Persuading Megan Again

Jonathan Kolb knew he was a lucky guy. He had a great job and a beautiful, talented wife. As a senior art director at an advertising agency, he had found a way to successfully combine creativity with his drive to excel at business. And in his wife Megan, an accomplished professional fundraiser for a major nonprofit organization, he had found a life partner who was highly regarded in her field and supportive of Jon at home.

Although they first met seven years earlier in college, it was only recently that Jon had begun to indulge his fantasies of seeing the attractive 5' 6" blonde-haired wife exposed to other people. He had always been enormously proud of her and counted himself incredibly lucky to be seen with her on any occasion. But in the last couple of years, he had started urging Megan, who was by nature somewhat reserved, to wear more flattering and revealing outfits when they went out for dinner or attended events.

Then, several months ago, when the nonprofit organization where Megan worked decided to host a costume party as a fundraising event, Jon saw a chance to take his fantasy a step further. With the help of Megan's work colleague Kayla, he succeeded in convincing his wife to dress as Cammy Street Fighter, a video character whose outfit consisted of a green bodysuit cut so high over the hips that the person wearing it was basically revealing their entire ass.

Megan, after considerable persuasion by Jon, acknowledged that displaying her 36-25-34 body in that way would certainly attract attention and help raise money. So, with Kayla's help and support, she went along with the plan, something that proved exciting for both her and Jon. Her husband's enjoyment was certainly heightened by an unexpected turn of events when a wardrobe malfunction caused the snaps of the bodysuit to give way during her presentation in front of the entire audience, threatening to expose her most intimate areas to the crowd. But with some careful maneuvering, Megan survived the evening with only a fleeting sense of embarrassment but a longer lasting thrill of knowing her husband had seen her at risk of being exposed to so many strangers.

Although neither Jon nor Megan forgot about the "Cammy adventure," things seemed to settle back into more of a routine, particularly because their jobs were so demanding, requiring extra hours in the office and less time together at home. Over the next few months, there seemed to be no opportunities for further escapades.

That didn't stop Jon from daydreaming about the ways a husband could expose his wife to others. One of his favorite ideas was to imagine photographing a completely nude Megan but in a way that her face was never seen and anonymously displaying the images. Then, in one of those moments of creative inspiration, this fantasy suddenly meshed with an assignment he and several of the other art directors had been given at work.

Each of the creative teams had been asked to come up with ideas for an advertising campaign to encourage people to visit Germany. That country's tourism board had approached multiple advertising agencies in Europe and the United States with a request for proposals and Jon's company was eager to get the business. Not only would it mean a big fee, but it would mean great exposure for them and signal that they were ready to compete against the big firms both in New York and abroad.

One night while Jon was indulging in his fantasy of how to display his wife, he suddenly realized that a professional model could be photographed in ways that displayed parts of her naked body to suggest some of the natural attractions of Germany. It wouldn't take much imagination for a viewer to think of a model's breasts as mountains or the dark shadows between her thighs as remote valleys. So, the next day he immediately put his team to work at fleshing out his initial ideas and submitting them to the agency's head for consideration.

That concept was somewhat daring by US standards but relatively commonplace in Europe. He'd already sketched out several possibilities -- a semi nude model would be shown with captioning that invited the reader to "Ski our slopes," "Explore our valleys," and "Discover our forests." Parts of the model's body would be presented as abstract shapes in black and white, ideally in a way that would initially suggest a landscape before the viewer realized what they were actually seeing.

Although impressed by the boldness of the idea, management ultimately decided they wanted to go with a less risky, more "family-friendly" proposal, and the sketches from another team were submitted. Jon accepted the rejection gracefully; after all, the other group's ideas were excellent and he understood the desire to be cautious with such a large account at stake. That evening at home, he and Megan discussed their work day and Jon shared his disappointment at not having his idea selected.

"You know," he explained, eager to see what Megan's reaction might have been, "you were the inspiration for this whole idea. When I first thought of it, I imagined using you as the model."

"What?" Megan replied, in a tone that was more perplexed than offended. "But you have to use professional models for all of your work, don't you?

It did not escape Jon's notice that Megan said nothing that dismissed the whole thing out of hand, but instead she was focusing on the practical details of the business, something that was very typical of his wife. "Oh, absolutely," Jon replied in an offhand tone, trying to hide the fact that he might ever have seriously considered using his own wife as the nude model. "As I said, it was just a bit of a fantasy."

"Well, dream on, Jonny boy," she said with a smile. Although he didn't give voice to it, he definitely thought to himself, "don't worry, I will."

*****

But then, several weeks later, everything changed. It all began on a Friday night when Jon arrived home after seven and full of apologies. Earlier in the day, the partners had been told by the German National Tourist Board that the agency's proposal had been rejected. They explained that while there had been considerable support for their ideas, ultimately they had decided that for this campaign they wanted something more sophisticated and cutting edge. The agency's director in the phone call from Germany had done what any good business person does -- asked for the weekend to submit a revised proposal. And surprisingly, the prospective client had agreed.

Jon had been immediately summoned into the director's office after the call ended. He was given a budget and told to begin preparing initial mockups of the ideas he had submitted several weeks earlier. The next step was to pull his team together and set to work hiring a photographer and model for a photo shoot the next day. Those freelancers, along with Jon and two of the team members, would be there first thing tomorrow morning and work as long as it took to get the job done.

By the time he left for home, a lot had been accomplished. Jon's favorite photographer was available and had signed on for the job. One of the assistants completed the official request form, specifying "Female model; nudity required; any hair color and height acceptable; face not shown," and then posted it, along with his preliminary sketches, to the agency's shared drive. Next, Jon texted Maggie, the HR person who routinely contracted with outside modeling agencies, to say that he would need a nude female model and that the details were in the document. Just before he left the office, he received a confirming email stating that a woman had been hired and would be there by 9:30 the next morning.

Although he was late arriving for dinner that evening, Jon tried to make amends by picking up takeout from one of their favorite restaurants. Finishing up the meal with a special bottle of wine, Jon explained some of the details of the work he envisioned, thanking her for being so understanding about the disruption in their weekend.

"With luck, we'll get almost everything done tomorrow and I'll only have to spend a few hours at home on Sunday finalizing the mock-ups."

Megan responded that she was excited that he was getting this chance to showcase his ideas, and it wasn't the first time that one or both of them had to spend a considerable portion of their Saturday or Sunday on work.

"Come to think of it," Jon said as he raised a glass of wine in a toast to his wife, "you have only yourself to blame. After all, you were the inspiration for this all."

"I was?" she answered coyly, remembering full well Jon's fantasy of having her pose for pictures.

"In fact," he continued, "I'm tracking all activities and expenses for this project under the label Project M." He smiled and then added, "I thought that was more discreet than calling simply calling it Megan."

