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Black Stranger Takes Wife Away to Sit for a Nude Portrait
by Gustav Jorgenson
Stephen and Janet were enjoying coffee at their favorite hip coffee shop in the Mission one Saturday afternoon. It was very crowded and the upper class married couple drifted around indecisively with their drinks, looking for a place to sit. A muscular black man in a tank top was sitting alone at a table reading. He looked up and noticed the couple searching for a seat. Then he noticed Janet’s gorgeous hourglass figure and his manhood began to swell slightly. He jumped up and addressed them amicably.
“You folks are welcome to join me,” he told them with a friendly smile, allowing his gaze to wander over Janet’s large breasts, her cleavage shown to good advantage by the plunging neckline of her dress.
Stephen noticed this man ogling his wife’s bosom and hesitated to accept his offer. Janet noticed the stanger’s interest in her chest and was flattered. “That’s very generous of you, thanks,” she said putting her latte down on the table and holding out her hand. “I’m Janet and this is my husband, Stephen.”
“And I am Keon,” said the man. “Charmed, I’m sure.” He took Janet’s hand in his and surprised her by drawing it gently to lips and kissing it lightly. She blushed furiously in response at this brazen move and felt her loins grow warm. Keon had handsome features, with a strong jaw and deep set eyes. His hand was rough and his arms were big but his touch was surprisingly delicate. She glanced guiltily at her husband who raised his eyebrows at her in surprise.
“We don’t want to inconvenience you,” said Stephen stiffly, standing and not putting his coffee down.
“Oh, it’s no inconvenience at all,” said Keon smoothly, gazing placidly at Janet’s breasts. “Your wife is quite easy on the eyes and I won’t mind getting to know her better.” Janet and Stephen exchanged another awkward look but Keon motioned for them both to sit. “Please, sit down, join me,” Keon coaxed, winking at Stephen impishly as he pulled out a chair and seated Janet next to himself.
“Uh, yes, thank you,” said Stephen, taking a seat on the other side of his wife. He was annoyed by this fellow’s flirtatious advances, but it would be rude to refuse to join him at this point.
“So what are you two up to this afternoon if I may ask?” inquired Keon, staring intensely into Janet’s eyes.
Janet felt her face heating up again under this man’s obvious interest in her but managed a wan smile. “Oh Stephen and I are just taking it easy, enjoying our day off. We thought we might walk around a bit and maybe visit some of the shops on Valencia.”
“Ah, yes, this is a charming neighborhood,” agreed Keon, patting Janet’s hand in a casual and friendly manner. “Do you come here often?” Keon peered contemplatively at Janet’s breasts as he spoke.
Stephen couldn’t blame the man for being attracted to his wife, but it annoyed him that the stranger wasn’t being more tactful about it. “Yes, we live right in Dolores Heights,” said Stephen haughtily, taking a sip of his espresso.
“Really?” asks Keon, tearing his eyes away from Janet’s chest to smile brightly at Stephen. “Why so do I, we are neighbors. What street do you live on?”
Stephen clamped his mouth shut tightly in annoyance, but Janet answered eagerly, “We are on Liberty,” she said with friendly grin. She liked this assertive man and got a kick out how jealous he was making her husband. She and Stephen had been married for 15 years and she sometime felt that they took each other too much for granted.
“Ah, well, I am just two blocks over on Hill,” said Keon returning his gaze to Janet. “Small world, isn’t it?”
“Yes it is,” said Janet returning his look warmly. She could sense her husband’s discomfort and it amused her. Maybe it was healthy for Stephen to get a bit jealous now and then and see that his familiar old wife could still generate interest from other men. She picked up Keon’s book familiarly. “And what are you reading here, Keon? Oh, Nietzsche? How erudite of you.”
Stephen sniffed dismissively in spite of himself and Keon turned to him with interest. “Don’t you care for Teutonic philosophers, Stephen?” he asked with a controlled smile. He reached down and placed his hand casually on Janet’s thigh as he looked Stephen steadily in the eyes.
Janet’s heart started racing at this stranger’s bold advance and Stephen was quite taken aback himself. He didn’t know how to object to this man putting his hand on his wife like that. “Uh, it’s just that I haven’t thought much about Nietzsche since reading him in college,” said Stephen, struggling to sound flippant. His stomach was twisted with jealousy and he broke out in a cold sweat.
