Prude Wife Becomes Celebrated Nude Model

Her suppressed seductive countenance finally melds with her stunning body.

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.

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