"I guess I'm flattered," the blonde answered with a bit of a blush. "Too bad you have to use professional models," she said teasingly as she stood up to collect the plates. Heading into the kitchen to clean up, she called back to him. "So tell me more about the types of ads you're developing?"

"The Tourism Board wants images for use in digital and print, including billboards, as well as social media. It's really a huge opportunity. But hey," he said, getting up and joining her in the kitchen, "you're not usually so interested in the details."

"Oh, just wondering," she responded, "what a model thinks about when she's posing for something like that. I mean, knowing you'll be seen that way by thousands of people."

"Thousands," Jon said with a look of horror. "We're counting on hundreds of thousands, if not millions including the views on social media. We're swinging for the fences with this one."

The couple engaged in light-hearted kidding as they rinsed the dishes and loaded the dishwasher, imagining the riches and rewards that might lie in store for him and the agency. Then, filling their glasses with the reminder of the wine, they moved into the living room and settled into the sofa where Megan picked up her questioning.

"But really, I know these women do this for a living but they usually keep their clothes on, right?"

"Well," Jon chuckled, "I don't know what other jobs they take, but yes, for us, even if they have to strip to get a certain shot, we crop things out so the final image doesn't show anything." He paused, trying to figure out what just what was going on in Megan's mind. "At least if that's what you mean."

"But how do you feel about it, Jon?" she asked.

He grinned broadly and shook his head. "If you're thinking I see this as anything other than work, you don't have to worry in the least." He could see the genuine curiosity in Megan's face, and so he continued. "I mean most of these models are definitely attractive and we've worked with a few who are really stunning. But when we're working with the budget and time constraints we have, it's all absolutely professional. You're focused on getting what we need as quickly as we can and then moving on to the next shot. Besides," he added, reaching over to hold her hand, "there's no reason to be concerned. You know you can hold your own with any one of them."

Megan started to feel a certain tingling warmth deep inside her. "You really think I could do that sort of thing?" she asked in a serious tone.

Suddenly Jon's throat felt extremely dry. "What, you mean, like appear naked in front of strangers?" he probed. "I thought you'd already done that," he said, his face breaking into a huge grin.

"That wasn't the same at all," she protested, perhaps just a little too meekly. "I did have a costume on so I wasn't naked, and well, the other thing, that was an accident."

"I know," Jon added, "but I certainly enjoyed it, and I think you did too."

By this point in the conversation, Megan could no longer look him directly in the eyes. Instead, she stared off into the distance, saying in a manner halfway between a question and a statement, "I don't think I could ever pose fully nude in front of strangers."

Unable to stop himself, Jon simply responded, "Well, personally I think that would be amazing."

Megan realized that for some reason, that was precisely what she was waiting to hear. She knew the shots tomorrow would be conducted using a professional model, but there was no denying that she had felt a surge of energy when her husband so emphatically endorsed the possibility that she could do it. But that wasn't going to happen this weekend, so for now she let the subject drop.

Picking up the remote control from the shelf next to the TV, she started to channel surf. "Well, for me at least, it's the start of the weekend," she said in a subdued tone, "So let's watch something. "She flipped on the remote and suggested one of their favorite programs.

He went along with her choice but Jon was definitely not focused on the screen. Instead he kept going over the things they'd just said, trying to figure if Megan might actually be signaling that she could be persuaded to pose in the nude. "I'll have to find a way to give her more of a nudge in that direction," he thought to himself as his wife snuggled next to him, engrossed in the program. "I'll just have to wait for the right time." And that opportunity was to come much sooner than either of them expected.

*****

The next morning, after a restless sleep, Jon was up and on his way to work before 7, giving Megan a quick peck on the cheek as he left her sound asleep. He got to the office before the rest of the team, all of whom drifted in a little after 8. They reviewed the sketches, established a shooting order for the day, and helped Joanna, the photographer's aide working with them that day, get things set up for the model's arrival at 9:30.

Up to that point, everything had gone exactly according to plan. But when Sophie arrived from the modeling agency, Jonathan immediately realized that Maggie hadn't reviewed his initial sketches that accompanied his request form. The lanky 5 foot 11 raven-haired woman was stunning and perfect for runway work. But her A cup breasts, while ideal for fashion designers, would hardly suggest ski slopes. In fact, as he could tell as soon as she disrobed, not only were the hills and valleys largely missing from her "landscape," but, he thought to himself with a bit of a chuckle, her bald pussy offered no real forests to explore.

It was not too long after this discovery that Megan was sitting by herself at the kitchen table, sipping her third cup of coffee of the morning and reflecting on the conversation they had had the night before. She'd already worked out, showered, and slipped into her weekend casuals, blue jeans and a somewhat tight tee shirt. She figured that by now the shoot was underway, and she wondered how it was going.

Suddenly, a trumpeting ringtone on her phone indicated that Jon was calling. Knowing that he'd be in the middle of a very busy day, she was definitely surprised. But she answered immediately, her voice instinctively expressing a tone of alarm.

"Is everything okay, Jon?" she asked immediately.

"Well not really," he replied, but then realized she might think something had happened to him. "No, I mean everything's fine. It's just that we've run into a problem here and I think you might be able to help us."

While he tried to sound casual and spontaneous in the way he formulated this sentence, Jon had in fact spent the last thirty minutes preparing to call his wife. He had had to explain to the model why, through absolutely no fault of hers, she would not be right for this shoot. He acknowledged that the mistake was entirely theirs, and that she would be paid the full fee for today's session. Instead of modeling, Jon explained, he'd like her to stay with them to help advise on an alternate approach.

Specifically he wanted her opinion on whether someone with absolutely no modeling experience could, with her coaching, pose for the shots they needed. When Sophie confirmed it all seemed very straightforward, and as long as the substitute could handle the nudity, she was confident she could guide her through it.

"I'm sure you'll be able to work well with the person I have in mind," he told her, "and I'm about to find about the nudity part." He turned to his two assistants and explained, "I'm going to ask my wife to do it."

Dan and Andrew, both of whom had met Megan at several office functions, were completely taken aback as they watched Jon retreat to his office and close the door. They glanced at each other, as one of them started to say something about it being against company policies.

Marshall, standing close by, immediately intervened. As a veteran photographer who had worked with the agency for decades, he addressed the issue head on. "Jon's no fool. He can't hire her without Maggie's approval, but as long as she signs a release and doesn't expect to be paid, it's no different than photographing a stranger on the street."

"Yeah, exclaimed Andrew, "except she'll be naked."

"And do either of you have a problem with that?" Marshall asked in a matter-of-fact tone, clearly signaling that the case was closed.

The two young men looked at each other, grins slowly spreading across their faces. "No, I guess not," they concluded.

