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 ï>¿Jessica The Newbie Reporter By potatoHead42

   JESSICA THE NEWBIE REPORTER CH.  01

   The redhead Jess starts a sexy job at WinstonTV.

   May 1991

   30 years before the Naive Teacher series

   *****

   May 3rd, Friday

   "Willy!  I got it!" the strawberry-blonde woman says, bursting through
the front door of the cramped 2-bedroom apartment.

   A curly-haired man jumps from the cheap and stained couch, startled.

   "You scared the socks out of me, hon!" Willy exclaims.  "What did you
get?"

   She proudly juts her sizable chest, "My chance to be famous!"

   Willy can't help but admire his beautiful wife.  He opens a wide smile.

   "I knew it!  Congratulations!" the curly-haired husband says.

   "Thanks!" She jumps giddily, and her 36C breasts bounce enticingly. 
"Let's get celebrate tonight!"

   "You deserve it, hon!" Willy encourages her, eyeing her boobies.

   "Finally!" she exclaims, throwing her hands up and plopping down on the
run-down couch.  "Ahhh!  I just want to get wasted now!" she shouts,
unleashing her energy.

   Willy's eyes widen, realizing something.  He worriedly whispers, "Shhh!
Paul is aslee-"

   But it's too late; they are interrupted by crying.

   "Oops!" She giggles, putting a hand over her mouth.

   Willy's heart flutters, as his wife is the most adorable thing in the
world.  He smiles at her.

   "What's this opportunity, honey?" he asks, standing and suppressing a
giggle.

   She blushes, "It's a bit weird, but it's a start..." she says shyly as
Willy walks toward their child's bedroom.

   "Oh?" He turns, curious about what she means.

   "Hmm...  It's on a tiny local affiliate station called WinstonTV." She
shrugs, "Never heard of it."

   "Me neither, but I guess it's a chance." Willy smiles, and the
strawberry-blonde nods.  "I'm still proud of you," he adds before entering
the room with the crying child.

   *****

   Background

   Jessica "Jess" Bottoms grew up in a small town in the Midwestern USA. 
By the last census, her hometown had 7,469 people.  Nice.

   Jess grew up in a religious and conservative family but was never shy or
introverted.  Au contraire, Jess was a cheerleader and one of the most
popular girls in her school.  She was surprisingly bright and had big
dreams of becoming a news anchor on national television.

   During high school, she started dating the Lacrosse team Captain, Wilson
Russet, a handsome and well-built teen that every girl fawn over.  Jess was
proud to have gotten Wilson's attention and vowed from that moment on to
never let him go.

   The high-school sweethearts married right after graduation, and Wilson
quickly started working at his father's insurance company.  Excelling at
school, Jess, now Jessica Russet, went to college and at the same time
began working a part-time job at a local TV station on the news division.

   Being from strict families, the couple waited until marriage to have
sexual relations.  Their first night was perfect, and they were head over
heels for each other.  Wilson's penis was initially shocking since it was
the first one she ever saw, but Jess also fell in love with it.  She
affectionately started calling her new husband Willy due to her fascination
with his phallus (Willy's Willy, as she liked to say, giggling).  Only a
handful of years later did she find out how the nickname was fittingly
appropriate.

   After graduating from college, Jess got a full-time job at the local
station.  So far, she was only written some news reports and helped produce
the field segments.  She longed for a chance to appear on air.

   Jess got pregnant with Paul, their sweet curly-haired boy, not six
months later.

   Unfortunately for the couple, Wilson's father sold his insurance company
a year after their son was born.  Willy's department got stuck in the
endless mediocrity of middle America office jobs.

   *****

   Before Jess' uplifting news, our couple was not doing so hot.

   Wilson is 26 years old and still struggling with the average office job
that he hates.  He is 5'10" ft tall, has brown curly hair, and is handsome
and well-built (from his Lacrosse days and daily workouts).  The ladies
still fawn over him, but he is madly in love with Jess, his rock, whom he
affectionately sometimes calls "Bottoms" per her maiden name.  Willy is
gullible, naive, and a bit on the dumb side, and he trusts his wife
completely.

   Jess is also 26, 5'4" ft tall, with strawberry-blonde hair, a hot
cheerleader body with an ample butt, which many say that's her best asset
and delicious 36C firm tits.  She also religiously exercises.  The pretty
redhead is curious, driven, and wants to get ahead in life for her son
Paul, who is 2 years old.  Like her husband, Jess is sexually inexperienced
and has never kissed or been with anyone else.

   This is where we return to our protagonists.

   *****

   Back to Present

   After putting their son back to sleep, the young couple sits on their
2-seat kitchen table, eating dinner and discussing Jess' new job.

