Girl Next Door, Ch 1

GIRL NEXT DOOR

I laugh about what I'm going to tell you, now. For years I was embarrassed about it. I've told my husband and my analyst. My brothers and their wives were aware, but nobody else knew about my past. I was a 'girl next door' for a few of those men's magazines. I won't tell the name of the magazines, but the first one started with a G, then there was the one that started with and H, and finally one that started with S.

This was back before the internet and cell phones. Such things were science fiction. Music was still on vinyl records. CDs were becoming more popular. VCRs were new and porn videos were not readily available yet.

I'm Sandra. I was married to my first husband, Seth. We lived in a rented townhouse in the suburbs in central Pennsylvania. He was a young auto mechanic and I was a receptionist at an insurance agency. I was taking night courses at the community college. I eventually got an associates degree. We'd been married for a few months and were enjoying life as a young married couple. Kids were in the future and we had dreams.

Well, to get to how it all started.

Seth was drinking beer and watching a Sunday football game with his buddy, Trevor. Trevor was a nice guy, a bit of a redneck, but he had a nice sense of humor and I enjoyed his company. Being new to the area, I hadn't found many friends yet. So I enjoyed the company and engaged in the conversations and some mild flirting with Seth and his friends, including Trevor.

Well, I was doing something in the kitchen and when I returned to the TV room, Seth and Trevor were looking at one of those men's magazines. It wasn't one of those nasty magazines, there was full nudity, but no sex or explicit stuff. They were leafing through the magazine, commenting on some of the photos.

There was a section in this particular magazine called 'Girls Next Door'. The section included nude photos of everyday women, wives and girlfriends. The photos were taken by husbands and boyfriends. The women were regular girls, not models or anything. They were pretty and generally had nice figures, not so wonderful that would get them in Playboy, just nice-looking women. They were partially or fully nude, amateur of girls with their tits out, sometimes their pussies. The poses were typically in their homes or maybe outdoors somewhere.

I was behind the couch and leaned in to see what they were looking at. They asked my opinion about which of the girls would be the 'Girl Next Door of the Month'.

I don't remember if I made the first comment or one of the men did it, but someone mentioned that I looked better than any of the women in the magazine. I knew they were flattering me, but, still, it made me feel good to hear them talking about me in the same conversation as the girls in the magazines.

Trevor mentioned that I looked better than the girl next door of the month.

I joked back, "How do you know how I look with my clothes off? You've never seen me naked."

Trevor said, "True, but I've imagined it."

Another flattering comment. He was imagining what I looked like naked.

My husband joined in, "You do look better than any of those girls."

Trevor added, "You look better than most of the girls in Playboy."

I joked, "What do you mean 'most'?"

He answered, "Well maybe if I saw you naked, I'd have a better perspective."

"Dream on." I replied.

Trevor laughed and said, "I sure will. Tonight."

I punched his arm in response to his pledge to imagine seeing me naked.

Later that night, when we were getting ready for bed, our conversation drifted back to the magazine discussion. Seth was sweet-talking me, trying to get me aroused so I'd fuck him. It didn't take much to get me in the mood.

I asked, "Do you really think I look as good as some of those girls in the magazine?"

"Absolutely." He said.

I was undressing for bed and he was watching me. I liked having him watch me take my clothes off.

I made a little show of it, removing each item slowly and being coy about showing each of my special features.

When I was naked, I posed for him.

"Wow! You are beautiful."

"Better than those wives in the magazine?"

"Most definitely." Then he said, "I'd like to take a photo of you and send it to the magazine."

I paused. I hadn't thought of that specifically. Wow! I looked at my husband, wondering if he was serious.

He was. "We could take a few photos and send them in. There's a cash prize for the winner each month and I'll bet you'd win for the whole year too."

I was amazed at what we were talking about. I'd never posed nude for anyone. In fact, other than Seth and two previous boyfriends, no man had even seen me topless (since I'd grown tits).

Seth knew I was actually considering his proposal, so he kept up his spiel. "You are beautiful. We should get some photos of you before you have babies and lose some of your figure."

Interesting idea. I said, "I'd be afraid that someone we know would see me. What if my mom and dad saw me."

"I don't think your mom looks at adult magazines."

True. "What about my brothers. I'm sure they look at those magazines."

Seth had an answer, "So what. They'd be proud of their sister, particularly if you won."

"I don't know." I was actually considering it.

"We'd just show your tits, not your pussy."

"That might be alright."

Seth said, "I've got a camera. Let's take a few photos and see what you think."

"Let's think about it and talk tomorrow."

We went to bed. Both of us were aroused. We made love, both considering the prospect of sending naked photos of me to a magazine.