Meanwhile at his desk, Jon was scribbling down different versions of the question he was going to ask to his wife. He finally decided that he would begin with the direct request for help. It was second nature to Megan to pitch in when asked to, and he thought he should start with that and then help overcome any objections. After all, they had already begun that conversation the night before.

He had thought it likely she would be away from her phone, so he had carefully rehearsed a message that he could leave. But when Megan answered before the second ring, he was somewhat taken off guard and stumbled through his opening line. But he did manage to frame things as a request for help, and as expected, she immediately said "yes."

"But what can I do, hun?" she asked. "Is there something you need that I can bring over?"

"Well, in a way, yes," he continued. "Can you come over to the office? We could really use you here."

"Sure, I can head out right now if you want. Did one of the assistants fail to show up?"

"No, the whole team is here. It's just that the model isn't right for the job and there's no way I can find a replacement for her today. And after our discussion last night, I realized that you'd be perfect for our shoot."

There was dead silence on the other end of the line. Had he been in the kitchen with Megan, he would have seen her face go completely pale, then start to regain its color as the blood rushed to her face as she realized that her husband was asking her to pose in the nude for his ad campaign.

"Jon, I couldn't possibly..." she started to stammer out her response. "I wouldn't know how, and I have no experience. And it's just so weird..."

Encouraged by the fact that she hadn't flat out rejected the idea of nudity, he proceeded to make the case as he had rehearsed it. The professional model, he explained, was staying on as an advisor and she had absolutely guaranteed that it would be an easy shoot. She'd be there to guide Megan through the process and to make sure she felt safe and comfortable at all times. Jon pointed out that it was a very small group involved and that because it was a weekend, no one else was in the building or would ever know she was involved. None of the shots would show her face, so she'd be completely anonymous. Other than the five people there with him now, only Maggie would ever know, since she'd handle the release forms. And everyone would be sworn to secrecy.

Then, he decided to take a big risk and explained the specific reason the model had to replaced. "And you will be just perfect for this. Anyone looking at these ads are going to have no problem making sense of the captions."

While she had been slowly digesting the points Jon was making and rationally accepting the logic behind them, this final one struck her in a completely different manner. It practically took her breath away, and she felt a warm feeling spreading throughout her body that had nothing to do with reason or logic. It was almost as if she instinctively knew she to do this, and the thought that Jon wanted to show the public the curve of her breasts and the shape of her ass made it irresistible.

There was a long pause as she fully processed these thoughts and emotions, and Jon wisely said nothing. "I'm not sure, Jon, but if you think I should..."

He jumped right in. "Megan, it's almost like I feel you must. This is perfect for you."

He couldn't see it, but a big smile spread across her face. "How about this, then. I'm not saying yes, but I'll drive over now. That will give me some time to think, and by the time I get there, I'm sure I'll have some more questions. So maybe I can talk with just you and your model. What's her name?"

"It's Sophie," Jon reminded her. "But she's not our model anymore. I'm pretty sure you are."

"Oh my god," she thought to herself as she ended the call and started to throw a few things into her beg. "Did I really just let my husband persuade to pose in the nude?"

It took all of Megan's powers of concentration to pay attention to the road as she drove. On two separate occasions, the car behind her had to honk as she sat absentmindedly after a traffic light had turned from red to green. But without the normal workday commuters, she made good time and arrived at Jon's building before noon.

He was there to greet her as she stepped off the elevator onto his floor, and he quickly led her to his office where Sophie was waiting. Explaining that the others were making some last minute adjustments to the lights in the studio down the hall, Jon introduced Megan to the model, who spontaneously hugged the buxom beauty.

"I can see why Jon volunteered you for this assignment," the willowy beauty said with a friendly smile. "You're going to be perfect for what the agency has in mind."

Megan felt she shouldn't appear too eager to go along with this plan, secretly enjoying the thought of people convincing her to pose. "Well, I'm still not completely certain. You see, I've never done any modeling so I may be terrible at it. And honestly...," and here she hesitated, not sure how to frame the discussion without indirectly insulting the model.

"Let me guess," Sophie said with a grin, sensing that this was a bit of an act on the other woman's part. "You don't know if you can get naked in front of other people."

Megan glanced over at Jon, then down at the floor before taking a deep breath. "Jon," she said, with a note of determination in her voice, "do you mind leaving Sophie and me alone for a few minutes. I think it will be easier for me to ask her some things, you know, kind of girl to girl."

He hadn't been expecting this and was suddenly concerned that Megan might decide to back out of it. But before he could object, the model jumped in. "Absolutely, great idea." Both women turned to glare at Jon, almost daring him to try to disagree. But again he made the right choice and graciously turned his office over to just the two of them.

As soon as the door shut, Sophie pulled up a chair, motioned Megan to be seated, and then pulled up another chair alongside her. "You know," she began, "I really think your husband is completely comfortable with this. Is that what you're concerned about?"

"Not exactly," Megan replied, and then hesitated. Abandoning her usual caution, and looking directly at the model, "I'm more concerned with how comfortable I seem to be with the whole thing." She could feel the blood rushing to her face again and could only hope she wasn't appearing too eager to pose naked in front of Jonathan's colleagues.

Sophie leaned back in her chair and softly laughed. "I definitely was a little surprised when Jon suggested the idea, and I was even more surprised that you agreed."

"Well, I didn't completely agree," Megan said trying act like she had some degree of modesty. "It's just..."

"Look, you don't have to explain anything to me. I've had boyfriends who are perfectly fine with what I do for a living. And others weren't, and that usually became an issue."

"I know, I feel very lucky to be with a guy like Jon."

"Don't fool yourself, lady," she said with a loud chuckle. "He's ten times luckier to be with someone like you. And hey," she continued, "this will all be fine. I've worked with the photographer before and he's great. He could care less whether you were wrapped up in a rug or stark naked on the floor. He's going to make the shot look great. And as I understand it, they're not showing your face anyway."

"I know," Megan responded. "Jon's been talking about this concept for weeks, and I actually think it's really clever. I mean that's part of the reason I said I'd do it."

"Yeah, but the other part?" Sophie said in a questioning tone, pausing almost as if she expected Megan to finish the sentence.

The blonde hesitated a few seconds, and then glancing down at her hands, smiled and continued. " Well, a few months ago Jon persuaded me to wear a somewhat revealing outfit to a costume party. And you know, we both really enjoyed it. I've begun to think," she continued, "that I might actually enjoy being seen that way by other people."

The model nodded knowingly. "I think there's a bit of that in almost all of us. And if you're interested in exploring that, then why the hell not."

"And Jon does seem to enjoy it," Megan confessed, feeling more and more convinced that she was going to go through with this.