   "So, how did you find out?" Wilson asks, munching on some bread.

   "Frank told me!" the reporter-to-be replies.  Frank is her current boss.
He is a tall and skinny black man in his 50s.

   "Woah.  Is Monica coming too?" the curly-haired man asks.  Monica is
Jess' colleague, and they are good friends but also have a soft work
rivalry.  The raven-haired beauty might appear in future chapters.

   "No, just me.  Thank the Lord," Jessica says with relief.

   "That's good." Her husband tries to encourage her, "It's a great chance
for you to shine, honey."

   "I'm excited," she admits.

   They continue eating for a bit, discussing how massive this opportunity
is for their future.  How much better things can get.

   "I've never heard of this channel," Willy says, serving himself more
food.

   "It's super tiny.  Like the town has 200 people," Jess explains.  "So,
nobody is going to watch it."

   "At least it's an opportunity.  Wait...  town?" the handsome man asks.

   "Yeah, Winstonstead or something like that," the strawberry-blonde
shrugs, her sexy breasts jiggling.

   "Oh!" Willy exclaims.

   "You know it?" she asks curiously.

   "I...  uh...  I heard of it.  It's like a hick place not far from here.
Thirty minutes," he says as if changing subjects.

   "That's good!  I will have to go there twice a week, Tuesday and
Thursday.  But I don't know much beyond that," the hot wife replies.

   His eyes widen for a second, and he bites his tongue.  "Hmm," he
mutters, nodding and shoving more food in his mouth.

   Jess looks at him skeptically.  She squints, "Willy...  I feel like
there is something you're not telling me."

   "Well...  it's nothing," he dismisses, but he seems worried nonetheless.

   "What is it?" Jessica insists.  She needs to know if something is wrong
with her new workplace.

   "Don't worry, just a stupid rumor," the curly-haired man says.  He
laughs forcefully, "From the guys..."

   "Please tell me, silly," she says, squeezing his hand softly.

   Wilson feels a tingle down his body.  The handsome man knows he can't
say no to his wife, but she usually is skeptical of these things.  "Don't
laugh, okay?" He grimaces.

   She assures him, "I won't, babe."

   "There are rumors that the town is extremely perverted, and they're all
part of a devil-worshipping sex cult!" he whispers, almost like he fears
them.

   Jessica almost chokes on her water.  She guffaws, unable to hold back.

   Willy frowns.  "Bottoms!  You said you weren't going to laugh!"

   "Ah...  Sorry, baby," she says, recovering.  "But that's just
ridiculous!"

   "I don't know..." he mumbles, unsure.

   "You really think there is a sex cult so close to us?" Jess throws her
hands up, "It's 1991!"

   "Shh...  Paul..." her husband says, and she nods.  "And you never know."

   "Of course not, silly." She shakes her head, chuckling, "You're
adorable."

   Willy shrugs, continuing to eat his food.

   *****

   As they relax on their old couch, Willy's mind wanders, and he starts
thinking about sex.  He decides to bite the bullet.

   "Bottoms, can we...  fool around?" he asks, pumping his eyebrows
suggestively.

   Jess playfully slaps his arm, "Oh, Willy!  You naughty boy."

   "Come on, let's celebrate your achievement!" the handsome man insists.

   Jessica's heart melts a little, but sex does not interest her, so she
tends to avoid it as much as possible.  She looks toward her son's bedroom,
"Paul can wake up any second..."

   Wilson pleads, "But it has been months since we had any relations. 
Please?"

   Jess sights and knows that she can't avoid her husband this time.  She
loves Willy wholeheartedly, but sex always feels dull and empty.  A duty
more than anything.  She decides to play it up this time.

   "Um-hmm..." she purrs, approaching her man and cuddling against his arm.
Her 36C tits rub against him, and she notices Willy's little guy awakening.

   "So, let's go to the bedroom?" the horny husband proposes, standing up.

   "Sure, babe.  But I won't take my undies off, and you have to wear a
condom," Jess says with a grave tone.

   He frowns, "Ugh...  do I have to?" he complains.

   "I'm not on the pill, and we can't afford another Paul," she says
thoughtfully.  She approaches him, leans against his chest, and looks at
her partner in his brown eyes.  "I got you the extra-small ones that fit
you better."

   Wilson winces at the mention of his size.  At least the extra-small ones
fit him snugly.  "All right," he agrees.  Any sex with his smoking-hot wife
is better than no sex.

   "They're in the drawer." Jessica stands up and walks to the bedroom. 
She turns and bites her bottom lip seductively, "Show me how it's done,
baby...."

