My fiancée, Anne, was a bit of an exhibitionist. She really discovered her urge to show her body while she was taking art classes and watching the live nude models. Anne never posed for a whole class, but she did pose for private sittings. One such sitting led to amazing painting, a massive and colorful painting of Anne's pussy.

It was close up and incredibly detailed. It was clear that, whoever had painting it had examined Anne closely, intimately and for quite a long time.

When I first saw the painting l didn't give it to much thought. It was amazing and it made me incredibly horny and that's all the attention I gave it. But, when I had time to think about it, the painting raised more and more questions. Who had painted it, what had happened when it had been painted? I trusted Anne completely, but wild images of debauchery on a studio floor raced through my mind.

It didn't help that Anne was very cagey about the painting. She wouldn't tell me who the painter was or any of the circumstances around the painting. This was extremely unusual, Anne was usually very forthcoming, even eager to share.

Finally, she blushed and got very shy and told me that she'd gotten extremely aroused at the studio and done things she wouldn't normally have done, but there was nothing about the situation that I would find arousing. In fact, she was worried that I'd be turned off. She assured me that nothing had happened with the painter, they'd never even touched. So I let it go.

But I found out a little more over the next few weeks. When we were finishing our wedding invites I noticed a new addition, Agnetta. I asked about her and Anne blushed. She tried to demur but finally admitted that Agnetta was the painter. Anne hadn't thought I'd notice the one little addition. It was fine. At least I knew now that it was a woman. One little mystery solved. I was eager to meet her.

My opportunity came sooner than I expected. There was a get together of Anne's classmates the next week and I joined them. It was in a little pub and I was sipping a drink, watching Anne play darts, badly, when a woman walked over to me.

She was quite old, bordering on elderly. She was in great shape, but she must have been in her late seventies. She walked with the assistance of a cane. She struggled to sit on the bar stool next to me and I reached out to steady her.

She smiled at me, ordered a drink and introduced herself. She was Agnetta.

To say I was shocked would have been an understatement. I introduced myself and she seemed to brighten a bit.

"Oh, you're Anne's." She said. We chatted lightly until Anne finished her game. She glanced over and saw who I was talking to and blushed brightly. She hurried over.

"I was just talking to thid wonderful woman." I told my fiancée. "Isn't she the one who painted that amazing picture?"

Anne blushed even more deeply and Agnetta beamed with pleasure at the compliment.

"I'd love to see your studio sometime." I told Agnetta.

"Why not tonight?" She suggested brightly. I quickly agreed and she gave me directions. Anne and I got in our car. Agnetta got in hers.

"I didn't want to tell because I thought you'd be upset." Anne said. "She's just been very...comfortable. We've talked a lot. I've told her everything I've ever done, sexually, and all my fantasies. She just listened as she painted. It's been like therapy. She's been completely judgement free and, I'll admit, I've shed my inhibitions around her. She's let me do things I never thought I'd be comfortable doing in front of other people."

"I'm not upset. I'm intrigued. What kind of things?" Anne was silent for a moment. Then flashed me a brilliant smiled.

"You'll see."

Agnettas studio was at the back of an old, well kept, house. I expected a tidy and orderly space, based on the rest of house. Agnetta seemed like a fastidious housekeeper. The catholic icons on the wall were a bit unexpected.

Even more unexpected was the studio space. It was wild and chaotic. The walls were draped in white drop cloths that were liberally spattered with a rainbow of paint colors. There was greenery everywhere. In the center of the room was a single overstuffed couch covered in its own paint spattered cloth. The room was warm, vibrant and inviting.

The decor was discordant. But the sketches and paintings on the wall were shocking. They were all of Anne. A dozen paintings and innumerable sketches. From a simple nude, to extremely graphic, with Anne's pussy being held open by a complicated apparatus, a plug in her ass and her fingers on her clit.

Anne was looking at the ground. Agnetta was looking at me, a wide grin on her face.

"What do you think?" She asked.

"I'm not sure this is the right response art." I told her. "But I'm very aroused."

"Perfect." She almost clapped her hands with joy. "Would you like to pose for me too? I'd love a matched set."

I was a little stunned. I looked at Anne. She nodded her head no and whispered in my ear.

"This is kind of my thing."

"I'll do it." I told Agnetta. I smiled at Anne. She glared back at me. Then smirked.

I stripped off my clothes and sat down on the couch. Agnetta directed me until I was reclined against the couch, my legs slightly spread, with her easel set up so she could look between my legs.

I hadn't expected to be aroused. But the situation and the attention, not to mention the walls plastered with pictures of my naked fiancée, got to me. My cock got hard and rested on my belly. Agnetta looked delighted.

But, painting takes a long time. A lot longer than I expected. My attention wandered and my cock started to go soft. Anne sat on the couch next to me and reached over. She started to gently stroke my cock with her fingertips. She'd recently had her nails done and they flashed with glitter under the studio lights. My cock got hard again. Then started to pulse. Anne's hand was soft, but relentless. I closed my eyes, thrust upwards a bit.

"I'm going to cum if you keep doing that." I told Anne.

Her hand stopped. She moved slightly. Suddenly her wet lips enveloped the tip of my cock. She started to suck me, slowly moving up and down.

"Oh yes, Anne." Agnetta said. "That's a much better picture."

Anne continued to move against my cock. Slowly, her lips just lightly stroking my skin. My cock was wet with her saliva. Her tongue moved restlessly in her mouth. She wrapped her hand gently around the base of cock.

I tried to stay motionless. Anne was relentless. I closed my eyes and came in Anne's mouth. She stopped moving. She just gently swallowed as my sperm erupted on to her tongue. It was soft and gentle and my whole body felt like it was releasing.

Anne sat up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

Agnetta looked at my soft cock and smiled.

"I think we are going to need more sessions."

The Chronology of Anne