"So, before he comes back in here," Sophie said, "just a few things. I'll stay with you the whole time, and at any point if it becomes to get too much, just tell me. But we'll have to get started soon, because we're going to need at least a half hour for make-up." She saw the quizzical look on Megan's face. "I know, they're not shooting your face. But there are a few other places where I assume we'll need some touching up," and both girls laughed.

"Oh my god, I hadn't even thought of that!"

"The first shot will probably be the hardest for you," the model continued, "But I'll be there, and since it's your husband's idea, you know he's going to be supportive. And as I said, Marshall won't cause any problems. But if either of the assistants start to make you uncomfortable, I can handle them for you."

"Does that happen a lot?" Megan asked, genuinely curious.

"Almost never once you're in a studio taking the pictures. But every girl has their stories about trying to get a gig and some of the shit people try to pull. Guys and women," she added, "just to be completely nonsexist about it."

Megan reached over to grasp Sophie's hand. "I really am grateful for you being here. Thank you so much."

Now it was the model's turn to feel slightly embarrassed at the display of sincerity and openness. "Hey, no time for that sentimental stuff now," she said lightheartedly. "The clock is running, so let me get the robe that I brought with me. I'm guessing you didn't think to bring one."

Megan shook her head "no."

"And while I do that, you should get undressed." Noticing a puzzled look on the blonde's face, Sophie explained. "Right now, and everything. You'll have marks from the elastic in your bra and panties that we don't want the camera to show. They'll take fifteen or twenty minutes to disappear, so clothes off now. I'll be back in a minute with the robe and your husband."

When the two of them reentered, Megan was sitting completely naked in a chair, her legs demurely crossed but her D cup breasts fully exposed as she sat calmly checking her phone.

Jon got halfway into the room before he fully absorbed the scene in front of him. "Wow," he said, distracted by the sight of his beautiful wife and the realization that this meant she was actually going to pose for the ads.

Megan raised her head and put her hand up as if to say "stop talking right now."

"I'm just trying to get comfortable with this and it's not coming easily, Jon. So just bear with me." She lowered her hand, shook her head, and chuckled. "No pun intended."

Her husband had the good sense to keep his mouth shut and instead simply focused on the fact that his wife was naked in front of a woman she had just met ten minutes earlier.

Sophie was holding a robe, but before handing it to Megan, she began slowly scanning her body from top to bottom. "I've told your model," she explained to Jon, "that we'll need some time for make-up." She then took a few steps closer to the seated, and placing her hands on her thighs, deliberately uncrossed Megan's legs as she knelt in front of her.

Despite the professional, almost clinical nature of Sophie's inspection, Megan felt a thrilling sensation, goose bumps rising on her skin as the model dragged her finger up the blonde's thigh, pressing to see how her skin reacted.

"Your skin tones are definitely similar to mine," she explained, holding her inner arm up against Megan's thigh. So the make-up I have in my kit should work to cover any blemishes." Working her way back up the amateur model's body and stopped just below her breasts "Any moles," she said turning to Jon, "you'll have to handle in photoshop," as she pointed to a small imperfection on her upper abdomen.

"That won't be a problem," he nodded, already imagining the scene of his team staring at a computer screen as they went over the images of his wife's naked body inch by inch.

Perhaps Megan was having the same thought, as she suddenly felt the need to cover up. Taking the robe from Sophie, she slipped it on and said, "So, hadn't we best get started?"

With that, Jon and Sophie exchanged a few words while Megan tied the sash on the front of the robe, making sure she wasn't revealing too much as she met the team. The three of them left the room and proceeded to the other end of the floor where the studio was situated. As they entered, Megan noticed that the two assistants were seated at a kind of work bench with a computer monitor while the photographer was in the other corner of the room, smoothing out the gray backdrop positioned behind a large and slightly elevated platform.

"Guys," Jon called out, "We're in luck. Megan has agreed to pose for us and Sophie's going to stay around to help out and offer some professional tips to our new model. She'll be here until we've finish. And I'm texting Maggie now for approval, but our budget already has built-in contingency funds for overtime, so we should be fine. My goal is to get us all out of here by five, six at the latest. Now," he said, joining Marshall at the edge of the platform, "let's get things ready for our first shot. We'll start with 'Slopes"

The team had already sketched out the three ads, nicknamed slopes, valleys, and forests. The model's breasts would be the slopes, her back and rear end the valleys, and her pubic hair the forests. When Jon had done the original pencil sketches, he had of course been striving for an ad campaign that would be sensuous and provocative, especially for male viewers. But now that it would be his wife on display in front of the camera, he was determined to make each shot as erotic as possible without going over the line in terms of what would be acceptable in both online and print channels. He was also ready to do everything in his power to make sure that Megan proceeded with the plan. After all, he was now living out his fantasy of displaying his beautiful and completely naked wife to a group of his co-workers.

Afraid that she might hesitate, Jon lowered his voice and added a comment intended for Megan's ears only. "You know, you'll be perfect for these ads, and right now, it's the only way I can get this done by Monday."

Megan looked around the room and realized that all eyes were on her. Suddenly, the reality of the situation dawned on her, and she felt the hint of a smile spreading across her face. "He thinks he still needs to persuade me to do this," she thought to herself as she acknowledged what was really going on in her head. "At this point, all he's really doing is giving me an excuse."

With that, she simply nodded to Jon and took several steps toward the platform, where Sophie was waiting. The model gestured at the platform and explained that the smooth surface would be somewhat uncomfortable and that, without clothes, she was going to feel a little chilly at first. But, she assured her, the heat from the lights would help warm her up.

Marshall motioned to Joanna to flick a switch, and suddenly bright white light flooded the area where Megan would be posing. She swallowed hard as she climbed the three steps up to the riser, her fingers grasping the tie that held her robe around her.

"Deep breath," Sophie whispered to her. "Just hand me the robe and stand there for a minute getting used to the feeling of being naked. You'll be surprised how soon you'll adapt to it."

Megan smiled, and with a quick tug the robe loosened and she slipped it from her shoulders. And just like that she was naked in front of her husband and three men and two women who were essentially strangers to her. Handing the garment to Sophie, she turned to Jon and looked him directly in the eyes. "Ready whenever you are," she said while making absolutely no effort to cover herself in any way. Trying to act as casual as possible, she slowly walked to the back of the elevated platform and turned so everyone in the room could see her.

Marshall, who already picked up his camera and seated himself on a stool at the edge of the platform, motioned with his hand as he looked at Megan through his view finder to see how the lighting and background was working. "Just a bit to the right," he requested and then nodded approvingly. Jon decided that was the signal that they were ready to go. But it could just as easily have been an indication that Megan's body was perfect for in the planned shots. "Most likely," Jon thought to himself, "he's pleased on both counts."

