood what was going on in general when it happened. I knew I was hooked on her once I started reading articles on how to date a divorced woman. Damn if the web didn't have something useful for a change. It provided me with the insight and tools to be patient and support her. Now, I hoped there was going to be more of a payoff. I walked into my bedroom, opened the top drawer of my dresser, and pulled the diamond engagement ring out and looked at it. I hadn't used it as I had planned. Now, I was thinking it would be appreciated if given to the right woman. I could see the smile in my mind it would bring to Wendy's face when I asked her to marry me. I also knew that if we started to date it would mean things that had been off the table as friends would now change. The mere thought made me hard, it had been a long time since… Wendy I waited for Robb to pick me up, feeling butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I was keyed up so much that Clara laughed at me good naturedly. “Wendy, stop your pacing. You look wonderful, it's not like you haven't spent time with him. You're going to blow his mind when he sees you dolled up this way.” “Do you really think so? I mean I'm trying to look a little less sexy as we're going out with his parents.” “You look beautiful. You can't hide that gorgeous figure and your makeup is perfect. Your eyes alone are going to slay him.” I heard the knock on the door, picked up my purse and light coat. I looked at Clara. “Well… here I go.” I opened the door to see Robb standing in a sports coat, slacks, his hair clean, and styled. I gasped quietly as I looked at him. I gave a smile not knowing what else to do. He looked at me and smiled as his eyes took me in, his gaze meeting mine. He just stood there looking at me. I felt a bit self-conscious. It was Clara that saved me as I was staring at him, speechless. “What do you think of your date Robb?” 'She's… she's fantastic. She's beautiful. She's a knockout.“ I managed to compose myself. "Is it cold enough for me to wear my coat?” “No, I think you'll be fine. It's mild out yet. I… I… just wasn't expecting you to… "You know you look quite handsome,” I offered. He reached for my hand with a smile, “Thank you. But, no one is going to notice me. Not with you standing beside me.” Stunned by the remark I simply stood there. “Have a good time you two,” as Clara shooed us out the door. I walked with Robb out to the car and got in after he opened the door for me. I automatically put my seat belt on and tried to collect myself. This was not at all what I expected to happen between us. I mean after seven months we had been together how many times? Dozens of times was all I could come up with. Sure I had used him in my mind more often than that, his image had served me well. When I looked over at him he was putting his seat belt on and when our eyes met mine he smiled, “Are you nervous?” I nodded my head. Was it that obvious? “I am too. Come on, you're met my parents before. It's going to be fine. We're making something out of nothing. More than it needs to be, though you look really nice tonight.” “Then why are we both feeling this way?” I asked. I don't know exactly. Do you think because we called it a date it makes a difference? “I feel different, that's all I can say. It's just different,” as he pulled the car out onto the street. When we arrived at the restaurant and walked in his parents were waiting in the foyer for us. Most of my nervousness had subsided as we had talked about nothing in particular on the way; small talk that seemed to settle both of us down. But, I couldn't help but feel I was seeing him in a different way than I had before. “Nice to see you again Wendy,” his mother offered as soon as we stopped in front of them. His father offered a similar comment and I found myself reaching for Robb's hand as I replied with a smile. It felt reassuring and natural, my heart told me I needed his touch. Robb I was pleased Wendy had agreed to go to dinner with me. I didn't mind going to dinner with my parents. In fact, I enjoyed my time with them. It was different after I broke up with my ex as before there was always something to talk about that spoke to the future. Once my relationship with her ended it seemed as if there was a expectation I had moved on. The last two times we visited there had been a void that begged to be filled when my mother asked if I were seeing anyone.. It was somewhat selfish of me to ask Wendy for a date to make things easier on myself. Though I had to admit there was more to it than that. I needed an excuse to change our relationship from what it was to something different. I liked her, I liked her a lot, and over the past few months it seemed as if she were ready for something more in her life. When she said yes it took hours for me to calm down when it was clear it was a date. For some reason calling it that made a difference. When she opened the door and I saw her standing there it hit me full force. She was gorgeous and well… she was… I don't know… another woman in a way I hadn't expected her to be. During dinner I couldn't help be impressed with how she presented herself in front of my parents. She was confident, respectful, and displayed her wonderful sense of humor. I could tell my parents were impressed with her this time. It was when she reached over to place her hand on mine that I knew she was comfortable with me in a new way. If she could have felt how hard my heart was beating after that brief touch she would have laughed at me for being so sensitive. We said goodbye to my parents and walked to my car hand in hand. How often had we walked that way together in the past? Now, it seemed just a little bit different and I couldn't understand why it should be. This while my heart was beating a tattoo in my chest. Chapter 11: Just A Speedbump Robb “Are you up for relaxing at my place for a while, or are you ready to head home.” “It's early yet, Friday night, and all I have planned for tomorrow is our shift at the food bank. I think I can force myself to spend a little more time with you,” she laughed. I had my hand on the car door ready to open it and when I turned her face was less than two feet away. I looked into her eyes and knew instantly, I had no choice, there was no decision to make, only an action to take. I tugged on her hand and she stepped closer, closed her eyes and our lips met firmly. My entire body felt as if it had flushed bright red, the excitement raging within me as our lips held, our breathing heavy. The world faded away and all that remained the taste of her lips, the smell of her hair, and the pressure of her body against mine. Wendy It had been a wonderful evening. His parents were wonderful, the food sumptuous, and Robb had been every bit the gentleman. Not that he hadn't always been, but there was something special about the way he looked at me. When I touched his hand as I laughed a surge of electricity coursed through me and I quickly placed my hand in my lap. I sought to catch my breath without revealing what had happened. I was waiting for him to open the car door when I felt the first drop of rain on my hand. It was starting to sprinkle as he turned to me. I felt my heart skip a beat, then another as I looked into his eyes. I didn't think, I wanted him, I wanted his lips on mine, and there was no reason to deny myself. I pushed my lips onto his and felt my entire body shiver with delight. I was whisked away by a hint of cologne, his strong arms around me, the feel of cool drops of rain on my skin as I felt my knees go weak as his passion consumed me. A gust of wind and rain broke our kiss. I opened my eyes to see him smiling, those wonderful eyes looking into mine. They had told me time and again he cared for me and now I fully believed it. I laughed, as if I'd been freed from some invisible trap, now free to be myself and to love. He laughed with me as he moved me into the car as the rain suddenly came pelting down. Once in the car I had all I could do to keep my hands from clutching him, to draw him close to share another kiss. His hand came to take mine and we held hands as he drove. Once at his apartment we made a mad dash for the door through a downpour. Once inside we stood looking at one another. His hand came to the side of my face and I closed my eyes, once again taken away as my passion for him erupted, a low moan escaped my lips, a perfect form of communication suited to the fire burning inside me. We clutched at each other, hands seeking to find a place to pull us so close we would fuse into one being. Our breathing heavy as our lips sought to convey our desires. Slowly, he pulled away. “Am I being too brash for a first date?” “No, am I too easy for a first date?” “No. I would never think you're not entitled to express your needs and desires as you need to.” I smiled at him coyly. “I'll never tell anyone you took me on our first date. Promise.” Chapter 12: A True Union It was as if we had never been in bed together before, as if the way we first met didn't mean a thing. He took my hand and led me to the bedroom and started to undress me as I did the same to him. My hands were shaking as I pulled his zipper down, my body tingled hot all over. I was so ready, a hot ache grew steadily beneath my bush. I slipped under the sheets as he followed and I snuggled into him and I heard his voice softly in my ear. “Are you alright?” “Yes, slow and easy if we can. I'm really sensitive. Can I feel you first?” I asked in a hush as if that would somehow make it more erotic. “Yes, my god you feel so wonderful, so soft,” he whispered in my ear. I moved my hand downward, found his penis, closed my fingers around it gently, and moved my hand down to his scrotum, feeling its texture sent another hot tingle rushing to my bush. I was breathing hard as my fingers gently explored, my mind filled in what I could feel. It had been so long since I had grasped a man this way. The sensations that filled me spoke to my eager anticipation of what I would experience. His hand caressed my breast and I closed my eyes feeling his firm member as it overfilled my hand. It was minutes before my hand left him. I moved to kiss him, pressing my pussy against his hip as our lips met as my passion began to spill over. The hot ache had turned to a thrumming feeling and I couldn't wait any longer. “I need you inside slow and easy,” I whispered as I moved beside him. I watched as he pulled the sheets back and came over me as I spread my legs wide. I felt a big shiver as he moved over me. I wasted no time in placing him. His first push sent him just inside, I felt a huge rush of pleasure that made me gasp. Before he could ask I offered. “I'm fine. Keep going, it feels good.” I felt a little less pressure, then another pleasurable surge as he pushed deeper. Another gasp as it felt do damned good. I looked up smiling an invitation for more. He pulled out a little, then slowly lowered himself down, filling me. I grasped his hips and hitched my pelvis under him feeling another series of sensations as I placed myself where it felt best. I was going to move under him again when he hitched up slightly hitting my sweet spot. I couldn't help but push up against him as another surge of heat hit me. He wasn't deep, but he didn't need to be. I pulled him down on top of me, grasping his shoulders, my chin at his shoulder. I whispered into his ear, closed my eyes, and let heaven take me. Robb I undressed her and marveled at her beautiful curves as they appeared with the removal of each article of clothing. I was almost in a daze as we slipped under the sheets, the feel of her skin against mine as she snuggled in against me was indescrible. The tip of my penis was so sensitive I was glad she wasn't making but minimal contact. We kissed, each kiss sweet and firm that excited her even more as her fingers explored. She quickly moved beneath me, placing me at her opening, guiding me. I had hardly moved downward when she pushed upward driving me inside. She gasped, then grasped my hips and pulled me down onto her just a little more. Another gasp, my movement slick and smooth. It was time to settle down onto her and give myself rest, the stimulation intense as she was tight. I didn't want to go off, I fought to keep control as she moved below me. It felt absolutely incredible. Had she felt this way the first time? I couldn't remember as the situation had been so different, my concentration focused differently. It was no more than a dozen thrusts later when she grasped my shoulders and stiffened beneath me with a small moan, then lay still, breathing deeply. I felt her relax and exhale slowly. I thrust a few more times and found she was so slick I didn't get any stimulation. I smiled to myself, she really was sensitive this time, more than I was. I pulled out and lay down next to her as pleased as I had ever been. She was going to be mine. Wendy From the very first it felt incredibly good. He had barely established a rhythm when I felt myself come to the edge, then tighten around him as a huge wave of pleasure took me. I couldn't believe it, I had never in my life orgasmed so quickly. I felt him start to move in and out a little and couldn't feel a thing in my wetness. “Did you come?” I asked not knowing if he had. “No, didn't have time. Glad you did beautiful.” “I'm sorry. That has never happened before. It felt the best ever.” “Don't you dare say you're sorry he chided. Our first date, our first time in bed, and you have your first orgasm. That's a good start in my book.” It was strange. He said it was our first time in bed, only it wasn't. Unless he meant the woman that night was someone who had taken over my body for her own reasons. He viewed me as a new woman and the thought thrilled me. I was a new woman for him, the other had faded away, never to return. I felt him pull me close and I snuggled into him not knowing what to say. I remembered enough about our first time and he had gotten me there both times. He had felt large when he entered me this time and that I didn't remember from before. Still, I felt badly–a man almost always has an orgasm. Then I had a sense of insecurity–maybe I wasn't tight enough. I whispered into his hair, “I was tight enough wasn't I?” “You're perfect, don't think you're not. Are you ready to call it a night?” “No, not until I satisfy you.” “You already have.” “No, you know what I mean. I'm ready right now if you are.” “I just thought of something. Are you going to stay all night?” “Yes, I mean if you want me to.” “Then you should call Clara and tell her so she won't worry about you.” Wendy It was already after ten and I wasn't sure Clara would pick up so I expected to send a text if I didn't connect. I was surprised when she picked up after three rings. “Hey girl! How did it go?” “Good, I mean it was amazing. I'll tell about it later. I wanted you to know I won't be home tonight.” “I didn't expect you to be. But, thanks for thinking to call me,” she chuckled. “You didn't expect me to come home? I asked confused. "I saw the way both of you looked at one another. He is so in love with you and you stood there like a love-starved puppy looking at him.” I felt myself flush, happy she couldn't see me wrapped in a towel. “Have a good night and if you do it enough times you'll sleep well. You can tell me about it later. Good night.” “Good night,” I replied feeling as if I had bared my soul. Chapter 13 Contentment and a New Life I walked back into the bedroom and slipped into bed and into Robb's arms. Needless to say it was late before we fell asleep. I was so pleased with how much fun sex was–the best ever actually. The amazing thing was I didn't have to beg for what I wanted. Things my ex would never agree to. If it was something other than a penis shoved into me he wouldn't even try. If I asked, Robb gave, then I gave in return. We went forward with the expectation of mutual gratification. When we engaged in intercourse before calling it quits for the night I rode him and reveled in watching him climax. Damn if he didn't make me happy. When I woke in the morning I felt rejuvenated, my life transformed. I tried not to make more out of it then what was, but how could I not? I had memories of how much in love I had been before I was married and how blind I had been. I wasn't anxious to repeat that mistake. I was still gun shy I guess. I was lying with my eyes closed thinking when I felt a hand come to rest on my stomach. Robb rolled toward me. I moved my hand and placed it over his as I felt myself warm with the thought I might enjoy another round. I was surprised at what he asked me. “No second thoughts, regrets?” I opened my eyes, “Second thoughts? Only that I'm glad you're been so patient with me. I know I've had my ups and downs. I took you for quite a ride those first few months. Regrets? Yes, I have a few of those too. But, none of them pertain to you unless you consider I wish I'd met you years ago.” “Wendy, I'm not moving too fast for you am I? I don't know what happened yesterday for sure. The thing was, when you opened the door for me and I saw you standing there… well… I guess it changed me. I didn't feel I should be so cautious anymore. I felt I needed you to know how much I adore you and how talented you are as a woman. I've watched you grow at work, at the food coop, and when we've been together. I know I have my faults, but you seem to have accepted me despite them.” I rolled toward him, placing his hand on my hip. “Being married once taught me things that help put things into perspective. I can live with your flaws, they aren't things that really matter. You've proven you're willing to try and change when I explain what bothers me. I hope I do the same for you.” Before he could say anything I went on. “The fact that we've had disagreements and worked through them isn't lost on me. I lived with a man who didn't know how to compromise. You don't lecture me, you value my opinions, and respect me. Honey, you aren't perfect and I'm not expecting you to be, I'm not either. What you offer me is more than enough and I've come to love you for what you are. I hope my telling you I love you isn't too soon.” He looked at me with a wry smile, “Wow! I should have asked you out on a date months ago.” I swatted at him laughing. “I'm glad you didn't as sex was the frosting on the cake, and I love cake. I was still on a diet months ago and I wouldn't have been ready.” _ It was a month later when we visited my parents and I introduced Robb to them. I had talked with my parents often and told them I was dating Robb to prepare them. The two days we spent with them went well and before we left to return home my mother told me she thought Robb was very nice. Coming from my mother that was high praise, and I took comfort in it. I had watched my father and Robb interact and could tell there was good chemistry between them–something missing from my marriage. We visited with his brother Ted, his wife, Alisa, and their two children. They were a happy family and I could see the two of us in the same light. I felt like I belonged and it made me incredibly happy to be fully accepted. Two months later, I moved out of Clara's apartment and into my own. I received a promotion at work and Robb had been very proud of my achievement. It was the small things he noticed and appreciated about me that drew us closer. He knew my likes and dislikes, the small gifts he gave me showed me he did. We went out with our friends and he teased me, whispering into my ear I was the smartest and sexiest woman there. He delighted in me and I found I delighted in him. He proposed one evening as we walked in the park where we had first met. I cried with joy, not able to stop myself. He took me into his arms and held me until I stopped. We had come full circle. We never spoke of that first day and night together. There was no need, we both knew what we had now wouldn't be if he hadn't been there for me. I would have been a grim statistic, nothing more. My ex had thought I was having an affair with a man in the park. He had been wrong about that until the day I found him with that woman in our own home. It was ironic, my desire to punish my ex for his sinful acts led to my own sins. Though I never once considered it a sin in my own mind. It was his belief system that brought me to a place where I rejected religion altogether as a meaningful part of my life. No God, no sin. It was that simple for me. Robb and I were married in a small ceremony with our immediate family and close friends two months later, and moved into a home suitable for a small family. We both had saved most of our earnings and were comfortable right from the start. Two years after we married I was pregnant. I had never seen Robb smile more than when I told him we were expecting. On our third visit with the doctor he was very excited when the doctor revealed we were going to have twins. He teased me that I had found another way to cut expenses by having two at one time. My god how I loved that man. He was with me in the operating room holding my hand when Tina and Evan entered the world. I was tired after a long labor. After I delivered I gave him a weary smile as he caressed my hand. Later, when I was in my hospital room and alone he looked at me as he held my hand, caressing it ever so gently. “Thank you,” he said quietly. I looked at him puzzled. “For what?” “For being my wife and the mother of my children. I love you.” I felt tears roll down my cheeks. He was there to wipe them away, even though they were tears of joy. _ Fifteen years later Tina was helping me in the kitchen to bake a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies. Evan was in the backyard playing catch with his father. “Mom, how did you and dad meet? Was it romantic?” The question stunned me, I hadn't expected it. Memories flashed through my mind. Memories I had pushed far away long ago. I finally looked at her with a smile. “Your father found me in the park after almost hitting me with a baseball, your cousin Ted was there. We seemed to hit it off after that.” “So, it wasn't romantic?” I gave her a kiss on the top of her head. “Not quite, the romance came later.” I pretended to have gotten something in my eye and dabbed away a tear. Yes, the romance did come later- as an affair of the heart that started in a park. by r a wallace for Literotica

Changing Perspective by r a wallace. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 9: Wendy I was lost in my thoughts as I waited on the park bench. Despite all that had happened here I found the park offered me a glimpse of what could be- parents with children, people walking dogs, laughter, and couples holding hands. When I saw Robb approach I felt the weight of the world come off my shoulders. His off-beat question made me laugh, it was the perfect introduction. “This may be your lucky day, Sir. It just so happens I require coffee frequently, though if anything, I'm addicted to weird men. Weird mind you, not strange.” “That does seem peculiar, weird, rather than strange. I'm not sure I know the difference.”“I think it would be worth discussing over a hot cup of coffee,” I quipped. “Indeed.” We started walking toward the coffee shop two blocks away. “So, how has your day gone?” he inquired pleasantly. “It's been pretty good. I'm caught up on my files, and the new one they gave me looks interesting. So, work is good. I called my lawyer and told him I want action, no more waiting for something to happen.” “Sounds like a good day,” he offered. I smiled. “The best part was finding a man who would buy me coffee and keep me company for a while.” “Hmmm, sounds as if it has been a productive day, does the guy know you favor your coffee black?” “Yes, I wonder what else he knows about me?” I giggled, which wasn't like me. “Oh, I think he loves your smile and that little dimple that shows up when you do- it makes his day. He likes your wavy black hair that frames your beautiful brown eyes. He knows you're smart and vulnerable, but you're willing to advocate for yourself, those kinds of things. He also thinks you're stronger than you give yourself credit for.” “Does he think I'm emotionally unstable?” I asked cautiously. He stopped walking, gently took my arm, and looked at me, “He thinks you're brave, resilient, angry, in pain, and want to be treated with respect and dignity. He thinks you're capable and willing to move your life forward at your own pace. He knows it takes time to get over some things and will give you all the time needed to find your way. He knows you're honest and that he can trust you. Unstable no, in transition, yes.” We started walking again and I felt tears come to my eyes. It felt good knowing someone actually understood me and the uncertainty that surrounded me. Clara had tried to console me, but some of the things she said, though well intended, told me she really didn't appreciate my circumstances. We stopped to cross the street and I glanced at Robb, he took my arm and pulled me onto the grass. “I think you can use a hug.” His arms came around me and I fell into him and closed my eyes. It felt so wonderful simply to be held. The affection warming me, after a minute he asked if I wanted to keep going. I nodded my head and mumbled I was. When we parted he was looking at me, his eyes were so caring. He took his hand and moved a few stray hairs from my cheek. “Where's the smile I came to see? A smile makes you glow, it brings out the wonderful woman I know is hiding behind those teary eyes.” I couldn't help but laugh a little, he made me feel good about myself. “It's here for you,” I said smiling. _ Wendy Two weeks later my lawyer called to say my husband had signed the divorce papers and he was filing them at the courthouse. “So, I'm free?” “Your marriage is dissolved and you are free to lead your life as you wish,” he replied. Only the financial dealings had to be completed and I would receive half of our marital assets. It was done, I was single again. I thanked him and told him to send me the final bill. That way the ordeal was over once and for all. I hung up and felt a weight come off my shoulders. I can't say I was euphoric at the news, but it was liberating. That part of my life was history and now I could look to the future. The next thing I did was pick up my phone and send a text to Robb. I was buying us dinner tonight. We had talked several times and gone for coffee once each week, all the while I felt a little apprehensive despite my best efforts not to be. I knew what they said about rebound relationships and I was leery of making a commitment of some kind. If there was one thing I wanted, and needed it was what I had gotten the first time I was with Robb. I know women aren't expected to want to have sex for the sole purpose of enjoying it. The stereotype had always bothered me, and the church women swore it belonged only within the confines of marriage as the good Lord intended. Well, I wasn't married anymore and my body told me in no uncertain terms what it wanted. I had squirmed in my seat both times as we sat having coffee together. Both times I wanted to reach across the table and kiss him until he took me on the floor. That fantasy had played out in my mind more than once over the last month. Robb When Wendy called and told me her marriage was over, the papers signed, I felt a sense of what? I wasn't sure other than I was happy her struggle to be free of her husband was over. But, what did it mean for me? After having coffee together the past two weeks we both knew she would be free soon and though we didn't come right out and say it, we knew it would change the way we saw one another. She had been relaxed more than ever and her sense of humor and demeanor made her even more attractive. Our first, and only, night together, came to me again and again. It would never be the same, at least the motivations wouldn't be. She had shown signs of confidence and independence once she had moved out of the house with her husband. She had the maturity that comes with being married and of dealing with all the emotions that such a breakup creates. Wendy had become far more willing to touch me and she flirted more than ever. We kept our boundaries intact based upon her married status. Now, she wasn't married and she could do whatever she wanted with her life. For the first time I wondered if my utility to her was at an end. I had to admit to myself I didn't want it to be. I knew that I should be patient and not to rush into anything. She might be single now, but I was sure her husband had caused emotional damage she had yet to recognize and deal with. It was best I tread carefully for both our sakes. Wendy I got off of work and hurried home to freshen up. I had texted Clara and gave her the news my divorce was finalized. When she walked in the door as I came out of the bathroom she looked at me with a broad smile. “You look pretty chipper I must say. I'm sure it feels good to be free of that bastard.” “I do feel good. I'm taking Robb out to dinner tonight to celebrate. I'm wouldn't have made it this far without his help, or yours other. But, I don't want to even think about Cecil… err… ex husband now. He's history and I want to move on.” “Okay, no more about ‘him'. You know it will be different with Robb now that you're single again. I mean you haven't slept with him yet. I hope he doesn't expect you'll want to hop right into bed with him now that you can.” My mind froze. I had slept with him, but I… oh my god! I knew I wanted to again. Was it a good idea? It would be different. What was I thinking? “I don't think it will be a problem. He hasn't given me any indication he's looking for that.” “He does like you doesn't he? I mean you keep seeing one another and it suggests to me there's something more between the two of you.” I felt my stomach tighten as my mind raced to formulate a response that didn't reveal my infidelity while I was married. I'd never been a good liar. “I think there is a special bond between us. He helped me over the toughest part of my divorce. I guess I can honestly say I wouldn't have seen it through to the end without him.” I looked at my watch and told her I had to get going if I were to be on time. I heard her tell me she hoped I would have a good time tonight. I hoped so too now that she had pointed out the basis of our relationship would change. It hadn't occurred to me that it would, though I should have known better. I walked out to my car and drove to the park after I decided I should tell my parents the divorce was completed. They had always thought my husband was a good match for me and when I told them I wanted out they were unhappy. It was one of the reasons I had stayed in the marriage and tried to work things out as long as I had. I could tell my mother was resigned to the reality as I hung up. I had my life back and I was going to make it my own. I'd been too immature to ignore their feelings in the past and I was determined I would be my own person from here on out. I left the park and headed to the restaurant to meet Robb. I was a little late, the conversation with my mother took longer than expected. When I walked to the entrance and saw Robb's smile as I approached I felt fluttery inside. Damn he looked handsome as my eyes swept over him. I felt a little awkward once I stopped in front of him, not knowing exactly what I should say, or do. I could hug and kiss him now if I wanted and not feel guilty, or ashamed. I was trying to wrap my head around the concept when he held out his hand for mine. “You look wonderful. I like the necklace, especially where it enters your cleavage,” he said with a mischievous expression. I felt my face flush red, something I wasn't prone to do. “Sorry! I didn't mean to embarrass you.” “Thank you,” I stammered, “I mean for noticing the necklace, not the other things.” “I'll try to be more considerate,” he replied quietly as he held my hand. I was flustered, feeling like my first date in high school. “You're considerate enough.” We sat down at a table and ordered our food. I avoided any mention of my ex-husband, saying only this dinner was in celebration of the start of a new life. Our conversation was light, refreshing, and he told me his parents would be visiting him in a few weeks. When I asked if he were on good terms with them he smiled. “I'm still the apple of my mother's eyes and dad is proud of the work I do, even though he doesn't understand much about computers. So, I would say I'm doing pretty well.” “Do they say anything about not being married?” “No, not really. I mean they were disappointed when I stopped seeing my last girlfriend as they hoped I would propose to her.” “Why didn't you?” I asked cautiously, not sure I should ask. But, he had brought it up, not me. “She was unfaithful,” his voice with a hint of sadness. “I'm sorry.” I said honestly. “I wanted you to know at least that much in case it comes up in the future.” Maybe I was making more out of his statement then he intended, but it seemed as if he expected we would have a future relationship of some kind. It made me feel good thinking it could happen. We finished our meal after having decided we would take a walk afterward, dropping my car at his apartment as he would drive to the river walk not far away. There wasn't any indication Robb felt out of sorts as I paid the bill before we left, though he did ask if he could leave the tip and I agreed. It was very generous and I was sure it was because the young lady that waited on us was quite attractive. It made me feel like an old married lady at 26. He saw my expression as he placed the money in the middle of the table, and gave me a shy smile. “She did a good job and deserves it. In terms of what you're thinking, you would have gotten a larger tip.” I chuckled, “You don't know exactly what I'm thinking.” “Oh, men are simple enough. We like good looking women and don't hide it very well when we do. In your case, I don't intend to hide it.” Again, I felt myself blush. My ex had seldom ever said something so bold, or truthful when it came to the way he viewed me, or any other woman. Robb's ability and willingness to be open was refreshing. “You know you surprise me with your honesty, but then I think you know I'm attracted to you.” He smiled, but didn't say anything, so I continued. “Men are just as different as any woman. I'm not blind, I see the way you look at me and know you find me attractive. What makes you different is that you're open about it. I'm not into playing games and I don't think you are either.” Chapter 10: I Have A Past After dropping my car off I got into his car and we were on our way to the park along the river. I was so satisfied with how the evening had gone. We arrived at the park and started our walk following the path along the river. It was about twenty minutes later when I saw one of the church women approaching us as we walked hand in hand. She gave me a strange look, then stopped, indicating she wanted to speak to me. “Hi Sarah. Wonderful evening isn't it?” I said pleasantly. She looked Robb up and down, then looked back to me, and snarled. “I heard you got divorced. Didn't take long to find someone else to ride you did it?” I was shocked at her words. I was about to reply when Robb spoke. “If you're insinuating we've been having sex since her divorce you would be wrong. We haven't. Not that it's really any of your business. Now, if you're interested in being ridden we can talk about it. I may be able to fit you in, though there would be a small charge.” I felt a laugh start to form in my throat and did my best to stifle it. The look on her face went so red it seemed to glow. No words escaped her mouth though her jaw was working, her face agonized. “It would only be twenty dollars and I'm sure it wouldn't take long,” Robb added, his face serious. Sarah turned and walked away at a rapid pace without uttering another word. I looked at Robb and saw a smile cross his face. “Guess she wasn't interested,” he deadpanned. “Robb! She probably thinks I'm paying for it. You know that don't you?” I said half laughing. He looked at me, his smile even broader. “You Ms. Cummins will never have to pay a cent.” I took his arm and smiled. “I'm not Cummins anymore, I'm Brown, Wendy Brown.” “Well Ms. Brown, shall we continue our walk?” “I'd be delighted.” _ Wendy It was a month later and I saw Robb once or twice a week for coffee, though we talked on the phone at least five days a week. One night Clara suggested her boyfriend, Kevin, had a friend I might like and that we double-date. I wasn't sure, but after a few minutes decided I should do it to show my appreciation for what she and Kevin had done for me in the past. Kevin was a really nice guy and I got along with him well. I thought Clara had done well for herself. The night we went out was warm and I was wearing a tank top, shorts, and sandals. Tony was damn good looking and I was thrilled with the idea I'd be seen with such a good looking man. He was pleasant enough, though as we talked I found he was… well… shallow. He had no problem undressing me with his eyes. After all these past few months I was used to it, accepting it as the price I paid to dress as I chose now that I could be myself. He was kind of like my ex in a way. When he started asking about my religious views my hackles went up. It made me uncomfortable as that was how things had gone with my ex. Religion was never far away, even on our first few dates. I steered our conversation to other topics whenever it came up. He seemed to continue to jabber away about his faith group regardless. I finally mentioned to him I was helping out at the food bank on weekends and he seemed to take some interest in that. I breathed a sigh of relief. “Really, you work at the food bank? I hear those people simply don't want to work and take handouts.” I told him about the variety of people I met and how life had put them in rough straights for a while and they needed some help. He went on about how his church served food to the needy after they attended church service. Suggesting it was a small price to pay for what the Lord provided. I shut my mouth and didn't say another word. It was turning into a long night. Robb had gotten me involved in the food bank and I found the experience enjoyable. At the time it took me away from my own problems and made me appreciate other people had problems too. It was something I continued to do after my divorce. Robb and I would spend time together with people who had become friends. I noticed how several of the single women took an interest in Robb while he was there. He flirted a little with them, but he did with me too. It made me feel good to have his attention. I knew Clara was disappointed our date hadn't resulted in something better. But as time passed I discovered my friends always seemed to want to help me out. This took the form of trying to fix me up with a friend, or a relative. I knew they were well meaning, but after almost three months I was exhausted by their interest. I related this to Robb and he told me he had gone through the same thing after his breakup. That was a topic he didn't say much about. I was sure it was because he didn't want to burden me with what had been, or was, his problem. I had met his parents briefly months ago and he called one night to say they were coming the next day. “Wendy, would you be my date for dinner?” “You mean a real date?” I asked surprised as he had never used that term with me before. “Yes, a real date. I'll pay for your dinner and you can try to be nice to me the entire evening.” I laughed. “I'm always nice to you.” “Yeah, come to think of it you are. Well, you'll get a free meal out of the deal.” It was if he were asking me for a favor, as if I wouldn't be interested in dating him without his having an excuse. “I would be delighted. Where are we going?” I hung the up phone with a smile, it was one of the best restaurants in town. I was thrilled. Did I have something nice to wear? I would need a manicure for sure, pedicure? No, it was too cold for open-toed shoes, or sandals. I looked at what I had in my closet and decided I needed a new blouse that I could match with either a dress, or a pair of dress slacks. I had lost pounds over the past two months thanks to simply walking to the park and back to Clara's apartment. I heard Clara come in and told her Robb had asked me out. “I thought the two of you had a disagreement last week.” “We did, but we worked it out, neither of us can be right all of the time and… well… he was right this time.” “If this is a real date will this change your 'platonic' relationship? I know you have the hots for him, so don't deny it. Every guy you've gone out with you compare with him. Why don't you just admit it and get it over with? Girl it might help if you got some sack time with him. You know you're allowed to have sex with any man you want now.” “I don't know, maybe it will our relationship,” I replied thinking if she could see it others could too. I had kept it to hugs and a few kisses trying to avoid the rebound thing. But, she was right about the sex, I could really use a roll in the hay. The problem was my fantasies had all involved Robb over the last few months, my hand had gotten a lot of use, and my B.O.B was on its third set of batteries. The one night I had spent with Robb came to my mind constantly. Robb I hung up the phone and sat down, my heart beating hard. I had finally asked her out thinking enough time had passed and she wasn't in a rebound situation any longer. Our time together on the phone, at the food bank, and for coffee had shown me we didn't agree on everything. The important thing was we talked it out each time and respected, and liked each other afterward. I was over my ex and it appeared she was over hers. My parents knew I was spending time with her as I found myself mentioning her often in phone calls to my mother. I knew the one time she had met my parents she had made a positive impression. Not that my parents didn't express reservations about my spending time with a divorced woman. The suggestion, of course, was that I could do better with a woman that had never been married. That had been an interesting conversation and they had finally agreed she was nice enough once I reminded them my girlfriend had always been single. Wendy had a maturity about her that affected me as we spent more time together. I had experienced some ups and down with her following the divorce. All things I had read about and understood what was going on in general when it happened. I knew I was hooked on her once I started reading articles on how to date a divorced woman. Damn if the web didn't have something useful for a change. It provided me with the insight and tools to be patient and support her. Now, I hoped there was going to be more of a payoff. I walked into my bedroom, opened the top drawer of my dresser, and pulled the diamond engagement ring out and looked at it. I hadn't used it as I had planned. Now, I was thinking it would be appreciated if given to the right woman. I could see the smile in my mind it would bring to Wendy's face when I asked her to marry me. I also knew that if we started to date it would mean things that had been off the table as friends would now change. The mere thought made me hard, it had been a long time since… Wendy I waited for Robb to pick me up, feeling butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I was keyed up so much that Clara laughed at me good naturedly. “Wendy, stop your pacing. You look wonderful, it's not like you haven't spent time with him. You're going to blow his mind when he sees you dolled up this way.” “Do you really think so? I mean I'm trying to look a little less sexy as we're going out with his parents.” “You look beautiful. You can't hide that gorgeous figure and your makeup is perfect. Your eyes alone are going to slay him.” I heard the knock on the door, picked up my purse and light coat. I looked at Clara. “Well… here I go.” I opened the door to see Robb standing in a sports coat, slacks, his hair clean, and styled. I gasped quietly as I looked at him. I gave a smile not knowing what else to do. He looked at me and smiled as his eyes took me in, his gaze meeting mine. He just stood there looking at me. I felt a bit self-conscious. It was Clara that saved me as I was staring at him, speechless. “What do you think of your date Robb?” 'She's… she's fantastic. She's beautiful. She's a knockout.“ I managed to compose myself. "Is it cold enough for me to wear my coat?” “No, I think you'll be fine. It's mild out yet. I… I… just wasn't expecting you to… "You know you look quite handsome,” I offered. He reached for my hand with a smile, “Thank you. But, no one is going to notice me. Not with you standing beside me.” Stunned by the remark I simply stood there. “Have a good time you two,” as Clara shooed us out the door. I walked with Robb out to the car and got in after he opened the door for me. I automatically put my seat belt on and tried to collect myself. This was not at all what I expected to happen between us. I mean after seven months we had been together how many times? Dozens of times was all I could come up with. Sure I had used him in my mind more often than that, his image had served me well. When I looked over at him he was putting his seat belt on and when our eyes met mine he smiled, “Are you nervous?” I nodded my head. Was it that obvious? “I am too. Come on, you're met my parents before. It's going to be fine. We're making something out of nothing. More than it needs to be, though you look really nice tonight.” “Then why are we both feeling this way?” I asked. I don't know exactly. Do you think because we called it a date it makes a difference? “I feel different, that's all I can say. It's just different,” as he pulled the car out onto the street. When we arrived at the restaurant and walked in his parents were waiting in the foyer for us. Most of my nervousness had subsided as we had talked about nothing in particular on the way; small talk that seemed to settle both of us down. But, I couldn't help but feel I was seeing him in a different way than I had before. “Nice to see you again Wendy,” his mother offered as soon as we stopped in front of them. His father offered a similar comment and I found myself reaching for Robb's hand as I replied with a smile. It felt reassuring and natural, my heart told me I needed his touch. Robb I was pleased Wendy had agreed to go to dinner with me. I didn't mind going to dinner with my parents. In fact, I enjoyed my time with them. It was different after I broke up with my ex as before there was always something to talk about that spoke to the future. Once my relationship with her ended it seemed as if there was a expectation I had moved on. The last two times we visited there had been a void that begged to be filled when my mother asked if I were seeing anyone.. It was somewhat selfish of me to ask Wendy for a date to make things easier on myself. Though I had to admit there was more to it than that. I needed an excuse to change our relationship from what it was to something different. I liked her, I liked her a lot, and over the past few months it seemed as if she were ready for something more in her life. When she said yes it took hours for me to calm down when it was clear it was a date. For some reason calling it that made a difference. When she opened the door and I saw her standing there it hit me full force. She was gorgeous and well… she was… I don't know… another woman in a way I hadn't expected her to be. During dinner I couldn't help be impressed with how she presented herself in front of my parents. She was confident, respectful, and displayed her wonderful sense of humor. I could tell my parents were impressed with her this time. It was when she reached over to place her hand on mine that I knew she was comfortable with me in a new way. If she could have felt how hard my heart was beating after that brief touch she would have laughed at me for being so sensitive. We said goodbye to my parents and walked to my car hand in hand. How often had we walked that way together in the past? Now, it seemed just a little bit different and I couldn't understand why it should be. This while my heart was beating a tattoo in my chest. Chapter 11: Just A Speedbump Robb “Are you up for relaxing at my place for a while, or are you ready to head home.” “It's early yet, Friday night, and all I have planned for tomorrow is our shift at the food bank. I think I can force myself to spend a little more time with you,” she laughed. I had my hand on the car door ready to open it and when I turned her face was less than two feet away. I looked into her eyes and knew instantly, I had no choice, there was no decision to make, only an action to take. I tugged on her hand and she stepped closer, closed her eyes and our lips met firmly. My entire body felt as if it had flushed bright red, the excitement raging within me as our lips held, our breathing heavy. The world faded away and all that remained the taste of her lips, the smell of her hair, and the pressure of her body against mine. Wendy It had been a wonderful evening. His parents were wonderful, the food sumptuous, and Robb had been every bit the gentleman. Not that he hadn't always been, but there was something special about the way he looked at me. When I touched his hand as I laughed a surge of electricity coursed through me and I quickly placed my hand in my lap. I sought to catch my breath without revealing what had happened. I was waiting for him to open the car door when I felt the first drop of rain on my hand. It was starting to sprinkle as he turned to me. I felt my heart skip a beat, then another as I looked into his eyes. I didn't think, I wanted him, I wanted his lips on mine, and there was no reason to deny myself. I pushed my lips onto his and felt my entire body shiver with delight. I was whisked away by a hint of cologne, his strong arms around me, the feel of cool drops of rain on my skin as I felt my knees go weak as his passion consumed me. A gust of wind and rain broke our kiss. I opened my eyes to see him smiling, those wonderful eyes looking into mine. They had told me time and again he cared for me and now I fully believed it. I laughed, as if I'd been freed from some invisible trap, now free to be myself and to love. He laughed with me as he moved me into the car as the rain suddenly came pelting down. Once in the car I had all I could do to keep my hands from clutching him, to draw him close to share another kiss. His hand came to take mine and we held hands as he drove. Once at his apartment we made a mad dash for the door through a downpour. Once inside we stood looking at one another. His hand came to the side of my face and I closed my eyes, once again taken away as my passion for him erupted, a low moan escaped my lips, a perfect form of communication suited to the fire burning inside me. We clutched at each other, hands seeking to find a place to pull us so close we would fuse into one being. Our breathing heavy as our lips sought to convey our desires. Slowly, he pulled away. “Am I being too brash for a first date?” “No, am I too easy for a first date?” “No. I would never think you're not entitled to express your needs and desires as you need to.” I smiled at him coyly. “I'll never tell anyone you took me on our first date. Promise.” Chapter 12: A True Union It was as if we had never been in bed together before, as if the way we first met didn't mean a thing. He took my hand and led me to the bedroom and started to undress me as I did the same to him. My hands were shaking as I pulled his zipper down, my body tingled hot all over. I was so ready, a hot ache grew steadily beneath my bush. I slipped under the sheets as he followed and I snuggled into him and I heard his voice softly in my ear. “Are you alright?” “Yes, slow and easy if we can. I'm really sensitive. Can I feel you first?” I asked in a hush as if that would somehow make it more erotic. “Yes, my god you feel so wonderful, so soft,” he whispered in my ear. I moved my hand downward, found his penis, closed my fingers around it gently, and moved my hand down to his scrotum, feeling its texture sent another hot tingle rushing to my bush. I was breathing hard as my fingers gently explored, my mind filled in what I could feel. It had been so long since I had grasped a man this way. The sensations that filled me spoke to my eager anticipation of what I would experience. His hand caressed my breast and I closed my eyes feeling his firm member as it overfilled my hand. It was minutes before my hand left him. I moved to kiss him, pressing my pussy against his hip as our lips met as my passion began to spill over. The hot ache had turned to a thrumming feeling and I couldn't wait any longer. “I need you inside slow and easy,” I whispered as I moved beside him. I watched as he pulled the sheets back and came over me as I spread my legs wide. I felt a big shiver as he moved over me. I wasted no time in placing him. His first push sent him just inside, I felt a huge rush of pleasure that made me gasp. Before he could ask I offered. “I'm fine. Keep going, it feels good.” I felt a little less pressure, then another pleasurable surge as he pushed deeper. Another gasp as it felt do damned good. I looked up smiling an invitation for more. He pulled out a little, then slowly lowered himself down, filling me. I grasped his hips and hitched my pelvis under him feeling another series of sensations as I placed myself where it felt best. I was going to move under him again when he hitched up slightly hitting my sweet spot. I couldn't help but push up against him as another surge of heat hit me. He wasn't deep, but he didn't need to be. I pulled him down on top of me, grasping his shoulders, my chin at his shoulder. I whispered into his ear, closed my eyes, and let heaven take me. Robb I undressed her and marveled at her beautiful curves as they appeared with the removal of each article of clothing. I was almost in a daze as we slipped under the sheets, the feel of her skin against mine as she snuggled in against me was indescrible. The tip of my penis was so sensitive I was glad she wasn't making but minimal contact. We kissed, each kiss sweet and firm that excited her even more as her fingers explored. She quickly moved beneath me, placing me at her opening, guiding me. I had hardly moved downward when she pushed upward driving me inside. She gasped, then grasped my hips and pulled me down onto her just a little more. Another gasp, my movement slick and smooth. It was time to settle down onto her and give myself rest, the stimulation intense as she was tight. I didn't want to go off, I fought to keep control as she moved below me. It felt absolutely incredible. Had she felt this way the first time? I couldn't remember as the situation had been so different, my concentration focused differently. It was no more than a dozen thrusts later when she grasped my shoulders and stiffened beneath me with a small moan, then lay still, breathing deeply. I felt her relax and exhale slowly. I thrust a few more times and found she was so slick I didn't get any stimulation. I smiled to myself, she really was sensitive this time, more than I was. I pulled out and lay down next to her as pleased as I had ever been. She was going to be mine. Wendy From the very first it felt incredibly good. He had barely established a rhythm when I felt myself come to the edge, then tighten around him as a huge wave of pleasure took me. I couldn't believe it, I had never in my life orgasmed so quickly. I felt him start to move in and out a little and couldn't feel a thing in my wetness. “Did you come?” I asked not knowing if he had. “No, didn't have time. Glad you did beautiful.” “I'm sorry. That has never happened before. It felt the best ever.” “Don't you dare say you're sorry he chided. Our first date, our first time in bed, and you have your first orgasm. That's a good start in my book.” It was strange. He said it was our first time in bed, only it wasn't. Unless he meant the woman that night was someone who had taken over my body for her own reasons. He viewed me as a new woman and the thought thrilled me. I was a new woman for him, the other had faded away, never to return. I felt him pull me close and I snuggled into him not knowing what to say. I remembered enough about our first time and he had gotten me there both times. He had felt large when he entered me this time and that I didn't remember from before. Still, I felt badly–a man almost always has an orgasm. Then I had a sense of insecurity–maybe I wasn't tight enough. I whispered into his hair, “I was tight enough wasn't I?” “You're perfect, don't think you're not. Are you ready to call it a night?” “No, not until I satisfy you.” “You already have.” “No, you know what I mean. I'm ready right now if you are.” “I just thought of something. Are you going to stay all night?” “Yes, I mean if you want me to.” “Then you should call Clara and tell her so she won't worry about you.” Wendy It was already after ten and I wasn't sure Clara would pick up so I expected to send a text if I didn't connect. I was surprised when she picked up after three rings. “Hey girl! How did it go?” “Good, I mean it was amazing. I'll tell about it later. I wanted you to know I won't be home tonight.” “I didn't expect you to be. But, thanks for thinking to call me,” she chuckled. “You didn't expect me to come home? I asked confused. "I saw the way both of you looked at one another. He is so in love with you and you stood there like a love-starved puppy looking at him.” I felt myself flush, happy she couldn't see me wrapped in a towel. “Have a good night and if you do it enough times you'll sleep well. You can tell me about it later. Good night.” “Good night,” I replied feeling as if I had bared my soul. Chapter 13 Contentment and a New Life I walked back into the bedroom and slipped into bed and into Robb's arms. Needless to say it was late before we fell asleep. I was so pleased with how much fun sex was–the best ever actually. The amazing thing was I didn't have to beg for what I wanted. Things my ex would never agree to. If it was something other than a penis shoved into me he wouldn't even try. If I asked, Robb gave, then I gave in return. We went forward with the expectation of mutual gratification. When we engaged in intercourse before calling it quits for the night I rode him and reveled in watching him climax. Damn if he didn't make me happy. When I woke in the morning I felt rejuvenated, my life transformed. I tried not to make more out of it then what was, but how could I not? I had memories of how much in love I had been before I was married and how blind I had been. I wasn't anxious to repeat that mistake. I was still gun shy I guess. I was lying with my eyes closed thinking when I felt a hand come to rest on my stomach. Robb rolled toward me. I moved my hand and placed it over his as I felt myself warm with the thought I might enjoy another round. I was surprised at what he asked me. “No second thoughts, regrets?” I opened my eyes, “Second thoughts? Only that I'm glad you're been so patient with me. I know I've had my ups and downs. I took you for quite a ride those first few months. Regrets? Yes, I have a few of those too. But, none of them pertain to you unless you consider I wish I'd met you years ago.” “Wendy, I'm not moving too fast for you am I? I don't know what happened yesterday for sure. The thing was, when you opened the door for me and I saw you standing there… well… I guess it changed me. I didn't feel I should be so cautious anymore. I felt I needed you to know how much I adore you and how talented you are as a woman. I've watched you grow at work, at the food coop, and when we've been together. I know I have my faults, but you seem to have accepted me despite them.” I rolled toward him, placing his hand on my hip. “Being married once taught me things that help put things into perspective. I can live with your flaws, they aren't things that really matter. You've proven you're willing to try and change when I explain what bothers me. I hope I do the same for you.” Before he could say anything I went on. “The fact that we've had disagreements and worked through them isn't lost on me. I lived with a man who didn't know how to compromise. You don't lecture me, you value my opinions, and respect me. Honey, you aren't perfect and I'm not expecting you to be, I'm not either. What you offer me is more than enough and I've come to love you for what you are. I hope my telling you I love you isn't too soon.” He looked at me with a wry smile, “Wow! I should have asked you out on a date months ago.” I swatted at him laughing. “I'm glad you didn't as sex was the frosting on the cake, and I love cake. I was still on a diet months ago and I wouldn't have been ready.” _ It was a month later when we visited my parents and I introduced Robb to them. I had talked with my parents often and told them I was dating Robb to prepare them. The two days we spent with them went well and before we left to return home my mother told me she thought Robb was very nice. Coming from my mother that was high praise, and I took comfort in it. I had watched my father and Robb interact and could tell there was good chemistry between them–something missing from my marriage. We visited with his brother Ted, his wife, Alisa, and their two children. They were a happy family and I could see the two of us in the same light. I felt like I belonged and it made me incredibly happy to be fully accepted. Two months later, I moved out of Clara's apartment and into my own. I received a promotion at work and Robb had been very proud of my achievement. It was the small things he noticed and appreciated about me that drew us closer. He knew my likes and dislikes, the small gifts he gave me showed me he did. We went out with our friends and he teased me, whispering into my ear I was the smartest and sexiest woman there. He delighted in me and I found I delighted in him. He proposed one evening as we walked in the park where we had first met. I cried with joy, not able to stop myself. He took me into his arms and held me until I stopped. We had come full circle. We never spoke of that first day and night together. There was no need, we both knew what we had now wouldn't be if he hadn't been there for me. I would have been a grim statistic, nothing more. My ex had thought I was having an affair with a man in the park. He had been wrong about that until the day I found him with that woman in our own home. It was ironic, my desire to punish my ex for his sinful acts led to my own sins. Though I never once considered it a sin in my own mind. It was his belief system that brought me to a place where I rejected religion altogether as a meaningful part of my life. No God, no sin. It was that simple for me. Robb and I were married in a small ceremony with our immediate family and close friends two months later, and moved into a home suitable for a small family. We both had saved most of our earnings and were comfortable right from the start. Two years after we married I was pregnant. I had never seen Robb smile more than when I told him we were expecting. On our third visit with the doctor he was very excited when the doctor revealed we were going to have twins. He teased me that I had found another way to cut expenses by having two at one time. My god how I loved that man. He was with me in the operating room holding my hand when Tina and Evan entered the world. I was tired after a long labor. After I delivered I gave him a weary smile as he caressed my hand. Later, when I was in my hospital room and alone he looked at me as he held my hand, caressing it ever so gently. “Thank you,” he said quietly. I looked at him puzzled. “For what?” “For being my wife and the mother of my children. I love you.” I felt tears roll down my cheeks. He was there to wipe them away, even though they were tears of joy. _ Fifteen years later Tina was helping me in the kitchen to bake a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies. Evan was in the backyard playing catch with his father. “Mom, how did you and dad meet? Was it romantic?” The question stunned me, I hadn't expected it. Memories flashed through my mind. Memories I had pushed far away long ago. I finally looked at her with a smile. “Your father found me in the park after almost hitting me with a baseball, your cousin Ted was there. We seemed to hit it off after that.” “So, it wasn't romantic?” I gave her a kiss on the top of her head. “Not quite, the romance came later.” I pretended to have gotten something in my eye and dabbed away a tear. Yes, the romance did come later- as an affair of the heart that started in a park. by r a wallace for Literotica

