The Lingerie Model Teacher

In the small woods late at night, I wore a blindfold, blushing and hesitating.

"Honey, is... is anyone here? I... I feel like someone's watching me."

"No one..." My husband embraced me from behind, gently kissing my neck.

He slowly lifted my skirt, revealing my smooth, pale body.

Then I felt another tall, strong figure approach me.

He supported my legs, and together with my husband, they lifted me up.

My husband reached out and tore off my blindfold.

I discovered five strong men surrounding me.

"Ah... this is so embarrassing." I instinctively covered my face, trapped between them.

My name is Emma Anderson.

I am a dance teacher.

To increase my income, six months ago I opened an online store selling women's lingerie.

But the photos provided by the brand were too plain.

The models weren't pretty enough, and their figures weren't as good as mine.

Especially when many online stores sold the same products, it was hard to stand out.

My husband, who loves photography, suggested I model myself.

He would take some creative photos to attract customers.

I still remember the first shoot was for a lace thong.

Originally, I wanted to wear a sheer layer over it.

But my husband firmly objected.

"Women buy this lingerie to seduce men, right? If you cover it up, we can't capture that alluring effect."

Finally, I gave in and followed his idea.

Unexpectedly, those thongs sold extremely well.

In just a few days, we sold over two thousand pieces, earning nearly ten thousand dollars.

After that, my husband became unstoppable.

Not only did the photos become sexier, but he also created many VIP groups.

He showed exclusive clients the unique appeal of the lingerie.

He even gave my worn thongs to those big clients.

As a woman, I understood those men didn't just want lingerie.

They desired my body.

But I didn't mind their intentions.

It proved I was attractive.

As long as I kept my legs closed, no one could get a taste.

However, competitors soon emerged.

Their photos were more provocative and explicit.

They even featured male models in outdoor intimate interactions.

So, my husband decided to shoot outdoors too.

That night, he drove me to a suburban park.

I changed into lingerie.

He brought a flashlight, tripod, some silicone props, and the camera.

We followed a narrow path into the woods.

After about a hundred meters, a sudden white flash appeared ahead.

Then another, with faint voices of a man and woman.

Someone was there!

We quietly moved forward.

A young couple was naked, taking photos.

With each flash, the woman changed poses.

They were from the exhibitionism community, shooting nude outdoors.

My curiosity grew.

I took a few steps closer, wanting to see how they played.

But after two steps, I stepped on a dry twig, making a sound.

The couple was startled.

"Who's there?"

In the starlight, I saw the woman crouch down, curling into a ball.

My husband tried to ease the tension, stepping forward.

"Sorry to disturb you. We're here to take photos too."

A flashlight beam shot from the man's position, landing on me.

"Ah! Don't shine it on me!" I was only wearing lingerie.

I quickly hid behind my husband, gripping his arm tightly.

The man turned off the flashlight.

After a moment of silence, he asked, "I see you have a tripod. Planning to take photos together?"

"Yes!"

"That's troublesome. How about we help each other take photos?"

"Sure!" My husband agreed readily.

The woman became agitated, shaking the man's arm.

"You want others to watch us? No way!"

The man pulled her aside, whispering.

I faintly heard, "Our own camera... be good..."

After a moment, the man returned.