The reactions of the two male assistants weren't as subtle as Marshall's. They were gathered at the table that held the monitor and computer, far enough away from the platform that they couldn't be heard by his wife but close enough to Jon that he could pick up a few words. There were clearly some expletives uttered under their breaths, and he was pretty sure he heard Dan encouraging Andrew to check out Megan's ass. Normally he would have immediately cut off such conversation in the interest of maintaining a professional atmosphere on the set. But there was something perversely thrilling to Jon knowing that they were describing his wife, so he pretended not to hear and allowed them another minute before joining them by the monitor.

Marshall was already directing Megan to stretch out on the platform as he pulled himself right next to the edge. The elevated surface was just under two feet high, so by crouching slightly he was to get directly in line with her and capture the full curve of her breasts. He called to Joanna to reposition one of the lights and then adjust the placement of a reflector. Jon watched with delight as the young female assistant stared intently at his wife, using the reflector to create a shadow across her neck and into her cleavage while fully illuminating her nipples and the her generous curves in order to emphasize the size and shape of Megan's breasts.

Dan was now summoned as well to add a reflector behind and off to the side of the model, heightening the effect of her body moving out of shadow and into light. Jon, standing at the monitor, could see exactly what Marshall was seeing through his lens in real time. The camera zoomed in on the downward curve of her breasts and the toned muscles of her abdomen as Marshall directed Megan to roll her hips slowly to the left. At first her mound and pubic hair could be seen, but he directed her to move her right leg until her knee touched the surface of the platform and the slope of her thigh shielded her most private area.

This position had the effect of simultaneously accentuating the curve of her right hip while creating the appearance of a broad downward plane, thanks to the well-toned musculature of Megan's thigh. Marshall then proceeded to take a series of shots as he progressively pulled back from his model. At his closest, only the contour of Megan's rib cage could be seen. But the medium length shots showed the bottoms of her breasts until eventually, in the widest shots, her tits were fully visible, with the large half-dollar sized areolas and perfectly centered nipples clearly on display.

After several minutes during which Marshall's camera clicked through dozens of shots, Jon realized he had been barely breathing, so he took a deep gulp of air and exhaled. The images were spectacular, and he was sure they had their "slopes" picture nailed. Still, he allowed Marshall to continue to snap away, watching the view on his monitor as the lens moved up and down the length of his wife's recumbent body.

He had her hold several other poses, one flat on her back and another with her turned slightly toward the camera but with the lights adjusted to throw most of her into shadows. Jon had them work for quite a while on a pose where Megan inhaled deeply while Marshall focused his camera on the skin around her belly button. He had zoomed in so tightly that the camera revealed the pores of her skin and a few light hairs that appeared to circle her navel. It seemed to him that the camera was making love to his wife, and he was watching the entire scene unfold with a growing sense of arousal.

Finally, out of respect for the first-time model, Sophie suggested to Marshall that they take a break, allowing Megan to get up and relax a bit. Eager to stretch a bit, she sat up and leaned forward, wrapping her arms around her knees. The raven-haired model came over and gently draped the robe over her shoulders as Megan stood up slowly on somewhat unsteady legs and slipped the garment back on.

"You're right," she whispered to Sophie. "You do get used to it quickly. But some of those positions are really uncomfortable," she added as the other woman acknowledged the truth of her statement.

There was a general consensus that the shoot was off to a great start, and Megan seemed genuinely pleased with everyone's favorable comments. As Jon approached, she demurely stated, "I hope you're getting what you want, Jonny."

He leaned closer to her and, in a low voice, replied, "I definitely am." And then, as he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, he added, "I hope you are, too." His wife simply smiled.

Meanwhile, Dan and Andrew were already unrolling a large, thin mattress on the platform as Joanna moved one of the lights to open up more space. They then spent a few more minutes adjusting the lights and reflectors before Jon signaled everyone that it was time to work on the second shot, "the valleys."

This, Jon had assumed, was going to be the most straightforward and easiest of the three ideas they were developing. What he was after, he had explained to Marshall, was a series of shots of Megan lying on her belly, sometimes with her head flat on the ground and others with her propped up on her elbows. This would, they all agreed, mean that the small of her back would be the valley, shoulders rising on one side and her ass cheeks on the other.

As art director, Jon would eventually decide just how much of her butt would be visible along with any side view of her boobs. But that could all be worked on after the session, most likely with the goal of presenting several possibilities to the client and allowing them to decide just how much nudity they felt was appropriate in the final ads.

So, Marshall proceeded to snap in rapid succession dozens of stills, some with Megan propped up on her elbows far enough to allow her breasts to hang free rather than pressing against the mattress, her nipples semi erect and visible in profile.

As an alternative, Jon had Megan pose on her side, facing away from the lens. The view of her backside was nothing short of extraordinary, and Marshall 's camera clicked away as she slowly moved her hips, allowing her ass cheeks to go through a kind of slow motion twerk for the camera.

This time, it was Jon and not Sophie who suggested another break. He had plenty of material for the first two concepts, but he knew the third one -- the forest -- would be the hardest to pull off. He felt he needed to be sure that his wife was comfortable with how this would be staged, or perhaps he just wanted to enjoy the feeling of telling her what she'd be revealing for the camera.

Once she had her robe back on and had stepped down and away from the platform, he motioned for Megan to join him in the far corner of the studio.

"You're doing great," he said as he tried to convey his genuine excitement at how well the day had gone. "This is going to be a tricky shot to get, but I know we can do it."

Megan smiled inwardly to herself, already certain that she knew where this conversation was going. She decided to cut right to the chase. "The forest?" she said in a semi-questioning tone.

Jon nodded, and then began to explain, "And that means we have to make sure..."

"That you're actually seeing the forest?" Then she added with just the slightest teasing tone to her voice, "Or should I say bush?"

"The double entendre is kind of obvious, isn't it."

"Well, it's not hard to figure out, let's put it that way. Plus," and she grinned as she thought of how naive guys could sometimes be, "it was one of the things Sophie discussed with me in your office. She wanted to make sure I knew what would be expected, even if you weren't quite so direct about it." Jon started to mutter some sort of apology when he looked up and realized that his wife was simply giving him a hard time. "And remember, Jon, I had seen the sketches you worked up at the start of all this."

"That's true," he said, relieved that she wasn't annoyed at him and grateful that she had no hesitation going ahead with the third series of shots. "But what we're going for here is just a hint of the forest. And even then the client might reject them outright. So I've asked Marshall to get some shots that focus just on the lines of your legs and hips. That way we'll have them in reserve."

"No forest?" Megan asked.

"Perhaps they'll go with something like discover our countryside," Jon said with a reassuring smile. "So, are you okay with this?"

"Just tell me what to do," his wife replied, meaning exactly what she said. But it seemed like the words went right over Jon's head. For the moment, at least, his professional instincts were uppermost in his mind, and he knew that time was running out. Calling for Andrew to replace the mattress with a thinner pad, he signaled to Dan to turn back on the lights so the team could proceed with the final round of pictures.