Changing Perspective by r a wallace. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 9: Wendy I was lost in my thoughts as I waited on the park bench. Despite all that had happened here I found the park offered me a glimpse of what could be- parents with children, people walking dogs, laughter, and couples holding hands. When I saw Robb approach I felt the weight of the world come off my shoulders. His off-beat question made me laugh, it was the perfect introduction. “This may be your lucky day, Sir. It just so happens I require coffee frequently, though if anything, I'm addicted to weird men. Weird mind you, not strange.” “That does seem peculiar, weird, rather than strange. I'm not sure I know the difference.”“I think it would be worth discussing over a hot cup of coffee,” I quipped. “Indeed.” We started walking toward the coffee shop two blocks away. “So, how has your day gone?” he inquired pleasantly. “It's been pretty good. I'm caught up on my files, and the new one they gave me looks interesting. So, work is good. I called my lawyer and told him I want action, no more waiting for something to happen.” “Sounds like a good day,” he offered. I smiled. “The best part was finding a man who would buy me coffee and keep me company for a while.” “Hmmm, sounds as if it has been a productive day, does the guy know you favor your coffee black?” “Yes, I wonder what else he knows about me?” I giggled, which wasn't like me. “Oh, I think he loves your smile and that little dimple that shows up when you do- it makes his day. He likes your wavy black hair that frames your beautiful brown eyes. He knows you're smart and vulnerable, but you're willing to advocate for yourself, those kinds of things. He also thinks you're stronger than you give yourself credit for.” “Does he think I'm emotionally unstable?” I asked cautiously. He stopped walking, gently took my arm, and looked at me, “He thinks you're brave, resilient, angry, in pain, and want to be treated with respect and dignity. He thinks you're capable and willing to move your life forward at your own pace. He knows it takes time to get over some things and will give you all the time needed to find your way. He knows you're honest and that he can trust you. Unstable no, in transition, yes.” We started walking again and I felt tears come to my eyes. It felt good knowing someone actually understood me and the uncertainty that surrounded me. Clara had tried to console me, but some of the things she said, though well intended, told me she really didn't appreciate my circumstances. We stopped to cross the street and I glanced at Robb, he took my arm and pulled me onto the grass. “I think you can use a hug.” His arms came around me and I fell into him and closed my eyes. It felt so wonderful simply to be held. The affection warming me, after a minute he asked if I wanted to keep going. I nodded my head and mumbled I was. When we parted he was looking at me, his eyes were so caring. He took his hand and moved a few stray hairs from my cheek. “Where's the smile I came to see? A smile makes you glow, it brings out the wonderful woman I know is hiding behind those teary eyes.” I couldn't help but laugh a little, he made me feel good about myself. “It's here for you,” I said smiling. _ Wendy Two weeks later my lawyer called to say my husband had signed the divorce papers and he was filing them at the courthouse. “So, I'm free?” “Your marriage is dissolved and you are free to lead your life as you wish,” he replied. Only the financial dealings had to be completed and I would receive half of our marital assets. It was done, I was single again. I thanked him and told him to send me the final bill. That way the ordeal was over once and for all. I hung up and felt a weight come off my shoulders. I can't say I was euphoric at the news, but it was liberating. That part of my life was history and now I could look to the future. The next thing I did was pick up my phone and send a text to Robb. I was buying us dinner tonight. We had talked several times and gone for coffee once each week, all the while I felt a little apprehensive despite my best efforts not to be. I knew what they said about rebound relationships and I was leery of making a commitment of some kind. If there was one thing I wanted, and needed it was what I had gotten the first time I was with Robb. I know women aren't expected to want to have sex for the sole purpose of enjoying it. The stereotype had always bothered me, and the church women swore it belonged only within the confines of marriage as the good Lord intended. Well, I wasn't married anymore and my body told me in no uncertain terms what it wanted. I had squirmed in my seat both times as we sat having coffee together. Both times I wanted to reach across the table and kiss him until he took me on the floor. That fantasy had played out in my mind more than once over the last month. Robb When Wendy called and told me her marriage was over, the papers signed, I felt a sense of what? I wasn't sure other than I was happy her struggle to be free of her husband was over. But, what did it mean for me? After having coffee together the past two weeks we both knew she would be free soon and though we didn't come right out and say it, we knew it would change the way we saw one another. She had been relaxed more than ever and her sense of humor and demeanor made her even more attractive. Our first, and only, night together, came to me again and again. It would never be the same, at least the motivations wouldn't be. She had shown signs of confidence and independence once she had moved out of the house with her husband. She had the maturity that comes with being married and of dealing with all the emotions that such a breakup creates. Wendy had become far more willing to touch me and she flirted more than ever. We kept our boundaries intact based upon her married status. Now, she wasn't married and she could do whatever she wanted with her life. For the first time I wondered if my utility to her was at an end. I had to admit to myself I didn't want it to be. I knew that I should be patient and not to rush into anything. She might be single now, but I was sure her husband had caused emotional damage she had yet to recognize and deal with. It was best I tread carefully for both our sakes. Wendy I got off of work and hurried home to freshen up. I had texted Clara and gave her the news my divorce was finalized. When she walked in the door as I came out of the bathroom she looked at me with a broad smile. “You look pretty chipper I must say. I'm sure it feels good to be free of that bastard.” “I do feel good. I'm taking Robb out to dinner tonight to celebrate. I'm wouldn't have made it this far without his help, or yours other. But, I don't want to even think about Cecil… err… ex husband now. He's history and I want to move on.” “Okay, no more about ‘him'. You know it will be different with Robb now that you're single again. I mean you haven't slept with him yet. I hope he doesn't expect you'll want to hop right into bed with him now that you can.” My mind froze. I had slept with him, but I… oh my god! I knew I wanted to again. Was it a good idea? It would be different. What was I thinking? “I don't think it will be a problem. He hasn't given me any indication he's looking for that.” “He does like you doesn't he? I mean you keep seeing one another and it suggests to me there's something more between the two of you.” I felt my stomach tighten as my mind raced to formulate a response that didn't reveal my infidelity while I was married. I'd never been a good liar. “I think there is a special bond between us. He helped me over the toughest part of my divorce. I guess I can honestly say I wouldn't have seen it through to the end without him.” I looked at my watch and told her I had to get going if I were to be on time. I heard her tell me she hoped I would have a good time tonight. I hoped so too now that she had pointed out the basis of our relationship would change. It hadn't occurred to me that it would, though I should have known better. I walked out to my car and drove to the park after I decided I should tell my parents the divorce was completed. They had always thought my husband was a good match for me and when I told them I wanted out they were unhappy. It was one of the reasons I had stayed in the marriage and tried to work things out as long as I had. I could tell my mother was resigned to the reality as I hung up. I had my life back and I was going to make it my own. I'd been too immature to ignore their feelings in the past and I was determined I would be my own person from here on out. I left the park and headed to the restaurant to meet Robb. I was a little late, the conversation with my mother took longer than expected. When I walked to the entrance and saw Robb's smile as I approached I felt fluttery inside. Damn he looked handsome as my eyes swept over him. I felt a little awkward once I stopped in front of him, not knowing exactly what I should say, or do. I could hug and kiss him now if I wanted and not feel guilty, or ashamed. I was trying to wrap my head around the concept when he held out his hand for mine. “You look wonderful. I like the necklace, especially where it enters your cleavage,” he said with a mischievous expression. I felt my face flush red, something I wasn't prone to do. “Sorry! I didn't mean to embarrass you.” “Thank you,” I stammered, “I mean for noticing the necklace, not the other things.” “I'll try to be more considerate,” he replied quietly as he held my hand. I was flustered, feeling like my first date in high school. “You're considerate enough.” We sat down at a table and ordered our food. I avoided any mention of my ex-husband, saying only this dinner was in celebration of the start of a new life. Our conversation was light, refreshing, and he told me his parents would be visiting him in a few weeks. When I asked if he were on good terms with them he smiled. “I'm still the apple of my mother's eyes and dad is proud of the work I do, even though he doesn't understand much about computers. So, I would say I'm doing pretty well.” “Do they say anything about not being married?” “No, not really. I mean they were disappointed when I stopped seeing my last girlfriend as they hoped I would propose to her.” “Why didn't you?” I asked cautiously, not sure I should ask. But, he had brought it up, not me. “She was unfaithful,” his voice with a hint of sadness. “I'm sorry.” I said honestly. “I wanted you to know at least that much in case it comes up in the future.” Maybe I was making more out of his statement then he intended, but it seemed as if he expected we would have a future relationship of some kind. It made me feel good thinking it could happen. We finished our meal after having decided we would take a walk afterward, dropping my car at his apartment as he would drive to the river walk not far away. There wasn't any indication Robb felt out of sorts as I paid the bill before we left, though he did ask if he could leave the tip and I agreed. It was very generous and I was sure it was because the young lady that waited on us was quite attractive. It made me feel like an old married lady at 26. He saw my expression as he placed the money in the middle of the table, and gave me a shy smile. “She did a good job and deserves it. In terms of what you're thinking, you would have gotten a larger tip.” I chuckled, “You don't know exactly what I'm thinking.” “Oh, men are simple enough. We like good looking women and don't hide it very well when we do. In your case, I don't intend to hide it.” Again, I felt myself blush. My ex had seldom ever said something so bold, or truthful when it came to the way he viewed me, or any other woman. Robb's ability and willingness to be open was refreshing. “You know you surprise me with your honesty, but then I think you know I'm attracted to you.” He smiled, but didn't say anything, so I continued. “Men are just as different as any woman. I'm not blind, I see the way you look at me and know you find me attractive. What makes you different is that you're open about it. I'm not into playing games and I don't think you are either.” Chapter 10: I Have A Past After dropping my car off I got into his car and we were on our way to the park along the river. I was so satisfied with how the evening had gone. We arrived at the park and started our walk following the path along the river. It was about twenty minutes later when I saw one of the church women approaching us as we walked hand in hand. She gave me a strange look, then stopped, indicating she wanted to speak to me. “Hi Sarah. Wonderful evening isn't it?” I said pleasantly. She looked Robb up and down, then looked back to me, and snarled. “I heard you got divorced. Didn't take long to find someone else to ride you did it?” I was shocked at her words. I was about to reply when Robb spoke. “If you're insinuating we've been having sex since her divorce you would be wrong. We haven't. Not that it's really any of your business. Now, if you're interested in being ridden we can talk about it. I may be able to fit you in, though there would be a small charge.” I felt a laugh start to form in my throat and did my best to stifle it. The look on her face went so red it seemed to glow. No words escaped her mouth though her jaw was working, her face agonized. “It would only be twenty dollars and I'm sure it wouldn't take long,” Robb added, his face serious. Sarah turned and walked away at a rapid pace without uttering another word. I looked at Robb and saw a smile cross his face. “Guess she wasn't interested,” he deadpanned. “Robb! She probably thinks I'm paying for it. You know that don't you?” I said half laughing. He looked at me, his smile even broader. “You Ms. Cummins will never have to pay a cent.” I took his arm and smiled. “I'm not Cummins anymore, I'm Brown, Wendy Brown.” “Well Ms. Brown, shall we continue our walk?” “I'd be delighted.” _ Wendy It was a month later and I saw Robb once or twice a week for coffee, though we talked on the phone at least five days a week. One night Clara suggested her boyfriend, Kevin, had a friend I might like and that we double-date. I wasn't sure, but after a few minutes decided I should do it to show my appreciation for what she and Kevin had done for me in the past. Kevin was a really nice guy and I got along with him well. I thought Clara had done well for herself. The night we went out was warm and I was wearing a tank top, shorts, and sandals. Tony was damn good looking and I was thrilled with the idea I'd be seen with such a good looking man. He was pleasant enough, though as we talked I found he was… well… shallow. He had no problem undressing me with his eyes. After all these past few months I was used to it, accepting it as the price I paid to dress as I chose now that I could be myself. He was kind of like my ex in a way. When he started asking about my religious views my hackles went up. It made me uncomfortable as that was how things had gone with my ex. Religion was never far away, even on our first few dates. I steered our conversation to other topics whenever it came up. He seemed to continue to jabber away about his faith group regardless. I finally mentioned to him I was helping out at the food bank on weekends and he seemed to take some interest in that. I breathed a sigh of relief. “Really, you work at the food bank? I hear those people simply don't want to work and take handouts.” I told him about the variety of people I met and how life had put them in rough straights for a while and they needed some help. He went on about how his church served food to the needy after they attended church service. Suggesting it was a small price to pay for what the Lord provided. I shut my mouth and didn't say another word. It was turning into a long night. Robb had gotten me involved in the food bank and I found the experience enjoyable. At the time it took me away from my own problems and made me appreciate other people had problems too. It was something I continued to do after my divorce. Robb and I would spend time together with people who had become friends. I noticed how several of the single women took an interest in Robb while he was there. He flirted a little with them, but he did with me too. It made me feel good to have his attention. I knew Clara was disappointed our date hadn't resulted in something better. But as time passed I discovered my friends always seemed to want to help me out. This took the form of trying to fix me up with a friend, or a relative. I knew they were well meaning, but after almost three months I was exhausted by their interest. I related this to Robb and he told me he had gone through the same thing after his breakup. That was a topic he didn't say much about. I was sure it was because he didn't want to burden me with what had been, or was, his problem. I had met his parents briefly months ago and he called one night to say they were coming the next day. “Wendy, would you be my date for dinner?” “You mean a real date?” I asked surprised as he had never used that term with me before. “Yes, a real date. I'll pay for your dinner and you can try to be nice to me the entire evening.” I laughed. “I'm always nice to you.” “Yeah, come to think of it you are. Well, you'll get a free meal out of the deal.” It was if he were asking me for a favor, as if I wouldn't be interested in dating him without his having an excuse. “I would be delighted. Where are we going?” I hung the up phone with a smile, it was one of the best restaurants in town. I was thrilled. Did I have something nice to wear? I would need a manicure for sure, pedicure? No, it was too cold for open-toed shoes, or sandals. I looked at what I had in my closet and decided I needed a new blouse that I could match with either a dress, or a pair of dress slacks. I had lost pounds over the past two months thanks to simply walking to the park and back to Clara's apartment. I heard Clara come in and told her Robb had asked me out. “I thought the two of you had a disagreement last week.” “We did, but we worked it out, neither of us can be right all of the time and… well… he was right this time.” “If this is a real date will this change your 'platonic' relationship? I know you have the hots for him, so don't deny it. Every guy you've gone out with you compare with him. Why don't you just admit it and get it over with? Girl it might help if you got some sack time with him. You know you're allowed to have sex with any man you want now.” “I don't know, maybe it will our relationship,” I replied thinking if she could see it others could too. I had kept it to hugs and a few kisses trying to avoid the rebound thing. But, she was right about the sex, I could really use a roll in the hay. The problem was my fantasies had all involved Robb over the last few months, my hand had gotten a lot of use, and my B.O.B was on its third set of batteries. The one night I had spent with Robb came to my mind constantly. Robb I hung up the phone and sat down, my heart beating hard. I had finally asked her out thinking enough time had passed and she wasn't in a rebound situation any longer. Our time together on the phone, at the food bank, and for coffee had shown me we didn't agree on everything. The important thing was we talked it out each time and respected, and liked each other afterward. I was over my ex and it appeared she was over hers. My parents knew I was spending time with her as I found myself mentioning her often in phone calls to my mother. I knew the one time she had met my parents she had made a positive impression. Not that my parents didn't express reservations about my spending time with a divorced woman. The suggestion, of course, was that I could do better with a woman that had never been married. That had been an interesting conversation and they had finally agreed she was nice enough once I reminded them my girlfriend had always been single. Wendy had a maturity about her that affected me as we spent more time together. I had experienced some ups and down with her following the divorce. All things I had read about and understood what was going on in general when it happened. I knew I was hooked on her once I started reading articles on how to date a divorced woman. Damn if the web didn't have something useful for a change. It provided me with the insight and tools to be patient and support her. Now, I hoped there was going to be more of a payoff. I walked into my bedroom, opened the top drawer of my dresser, and pulled the diamond engagement ring out and looked at it. I hadn't used it as I had planned. Now, I was thinking it would be appreciated if given to the right woman. I could see the smile in my mind it would bring to Wendy's face when I asked her to marry me. I also knew that if we started to date it would mean things that had been off the table as friends would now change. The mere thought made me hard, it had been a long time since… Wendy I waited for Robb to pick me up, feeling butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I was keyed up so much that Clara laughed at me good naturedly. “Wendy, stop your pacing. You look wonderful, it's not like you haven't spent time with him. You're going to blow his mind when he sees you dolled up this way.” “Do you really think so? I mean I'm trying to look a little less sexy as we're going out with his parents.” “You look beautiful. You can't hide that gorgeous figure and your makeup is perfect. Your eyes alone are going to slay him.” I heard the knock on the door, picked up my purse and light coat. I looked at Clara. “Well… here I go.” I opened the door to see Robb standing in a sports coat, slacks, his hair clean, and styled. I gasped quietly as I looked at him. I gave a smile not knowing what else to do. He looked at me and smiled as his eyes took me in, his gaze meeting mine. He just stood there looking at me. I felt a bit self-conscious. It was Clara that saved me as I was staring at him, speechless. “What do you think of your date Robb?” 'She's… she's fantastic. She's beautiful. She's a knockout.“ I managed to compose myself. "Is it cold enough for me to wear my coat?” “No, I think you'll be fine. It's mild out yet. I… I… just wasn't expecting you to… "You know you look quite handsome,” I offered. He reached for my hand with a smile, “Thank you. But, no one is going to notice me. Not with you standing beside me.” Stunned by the remark I simply stood there. “Have a good time you two,” as Clara shooed us out the door. I walked with Robb out to the car and got in after he opened the door for me. I automatically put my seat belt on and tried to collect myself. This was not at all what I expected to happen between us. I mean after seven months we had been together how many times? Dozens of times was all I could come up with. Sure I had used him in my mind more often than that, his image had served me well. When I looked over at him he was putting his seat belt on and when our eyes met mine he smiled, “Are you nervous?” I nodded my head. Was it that obvious? “I am too. Come on, you're met my parents before. It's going to be fine. We're making something out of nothing. More than it needs to be, though you look really nice tonight.” “Then why are we both feeling this way?” I asked. I don't know exactly. Do you think because we called it a date it makes a difference? “I feel different, that's all I can say. It's just different,” as he pulled the car out onto the street. When we arrived at the restaurant and walked in his parents were waiting in the foyer for us. Most of my nervousness had subsided as we had talked about nothing in particular on the way; small talk that seemed to settle both of us down. But, I couldn't help but feel I was seeing him in a different way than I had before. “Nice to see you again Wendy,” his mother offered as soon as we stopped in front of them. His father offered a similar comment and I found myself reaching for Robb's hand as I replied with a smile. It felt reassuring and natural, my heart told me I needed his touch. Robb I was pleased Wendy had agreed to go to dinner with me. I didn't mind going to dinner with my parents. In fact, I enjoyed my time with them. It was different after I broke up with my ex as before there was always something to talk about that spoke to the future. Once my relationship with her ended it seemed as if there was a expectation I had moved on. The last two times we visited there had been a void that begged to be filled when my mother asked if I were seeing anyone.. It was somewhat selfish of me to ask Wendy for a date to make things easier on myself. Though I had to admit there was more to it than that. I needed an excuse to change our relationship from what it was to something different. I liked her, I liked her a lot, and over the past few months it seemed as if she were ready for something more in her life. When she said yes it took hours for me to calm down when it was clear it was a date. For some reason calling it that made a difference. When she opened the door and I saw her standing there it hit me full force. She was gorgeous and well… she was… I don't know… another woman in a way I hadn't expected her to be. During dinner I couldn't help be impressed with how she presented herself in front of my parents. She was confident, respectful, and displayed her wonderful sense of humor. I could tell my parents were impressed with her this time. It was when she reached over to place her hand on mine that I knew she was comfortable with me in a new way. If she could have felt how hard my heart was beating after that brief touch she would have laughed at me for being so sensitive. We said goodbye to my parents and walked to my car hand in hand. How often had we walked that way together in the past? Now, it seemed just a little bit different and I couldn't understand why it should be. This while my heart was beating a tattoo in my chest. Chapter 11: Just A Speedbump Robb “Are you up for relaxing at my place for a while, or are you ready to head home.” “It's early yet, Friday night, and all I have planned for tomorrow is our shift at the food bank. I think I can force myself to spend a little more time with you,” she laughed. I had my hand on the car door ready to open it and when I turned her face was less than two feet away. I looked into her eyes and knew instantly, I had no choice, there was no decision to make, only an action to take. I tugged on her hand and she stepped closer, closed her eyes and our lips met firmly. My entire body felt as if it had flushed bright red, the excitement raging within me as our lips held, our breathing heavy. The world faded away and all that remained the taste of her lips, the smell of her hair, and the pressure of her body against mine. Wendy It had been a wonderful evening. His parents were wonderful, the food sumptuous, and Robb had been every bit the gentleman. Not that he hadn't always been, but there was something special about the way he looked at me. When I touched his hand as I laughed a surge of electricity coursed through me and I quickly placed my hand in my lap. I sought to catch my breath without revealing what had happened. I was waiting for him to open the car door when I felt the first drop of rain on my hand. It was starting to sprinkle as he turned to me. I felt my heart skip a beat, then another as I looked into his eyes. I didn't think, I wanted him, I wanted his lips on mine, and there was no reason to deny myself. I pushed my lips onto his and felt my entire body shiver with delight. I was whisked away by a hint of cologne, his strong arms around me, the feel of cool drops of rain on my skin as I felt my knees go weak as his passion consumed me. A gust of wind and rain broke our kiss. I opened my eyes to see him smiling, those wonderful eyes looking into mine. They had told me time and again he cared for me and now I fully believed it. I laughed, as if I'd been freed from some invisible trap, now free to be myself and to love. He laughed with me as he moved me into the car as the rain suddenly came pelting down. Once in the car I had all I could do to keep my hands from clutching him, to draw him close to share another kiss. His hand came to take mine and we held hands as he drove. Once at his apartment we made a mad dash for the door through a downpour. Once inside we stood looking at one another. His hand came to the side of my face and I closed my eyes, once again taken away as my passion for him erupted, a low moan escaped my lips, a perfect form of communication suited to the fire burning inside me. We clutched at each other, hands seeking to find a place to pull us so close we would fuse into one being. Our breathing heavy as our lips sought to convey our desires. Slowly, he pulled away. “Am I being too brash for a first date?” “No, am I too easy for a first date?” “No. I would never think you're not entitled to express your needs and desires as you need to.” I smiled at him coyly. “I'll never tell anyone you took me on our first date. Promise.” Chapter 12: A True Union It was as if we had never been in bed together before, as if the way we first met didn't mean a thing. He took my hand and led me to the bedroom and started to undress me as I did the same to him. My hands were shaking as I pulled his zipper down, my body tingled hot all over. I was so ready, a hot ache grew steadily beneath my bush. I slipped under the sheets as he followed and I snuggled into him and I heard his voice softly in my ear. “Are you alright?” “Yes, slow and easy if we can. I'm really sensitive. Can I feel you first?” I asked in a hush as if that would somehow make it more erotic. “Yes, my god you feel so wonderful, so soft,” he whispered in my ear. I moved my hand downward, found his penis, closed my fingers around it gently, and moved my hand down to his scrotum, feeling its texture sent another hot tingle rushing to my bush. I was breathing hard as my fingers gently explored, my mind filled in what I could feel. It had been so long since I had grasped a man this way. The sensations that filled me spoke to my eager anticipation of what I would experience. His hand caressed my breast and I closed my eyes feeling his firm member as it overfilled my hand. It was minutes before my hand left him. I moved to kiss him, pressing my pussy against his hip as our lips met as my passion began to spill over. The hot ache had turned to a thrumming feeling and I couldn't wait any longer. “I need you inside slow and easy,” I whispered as I moved beside him. I watched as he pulled the sheets back and came over me as I spread my legs wide. I felt a big shiver as he moved over me. I wasted no time in placing him. His first push sent him just inside, I felt a huge rush of pleasure that made me gasp. Before he could ask I offered. “I'm fine. Keep going, it feels good.” I felt a little less pressure, then another pleasurable surge as he pushed deeper. Another gasp as it felt do damned good. I looked up smiling an invitation for more. He pulled out a little, then slowly lowered himself down, filling me. I grasped his hips and hitched my pelvis under him feeling another series of sensations as I placed myself where it felt best. I was going to move under him again when he hitched up slightly hitting my sweet spot. I couldn't help but push up against him as another surge of heat hit me. He wasn't deep, but he didn't need to be. I pulled him down on top of me, grasping his shoulders, my chin at his shoulder. I whispered into his ear, closed my eyes, and let heaven take me. Robb I undressed her and marveled at her beautiful curves as they appeared with the removal of each article of clothing. I was almost in a daze as we slipped under the sheets, the feel of her skin against mine as she snuggled in against me was indescrible. The tip of my penis was so sensitive I was glad she wasn't making but minimal contact. We kissed, each kiss sweet and firm that excited her even more as her fingers explored. She quickly moved beneath me, placing me at her opening, guiding me. I had hardly moved downward when she pushed upward driving me inside. She gasped, then grasped my hips and pulled me down onto her just a little more. Another gasp, my movement slick and smooth. It was time to settle down onto her and give myself rest, the stimulation intense as she was tight. I didn't want to go off, I fought to keep control as she moved below me. It felt absolutely incredible. Had she felt this way the first time? I couldn't remember as the situation had been so different, my concentration focused differently. It was no more than a dozen thrusts later when she grasped my shoulders and stiffened beneath me with a small moan, then lay still, breathing deeply. I felt her relax and exhale slowly. I thrust a few more times and found she was so slick I didn't get any stimulation. I smiled to myself, she really was sensitive this time, more than I was. I pulled out and lay down next to her as pleased as I had ever been. She was going to be mine. Wendy From the very first it felt incredibly good. He had barely established a rhythm when I felt myself come to the edge, then tighten around him as a huge wave of pleasure took me. I couldn't believe it, I had never in my life orgasmed so quickly. I felt him start to move in and out a little and couldn't feel a thing in my wetness. “Did you come?” I asked not knowing if he had. “No, didn't have time. Glad you did beautiful.” “I'm sorry. That has never happened before. It felt the best ever.” “Don't you dare say you're sorry he chided. Our first date, our first time in bed, and you have your first orgasm. That's a good start in my book.” It was strange. He said it was our first time in bed, only it wasn't. Unless he meant the woman that night was someone who had taken over my body for her own reasons. He viewed me as a new woman and the thought thrilled me. I was a new woman for him, the other had faded away, never to return. I felt him pull me close and I snuggled into him not knowing what to say. I remembered enough about our first time and he had gotten me there both times. He had felt large when he entered me this time and that I didn't remember from before. Still, I felt badly–a man almost always has an orgasm. Then I had a sense of insecurity–maybe I wasn't tight enough. I whispered into his hair, “I was tight enough wasn't I?” “You're perfect, don't think you're not. Are you ready to call it a night?” “No, not until I satisfy you.” “You already have.” “No, you know what I mean. I'm ready right now if you are.” “I just thought of something. Are you going to stay all night?” “Yes, I mean if you want me to.” “Then you should call Clara and tell her so she won't worry about you.” Wendy It was already after ten and I wasn't sure Clara would pick up so I expected to send a text if I didn't connect. I was surprised when she picked up after three rings. “Hey girl! How did it go?” “Good, I mean it was amazing. I'll tell about it later. I wanted you to know I won't be home tonight.” “I didn't expect you to be. But, thanks for thinking to call me,” she chuckled. “You didn't expect me to come home? I asked confused. "I saw the way both of you looked at one another. He is so in love with you and you stood there like a love-starved puppy looking at him.” I felt myself flush, happy she couldn't see me wrapped in a towel. “Have a good night and if you do it enough times you'll sleep well. You can tell me about it later. Good night.” “Good night,” I replied feeling as if I had bared my soul. Chapter 13 Contentment and a New Life I walked back into the bedroom and slipped into bed and into Robb's arms. Needless to say it was late before we fell asleep. I was so pleased with how much fun sex was–the best ever actually. The amazing thing was I didn't have to beg for what I wanted. Things my ex would never agree to. If it was something other than a penis shoved into me he wouldn't even try. If I asked, Robb gave, then I gave in return. We went forward with the expectation of mutual gratification. When we engaged in intercourse before calling it quits for the night I rode him and reveled in watching him climax. Damn if he didn't make me happy. When I woke in the morning I felt rejuvenated, my life transformed. I tried not to make more out of it then what was, but how could I not? I had memories of how much in love I had been before I was married and how blind I had been. I wasn't anxious to repeat that mistake. I was still gun shy I guess. I was lying with my eyes closed thinking when I felt a hand come to rest on my stomach. Robb rolled toward me. I moved my hand and placed it over his as I felt myself warm with the thought I might enjoy another round. I was surprised at what he asked me. “No second thoughts, regrets?” I opened my eyes, “Second thoughts? Only that I'm glad you're been so patient with me. I know I've had my ups and downs. I took you for quite a ride those first few months. Regrets? Yes, I have a few of those too. But, none of them pertain to you unless you consider I wish I'd met you years ago.” “Wendy, I'm not moving too fast for you am I? I don't know what happened yesterday for sure. The thing was, when you opened the door for me and I saw you standing there… well… I guess it changed me. I didn't feel I should be so cautious anymore. I felt I needed you to know how much I adore you and how talented you are as a woman. I've watched you grow at work, at the food coop, and when we've been together. I know I have my faults, but you seem to have accepted me despite them.” I rolled toward him, placing his hand on my hip. “Being married once taught me things that help put things into perspective. I can live with your flaws, they aren't things that really matter. You've proven you're willing to try and change when I explain what bothers me. I hope I do the same for you.” Before he could say anything I went on. “The fact that we've had disagreements and worked through them isn't lost on me. I lived with a man who didn't know how to compromise. You don't lecture me, you value my opinions, and respect me. Honey, you aren't perfect and I'm not expecting you to be, I'm not either. What you offer me is more than enough and I've come to love you for what you are. I hope my telling you I love you isn't too soon.” He looked at me with a wry smile, “Wow! I should have asked you out on a date months ago.” I swatted at him laughing. “I'm glad you didn't as sex was the frosting on the cake, and I love cake. I was still on a diet months ago and I wouldn't have been ready.” _ It was a month later when we visited my parents and I introduced Robb to them. I had talked with my parents often and told them I was dating Robb to prepare them. The two days we spent with them went well and before we left to return home my mother told me she thought Robb was very nice. Coming from my mother that was high praise, and I took comfort in it. I had watched my father and Robb interact and could tell there was good chemistry between them–something missing from my marriage. We visited with his brother Ted, his wife, Alisa, and their two children. They were a happy family and I could see the two of us in the same light. I felt like I belonged and it made me incredibly happy to be fully accepted. Two months later, I moved out of Clara's apartment and into my own. I received a promotion at work and Robb had been very proud of my achievement. It was the small things he noticed and appreciated about me that drew us closer. He knew my likes and dislikes, the small gifts he gave me showed me he did. We went out with our friends and he teased me, whispering into my ear I was the smartest and sexiest woman there. He delighted in me and I found I delighted in him. He proposed one evening as we walked in the park where we had first met. I cried with joy, not able to stop myself. He took me into his arms and held me until I stopped. We had come full circle. We never spoke of that first day and night together. There was no need, we both knew what we had now wouldn't be if he hadn't been there for me. I would have been a grim statistic, nothing more. My ex had thought I was having an affair with a man in the park. He had been wrong about that until the day I found him with that woman in our own home. It was ironic, my desire to punish my ex for his sinful acts led to my own sins. Though I never once considered it a sin in my own mind. It was his belief system that brought me to a place where I rejected religion altogether as a meaningful part of my life. No God, no sin. It was that simple for me. Robb and I were married in a small ceremony with our immediate family and close friends two months later, and moved into a home suitable for a small family. We both had saved most of our earnings and were comfortable right from the start. Two years after we married I was pregnant. I had never seen Robb smile more than when I told him we were expecting. On our third visit with the doctor he was very excited when the doctor revealed we were going to have twins. He teased me that I had found another way to cut expenses by having two at one time. My god how I loved that man. He was with me in the operating room holding my hand when Tina and Evan entered the world. I was tired after a long labor. After I delivered I gave him a weary smile as he caressed my hand. Later, when I was in my hospital room and alone he looked at me as he held my hand, caressing it ever so gently. “Thank you,” he said quietly. I looked at him puzzled. “For what?” “For being my wife and the mother of my children. I love you.” I felt tears roll down my cheeks. He was there to wipe them away, even though they were tears of joy. _ Fifteen years later Tina was helping me in the kitchen to bake a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies. Evan was in the backyard playing catch with his father. “Mom, how did you and dad meet? Was it romantic?” The question stunned me, I hadn't expected it. Memories flashed through my mind. Memories I had pushed far away long ago. I finally looked at her with a smile. “Your father found me in the park after almost hitting me with a baseball, your cousin Ted was there. We seemed to hit it off after that.” “So, it wasn't romantic?” I gave her a kiss on the top of her head. “Not quite, the romance came later.” I pretended to have gotten something in my eye and dabbed away a tear. Yes, the romance did come later- as an affair of the heart that started in a park. by r a wallace for Literotica