“Oh? I studied art in college so I never had a chance to read him at that time,” said Keon breezily, squeezing Janet’s thigh for emphasis.
Janet’s ******* was pounding in her ears and her crotch was definitely growing hot as this bold interloper put his hands on her so easily. She put her hand gently on top of his to let him know it was OK for him to touch her. “Are you an artist, then?” she asked him breathily.
“Why yes, yes I am,” said Keon smugly. “I am a painter.”
He was emboldened by Janet’s hand on his and he slide the hem of her dress up and began stroking her inner thigh. Stephen watched helplessly as Keon felt up his wife, but he couldn’t think of a way to broach the topic. His palms grew damp and clammy with anxiety.
“A painter? That’s simply fascinating,” panted Janet as Keon stroked her thigh. She was sure her panties were soaked at this point and her stomach was churning with excitement. “What, uh, style do you paint in?”
“I am a realist, and I have been working on a series of nudes lately,” said Keon.
Keon grabbed Karen’s chair suddenly and slid it back so that he could get a better look at her. Stephen gave a start at how easily Keon flung his wife around, it was an impressive demonstration of strength and it made his ******* run cold.
“As a matter of fact, you would make an excellent model,” said Keon. He looked Janet’s body up and down judiciously. Her cheeks were flushed fetchingly and her dress was bunched up around her waist, showing off her shapely legs.
“Heh, heh, that’s very flattering,” laughed Janet weakly, pulling at the hem of her dress modestly.
“Have you ever been a model?” asked Keon seriously, ignoring Stephen as he squirmed uncomfortably in his seat.
“Oh no, I understand that it’s very demanding to sit for an artist,” said Janet nervously. “I had a girlfriend who did it in college and she said that it’s actually very difficult to sit perfectly still for extended periods of time.”
“Well, your great beauty would make your fidgeting more tolerable,” said Keon raising his nose in the air confidently. Then he clapped his hands together, startling both Janet and Stephen. “I have an idea. Come sit for me this afternoon. It’s just a short walk to my studio.”
“Come now, that’s a bit much isn’t it?” croaked Stephen, finally finding his voice.
“What is?” asked Keon, tilting his head to the side curiously and fixing Stephen with a piercing glare.
Stephen was taken aback by the intensity of this big muscular man. “Err, aren’t you asking my wife to come back and pose, uh,” Stephen stammered and sweat profusely, struggling to get the words out.
“In the nude, yes,” laughed Keon. “That’s the best way to paint the human form, Stephen. Don’t tell me that you are threatened by this idea. How long have you two been married?”
“Fifteen years,” volunteered Janet meekly, intrigued by the idea of stripping nude for this aggressive stranger.
“Well surely, you trust your wife after all this time together,” said Keon with an oily smile.
“Trust her, why, uh, of course I trust her,” sputtered Stephen indignantly. “That’s not the point. It’s just inappropriate for a stranger to propose such a thing. I mean we just met a few minutes ago.”
“I’m sorry, Stephen, you are right. Forgive me, I have the impetuous nature of an artist,” Keon furrowed his brow sympathetically. “And I was struck by your wife’s beauty. Tell me, Janet, what do you think of this idea? Would you like to pose for me?”
Janet cast a guilty look at her husband and giggled nervously. “Well it does pique my curiosity, but my husband seems opposed to the idea.”
“Wait, I am the one opposed to the idea?” exclaimed Stephen in shock. “Are you saying that you would be willing to go off with this strange man who you have just met and take your clothes off for him?” A pair of older women at the next table stopped their conversation and glanced over in amazement in response to Stephen’s loud outburst. He clamped his mouth shut and reddened in embarrassment.
“Stephen, it’s sounds terrible when you phrase it like that,” gasped Janet defensively. “I would be just be sitting for a portrait.”
“Do you have any paintings of Janet right now, Stephen?” asked Keon, sensing his advantage and leaning forward excitedly.
“Well no,” admitted Stephen quietly. “But we could hardly put a nude painting of Janet up on the wall of our living room.”
“Why not?” asked Keon with a laugh. “Your male guest will find it fascinating, I’m sure,” he added, looking Janet up and down lecherously.
“Ahem, yes, quite,” said Stephen, at a loss for words.
