We were in this obscure art gallery in Paris, my wife loves art, me not so much, but we were in Paris so I went along with her wishes. The building rambled on and on, display after display, I figured out that the difference between a museum and a gallery, a gallery has price tags. We had not seen any other patrons in a while and I was wondering if we could find our way out of the place.
My wife was studying an fairly sexy nude sculpture and I said how about I take a pic of you nude in the same pose. She looked at me like I was the insane pervert I am, but then she got a wicked smile and said "Ok, but just topless, and use my camera, it's got B&W film and I can develop it myself". She quickly stripped off her blouse and bra, posed next to the sculpture and I took a few shots". Very hot, she got dressed again.
Then I put her hand on my hard-on, "It would be really cool if we could say we had sex in a Paris art gallery". She didn't say no, she reached under her skirt, handed me her panties and leaned against a bench, "hurry up before someone comes (beside me I guess)". So we did it, I entered her from behind, I only got about 3 minutes worth before she said she thought she heard footsteps and made me stop. But we had added that gallery to our resume.
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