We all know we should exercise, but we don't all know how we need to move Well, whatever it is you're doing while listening to the podcast, (apart from driving!) I know today's guest, Wendy Welpton, is going to inspire you to think about how you can incorporate new ways of moving while you're doing it. Wendy founded Reclaim Movement after a running injury at age 40 turned into 4 years of chronic pain. In her search for answers and to reclaim her own movement again she discovered natural movement. Natural movement, if you aren't familiar with it, is the philosophy of training real life practical movements to be able to keep using them as we age. It also involves strengthening and mobilising whole-body movement patterns that are underused in today's modern world. When Wendy started using natural movement in how own life, it made her realise she had found a way to move for life. Wendy's aim is to help you embrace a movement-rich life, at any age, to improve mobility, strength and confidence to keep moving well and doing the things you love for as long as you want.  I first came across Wendy's work through her Instagram reels where she shares really simple ways to incorporate a variety of movements into the things we are already doing. Wendy's philosophy is that it's not about adding more things to your to-do list, but instead, doing what you're already doing more intentionally, whether that's practicing balancing on one foot to put your shoes on, sitting on the floor to fold laundry, or even squatting to clean you dog's paws after a muddy walk. In our conversation today, Wendy and I talk about really simple ways you can start modifying and improving the quality of your movements right now, regardless of your mobility level. We also talk about how to turn your everyday routines with your dog, including your daily walk, into joyful opportunities to support your strength and mobility - along with your dog's - so that you two can have many years of health, happiness, and fun together. As we get started, I wanted to take a moment to let you know that this episode is supported by Aspirationery, which, in full transparency, is another project of mine where we create books, notebooks, and stationery to help you become all you aspire to be. You can check out our shadow work and moon magic journals and workbooks, as well as our popular “My First Period Tracker” for young girls and tweens on Instagram @aspirationery. Ok, on that note, let's get moving! TIME STAMPS 00:22 INTRO 03:55 Introducing Wendy Welpton of Reclaim Movement. What is natural movement? 05:25 Wendy's journey from 4 years of chronic pain to natural movement 13:30 Easily adding natural movement into your daily activities 17:45 Gratitude for our body vs punishing our body 19:50 The value of getting on the ground regularly - especially with your dog! 27:30 The dog walk as a prime opportunity to engage your body - and your dog's body - in new, playful ways 34:19 Embrace your inner weirdo 38:20 Shake things up and find more joy 43:00 The mind-body connection for releasing pain, and stuck emotions 47:10 Top tips for walking in alignment and preventing falling 54:18 Work with Wendy 57:02 What dogs have taught Wendy about what it means to be human 59:04 OUTRO Get in touch with me on Instagram @mysticdogmama More about Reclaim Movement: Website & Free Resources - https://reclaimmovement.co.uk Instagram - https://instagram.com/@reclaim.movement YouTube - https://youtube.com/@reclaim.movement Podcast - ‘Make Movement Matter' on Spotify or Apple Podcasts Check out the videos Wendy mentioned on walking techniques: Want to walk more efficiently? 2 simple body adjustments you can implement today Uncovering the surprising pre-walk routine you didn't know you needed!youtu.be 5 Natural Movements to prepare your body for walking wellyoutu.be DISCLAIMER: This is not a substitute for medical advice or other relevant professional advice.

If you want to make money on a flip, you must buy at a discount. Many sellers can't afford or don't want to accept a low cash offer for their home. When you understand the possibilities with creative deal structures, you'll be able to present multiple options to sellers and greatly increase your chances of getting a deal done. Wendy Patton is joining us today. At the age of 21, Wendy started investing in real estate. Like most young adults she was single, broke, thinking “Corporate America” was her only future. She graduated from college, was hired for that corporate America “dream job”, but was $20,000 in debt. She found real estate investing and realized that Corporate America wasn't the golden path to what she wanted. When Wendy began investing in real estate, she didn't fully understand her financing options, so she started purchasing real estate investment properties on her credit cards. In her own words: “At that time I didn't know of any better way to invest. I did not have the assistance or availability of coaches and instructors. I wish I knew then what I know now about investing in real estate and creative seller financing. By the time I was in my early twenties, I had more than $200,000 on my credit cards (for my real estate deals)! I then got married, had twins, got divorced and found myself to be a single mother, all within a short time span. Over the next few years I accumulated more properties while working full-time in the corporate world. I needed to make a living, and make it fast to pay off the credit card debt I had accumulated. I came to specialize in creative seller financing techniques like: Lease Options, Subject-Tos, Land Contracts and other seller financing. So why these techniques? Because like many of you, I didn't have the money or the credit I needed to buy in a conventional way. Now, with the lending industry the way that it is, most real estate investors can't buy properties without being creative. These techniques are crucial for today's real estate investor.

In today's episode, we investigate the disturbing story of the murders of Wendy and Randall Bjorge in Georgia. When Wendy and Randall were found dead, nobody knew who possibly could have wanted to kill the harmless, unproblematic, loving elderly couple... but soon, dark details would emerge that would flip the small town community in Georgia on its head. - Stay Connected: Join the Murder in America fam in our free Facebook Community for a behind-the-scenes look, more insights and current events in the true crime world: https://www.facebook.com/groups/4365229996855701 If you want even more Murder in America bonus content, including ad-free episodes, come join us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/murderinamerica Instagram: http://instagram.com/murderinamerica/ Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/people/Murder-in-America-Podcast/100086268848682/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/MurderInAmerica TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@theparanormalfiles and https://www.tiktok.com/@courtneybrowen Feeling spooky? Follow Colin as he travels state to state (and even country to country!) investigating claims of extreme paranormal activity and visiting famous haunted locations on The Paranormal Files Official Channel: https://www.youtube.com/c/TheParanormalFilesOfficialChannel - (c) BLOOD IN THE SINK PRODUCTIONS 2024 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Many of us have probably had that moment – where you quit one job because you found your “dream” job. But that second place wasn't everything you thought it would be. So what comes after that? Wendy Fong decided to start her own company to fulfill her search, and to help others with theirs.Wendy is a business coach and talent optimizer, with a passion for building dream teams and developing their leaders. She is the founder and principal of Chief Gigs, which offers leadership and team development, organizational consulting, and search. Chief Gigs helps businesses and the people within them achieve optimum performance and thrive in a dynamic and diverse world.She chats with host Maya Pomroy '22 about her pivot from the corporate world to entrepreneurship, the ongoing strength of the Rice network, building great teams, her passion for fighting human trafficking and her dream of one day opening a nonprofit in Cambodia.Owl Have You Know is a production of Rice Business and is produced by University FM.Episode Quotes:Embracing diversity and self-awareness for optimal performance [10:27] Maya: What's something that often goes overlooked when it comes to optimizing team performance that you have found?[10:34] Wendy: Interestingly enough, people's biases are so strong even though they don't know it. People tend to hire others who are like them. And so, sometimes I found entire teams all centered around one quadrant. So, you can plot people based on your answers into the world of work. And everybody is in the same quadrant with the same strength, but also the same, you know-[11:04] Maya: Weaknesses. Yeah.[11:04] Wendy: ...caution areas, right? And so, I think the most important thing is for people to be self-aware, so they can say, "Okay, I know this other person might not be the person when I interviewed them we just are BFFs right away, and we hit it off, and maybe the conversation was a little awkward. But the reason that is, is because they are the opposite for me." And...[11:31] Maya: Different perspectives.[11:32] Wendy: Exactly, and I need that. And for leaders to understand, if you need that, you have to be able to work with different people with different work styles.When Wendy realized that her true passion is helping people02:27 - After having been in operations for so long, I learned that my true passion was people instead of operations. But it was all so intertwined when you have a big job that you don't realize. And so after that, I tried to make my way to helping people as much as I could.How do you know if it's the right time to do leadership development?15:46 - Before you start seeing performance issues, right before you start seeing the cracks, is when you should really be engaging and building. Unfortunately, the issue with a lot of organizations is that they don't invest enough money into training and development. They don't invest enough money into HR departments.Show Links:  Chief Gigs Craft The Life Vahalla Investiment Group (VIG) United Against Human Trafficking Transcript Guest Profile:Wendy Fong LinkedIn

Support our Podcasts: https://libri-vox.org/donate In both the play and the novel, Peter often visits the "real world" of London to listen in on bedtime stories told by Mary Darling to her children. One night, Peter is spotted, and while trying to escape, he loses his shadow. On returning to claim his shadow, he wakes Mary's daughter, Wendy Darling. When Wendy succeeds in re-attaching his shadow to him, Peter takes a fancy to her and invites her to Neverland to be a mother to his gang of Lost Boys, the children who are lost in Kensington Gardens. Wendy agrees, and her brothers John and Michael go along. The dangerous and magical flight to Neverland is followed by many adventures. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/librivox1/support

It's a dark and stormy night — the kind of night that always leads to something spooky! When Wendy sees a dog caught out in the rain, she leaps into action to rescue it. Little does she know, this is no ordinary dog. Wendy just brought home… a were-woof!See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Trent Clark - The Host of the WINNERS FIND A WAY Show hosts Wendy Lieber, The CEO of Content Bacon - Great name, right?!?!  They DO bring the sizzle!    Creative and strategic, ContentBacon helps companies attract and retain a clearly defined audience while driving profitable customer action. We know content is the only sales tool that works 24/7/365 to generate awareness, qualify and convert new leads, and retain the base you already have.    The best part is that ContentBacon is super simple and—dare we say—fun to work with.    Just like regular bacon makes everything better, ContentBacon makes your business better.   When Wendy and I get deep into the best version, and she knows how to bring the best forward!  You'll love hearing about Wendy's journey to Entrepreneurship -- fun and crazy!  Learn More From Wendy Leiber   [00:01:24] Content Bacon subscription service.  [00:04:05] Change in career direction.  [00:08:05] Southern accent.  [00:11:15] Overcoming shyness and building confidence.  [00:14:26] Finding our strengths and abilities.  [00:17:37] Overcoming fear of failure.  [00:20:33] The dangers of comparison.  [00:25:48] Gratitude and raising vibrations.  [00:29:01] The power of recognition.  [00:33:15] Embracing change and Gen Z advantage.  [00:37:09] Challenging goals and personal growth.  [00:38:05] Having a coach for success.  [00:42:08] Inspiring stories and thought leaders. Connect with Wendy Lieber   Website: https://www.contentbacon.com/ https://www.linkedin.com/in/wendylieber/ Ready to take your game to the next level? Join the NIL movement and discover a world of new opportunities!   https://www.aim4nil.com/ Support our sponsors:    www.rebelliousbeverage.com Learn more about Leadershipity Coaching and Events:    Trent@leadershipity.com Connect with Coach Trent Clark with these links : Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC_76SFCClh6GbqLjzFgf8xw LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/trentmclark/ Instagram:https://www.instagram.com/leadershipity/?hl=en Fb Page: https://www.facebook.com/Leadershipity/?ref=pages_you_manage Thanks for tuning into today's episode of Content Bacon: Finding Success in Passion and Vulnerability | Wendy Lieber with your host, Coach Trent Clark.  If you enjoyed this episode, subscribe to the show and leave us a review.

