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When we were first married, one of our close friends owned an advertising company.

One of his endeavors was to publish a monthly magazine that featured local businesses. He would sell the ads, put together and print the magazine, then distribute them to the local hotels, motels, and bars, targeting visiting business men and women.

He often used my wife as a model. They’d usually shoot a series of photos in the establishment and they’d write up a review of the business, their products and services.

Several times the magazine featured a bar or club and my wife would be wearing something sexy to give the impression that this would be a good place to score a pickup.

On occasion, by special request, there would be some “special” pictures shot for the establishment. At first it was just a few photos of my wife showing a lot more cleavage or upper leg, but over time, it evolved to topless (most of the time it was a back view or at most a side boob). Eventually there were a few of his clients who wanted totally nude photos.

These “special photos” could be printed in the regular magazine by simply exchanging the “hot” ones where the “not” ones were. There was also a magazine that featured the “adult” nightlife scene for those travelers who were looking for that type of thing.

These “special editions were usually handed out to business men traveling alone. It wasn’t geared to a wide distribution.

I always loved looking at these magazines that had photos of my wife. In the “G” rated version she was just a lovely face that complimented the article. In the “R” rated edition she teased almost to the point of showing just a bit here and there. In the “X” rated version, she showed full on tits and pussy, but no spread open shots.

What I really loved about my wife doing this was when she would go to the customer’s location and she’d do a naked series of photos, there would be our friend, his photographer, usually 1 or 2 assistants, the owner of the establishment with at least 3 or 4 of his crew and sometimes a few of his friends just to see the photoshoot. My wife would strip naked and they would shoot for at least an hour. She’d be the only woman there and the only one naked.

My wife would tell me how excited she’d get being naked in front of all the men. Outwardly she’d appear calm, like a professional model, but she’d tell me that felt more exposed and vulnerable when I wasn’t there. She also added that she would get more excited being naked without the extra layer of protection.