“Come along Janet,” said Keon hopping to his feet and holding out his hand to Stephen’s wife. “Your husband will simply love the painting once he sees it. I guarantee it.”
“Well, alright,” said Janet rising hesitantly and looking at her husband beseechingly. “Come on, Stephen, it will be something different to do a Saturday afternoon.”
“You can’t be serious,” said Stephen rising quickly and holding out his hands imploringly.
“Oh, Janet, we can’t bring Stephen along, I’m afraid,” said Keon, sliding his arm around Janet and starting to lead her out of the coffeeshop. “I can’t work with an audience. Especially not a jealous husband.”
“I’m not jealous,” complained Stephen trailing along behind as this man lead his wife out onto the sidewalk.
Keon held up one hand solemnly as he gripped Janet tightly with his other arm. “I’m sorry, Stephen. I really cannot work with people looking over my shoulder. I promise that no harm will come to your lovely wife. I will return her to you later tonight, safe and sound.”
“But, but, but,” stuttered Stephen helplessly.
Janet leaned over and gave her husband a quick peck on the cheek. “Don’t worry honey, I’ll be fine. We need to try new things now and then, we can get into a rut sometimes.”
“A rut?” asked Stephen.
“Nothing worse than a rut,” agreed Keon, leading Janet away.
“Bye, bye, honey,” called Janet over her shoulder as Keon hustled her down the street.
Stephen stood dumbfounded on the sidewalk and waved as this strange man took his wife away.
“I should probably tell you now that I’m not really an artist,” muttered Keon, sliding his hand down to grasp Janet’s buttock is his big strong hand. “I’m a fitness instructor. But since both you and your husband have agreed that should come with me and get naked, I won’t waste the opportunity. I intend to give you a thorough workout.”
“Omigod, you are simply terrible,” laughed Janet in amazement.
“Aren’t I?” he said with a devilish grin, wagging his eyebrows at her suggestively. “I swiped a married woman right away from her husband, totally sober in broad daylight. And now I am going to take this hot mama back to my pad and fuck the ******* out of her. What do you say?”
“Sounds intriguing,” agreed Janet, reaching down to surreptitiously grip the large bulge in Keon’s shorts.
***
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by Gustav Jorgenson
Stephen and Janet were enjoying coffee at their favorite hip coffee shop in the Mission one Saturday afternoon. It was very crowded and the upper class married couple drifted around indecisively with their drinks, looking for a place to sit. A muscular black man in a tank top was sitting alone at a table reading. He looked up and noticed the couple searching for a seat. Then he noticed Janet’s gorgeous hourglass figure and his manhood began to swell slightly. He jumped up and addressed them amicably.
“You folks are welcome to join me,” he told them with a friendly smile, allowing his gaze to wander over Janet’s large breasts, her cleavage shown to good advantage by the plunging neckline of her dress.
Stephen noticed this man ogling his wife’s bosom and hesitated to accept his offer. Janet noticed the stanger’s interest in her chest and was flattered. “That’s very generous of you, thanks,” she said putting her latte down on the table and holding out her hand. “I’m Janet and this is my husband, Stephen.”
“And I am Keon,” said the man. “Charmed, I’m sure.” He took Janet’s hand in his and surprised her by drawing it gently to lips and kissing it lightly. She blushed furiously in response at this brazen move and felt her loins grow warm. Keon had handsome features, with a strong jaw and deep set eyes. His hand was rough and his arms were big but his touch was surprisingly delicate. She glanced guiltily at her husband who raised his eyebrows at her in surprise.
“We don’t want to inconvenience you,” said Stephen stiffly, standing and not putting his coffee down.
“Oh, it’s no inconvenience at all,” said Keon smoothly, gazing placidly at Janet’s breasts. “Your wife is quite easy on the eyes and I won’t mind getting to know her better.” Janet and Stephen exchanged another awkward look but Keon motioned for them both to sit. “Please, sit down, join me,” Keon coaxed, winking at Stephen impishly as he pulled out a chair and seated Janet next to himself.
“Uh, yes, thank you,” said Stephen, taking a seat on the other side of his wife. He was annoyed by this fellow’s flirtatious advances, but it would be rude to refuse to join him at this point.
“So what are you two up to this afternoon if I may ask?” inquired Keon, staring intensely into Janet’s eyes.