By PickFiction- Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Dana Berry blushes whenever her stunning body & looks are commented upon. The daughter of an accomplished fashion model, her genes may get a lot of the credit for such attractiveness. But there never was less of an exhibitionist in the western world (save for the cloistered nuns). But here she stands in Wendy Proctor's front entry, with a dilemma. Her proud husband, Luke; an able young executive, Had bought two very expensive and daring dresses for her, and informed her of two upcoming social events they were to attend. [[MORE]] Wendy greeted Dana and saw the concern on Dana's face. “Luke bought two new dresses for me, and, not surprisingly, they could use some small alterations.” “Did you bring them with you?” Wendy asked, knowing what the answer would be. “Of course,” Dana answered, hurrying to her car and quickly back with a shopping bag that held the dresses. “Luke picked it out, and when I said no, he bought it. I tried to tell him, but he wasn't listening,” Dana sounded a little depressed and defeated. “This dress has a neckline that meets the waistline,” Wendy observed. "I know, and I'm not sure why he wants people to see more of my … ugh, skin.” “I believe that skin is called tits,” Wendy said as Dana rolled her eyes. “Maybe he's just proud of you.” “I suppose,” She took the dress from Wendy and pulled it on over her head. "Well?” “You should really have your bra off to model that one,” Wendy giggled. “I'm not going out with half of my breasts exposed. You know how I hate to show, well, my body, I guess. Can you sew something in there then to kind of hide most of my boobs?” “I could, but what's Luke going to say?” “I'll deal with that. I can give him … Well, you can guess,” The red was now on Dana's cheeks and moving down her neck. Dana carefully unfolded the other dress, obviously much longer and more formal than the red one with the plunging neckline. It was a beautiful gold color. Dana pulled off the red dress and slipped into the gold one. "Good lord,” Declared Wendy. “Dana, when do they award the Miss America crown?” “It is pretty stunning, isn't it?” "It is, particularly with your bra strap crossing the bare-to-below-the-waist back.” “That's part of the problem,” Dana said. “And speaking of leg,” Wendy whistled "Never had a dress with a split clear to my waist,” Dana had a futile look on her face. "So, with this one, you wouldn't be wearing a bra.” Dana rolled her eyes. “And probably little thong panties as well.” “Don't even think that,” Dana gasped. “Well, take your bra off, and let's see how it looks.” “Wendy, I can't do that. People will know I'm not wearing a bra,” Dana looked almost horrified at that thought. Wendy sighed. "Walk over and look at yourself in the mirror. Just look; no thoughts of what you're showing and how much skin is visible. Just look.” “It's for the Christmas party,” Dana said resignedly. “It would be a travesty to alter that dress even a little bit.” “Wendy, I don't know if I can do it,” Dana said, in agony. "Well, Christmas is a long way off, and I suspect you'll have talked yourself into it by then. What's the red one for?” “There's a fancy dinner for Luke's company in about two months. Ugh.” “We'll work on it, and I've got an idea that may help,” Wendy assured Dana. "Okay, here's what I've come up with. Hear me out before you decide anything. I have a little surprise for you,” Wendy paused and smiled. "Besides being a seamstress, I'm also an artist of sorts. I did it when I was in high school and first year of college. Then I got too busy and just stopped. I've kind of picked it up again, and Max has encouraged me, and, well, that's where I'm beginning with you.” Dana looked puzzled, “Come with me. We've turned the garage into my studio,” She led Dana through the house and into the garage. It was filled with canvases, both full and empty. "Wow, you've been working,” Dana said, looking around at the many paintings both hanging and leaning. “Here's the one I finally finished,” she said, leading Dana around the big easel. Dana stopped suddenly, eyes wide and hand to mouth as she stared at the painting. “That's your Max,” she said quietly. “Sure is, and I'm really proud of it.” “Should you be showing me this?” Dana asked, afraid to look at her. “You mean because he's naked? He doesn't mind. He's proud of my artwork.” Dana stared. He was certainly naked. She marveled at the painting. It looked almost like a photograph, but if she looked carefully, she could see brushstrokes. She couldn't believe Wendy was showing her this. Dana finally found the courage to look at her best friend, who was smiling. “Max just posed, and you painted him?” “That's all there was to it.” “So why are you showing it to me?” Wendy took a deep breath. “I want to paint you.” The entire meaning of what Wendy was saying suddenly struck Dana, and a shocked expression filled her face. “You want to paint me … like that? Have you lost your mind?” “Not at all. I can't think of anyone who'd look more beautiful in a painting like that.” Dana could barely catch her breath. Naked. Wendy wanted her to model for her … naked? This was so, so far beyond anything that had ever happened between them, she couldn't imagine where Wendy had gotten this idea. It was … it was … “You'd just pose here in the studio – no one would see you except me. We're big girls now and can see each other naked,” Wendy went to the wall and pulled out a canvas from behind several others. "Here. I posed for myself in a mirror,” she said, placing the painting on the easel. Wendy chuckled. “Plus, you owe me for all the sewing I do for you.” “I'm supposed to trade naked modeling for your modifying my dresses and things?” Dana stammered, “That, plus my good advice on how good you look in the dresses I didn't modify.” That was why she was here in the first place; she was trying to gain enough courage to wear those dresses. And all Wendy could come up with was having her pose naked? Her brain hit the brakes. She looked at Wendy. “So, you think if I can model for you, that would make it easier for me to wear those dresses?” “I sure do, and you might even enjoy the modeling, freeing yourself, going against what you've always been, that kind of stuff. Plus, you'll have a painting to hang in your bedroom. Or your family room,” she added, laughing. Dana sputtered. The thought of a picture like that hanging anywhere in their house had her blushing. She knew that Luke would love it, though. Still, it couldn't hang where people could see it. Maybe in their ensuite. It was large enough for that. She paused her thinking once again. If she was deciding where to hang the painting, that meant she had agreed to do it. She looked at Wendy as she nibbled her lower lip. “When can we start?” Wendy asked, smiling at her. “I can't believe I'm agreeing to this, and I still may back out.” “Don't say anything to Luke. You can surprise him on his birthday or at Christmas. Plus, you'll surprise him when you wear those dresses.” Dana wasn't at all sure that posing naked, in private and for Wendy, would make it easier for her to expose so much of herself to others, like Luke's co-workers. Maybe, but she'd have to see. She remembered wearing the dresses, naked beneath them. And she remembered how she'd looked in the mirror. Yep, she'd have to see. “Let's start tomorrow before you change your mind,” Wendy suggested, chuckling. Dana met her eyes. Still time to change her mind. The single word “naked” hammered at her brain. She was naked when she showered and with Luke, of course. Even that had been difficult the first time. Now, though, it was … Could posing for Wendy be like that, too? It was so different, a foreign territory that Dana thought she was ready to explore. She'd find out tomorrow. Tomorrow came, Luke went to work, and Dana was left with her decision of yesterday. She dressed normally, refusing to let this possibly temporary thing change her life. She walked the three blocks to Wendy's with purposeful strides, looking confident even if she didn't feel that way. As she usually did, she went in the back door and called for Wendy, who appeared immediately, a big smile on her face. “If it would make you feel better, I can be naked too while I paint,” Wendy offered. "Oh, lord, no. That would be weird. What am I saying? This whole thing is weird.” “Well, listen, I've seen you in your bra and panties when we were looking at the dresses, so it should be easy to get that way again.” Dana decided that made a lot of sense. She slowly and carefully took off her shirt, then her shorts. She decided that, since she was in undressing mode, she might as well continue. Eyes closed, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, holding it in place momentarily, then pulling it off, eyes still closed. No comment from Wendy. Feeling a little more confident after taking off her bra, Dana quickly slid the panties down her legs and kicked them aside. She opened her eyes. “I've told you this before, but I sure as hell wish I had a body like yours,” Wendy said, a serious look on her face. "Wendy, it's not..” “ It is, and you know it,” Wendy interrupted. “Now, let's talk about the posing and the kind of portrait you'd like.” She led Dana to the full-length mirror and stood away from it slightly, then motioned for Dana to move a little to her right. “I picture you standing by a wooden chair, your back to the mirror, your hand on the chair, maybe one knee bent a little. Sound good?” Dana wasn't sure how it sounded; she'd never posed before and had no idea. “Let me get the chair and show you,” Wendy said, rescuing Dana from her uncertainty. She went into the house and was back in seconds with a low-back chair from the dining room. She placed it carefully, went to the easel, and checked, then motioned for Dana to pose as she'd described. Wendy was standing in front of her now, staring at her breasts. Flexing and moving slightly, Dana made it to one hour before she needed a break. Wendy brought two glasses of wine, very full glasses, and they chatted for fifteen minutes, finished the wine, and went back to work. She noticed she felt a little more relaxed after scarfing down the wine, something she'd remember. “I'd like to be a little further along before you see it,” Wendy said when they were finished for the day. Tomorrow at one? We'll have a couple of hours,” She picked up Dana's clothes. “Want to leave these here and walk home naked?” Dana rolled her eyes and grabbed the clothes, quickly putting them on. They worked tomorrow, and the next day, then paused for the weekend. On Monday, they were back at work, Wendy promising to reveal what she had done. They had been at work about thirty minutes when Max walked into the studio. There was a loud scream. “Sorry,” Max said. “Oh, it's just Dana.” “Just Dana” was frantically scrambling to cover herself, having nothing available except her hands and arms. One arm across her breasts, and one hand covering her crotch, she was visibly shaking. “I got to work and didn't have my wallet. You know where I left it?” “On the little desk in the family room, I think.” “Thanks, and sorry, Dana,” The look on his face said he wasn't really sorry. He went back into the main house. "You made his day, you know. He thinks you're absolutely gorgeous and the ultimate babe of babes.” “Wendy, no way.” “Way,” Wendy replied, laughing. “I'm sure that picture of you he just saw is foremost in his mind right this minute. And he'll tell me about it this evening.” She'd heard that from Luke but never from anyone else. Somehow, this was different. Luke was her husband, and of course, he'd say it. Max was just a friend and had nothing to gain from saying it. Wendy teased her about it constantly, but she'd always disregarded it. Now, with Max, did that make it true? When he called her “the babe of babes,” he was talking about what was under the clothes, and now he had seen that. Would he change his mind? “You ready to pose again?” “I think so.” “Well, you're going to have to move your arm and your hand.” It was complete and ready for Luke's birthday after a few awkward “posing” sessions where Dana sat beside Wendy, holding out her hands, having her face studied carefully, and, of course, topless with Wendy carefully studying her breasts and nipples. But, when it was complete, it looked almost like a photograph; it was so finely detailed and realistic. In their conversations, while Wendy was painting, she noted she had other projects in mind. She wanted to take famous old paintings by the masters and create modern versions, beginning with The Nude Maja by Goya, with Dana posing, of course. “By the way,” Wendy said after their last session, “now there are portraits of you, Max, and myself. Only one's missing. Was she hinting that she wanted to paint a portrait of Luke … naked? "Why not?” Wendy asked, seeing the look on Dana's face. “You stared at Max while you were posing. I need to get my jollies too"Wendy, what have I gotten myself into?” “Nothing, except you're way more relaxed showing a little of your body now, and I suspect you may be ready to wear that red dress to Luke's dinner party.” Dana was satisfied that she could do it without exposing anything and had decided she'd wear no underwear for the dinner. She smiled when she thought of what Luke's reaction would be. Plus, she wondered what her own reaction would be, particularly after she'd had a couple of drinks. The way her thoughts about herself had changed, it could be dangerous. “After you wear that dress to the dinner, talk to Luke about having his portrait done.” Dana decided that Wendy was developing an obsession with painting a portrait of a naked Luke, and, despite her reservations, she knew Luke would love the idea. She'd bring it up when she gave him his birthday present. And, she wondered if Wendy would volunteer to paint while she was naked, as she'd done with Dana. “Another project I have in mind is a modern interpretation of Monet's painting' Luncheon on the Grass. It has two men and two women on a picnic with one of the ladies naked. My version will have a more realistic four people naked.” “And should I assume that one of them will be me?” Dana asked. “And the others will be me, Max, and Luke.” “Wendy,” Dana squealed. “I'm supposed to sit there and pose with two naked men there also?” “It'll be fun. I might have to take photos to use. We'll all pose for the photos, and I can use them to do the painting when it rains and stuff.” “It's still naked posing with men.” She'd nearly had heart failure the first time she'd pulled off her clothing in front of Wendy. But she'd done it. Could she do more? Luke's birthday was on Friday, and the dinner party was on Saturday. She was sure Luke would be nearly overwhelmed by the surprises she had in store for him. And there were several. She prepared his favorite dinner on Friday, steaks, baked potato, tossed salad, and a little cheesecake for dessert. After dinner, when he was comfortable in the lounger, she went to the spare bedroom and was back quickly with a large but thin present, wrapped neatly in bright red paper. “Guess what this is?” she teased. Luke made several futile attempts at guessing before she handed it to him. He carefully tore the paper off, then just stared for long seconds. Slowly his head turned toward her. “Dana?” was all he could say. “Do you like it?” He looked at it again. “This is the best gift you could have gotten me. And, I thought it was a photograph, but it's a painting. Did you have … where did you get the idea … who painted it? Dana knew his mind was wondering if some strange man had been seeing her naked while he painted the picture. "Wendy did it.” “Wendy? I didn't know she painted.” “Neither did I, but she showed me two that she had done before, of herself and of her husband” “Max?” Dana could hear the obvious question in the single word. “Yes, and they're both naked. And yes, now I've seen a painting of Max naked,” She wasn't going to mention just yet that Max had seen her posing naked. "And now, Wendy wants to do one of you.” “She does?” “You'd like that, wouldn't you?” she said, giggling. “I'd rather see the one she did of herself.” “I'm sure she'll let you. Maybe as a birthday present.” “Dana, I can't believe that you, of all people, were able to pose nude for a portrait, even if the artist was your best friend.” “She said I owed her for all the sewing she's done for me.” While Luke continued to look at the painting, Dana called Wendy, asking if they could come over, and Luke wanted to see her picture. Wendy laughed and said that would be fine. “So, you want to see my picture, huh,” Wendy said when she answered the door. “Well, if you're willing to show, I'm willing to look.” “On one condition. That you allow me to complete the quartet of paintings.” “Sure. I'm willing to show if you're willing to paint.” They viewed the nude Wendy, Luke trying to be cool about it but failing. They worked out posing times for Luke, talked about the other projects that Wendy had suggested, and Dana and Luke headed home. Luke propped the painting on the bedroom dresser opposite the bed, and the sex that followed was slightly different and much more satisfying than usual. The Saturday morning follow-up was the same. When Saturday evening came, and it was time to dress for the dinner, Dana showered and went to the spare bedroom. Still naked from the shower, she pulled on the red dress, arranged her hair, applied the little makeup she usually wore for special events, added a couple of dashes of her favorite cologne, and went to their bedroom where Luke was dressing. He turned to her, smiled … and then his eyes went wide. “You're wearing that dress?” he said, a huge smile now engulfing his face. She walked toward Luke, bending from the waist and pulling her arms together in front of her. “Dana, no bra?” He looked totally astounded. “Unless you insist I wear one.” He just shook his head and, seeing her smile, had another thought. “Lift your skirt,” She did and received a look and a smile she'd treasure. "That painting has changed you.” “A work in process.” “Can't wait for the conclusion.” “Me either,” Dana replied, wondering herself where she was headed. Time would tell. At the dinner party, she carefully watched the men since most of them seemed to be watching her. Luke was having no trouble finding company, as he seemed to be very popular, particularly with the men. Dana, not used to drinking, had just finished her second martini when a third magically appeared in her hand. The buzz she was feeling was very pleasant, and kept a smile on her face as she talked with the men gathered around her and Luke. Her blinking eyes, pleasant giggles, and body movements had most of the men sure she was flirting with them. Of course, Dana had no idea this was the case. The little clutch purse she carried was a nuisance, and she continually dropped it, bending quickly to pick it up, often in unison with one of the men. A couple of times, she looked down and could see three-quarters of her breasts exposed, or maybe even that next fraction, whatever it was. With the constant movement and the bending, her nipples were anything but relaxed, and she knew they were providing a nice pair of pokies for all to see. She chuckled to herself at that thought, so unlike the Dana she had been. As she finished the third martini, she wondered if she could somehow expose her nipples. She'd have to work on that. The short skirt provided another possibility. She took a large swallow of her martini as they headed to the tables and dinner. As they were eating, Luke said, “Those delicious boobs or yours have already been well-viewed tonight, you know.” “You think so,” Dana giggled, taking a bite of potatoes. “You may be naive, but you're not that naive,” he countered. “With this dress that you wanted me to wear, I don't know how I can keep that from happening.” “I didn't say I wanted it to stop. When I bought that dress, I knew that if you wore it, you'd be observed. I'm just surprised you wore it.” She'd finished the fourth martini and was eating, the effect of the food trailing the alcohol just a bit. “I could show my ass, or my pussy too,” she said, leaning close to Luke and giggling. “Actually, they wouldn't see my pussy, just my muff.” Luke looked at her and smiled. “One more martini and I think I could get you up on the table here to dance naked.” “You think?” Dana smirked. "Maybe I should just take you home before you get into trouble.” Once home, Luke said a quiet thank you to the beautiful painting now hanging over their bed. Dana went with Luke for his first posing session with Wendy. Maybe she'd relax after a few sessions, but Wendy seemed awfully anxious to get with a nude Luke. As long as it was only him naked, it should be fine. She wasn't sure if Wendy did it on purpose, but the painting of her hung right in front of where Luke would be posing. Wendy went through the explanation of the posing, breaks if needed, and the final details she'd need when it was almost done. She'd moved a loveseat into the studio and described how she'd like for Luke to pose. When it was time to start, he stripped, sat in the chair, looked at the painting of Wendy, and immediately began to get an erection. “Is that what you want in the painting,” Wendy asked, chuckling. “I think I've been set up,” Luke groaned. The final result was as spectacular as hers had been and was hanging above their bed. Access to their bedroom had become very limited, and both of them enjoyed lying on the bed and looking at the paintings. Dana had completed her posing for Wendy's modern version of Goya's The Nude Maja. It had been easy posing, and the final result was what Dana had imagined it to be when she went to Wendy's to see it. “It came out pretty well, you think? ” Wendy asked. “Like all the others, it's gorgeous.” I showed it to the Goodwin Gallery downtown. They want to display it for six months.“ Dana's eyes opened wide. "They're sure it will sell during that time too.” “Wendy, that's me in that painting,” Dana said, her heart pounding. “And you look perfect there.” “I'm naked.” “Well, if you say so, I won't do it,” Wendy answered, a defeated look on her face. “Oh, pile the guilt on me,” Dana said, laughing. But what Wendy said was true. She didn't know anyone who visited those galleries. But it was her face … and the rest of her, too. This was a real test of the changed Dana. She took a deep breath. “Oh, hell, go ahead.” She received a big hug from Wendy. “Thanks.” “Now that we've settled that, what are we going to do to celebrate National Nude Day?” “Huh?” “It's July fourteenth, and that's just a few days away. We need to plan something.” A good bit of discussion followed, with many possibilities explored. They parted, leaving the final decision hanging. The next day they talked for an hour. The plan was set and would be a surprise to the men, particularly since neither of them was aware that National Nude Day existed. “Guess what, babe?” Dana said when dinner was finished. “Um, how many guesses do I get?” “Just be quiet. Today is National Nude Day, and we need to celebrate.” Luke began unbuttoning his shirt.“ "Slow down, tiger. The celebration begins after dark.” “Go on.” “I'll update you then.” It was an enticingly nerve-wracking evening for Luke, his imagination sparked by those four letters. N-U-D-E. He kept watching Dana, chagrined to see how much she was enjoying tormenting him. “It's almost dark,” he finally said, a hopeful tone to his voice. “Fill me in.” Dana smiled. “We're going to Wendy and Max's to celebrate.” “Oh, nice.” “We're going to walk.” “Okay.” “Naked.” “No shit?” “Yup. We leave our clothes here and walk.” “So, you're going to be outdoors naked?” “That's the plan.” Both of them stripped, followed by Luke chasing a squealing Dana two laps around the entire downstairs. Still giggling, they closed up the house, hiding a key under a rock, and started their trip. The street lights were all on the same side of the street, which would hopefully help them stay unobserved. They stayed behind bushes when they could, and when a car passed, they hid, with Dana learning over to make sure it was past them. It was all Luke needed, and his hand was immediately between her legs, massaging gently. “Luke, stop,” she pleaded, grabbing his arm. A few more seconds of enjoyment, and he relented. They arrived at the Proctor's panting for breath, Luke having chased Dana the last one hundred yards, tickling her at nearly every step. They were greeted by a naked Wendy, which brought a smile to Luke's face. He'd seen the painting, but reality was much more juicy. He received a knowing smile in return. Once inside, they met Max, who was also naked. Dana was astounded that all four of them were ready to spend an evening together … naked. She found herself repeatedly “checking out” Max, or at least checking his manhood which didn't seem to be totally limp. She smiled at that, knowing that Luke was doing the same with Wendy. “We have martinis, Dana. I understand you like them,” Max said, smiling. He filled a rather large glass and handed it to Dana, then filled three more and passed them around. “Don't worry, if you get too buzzed, you're welcome to spend the night here.” A pair of chuckles, and soon, second glasses were being poured. These were larger glasses than they'd had at the dinner, so Dana knew the effects would arrive sooner. They discussed the paintings, Dana being challenged to go to the downtown gallery to view her naked body. As she pictured that, she heard the words, “are you the model?” and it caused her to tremble and tingle as well. The second glass had been emptied, and Dana was flying low, a very contented feeling filling her brain as a “what the hell” feeling surged through her body. She sat on a chair across from Max, watching his erection slowly growing. In her muddled state, she realized she was sitting very comfortably with her legs spread enough that her muff was no longer shielding her pussy. When she glanced down, she could clearly see her parted labia. She smiled at Max, and he returned the smile. She felt sorry for him in that condition, his erection very prominent and needing help. She walked unsteadily to his chair and dropped to the floor on hands and knees. “Poor thing,” she chuckled, blinking her eyes at him. She licked her lips, and her hand took hold of him. She loved the groan she heard, her innate sensuality bubbling to the surface. For a second, she thought of using her mouth but decided her hand would do the job. She began a slow but steady pumping, the kind that Luke particularly enjoyed. “Is that good?” she asked. Max simply groaned. Luke watched what was happening, realizing that he was getting hard from the watching. A quick look at Wendy – she was looking at him and nodding. On hands and knees, she crossed to his chair and, unlike Dana, was perfectly willing to use her mouth, surrounding the head with her lips and caressing it with her tongue. Wendy wasn't Dana, but right this instant, she was amazing, her breasts rubbing his legs as her mouth enveloped his erection. He closed his eyes, enveloped in what she was doing to him. Max was ready to explode. This exceptionally beautiful woman was massaging his cock, and, not to miss an opportunity, he leaned forward and began squeezing those fantastic breasts he had seen once before. The nipples were hard, the skin soft and smooth, the breasts amazingly firm and, well, just perfect. He looked across at Wendy and was jealous. He wanted that but didn't know how to make it happen. He'd try. “Look at Luke,” he whispered in Dana's ear. She released him and turned her head. Then her eyes rolled to his, and she smiled. In seconds, her lips closed on his cock and slid down nearly to the base. He grunted as her head began to bob up and down, faster and faster. She was better at this than Wendy, he decided. “Gonna come,” he grunted, and her hand was back in action, streams of milky liquid landing on her hair, her face, those beautiful breasts, and finally dribbling down her hand and arm. Their eyes met. “Better now?” she asked, her speech still a little slurred. She was still gripping his erection, and Max wasn't sure he could speak. “Yeah, much better,” he finally said to Dana's answering giggle. She stumbled back to her chair and watched as Luke shot spunk on Wendy's face and breasts as well, then held up her glass. Max rose slowly, took the glass, and filled it, returning it to Dana, who took a big swallow. She wondered what might happen after the third glass. Right now, though, Wendy was reaching for her hand to guide her to the bathroom. She chuckled as she realized they were both a bit of a mess. The trip to the bathroom was a little awkward, with both of them bumping walls and stumbling repeatedly, each helping to support the other. “Max was in heaven,” Wendy said a little unevenly. “I made him get hard and thought I needed to take care of it,” Dana replied. “Maybe I shouldn't have done that.” “He thinks you're the best there is. You made him a happy camper. He'll remember that … and remind me about it forever,” Wendy finished with a giggle. "Wendy, he loves you,” Dana replied as she washed the sticky cum off her face. “I know he does,” and I don't mind him thinking that about you. I just know he never dreamed something like that would happen.“ "He gave my boobs a good squeezing, too,” She paused her scrubbing for a second. "You seemed to do a good job with Luke, too. "He didn't try to fight me off, that's for sure. Max says something about getting a little ‘strange' can be fun when he's teasing me. We weren't exactly doing that, but it was fun.” “Hold still,” Dana said, taking a wet washcloth and cleaning two strings of gooey liquid from Wendy's hair. Wendy took the cloth and did the same for Dana.“ They looked at each other. "They owe us,” Wendy said. “Are you game?” “I'm ready.” Back to the family room they went, and Dana drained the last of her third glass. She saw Max eyeing her with a smile. Wendy went straight to Luke and sat down next to him. Dana went to where she had been earlier, sat down, and spread her legs. She smiled as Max's cock was already responding, and he dropped to his hands and knees and came toward her. It felt so strange in a way, legs spread wide, womanhood in full view, and a different man heading toward her. It was her good friend, Max, but what if it was someone else. She shivered as Max touched her legs, then began kissing his way from her knee to her crotch. There were all sorts of possibilities, and she wondered what all he might do. “You ready?” he murmured, looking up at her. She bit her lower lip, nodding. His finger traced her cleft from top to bottom and back again, over and over, not probing, just caressing. That had never happened to her before, and she was nearly frantic, wanting him to do more. At last, he did, stroking over and over the pinkness between her vagina and her clitoris, not touching either. Breathing was getting more difficult, and she knew her body was glistening. She forced herself to look at Max – his eyebrows were raised, he was smiling and licking his lips. She knew that if he didn't do more soon, she'd have to grab his hand and make the decision for him. At last, his finger probed, sliding slowly inside her. Her hips pressed forward to meet his thrust, forcing his finger deeper. She felt a second finger and then a third. Without even thinking about it, her hips were moving back and forth on the fingers. “You like that, don't you?” he said softly. All Dana could do was moan and press forward with her hips. “How about this,” he asked as one finger slid across her clitoris. Dana jerked, a sharp moan escaping her throat. “I'll take that as a yes,” Max said, his finger flicking back and forth across her swollen clit. Dana couldn't control the moans that seemed to be getting louder and louder. This was different than she was used to as Max's tongue and finger alternated with almost the same flicking motions. Luke used his lips much more than Max, but the flicking had her body heating, sensations racing through her as she felt his fingers moving faster and faster. It was going to happen, and the spasms began with a long and loud moan, followed by more spasms and staccato moans as her body shuddered, every muscle contracting over and over. “Stop, please,” she finally said through her labored breathing. He did and said, “Look over there,” a very wet finger pointing toward the other couple where Luke's face was buried between Wendy's widely spread legs, her body mimicking what had just happened with Dana. Dana watched as Max reluctantly sat back on his haunches, giving her pussy a last look before standing. She smiled as his erection was still very prominent. Wendy had brought her legs together, and Luke stood beside the couch. “It's midnight,” Luke said. “Nude Day is over.” “No, it's not,” Wendy countered. “Let's go out in the yard and practice posing for the luncheon picture I'm planning to do.” Max offered his hand to Dana, and she stood, as did Wendy. Outside in the yard, and naked? This was something new. It was a warm night in July, and there was no dew on the grass yet, so sitting and posing was fun, filled with pushing and touching and lots of laughing. The yard was fairly private, but none of them were thinking of that as they listened to the crickets chirping and the cicadas singing their mating songs. There was even the unmistakable sharp chirp of a whippoorwill. When they finished with the supposed posing practice, Luke crawled across the grass to Dana. “I heard you,” he said, kissing her ear. “You should have been taking care of Wendy and ignoring me,” she answered with a chuckle. “I was doing that, but it must have been good, right?” She looked at him in the glow of the moonlight. “It was … different.” “That's what Wendy said, too. It was so strange, hearing those gorgeous moans, but being so far away.” “That isn't fair; I couldn't hear you at all.” “I doubt you were hearing anything. I just wish I could have watched it.” “You mean you'd have liked to see another man make me come?” “As long as you're still mine, yeah.” “That's not an issue, and I did see the very end of Wendy taking care of you. It was, well, fascinating and exciting, too. "How about me taking care of you right now and right here?” Luke said, sliding his hand along Dana's thigh. “You want to make me come again?” “More than that.” “Oh, god, Luke. Wendy and Max are right there.” “And when they see us … they'll join us,” He pushed her back so she was flat on the grass and spread her legs. "I guess I don't have much choice now,” she whispered. “You can say no if you'd like,” he said as he pressed his erection against her. She groaned and pulled him onto her. Just as predicted, Wendy and Max, ten feet from them, joined them within seconds. On Saturday, Wendy dragged Dana to the little downtown gallery to see her painting. Dana piled her hair into a bun, wore dark glasses, and a plain, loose-fitting dress to disguise herself as much as possible. It was a special day at the gallery, and it was fairly well packed. Wendy went to talk to the owner, and Dana stood by herself to view the well-lit display. By herself was a misnomer, as there were many people standing around with her, looking. “Unique idea,” a lady shared with her. “And the model is beautiful as well.” Dana smiled as she nearly said thank you to the lady. She listened to more comments, blushing slightly despite her disguise. When Wendy returned, she asked Dana if people seemed to like it. “Everything I've heard so far is good.” “The owner says he's had several offers to purchase it. The last one was for five thousand dollars, from an older gentleman who said he'd double the offer if he could meet the model.” “Wendy, no way,” Dana said, looking around guiltily. “I told her that wouldn't happen, and she was going to go back to the gentleman for a response.” Dana thought for a moment. “So, if I just meet the guy, you'll get an extra five thousand?” “Minus a commission, of course,” She received a nudge in the ribs for that. Dana remembered when she'd posed for that picture, and the one of herself, how nervous and embarrassed she'd been to expose her body. Then Wendy has told her about the gallery and the painting being on display. She had rebelled at first, then agreed. Now she was standing in front of the painting, and no one had recognized her. With the many things that had happened since, particularly the National Nude Day celebration just two days ago, she felt much differently about herself than she had then. She smiled at Wendy. "Tell your friend to get as much out of the old guy as she can, but I'll be happy to meet him so the artist can receive an additional five grand, or whatever the doubling might be.” “Are you sure, Dana?' "Yeah, and maybe I'll give him his own personal viewing, you know.” “Dana!” It was Wendy's turn to look appalled. The patron of the arts upped his offer to ten thousand dollars, which Wendy promised to share some with Dana. The meeting with the gentleman was very pleasant – dinner at the Downtown Athletic Club. Dana didn't give him a “personal viewing,” but she did wear the red dress, which she was sure it made the old guy's heart pound a little harder. When the Proctors or the Berrys went to the other's house for dinner or games, it was after dark and interesting. With cooler weather approaching, they were both sure it would get even more interesting. On “very special” nights, their times together were very interesting and delightfully exciting, their experimentation becoming more and more sensual and … well, just, you can imagine. Dana had changed dramatically and was loving it. She could dress as she wanted, act as she wanted, and be who she wanted. And Luke had never been more proud of his wife. When other men gawked at her, he loved her even more. Perhaps he was changing too. They'd both decided that National Nude Day had accomplished that, or at least put the final stamp on everything. By PickFiction for Literotica

By PickFiction- Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Dana Berry blushes whenever her stunning body & looks are commented upon. The daughter of an accomplished fashion model, her genes may get a lot of the credit for such attractiveness. But there never was less of an exhibitionist in the western world (save for the cloistered nuns). But here she stands in Wendy Proctor's front entry, with a dilemma. Her proud husband, Luke; an able young executive, Had bought two very expensive and daring dresses for her, and informed her of two upcoming social events they were to attend. [[MORE]] Wendy greeted Dana and saw the concern on Dana's face. “Luke bought two new dresses for me, and, not surprisingly, they could use some small alterations.” “Did you bring them with you?” Wendy asked, knowing what the answer would be. “Of course,” Dana answered, hurrying to her car and quickly back with a shopping bag that held the dresses. “Luke picked it out, and when I said no, he bought it. I tried to tell him, but he wasn't listening,” Dana sounded a little depressed and defeated. “This dress has a neckline that meets the waistline,” Wendy observed. "I know, and I'm not sure why he wants people to see more of my … ugh, skin.” “I believe that skin is called tits,” Wendy said as Dana rolled her eyes. “Maybe he's just proud of you.” “I suppose,” She took the dress from Wendy and pulled it on over her head. "Well?” “You should really have your bra off to model that one,” Wendy giggled. “I'm not going out with half of my breasts exposed. You know how I hate to show, well, my body, I guess. Can you sew something in there then to kind of hide most of my boobs?” “I could, but what's Luke going to say?” “I'll deal with that. I can give him … Well, you can guess,” The red was now on Dana's cheeks and moving down her neck. Dana carefully unfolded the other dress, obviously much longer and more formal than the red one with the plunging neckline. It was a beautiful gold color. Dana pulled off the red dress and slipped into the gold one. "Good lord,” Declared Wendy. “Dana, when do they award the Miss America crown?” “It is pretty stunning, isn't it?” "It is, particularly with your bra strap crossing the bare-to-below-the-waist back.” “That's part of the problem,” Dana said. “And speaking of leg,” Wendy whistled "Never had a dress with a split clear to my waist,” Dana had a futile look on her face. "So, with this one, you wouldn't be wearing a bra.” Dana rolled her eyes. “And probably little thong panties as well.” “Don't even think that,” Dana gasped. “Well, take your bra off, and let's see how it looks.” “Wendy, I can't do that. People will know I'm not wearing a bra,” Dana looked almost horrified at that thought. Wendy sighed. "Walk over and look at yourself in the mirror. Just look; no thoughts of what you're showing and how much skin is visible. Just look.” “It's for the Christmas party,” Dana said resignedly. “It would be a travesty to alter that dress even a little bit.” “Wendy, I don't know if I can do it,” Dana said, in agony. "Well, Christmas is a long way off, and I suspect you'll have talked yourself into it by then. What's the red one for?” “There's a fancy dinner for Luke's company in about two months. Ugh.” “We'll work on it, and I've got an idea that may help,” Wendy assured Dana. "Okay, here's what I've come up with. Hear me out before you decide anything. I have a little surprise for you,” Wendy paused and smiled. "Besides being a seamstress, I'm also an artist of sorts. I did it when I was in high school and first year of college. Then I got too busy and just stopped. I've kind of picked it up again, and Max has encouraged me, and, well, that's where I'm beginning with you.” Dana looked puzzled, “Come with me. We've turned the garage into my studio,” She led Dana through the house and into the garage. It was filled with canvases, both full and empty. "Wow, you've been working,” Dana said, looking around at the many paintings both hanging and leaning. “Here's the one I finally finished,” she said, leading Dana around the big easel. Dana stopped suddenly, eyes wide and hand to mouth as she stared at the painting. “That's your Max,” she said quietly. “Sure is, and I'm really proud of it.” “Should you be showing me this?” Dana asked, afraid to look at her. “You mean because he's naked? He doesn't mind. He's proud of my artwork.” Dana stared. He was certainly naked. She marveled at the painting. It looked almost like a photograph, but if she looked carefully, she could see brushstrokes. She couldn't believe Wendy was showing her this. Dana finally found the courage to look at her best friend, who was smiling. “Max just posed, and you painted him?” “That's all there was to it.” “So why are you showing it to me?” Wendy took a deep breath. “I want to paint you.” The entire meaning of what Wendy was saying suddenly struck Dana, and a shocked expression filled her face. “You want to paint me … like that? Have you lost your mind?” “Not at all. I can't think of anyone who'd look more beautiful in a painting like that.” Dana could barely catch her breath. Naked. Wendy wanted her to model for her … naked? This was so, so far beyond anything that had ever happened between them, she couldn't imagine where Wendy had gotten this idea. It was … it was … “You'd just pose here in the studio – no one would see you except me. We're big girls now and can see each other naked,” Wendy went to the wall and pulled out a canvas from behind several others. "Here. I posed for myself in a mirror,” she said, placing the painting on the easel. Wendy chuckled. “Plus, you owe me for all the sewing I do for you.” “I'm supposed to trade naked modeling for your modifying my dresses and things?” Dana stammered, “That, plus my good advice on how good you look in the dresses I didn't modify.” That was why she was here in the first place; she was trying to gain enough courage to wear those dresses. And all Wendy could come up with was having her pose naked? Her brain hit the brakes. She looked at Wendy. “So, you think if I can model for you, that would make it easier for me to wear those dresses?” “I sure do, and you might even enjoy the modeling, freeing yourself, going against what you've always been, that kind of stuff. Plus, you'll have a painting to hang in your bedroom. Or your family room,” she added, laughing. Dana sputtered. The thought of a picture like that hanging anywhere in their house had her blushing. She knew that Luke would love it, though. Still, it couldn't hang where people could see it. Maybe in their ensuite. It was large enough for that. She paused her thinking once again. If she was deciding where to hang the painting, that meant she had agreed to do it. She looked at Wendy as she nibbled her lower lip. “When can we start?” Wendy asked, smiling at her. “I can't believe I'm agreeing to this, and I still may back out.” “Don't say anything to Luke. You can surprise him on his birthday or at Christmas. Plus, you'll surprise him when you wear those dresses.” Dana wasn't at all sure that posing naked, in private and for Wendy, would make it easier for her to expose so much of herself to others, like Luke's co-workers. Maybe, but she'd have to see. She remembered wearing the dresses, naked beneath them. And she remembered how she'd looked in the mirror. Yep, she'd have to see. “Let's start tomorrow before you change your mind,” Wendy suggested, chuckling. Dana met her eyes. Still time to change her mind. The single word “naked” hammered at her brain. She was naked when she showered and with Luke, of course. Even that had been difficult the first time. Now, though, it was … Could posing for Wendy be like that, too? It was so different, a foreign territory that Dana thought she was ready to explore. She'd find out tomorrow. Tomorrow came, Luke went to work, and Dana was left with her decision of yesterday. She dressed normally, refusing to let this possibly temporary thing change her life. She walked the three blocks to Wendy's with purposeful strides, looking confident even if she didn't feel that way. As she usually did, she went in the back door and called for Wendy, who appeared immediately, a big smile on her face. “If it would make you feel better, I can be naked too while I paint,” Wendy offered. "Oh, lord, no. That would be weird. What am I saying? This whole thing is weird.” “Well, listen, I've seen you in your bra and panties when we were looking at the dresses, so it should be easy to get that way again.” Dana decided that made a lot of sense. She slowly and carefully took off her shirt, then her shorts. She decided that, since she was in undressing mode, she might as well continue. Eyes closed, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, holding it in place momentarily, then pulling it off, eyes still closed. No comment from Wendy. Feeling a little more confident after taking off her bra, Dana quickly slid the panties down her legs and kicked them aside. She opened her eyes. “I've told you this before, but I sure as hell wish I had a body like yours,” Wendy said, a serious look on her face. "Wendy, it's not..” “ It is, and you know it,” Wendy interrupted. “Now, let's talk about the posing and the kind of portrait you'd like.” She led Dana to the full-length mirror and stood away from it slightly, then motioned for Dana to move a little to her right. “I picture you standing by a wooden chair, your back to the mirror, your hand on the chair, maybe one knee bent a little. Sound good?” Dana wasn't sure how it sounded; she'd never posed before and had no idea. “Let me get the chair and show you,” Wendy said, rescuing Dana from her uncertainty. She went into the house and was back in seconds with a low-back chair from the dining room. She placed it carefully, went to the easel, and checked, then motioned for Dana to pose as she'd described. Wendy was standing in front of her now, staring at her breasts. Flexing and moving slightly, Dana made it to one hour before she needed a break. Wendy brought two glasses of wine, very full glasses, and they chatted for fifteen minutes, finished the wine, and went back to work. She noticed she felt a little more relaxed after scarfing down the wine, something she'd remember. “I'd like to be a little further along before you see it,” Wendy said when they were finished for the day. Tomorrow at one? We'll have a couple of hours,” She picked up Dana's clothes. “Want to leave these here and walk home naked?” Dana rolled her eyes and grabbed the clothes, quickly putting them on. They worked tomorrow, and the next day, then paused for the weekend. On Monday, they were back at work, Wendy promising to reveal what she had done. They had been at work about thirty minutes when Max walked into the studio. There was a loud scream. “Sorry,” Max said. “Oh, it's just Dana.” “Just Dana” was frantically scrambling to cover herself, having nothing available except her hands and arms. One arm across her breasts, and one hand covering her crotch, she was visibly shaking. “I got to work and didn't have my wallet. You know where I left it?” “On the little desk in the family room, I think.” “Thanks, and sorry, Dana,” The look on his face said he wasn't really sorry. He went back into the main house. "You made his day, you know. He thinks you're absolutely gorgeous and the ultimate babe of babes.” “Wendy, no way.” “Way,” Wendy replied, laughing. “I'm sure that picture of you he just saw is foremost in his mind right this minute. And he'll tell me about it this evening.” She'd heard that from Luke but never from anyone else. Somehow, this was different. Luke was her husband, and of course, he'd say it. Max was just a friend and had nothing to gain from saying it. Wendy teased her about it constantly, but she'd always disregarded it. Now, with Max, did that make it true? When he called her “the babe of babes,” he was talking about what was under the clothes, and now he had seen that. Would he change his mind? “You ready to pose again?” “I think so.” “Well, you're going to have to move your arm and your hand.” It was complete and ready for Luke's birthday after a few awkward “posing” sessions where Dana sat beside Wendy, holding out her hands, having her face studied carefully, and, of course, topless with Wendy carefully studying her breasts and nipples. But, when it was complete, it looked almost like a photograph; it was so finely detailed and realistic. In their conversations, while Wendy was painting, she noted she had other projects in mind. She wanted to take famous old paintings by the masters and create modern versions, beginning with The Nude Maja by Goya, with Dana posing, of course. “By the way,” Wendy said after their last session, “now there are portraits of you, Max, and myself. Only one's missing. Was she hinting that she wanted to paint a portrait of Luke … naked? "Why not?” Wendy asked, seeing the look on Dana's face. “You stared at Max while you were posing. I need to get my jollies too"Wendy, what have I gotten myself into?” “Nothing, except you're way more relaxed showing a little of your body now, and I suspect you may be ready to wear that red dress to Luke's dinner party.” Dana was satisfied that she could do it without exposing anything and had decided she'd wear no underwear for the dinner. She smiled when she thought of what Luke's reaction would be. Plus, she wondered what her own reaction would be, particularly after she'd had a couple of drinks. The way her thoughts about herself had changed, it could be dangerous. “After you wear that dress to the dinner, talk to Luke about having his portrait done.” Dana decided that Wendy was developing an obsession with painting a portrait of a naked Luke, and, despite her reservations, she knew Luke would love the idea. She'd bring it up when she gave him his birthday present. And, she wondered if Wendy would volunteer to paint while she was naked, as she'd done with Dana. “Another project I have in mind is a modern interpretation of Monet's painting' Luncheon on the Grass. It has two men and two women on a picnic with one of the ladies naked. My version will have a more realistic four people naked.” “And should I assume that one of them will be me?” Dana asked. “And the others will be me, Max, and Luke.” “Wendy,” Dana squealed. “I'm supposed to sit there and pose with two naked men there also?” “It'll be fun. I might have to take photos to use. We'll all pose for the photos, and I can use them to do the painting when it rains and stuff.” “It's still naked posing with men.” She'd nearly had heart failure the first time she'd pulled off her clothing in front of Wendy. But she'd done it. Could she do more? Luke's birthday was on Friday, and the dinner party was on Saturday. She was sure Luke would be nearly overwhelmed by the surprises she had in store for him. And there were several. She prepared his favorite dinner on Friday, steaks, baked potato, tossed salad, and a little cheesecake for dessert. After dinner, when he was comfortable in the lounger, she went to the spare bedroom and was back quickly with a large but thin present, wrapped neatly in bright red paper. “Guess what this is?” she teased. Luke made several futile attempts at guessing before she handed it to him. He carefully tore the paper off, then just stared for long seconds. Slowly his head turned toward her. “Dana?” was all he could say. “Do you like it?” He looked at it again. “This is the best gift you could have gotten me. And, I thought it was a photograph, but it's a painting. Did you have … where did you get the idea … who painted it? Dana knew his mind was wondering if some strange man had been seeing her naked while he painted the picture. "Wendy did it.” “Wendy? I didn't know she painted.” “Neither did I, but she showed me two that she had done before, of herself and of her husband” “Max?” Dana could hear the obvious question in the single word. “Yes, and they're both naked. And yes, now I've seen a painting of Max naked,” She wasn't going to mention just yet that Max had seen her posing naked. "And now, Wendy wants to do one of you.” “She does?” “You'd like that, wouldn't you?” she said, giggling. “I'd rather see the one she did of herself.” “I'm sure she'll let you. Maybe as a birthday present.” “Dana, I can't believe that you, of all people, were able to pose nude for a portrait, even if the artist was your best friend.” “She said I owed her for all the sewing she's done for me.” While Luke continued to look at the painting, Dana called Wendy, asking if they could come over, and Luke wanted to see her picture. Wendy laughed and said that would be fine. “So, you want to see my picture, huh,” Wendy said when she answered the door. “Well, if you're willing to show, I'm willing to look.” “On one condition. That you allow me to complete the quartet of paintings.” “Sure. I'm willing to show if you're willing to paint.” They viewed the nude Wendy, Luke trying to be cool about it but failing. They worked out posing times for Luke, talked about the other projects that Wendy had suggested, and Dana and Luke headed home. Luke propped the painting on the bedroom dresser opposite the bed, and the sex that followed was slightly different and much more satisfying than usual. The Saturday morning follow-up was the same. When Saturday evening came, and it was time to dress for the dinner, Dana showered and went to the spare bedroom. Still naked from the shower, she pulled on the red dress, arranged her hair, applied the little makeup she usually wore for special events, added a couple of dashes of her favorite cologne, and went to their bedroom where Luke was dressing. He turned to her, smiled … and then his eyes went wide. “You're wearing that dress?” he said, a huge smile now engulfing his face. She walked toward Luke, bending from the waist and pulling her arms together in front of her. “Dana, no bra?” He looked totally astounded. “Unless you insist I wear one.” He just shook his head and, seeing her smile, had another thought. “Lift your skirt,” She did and received a look and a smile she'd treasure. "That painting has changed you.” “A work in process.” “Can't wait for the conclusion.” “Me either,” Dana replied, wondering herself where she was headed. Time would tell. At the dinner party, she carefully watched the men since most of them seemed to be watching her. Luke was having no trouble finding company, as he seemed to be very popular, particularly with the men. Dana, not used to drinking, had just finished her second martini when a third magically appeared in her hand. The buzz she was feeling was very pleasant, and kept a smile on her face as she talked with the men gathered around her and Luke. Her blinking eyes, pleasant giggles, and body movements had most of the men sure she was flirting with them. Of course, Dana had no idea this was the case. The little clutch purse she carried was a nuisance, and she continually dropped it, bending quickly to pick it up, often in unison with one of the men. A couple of times, she looked down and could see three-quarters of her breasts exposed, or maybe even that next fraction, whatever it was. With the constant movement and the bending, her nipples were anything but relaxed, and she knew they were providing a nice pair of pokies for all to see. She chuckled to herself at that thought, so unlike the Dana she had been. As she finished the third martini, she wondered if she could somehow expose her nipples. She'd have to work on that. The short skirt provided another possibility. She took a large swallow of her martini as they headed to the tables and dinner. As they were eating, Luke said, “Those delicious boobs or yours have already been well-viewed tonight, you know.” “You think so,” Dana giggled, taking a bite of potatoes. “You may be naive, but you're not that naive,” he countered. “With this dress that you wanted me to wear, I don't know how I can keep that from happening.” “I didn't say I wanted it to stop. When I bought that dress, I knew that if you wore it, you'd be observed. I'm just surprised you wore it.” She'd finished the fourth martini and was eating, the effect of the food trailing the alcohol just a bit. “I could show my ass, or my pussy too,” she said, leaning close to Luke and giggling. “Actually, they wouldn't see my pussy, just my muff.” Luke looked at her and smiled. “One more martini and I think I could get you up on the table here to dance naked.” “You think?” Dana smirked. "Maybe I should just take you home before you get into trouble.” Once home, Luke said a quiet thank you to the beautiful painting now hanging over their bed. Dana went with Luke for his first posing session with Wendy. Maybe she'd relax after a few sessions, but Wendy seemed awfully anxious to get with a nude Luke. As long as it was only him naked, it should be fine. She wasn't sure if Wendy did it on purpose, but the painting of her hung right in front of where Luke would be posing. Wendy went through the explanation of the posing, breaks if needed, and the final details she'd need when it was almost done. She'd moved a loveseat into the studio and described how she'd like for Luke to pose. When it was time to start, he stripped, sat in the chair, looked at the painting of Wendy, and immediately began to get an erection. “Is that what you want in the painting,” Wendy asked, chuckling. “I think I've been set up,” Luke groaned. The final result was as spectacular as hers had been and was hanging above their bed. Access to their bedroom had become very limited, and both of them enjoyed lying on the bed and looking at the paintings. Dana had completed her posing for Wendy's modern version of Goya's The Nude Maja. It had been easy posing, and the final result was what Dana had imagined it to be when she went to Wendy's to see it. “It came out pretty well, you think? ” Wendy asked. “Like all the others, it's gorgeous.” I showed it to the Goodwin Gallery downtown. They want to display it for six months.“ Dana's eyes opened wide. "They're sure it will sell during that time too.” “Wendy, that's me in that painting,” Dana said, her heart pounding. “And you look perfect there.” “I'm naked.” “Well, if you say so, I won't do it,” Wendy answered, a defeated look on her face. “Oh, pile the guilt on me,” Dana said, laughing. But what Wendy said was true. She didn't know anyone who visited those galleries. But it was her face … and the rest of her, too. This was a real test of the changed Dana. She took a deep breath. “Oh, hell, go ahead.” She received a big hug from Wendy. “Thanks.” “Now that we've settled that, what are we going to do to celebrate National Nude Day?” “Huh?” “It's July fourteenth, and that's just a few days away. We need to plan something.” A good bit of discussion followed, with many possibilities explored. They parted, leaving the final decision hanging. The next day they talked for an hour. The plan was set and would be a surprise to the men, particularly since neither of them was aware that National Nude Day existed. “Guess what, babe?” Dana said when dinner was finished. “Um, how many guesses do I get?” “Just be quiet. Today is National Nude Day, and we need to celebrate.” Luke began unbuttoning his shirt.“ "Slow down, tiger. The celebration begins after dark.” “Go on.” “I'll update you then.” It was an enticingly nerve-wracking evening for Luke, his imagination sparked by those four letters. N-U-D-E. He kept watching Dana, chagrined to see how much she was enjoying tormenting him. “It's almost dark,” he finally said, a hopeful tone to his voice. “Fill me in.” Dana smiled. “We're going to Wendy and Max's to celebrate.” “Oh, nice.” “We're going to walk.” “Okay.” “Naked.” “No shit?” “Yup. We leave our clothes here and walk.” “So, you're going to be outdoors naked?” “That's the plan.” Both of them stripped, followed by Luke chasing a squealing Dana two laps around the entire downstairs. Still giggling, they closed up the house, hiding a key under a rock, and started their trip. The street lights were all on the same side of the street, which would hopefully help them stay unobserved. They stayed behind bushes when they could, and when a car passed, they hid, with Dana learning over to make sure it was past them. It was all Luke needed, and his hand was immediately between her legs, massaging gently. “Luke, stop,” she pleaded, grabbing his arm. A few more seconds of enjoyment, and he relented. They arrived at the Proctor's panting for breath, Luke having chased Dana the last one hundred yards, tickling her at nearly every step. They were greeted by a naked Wendy, which brought a smile to Luke's face. He'd seen the painting, but reality was much more juicy. He received a knowing smile in return. Once inside, they met Max, who was also naked. Dana was astounded that all four of them were ready to spend an evening together … naked. She found herself repeatedly “checking out” Max, or at least checking his manhood which didn't seem to be totally limp. She smiled at that, knowing that Luke was doing the same with Wendy. “We have martinis, Dana. I understand you like them,” Max said, smiling. He filled a rather large glass and handed it to Dana, then filled three more and passed them around. “Don't worry, if you get too buzzed, you're welcome to spend the night here.” A pair of chuckles, and soon, second glasses were being poured. These were larger glasses than they'd had at the dinner, so Dana knew the effects would arrive sooner. They discussed the paintings, Dana being challenged to go to the downtown gallery to view her naked body. As she pictured that, she heard the words, “are you the model?” and it caused her to tremble and tingle as well. The second glass had been emptied, and Dana was flying low, a very contented feeling filling her brain as a “what the hell” feeling surged through her body. She sat on a chair across from Max, watching his erection slowly growing. In her muddled state, she realized she was sitting very comfortably with her legs spread enough that her muff was no longer shielding her pussy. When she glanced down, she could clearly see her parted labia. She smiled at Max, and he returned the smile. She felt sorry for him in that condition, his erection very prominent and needing help. She walked unsteadily to his chair and dropped to the floor on hands and knees. “Poor thing,” she chuckled, blinking her eyes at him. She licked her lips, and her hand took hold of him. She loved the groan she heard, her innate sensuality bubbling to the surface. For a second, she thought of using her mouth but decided her hand would do the job. She began a slow but steady pumping, the kind that Luke particularly enjoyed. “Is that good?” she asked. Max simply groaned. Luke watched what was happening, realizing that he was getting hard from the watching. A quick look at Wendy – she was looking at him and nodding. On hands and knees, she crossed to his chair and, unlike Dana, was perfectly willing to use her mouth, surrounding the head with her lips and caressing it with her tongue. Wendy wasn't Dana, but right this instant, she was amazing, her breasts rubbing his legs as her mouth enveloped his erection. He closed his eyes, enveloped in what she was doing to him. Max was ready to explode. This exceptionally beautiful woman was massaging his cock, and, not to miss an opportunity, he leaned forward and began squeezing those fantastic breasts he had seen once before. The nipples were hard, the skin soft and smooth, the breasts amazingly firm and, well, just perfect. He looked across at Wendy and was jealous. He wanted that but didn't know how to make it happen. He'd try. “Look at Luke,” he whispered in Dana's ear. She released him and turned her head. Then her eyes rolled to his, and she smiled. In seconds, her lips closed on his cock and slid down nearly to the base. He grunted as her head began to bob up and down, faster and faster. She was better at this than Wendy, he decided. “Gonna come,” he grunted, and her hand was back in action, streams of milky liquid landing on her hair, her face, those beautiful breasts, and finally dribbling down her hand and arm. Their eyes met. “Better now?” she asked, her speech still a little slurred. She was still gripping his erection, and Max wasn't sure he could speak. “Yeah, much better,” he finally said to Dana's answering giggle. She stumbled back to her chair and watched as Luke shot spunk on Wendy's face and breasts as well, then held up her glass. Max rose slowly, took the glass, and filled it, returning it to Dana, who took a big swallow. She wondered what might happen after the third glass. Right now, though, Wendy was reaching for her hand to guide her to the bathroom. She chuckled as she realized they were both a bit of a mess. The trip to the bathroom was a little awkward, with both of them bumping walls and stumbling repeatedly, each helping to support the other. “Max was in heaven,” Wendy said a little unevenly. “I made him get hard and thought I needed to take care of it,” Dana replied. “Maybe I shouldn't have done that.” “He thinks you're the best there is. You made him a happy camper. He'll remember that … and remind me about it forever,” Wendy finished with a giggle. "Wendy, he loves you,” Dana replied as she washed the sticky cum off her face. “I know he does,” and I don't mind him thinking that about you. I just know he never dreamed something like that would happen.“ "He gave my boobs a good squeezing, too,” She paused her scrubbing for a second. "You seemed to do a good job with Luke, too. "He didn't try to fight me off, that's for sure. Max says something about getting a little ‘strange' can be fun when he's teasing me. We weren't exactly doing that, but it was fun.” “Hold still,” Dana said, taking a wet washcloth and cleaning two strings of gooey liquid from Wendy's hair. Wendy took the cloth and did the same for Dana.“ They looked at each other. "They owe us,” Wendy said. “Are you game?” “I'm ready.” Back to the family room they went, and Dana drained the last of her third glass. She saw Max eyeing her with a smile. Wendy went straight to Luke and sat down next to him. Dana went to where she had been earlier, sat down, and spread her legs. She smiled as Max's cock was already responding, and he dropped to his hands and knees and came toward her. It felt so strange in a way, legs spread wide, womanhood in full view, and a different man heading toward her. It was her good friend, Max, but what if it was someone else. She shivered as Max touched her legs, then began kissing his way from her knee to her crotch. There were all sorts of possibilities, and she wondered what all he might do. “You ready?” he murmured, looking up at her. She bit her lower lip, nodding. His finger traced her cleft from top to bottom and back again, over and over, not probing, just caressing. That had never happened to her before, and she was nearly frantic, wanting him to do more. At last, he did, stroking over and over the pinkness between her vagina and her clitoris, not touching either. Breathing was getting more difficult, and she knew her body was glistening. She forced herself to look at Max – his eyebrows were raised, he was smiling and licking his lips. She knew that if he didn't do more soon, she'd have to grab his hand and make the decision for him. At last, his finger probed, sliding slowly inside her. Her hips pressed forward to meet his thrust, forcing his finger deeper. She felt a second finger and then a third. Without even thinking about it, her hips were moving back and forth on the fingers. “You like that, don't you?” he said softly. All Dana could do was moan and press forward with her hips. “How about this,” he asked as one finger slid across her clitoris. Dana jerked, a sharp moan escaping her throat. “I'll take that as a yes,” Max said, his finger flicking back and forth across her swollen clit. Dana couldn't control the moans that seemed to be getting louder and louder. This was different than she was used to as Max's tongue and finger alternated with almost the same flicking motions. Luke used his lips much more than Max, but the flicking had her body heating, sensations racing through her as she felt his fingers moving faster and faster. It was going to happen, and the spasms began with a long and loud moan, followed by more spasms and staccato moans as her body shuddered, every muscle contracting over and over. “Stop, please,” she finally said through her labored breathing. He did and said, “Look over there,” a very wet finger pointing toward the other couple where Luke's face was buried between Wendy's widely spread legs, her body mimicking what had just happened with Dana. Dana watched as Max reluctantly sat back on his haunches, giving her pussy a last look before standing. She smiled as his erection was still very prominent. Wendy had brought her legs together, and Luke stood beside the couch. “It's midnight,” Luke said. “Nude Day is over.” “No, it's not,” Wendy countered. “Let's go out in the yard and practice posing for the luncheon picture I'm planning to do.” Max offered his hand to Dana, and she stood, as did Wendy. Outside in the yard, and naked? This was something new. It was a warm night in July, and there was no dew on the grass yet, so sitting and posing was fun, filled with pushing and touching and lots of laughing. The yard was fairly private, but none of them were thinking of that as they listened to the crickets chirping and the cicadas singing their mating songs. There was even the unmistakable sharp chirp of a whippoorwill. When they finished with the supposed posing practice, Luke crawled across the grass to Dana. “I heard you,” he said, kissing her ear. “You should have been taking care of Wendy and ignoring me,” she answered with a chuckle. “I was doing that, but it must have been good, right?” She looked at him in the glow of the moonlight. “It was … different.” “That's what Wendy said, too. It was so strange, hearing those gorgeous moans, but being so far away.” “That isn't fair; I couldn't hear you at all.” “I doubt you were hearing anything. I just wish I could have watched it.” “You mean you'd have liked to see another man make me come?” “As long as you're still mine, yeah.” “That's not an issue, and I did see the very end of Wendy taking care of you. It was, well, fascinating and exciting, too. "How about me taking care of you right now and right here?” Luke said, sliding his hand along Dana's thigh. “You want to make me come again?” “More than that.” “Oh, god, Luke. Wendy and Max are right there.” “And when they see us … they'll join us,” He pushed her back so she was flat on the grass and spread her legs. "I guess I don't have much choice now,” she whispered. “You can say no if you'd like,” he said as he pressed his erection against her. She groaned and pulled him onto her. Just as predicted, Wendy and Max, ten feet from them, joined them within seconds. On Saturday, Wendy dragged Dana to the little downtown gallery to see her painting. Dana piled her hair into a bun, wore dark glasses, and a plain, loose-fitting dress to disguise herself as much as possible. It was a special day at the gallery, and it was fairly well packed. Wendy went to talk to the owner, and Dana stood by herself to view the well-lit display. By herself was a misnomer, as there were many people standing around with her, looking. “Unique idea,” a lady shared with her. “And the model is beautiful as well.” Dana smiled as she nearly said thank you to the lady. She listened to more comments, blushing slightly despite her disguise. When Wendy returned, she asked Dana if people seemed to like it. “Everything I've heard so far is good.” “The owner says he's had several offers to purchase it. The last one was for five thousand dollars, from an older gentleman who said he'd double the offer if he could meet the model.” “Wendy, no way,” Dana said, looking around guiltily. “I told her that wouldn't happen, and she was going to go back to the gentleman for a response.” Dana thought for a moment. “So, if I just meet the guy, you'll get an extra five thousand?” “Minus a commission, of course,” She received a nudge in the ribs for that. Dana remembered when she'd posed for that picture, and the one of herself, how nervous and embarrassed she'd been to expose her body. Then Wendy has told her about the gallery and the painting being on display. She had rebelled at first, then agreed. Now she was standing in front of the painting, and no one had recognized her. With the many things that had happened since, particularly the National Nude Day celebration just two days ago, she felt much differently about herself than she had then. She smiled at Wendy. "Tell your friend to get as much out of the old guy as she can, but I'll be happy to meet him so the artist can receive an additional five grand, or whatever the doubling might be.” “Are you sure, Dana?' "Yeah, and maybe I'll give him his own personal viewing, you know.” “Dana!” It was Wendy's turn to look appalled. The patron of the arts upped his offer to ten thousand dollars, which Wendy promised to share some with Dana. The meeting with the gentleman was very pleasant – dinner at the Downtown Athletic Club. Dana didn't give him a “personal viewing,” but she did wear the red dress, which she was sure it made the old guy's heart pound a little harder. When the Proctors or the Berrys went to the other's house for dinner or games, it was after dark and interesting. With cooler weather approaching, they were both sure it would get even more interesting. On “very special” nights, their times together were very interesting and delightfully exciting, their experimentation becoming more and more sensual and … well, just, you can imagine. Dana had changed dramatically and was loving it. She could dress as she wanted, act as she wanted, and be who she wanted. And Luke had never been more proud of his wife. When other men gawked at her, he loved her even more. Perhaps he was changing too. They'd both decided that National Nude Day had accomplished that, or at least put the final stamp on everything. By PickFiction for Literotica