The next evening, after we'd come home from work, Seth had his camera. It was an inexpensive little model, but enough for our purposes. I knew what he had in mind when I saw the camera in his hand.

"Let's take a few photos of you." He aimed the camera at me; the flash went off. I wasn't ready and was embarrassed.

"Take your shirt off." Seth suggested.

I hesitated.

He had a better idea. "Why don't we get one of you just wearing that apron."

I knew what he meant. I had an apron that tied around my waist. The apron was dark blue, accented with some colorful flowers. I'd worn just that for Seth's birthday. I had come into the dining room to serve dinner wearing just the little apron. My tits were jiggling and I wiggled my ass for him. It was a good birthday present and we had wonderful sex, after dinner, on the living room floor with me still wearing just the apron.

I said, "I don't know about sending photos of me to some magazine." I was reluctant.

Seth said, "I'd like the photos anyway. You look so sexy in just that apron."

I agreed saying, "You can take some, but they're just for you."

I knew if I posed for him that I would be rewarded by some good sex. The decision to send them to a magazine wouldn't be an issue until we got the photos back from the drug store in a week or so.

I did it. I pulled the apron from the drawer, stripped and tied the apron around my waist.

We had a photo shoot. Seth took a few shots in the kitchen and then in the dining room. There were photos from front, back and side. They featured my dimpled ass cheeks and my tits with their hard little nipples and the areolas haloed around them. I was drinking wine and enjoyed posing for Seth. It was intoxicating to be the object of his desire and the possibility of others seeing me added to my arousal. I was imagining men, like Seth and Trevor, looking at my pics in the magazine. Other guys would be jacking off while looking at my pictures. The exhibitionist in me was awakened.

After Seth had taken a dozen or more photos, he put the camera down. I pushed him onto his chair at the dining room table and straddled his lap. I undid his pants, then reached down and aligned his hard prick at my treasure spot. I couldn't believe how wet and warm my pussy was. Seth's dick slid right into me. He was very hard and very hungry for me. We both came rather quickly and then went off to bed where we did it again.

The next day, Seth said he'd drop-off the photos at a drug store a few miles from the one we normally used. The photos would be back in a week.

When he retrieved the prints, he brought them home and we looked through them on the couch. Not to be flattering of myself, they did look pretty good. I was aroused seeing myself in the glossy photos. My pussy was getting juicy, reacting to the possibility of sending the photos to the magazine.

Seth got the form from the magazine that would accompany the photos. We sat down and talked, looking through the photos to decide which to send. It was a moment of truth if we were really going to do it.

I began to have self-doubt about myself. Could I handle it if the magazine didn't think the photos were good enough? Was I as pretty as the other girls? Were my tits nice enough?

Seth could see my lack of confidence and suggested. "We could ask Trevor."

"I don't know. I'd be embarrassed."

Seth suggested, "What if I show him the photos without you being there?"

"Would he be honest and tell you if they aren't nice enough?"

"Yes, although I don't think that's a problem at all."

I agreed. It was thrilling to anticipate another man looking at nude photos of me, but I was afraid of unexpected consequences. My mother had told me not to let boys talk me into stripping for them and I had carefully guarded my privacy.

Seth went out on Friday night, taking the photos with him. I waited at home, watching TV, nervous while waiting, thinking about Trevor seeing the photos.

When Seth came home, I was anxious to hear what his friend thought. "Well?"

"Well, what?" Seth replied, teasing me.

"Did you show the photos to Trevor?"

"Oh, yeah. I almost forgot."

I knew he was kidding.

Seth told me, "Trevor liked all of them. He thinks you are really hot. He likes your tits. He wanted to keep one of the photos."

"You didn't give him any, did you?"

"No. I need them to send in." He laid the photos on the table and pointed to three out of the twelve where everything looked good. Everything was in focus; I was smiling and my eyes were open; my dark nipples were hard and fully visible. One photo was from behind, showing my ass with me looking back over my shoulder.

"He thought these three were best?" I asked.

Seth said, "Yes, they thought those were the best."

I caught it. "What do you mean, 'they'?"

Seth said, "Well, Jerome was there too."

"Who's Jerome?" I'd never met him.

"Oh, he's someone Trevor knows."

"A stranger saw my naked photos?" I was pissed.

Seth acted like it was no big deal. "Look, honey. A lot of strangers will be seeing your photos."

He was correct, but still.

The next morning, Seth had the form and the envelope ready to send. Six photos and the negatives were included. He put the paper in front of me and I quickly signed it, avoiding thinking about what I was doing. Seth left quickly, not giving me time to chicken-out.

