She is his muse and the only woman he allows to model for him.
She clearly has his attentions and feels beautiful in his gaze and trusts he sees her in the most positive way. Together, stretched across the bed with ankles intertwined and sheets wet with her scent, they select photos and alter them and share with hopes to elicit responses and commentary.
Exhibitionists of the most loving kind, he feeds her mind with positives and she feeds his by modeling what he wishes to see her wear…or not wear.
It’s all about the exchange… whatever the gift is, it is given with openness, uninhibited because of trust and a willingness to give pleasure in whatever way pleases the other.
And with the incoming breathy responses her confidence continues to grow and his boldness and desire increases, and together, they find such peace and reward in the joining.
How trusting she was to model the French lingerie he bought for her. She willingly snapped the photo, sent it along to distract him during meetings or early in the dawn when she texted her daily good morning to him. He was the type to tell her which panties to wear each day- maybe the thong or the red silk, often the lovely white sheer ones with gold embroidery. And sometimes, none.