By PickFiction- Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Dana Berry blushes whenever her stunning body & looks are commented upon. The daughter of an accomplished fashion model, her genes may get a lot of the credit for such attractiveness. But there never was less of an exhibitionist in the western world (save for the cloistered nuns). But here she stands in Wendy Proctor's front entry, with a dilemma. Her proud husband, Luke; an able young executive, Had bought two very expensive and daring dresses for her, and informed her of two upcoming social events they were to attend. [[MORE]] Wendy greeted Dana and saw the concern on Dana's face. “Luke bought two new dresses for me, and, not surprisingly, they could use some small alterations.” “Did you bring them with you?” Wendy asked, knowing what the answer would be. “Of course,” Dana answered, hurrying to her car and quickly back with a shopping bag that held the dresses. “Luke picked it out, and when I said no, he bought it. I tried to tell him, but he wasn't listening,” Dana sounded a little depressed and defeated. “This dress has a neckline that meets the waistline,” Wendy observed. "I know, and I'm not sure why he wants people to see more of my … ugh, skin.” “I believe that skin is called tits,” Wendy said as Dana rolled her eyes. “Maybe he's just proud of you.” “I suppose,” She took the dress from Wendy and pulled it on over her head. "Well?” “You should really have your bra off to model that one,” Wendy giggled. “I'm not going out with half of my breasts exposed. You know how I hate to show, well, my body, I guess. Can you sew something in there then to kind of hide most of my boobs?” “I could, but what's Luke going to say?” “I'll deal with that. I can give him … Well, you can guess,” The red was now on Dana's cheeks and moving down her neck. Dana carefully unfolded the other dress, obviously much longer and more formal than the red one with the plunging neckline. It was a beautiful gold color. Dana pulled off the red dress and slipped into the gold one. "Good lord,” Declared Wendy. “Dana, when do they award the Miss America crown?” “It is pretty stunning, isn't it?” "It is, particularly with your bra strap crossing the bare-to-below-the-waist back.” “That's part of the problem,” Dana said. “And speaking of leg,” Wendy whistled "Never had a dress with a split clear to my waist,” Dana had a futile look on her face. "So, with this one, you wouldn't be wearing a bra.” Dana rolled her eyes. “And probably little thong panties as well.” “Don't even think that,” Dana gasped. “Well, take your bra off, and let's see how it looks.” “Wendy, I can't do that. People will know I'm not wearing a bra,” Dana looked almost horrified at that thought. Wendy sighed. "Walk over and look at yourself in the mirror. Just look; no thoughts of what you're showing and how much skin is visible. Just look.” “It's for the Christmas party,” Dana said resignedly. “It would be a travesty to alter that dress even a little bit.” “Wendy, I don't know if I can do it,” Dana said, in agony. "Well, Christmas is a long way off, and I suspect you'll have talked yourself into it by then. What's the red one for?” “There's a fancy dinner for Luke's company in about two months. Ugh.” “We'll work on it, and I've got an idea that may help,” Wendy assured Dana. "Okay, here's what I've come up with. Hear me out before you decide anything. I have a little surprise for you,” Wendy paused and smiled. "Besides being a seamstress, I'm also an artist of sorts. I did it when I was in high school and first year of college. Then I got too busy and just stopped. I've kind of picked it up again, and Max has encouraged me, and, well, that's where I'm beginning with you.” Dana looked puzzled, “Come with me. We've turned the garage into my studio,” She led Dana through the house and into the garage. It was filled with canvases, both full and empty. "Wow, you've been working,” Dana said, looking around at the many paintings both hanging and leaning. “Here's the one I finally finished,” she said, leading Dana around the big easel. Dana stopped suddenly, eyes wide and hand to mouth as she stared at the painting. “That's your Max,” she said quietly. “Sure is, and I'm really proud of it.” “Should you be showing me this?” Dana asked, afraid to look at her. “You mean because he's naked? He doesn't mind. He's proud of my artwork.” Dana stared. He was certainly naked. She marveled at the painting. It looked almost like a photograph, but if she looked carefully, she could see brushstrokes. She couldn't believe Wendy was showing her this. Dana finally found the courage to look at her best friend, who was smiling. “Max just posed, and you painted him?” “That's all there was to it.” “So why are you showing it to me?” Wendy took a deep breath. “I want to paint you.” The entire meaning of what Wendy was saying suddenly struck Dana, and a shocked expression filled her face. “You want to paint me … like that? Have you lost your mind?” “Not at all. I can't think of anyone who'd look more beautiful in a painting like that.” Dana could barely catch her breath. Naked. Wendy wanted her to model for her … naked? This was so, so far beyond anything that had ever happened between them, she couldn't imagine where Wendy had gotten this idea. It was … it was … “You'd just pose here in the studio – no one would see you except me. We're big girls now and can see each other naked,” Wendy went to the wall and pulled out a canvas from behind several others. "Here. I posed for myself in a mirror,” she said, placing the painting on the easel. Wendy chuckled. “Plus, you owe me for all the sewing I do for you.” “I'm supposed to trade naked modeling for your modifying my dresses and things?” Dana stammered, “That, plus my good advice on how good you look in the dresses I didn't modify.” That was why she was here in the first place; she was trying to gain enough courage to wear those dresses. And all Wendy could come up with was having her pose naked? Her brain hit the brakes. She looked at Wendy. “So, you think if I can model for you, that would make it easier for me to wear those dresses?” “I sure do, and you might even enjoy the modeling, freeing yourself, going against what you've always been, that kind of stuff. Plus, you'll have a painting to hang in your bedroom. Or your family room,” she added, laughing. Dana sputtered. The thought of a picture like that hanging anywhere in their house had her blushing. She knew that Luke would love it, though. Still, it couldn't hang where people could see it. Maybe in their ensuite. It was large enough for that. She paused her thinking once again. If she was deciding where to hang the painting, that meant she had agreed to do it. She looked at Wendy as she nibbled her lower lip. “When can we start?” Wendy asked, smiling at her. “I can't believe I'm agreeing to this, and I still may back out.” “Don't say anything to Luke. You can surprise him on his birthday or at Christmas. Plus, you'll surprise him when you wear those dresses.” Dana wasn't at all sure that posing naked, in private and for Wendy, would make it easier for her to expose so much of herself to others, like Luke's co-workers. Maybe, but she'd have to see. She remembered wearing the dresses, naked beneath them. And she remembered how she'd looked in the mirror. Yep, she'd have to see. “Let's start tomorrow before you change your mind,” Wendy suggested, chuckling. Dana met her eyes. Still time to change her mind. The single word “naked” hammered at her brain. She was naked when she showered and with Luke, of course. Even that had been difficult the first time. Now, though, it was … Could posing for Wendy be like that, too? It was so different, a foreign territory that Dana thought she was ready to explore. She'd find out tomorrow. Tomorrow came, Luke went to work, and Dana was left with her decision of yesterday. She dressed normally, refusing to let this possibly temporary thing change her life. She walked the three blocks to Wendy's with purposeful strides, looking confident even if she didn't feel that way. As she usually did, she went in the back door and called for Wendy, who appeared immediately, a big smile on her face. “If it would make you feel better, I can be naked too while I paint,” Wendy offered. "Oh, lord, no. That would be weird. What am I saying? This whole thing is weird.” “Well, listen, I've seen you in your bra and panties when we were looking at the dresses, so it should be easy to get that way again.” Dana decided that made a lot of sense. She slowly and carefully took off her shirt, then her shorts. She decided that, since she was in undressing mode, she might as well continue. Eyes closed, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, holding it in place momentarily, then pulling it off, eyes still closed. No comment from Wendy. Feeling a little more confident after taking off her bra, Dana quickly slid the panties down her legs and kicked them aside. She opened her eyes. “I've told you this before, but I sure as hell wish I had a body like yours,” Wendy said, a serious look on her face. "Wendy, it's not..” “ It is, and you know it,” Wendy interrupted. “Now, let's talk about the posing and the kind of portrait you'd like.” She led Dana to the full-length mirror and stood away from it slightly, then motioned for Dana to move a little to her right. “I picture you standing by a wooden chair, your back to the mirror, your hand on the chair, maybe one knee bent a little. Sound good?” Dana wasn't sure how it sounded; she'd never posed before and had no idea. “Let me get the chair and show you,” Wendy said, rescuing Dana from her uncertainty. She went into the house and was back in seconds with a low-back chair from the dining room. She placed it carefully, went to the easel, and checked, then motioned for Dana to pose as she'd described. Wendy was standing in front of her now, staring at her breasts. Flexing and moving slightly, Dana made it to one hour before she needed a break. Wendy brought two glasses of wine, very full glasses, and they chatted for fifteen minutes, finished the wine, and went back to work. She noticed she felt a little more relaxed after scarfing down the wine, something she'd remember. “I'd like to be a little further along before you see it,” Wendy said when they were finished for the day. Tomorrow at one? We'll have a couple of hours,” She picked up Dana's clothes. “Want to leave these here and walk home naked?” Dana rolled her eyes and grabbed the clothes, quickly putting them on. They worked tomorrow, and the next day, then paused for the weekend. On Monday, they were back at work, Wendy promising to reveal what she had done. They had been at work about thirty minutes when Max walked into the studio. There was a loud scream. “Sorry,” Max said. “Oh, it's just Dana.” “Just Dana” was frantically scrambling to cover herself, having nothing available except her hands and arms. One arm across her breasts, and one hand covering her crotch, she was visibly shaking. “I got to work and didn't have my wallet. You know where I left it?” “On the little desk in the family room, I think.” “Thanks, and sorry, Dana,” The look on his face said he wasn't really sorry. He went back into the main house. "You made his day, you know. He thinks you're absolutely gorgeous and the ultimate babe of babes.” “Wendy, no way.” “Way,” Wendy replied, laughing. “I'm sure that picture of you he just saw is foremost in his mind right this minute. And he'll tell me about it this evening.” She'd heard that from Luke but never from anyone else. Somehow, this was different. Luke was her husband, and of course, he'd say it. Max was just a friend and had nothing to gain from saying it. Wendy teased her about it constantly, but she'd always disregarded it. Now, with Max, did that make it true? When he called her “the babe of babes,” he was talking about what was under the clothes, and now he had seen that. Would he change his mind? “You ready to pose again?” “I think so.” “Well, you're going to have to move your arm and your hand.” It was complete and ready for Luke's birthday after a few awkward “posing” sessions where Dana sat beside Wendy, holding out her hands, having her face studied carefully, and, of course, topless with Wendy carefully studying her breasts and nipples. But, when it was complete, it looked almost like a photograph; it was so finely detailed and realistic. In their conversations, while Wendy was painting, she noted she had other projects in mind. She wanted to take famous old paintings by the masters and create modern versions, beginning with The Nude Maja by Goya, with Dana posing, of course. “By the way,” Wendy said after their last session, “now there are portraits of you, Max, and myself. Only one's missing. Was she hinting that she wanted to paint a portrait of Luke … naked? "Why not?” Wendy asked, seeing the look on Dana's face. “You stared at Max while you were posing. I need to get my jollies too"Wendy, what have I gotten myself into?” “Nothing, except you're way more relaxed showing a little of your body now, and I suspect you may be ready to wear that red dress to Luke's dinner party.” Dana was satisfied that she could do it without exposing anything and had decided she'd wear no underwear for the dinner. She smiled when she thought of what Luke's reaction would be. Plus, she wondered what her own reaction would be, particularly after she'd had a couple of drinks. The way her thoughts about herself had changed, it could be dangerous. “After you wear that dress to the dinner, talk to Luke about having his portrait done.” Dana decided that Wendy was developing an obsession with painting a portrait of a naked Luke, and, despite her reservations, she knew Luke would love the idea. She'd bring it up when she gave him his birthday present. And, she wondered if Wendy would volunteer to paint while she was naked, as she'd done with Dana. “Another project I have in mind is a modern interpretation of Monet's painting' Luncheon on the Grass. It has two men and two women on a picnic with one of the ladies naked. My version will have a more realistic four people naked.” “And should I assume that one of them will be me?” Dana asked. “And the others will be me, Max, and Luke.” “Wendy,” Dana squealed. “I'm supposed to sit there and pose with two naked men there also?” “It'll be fun. I might have to take photos to use. We'll all pose for the photos, and I can use them to do the painting when it rains and stuff.” “It's still naked posing with men.” She'd nearly had heart failure the first time she'd pulled off her clothing in front of Wendy. But she'd done it. Could she do more? Luke's birthday was on Friday, and the dinner party was on Saturday. She was sure Luke would be nearly overwhelmed by the surprises she had in store for him. And there were several. She prepared his favorite dinner on Friday, steaks, baked potato, tossed salad, and a little cheesecake for dessert. After dinner, when he was comfortable in the lounger, she went to the spare bedroom and was back quickly with a large but thin present, wrapped neatly in bright red paper. “Guess what this is?” she teased. Luke made several futile attempts at guessing before she handed it to him. He carefully tore the paper off, then just stared for long seconds. Slowly his head turned toward her. “Dana?” was all he could say. “Do you like it?” He looked at it again. “This is the best gift you could have gotten me. And, I thought it was a photograph, but it's a painting. Did you have … where did you get the idea … who painted it? Dana knew his mind was wondering if some strange man had been seeing her naked while he painted the picture. "Wendy did it.” “Wendy? I didn't know she painted.” “Neither did I, but she showed me two that she had done before, of herself and of her husband” “Max?” Dana could hear the obvious question in the single word. “Yes, and they're both naked. And yes, now I've seen a painting of Max naked,” She wasn't going to mention just yet that Max had seen her posing naked. "And now, Wendy wants to do one of you.” “She does?” “You'd like that, wouldn't you?” she said, giggling. “I'd rather see the one she did of herself.” “I'm sure she'll let you. Maybe as a birthday present.” “Dana, I can't believe that you, of all people, were able to pose nude for a portrait, even if the artist was your best friend.” “She said I owed her for all the sewing she's done for me.” While Luke continued to look at the painting, Dana called Wendy, asking if they could come over, and Luke wanted to see her picture. Wendy laughed and said that would be fine. “So, you want to see my picture, huh,” Wendy said when she answered the door. “Well, if you're willing to show, I'm willing to look.” “On one condition. That you allow me to complete the quartet of paintings.” “Sure. I'm willing to show if you're willing to paint.” They viewed the nude Wendy, Luke trying to be cool about it but failing. They worked out posing times for Luke, talked about the other projects that Wendy had suggested, and Dana and Luke headed home. Luke propped the painting on the bedroom dresser opposite the bed, and the sex that followed was slightly different and much more satisfying than usual. The Saturday morning follow-up was the same. When Saturday evening came, and it was time to dress for the dinner, Dana showered and went to the spare bedroom. Still naked from the shower, she pulled on the red dress, arranged her hair, applied the little makeup she usually wore for special events, added a couple of dashes of her favorite cologne, and went to their bedroom where Luke was dressing. He turned to her, smiled … and then his eyes went wide. “You're wearing that dress?” he said, a huge smile now engulfing his face. She walked toward Luke, bending from the waist and pulling her arms together in front of her. “Dana, no bra?” He looked totally astounded. “Unless you insist I wear one.” He just shook his head and, seeing her smile, had another thought. “Lift your skirt,” She did and received a look and a smile she'd treasure. "That painting has changed you.” “A work in process.” “Can't wait for the conclusion.” “Me either,” Dana replied, wondering herself where she was headed. Time would tell. At the dinner party, she carefully watched the men since most of them seemed to be watching her. Luke was having no trouble finding company, as he seemed to be very popular, particularly with the men. Dana, not used to drinking, had just finished her second martini when a third magically appeared in her hand. The buzz she was feeling was very pleasant, and kept a smile on her face as she talked with the men gathered around her and Luke. Her blinking eyes, pleasant giggles, and body movements had most of the men sure she was flirting with them. Of course, Dana had no idea this was the case. The little clutch purse she carried was a nuisance, and she continually dropped it, bending quickly to pick it up, often in unison with one of the men. A couple of times, she looked down and could see three-quarters of her breasts exposed, or maybe even that next fraction, whatever it was. With the constant movement and the bending, her nipples were anything but relaxed, and she knew they were providing a nice pair of pokies for all to see. She chuckled to herself at that thought, so unlike the Dana she had been. As she finished the third martini, she wondered if she could somehow expose her nipples. She'd have to work on that. The short skirt provided another possibility. She took a large swallow of her martini as they headed to the tables and dinner. As they were eating, Luke said, “Those delicious boobs or yours have already been well-viewed tonight, you know.” “You think so,” Dana giggled, taking a bite of potatoes. “You may be naive, but you're not that naive,” he countered. “With this dress that you wanted me to wear, I don't know how I can keep that from happening.” “I didn't say I wanted it to stop. When I bought that dress, I knew that if you wore it, you'd be observed. I'm just surprised you wore it.” She'd finished the fourth martini and was eating, the effect of the food trailing the alcohol just a bit. “I could show my ass, or my pussy too,” she said, leaning close to Luke and giggling. “Actually, they wouldn't see my pussy, just my muff.” Luke looked at her and smiled. “One more martini and I think I could get you up on the table here to dance naked.” “You think?” Dana smirked. "Maybe I should just take you home before you get into trouble.” Once home, Luke said a quiet thank you to the beautiful painting now hanging over their bed. Dana went with Luke for his first posing session with Wendy. Maybe she'd relax after a few sessions, but Wendy seemed awfully anxious to get with a nude Luke. As long as it was only him naked, it should be fine. She wasn't sure if Wendy did it on purpose, but the painting of her hung right in front of where Luke would be posing. Wendy went through the explanation of the posing, breaks if needed, and the final details she'd need when it was almost done. She'd moved a loveseat into the studio and described how she'd like for Luke to pose. When it was time to start, he stripped, sat in the chair, looked at the painting of Wendy, and immediately began to get an erection. “Is that what you want in the painting,” Wendy asked, chuckling. “I think I've been set up,” Luke groaned. The final result was as spectacular as hers had been and was hanging above their bed. Access to their bedroom had become very limited, and both of them enjoyed lying on the bed and looking at the paintings. Dana had completed her posing for Wendy's modern version of Goya's The Nude Maja. It had been easy posing, and the final result was what Dana had imagined it to be when she went to Wendy's to see it. “It came out pretty well, you think? ” Wendy asked. “Like all the others, it's gorgeous.” I showed it to the Goodwin Gallery downtown. They want to display it for six months.“ Dana's eyes opened wide. "They're sure it will sell during that time too.” “Wendy, that's me in that painting,” Dana said, her heart pounding. “And you look perfect there.” “I'm naked.” “Well, if you say so, I won't do it,” Wendy answered, a defeated look on her face. “Oh, pile the guilt on me,” Dana said, laughing. But what Wendy said was true. She didn't know anyone who visited those galleries. But it was her face … and the rest of her, too. This was a real test of the changed Dana. She took a deep breath. “Oh, hell, go ahead.” She received a big hug from Wendy. “Thanks.” “Now that we've settled that, what are we going to do to celebrate National Nude Day?” “Huh?” “It's July fourteenth, and that's just a few days away. We need to plan something.” A good bit of discussion followed, with many possibilities explored. They parted, leaving the final decision hanging. The next day they talked for an hour. The plan was set and would be a surprise to the men, particularly since neither of them was aware that National Nude Day existed. “Guess what, babe?” Dana said when dinner was finished. “Um, how many guesses do I get?” “Just be quiet. Today is National Nude Day, and we need to celebrate.” Luke began unbuttoning his shirt.“ "Slow down, tiger. The celebration begins after dark.” “Go on.” “I'll update you then.” It was an enticingly nerve-wracking evening for Luke, his imagination sparked by those four letters. N-U-D-E. He kept watching Dana, chagrined to see how much she was enjoying tormenting him. “It's almost dark,” he finally said, a hopeful tone to his voice. “Fill me in.” Dana smiled. “We're going to Wendy and Max's to celebrate.” “Oh, nice.” “We're going to walk.” “Okay.” “Naked.” “No shit?” “Yup. We leave our clothes here and walk.” “So, you're going to be outdoors naked?” “That's the plan.” Both of them stripped, followed by Luke chasing a squealing Dana two laps around the entire downstairs. Still giggling, they closed up the house, hiding a key under a rock, and started their trip. The street lights were all on the same side of the street, which would hopefully help them stay unobserved. They stayed behind bushes when they could, and when a car passed, they hid, with Dana learning over to make sure it was past them. It was all Luke needed, and his hand was immediately between her legs, massaging gently. “Luke, stop,” she pleaded, grabbing his arm. A few more seconds of enjoyment, and he relented. They arrived at the Proctor's panting for breath, Luke having chased Dana the last one hundred yards, tickling her at nearly every step. They were greeted by a naked Wendy, which brought a smile to Luke's face. He'd seen the painting, but reality was much more juicy. He received a knowing smile in return. Once inside, they met Max, who was also naked. Dana was astounded that all four of them were ready to spend an evening together … naked. She found herself repeatedly “checking out” Max, or at least checking his manhood which didn't seem to be totally limp. She smiled at that, knowing that Luke was doing the same with Wendy. “We have martinis, Dana. I understand you like them,” Max said, smiling. He filled a rather large glass and handed it to Dana, then filled three more and passed them around. “Don't worry, if you get too buzzed, you're welcome to spend the night here.” A pair of chuckles, and soon, second glasses were being poured. These were larger glasses than they'd had at the dinner, so Dana knew the effects would arrive sooner. They discussed the paintings, Dana being challenged to go to the downtown gallery to view her naked body. As she pictured that, she heard the words, “are you the model?” and it caused her to tremble and tingle as well. The second glass had been emptied, and Dana was flying low, a very contented feeling filling her brain as a “what the hell” feeling surged through her body. She sat on a chair across from Max, watching his erection slowly growing. In her muddled state, she realized she was sitting very comfortably with her legs spread enough that her muff was no longer shielding her pussy. When she glanced down, she could clearly see her parted labia. She smiled at Max, and he returned the smile. She felt sorry for him in that condition, his erection very prominent and needing help. She walked unsteadily to his chair and dropped to the floor on hands and knees. “Poor thing,” she chuckled, blinking her eyes at him. She licked her lips, and her hand took hold of him. She loved the groan she heard, her innate sensuality bubbling to the surface. For a second, she thought of using her mouth but decided her hand would do the job. She began a slow but steady pumping, the kind that Luke particularly enjoyed. “Is that good?” she asked. Max simply groaned. Luke watched what was happening, realizing that he was getting hard from the watching. A quick look at Wendy – she was looking at him and nodding. On hands and knees, she crossed to his chair and, unlike Dana, was perfectly willing to use her mouth, surrounding the head with her lips and caressing it with her tongue. Wendy wasn't Dana, but right this instant, she was amazing, her breasts rubbing his legs as her mouth enveloped his erection. He closed his eyes, enveloped in what she was doing to him. Max was ready to explode. This exceptionally beautiful woman was massaging his cock, and, not to miss an opportunity, he leaned forward and began squeezing those fantastic breasts he had seen once before. The nipples were hard, the skin soft and smooth, the breasts amazingly firm and, well, just perfect. He looked across at Wendy and was jealous. He wanted that but didn't know how to make it happen. He'd try. “Look at Luke,” he whispered in Dana's ear. She released him and turned her head. Then her eyes rolled to his, and she smiled. In seconds, her lips closed on his cock and slid down nearly to the base. He grunted as her head began to bob up and down, faster and faster. She was better at this than Wendy, he decided. “Gonna come,” he grunted, and her hand was back in action, streams of milky liquid landing on her hair, her face, those beautiful breasts, and finally dribbling down her hand and arm. Their eyes met. “Better now?” she asked, her speech still a little slurred. She was still gripping his erection, and Max wasn't sure he could speak. “Yeah, much better,” he finally said to Dana's answering giggle. She stumbled back to her chair and watched as Luke shot spunk on Wendy's face and breasts as well, then held up her glass. Max rose slowly, took the glass, and filled it, returning it to Dana, who took a big swallow. She wondered what might happen after the third glass. Right now, though, Wendy was reaching for her hand to guide her to the bathroom. She chuckled as she realized they were both a bit of a mess. The trip to the bathroom was a little awkward, with both of them bumping walls and stumbling repeatedly, each helping to support the other. “Max was in heaven,” Wendy said a little unevenly. “I made him get hard and thought I needed to take care of it,” Dana replied. “Maybe I shouldn't have done that.” “He thinks you're the best there is. You made him a happy camper. He'll remember that … and remind me about it forever,” Wendy finished with a giggle. "Wendy, he loves you,” Dana replied as she washed the sticky cum off her face. “I know he does,” and I don't mind him thinking that about you. I just know he never dreamed something like that would happen.“ "He gave my boobs a good squeezing, too,” She paused her scrubbing for a second. "You seemed to do a good job with Luke, too. "He didn't try to fight me off, that's for sure. Max says something about getting a little ‘strange' can be fun when he's teasing me. We weren't exactly doing that, but it was fun.” “Hold still,” Dana said, taking a wet washcloth and cleaning two strings of gooey liquid from Wendy's hair. Wendy took the cloth and did the same for Dana.“ They looked at each other. "They owe us,” Wendy said. “Are you game?” “I'm ready.” Back to the family room they went, and Dana drained the last of her third glass. She saw Max eyeing her with a smile. Wendy went straight to Luke and sat down next to him. Dana went to where she had been earlier, sat down, and spread her legs. She smiled as Max's cock was already responding, and he dropped to his hands and knees and came toward her. It felt so strange in a way, legs spread wide, womanhood in full view, and a different man heading toward her. It was her good friend, Max, but what if it was someone else. She shivered as Max touched her legs, then began kissing his way from her knee to her crotch. There were all sorts of possibilities, and she wondered what all he might do. “You ready?” he murmured, looking up at her. She bit her lower lip, nodding. His finger traced her cleft from top to bottom and back again, over and over, not probing, just caressing. That had never happened to her before, and she was nearly frantic, wanting him to do more. At last, he did, stroking over and over the pinkness between her vagina and her clitoris, not touching either. Breathing was getting more difficult, and she knew her body was glistening. She forced herself to look at Max – his eyebrows were raised, he was smiling and licking his lips. She knew that if he didn't do more soon, she'd have to grab his hand and make the decision for him. At last, his finger probed, sliding slowly inside her. Her hips pressed forward to meet his thrust, forcing his finger deeper. She felt a second finger and then a third. Without even thinking about it, her hips were moving back and forth on the fingers. “You like that, don't you?” he said softly. All Dana could do was moan and press forward with her hips. “How about this,” he asked as one finger slid across her clitoris. Dana jerked, a sharp moan escaping her throat. “I'll take that as a yes,” Max said, his finger flicking back and forth across her swollen clit. Dana couldn't control the moans that seemed to be getting louder and louder. This was different than she was used to as Max's tongue and finger alternated with almost the same flicking motions. Luke used his lips much more than Max, but the flicking had her body heating, sensations racing through her as she felt his fingers moving faster and faster. It was going to happen, and the spasms began with a long and loud moan, followed by more spasms and staccato moans as her body shuddered, every muscle contracting over and over. “Stop, please,” she finally said through her labored breathing. He did and said, “Look over there,” a very wet finger pointing toward the other couple where Luke's face was buried between Wendy's widely spread legs, her body mimicking what had just happened with Dana. Dana watched as Max reluctantly sat back on his haunches, giving her pussy a last look before standing. She smiled as his erection was still very prominent. Wendy had brought her legs together, and Luke stood beside the couch. “It's midnight,” Luke said. “Nude Day is over.” “No, it's not,” Wendy countered. “Let's go out in the yard and practice posing for the luncheon picture I'm planning to do.” Max offered his hand to Dana, and she stood, as did Wendy. Outside in the yard, and naked? This was something new. It was a warm night in July, and there was no dew on the grass yet, so sitting and posing was fun, filled with pushing and touching and lots of laughing. The yard was fairly private, but none of them were thinking of that as they listened to the crickets chirping and the cicadas singing their mating songs. There was even the unmistakable sharp chirp of a whippoorwill. When they finished with the supposed posing practice, Luke crawled across the grass to Dana. “I heard you,” he said, kissing her ear. “You should have been taking care of Wendy and ignoring me,” she answered with a chuckle. “I was doing that, but it must have been good, right?” She looked at him in the glow of the moonlight. “It was … different.” “That's what Wendy said, too. It was so strange, hearing those gorgeous moans, but being so far away.” “That isn't fair; I couldn't hear you at all.” “I doubt you were hearing anything. I just wish I could have watched it.” “You mean you'd have liked to see another man make me come?” “As long as you're still mine, yeah.” “That's not an issue, and I did see the very end of Wendy taking care of you. It was, well, fascinating and exciting, too. "How about me taking care of you right now and right here?” Luke said, sliding his hand along Dana's thigh. “You want to make me come again?” “More than that.” “Oh, god, Luke. Wendy and Max are right there.” “And when they see us … they'll join us,” He pushed her back so she was flat on the grass and spread her legs. "I guess I don't have much choice now,” she whispered. “You can say no if you'd like,” he said as he pressed his erection against her. She groaned and pulled him onto her. Just as predicted, Wendy and Max, ten feet from them, joined them within seconds. On Saturday, Wendy dragged Dana to the little downtown gallery to see her painting. Dana piled her hair into a bun, wore dark glasses, and a plain, loose-fitting dress to disguise herself as much as possible. It was a special day at the gallery, and it was fairly well packed. Wendy went to talk to the owner, and Dana stood by herself to view the well-lit display. By herself was a misnomer, as there were many people standing around with her, looking. “Unique idea,” a lady shared with her. “And the model is beautiful as well.” Dana smiled as she nearly said thank you to the lady. She listened to more comments, blushing slightly despite her disguise. When Wendy returned, she asked Dana if people seemed to like it. “Everything I've heard so far is good.” “The owner says he's had several offers to purchase it. The last one was for five thousand dollars, from an older gentleman who said he'd double the offer if he could meet the model.” “Wendy, no way,” Dana said, looking around guiltily. “I told her that wouldn't happen, and she was going to go back to the gentleman for a response.” Dana thought for a moment. “So, if I just meet the guy, you'll get an extra five thousand?” “Minus a commission, of course,” She received a nudge in the ribs for that. Dana remembered when she'd posed for that picture, and the one of herself, how nervous and embarrassed she'd been to expose her body. Then Wendy has told her about the gallery and the painting being on display. She had rebelled at first, then agreed. Now she was standing in front of the painting, and no one had recognized her. With the many things that had happened since, particularly the National Nude Day celebration just two days ago, she felt much differently about herself than she had then. She smiled at Wendy. "Tell your friend to get as much out of the old guy as she can, but I'll be happy to meet him so the artist can receive an additional five grand, or whatever the doubling might be.” “Are you sure, Dana?' "Yeah, and maybe I'll give him his own personal viewing, you know.” “Dana!” It was Wendy's turn to look appalled. The patron of the arts upped his offer to ten thousand dollars, which Wendy promised to share some with Dana. The meeting with the gentleman was very pleasant – dinner at the Downtown Athletic Club. Dana didn't give him a “personal viewing,” but she did wear the red dress, which she was sure it made the old guy's heart pound a little harder. When the Proctors or the Berrys went to the other's house for dinner or games, it was after dark and interesting. With cooler weather approaching, they were both sure it would get even more interesting. On “very special” nights, their times together were very interesting and delightfully exciting, their experimentation becoming more and more sensual and … well, just, you can imagine. Dana had changed dramatically and was loving it. She could dress as she wanted, act as she wanted, and be who she wanted. And Luke had never been more proud of his wife. When other men gawked at her, he loved her even more. Perhaps he was changing too. They'd both decided that National Nude Day had accomplished that, or at least put the final stamp on everything. By PickFiction for Literotica