We nervously waited for the next edition of the magazine. The issues were printed well ahead of time, so I didn't make the June issue. It was anticlimactic when Seth brought the magazine home and I wasn't in it. My initial thought was that I wasn't pretty enough or sexy enough, but Seth reassured me that we just needed to wait for the next issue.

For the next month, whenever I went to a convenience store or drug store, I tried to surreptitiously looking at the magazines on the top shelf of the magazine rack to see if there was a new issue. I would notice some of the men who were looking at the magazines and a combination of dread and arousal surged through at the prospect of those men seeing pictures of me naked.

Well, we got the next month's issue. Seth picked it up at our local mini-mart. He stalled before he would show it to me. I had butterflies in my stomach, waiting to see.

We sat on the couch. He paged through the magazine with his arm around me.

There I was, three photos. The photos were displayed on a page that I shared with one other woman. I was amazed and my ego really received a boost. I was pretty enough to appear in a magazine. I was "Sandy P. from Harrisburg. Photos taken by husband, Seth".

Then, Seth flipped a few more pages and there was another surprise. I had won the 'Girl Next Door of the Month'. Three more photos of me were displayed. One was a full page while the other two shared a page.

It took a moment for it to hit me. I had won. It was a version of being playmate of the month. I whooped and jumped from the couch, delighted with myself.

My first instinct was to tell friends and family, but no, I couldn't do that.

Seth suggested, "I'm going to buy more copies of the magazine. We can send one to your mom and dad and your brothers."

"Don't you dare." I told him, laughing at what I presumed was a joke.

"Well let's celebrate. I'm married to the girl of the month. We've got to tell someone."

"Well, you can tell Trevor. He's the one who started the whole thing."

We had a bottle of wine and Seth went down on me, eating my pussy and fondling my famous tits. It was all amazing.

Well, the next day, Seth told me that he had received a call while I was at the grocery store.

"Well, babe. The magazine called. Since you won the Girl Next Door of the Month, you are in the competition for "Girl Next Door of the Year".

I laughed at that. "Really? Am I really that pretty?"

"Yes, you are and you have the most wonderful tits."

Then Seth explained. "For you to be a candidate, they need more photos for the spread if you win."

I hadn't thought of that. "How would we do that?"

"They want photos from a better camera. They need higher quality prints for the magazine. You can see that the ones we submitted are a little fuzzy because of the lack of sharpness on the film."

I thought for a minute. "Do you need to get a new camera?"

Seth said, "I could, but we can't afford it and I wouldn't know how to use the camera anyway."

"So what do we do?"

"Well, I know that Trevor has a nice Nikon and has done some portraits for his family."

"You want Trevor to take photos of me naked?"

"Well, do you have a different idea?"

"Doesn't the magazine have a cameraman?"

"I don't know. I can call and find out."

Well, he did call. The magazine was a low budget publication. What would you expect for a skin mag?

We could just not compete for the girl of the year, but I was full of myself. When I looked at some of the other monthly winners, I thought I had a chance and Seth agreed, encouraging me to continue.

So we arranged for Trevor to take nude photos of me.

He came to the house. Seth and I had brainstormed ideas for the photos and we continued with Trevor.

Trevor said, "You know they'll want full frontal photos."

I paused, hearing that. "They want photos of my pussy?"

Seth said, "Yes. I guess so. You want to win, don't you?"

I did.

"Okay, let's do it." I said. It had become a challenge.

Trevor came over with his camera. We took the photos in a few locations, the living room and the kitchen to start, finishing with a few in the bedroom.

The array of photos included a few of me in my apron. In one, I had removed the apron and was holding it in my hand while facing the camera, my pussy uncovered. It took me a few minutes to get comfortable with Trevor seeing me naked. Once I was comfortable, I began showing off, giving him and Seth nice views of my tits with a proud smile on my face. Trevor could leer at my body all he wanted; it was part of the camera-shoot.

I had shampooed, blow-dried and fluffed my light brown pubic hair. I thought my pussy was one of my most attractive features and Seth agreed. He was prejudiced, of course, but he spent a lot of time with his face in my pussy so I took him at his word.

The next group of photos started with me topless in tight blue jeans. Then, I removed the jeans and posed for a few in my black bikini panties. The final ones were of me stark naked. I liked the one of me standing by the kitchen sink, facing the camera wearing just a smile. The photos showed my pussy. My slit was showing, but the lips were closed so my gash wasn't exposed. But then, Trevor snapped a few when I wasn't ready and he got some with my labia parted a bit.

We finished and to thank Trevor, I gave him a kiss on the cheek. I was still naked and he casually grazed his hand over my bare butt. I didn't mind. I had noticed the bulge in his trousers and was proud of myself for giving a man a hard-on. I know it's not a big thing for men to get hard-ons and there are some creeps with weird ideas, but Trevor was a nice guy. Seth suggested that I thank him again, so I gave him a hug. I put my arms around his neck and pressed my naked body against him. Then, I kissed him on the lips. It wasn't a long passionate kiss, but it wasn't a sisterly kiss either. He pulled me into him, his hand slid down onto my bare ass before I broke away.