Janet felt her face heating up again under this man’s obvious interest in her but managed a wan smile. “Oh Stephen and I are just taking it easy, enjoying our day off. We thought we might walk around a bit and maybe visit some of the shops on Valencia.”
“Ah, yes, this is a charming neighborhood,” agreed Keon, patting Janet’s hand in a casual and friendly manner. “Do you come here often?” Keon peered contemplatively at Janet’s breasts as he spoke.
Stephen couldn’t blame the man for being attracted to his wife, but it annoyed him that the stranger wasn’t being more tactful about it. “Yes, we live right in Dolores Heights,” said Stephen haughtily, taking a sip of his espresso.
“Really?” asks Keon, tearing his eyes away from Janet’s chest to smile brightly at Stephen. “Why so do I, we are neighbors. What street do you live on?”
Stephen clamped his mouth shut tightly in annoyance, but Janet answered eagerly, “We are on Liberty,” she said with friendly grin. She liked this assertive man and got a kick out how jealous he was making her husband. She and Stephen had been married for 15 years and she sometime felt that they took each other too much for granted.
“Ah, well, I am just two blocks over on Hill,” said Keon returning his gaze to Janet. “Small world, isn’t it?”
“Yes it is,” said Janet returning his look warmly. She could sense her husband’s discomfort and it amused her. Maybe it was healthy for Stephen to get a bit jealous now and then and see that his familiar old wife could still generate interest from other men. She picked up Keon’s book familiarly. “And what are you reading here, Keon? Oh, Nietzsche? How erudite of you.”
Stephen sniffed dismissively in spite of himself and Keon turned to him with interest. “Don’t you care for Teutonic philosophers, Stephen?” he asked with a controlled smile. He reached down and placed his hand casually on Janet’s thigh as he looked Stephen steadily in the eyes.
Janet’s heart started racing at this stranger’s bold advance and Stephen was quite taken aback himself. He didn’t know how to object to this man putting his hand on his wife like that. “Uh, it’s just that I haven’t thought much about Nietzsche since reading him in college,” said Stephen, struggling to sound flippant. His stomach was twisted with jealousy and he broke out in a cold sweat.
“Oh? I studied art in college so I never had a chance to read him at that time,” said Keon breezily, squeezing Janet’s thigh for emphasis.
Janet’s ******* was pounding in her ears and her crotch was definitely growing hot as this bold interloper put his hands on her so easily. She put her hand gently on top of his to let him know it was OK for him to touch her. “Are you an artist, then?” she asked him breathily.
“Why yes, yes I am,” said Keon smugly. “I am a painter.”
He was emboldened by Janet’s hand on his and he slide the hem of her dress up and began stroking her inner thigh. Stephen watched helplessly as Keon felt up his wife, but he couldn’t think of a way to broach the topic. His palms grew damp and clammy with anxiety.
“A painter? That’s simply fascinating,” panted Janet as Keon stroked her thigh. She was sure her panties were soaked at this point and her stomach was churning with excitement. “What, uh, style do you paint in?”
“I am a realist, and I have been working on a series of nudes lately,” said Keon.
Keon grabbed Karen’s chair suddenly and slid it back so that he could get a better look at her. Stephen gave a start at how easily Keon flung his wife around, it was an impressive demonstration of strength and it made his ******* run cold.
“As a matter of fact, you would make an excellent model,” said Keon. He looked Janet’s body up and down judiciously. Her cheeks were flushed fetchingly and her dress was bunched up around her waist, showing off her shapely legs.
“Heh, heh, that’s very flattering,” laughed Janet weakly, pulling at the hem of her dress modestly.
“Have you ever been a model?” asked Keon seriously, ignoring Stephen as he squirmed uncomfortably in his seat.
“Oh no, I understand that it’s very demanding to sit for an artist,” said Janet nervously. “I had a girlfriend who did it in college and she said that it’s actually very difficult to sit perfectly still for extended periods of time.”
“Well, your great beauty would make your fidgeting more tolerable,” said Keon raising his nose in the air confidently. Then he clapped his hands together, startling both Janet and Stephen. “I have an idea. Come sit for me this afternoon. It’s just a short walk to my studio.”
“Come now, that’s a bit much isn’t it?” croaked Stephen, finally finding his voice.