When Wendy sat down with Stacy London last week, the two couldn't stop talking. So Wendy decided to make another Cropped(ish) episode with America's Favorite Former CEO. From staying true to yourself, finding forgiveness, tapping into empathy, facing mortality, and telling your people that you love them…listen up as Wendy and Stacy cover it all.

When Wendy was diagnosed with triple negative breast cancer that metastasized to her liver a year ago, she began chemotherapy which she had no problems with because she was taking cannabis oil during her treatment. Wendy decided to have a double mastectomy in June of this year. But what about her liver cancer? She had a CT scan this past November and she's cancer free.

In this episode of Let Go & Lead, Maril talks with Wendy Short Bartie, Senior Vice President & Chief of Staff to the CEO at Bristol Myers Squibb. The gift for leadership that has made Wendy such a fast riser in the pharmaceutical industry, since leaving her original legal career, shines throughout this vibrant conversation. They discuss Wendy's journey as a leader, and how her focus has shifted, over time, from practicing leadership to preparing others to be great leaders; why empathy has a lot to do with understanding gaps between intention and impact; and the crucial role of the leader as “air traffic controller” — the person who actively creates space for a diversity of perspectives and opinions — during meetings. Learn about: 4:58 Building a leadership legacy in an organization 8:32 Leading using the skill of influence 9:16 The power of listening 11:09 The power to S.P.E.A.K. like a leader 16:09 Mentoring and growing great leaders 19:34: The power of an “I Love Me” letter 23:36 The critical leadership art of meeting management 26:04 Being attentive on mental health 36:32 Teambuilding in a hybrid/remote environment —  Wendy Short Bartie is the Senior Vice President and Head of US Oncology.  In this capacity, Wendy is responsible for leading the strategy and operations for solid tumor program in the US market.  A compassionate and strategic leader, her career journey has taken many turns, but her path has always been clear – the commitment to help people - first as a lawyer/public defender, and then as a pharmaceutical industry professional, continuing to act as a voice for those with unmet needs and unequal access. Prior to joining BMS, Wendy was Vice President and Head of Commercial Operations for US Oncology at Merck.  In this capacity, Wendy was responsible for leading the Sales, Key Accounts, Market Access, Pricing and Policy organizations within the US Business Unit.  Previously, Wendy served as Associate Vice-President of Global Marketing for Genitourinary Cancers (GU), including renal cell carcinoma, prostate cancer and bladder cancer and as the Global Disease Lead for Women's Cancer.  Prior to joining Merck, Wendy held a range of commercial roles with increasing responsibility in sales, business analytics and marketing in cardiovascular neuroscience, osteoporosis, lung cancer, supportive care and chronic myeloid leukemia at various companies including Novartis, Heron Therapeutics, Johnson and Johnson, Pharmacia and Abbott Labs.   Prior to her career in pharma, Wendy was a Public Defender in Washington, DC and Bronx, New York. Wendy received her Bachelor of Arts from Clark Atlanta University and her Juris Doctor from Loyola University Chicago, School of Law.   Wendy is an HBA Rising Star and was recognized by HBA as a Luminary in 2020. Wendy's favorite hobbies include painting and reading.  When Wendy isn't working, painting and reading, she is serving as Vice President for the Greater Essex County Chapter of Jack and Jill Incorporated and doing philanthropic work to limit the digital divide for children without access to personal computers or internet. Wendy, her husband, Jared, an attorney, and her daughter, Madison, and the family dog, Joy reside in West Orange, New Jersey. ABOUT LET GO & LEAD Let Go & Lead is a leadership community created by Maril MacDonald, founder and CEO of Gagen MacDonald. Maril brings together provocateurs, pioneers, thought leaders and those leading the conversation around culture, transformation and change.  Over the course of the past 12 years, Let Go & Lead has existed in many forms, from video interviews to resource guides to its current iteration as a podcast. At its core, it remains a place where people can access a diversity of perspectives on interdisciplinary approaches to leadership. Maril is also working on a book incorporating these insights gathered over the past several years from global leaders and change makers.   Maril has interviewed over 120 leaders — from business to academia and nonprofits to the arts — through the years. In each conversation, from personal anecdotes to ground-breaking scientific analysis, she has probed the lessons learned in leadership. From these conversations, the Let Go & Lead framework has emerged. It is both a personal and organizational resource that aims to serve the individual leader or leadership at scale.  ABOUT GAGEN MACDONALD At Gagen MacDonald, we are dedicated to helping organizations navigate the human struggle of change. We are a people-focused consulting firm and our passion is improving the employee experience — for everyone. For almost 25 years, we have been working with companies to create clarity from chaos by uniting employees across all levels around a single vision so they can achieve results and realize their future. We have been a pioneer in bringing humanity to strategy execution, leading in areas such as organizational communication, culture, leadership, and employee engagement. Our Vision is to lift all humanity by transforming the companies that transform the world. Full episodes also available on:   Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/let-go-lead-with-maril-macdonald/id1454869525   Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/5Gaf7JXOckZMtkpsMtnjAj?si=WZjZkvfLTX2T4eaeB1PO2A   Google Podcasts: https://podcasts.google.com/feed/aHR0cHM6Ly9sZXRnb2xlYWQubGlic3luLmNvbS9yc3M   Stitcher: https://www.stitcher.com/show/let-go-lead   —   Gagen MacDonald is a strategy execution consulting firm that specializes in employee engagement, culture change and leadership development. Learn more at http://www.gagenmacdonald.com.

Wendy Adamson is a mental health professional who has spent over twenty-five years serving individuals struggling with addiction and mental health disorders. She provided counseling, facilitated groups and interventions, crisis management, and executed treatment plans, which led to hundreds of individuals finding a way out of a hopeless state. She has an interesting story and has published two memoirs, Incorrigible and Mother Load, which we talk about a little today as Wendy shares her background, the generational issues she dealt with, and her dramatic wake-up call to turn her life around.  One of the things that turned Wendy's life around was changing her narrative through writing. She was able to use pen and paper to dissect her past and requalify it from victimhood to empowerment. Wendy had rough times with her early family and schizophrenia mother, who eventually committed suicide. For a long time, she only spoke “victimese.” Reaching out to help a young man who was shot in front of her apartment was the turning point for Wendy to do the work and go from victimhood to empowerment.  We talk about intergenerational trauma and how information can be transmitted through our genes and experiences. We also talk about how stepping into recovery can create a ripple effect and how it's vital for the entire family to participate and do the work. Wendy shares who her book is for and also talks about her son's non-profit Hav A Sole, an organization that has given away over 35,000 pairs of shoes and even landed them an appearance on The Ellen Show.  [04:45] Wendy has been sober for 28 years. When she first became sober, she saw everything as if she were a victim. It was everybody else's fault whether it was schizophrenic mother, alcoholic father, or cheating husband. The language of "victimese" is giving your power away to everyone else. [05:20]  "I do think writing is for everybody. Writing is a powerful tool, and that's why so often people are told to journal." Wendy Adamson [05:46] Putting your emotions on paper is like taking the bullets out of the chamber. [08:18] Writing is part of the steps of how we frame and see things. It helps us to reflect and take responsibility for our actions. [09:38] The first seven years of Wendy's life her schizophrenic mother was trying to kill herself. Wendy was on high alert at all times. When Wendy was 7 years old, her mother succeeded. [10:05] Wendy swore she would never be like her mother, but saying never is like giving the universe the exact coordinates of where you're going to land. [10:31] Wendy's mother was 38 years old when she killed herself. Wendy was 38 when she had a psychotic break from staying up and doing drugs and alcohol. [10:55] Her husband was also having an affair and Wendy shot the other woman in the arm.  [11:38] Wendy had lost all grips on reality and went to the county jail. She also had a 9-year year old and a 16-year-old son [12:25] Wendy spent a year in jail, and while she was there she realized the best way to pay her husband back would be to become a success.  [13:57] Wendy talks about the intergenerational pattern of her mother, herself and her oldest son. [14:28] A young man was shot in front of Wendy's apartments, and she went to help him. The police thought she was the young man's mother, and she thought this might be a sign to get help. [15:56] She changed by being of service to another suffering human being. She then started to participate in her own recovery. [16:34] She discovered writing and discovered that she could use her experience to help others with addiction to drugs and alcohol. [19:02] It was time for Wendy to become a mother for her boys and to make amends. Her book Mother Load is about losing her mother and the recovery she had to become the mother that she never had. [19:51] Intergenerational trauma remains unconscious and is transmitted to the offspring. A lot of information can be transmitted through our genes and what we've experienced in life. [21:27] One person stepping into recovery can also create a ripple effect. [22:25] Don't put your energy on what you don't want. Focus on what you want. [24:40] It's important for the family to be part of the treatment process. [28:18] A toxic family member can even sabotage someone they see getting sober. It's always good when an entire family is invested and wanting to do the work. [32:59] Writing about herself and things that happened to her was like an emotional retrieval for Wendy. Writing and going back was like recovering the parts that she left behind. [38:43] Wendy's book is written for anyone who's been struggling with sobriety or people who feel like they need a transfusion of Hope. [39:17] Hav A Sole is an organization started by Wendy's son that enables donations of shoes and sneakers to people who need them. They've now given out 35,000 pairs of shoes.  Links mentioned in this episode: Camelback Recovery I Love Being Sober YouTube Wendy Adamson Incorrigible: A Coming-of-Age Memoir of Loss, Addiction & Incarceration Mother Load: A Memoir of Addiction, Gun Violence & Finding a Life of Purpose Hav A Sole Wendy Adamson Instagram Wendy Adamson Facebook Wendy Adamson LinkedIn Hell Yeah or No: What's Worth Doing  

"I want to encourage people to get off their couch and break through their fear. I want them to think about what their unique gifts are and how they want to contribute to the world."  Wendy White is founder and CEO of Let's Choose Love.  She envisions a world where love rules. Where people can boldly cross the lines that divide us and come together to innovate a new world - a new way of being that works for all.  That's why Wendy created Let's Choose Love, a movement dedicated to inspiring people to discover their own voice, gifts and unique role in building this beautiful new world where love rules.  Let's Choose Love is fresh, fun and thoughtful. And is making a big impact.  Wendy and her team believe everyone has a place and a role to fill. Through inspiring and supporting others in living their dream, the entire community is lifted. And the world changes.   Wendy also co-founded Continuum Consulting Services over 20 years ago. She continues to share as much passion, creativity and wealth of experience she has with Let's Choose Love with Fortune 500 companies, government agencies, and nonprofits through her experiential approach to organizational development.  When Wendy isn't consulting, she keeps life in balance with her love for yoga, kayaking, biking, traveling, music, volunteering, gardening, writing, entertaining and enjoying her two adult children!   Key Takeaways from the show:  Takeaway 1 Takeaway 2 Takeaway 3 Takeaway 4   Links Mentioned  Connect with Wendy through her website, Let's Choose Love  

Wendy Sterling's mantra is to “Stand in your own identity. In order to do that we must know our core values.” She created The Divorce Rehab™   Here are topics Wendy will speak to in this interview:   Core Values: Honesty is the biggest value to Wendy. Respect is the second biggest value. Connection is the third biggest value: Family, Friends, Love   “I betrayed myself because I didn't stick to my core values'” Wendy Sterling. When Wendy started to recognize how she strayed from what she really wanted in life, she started her path to self-identity and recovery from her old less authentic self.   “Don't live with should's. Live with your own core values.”   “A lot of who I became in the marriage was a result of not standing in my own core values, and not communicating what I wanted out of life.  I wish I had stood up for what I wanted in the beginning. I stopped trying because I felt unseen.”   Stop being a victim and reclaim your identity and your responsibility in your own life. I played the victim for many years until I lost people in my life and lost my way in my own life choices. Victim vomiting is a process that keeps you sick and in the place of a victim. Stop sending out invitations to the pity party.   What is the truth about you, your choices, your marriage, and your future?  People look at the negative way too much. To heal you must see the good reflection of yourself.   It's so easy to lose your authentic self by letting the other roles take over: Wife, Mother, Daughter, Sister, Friend. In order to live in connection with other people we still have to define our own authenticity first, and then work in tandem with those in our lives.  People will understand if you choose to do something for yourself other than what they want you to do. You don't have to be mean or harsh when you communicate your needs to those in our lives; you just need to be nice, clear, and honest.   Have people in your life who want to listen, understand, and support you in how you want to move forward.   Taking responsibility for your part in the marriage will change the dynamic of the dissolution and make it be the transformative experience that it can be. Communicate to be heard, not to drown out your spouse's voice. Take responsibility for the mistakes that you made. Acceptance will follow. Self-compassion and grace will meet you on the other side of taking responsibility for your actions and your words.   There is acceptance of yourself and acceptance of your spouse. Both levels of acceptance are important to move forward, especially if you will be doing co-parenting once the divorce is final.   Owning your truth, how you define yourself, the choices you make for your best life, can only be done if you stop being a victim, stop blaming anyone for your life situation, communicate honestly and congenially, and take responsibility for all of your life choices.   Wendy Sterling Biography   Wendy Sterling is a certified divorce specialist and grief consultant who has helped thousands of women design a life they choose instead of feeling stuck in the one their ex left them with. After ending her own sixteen-year marriage, Wendy saw first-hand the lack of support divorced women experience in moving through pain, fear and anger to experience joy, self-worth and freedom again. She channeled her energy into building a six-figure business in just two years that helps women heal their wounds, end their victim mindset and reclaim their identity. Wendy's expertise has been featured in more than 100 media outlets including NBC, Hello Divorce, Romper, Moms Moving On, The Smart Women Show and more. She is also the host of her own podcast, The Divorced Woman's Guide, which has had over 70,000 downloads in less than two years. Wendy has also hosted summits, appeared on stages (virtual and in person), and facilitated workshops for companies across the country. When she's not showing her clients how to turn the most painful moment of their lives into the most empowered moment in their lives, you can find her spending quality time with her two teen boys in Los Angeles, California. Her forthcoming book, I Do, I Did, I'm Done, is due out June 22nd, 2022.   Website: www.wendysterling.net Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/divorcerehabwithwendy Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/divorcerehabwithwendy/ LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/wendy-sterling-cpcc-acs-cds-and-advanced-thetahealer-34b1b95/  Tik Tok: @divorcerehabwithwendy 

How the Prude Wife Became a Celebrated Nude ModelCelebrating National Nude DayBy PickFiction - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Dana Berry blushes whenever her stunning body & looks are commented upon. The daughter of an accomplished fashion model, her genes may get a lot of the credit for such attractiveness. But there never was less of an exhibitionist in the western world (save for the cloistered nuns).But here she stands in Wendy Proctor's front entry, with a dilemma. Her proud husband, Luke; an able young executive, Had bought two very expensive and daring dresses for her, and informed her of two upcoming social events they were to attend.Wendy greeted Dana and saw the concern on Dana's face.“Luke bought two new dresses for me, and, not surprisingly, they could use some small alterations.”“Did you bring them with you?” Wendy asked, knowing what the answer would be.“Of course,” Dana answered, hurrying to her car and quickly back with a shopping bag that held the dresses.“Luke picked it out, and when I said no, he bought it. I tried to tell him, but he wasn't listening,” Dana sounded a little depressed and defeated."This dress has a neckline that meets the waistline,” Wendy observed."I know, and I'm not sure why he wants people to see more of my … ugh, skin.”“I believe that skin is called tits,” Wendy said as Dana rolled her eyes. “Maybe he's just proud of you.”“I suppose,” She took the dress from Wendy and pulled it on over her head. "Well?”“You should really have your bra off to model that one,” Wendy giggled.“I'm not going out with half of my breasts exposed. You know how I hate to show, well, my body, I guess. Can you sew something in there then to kind of hide most of my boobs?”“I could, but what's Luke going to say?”“I'll deal with that. I can give him … Well, you can guess,” The red was now on Dana's cheeks and moving down her neck.Dana carefully unfolded the other dress, obviously much longer and more formal than the red one with the plunging neckline. It was a beautiful gold color. Dana pulled off the red dress and slipped into the gold one."Good lord,” Declared Wendy. “Dana, when do they award the Miss America crown?”“It is pretty stunning, isn't it?”"It is, particularly with your bra strap crossing the bare-to-below-the-waist back.”“That's part of the problem,” Dana said.“And speaking of leg,” Wendy whistled"Never had a dress with a split clear to my waist,” Dana had a futile look on her face."So, with this one, you wouldn't be wearing a bra.”Dana rolled her eyes.“And probably little thong panties as well.”“Don't even think that,” Dana gasped.“Well, take your bra off, and let's see how it looks.”“Wendy, I can't do that. People will know I'm not wearing a bra,” Dana looked almost horrified at that thought.Wendy sighed. "Walk over and look at yourself in the mirror. Just look; no thoughts of what you're showing and how much skin is visible. Just look.”“It's for the Christmas party,” Dana said resignedly.“It would be a travesty to alter that dress even a little bit.”“Wendy, I don't know if I can do it,” Dana said, in agony."Well, Christmas is a long way off, and I suspect you'll have talked yourself into it by then. What's the red one for?”“There's a fancy dinner for Luke's company in about two months. Ugh.”“We'll work on it, and I've got an idea that may help,” Wendy assured Dana. "Okay, here's what I've come up with. Hear me out before you decide anything. I have a little surprise for you,” Wendy paused and smiled. "Besides being a seamstress, I'm also an artist of sorts. I did it when I was in high school and first year of college. Then I got too busy and just stopped. I've kind of picked it up again, and Max has encouraged me, and, well, that's where I'm beginning with you.”Dana looked puzzled,“Come with me. We've turned the garage into my studio,” She led Dana through the house and into the garage. It was filled with canvases, both full and empty."Wow, you've been working,” Dana said, looking around at the many paintings both hanging and leaning.“Here's the one I finally finished,” she said, leading Dana around the big easel.Dana stopped suddenly, eyes wide and hand to mouth as she stared at the painting.“That's your Max,” she said quietly.“Sure is, and I'm really proud of it.”“Should you be showing me this?” Dana asked, afraid to look at her.“You mean because he's naked? He doesn't mind. He's proud of my artwork.”Dana stared. He was certainly naked. She marveled at the painting. It looked almost like a photograph, but if she looked carefully, she could see brushstrokes. She couldn't believe Wendy was showing her this. Dana finally found the courage to look at her best friend, who was smiling. “Max just posed, and you painted him?”“That's all there was to it.”“So why are you showing it to me?”Wendy took a deep breath. “I want to paint you.”The entire meaning of what Wendy was saying suddenly struck Dana, and a shocked expression filled her face.“You want to paint me … like that? Have you lost your mind?”“Not at all. I can't think of anyone who'd look more beautiful in a painting like that.”Dana could barely catch her breath. Naked. Wendy wanted her to model for her … naked? This was so, so far beyond anything that had ever happened between them, she couldn't imagine where Wendy had gotten this idea. It was … it was …“You'd just pose here in the studio – no one would see you except me. We're big girls now and can see each other naked,” Wendy went to the wall and pulled out a canvas from behind several others. "Here. I posed for myself in a mirror,” she said, placing the painting on the easel. Wendy chuckled. “Plus, you owe me for all the sewing I do for you.”“I'm supposed to trade naked modeling for your modifying my dresses and things?” Dana stammered,“That, plus my good advice on how good you look in the dresses I didn't modify.”That was why she was here in the first place; she was trying to gain enough courage to wear those dresses. And all Wendy could come up with was having her pose naked? Her brain hit the brakes. She looked at Wendy.“So, you think if I can model for you, that would make it easier for me to wear those dresses?”“I sure do, and you might even enjoy the modeling, freeing yourself, going against what you've always been, that kind of stuff. Plus, you'll have a painting to hang in your bedroom. Or your family room,” she added, laughing.Dana sputtered. The thought of a picture like that hanging anywhere in their house had her blushing. She knew that Luke would love it, though. Still, it couldn't hang where people could see it. Maybe in their ensuite. It was large enough for that. She paused her thinking once again. If she was deciding where to hang the painting, that meant she had agreed to do it. She looked at Wendy as she nibbled her lower lip.“When can we start?” Wendy asked, smiling at her.“I can't believe I'm agreeing to this, and I still may back out.”“Don't say anything to Luke. You can surprise him on his birthday or at Christmas. Plus, you'll surprise him when you wear those dresses.”Dana wasn't at all sure that posing naked, in private and for Wendy, would make it easier for her to expose so much of herself to others, like Luke's co-workers. Maybe, but she'd have to see. She remembered wearing the dresses, naked beneath them. And she remembered how she'd looked in the mirror. Yep, she'd have to see.“Let's start tomorrow before you change your mind,” Wendy suggested, chuckling.Dana met her eyes. Still time to change her mind. The single word “naked” hammered at her brain. She was naked when she showered and with Luke, of course. Even that had been difficult the first time. Now, though, it was … Could posing for Wendy be like that, too? It was so different, a foreign territory that Dana thought she was ready to explore. She'd find out tomorrow.Tomorrow came, Luke went to work, and Dana was left with her decision of yesterday. She dressed normally, refusing to let this possibly temporary thing change her life. She walked the three blocks to Wendy's with purposeful strides, looking confident even if she didn't feel that way.As she usually did, she went in the back door and called for Wendy, who appeared immediately, a big smile on her face. “If it would make you feel better, I can be naked too while I paint,” Wendy offered."Oh, lord, no. That would be weird. What am I saying? This whole thing is weird.”“Well, listen, I've seen you in your bra and panties when we were looking at the dresses, so it should be easy to get that way again.”Dana decided that made a lot of sense. She slowly and carefully took off her shirt, then her shorts. She decided that, since she was in undressing mode, she might as well continue. Eyes closed, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, holding it in place momentarily, then pulling it off, eyes still closed.No comment from Wendy.Feeling a little more confident after taking off her bra, Dana quickly slid the panties down her legs and kicked them aside. She opened her eyes.“I've told you this before, but I sure as hell wish I had a body like yours,” Wendy said, a serious look on her face."Wendy, it's not..”“ It is, and you know it,” Wendy interrupted. “Now, let's talk about the posing and the kind of portrait you'd like.”She led Dana to the full-length mirror and stood away from it slightly, then motioned for Dana to move a little to her right.“I picture you standing by a wooden chair, your back to the mirror, your hand on the chair, maybe one knee bent a little. Sound good?”Dana wasn't sure how it sounded; she'd never posed before and had no idea.“Let me get the chair and show you,” Wendy said, rescuing Dana from her uncertainty. She went into the house and was back in seconds with a low-back chair from the dining room. She placed it carefully, went to the easel, and checked, then motioned for Dana to pose as she'd described.Wendy was standing in front of her now, staring at her breasts.Flexing and moving slightly, Dana made it to one hour before she needed a break. Wendy brought two glasses of wine, very full glasses, and they chatted for fifteen minutes, finished the wine, and went back to work. She noticed she felt a little more relaxed after scarfing down the wine, something she'd remember.“I'd like to be a little further along before you see it,” Wendy said when they were finished for the day. Tomorrow at one? We'll have a couple of hours,” She picked up Dana's clothes. “Want to leave these here and walk home naked?”Dana rolled her eyes and grabbed the clothes, quickly putting them on.They worked tomorrow, and the next day, then paused for the weekend. On Monday, they were back at work, Wendy promising to reveal what she had done. They had been at work about thirty minutes when Max walked into the studio.There was a loud scream.“Sorry,” Max said. “Oh, it's just Dana.”“Just Dana” was frantically scrambling to cover herself, having nothing available except her hands and arms. One arm across her breasts, and one hand covering her crotch, she was visibly shaking.“I got to work and didn't have my wallet. You know where I left it?”“On the little desk in the family room, I think.”“Thanks, and sorry, Dana,” The look on his face said he wasn't really sorry. He went back into the main house."You made his day, you know. He thinks you're absolutely gorgeous and the ultimate babe of babes.”“Wendy, no way.”“Way,” Wendy replied, laughing.“I'm sure that picture of you he just saw is foremost in his mind right this minute. And he'll tell me about it this evening.”She'd heard that from Luke but never from anyone else. Somehow, this was different. Luke was her husband, and of course, he'd say it. Max was just a friend and had nothing to gain from saying it. Wendy teased her about it constantly, but she'd always disregarded it. Now, with Max, did that make it true? When he called her “the babe of babes,” he was talking about what was under the clothes, and now he had seen that. Would he change his mind?“You ready to pose again?”“I think so.”“Well, you're going to have to move your arm and your hand.”It was complete and ready for Luke's birthday after a few awkward “posing” sessions where Dana sat beside Wendy, holding out her hands, having her face studied carefully, and, of course, topless with Wendy carefully studying her breasts and nipples. But, when it was complete, it looked almost like a photograph; it was so finely detailed and realistic.In their conversations, while Wendy was painting, she noted she had other projects in mind. She wanted to take famous old paintings by the masters and create modern versions, beginning with The Nude Maja by Goya, with Dana posing, of course.“By the way,” Wendy said after their last session, “now there are portraits of you, Max, and myself. Only one's missing.Was she hinting that she wanted to paint a portrait of Luke … naked?"Why not?” Wendy asked, seeing the look on Dana's face. “You stared at Max while you were posing. I need to get my jollies too"Wendy, what have I gotten myself into?”“Nothing, except you're way more relaxed showing a little of your body now, and I suspect you may be ready to wear that red dress to Luke's dinner party.”Dana was satisfied that she could do it without exposing anything and had decided she'd wear no underwear for the dinner. She smiled when she thought of what Luke's reaction would be. Plus, she wondered what her own reaction would be, particularly after she'd had a couple of drinks. The way her thoughts about herself had changed, it could be dangerous.“After you wear that dress to the dinner, talk to Luke about having his portrait done.”Dana decided that Wendy was developing an obsession with painting a portrait of a naked Luke, and, despite her reservations, she knew Luke would love the idea. She'd bring it up when she gave him his birthday present. And, she wondered if Wendy would volunteer to paint while she was naked, as she'd done with Dana.“Another project I have in mind is a modern interpretation of Monet's painting' Luncheon on the Grass. It has two men and two women on a picnic with one of the ladies naked. My version will have a more realistic four people naked.”“And should I assume that one of them will be me?” Dana asked.“And the others will be me, Max, and Luke.”“Wendy,” Dana squealed. “I'm supposed to sit there and pose with two naked men there also?”“It'll be fun. I might have to take photos to use. We'll all pose for the photos, and I can use them to do the painting when it rains and stuff.”“It's still naked posing with men.” She'd nearly had heart failure the first time she'd pulled off her clothing in front of Wendy. But she'd done it. Could she do more?Luke's birthday was on Friday, and the dinner party was on Saturday. She was sure Luke would be nearly overwhelmed by the surprises she had in store for him. And there were several.She prepared his favorite dinner on Friday, steaks, baked potato, tossed salad, and a little cheesecake for dessert. After dinner, when he was comfortable in the lounger, she went to the spare bedroom and was back quickly with a large but thin present, wrapped neatly in bright red paper.“Guess what this is?” she teased.Luke made several futile attempts at guessing before she handed it to him. He carefully tore the paper off, then just stared for long seconds. Slowly his head turned toward her.“Dana?” was all he could say.“Do you like it?”He looked at it again. “This is the best gift you could have gotten me. And, I thought it was a photograph, but it's a painting. Did you have … where did you get the idea … who painted it?Dana knew his mind was wondering if some strange man had been seeing her naked while he painted the picture."Wendy did it.”“Wendy? I didn't know she painted.”“Neither did I, but she showed me two that she had done before, of herself and of her husband”“Max?”Dana could hear the obvious question in the single word.“Yes, and they're both naked. And yes, now I've seen a painting of Max naked,” She wasn't going to mention just yet that Max had seen her posing naked. "And now, Wendy wants to do one of you.”“She does?”“You'd like that, wouldn't you?” she said, giggling.“I'd rather see the one she did of herself.”“I'm sure she'll let you. Maybe as a birthday present.”“Dana, I can't believe that you, of all people, were able to pose nude for a portrait, even if the artist was your best friend.”“She said I owed her for all the sewing she's done for me.”While Luke continued to look at the painting, Dana called Wendy, asking if they could come over, and Luke wanted to see her picture. Wendy laughed and said that would be fine.“So, you want to see my picture, huh,” Wendy said when she answered the door.“Well, if you're willing to show, I'm willing to look.”“On one condition. That you allow me to complete the quartet of paintings.”“Sure. I'm willing to show if you're willing to paint.”They viewed the nude Wendy, Luke trying to be cool about it but failing. They worked out posing times for Luke, talked about the other projects that Wendy had suggested, and Dana and Luke headed home. Luke propped the painting on the bedroom dresser opposite the bed, and the sex that followed was slightly different and much more satisfying than usual. The Saturday morning follow-up was the same.When Saturday evening came, and it was time to dress for the dinner, Dana showered and went to the spare bedroom. Still naked from the shower, she pulled on the red dress, arranged her hair, applied the little makeup she usually wore for special events, added a couple of dashes of her favorite cologne, and went to their bedroom where Luke was dressing.He turned to her, smiled … and then his eyes went wide.“You're wearing that dress?” he said, a huge smile now engulfing his face.She walked toward Luke, bending from the waist and pulling her arms together in front of her.“Dana, no bra?” He looked totally astounded.“Unless you insist I wear one.”He just shook his head and, seeing her smile, had another thought.“Lift your skirt,” She did and received a look and a smile she'd treasure."That painting has changed you.”“A work in process.”“Can't wait for the conclusion.”“Me either,” Dana replied, wondering herself where she was headed. Time would tell.At the dinner party, she carefully watched the men since most of them seemed to be watching her. Luke was having no trouble finding company, as he seemed to be very popular, particularly with the men. Dana, not used to drinking, had just finished her second martini when a third magically appeared in her hand. The buzz she was feeling was very pleasant, and kept a smile on her face as she talked with the men gathered around her and Luke. Her blinking eyes, pleasant giggles, and body movements had most of the men sure she was flirting with them. Of course, Dana had no idea this was the case.The little clutch purse she carried was a nuisance, and she continually dropped it, bending quickly to pick it up, often in unison with one of the men. A couple of times, she looked down and could see three-quarters of her breasts exposed, or maybe even that next fraction, whatever it was. With the constant movement and the bending, her nipples were anything but relaxed, and she knew they were providing a nice pair of pokies for all to see. She chuckled to herself at that thought, so unlike the Dana she had been. As she finished the third martini, she wondered if she could somehow expose her nipples. She'd have to work on that. The short skirt provided another possibility. She took a large swallow of her martini as they headed to the tables and dinner.As they were eating, Luke said, “Those delicious boobs or yours have already been well-viewed tonight, you know.”“You think so,” Dana giggled, taking a bite of potatoes.“You may be naive, but you're not that naive,” he countered.“With this dress that you wanted me to wear, I don't know how I can keep that from happening.”“I didn't say I wanted it to stop. When I bought that dress, I knew that if you wore it, you'd be observed. I'm just surprised you wore it.”She'd finished the fourth martini and was eating, the effect of the food trailing the alcohol just a bit.“I could show my ass, or my pussy too,” she said, leaning close to Luke and giggling. “Actually, they wouldn't see my pussy, just my muff.”Luke looked at her and smiled. “One more martini and I think I could get you up on the table here to dance naked.”“You think?” Dana smirked."Maybe I should just take you home before you get into trouble.”Once home, Luke said a quiet thank you to the beautiful painting now hanging over their bed.Dana went with Luke for his first posing session with Wendy. Maybe she'd relax after a few sessions, but Wendy seemed awfully anxious to get with a nude Luke. As long as it was only him naked, it should be fine. She wasn't sure if Wendy did it on purpose, but the painting of her hung right in front of where Luke would be posing.Wendy went through the explanation of the posing, breaks if needed, and the final details she'd need when it was almost done. She'd moved a loveseat into the studio and described how she'd like for Luke to pose. When it was time to start, he stripped, sat in the chair, looked at the painting of Wendy, and immediately began to get an erection.“Is that what you want in the painting,” Wendy asked, chuckling.“I think I've been set up,” Luke groaned.The final result was as spectacular as hers had been and was hanging above their bed. Access to their bedroom had become very limited, and both of them enjoyed lying on the bed and looking at the paintings.Dana had completed her posing for Wendy's modern version of Goya's The Nude Maja. It had been easy posing, and the final result was what Dana had imagined it to be when she went to Wendy's to see it.“It came out pretty well, you think? ” Wendy asked.“Like all the others, it's gorgeous.”I showed it to the Goodwin Gallery downtown. They want to display it for six months.“Dana's eyes opened wide."They're sure it will sell during that time too.”“Wendy, that's me in that painting,” Dana said, her heart pounding.“And you look perfect there.”“I'm naked.”“Well, if you say so, I won't do it,” Wendy answered, a defeated look on her face.“Oh, pile the guilt on me,” Dana said, laughing. But what Wendy said was true. She didn't know anyone who visited those galleries. But it was her face … and the rest of her, too. This was a real test of the changed Dana. She took a deep breath. “Oh, hell, go ahead.”She received a big hug from Wendy. “Thanks.”“Now that we've settled that, what are we going to do to celebrate National Nude Day?”“Huh?”“It's July fourteenth, and that's just a few days away. We need to plan something.”A good bit of discussion followed, with many possibilities explored. They parted, leaving the final decision hanging.The next day they talked for an hour. The plan was set and would be a surprise to the men, particularly since neither of them was aware that National Nude Day existed.“Guess what, babe?” Dana said when dinner was finished.“Um, how many guesses do I get?”“Just be quiet. Today is National Nude Day, and we need to celebrate.”Luke began unbuttoning his shirt.“"Slow down, tiger. The celebration begins after dark.”“Go on.”“I'll update you then.”It was an enticingly nerve-wracking evening for Luke, his imagination sparked by those four letters. N-U-D-E. He kept watching Dana, chagrined to see how much she was enjoying tormenting him.“It's almost dark,” he finally said, a hopeful tone to his voice. “Fill me in.”Dana smiled. “We're going to Wendy and Max's to celebrate.”“Oh, nice.”“We're going to walk.”“Okay.”“Naked.”“No shit?”“Yup. We leave our clothes here and walk.”“So, you're going to be outdoors naked?”“That's the plan.”Both of them stripped, followed by Luke chasing a squealing Dana two laps around the entire downstairs. Still giggling, they closed up the house, hiding a key under a rock, and started their trip.The street lights were all on the same side of the street, which would hopefully help them stay unobserved. They stayed behind bushes when they could, and when a car passed, they hid, with Dana learning over to make sure it was past them. It was all Luke needed, and his hand was immediately between her legs, massaging gently.“Luke, stop,” she pleaded, grabbing his arm. A few more seconds of enjoyment, and he relented.They arrived at the Proctor's panting for breath, Luke having chased Dana the last one hundred yards, tickling her at nearly every step. They were greeted by a naked Wendy, which brought a smile to Luke's face. He'd seen the painting, but reality was much more juicy. He received a knowing smile in return. Once inside, they met Max, who was also naked.Dana was astounded that all four of them were ready to spend an evening together … naked. She found herself repeatedly “checking out” Max, or at least checking his manhood which didn't seem to be totally limp. She smiled at that, knowing that Luke was doing the same with Wendy.“We have martinis, Dana. I understand you like them,” Max said, smiling. He filled a rather large glass and handed it to Dana, then filled three more and passed them around. “Don't worry, if you get too buzzed, you're welcome to spend the night here.”A pair of chuckles, and soon, second glasses were being poured. These were larger glasses than they'd had at the dinner, so Dana knew the effects would arrive sooner. They discussed the paintings, Dana being challenged to go to the downtown gallery to view her naked body. As she pictured that, she heard the words, “are you the model?” and it caused her to tremble and tingle as well.The second glass had been emptied, and Dana was flying low, a very contented feeling filling her brain as a “what the hell” feeling surged through her body. She sat on a chair across from Max, watching his erection slowly growing. In her muddled state, she realized she was sitting very comfortably with her legs spread enough that her muff was no longer shielding her pussy. When she glanced down, she could clearly see her parted labia. She smiled at Max, and he returned the smile. She felt sorry for him in that condition, his erection very prominent and needing help.She walked unsteadily to his chair and dropped to the floor on hands and knees.“Poor thing,” she chuckled, blinking her eyes at him. She licked her lips, and her hand took hold of him. She loved the groan she heard, her innate sensuality bubbling to the surface. For a second, she thought of using her mouth but decided her hand would do the job. She began a slow but steady pumping, the kind that Luke particularly enjoyed.“Is that good?” she asked. Max simply groaned.Luke watched what was happening, realizing that he was getting hard from the watching. A quick look at Wendy – she was looking at him and nodding. On hands and knees, she crossed to his chair and, unlike Dana, was perfectly willing to use her mouth, surrounding the head with her lips and caressing it with her tongue. Wendy wasn't Dana, but right this instant, she was amazing, her breasts rubbing his legs as her mouth enveloped his erection. He closed his eyes, enveloped in what she was doing to him.Max was ready to explode. This exceptionally beautiful woman was massaging his cock, and, not to miss an opportunity, he leaned forward and began squeezing those fantastic breasts he had seen once before. The nipples were hard, the skin soft and smooth, the breasts amazingly firm and, well, just perfect. He looked across at Wendy and was jealous. He wanted that but didn't know how to make it happen. He'd try.“Look at Luke,” he whispered in Dana's ear. She released him and turned her head. Then her eyes rolled to his, and she smiled. In seconds, her lips closed on his cock and slid down nearly to the base. He grunted as her head began to bob up and down, faster and faster. She was better at this than Wendy, he decided. “Gonna come,” he grunted, and her hand was back in action, streams of milky liquid landing on her hair, her face, those beautiful breasts, and finally dribbling down her hand and arm.Their eyes met.“Better now?” she asked, her speech still a little slurred.She was still gripping his erection, and Max wasn't sure he could speak. “Yeah, much better,” he finally said to Dana's answering giggle.She stumbled back to her chair and watched as Luke shot spunk on Wendy's face and breasts as well, then held up her glass. Max rose slowly, took the glass, and filled it, returning it to Dana, who took a big swallow. She wondered what might happen after the third glass. Right now, though, Wendy was reaching for her hand to guide her to the bathroom. She chuckled as she realized they were both a bit of a mess.The trip to the bathroom was a little awkward, with both of them bumping walls and stumbling repeatedly, each helping to support the other.“Max was in heaven,” Wendy said a little unevenly.“I made him get hard and thought I needed to take care of it,” Dana replied. “Maybe I shouldn't have done that.”“He thinks you're the best there is. You made him a happy camper. He'll remember that … and remind me about it forever,” Wendy finished with a giggle."Wendy, he loves you,” Dana replied as she washed the sticky cum off her face.“I know he does,” and I don't mind him thinking that about you. I just know he never dreamed something like that would happen.“"He gave my boobs a good squeezing, too,” She paused her scrubbing for a second. "You seemed to do a good job with Luke, too."He didn't try to fight me off, that's for sure. Max says something about getting a little ‘strange' can be fun when he's teasing me. We weren't exactly doing that, but it was fun.”“Hold still,” Dana said, taking a wet washcloth and cleaning two strings of gooey liquid from Wendy's hair. Wendy took the cloth and did the same for Dana.“They looked at each other."They owe us,” Wendy said. “Are you game?”“I'm ready.”Back to the family room they went, and Dana drained the last of her third glass. She saw Max eyeing her with a smile. Wendy went straight to Luke and sat down next to him. Dana went to where she had been earlier, sat down, and spread her legs.She smiled as Max's cock was already responding, and he dropped to his hands and knees and came toward her. It felt so strange in a way, legs spread wide, womanhood in full view, and a different man heading toward her. It was her good friend, Max, but what if it was someone else. She shivered as Max touched her legs, then began kissing his way from her knee to her crotch. There were all sorts of possibilities, and she wondered what all he might do.“You ready?” he murmured, looking up at her.She bit her lower lip, nodding. His finger traced her cleft from top to bottom and back again, over and over, not probing, just caressing. That had never happened to her before, and she was nearly frantic, wanting him to do more. At last, he did, stroking over and over the pinkness between her vagina and her clitoris, not touching either. Breathing was getting more difficult, and she knew her body was glistening. She forced herself to look at Max – his eyebrows were raised, he was smiling and licking his lips. She knew that if he didn't do more soon, she'd have to grab his hand and make the decision for him.At last, his finger probed, sliding slowly inside her. Her hips pressed forward to meet his thrust, forcing his finger deeper. She felt a second finger and then a third. Without even thinking about it, her hips were moving back and forth on the fingers.“You like that, don't you?” he said softly.All Dana could do was moan and press forward with her hips.“How about this,” he asked as one finger slid across her clitoris.Dana jerked, a sharp moan escaping her throat.“I'll take that as a yes,” Max said, his finger flicking back and forth across her swollen clit.Dana couldn't control the moans that seemed to be getting louder and louder. This was different than she was used to as Max's tongue and finger alternated with almost the same flicking motions. Luke used his lips much more than Max, but the flicking had her body heating, sensations racing through her as she felt his fingers moving faster and faster.It was going to happen, and the spasms began with a long and loud moan, followed by more spasms and staccato moans as her body shuddered, every muscle contracting over and over.“Stop, please,” she finally said through her labored breathing.He did and said, “Look over there,” a very wet finger pointing toward the other couple where Luke's face was buried between Wendy's widely spread legs, her body mimicking what had just happened with Dana.Dana watched as Max reluctantly sat back on his haunches, giving her pussy a last look before standing. She smiled as his erection was still very prominent. Wendy had brought her legs together, and Luke stood beside the couch.“It's midnight,” Luke said. “Nude Day is over.”“No, it's not,” Wendy countered. “Let's go out in the yard and practice posing for the luncheon picture I'm planning to do.”Max offered his hand to Dana, and she stood, as did Wendy. Outside in the yard, and naked? This was something new. It was a warm night in July, and there was no dew on the grass yet, so sitting and posing was fun, filled with pushing and touching and lots of laughing. The yard was fairly private, but none of them were thinking of that as they listened to the crickets chirping and the cicadas singing their mating songs. There was even the unmistakable sharp chirp of a whippoorwill.When they finished with the supposed posing practice, Luke crawled across the grass to Dana.“I heard you,” he said, kissing her ear.“You should have been taking care of Wendy and ignoring me,” she answered with a chuckle.“I was doing that, but it must have been good, right?”She looked at him in the glow of the moonlight. “It was … different.”“That's what Wendy said, too. It was so strange, hearing those gorgeous moans, but being so far away.”“That isn't fair; I couldn't hear you at all.”“I doubt you were hearing anything. I just wish I could have watched it.”“You mean you'd have liked to see another man make me come?”“As long as you're still mine, yeah.”“That's not an issue, and I did see the very end of Wendy taking care of you. It was, well, fascinating and exciting, too."How about me taking care of you right now and right here?” Luke said, sliding his hand along Dana's thigh.“You want to make me come again?”“More than that.”“Oh, god, Luke. Wendy and Max are right there.”“And when they see us … they'll join us,” He pushed her back so she was flat on the grass and spread her legs."I guess I don't have much choice now,” she whispered.“You can say no if you'd like,” he said as he pressed his erection against her.She groaned and pulled him onto her.Just as predicted, Wendy and Max, ten feet from them, joined them within seconds.On Saturday, Wendy dragged Dana to the little downtown gallery to see her painting. Dana piled her hair into a bun, wore dark glasses, and a plain, loose-fitting dress to disguise herself as much as possible. It was a special day at the gallery, and it was fairly well packed. Wendy went to talk to the owner, and Dana stood by herself to view the well-lit display. By herself was a misnomer, as there were many people standing around with her, looking.“Unique idea,” a lady shared with her. “And the model is beautiful as well.”Dana smiled as she nearly said thank you to the lady.She listened to more comments, blushing slightly despite her disguise. When Wendy returned, she asked Dana if people seemed to like it.“Everything I've heard so far is good.”“The owner says he's had several offers to purchase it. The last one was for five thousand dollars, from an older gentleman who said he'd double the offer if he could meet the model.”“Wendy, no way,” Dana said, looking around guiltily.“I told her that wouldn't happen, and she was going to go back to the gentleman for a response.”Dana thought for a moment. “So, if I just meet the guy, you'll get an extra five thousand?”“Minus a commission, of course,” She received a nudge in the ribs for that.Dana remembered when she'd posed for that picture, and the one of herself, how nervous and embarrassed she'd been to expose her body. Then Wendy has told her about the gallery and the painting being on display. She had rebelled at first, then agreed. Now she was standing in front of the painting, and no one had recognized her. With the many things that had happened since, particularly the National Nude Day celebration just two days ago, she felt much differently about herself than she had then. She smiled at Wendy."Tell your friend to get as much out of the old guy as she can, but I'll be happy to meet him so the artist can receive an additional five grand, or whatever the doubling might be.”“Are you sure, Dana?'"Yeah, and maybe I'll give him his own personal viewing, you know.”“Dana!” It was Wendy's turn to look appalled.The patron of the arts upped his offer to ten thousand dollars, which Wendy promised to share some with Dana.The meeting with the gentleman was very pleasant – dinner at the Downtown Athletic Club. Dana didn't give him a “personal viewing,” but she did wear the red dress, which she was sure it made the old guy's heart pound a little harder.When the Proctors or the Berrys went to the other's house for dinner or games, it was after dark and interesting. With cooler weather approaching, they were both sure it would get even more interesting. On “very special” nights, their times together were very interesting and delightfully exciting, their experimentation becoming more and more sensual and … well, just, you can imagine.Dana had changed dramatically and was loving it. She could dress as she wanted, act as she wanted, and be who she wanted. And Luke had never been more proud of his wife. When other men gawked at her, he loved her even more. Perhaps he was changing too. They'd both decided that National Nude Day had accomplished that, or at least put the final stamp on everything. By PickFiction for Literotica