Marshall's positioning of Megan was very direct and straightforward. He had her lie flat on her back, with just a small pillow under her head to make her more comfortable. He framed the shot with her head and breasts completely out of the frame. He then focused his lens on the area from her stomach to her thighs, using the reflectors to create an interesting pattern of light and shadow.

They ran through a series of poses with Megan's legs flat, then slightly raised and hips turned slightly toward the camera, then slightly away. Marshall tried shooting up at her body, from above, positioning himself nearer her knees and pointing up her thighs, and finally literally placing his camera between her breasts and snapping some shots from that angle.

This yielded any number of pictures that could be used as back-ups for the generic "countryside" theme, but nothing that revealed the "forest." Either her pubic hair wasn't visible at all or, in a few cases, where a few wisps could be seen, Megan's light colored curls didn't seem to come close to suggesting a forest.

For a while, Jon was excited by the way the camera zoomed in her light curly hairs, coming so close to revealing his wife's most intimate parts. But after ten or fifteen minutes, he realized they were in danger of not getting the shot they needed and he began to worry. He started snapping at the assistants, second guessing Joanna's placement of the reflectors, and seeming to blame Marshall for not finding the right angles for the shots.

At first, Megan didn't pay much attention to her husband's concerns. Over the course of the afternoon's session, she had grown increasingly at ease posing for the camera. And, lying flat on her back with her head resting on a pillow, she was more comfortable than she had been at any point that day. She was increasingly intrigued by her husband's obvious enjoyment as he directed her posing in the nude, but now she, too, began to worry that he was setting limits for her sake that were actually detrimental to the project.

Just as Jon called Marshall aside to huddle with him, Megan's last words to her husband floated back into his mind: "Just tell me what to do." And just like that, a solution seemed to present itself. He motioned to Sophie to join him and the photographer, and together they exchanged a few whispered comments. Megan, still on the platform, noticed the model pointing toward her and then pantomimed some action with her hands. Then, Sophie reached around to the back of Jon's head, grasped a few strands of his hair between her fingers, and made a motion as if combing through the tufts. Both men nodded, and Sophie went off to the other room to retrieve something from her bag.

Marshall had moved to the side of the platform, keeping a respectful distance from Megan as Jon draped a robe over her shoulders and brought her up to speed on their conversation. "You can probably guess the problem that Marshall is having," he began. "Your hair is so light that it just doesn't show up as, well, as much of a forest. "

Megan nodded, having already guessed at the issue her blonde curls were presenting.

"Now," her husband continued, "we're going to try some different poses and we'd like to be able to capture everything down there," he said with an offhand gesture towards Megan's crotch. "Some of them may show a bit more of you than we originally discussed, but we won't use them for this slogan."

Megan seemed to be absorbing the implications of Jon's words, feeling a wave of conflicting emotions. Her husband was actually persuading her to expose herself completely to the camera while the people the room looked on.

"And, he continued, as he saw Sophie returning to the studio, "we also think we can do something about the color."

His wife looked completely mystified by that comment, but before Jon could continue, the model came over, sat down next to Megan, and opened the gym bag she had brought back with her. "This is where I can help," she started in. "I always carry some jars of temporary hair dye in case a session calls for some highlights or a bit of an outrageous color streak. So, I've got purple, red, green," she said, pointing to her bag, "and dark brown and black." Opening one of the jars, she showed Jon and Megan the thick black gel visible inside.

"Will it really work?" the blonde asked.

"It should," her husband replied, "and I've volunteered to try it out first," he said, with obvious amusement.

The model dipped her finger in a dark-colored jar, pulled it out and spread it across the side of her hand while Jon motioned to the photographer to join them.

"Your husband's hair is a fairly light shade of brown, so if the dye works on him, it should work on you as well."

"So you're saying I have to dye my, um, pubic hair black!" the blonde protested.

"Not for long. This stuff washes right out," she said reassuringly. "But first let's see how it works here," motioning Jon to sit down as she stood up and moved behind him. Sophie quickly massaged some of the gel into the base of his scalp, making several passes with additional dabs of dye. Each time, as she rubbed the gel into the hair, she squeezed her fingers to make sure the dye was evenly applied. And slowly, the patch of Jon's hair turned from light brown to black.

"It leaves a bit of a greasy residue, and I think it's going to stiffen a bit as it dries, but do you think you can work with it?" the model asked Marshall.

The photographer had Jon move onto the platform, turning him first one way and then another to catch the light from different directions, and then nodded. "I think this is going be good," he said in a very measured voice. "It's a little shiny compared to the rest of his hair, but that's not going to be an issue for Megan since we're not going to see her head."

"Only my short and curlies," the blonde interjected.

Finally Marshall smiled. "Yes, only down there."

"Then let's move ahead," Jon stated, not risking giving Megan a chance to reconsider the plan.

Looking around the room, Megan asked, "If this is going to take a while, do you think we could move to Jon's office while we apply the dye?"

The model glanced at Marshall, already anticipating his objection. But it was actually Jon who spoke up. "We're going to need to see how the dye is working under these lights, so I'd like Marshall and Joanna here," he explained. "

By now, it was obvious to Sophie how much Jon was actually enjoying exposing his wife like this, and she looked at Megan to see how she was reacting. "Is this okay with you?"

The blonde stared down at the jar, avoiding eye contact with the others. "I think I'm going to need help applying this," she said in a low mumble, as if talking to herself. "But Jon's right," and she glanced up at Marshall who nodded in agreement.

"Okay," she said in a somewhat louder voice. "But no shooting while we put this on," she requested, trying to preserve at least a shred of modesty.

With that, the two men backed away, and Megan dipped her fingers in the gel. With her legs draped over the side of the platform, she opened her robe and spread her legs apart, lightly applying the gel to the pubic hair nearest her mound.

"You're got to use a lot more than that," Sophie counseled, encouraging Megan to scoop out larger amounts of the gel. But when the blonde continued to dip only the tip of her fingers into the gel, the raven-haired beauty shook her head. "Do you want some help?"

"I think so," the blonde responded. "And besides, sitting like this, I can't see what I'm doing all that well," she observed as she handed the jar to the other woman and leaned back slightly on her elbows.

Sophie scooped out some of the gel and began rubbing it through all of the blonde's pubic hair. At first, she ran her finger across her mound, then up and down the side Megan's labia, working a bit of the dye into the roots while avoiding getting it too near her slit. Dipping several fingers in the jar, she proceeded to work more of the substance into the hairs that reached across her slit and over her clit. Once the gel was applied, she then pulled her fingers together and upwards, acting as a comb that ensured the dye would be spread out evenly.

With each application, Megan's blonde curls darkened, and by the third pass, they were almost black. Also, the gel seemed to stiffen and extend the curls somewhat, raising them a little higher above her labia and mound.