“What is?” asked Keon, tilting his head to the side curiously and fixing Stephen with a piercing glare.
Stephen was taken aback by the intensity of this big muscular man. “Err, aren’t you asking my wife to come back and pose, uh,” Stephen stammered and sweat profusely, struggling to get the words out.
“In the nude, yes,” laughed Keon. “That’s the best way to paint the human form, Stephen. Don’t tell me that you are threatened by this idea. How long have you two been married?”
“Fifteen years,” volunteered Janet meekly, intrigued by the idea of stripping nude for this aggressive stranger.
“Well surely, you trust your wife after all this time together,” said Keon with an oily smile.
“Trust her, why, uh, of course I trust her,” sputtered Stephen indignantly. “That’s not the point. It’s just inappropriate for a stranger to propose such a thing. I mean we just met a few minutes ago.”
“I’m sorry, Stephen, you are right. Forgive me, I have the impetuous nature of an artist,” Keon furrowed his brow sympathetically. “And I was struck by your wife’s beauty. Tell me, Janet, what do you think of this idea? Would you like to pose for me?”
Janet cast a guilty look at her husband and giggled nervously. “Well it does pique my curiosity, but my husband seems opposed to the idea.”
“Wait, I am the one opposed to the idea?” exclaimed Stephen in shock. “Are you saying that you would be willing to go off with this strange man who you have just met and take your clothes off for him?” A pair of older women at the next table stopped their conversation and glanced over in amazement in response to Stephen’s loud outburst. He clamped his mouth shut and reddened in embarrassment.
“Stephen, it’s sounds terrible when you phrase it like that,” gasped Janet defensively. “I would be just be sitting for a portrait.”
“Do you have any paintings of Janet right now, Stephen?” asked Keon, sensing his advantage and leaning forward excitedly.
“Well no,” admitted Stephen quietly. “But we could hardly put a nude painting of Janet up on the wall of our living room.”
“Why not?” asked Keon with a laugh. “Your male guest will find it fascinating, I’m sure,” he added, looking Janet up and down lecherously.
“Ahem, yes, quite,” said Stephen, at a loss for words.
“Come along Janet,” said Keon hopping to his feet and holding out his hand to Stephen’s wife. “Your husband will simply love the painting once he sees it. I guarantee it.”
“Well, alright,” said Janet rising hesitantly and looking at her husband beseechingly. “Come on, Stephen, it will be something different to do a Saturday afternoon.”
“You can’t be serious,” said Stephen rising quickly and holding out his hands imploringly.
“Oh, Janet, we can’t bring Stephen along, I’m afraid,” said Keon, sliding his arm around Janet and starting to lead her out of the coffeeshop. “I can’t work with an audience. Especially not a jealous husband.”
“I’m not jealous,” complained Stephen trailing along behind as this man lead his wife out onto the sidewalk.
Keon held up one hand solemnly as he gripped Janet tightly with his other arm. “I’m sorry, Stephen. I really cannot work with people looking over my shoulder. I promise that no harm will come to your lovely wife. I will return her to you later tonight, safe and sound.”
“But, but, but,” stuttered Stephen helplessly.
Janet leaned over and gave her husband a quick peck on the cheek. “Don’t worry honey, I’ll be fine. We need to try new things now and then, we can get into a rut sometimes.”
“A rut?” asked Stephen.
“Nothing worse than a rut,” agreed Keon, leading Janet away.
“Bye, bye, honey,” called Janet over her shoulder as Keon hustled her down the street.
Stephen stood dumbfounded on the sidewalk and waved as this strange man took his wife away.
“I should probably tell you now that I’m not really an artist,” muttered Keon, sliding his hand down to grasp Janet’s buttock is his big strong hand. “I’m a fitness instructor. But since both you and your husband have agreed that should come with me and get naked, I won’t waste the opportunity. I intend to give you a thorough workout.”
“Omigod, you are simply terrible,” laughed Janet in amazement.
“Aren’t I?” he said with a devilish grin, wagging his eyebrows at her suggestively. “I swiped a married woman right away from her husband, totally sober in broad daylight. And now I am going to take this hot mama back to my pad and fuck the ******* out of her. What do you say?”
“Sounds intriguing,” agreed Janet, reaching down to surreptitiously grip the large bulge in Keon’s shorts.
***
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