Born from an idea whilst searching for the best mascara to use to an app now with 80,000 products and 17,000 brands. Beauty Buddy was created by two sisters Wendy & Tracy and today Nicole chats with co founder Wendy Slattery on how they have created what they call the “Trip advisor” for beauty products, where consumers who have used the brands whether they love it or hate it they rate it. Which allows consumers and brands to get real feedback from real people. They discuss the initial research they did and how they engaged with people that really made them see that they had an idea that was viable and useful. To a whirlwind trip to New York drawing on every and any connection to meet advisors and investors, creating a minimum viable product without spending millions.   KEY TAKEAWAYS   We've all been the overwhelmed customer going into a store. When Wendy and Tracy went into a store and asked the assistant if a makeup brush was worth the money, they were told “I don't know, I only work here Saturdays”. The pair then went online and googled the item, all that came up was sites trying to sell the product, nothing about if it was good or not. So that's when they thought wouldn't it be great to just be able to scan a barcode and see relevant information on a product. From focus groups Wendy discovered that in terms of product reviews, people are least likely to trust reviews on the brands own website or store. When it comes to influencers reviews it was a balance between trusting some and not trusting others. The reviews that people trust the most are those given by a friend. The pair found success with their Facebook group for beauty product reviews but the problem was that it was impossible to keep track of. They found people asking the same questions weeks apart because the information they had got on the previous post was just too hard to find again. Never take no for an answer. You don't open doors with one email, you need to be calling, LinkedIn messages, everything. Just be persistent. Beauty Buddy is currently valued at £3.6 million after the latest round of investment.   BEST MOMENTS   ‘I've said yes to dates…but it's in America!' ‘We know where we're going. Either you're interested in being on the journey with us or you're not' ‘When you're that small, you need to find investors who are passionate about the industry' ‘You will always make mistakes as a startup' ‘The worst you can do is fail'   EPISODE RESOURCES   https://www.thebeautybuddy.com Instagram: www.instagram.com/thebeautybuddyapp Tik tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@thebeautybuddy   https://proto.io/   VALUABLE RESOURCES   www.thebuyerandretailcoach.com www.instagram.com/thebuyerandretailcoach www.tiktok.com/@thebuyerandretailcoach https://thebuyerandretailcoach.com/newsletter-sign-up/   ABOUT THE HOST   Buying & retail expert Nicole Higgins spent the last 18 years working for companies such as Primark, M&S, Debenhams and Asda, sourcing & developing products from all over the world, building strategies for blue chip businesses, and increasing bottom line sales and profit, adding over £40 million in incremental business to the bottom line. Nicole now uses that experience and works as a consultant and coach for entrepreneurs and small to medium sized business owners, helping them start and scale their product businesses as The Buyer And Retail Coach (TM) Join the Start Scale Succeed waitlist. How to start & scale a product business. A 12 Week programme: thebuyerandretailcoach.com/startscalesucceedwaitlist   CONTACT METHOD   Website http://www.thebuyerandretailcoach.com IG https://www.instagram.com/thebuyerandretailcoach/ TikTok www.tiktok.com/@thebuyerandretailcoach LinkedIn linkedin.com/in/nicolehigginsuk Email nicole@thebuyerandretailcoach.com Newsletter https://thebuyerandretailcoach.com/newsletter-sign-up/ Book a call with me https://thebuyerandretailcoachltd.as.me/discoverycall  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

C.T. Studd was a famous evangelist and missionary over a hundred years ago. One statement he made that I kind of grabbed hold of is this: “The light that shines furthest shines brightest at home.” C.T. had a wife and six children, and preached on four continents, so he must certainly have tested that truth. When Wendy and I stand in front of church groups and encourage them to be bold in sharing the Gospel, and irreproachable in their behavior, well – we had better be doing just that in our own backyard and with our own family. Otherwise we could not preach the Good News of salvation through Jesus Christ with honesty and authority. Telling people about Jesus is exciting whether one on one or in a crowd. As His followers, we should be ready at any time to share His message with those around us who don't yet know Him. But let's make sure our actions and our reputation back up our words. This is Andrew Palau. “In the same way, let your good deeds shine out for all to see, so that everyone will praise your heavenly Father.” Matthew 5:16 radio.hopewithgod.com

Building a big abundant life relies on setting significant goals and refusing to shrink them — and to do that you need to embrace leverage. A well structured team can help to provide the means to have a big abundant life. Our guest for this episode, Wendy Papasan, helps us to understand why delegation is important and why who you work with is more important than how hard you work. Hear insights about: When Wendy recognised the power of leverage and the need for it in her business Why hiring an assistant was a game changer for Wendy Outsourcing gives other people opportunities to grow — when you create more business than you can handle as you are creating opportunities for others The main reasons people are afraid to outsource When everybody is in the right seat on the bus on your team, you give a way better customer experience Learning how to hire and train great people is a skill most people have to learn Leverage is a one step back two steps forward skill that you can learn how to master The Importance of Delegation Wendy shares some really powerful insights into building a successful business and building a big, abundant life this week. We discuss why it's important for people to realise that the only difference between you and the person living the life that you admire and aspire to have is that they've decided to do it. And the truth is that they've fallen on their face, but what makes them successful is that they got up, they changed direction and they made the decision to just keep going. When you decide to live a bigger life you have to accept help where you need help. Wendy describes why she wanted her big life to be a team effort, she didn't want to hoard all the roles and opportunities, she wanted to share them with the people around her. Which is why she was so receptive to the idea of leverage and aligns herself with people who are more talented in certain roles than she is. The key to success is who you get into business with not how hard you work About Wendy Papasan: Wendy leads real estate teams in Austin, Houston, and San Antonio, Texas. In 2009, she was a stay-at-home mom making no income; since then, the Papasan Properties Group has helped more than 1600 families totaling more than half a billion dollars in home sales. In addition to her real estate business, Wendy is the co-host of the popular Empire Building podcast and a sought-after international real estate speaker. As an active real estate investor for nearly two decades, she loves helping her clients and team members become millionaires. In addition to her real estate business, she is the founder of Papasan Homes and co-founder and Chairman of the Board for Her Best Life, an organization that amplifies the lives and voices of women in business around the world. A community activist and philanthropist, Wendy is active on the board of KW Kids Can, a non-profit that helps young adults think bigger and find their mission. She and her husband have helped raise more than $1 Million for children with cancer. She is married to New York Times best-selling author and Keller Williams Vice President of Strategic Content, Jay Papasan, and they are the proud parents of two teenagers and a dog named Taco. How to Connect With Wendy Papsan Website: www.HerBestLife.com LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/papasan/ https://www.linkedin.com/company/keller-williams-realty-inc/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Papasan-Properties-Group-106086244332610 Balanced Growth Course: Website: https://pursuingfreedom.thinkific.com/courses/balanced-growth Additional Resources: Set for Success Planner Time Tracker 5-Step Guide to More Referrals

Kindness can be found living just around the corner. London, March 2020. Wendy's husband Richard is one of the early Covid casualties, and as the world hunkers down against the pandemic, Wendy and her two kids - home from university - lock down into their grief and remembrance. Except Wendy has this gnawing sensation, a tightness in her chest every time she thinks of Richard. He could be harsh, critical, belittling in front of others. But he did his best - didn't he? He looked after them, even if he did make all the decisions and laugh at her small ambitions. Even if he controlled everything in Wendy's so-called life. As lockdown drags on with its do-gooder neighbours with their cake-baking and competitive Clapping for Carers, Wendy makes a disturbing discovery on Richard's old phone. Messages from a woman she doesn't know, a woman who clearly has a close relationship with her late husband. Enraged but liberated by the betrayal, Wendy starts to reclaim her life. Until she runs into Zana. Zana, who appears to be watching her house. Zana, with her small child in tow. Zana, and her inexplicable connection to Richard.... When Wendy decides to help Zana during a time when the world has turned upside down, the two slowly build a relationship based on their mutual recognition. And when Zana introduces Wendy to her friends at the local homeless mother and child hostel, she discovers a different, more hopeful, kind of family bubble. Because if you're not part of the solution, you're part of the problem.

Back on https://www.darkdiscussions.com/podcasts/halloween-boutique-psychotronic-reviews-volume-019-know-fear-2021-review/ (Volume 019), we reviewed a haunted house film entitled KNOW FEAR (2021). It was released in Q1 of this year and immediately got fantastic buzz on the internet as well as from many critics. With a little luck, your co-hosts were able to get the director/screenwriter and screenwriter/producer/composer to come on this latest episode and discuss their latest film. Donald Capel (David Alan Basche) and his wife Wendy (Amy Carlson) move into a nice suburban home that unfortunately has a checkered past.  When Wendy finds an old book in the cellar of the house, her behavior suddenly changes greatly.  After a cooking accident, her niece (Mallory Bechtel), an amateur ghost hunter, decides to study the old tome only to unleash what may be an evil entity that has come to take all their souls. Director/screenwriter Jamison M. LoCasio and producer/screenwriter/composer Adam Ambrosio took a bit of their time to discuss all things related to movies. They talk about the film's story, music, special effects, characterizations, among so much more. If you want to learn even more about one of the best horror films of 2021, take a listen and let us know your thoughts.

On today's episode of Infertile Millennial, special guest Wendy shares her 10 year journey with infertility. When Wendy and her husband decided to start trying their journey quickly came to a halt when she got sick. She rapidly lost 50 pounds with no answer as to why. After her diagnosis and getting the clear from doctors to try again, Wendy and her husband tried for 10 years before deciding to call it quits. Today, Wendy will be sharing what led her to that difficult decision and how she copes with infertility, plus why quitting doesn't make you a failure. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/emily-orlando/support

Most horror fans are desensitized.  Desensitized of the blood and gore, but even more so from the atmosphere and scares.  If it isn't a jump scare, no one is startled anymore.  But every so often there is a film that comes about that definitely brings chills down your spine.  And sometimes those films seem to appear out of nowhere.  One such film is the brand new horror movie KNOW FEAR (2021). Donald Capel (David Alan Basche) and his wife Wendy (Amy Carlson) move into a nice suburban home that unfortunately has a checkered past.  When Wendy finds an old book in the cellar of the house, her behavior suddenly changes greatly.  After a cooking accident, her niece (Mallory Bechtel), an amateur ghost hunter, decides to study the old tome only to unleash what may be an evil entity that has come to take all their souls. Director/screenwriter Jamison M. LoCasio and producer/screenwriter/composer Adam Ambrosio have created what may be one of the scariest films to arrive in some time.  With its amazing score, solid screenplay, and fantastic acting, including some cast members from New York City's best stage productions, the movie may be an immediate cult classic.  Your co-hosts take a look at this new film and give their thoughts.

When Wendy came forward about her victimization she realized it made her a better advocate for other victims of sexual violence. Wendy serves as a victim advocate for Cedar City/Iron County Sheriffs offices and is a strong voice for those who finally feel safe enough to come forward and tell there story. If you are a victim of crime and are in need of financial assistance due to your victimization you can reach the Utah Office for Victims of Crime at 801-238-2360If you are victim of domestic violence and are seeking help there are resources available: National- http://ncadv.org/Local-https://www.utahlegalservices.org/https://www.legalaidsocietyofsaltlake.org/https://timplegal.com/http://www.utahvictimsclinic.org/https://www.ucasa.org/https://www.udvc.org/resources/get-help-now.htmlhttps://www.utahhomicidesurvivors.org/Support the show (https://secure.givelively.org/donate/utah-domestic-violence-legal-services)

Proffer is a verb that means to present for acceptance. It is also a noun that refers to an offer being made. Our word of the day’s origin is similar to that of the word ‘offer.’ Both are derived from Anglo-French, but ‘proffer’ is a word that stresses the kindness of the act. For example, When Wendy needed a place to stay, her friend Lisa presented her with an opportunity to live rent-free in one of her apartments. The generous proffer brought tears to Wendy’s eyes.

When Wendy lost someone close to her as a result of suicide, she chose to do something about. Academia. It has it's problems. Wendy Ingram, the Executive Director of Dragonfly Mental Health, is working to create change in one of the most prevalent areas of current discussion; poor mental health. A molecular and cell biologist by training, she now posts videos, presentations, and workshops online, in order to help raise awareness and cultivate better mental health amongst academics worldwide. You can follow Wendy here: https://twitter.com/pyromanticism

In this episode Tansy Baigent interviews a remarkable woman called Wendy Black who defied doctors, medical science and established belief by overcoming the impossible; she found the pathway out of paralysis.Wendy was young when she needed a hip replacement but, at the time, it was cutting edge. However overtime she was, unknowingly being poisoned by the heavy metals in the replacement hip until one day she collapsed.. and all the lights went out.When Wendy woke in the hospital she was told then that she was paralysed and would never recover. She was told that she would  be made comfortable but there was nothing they could do. It was a tragic state of circumstances which Wendy could do nothing about. Or so she thought.This is a breezy tour through her story and her healing and how she eventually became a healer herself.Wendy is now a highly respected sound therapist specialising in the healing and transformational sounds of crystal singing bowls. However Wendy was not always a therapist, and how she came to be one is an incredible story of resilience, commitment and her ability to truly overcome the impossible by opening up to the Wyrd, to the far-reaching wonders of the World, and to the healing powers of plants, meditation and Spirit.If you would like to get in touch with Wendy you can find her on instagram: https://www.instagram.com/anandarising_/Or on Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/anandarisingIf you enjoy/enjoyed this episode of This Wyrd World please consider leaving some stars or a review. Do follow the show wherever you get your podcasts so you never miss an episode.  Find us on Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/thiswyrdworldTo book a healing session, meditation or tarot reading with Tansy visit:https://www.tansyalexandra.com/servicesIf you want to get in touch with Tansy directly contact her:tansyahealing@gmail.com Thank you so much for your support.With Wyrd and wonderful blessings 

Running Successful Virtual Events “We have to shift our limiting beliefs and keep going.” — Ursula Mentjes (08:19-08:23) These past few months have been a rollercoaster for the Live Event Industry. Some events canceled, some events were rescheduled for 2021, and some producers turned their live event into a virtual experience with great success. This week, we're talking about running successful virtual events with a special guest, Wendy Porter.  Currently, we're in the middle of the pandemic. The country is in deep conversations and deep mourning following the passing of George Floyd and his death. And we've been covering some of those topics on the show as well. Know that we are with you, and thank you for your comments on some of our podcasts that we've done on that topic. We appreciate it. And we're trying to help everyone find their seat at the table and find their voice, which isn't an easy thing to do. What's important is that we come together and have these conversations in an inclusive way.  Part One of ‘Running Successful Virtual Events’ Today, I want to talk about events because the world doesn't know what's next. As humans, our brains like to find that pattern forward. And it seems like when we think we know what the pattern is forward, something else comes up or things shift again. First, I asked Wendy to tell us her story about what brought her into the events world. And, like most people, she says she fell into directing events. She was a marketing acquisition manager at United Healthcare, and they asked her to help with a gigantic trade show. At that time, she had never done an event in her life. She had to pull together all of the information and start learning all about the industry. She discovered that she was great at directing events and enjoyed it. When Wendy made a move and started her own company, she had a few limiting beliefs around selling. It took some pushes for herself and from others at Sales Coach Now to help her understand that she didn't know what she needed to do.  When she looked back at the sales strategies and steps she used to increase sales, it was all about relationships and networking. When she thinks about the relationships built in the corporate world, she likes to write a thoughtful and handwritten note to let someone know that you're thinking about them. Which is an excellent idea for those who work with industries that have been shut down for a little bit and are now opening again. “There's going to be a definite desire to get back together with your industry colleagues and enjoy generating ideas together.” — Wendy Porter (25:08-25:20) Some companies send a survey to their customers, saying, "Hey, I'm thinking about you. I want you to know I'm here for you. Would you take a minute to let us know how we can best serve you? How can we help you right now?" The responses that will come back in are very valuable. People are raising their hands, saying what they need from businesses right now. Some companies may need to pivot because they need to cater to more client needs right now. Part Two of ‘Running Successful Virtual Events’ There is much unknown in the event industry. Many corporations have travel bans, and the majority of the markets out there are saying no events until there's a vaccine. After the COVID-19 pandemic, there's going to be a definite desire to get back together, especially with your industry colleagues, and get ideas generated. However, there's a fear factor in terms of traveling, and some people don't want to expose themselves, but you still have to meet their needs. This is why many event producers are shifting to virtual experiences.   Virtual events are the future right now. It's about making sure that you understand your client's objectives and then matching the right platform to that objective. Sometimes, you might need multiple platforms; bells and whistles from a specific platform integrated with another. There are different ideas to keep people engaged in virtual events and create an authentic experience full of energy and creativity. One way of keeping people engaged is to have virtual break out rooms. Get people interacting in smaller groups virtually. You can use Zoom to do that. You can also do Virtual Happy Hours for VIP clients. We have seen people mail swag packages with cocktail glasses out to their virtual attendees in advance. And, then guests hop on Zoom to enjoy Happy Hour and their Cocktails. Wendy shared some other great ideas, such as sending your guests a coupon for Ubereats, so guests can order their lunch to arrive at their door. When you create these experiences, guests feel more connected and excited to attend the virtual event and your attendance rates increase dramatically.   “It's possible to make an interactive, memorable and exciting virtual event.” —  Ursula Mentjes (26:01-26:05)   If you're a podcast listener or have been following my blogs, I encourage you to join our Sales Camp, which is now virtual because of the pandemic. This is your opportunity to attend Sales Camp from any place in the world. https://www.salescoachnow.com/sales-camp/. About Wendy Porter & How To Connect: Wendy Porter is the Owner and Chief Event Architect of Wendy Porter Events LLC, an experiential events management agency based in Minneapolis, MN. Leveraging decades of marketing and event experience working with major corporations, Wendy excels in all types of corporate events: Trade Shows, VIP Hospitality Events, National Sales Meetings, Leadership Conferences, CSR Events, Sporting Events, Award Ceremonies and Employee Celebrations.  Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/WendyPorterEvents/ LinkedIn:  https://www.linkedin.com/company/wendy-porter-events-llc Instagram:  https://www.instagram.com/wendyporterevents/ About Ursula Mentjes: Ursula Mentjes is the founder of Sales Coach Now, as well as a Sales Expert, Inspirational Speaker, Author and Certified Sales Coach who specializes in NLP to help her clients double and triple their sales. Sales Coach Now delivers a unique approach to sales training and coaching designed for ultimate retention and achievement.    Discover how to transform limiting beliefs, make powerful shifts with intention, and authentically serve (sell) your clients with my free pdf, “6 Secrets to Doubling Your Sales! www.salescoachnow.com/gift    Also, Ursula would love to partner with you at your next event, conference, or sales training session. If you’re interested in coming to Sales Camp, that’s her two-day live course then, you may find out more information here: https://www.salescoachnow.com/sales-camp/. NEXT STEPS - A GIVEAWAY ALERT! Be one of the first to receive My One Great Goal Digital Book, My One Great Goal Digital Workbook, and Access To My One Great Goal Virtual Event by completing an online review of my "Double Your Sales Now" Podcast:  go to this link here - www.salescoachnow.com/giveaway/.

I am excited to bring you my interview with my dear friend, Wendy Sterling. Wendy and I are talking about healing and reclaiming ownership of your voice and identity after divorce. Wendy is a Divorce Recovery Specialist, a certified life coach, writer, author, and speaker who founded The Divorce Rehab™.  Wendy and I are book-ends when it comes to divorce and coaching. I work with women before their divorce, and Wendy works with women after divorce and helps them build their life back up.  In this episode, we discuss the idea that divorce can be an empowering experience. Yes, it’s emotional and downright hard. And, when we get to the heart of the matter - divorce is a breakdown.   But to get to the breakthrough, you have to sit through the breakdown first.  I hope that this episode is a reminder to allow yourself to experience the pain and work to get to the other side. Because it may just be the best thing to ever happen to you.  Show Highlights Wendy’s story of divorce and the realization that divorce can be an empowering experience. (3:59) Comparing your relationship to other relationships is unhealthy and unnecessary. (14:01) When Wendy’s marriage was over, she realized she no longer needed to continue doing things that didn’t fulfil her. (19:09) Why you should get curious about what is coming up when you are working to find your voice and identity. (24:27) What inspires Wendy to do the work she does with divorced women. (28:11) The Divorce Rehab™ - a five-step process that focuses on using tough love to move through the pain and fear of divorce more quickly than if you do it alone. (33:11) Learn More About Wendy: Wendy Sterling is a Divorce Recovery Specialist, a certified life coach, writer, author and speaker who founded The Divorce Rehab™. Wendy helps divorced women recover from their divorce by remembering who they are and what they are capable of by ending their pity party, mourning their marriage and MOVING FORWARD with dignity to see how much better life is afterwards.  She believes divorce can be an empowering experience that women go through to find their true identity and voice to create the life they want instead of the life they feel stuck with.  Wendy is a graduate from UCLA and a Certified Professional Co-Active Coach (CPCC) from The Co-Active Training Institute.  She is also an Associate Certified Coach (ACC) through International Coach Federation. Wendy is a divorced, single mom who transformed her own life from Corporate America employee to entrepreneur and currently lives in Sherman Oaks, CA with her two boys and dog.  Resources & Links: Wendy’s website Wendy on Facebook Wendy on Instagram Free 15-minute Divorce Recovery Call The Ultimate Divorce Survival Guide Should I Stay or Should I Go Facebook Group

In today's episode, we chat with Wendy James, an original US Founder. When Wendy set out to become a founder, she realized putting in the hard work to develop herself would be key to her success. This has been true in every stage of her business. Listen for Wendy's tips to set yourself and your team up for greatness.

Adam from Sumner has called in to talk to Fitz about a problem with his girlfriend Wendy. He says quarantine has made him realize that Wendy cheats at absolutely everything. He says she is not only super aggressive, but she actually cheats at cards, board, games and video games. And he says Wendy is even cheating at Netflix, getting ahead of him on shows they are supposed to be watching together while he is asleep. When Wendy comes on, she says he is being way too sensitive – she grew up with older brothers and learned early that if you aren’t aggressive and don’t find ways “around the rules” you are never gonna win. Plus, she says, Adam just isn’t very good at games, and it’s actually not even fun to play video games because he doesn’t even try. While the P1’s mostly think this is just a big case of “cabin fever” and they probably shouldn’t break up, we do hear creative ways of saying Adam should “grow a set”.