Marshall now approached to examine the results, encouraging the women to try one more pass with the gel. Signaling Sophie to stand by, he then directed Megan to remove her robe completely and position herself with hips and back on the platform and legs extended slightly downward, feet resting on the studio floor.

Andrew began moving the reflectors so they would cast more light between Megan's legs, helping to increase the visibility of the now dark-colored tufts of hair. Meanwhile, Sophie grabbed a moist wipe from her bag and carefully dabbed at a few stray bits of gel that were visible on the sides of her thighs. Once or twice, the model's fingers strayed a little closer than intended, and Megan involuntary arched her back upward, unconsciously responding to the touch. The result was that her pubic hair was now more visible to the camera and Marshall nodded approvingly.

Once Sophie had finished removing any telltale stain from the bare skin around Megan's pussy, the photographer directed the blonde to arch her back even more, resting on her elbows while thrusting her hips higher. All of this had the effect of thrusting Megan's pussy up and toward the lens. While continuously snapping pictures, Marshall moved to her side and lay down flat, his camera almost resting on the platform.

"That's perfect," he called out, wanting Jon to know they were finally get the images they wanted. Jon, Dan, and Andrew looking at the monitor could all clearly see the side of Megan's mound, the dark feminine curls on top, fully visible and very sexy.

Within a matter of minutes, Jon and Marshall knew they had the shot they needed. But pulling the photographer aside, and acknowledging that they could easily do another twenty or thirty minutes and still be finished on time, Jon requested that they get some additional shots that could be used for any alternate slogans they might come up when the full team reviewed the material on Monday.

"Megan," Jon said as she took a short break in order to relax her muscles after maintaining the most recent pose. "We're just going to do a quick set of safety shots, images we want to have as back-up in case we need to throw out any of the original ideas."

At this point, Marshall had asked the assistants to pull the mattress back to the center of the platform and adjust the lights accordingly. Jon guided his wife over to mattress, motioned her to lie down and then roll over on her stomach. At that point, he went back to the monitor, and the photographer moved the blonde through a rapid series of poses, first lying down, then assuming a crouching position, and finally facing the camera, with legs crossed or slightly open and hands positioned over her pussy.

For Megan, the final quarter hour was a blur. With some of her movements, she knew her pussy was fully exposed to the camera. As she was moving up onto her hands and legs, she was certain she could hear the camera continuously clicking, aware that in all likelihood her pussy lips and perhaps even her tight little asshole were visible to the lens. But throughout it all, Jon continued to offer words of assurance from the side of the platform. His constant, gentle encouragement was exactly what she needed as she continued to display her body.

At some point, she heard Jon call out that they were finished for the day. Marshall signaled to the Joanna to turn off the lights and begin breaking down the equipment. Both her husband and Sophie approached, and as she allowed her eyes to adjust to the darker room, she simply rolled onto her side, using her elbow to prop herself up a bit. "What next?" she asked eagerly, unable to tamp down her obvious enthusiasm.

"Whoa, girl," Sophie said in a joking tone, "haven't you had enough for one day? I think we're done here."

"We're finished, Meg," Jon explained. "Anything else that's needed can be done in photoshop, and the captioning will be easy to add." There was no doubt in his mind that by Monday morning, he would be ready to present the portfolio for "Visit the slopes, valleys, and forests of Germany." And he may even have a few additional surprises ready for approval by the agency.

Marshall approached the trio just to say, "Great session." He started to walk away, then turned back and added, "Hope we get to work again some time," and with that, retreated to the corner where he oversaw the crew packing up the cases containing the cameras, lights, and reflectors.

"And that," Sophie said as she helped Megan rise to her feet, "is high praise from someone with his experience. I'm not sure he's ever said that to me," she added with a chuckle.

As Megan put on her robe and tied the sash around her waist, she felt a mixture of both excitement and letdown. She was looking forward to seeing the final shots and how Jon laid out the individual ads. And she felt a warm delight in the knowledge that now dozens of people, both in the agency and at the client's offices would now see snapshots of her body. But somehow it was disappointing to her that the treatment would deliberately exclude her face. For now she had to content herself with the thought that at least for a couple of hours, the camera lens as well as the five people in the studio had watched as her husband had her expose her body.

At least, that's what she thought at the time. But Jon, for whom the entire day had literally been a fantasy come true, the thrill continued for the rest of the weekend as he worked with the images of his nude wife, trying to select the perfect ones to go with his captioning for the tourism campaign. And it was with considerable excitement that he finished up on Sunday evening, attached the files to an email, and sent them off to the agency's creative director with copies to the senior accounts manager and head of the local office.

Monday morning, Megan arrived at the office of the nonprofit organization where she worked in development, calmly saying hello to her coworkers and wondering what they would think if they knew how she had spent her Saturday. For Jon, who was already seated around a conference table with the other art directors as well as the executives who had received his email the night before, his attention was focused largely on how they would react to the mock-up of the advertisements. But there was also a part of him that couldn't help but wonder what the people in the room would say if they knew that his wife had ended up posing for the shots.

Rajit, the creative director and his immediate superior, began the meeting by thanking Jon for the tremendous effort in pulling together the proposed ads under such a tight deadline. He offered his own tentative assessment that the ideas presented had "definite merit" but that he wanted to get the honest assessment of the other art directors. "Jon's done a great job here, so any criticisms of the shots we're about to see are not criticisms of him. However, tomorrow we have to submit our proposal to the Tourist Board, so any suggestions that can strengthen the work and increase the likelihood we'll get the job will be welcomed."

With that, he signaled to Kerry, his assistant, to project the first image for the group, "Ski our slopes." As he had worked with the images, Jon had switched from the initial idea of using the downward curve of Megan's breasts to suggest mountain slopes and instead used one of the images of her facing away from the camera. Everything from her thighs to her shoulders was shown, but thanks to Marshall's lighting and with some additional darkening achieved in photoshop, Megan's butt crack as well as much of her lower cheek were obscured in shadows. But the bright light on her upper hip and the slope downward to her waist and then along her side certainly got across the idea of ski slopes.

General murmurs of approval were heard around the table. Audrey, a senior director and one of the people who had first helped mentor Jon when he joined the agency, suggested that they might want to submit this one pretty much as is but provide an alternate shot where the shadows were lightened. "If our client wants to run an ad in a channel where they can push things a bit more, I think a little more visibility would be welcomed." Turning to Jon, she added, "Looks like you lucked out with your model. You'll have to give me her name in case I can use her on a project I have coming up."

This comment took Jon totally by surprise; the last thing he had expected was another art director to start asking about the model. For now, he deflected the request by simply noting that she was a last-minute substitute on Saturday and not part of the usual group that Maggie hires. "I'll check and get back to you on that," he concluded.