Once he left, Seth was all over me.

"That was so hot when you kissed Trevor."

"Did you like it?"

"He put his hand on your ass. I thought my dick was going to burst. It was so erotic."

That was my first full realization that my husband not only had a thing about others seeing me naked, he was turned-on by seeing me doing something with another man.

He kissed me and we dissolved to the living room floor. Seth went down on me. I teased him as he started to eat my pussy. "Did that make you hot when your friend was taking photos of my cunt?"

He answered by increasing his vigor in my crotch.

"I hugged him and was pressing my naked body against him. Did you like that?"

He mumbled, "Yes." His mouth was nestled in my puss.

I said, "Maybe next time he can get a few more feels." The idea of there being a next time had an appeal for me too. I realized that I had liked posing naked. My pussy was wet. Seth was munching away. He was doing things, nasty things, that only a husband knows how to do.

I taunted him, "Maybe Trevor can eat my pussy next time and you can take the photos."

Seth moved up and rammed his cock into me. He was so aroused. I liked it when he got that way, wanting me so badly that he took me forcefully.

"Come on baby, fuck me. You're the only one who can have me. Your friends and all those men who see me naked in the magazine want to fuck me, but I'm only for you."

He rewarded me with fantastic sex. If getting naked and being photographed got him that hot, I'd certainly do it again.

Well, two things happened. The first was that I didn't win, but I was a finalist for "Girl Next Door of the Year." They printed a few more of my photos: the one where I was holding the apron away from my body, one with me topless in my blue jeans and the one where I was standing by the sink, naked. Once again, anyone who saw the magazine (tens of thousands of men, per the advertised circulation numbers) saw my tits and my pretty pussy. I thought I looked good. I was proud of myself.

The second thing was the dreaded call that came a week later. My brother Mitch had seen the photos. "Sis, we saw your photos in (G)."

"Oh shit. Did Joe and Greg (my other brothers) see them too?"

"Yep. Greg's wife told Carol (Mitch's wife, my sister-in-law)."

I paused. "What are they saying?" I thought they would be disappointed or scandalized.

"They like them. Greg says you look hot."

My brothers had photos of my pussy. Oh boy. "I hope Mom and Daddy haven't seen them."

His words stunned me, "Too late. Iris showed them to Mom who shared them with Dad."

Iris, Joe's wife, was and still is, a bitch. She and I didn't get along and she was the type to do things to make me look bad.

I asked, "Have you heard from them?"

Mitch said, "Yeah. They were shocked at first, but Mom said she's proud of you."

"What about Daddy?"

"He's not saying anything."

I thought, what's a father to say when he sees his precious daughter, in a magazine, naked? Having him see my pussy was on my mind the next time I saw him. When he hugged me like he always did, I was greatly relieved. It was unnerving the way my brothers looked at me, though. I knew what they were thinking.

Well, that wasn't the end of it. I had made five hundred dollars for the photos. Seth locked onto the idea of me trying other magazines as a means of supplementing our income. When he showed me the magazines, I was shocked at the explicit nature of the photos. The women were spreading their legs and even having sex in some of them. Things were getting much more liberal for the skin mags in those days. Once Playboy showed pussy hair, things moved quickly.

Seth showed me the little ad in one of the mags that offered $250 for amateur photos with a prize of two thousand for the winner of their 'girl-next-door' contest.

My husband encouraged me to enter. I was full of myself, still basking in the satisfaction of being considered hot enough for one of those magazines to want pics of me. They thought I was pretty enough to arouse their thousands of readers (and I knew most of the men did more than just read). Most of all, my daring nature and willingness to let others see me naked was arousing my husband. Every time we'd talk about it, we'd have fabulous sex.

As I said, I haven't told anyone about this since Seth and I divorced. I met my current husband (John) and he thought I was a 'good girl'. I did everything I could to project that image, hoping that our friends would never find the photos in those magazines. I told him about the magazines before we were married. I was deathly afraid that he would dump me. He just wanted to see the photos and fucked me to exhaustion after he'd looked at them. He promised to tell no one else about them. My brothers agreed to keep quiet, more about that later. Mom and Dad never mentioned it.

Then, one day, Seth came home with a magazine. He wanted to send in photos of me. I leafed through the pages. The photos of the women were quite explicit, legs spread, assholes, the whole bit.

I said no.

He begged.

He whined.

He ate my pussy.

I agreed.

More in the next chapter.