My friend, Betty Cartwright, seemed to have passed away from a broken heart.Betty was like a second mother to me. I had known her as long as I had known her daughter, Wendy Welch. We all Loved each other very much. We Loved each other as family!Betty and I talked on the phone almost every day for many years. I miss calling and hearing her Lovely, sweet voice. We shared many of our life stories with each other. I will carry the wisdom she shared with me always.Betty was deeply saddened over the loss of her daughter, Wendy. She did the best she could to carry on but it was difficult for her. Betty also shared the fact that she had outlived her entire immediate family. She missed them dearly, and it filled her with sadness.Betty’s faith in God was strong and we always prayed together before we ended our phone calls. It gave us both a strong sense of peace, and bonded us as family. Betty was always happy when I asked her to pray with me. She was a lady filled with Love, wisdom, beauty, intelligence, kindness, and compassion. I feel honored to have known, and Loved her for so many years.Although we lived on opposite sides of the state of Tennessee from each other, we were strongly bonded. Every holiday, I sent her a gift to remind her of how much she is valued and Loved.When Wendy became sick, she would ask me to call her Mom as much as possible, and I was already doing that with pleasure. Betty and I would share stories, laugh together, say our prayers and always say “I Love you” to each other before we ended our phone calls. Bob and Wendy Welch, Betty Cartwright and me, shared a deep, Love together that continues to live in my heart every day. I thank God for allowing me to know and Love Betty! It makes me sad that Betty and I were so close, and bonded as friends, yet born so many years apart. I believe that our natural born years apart brought balance to the friendship. I wanted more years of friendship with Betty but God’s plan is perfect, and He called her home. Now, Betty, Wendy and Bob are together in that “sentimental gentle wind.” The aforementioned phrase is an excerpt from one of the many hit songs that Bob Welch wrote, entitled "Sentimental Lady." Bob used to call me his "Sentimental Doctor!"This is Betty’s favorite poem, and she introduced it to me...”There is a destiny that makes us brothers, None goes his way alone,All that we send into the lives of others, Comes back into our own.”–Author, Edwin MarkhamHas someone in your life passed away that still causes you to feel deep soul pain? Pray and ask God to help you emotionally and physically overcome the deep soul pain that you feel from the passing of a Loved one.John 14:1-4 Don’t let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God, and trust also in me. There is more than enough room in my Father’s home. If this were not so, would I have told you that I am going to prepare a place for you? When everything is ready, I will come and get you, so that you will always be with me where I am. And you know the way to where I am going.To learn more about Dr. Billie J. Minton's ministries within her Blue Ridge Moment book series, please visit her author website at BlueRidgeMoments.com. Dr. Billie J. Minton's Blue Ridge Moments books; Volume 1, subtitled, "Your Life Is Only As Good As Your Connection With Jesus," and Volume 2, subtitled, "Celebrating Footsteps of A God Dependent Life," and Blue Ridge Tenderpup children's book series may be found at Amazon.com and BlueRidgeMoments.com.

Wendy took her last drink on June 4, 2017.  This is her story. Update on the Alcohol is Sh!t book!  The book is out!  Pick up your paperback copy on Amazon here!  You can get the Audible version here! On January 1st, 2020 the 4th Café RE group will open.  There will be 2 in-person meetups in Australia this December.  If you would like more info or would like to RSVP please email info@recoveryelevator.com.  On today’s episode Paul talks about incessantly thinking in the future, why we do that, what that leads to, and how to put that thinking beast back into the cage.  When we are living in the future, we start to feel stress.  Once we recognize, and become aware of how often we are future tripping, we can no longer ignore it and the deprograming has already begun.  We deprogram first, then we reprogram.    [13:45] Paul introduces Wendy.    Wendy is 57 years old, married and lives in Sun City Center, Florida.  She has two sons and one grandson.  She works as a critical care nurse which she loves.  For fun Wendy loves to be out in nature, exercise, walk, and do yoga.  She also has a corgi and participates in dog shows.    [21:45] Give us a background on your drinking.   Wendy took her first drink at the age of 13.  After her parents split up, she became her dad’s drinking buddy.  She went from using food to stuff down her feelings, to using beer.  This continued through her teens, twenties and into her thirties.  But it was escalating and she was needing more and more to catch that buzz.    [24:20] Was there a moment that you recognized it was ramping up?   Wendy says she definitely knew that it was getting problematic and that she was having side effects from it.  She says that although she didn’t get anything like a DUI, alcohol was taking up too much real estate in her mind.      [25:55] When did you realize it was ramping up?   Wendy says it was in her early 50s.  She didn’t really have a rock bottom moment but says she woke up one day and said, “I am done.”  She says it was almost like she flipped a switch in her head.       [39:00] What techniques work for you when you are feeling anxiety?       When Wendy first quit drinking she started going to a phycologist, who really helped her in the beginning.  One of the things she taught her was HALT, and to never let herself get too Hungry, Angry, Lonely or Tired.  Wendy says she still follows that to this day.    [42:20] How did you get through the first few months?   Wendy says she read a whole lot of quit lit.  She joined a support group on Facebook.  She has a sobriety tool box and she keeps full.         [47:00] What are the differences between year one and year two?   Wendy says that year one really felt like survival, in a lot of ways, and how to be this new person.  Learning how to deal with things without alcohol as a buffer.    Wendy says that the cool thing about year two is that so many of those triggers start to fall away.  She says she doesn’t have the voices whispering to her, telling her how great it would be to drink.    [51:15] Rapid Fire Round   What’s a lightbulb moment you’ve had on this journey?   That there is an entire world that doesn’t revolve around alcohol.    What is a memorable moment that a life without alcohol has given you?   The sunrises, being up with the sun and making that connection that life can be a beautiful thing without alcohol.    What is your favorite alcohol-free drink?   LaCroix sparkling water.    What are some of your favorite resources on this journey?   Journaling as I mentioned before, I like coloring, artwork and gardening.  Having that tool box available in my mind.         What is on your bucket list in an alcohol-free life?   Definitely more traveling.    And what parting piece of guidance can you give to listeners?   If you think you have a problem, you probably do.    You might need to ditch the booze if...   You pee down your leg, at a gala, at a fancy hotel, because you’re so drunk you can’t wait to get up to the room, and you just act like nothing is wrong.         Upcoming retreats: Upcoming Events and Retreats.  Asia Adventure – January 20-31, 2020 Recovery Elevator LIVE: Dancing With the Mind -  in Colorado – June 11-14th, 2020 Recovery Elevator in Costa Rica: From Jungle to the Beach -  October 8 - 18th, 2020 You can find more information about our events here.   Resources mentioned in this episode:   This episode is brought to you by the smart shopping assistant Honey. Get Honey for free at www.joinhoney.com/elevator . Honey, the smart shopping assistant that saves you time and money when you're shopping online     Connect with Cafe RE- Use the promo code OPPORTUNITY for your first month free Sobriety Tracker iTunes Sobriety Tracker Android Sober Selfies! - Send your Sober Selfie and your Success Story to info@recoveryelevator.com   “Recovery Elevator – It All Starts From the Inside Out.  We can do this.”

By now, you're probably super familiar with the term "Catfishing," and you've heard us talk about "Hatfishing," but do you know the term "Dogfishing?" It's a thing, AND... Anthony did it yesterday ... with a cat LOL! And, our listener Whitney called us because she witnessed her male coworker go through his girlfriend's phone with out her knowledge. When Wendy confronted him about it, he said his gf isn't ALLOWED to talk to other guys. Should Whitney Let her coworker's girlfriend know what happened or should she Let It Go?! Plus, two absolutely wild Dirty Little Secrets!

Educator and well-respected author Dr. Tim Coombs joins Tim to talk about one of the more prevalent types of crises businesses and organizations face today – the social issue crisis. Boycotts, social media backlash, protests and other activities centered on social issues, and no organization is exempt, even if it’s not involved in the controversy. https://traffic.libsyn.com/shapingopinion/Social_Issues_Activists__Companies_auphonic.mp3 You probably remember that last year, 17 people were killed in a mass shooting in Parkland, Florida. A few weeks after the shooting, Ed Stack, the CEO of Dick’s Sporting Goods, which is the nation’s largest sporting goods retailer, learned that the shooter had once bought a gun from his company. That’s when Stack decided to make it harder to buy guns at his stores. Then he advocated that Congress adopt gun safety measures. He proactively arranged interviews with the national media, and everywhere he sounded more like an anti-gun activist than a gun owner which he was. Gun sellers, gun buyers, the firearms industry turned their backs on him, along with a few of his own employees who quit in protest. But that was just the beginning of the damage. Earlier this year, the company reported that Dick’s Sporting Goods lost $154 million in sales after deciding to ban the sale of certain rifles and restrict access to other firearms. The company knows that gun owners are likely to be hunters, and hunters buy more than guns at its stores. So, by taking a stand on gun sales, the company knew it would alienate a large segment of its customer base and lose sales on non-gun-related merchandise. The company’s stock dropped, and through it all, Ed Stack, the company’s CEO said two things. First, he knew there would be backlash. And second, he wouldn’t change a thing. This is just one example of a social issue creating a crisis for a company. In the case of Dick’s Sporting Goods, the crisis was of its own making because it made the decision to scale back its gun sales. It knew the risks and it moved forward with its own decision. Other times, companies and organizations find themselves in the middle of controversy over social issues even if they did nothing. For the past few years, the hamburger chain Wendy’s has been the target of protests for not succumbing to pressure on the issue of where it buys its tomatoes. Farmworker activists successfully pressured Walmart and McDonald’s to buy their tomatoes from suppliers that the activists favor. When Wendy’s did not follow suit, the company found itself the target of a series of national and very localized protests, and a boycott. Today, it’s not hard to find a company in the middle of a controversy, and quite often that controversy centers on a social issue like guns, labor, religion, freedom of speech, immigration, the environment. Dr. Tim Coombs is a well-respected educator and writer on crisis communications, and at the moment he’s doing research on all of the factors that define a social media crisis. In this episode, we talk about how activists sometimes target the leaders in their industries even if they aren’t involved in the crisis to start with. We talk about why social issue crises are on the rise, how those crises are covered by the media, how they play out in social media, and what companies and organizations can do once targeted. Statistics Compare Cards CompareCards.com (A site for Credit Cards) conducted a survey earlier this year and asked Americans their views on boycotts. 26% of Americans said they are currently boycotting a company or product that they had spent money on before. 32% said they had boycotted at some point in the past year. 53% (more than half) said they’d no longer shop at their favorite retailer if it publicly supported a person or cause they strongly disagreed with. Sword and Script Media In the Fall of 2018, a firm called Sword and Script media conducted ...

As part of the continuing ‘Entrepreneur In Focus’ series, Wendy Shand, founder and CEO of Tots To Travel joins Nick to talk about her journey in business, how she successfully identified her target market, and how she grew an idea into an eight-figure company that caters to families wishing to explore the world.  No two journeys in business are the same. Wendy’s began at a young age, when her parents would often travel without her due to insufficient amenities for children on international business trips. When Wendy’s family began to grow, she began to realise that a huge market was being ignored.  Through focus and resilience, Wendy founded a thriving business that she has personally scaled up into one of the most popular resort agents in the UK. KEY TAKEAWAYS Tots To Travel is a specialist holiday resort company for families with young children, which was born out of Wendy’s own experiences of how to holiday with her own young children. The entire experience of trying to vacation with infants can be extremely difficult and overwhelming. This is a market that was being ignored almost entirely when Wendy began thirteen years ago. It isn’t just comfort that’s an issue with young families. Safety also is a huge concern for parents and families. Mindset and focus at the beginning was extremely important. Wendy’s home life was transient due to her husband’s career. By understanding their different personality profiles, she was able to table the subject of their family’s future in a meaningful way. Wendy’s personality is that of a visionary, while her husband is an integrator. By teaming these attributes together, they were able to envision Wendy’s aims for Tots To Travel and turn it into a reality. When it comes to her workforce, Wendy believes passionately in placing the right people in the right roles. By identifying her staff’s personal gifts and strengths, she can assign them correctly to key positions, and in turn ensure that they come to work happy and leave each day feeling fulfilled.  One of the key moments in Wendy’s journey was when she and her husband decided to play a high-risk move and go all in on Tots To Travel. Wendy’s husband quit his important career and they focussed entirely on building and growing Tots To Travel. As Wendy puts it, you make your best decisions when you’re hungry and when the wolf is at the door. By going all in, they had no choice but to succeed. Tots To Travel saw a huge surge of growth when they refined their offerings to include resort villas providing a more thorough service, meaning that families could enjoy a more luxury holiday experience. This led to a large period of scaling up to meet the new demand. Tots To Travel is challenged by disintermediation, the process by where consumers may discover their product using Wendy’s company, but who will then go and shop for it elsewhere so as to save money. This can essentially mean that Tots To Travel acts as a shop window at times, and is one of the more complex problems faced by Wendy; how to attract a consumer, and ensure that they complete their experience with her. Wendy’s answer to this problem was to establish a product that could not be found anywhere else. Wendy approached investors and scaled Tots To Travel up even further. By purchasing a resort’s inventory for a set period of time, Wendy was not only able to offer a product that could not be found elsewhere, but she was also able to ingeniously tailor the holiday experience precisely to her market. Across the life of her business so far, the main challenge in scaling up was a lack of inventory when it came to destinations. By evolving the business from a simple directory of holiday lets for families, into an exclusive collection of destination resorts that cannot be found anywhere else, Tots To Travel has genuinely evolved and met the demands of its own growth. Building a successful business and scaling it effectively has been a lesson in experimentation, and developing a niche market that is exclusively yours.  During the beginning of the business, Wendy didn’t realise the importance of establishing the culture of the company she wished to create. Over the next years, they focussed on stripping out practices that weren’t aligned with the values she wished to establish, and began again.  Self-development is crucial in creating the right mindset. Wendy and her family focus on physical as well as mental stimulation and treat themselves as prime athletes. This is of paramount importance in Wendy’s mind. By telling herself that she is valuable, and reinforcing this with tangible benefits, this sense of importance and value is translated into her business life. BEST MOMENTS I don’t see boundaries between countries. I see opportunities” “People go to Cornwall for eight or nine years on the trot, because they’re scared of travelling further” “Creators work intuitively. I was feeling my way along the journey” “I fundamentally believe that if people spend more time in flow, that is where their brilliance is” “To take the island, you’ve got to burn the boat” “It’s been a big lesson in experimentation” “I profoundly believe that what we are doing at Tots is purposeful” “I am at my best when I am being creative” VALUABLE RESOURCES Scale Up Your Business Podcast Tots To Travel John Demartini ABOUT THE HOST My name is Nick Bradley. I’m an entrepreneur, author, speaker and investor. My background is in growing and scaling VC, and Private Equity backed businesses. Having successfully built, bought and sold a number of companies, and removed myself from day-to-day operations, my focus now is on helping entrepreneurs get to where they want to be, in business and in life. As well as investing in growth businesses and backing turnarounds - with the ultimate aim of creating value from significant capital events. I’m passionate about personal and professional development - showing up and being the best version of myself ... every day. My bigger vision is to help bring entrepreneurial skills, experience and mindset to people in developing nations - so they can follow their dreams, live life more on their terms - utilising entrepreneurship as a global force for good. CONTACT METHOD https://twitter.com/nickcbradley nick@fielding.global www.fielding.global

Hello again Strong Roots listeners!. In this final crossover episode with Amy, you wont hear a lot from her. Instead, Kerrie facilitates the show!! In this episode Kerrie sits down with Wendy Young. When Wendy isn’t training for 5ks and marathons or doing some personal training, she is a middle school teacher at Valliant Middle School in Valliant Oklahoma. Kerrie and and Wendy talk a lot about changing habits to reach the goals that you set for yourself. Its a great interview that I’m sure everyone will enjoy!

Hello again Wine and Dime listeners!. In this episode, you wont hear a lot from me. Instead, I turn the show over to my colleague and Strong Roots Podcast host, Kerrie Beene. In this episode Kerrie sits down with Wendy Young. When Wendy isn’t training for 5ks and marathons, she is a middle school teacher at Valliant Middle School in Valliant Oklahoma. Kerrie and and Wendy talk a lot about changing habits to reach the goals that you set for yourself. Its a great interview that I’m sure everyone will enjoy!

Is secondary infertility affecting you? Over 3 million couples in the U.S. alone are faced with the devastating diagnosis of secondary infertility.  Wendy Cooper shares how she triumphed over secondary infertility and how you can too!  When Wendy and her husband made the decision to have a second child they found  it wasn't happening as ...

[Interview] What's Up, Creative Hustlers! Steven & Melissa here. Today, from Brooklyn New York, we're talking with Wendy Kim, an entrepreneur, blogger, public speaker and business coach. [00:00] The Creative Hustler is brought to you by your interim CMOs, Latin & Code! [00:43] Today's episode is sponsored by SEMRush! Check out and get a free trial at TheCreativeHustler.com/SEMRush [01:07] What's up Creative Hustlers, today we're talking to Wendy Kim! [01:12] What's up Wendy! Tell us about yourself, and what makes YOU a Creative Hustler! [01:25] When Wendy thinks of a hustler, she thinks of a mom! [02:30] Wendy was in the corporate world for 15 years, but she couldn't do it all. Taking care of family, yourself and a demanding job… so she had to get Creative! [03:50] Being a creative hustler isn't working yourself to the bone, but how can you be more and do less? [04:48] People don't always realize what Creative Hustler actually means! [05:29] How Wendy went from corporate life to helping mother's realize their dreams. [06:25] Wendy couldn't live like that anymore, so she tried to figure out what skill she had that could help people! [07:13] Wendy's background was program management for Playstation, and she moved into an entrepreneur focused on finances first. [07:52] You need to be clear on what your WHY is. [08:21] Just because you're a mom, doesn't mean you can't be a successful entrepreneur. [09:10] Wendy kept getting moms asking her how she built her business, and she stepping into coaching them, and that's her now focus! [09:39] What Wendy does for Moms! [10:30] Wendy helps moms with a timeline, a plan, and accountability to succeed. [11:24] Having accountability as a Creative Hustler is so important. [11:40] When you start a new traditional job, you usually get a buddy or a mentor. Whereas, when you start your business, you have a desk and YouTube. [13:28] It takes a community to be an entrepreneur. [14:00] You need an ECOsystem, not an EGOsystem as an entrepreneur. [15:00] How to lose your ego when you're an entrepreneur. [15:50] Wendy followed the formula, checked all the boxes to get success, so she thought it would be easy to transition into entrepreneur life, but she was wrong! [17:20] Entrepreneurs need a team they can outsource to! [18:40] You don't need to hide behind technology! You can tell people you have a business right away! [19:27] With her Facebook group, Wendy wants to empower moms both in their business and in their life! [22:29] Building a community in your Facebook groups, and run it like a Mastermind. [23:33] Mindset is Wendy's biggest challenge for entrepreneur life. [25:10] If you do the right things for yourself and other people, you will feel better and be the type of person people want to be around. [26:40] People wear their work hours as a badge of honor in society today, and it's wrong. [27:23] Wendy is all about being PRESENT for your clients. [28:28] Having headspace allows you to come back with a refreshed mind. [29:00] Wendy takes more vacations & more time with her family now. [29:30] It comes down to ego and self-worth. People need validation by being busy. [30:00] You're never going to get enough external validation, you need internal! [31:45] When you leave America, you realize there's another way to live! [33:20] This year, Wendy is not eating lunch while working. [33:55] ImpactHub Siracusa made lunch for everyone to have a break. [35:00] Traveling gives you empathy, and you need empathy to be an entrepreneur. [36:50] Doing what you're passionate about philanthropically is amazing. [37:15] There's more to life than just working! [38:00] Wendy would have a kombucha with Oprah in the Promised Land, because she inspires her. [40:34] Where Wendy lives on the internet! [40:50] Wendy has a free worksheet to find your passion! [41:28] Don't forget to check out The Creative Hustler on Facebook, Twitter, and please leave a review on iTunes and Stitcher! [41:56] Melissa's Moment of Hustle   Contact Wendy Kim: Email: wendy@yourdreamrealized.com Blog/Website: http://www.yourdreamrealized.com Facebook Group- Empower Moms: https://www.facebook.com/groups/304286626640528/?ref=br_rs

Transgender porn sensation, Wendy Williams, opens up about past & present depression, challenges of aging in the porn industry, how her transition came as a surprise, breaking the mold at every step of her career, and cyberbullying in porn. She also discusses the pros & cons of transitioning at a young age and expresses strong opinions about infighting in the trans performer community. Sunny & Ken also discover the podcast call in number spells something ahhh-mazing! More: americansexpodcast.com & sunnymegatron.com Guest Bio It is universally accepted that Wendy Williams is one of the most influential transsexual performers within the adult entertainment industry. A talented performer, skilled producer and prominent publicist, Wendy has won a multitude of adult film awards and kick-started the careers of countless aspiring transsexual porn stars! Born and raised in Pikeville, Kentucky, Wendy has described how her family “grew up on food stamps and charity” to make ends meet. When Wendy was in the sixth grade she moved in with her great-grandmother due to the state of her father’s alcoholism. Despite these hardships, Wendy applied herself to her studies and graduated from Eastern Kentucky University in 1997 having achieved her Bachelor of Arts degree in Communications. Full Bio:  https://xxxbios.com/shemale-pornstar/wendy-williams-biography/ Episode 20 Topics Growing up trans in the south,  depression & suicide in the transgender community, sexual liberation, the pros and cons of medical transition as a teen, cyberbullying, the unanticipated challenges of being a porn performer, gay bars in Tennessee. Buck Angel, GILF porn, hyper-femininity, trans slurs and self-identity, opportunities for transgender talent, things porn fans don’t understand, suicide in porn, aging and depression, midlife career changes, AVN Awards, Hot Wendy PR, Grooby Girls, trans women of color, generational views on transgender issues Episode 20 Links Wendy Williams Website http://www.wendywilliamsxxx.com Wendy Williams Twitter https://twitter.com/TsWendyWilliams Episode 20 Sponsor, Affiliate & Giveaway Info Shop with Amazon & benefit American Sex: http://bit.ly/sunnyamazon (affiliate link) Lelo SONA Sex Toy Giveaway at sunnymegatron.com: Provided by Castle Megastore. Entrants must be over 18, US resident, no purchase necessary. Visit the giveaway page for details and to enter: http://sunnymegatron.com/sona/  Giveaway entry ends 1/02/2017 20% off your order at http://castlemegastore.com when you use code SUNNY at checkout (limited restrictions apply) Shout out to our brand new sponsor, KinkBNB. We love this company and many of our friends use it to find kinky play spaces and travel destinations. We also have a bunch of friends that list their dungeons and play spaces on KinkBNB.  American Sex podcast listeners get 50% off the first six months of a KinkBNB subscription with code SUNNY https://www.kinkbnb.com/wallet/subscribe/ Right now KinkBNB is expanding their directory into services available from service providers to compliment your travel experience.   Post a service listing ad for free at http://www.kinkbnb.com/services/ads/ (beta URL) Bear with us until our full launch on January 1st! Feedback is definitely welcomed at support@kinkbnb.com

If you love design and user experience, this is a podcast for you. Today we speak with Wendy McKennon, head of user experience at Color Genomics -- a digital health startup with a mission to help people make the most of their health information.   Color Genomics is most known for its lower-cost $250 physician-ordered genetic test that is available to determine an individual's breast and ovarian cancer risk. The lower cost of this test is transformative in the way it changes how people can afford and access this information for their personal health. In addition, the company also has expanded to offer testing for the eight most-common hereditary cancers, as well as a test for high cholesterol risk.    When Wendy joined the Color Genomics team as its first designer, she worked with only five others. Today, she leads product and design for a team double that size. In episode 54 of I Want Her Job: The Podcast, we speak with Wendy about what it's like to work in user experience, the qualities Wendy looks for when hiring for her team, her biggest source of inspiration and learn about the incredible inspirations in her life that have shaped her interests.

What we cover: "What the world needs now is love, sweet love." -- Burt Bacharach   About three weeks ago, my four-year-old, JouJou had her first ballet recital with North Vancouver’s stellar organization Pink Petal Ballet, designed less to teach young girls the perfect arabesque, and more to teach young girls concepts like self-love and kindness. The recital concluded with 300 young girls on stage singing in questionable harmony the classic lyrical genius of Burt Bacharach: “What the world needs now, is love sweet love,… it’s the only thing that there’s just too little love.” However, thanks to artistic visionaries and thought leaders like Wendy Williams-Watt who sees opportunity for beauty and self-expression all around her, the quantity of love shown and received and felt is growing exponentially around the world. Love for oneself, love for community, love for country, love for the planet. In fact, her most talked about project to date Big Love Ball now has a home on every continent globally. If you’re not familiar with Big Love Ball, it is the incarnation of the glue that holds societies, countries, and families together – the most powerful single-word in any language, love – written in simple type across the width of a ginormous 5-foot in diameter to be exact, inflatable ball. It’s been called inflatable sculpture; an enormous beach ball that says the one thing we most want to say and hear and feel. Love. Wendy Williams-Watt is a neat person, and the reason this conversation is so important is two-fold. One, we talk about love. Why we’re so afraid to show it. What it feels like when we’re missing it. What it feels like when we’re in it. But, we also talk about what it means to not just have ideas – which, when you’re as creative a person as Wendy is, is kind of like breathing – but actually doing something about them. I say it all the time: “The world needs dreamers and the world needs doers, but most of all, the world needs dreamers who do.” Wendy is a dreamer who does, and this episode is an invitation to you too, to be a dreamer who does. Small admin note: I typically credit that quote as having come from Eleanor Roosevelt, but alas, I went to verify it the other day and I learned it was Sarah Ban Breathnach, writer of Simple Abundance. For years, Wendy was respected in the city of Vancouver for her role concepting and operating the go-to lifestyle destination shop called Liberty – it was a place to go and just lose yourself in the awe of the finely curated pieces. The energy in that space for me, nearly 20 years ago, as a junior copywriter just starting out and living across the street from it, was the feeling of “one day…” It was like walking into a dream. When Wendy transitioned from being the décor expert, the entrepreneur with the thriving enterprise, she experienced an epiphany one day when the battery of her mouse died and she saw the words: “connection lost” across her screen. Her daughter had just moved out, a relationship had come to an end, and Wendy realized she had too much stuff and not enough love and people. She let herself walk through the pain and the loneliness and when she came out on the other side, a whole new articulation of love waited for her on the other side. If you have not seen Big Love Ball, and Wendy’s other love-enhancing, love-expressing projects like Pink Ring and Writing on Ribs, please – no, really, please – check out MJDionne.com and check out the podcaster tab. You need to see this work. I hate to say it, but I’m going to anyway. There is perhaps an underlying feeling that to talk about love is a "female" thing to do. That it’s somehow not cool for guys to engage in dialogue this potentially vulnerable in nature. Which is why, I invite you all to tune in – love is as universal as it gets. And this is a talk for us all. In this time of a particular president talking about walls, and travel bans, and pulling out of the Paris Climate Change Agreement, and we have fear in London in light of last week’s London Bridge attack, and in Manchester after the Ariana Grande concert terror attack, what the world needs now, is love sweet love. Wendy talks about what it was like touring the Fire Halls around ground zero on the anniversary of 9/11 last year, and the reaction of these big, burly men – as soon as they saw Big Love Ball, it became an invitation to talk and connect and share. When they brought Big Love Ball to ground zero and invited people to pen a loving note on the ball itself, Wendy describes this feeling of eutopia – love doesn’t see religion, gender, nationality.  She was back in New York this week, with her latest project, Big Love Button as seen on Good Morning America – congrats to you on that, sister. MJDionne.com

Welcome to the Autism Advantage podcast! I’m your host, Tom D’Eri, the COO and co-founder of Rising Tide Car Wash. In case you’re not familiar with what we do, we employ a fantastic team of individuals with autism, allowing us to empower our staff while offering a fantastic experience to customers. We believe that individuals with autism are an incredible untapped resource for many business, and this show is dedicated to proving that employing these people can create real competitive advantages. Wendy Kohman is one of our favorite Awakening the Autism Entrepreneur workshop participants! We did a series of ten workshops across the country in partnership with the University of Miami to inspire people to start businesses supporting people with autism. Wendy had already founded the incredible Katie’s Snack Cart, but participated in the workshops anyway, and we were delighted to have her there! When Wendy’s daughter, Katie, was in middle school, they began the transition process with Katie’s school. They evaluated what Katie liked and was good at, and what she could offer in the working world. Using her strengths and interests, they figured out that giving her a good and meaningful life after high school would likely involve food, being on the move, and interacting with people. After a lot of thought, strategizing, and creativity, they came up with the idea of a food cart selling great alternatives to vending machine junk.  They started things off by borrowing a cart from Katie’s school, buying some healthy snacks, making banana bread, and going to the two places that they knew would be safe to try out the concept: their church office, and Wendy’s husband’s office. They found that people enjoyed the idea (and their food!). From there, they’ve had the luxury of being able to expand at their own pace while learning what works and what doesn’t.  In addition to going into more depth about all this, Wendy talks about some of the things they’ve learned throughout the process so far, what their goals are for Katie’s Snack Cart, how Katie has done with the process and business, how customers have responded to the venture, and much more!   In This Episode: [01:25] - Wendy starts things off by telling the story behind Katie’s Snack Cart, and explaining how they settled on the idea of starting a food cart. [03:35] - Tom draws out some of the interesting things that Wendy explained during her story about starting the food cart. [04:01] - How has the experience been so far? In her answer, Wendy explores how they started testing the idea in a limited environment to assess whether it might work. [05:49] - Wendy talks about some of the most important things they’ve learned so far in the process of running Katie’s Snack Cart. She points out that because this is not their main livelihood, they have the luxury of being able to go slowly. [07:56] - Tom points out how well Wendy has done the prototyping process, and why it was so important. He points out that the path leads from unconscious incompetence, to conscious incompetence, to conscous competence, to unconscious competence. [09:22] - How has the business gone so far? In her answer, Wendy talks about their growth so far and their anticipated growth in the future. [10:59] - The immediate goal for Katie’s Snack Cart has always been to give Katie a meaningful life. Wendy expands on this, and their secondary goals. Tom then points out that this is a legitimate business filling a real market need that they’re weaving Katie’s strengths into. [13:16] - We hear what Wendy has learned about what people want and need from this business. [15:16] - Before starting the business, Wendy went on an assumption that people wanted things other than typical vending machine fare. Beyond that, she has learned everything since doing it, and points out that you can’t just go on assumptions. [16:01] - Wendy talks about how Katie has done with this whole process, and how her cart helps her handle new environments. [18:09] - Tom points out that they were nervous about how employees would respond to the chaos of a car wash, but they too found that the employees were successful once they had familiarity with the process of what they’re supposed to do. [18:58] - Wendy has hired two other young adults (one with autism, and one without) as bakers. [20:31] - Every single comment that Wendy has received from customers who already know them has been very, very positive. People at locations where people didn’t already know them were a bit standoffish at the beginning, but have now warmed up and enjoy Katie’s presence and business. [22:31] - How can listeners get involved with Katie’s Snack Cart?   Links and Resources: Katie’s Snack Cart Katie’s Snack Cart on Facebook @KatiesSnackCart on Twitter katiessnackcart@gmail.com Wendy Kohman on LinkedIn Wendy Kohman on Instagram Awakening the Autism Entrepreneur Tom D’Eri Rising Tide Car Wash Rising Tide U Autism Advantage University of Miami-Nova Southeastern University Center for Autism & Related Disabilities

To learn more about Butterflies of Wisdom visit http://butterfliesofwisdom.weebly.com/. Be sure to FOLLOW this program https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/wins-women-of-wisdom/id1060801905. To find out how Win walk and about Ekso go to http://www.bridgingbionics.org/, or email Amanda Boxtel at amanda@bridgingbionics.org.   On Butterflies of Wisdom today, Best-Selling Author, Win Kelly Charles and Juan Carlos Gill welcomes Wendy Anderson. Marketing and sales come second nature to Wendy because she understands people. Wendy has a knack for reading between the lines and tap into people’s potential and make it tangible. Wendy is a 30 something mompreneur who broke free from Corporate America March 2015. Wendy’s background is corporate sales. Wendy now works from home teaching service based entrepreneurs how to monetize their ideas + expertise and streamline their business to systematically attract, convert, and retain paying clients with ease. Wendy helps them get clear and concise on who they are, what they do, and who they serve. Systems, processes, clarity, and execution are her thing. When Wendy is not changing her son’s diapers, she enjoys white water rafting, zip lining, rappelling, and international travel. So far, Costa Rica is Wendy’s favorite getaway. To learn more about Wendy visit http://www.wendynicoleanderson.com/. To find out more about Win Kelly Charles visithttps://wincharles.wix.com/win-charles. Please send feedback to Win by email her atwinwwow@gmail.com, or go to http://survey.libsyn.com/winwisdom and http://survey.libsyn.com/thebutterfly. To be on the show, please fill out the intake at http://bit.ly/1MLJSLG. To look at our sponsorships go to http://www.educents.com/daily-deals#wwow. To learn about the magic of Siri go to https://www.udemy.com/writing-a-book-using-siri/?utm_campaign=email&utm_source=sendgrid.com&utm_medium=email. If you want to donate Butterflies of Wisdom, please send a PayPal donation to aspenrosearts@gmail.com. Please send a check in the mail, so 100% goes to Bridging Bionics Foundation.    In the Memo section have people write: In honor of Win Charles.    Send to:  Bridging Bionics Foundation  PO Box 3767 Basalt, CO 81621   Thank you, Win

How do you heal from addiction and alcoholism that you created? You may impact others through your addiction but you can also impact them through your recovery and healing. On today's episode, Duane talks with Wendy Adamson, author of Mother Load and Incorrigible, about intergenerational trauma and how that impacts addiction recovery, getting better, mental health, relationships, and more.  During COVID, Wendy witnessed the struggles of teens and adolescents who were having suicidal ideation, self-harm, and gender questioning. On top of that, a lot is going on with social media and bullying.  As a teen, Wendy was labeled as incorrigible which is defined as, "not able to be corrected, improved, or reformed.” That's what the justice system called her. They pretty much gave up on her and put her into the system. Wendy was taken away from her father, plucked from her life, and put in a juvenile hall. From there, she went to foster homes with different environments that nobody ever questioned. Nobody was asking about her or what she had been through. She was locked up not just physically but also mentally.Unfortunately, there is still a lack of trauma-informed language for kids going into the system. Saying to a parent that their kid is incorrigible just sounds hopeless. Part of Wendy's desire to write a book is to give other people hope that they are not incorrigible and that they can come out on the other side. Taking her experience and using it as a tool to help others became a transformative experience for her.  Wendy explains that there's intergenerational trauma being passed on unconsciously through children until somebody wakes up in the family. Wendy's mother was 38 when she had a psychotic break and killed herself. She lost her mind and never got an opportunity to get it back. Wendy, too, had a drug-induced psychotic break at 38 and ended up shooting her husband's girlfriend in the arm. She didn't own any responsibility for it. She was blaming others and deflecting as addicts do. When Wendy finally reached a moment of clarity, she realized she was not only breaking her own heart but her children's as well because the trauma was being transmitted to them. It was the same trauma that she had not resolved. As a result, her older son went into the juvenile court system just like she did.In this episode, you will hear:The lack of trauma-informed language in our society evidenced by our justice system labeling teens as incorrigibleThe shame around mental illnessGoing from a moment of victimization to a moment of clarityTaking one step in the right directionThere's no defense against kindnessHow to create a positive feedback loopUnderstanding the impact of ​​intergenerational traumaLetting go of the outcomeWe're always getting opportunities to redeem ourselves.Key Quotes:[03:14] - “You may impact others through your addiction, but you can impact them through your recovery and through your healing.”[12:27] - "When you're level to the point where you're out of ideas, and you surrender, and people are kind to you, you have no defense against kindness."[15:41] - “What we put out there, we get back, the universe responds by corresponding to my nature.”[22:05] - “We have the power to transmute the trauma when one person decides to change, there is a ripple effect within the family system.”[25:28] - "As a parent, you're just throwing information over the wall and you don't know if it's landing and if they're catching it."[31:08] - “There's something that happens and the things are revealed to you that you didn't know through your writing.”[33:42] - "Life is not a snapshot. You know, it's not just one image frozen in time. We get opportunities and we're always getting opportunities to redeem ourselves."Subscribe and ReviewHave you subscribed to our podcast? We'd love for you to subscribe if you haven't yet. We'd love it even more if you could drop a review or 5-star rating over on Apple Podcasts. Simply select “Ratings and Reviews” and “Write a Review” then a quick line with your favorite part of the episode. It only takes a second and it helps spread the word about the podcast.If you really enjoyed this episode, we've created a PDF that has all of the key information for you from the episode. Just go to the episode page at www.theaddictedmind.com  to download it.Supporting Resources:www.wendyadamson.com Mother Load: A Memoir of Addiction, Gun Violence & Finding a Life of PurposeIncorrigible: A Coming-of-Age Memoir of Loss, Addiction & IncarcerationHav A SoleEpisode CreditsIf you like this podcast and are thinking of creating your own, consider talking to my producer, Danny Ozment.He helps thought leaders, influencers, executives, HR professionals, recruiters, lawyers, realtors, bloggers, coaches, and authors create, launch, and produce podcasts that grow their business and impact the world.Find out more at https://emeraldcitypro.comSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/the-addicted-mind-podcast/donations