After a few more minutes, there was consensus that the first image was a go, so they moved onto the "Explore our valleys." For this, Jon drew upon the first set of pictures from their Saturday session, the ones originally intended for the "slopes." Here he went with the one they had all liked at the time, Megan on her back but turned slightly toward the camera. The image was cropped to show the bottom curve of one breast but stopped short of her areola. The twist to her body and the lighting emphasized her belly button, which was easily seen as suggestive of a valley, with the "landscape" rising toward her hips on the other side.

"Not the valley I was expecting," quipped Don, another director, "but I like it. Dramatic, and very artistic."

"Good point," Rajit nodded in agreement. "Shows the range of styles and approaches that we as an agency can handle." Taking their lead from the boss, the other directors all signaled their approval. With that, they switched to the third image, and Jon felt compelled to offer some explanation.

"As you can see, this is intended to be "Discover our forests," and my initial proposal pretty much matches what you see here." The image projected was cropped, starting from the area below his wife's breasts to a point five or six inches above her knees and centering on the juncture of her thighs. The rise of her mound was clearly visible, capped by tufts of dark pubic hair. But because of her position and the angle of the camera, that was all that could be seen. "This matches the captioning provided by the Tourism Board, so I feel it's wise to submit this mockup. But I've also prepared a variation on the wording with a couple of additional images."

Glancing at Rajit to make sure it was okay to proceed, he then motioned to Kerry to go to the next slide. Labeled "Discover our secret places," Jon had selected one of Marshall's shots from the end of the session. Positioned at Megan's feet, he had snapped a picture looking up her legs and into the dark shadows at the top of her thighs. Jon had done some work in photoshop to remove any suggestion of her pussy lips, which had in fact been visible in the original photo.

"To me," Jon explained, "this image suggests the view from a train going through a mountain pass and about to enter, well," and here he hesitated for a moment, "let's just say a hidden or secret place."

There were one or two murmurs from the group, but no one seemed ready to speak in favor of presenting a fourth option. Acting quickly before the idea got shot down entirely, Jon wanted to make sure the group saw one more picture of his wife. "And then to throw out one final possibility," Jon hurriedly spoke, "I decided to use an image that pushes the boundaries even more, For this market, we have the luxury of being daring, almost explicit, and I acknowledge that that may or may not be what they want. But in the spirit of showing the customer everything we're capable of...," and he signaled for a final image to be shown.

Still using the caption of exploring secret places, the new picture relied on similar lighting to darken the area at the juncture of her thighs, but this time the shot was taken from behind the model. In this image, Megan was starting to get up on her hands and knees after lying flat on her stomach. Placed at her feet, the camera had a view directly up and between her legs. "Another approach to the tunnel," Jon said with a calm voice, knowing that his colleagues were now looking at a full-on view of his wife's ass, cheeks slightly parted although not quite far enough to reveal her butthole, and her pussy lips visible between her legs. "Thanks to the shadows and the fact that we zoomed in quite close to get the shot, the anatomical features appear somewhat abstract at first," he said, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice as he offered this view of his wife. "But because ultimately it is quite revealing, I'd welcome an honest assessment from this group."

There was a moment of stunned silence from the group, until finally Audrey let out a soft chuckle. "And you got the model to sign off on that?"

"No problem with that," Jon replied, his eyes scanning the group as they stared intently at the picture of his wife's most intimate parts, "as long as we're not showing her face."

"Well, they'll never use it," Audrey answered. And that set off a heated discussion, with the group eventually dividing into three camps. The first group felt it went too far and shouldn't be submitted. The second agreed it went too far but saw no harm in including it in the package, if for no other reason than to ensure that their presentation was memorable. And the third, not only wanted to submit it but felt it was the best part of the entire presentation.

Rajit finally spoke and it soon became clear he had reached a different conclusion. "It's unlike anything we've ever done for a client, but that doesn't mean it goes too far. After all," he continued with a wry smile, "they're Europeans. Still I think it's unwise to submit it because it's illustrating a caption that we created, not the customer. If we're giving them two choices for our tag line but only one for each of theirs, then we're not listening closely enough to them."

The group nodded in agreement; Rajit's point was well taken. "But, I don't think your efforts have been wasted," he nodded to Jon. "Hold on to this and we can raise the possibility of additional captioning if we get the contract. If they're receptive, it could mean more work for us and we'll have this ready to show."

After only a few more minutes of discussion, the meeting wrapped up and one by one, the other directors came over to Jon and congratulated him on a job well done. The last to talk to him was Audrey, who lingered a bit until everyone had left the room.

"Are you sure we haven't used that model before?" she asked, hoping Jon would reveal more than he had in front of the others.

"Definitely not," he answered truthfully, grateful that he didn't have to lie to his former mentor.

"Still," Audrey mused as she patted him on the shoulder, "I can't get over the feeling that there's something familiar about her, like I've seen her somewhere else."

"Who knows, you might have," he responded as she left the room, knowing full well that Audrey had met Megan socially on at least several different occasions. He grinned to himself, thinking about the possibility that the identity of the model might eventually become known among his colleagues. For now, he knew that no one from Saturday's group would ever reveal her name, and he had already sworn Maggie to secrecy. And yet he knew he'd be unable to resist daydreaming about how this might all be exposed at some point in the future.

Returning to his office and closing the door for privacy, Jon reflected on the fact that pictures of his naked wife were now part of his company's official proposal and would be sent to the German National Tourism Board where they would be seen by dozens of strangers. And he knew that additional images, literally hundreds of revealing shots that he had saved for possible future use, were all stored on a company server as high resolution electronic files where any of the other directors could access them and examine them in detail. At the same time, he knew that if the agency got the job, then in all likelihood tens and perhaps hundreds of thousands of people would see these images of his wife. And if the campaign expanded to web-based advertising, then anyone in the world connected to the internet could admire her body.

Sitting alone at his desk, he tugged at his pants to accommodate his growing erection and picked up his phone to text Megan. "Great news," he began, "the company is submitting my ideas for the ads to the Germans."

He envisioned her at work, perhaps in the middle of a meeting, and wondering how she would react. He didn't have to wait long before getting her response -- a simple "Congrats" with a huge smiley face. And then twenty seconds later, presumably as the full implications of Jon's message sank in, she followed with "OMG" accompanied by a blushing emoji.

"Who knows?" he texted back, "This could be the start of a whole new career for you."

"Don't give me any ideas!!" she teased in response, getting Jon even more excited.

That reply was still very much on his mind when, one week later, Rajit emailed the directors to announce that the Tourist Board had officially accepted the company's proposal and that the photos would serve as the basis for their advertising campaign. Suddenly Jon sensed that if Megan were willing, then his fantasy could play out on a whole other level. And he couldn't wait to find out.