   "Your wish is my command!" he says, pulling his pajamas down along with
his tighty-whities.  His 3.5"-inch penis springs up, hard as a rock.  His
diminutive size looks silly on his well-built and toned frame.

   "Eek!  Willy!" Jess giggles, running to the bedroom.  Her bubble butt
jiggles erotically under her pajamas.

   The handsome man roars playfully and runs after his curvy wife.

   *****

   May 7th, Tuesday

   Jessica stands by the front door, wearing a long green blouse, a black
knee-length skirt, dark pantyhose, and short black heels.  Her
strawberry-blonde hair is tied in a loose ponytail, and she has minimal
makeup.  She looks beautiful and professional, although her outfit can't
entirely hide her large butt and great tits.

   "I'm nervous, Willy," Jess confesses, caressing her son's hair.

   Her husband reassures her, "Don't worry, honey.  You're going to do
great."

   "Hopefully.  You know what to do?" she asks.

   "I'll take Paul to your mom's and pick him up after work.  Easy!" he
repeats for the seventh time that week.

   She sighs, relieved.  "Good, good.  I should go," the redhead says,
looking at the cheap clock on the living room wall.

   "Knock 'em dead, Bottoms," Wilson says.

   Jess hugs and kisses her husband.  "I love you, Willy."

   "We love you too!" he replies with a grin as he and Paul wave her
goodbye.

   *****

   At WinstonTV

   The newbie reporter enters a medium-sized tastefully-decorated private
office.  A man stands up and comes to greet her.  He is tall, about 6'2''
tall, fit, elegant, and seems to be in his mid-forties.

   "Welcome, Jessica.  I am Edgar Winston-Phillips, WinstonTV's president,"
the man says, giving her a firm handshake.

   Jess's heart flutters a little.  He seems more sophisticated than anyone
she has ever met.  "Hi, it's nice to meet you," the strawberry-blonde
blurts out, obviously nervous.

   "Phewwww...  they did not lie.  You are a beauty.  And hot.  It is great
to have you on board," Edgar says with a broad, pearly white smile.

   She blushes.  "Thank you, Mr.  Winston-Phillips."

   "Please, call me Edgar," he says assuredly.

   "Thank you, Edgar," she repeats, her heart beating fast.

   He opens his arms, "Good.  Now, give me a hug.  It is customary in
Winston."

   "Oh..." Jessica replies, taken aback.  She quickly composes herself; she
remembers her goal of being a national news anchor.  "Yes, of course!"

   The fit redhead hugs the tall man.  She can't help but smell his
cologne, a masculine and musky scene.  For some reason, she feels her pussy
twitch.

   She notices that his hands seem unnecessarily tight around her.  It's
making her a bit uncomfortable, but he releases her before she can say
anything.

   "We will not work together very much, as I am responsible for everything
around here, but know that you can come to me with any concern or worries,"
Edgar smiles gallantly, making Jess swoon.

   "That s-sounds good," she croaks, her heart thumping.

   He returns to his chair.  "I expect great things, young lady," the
president adds.

   "Of course, sir- Edgar." Jess quickly corrects herself.  The
sophisticated man nods, pleased.

   There is a knock on the door, and an odd man enters.  He seems to be in
his mid-30s, almost the same height as Jessica, about 5'6", sloppily
overweight, and has balding black hair.  Maybe he could've been moderately
good-looking in another life if he only cared for himself.

   "Oh, nifty timing, Jack.  Jessica, meet Jack Stone.  He will be your
producer and boss," Edgar introduces.

   "Hello.  It's nice to meet you, Jessica," Jack says, opening his arms
for a hug.  She submissively hugs the fat man.  It feels like hugging a
large cushion.  She quickly breaks the hug.  "May I call you Pumpkin?" the
producer asks.

   Jess stammers awkwardly, "I..."

   "What a great nickname!" the president interrupts her.  "Jack here is
always calling people by monikers."

   Jessica glances at her boss's boss and swallows her complaint.  This is
for her son, she tells herself.  "Uhh...  yes...  you may, Mr.  Stone," the
strawberry-blonde replies.

   Mr.  Winston-Phillips looks at his watch.  "So, here is where I leave
you, Jessica.  Jack can show the ropes and explain everything," he says,
ending their meeting.

   "Thank you so much, Mis-err...  Edgar.  I won't let you know," Jess
promises.

   "Fantastic.  I have things to attend to now," the network president
says, making a 'shoo' gesture.

   Jack Stone opens the front door, "Let's go, Pumpkin!"

   *Slap*

   As she passes, the overweight man smacks Jessica lightly on her
skirt-clad bubble butt.

   "*Gasp*!" she exclaims, unable to hold back.  The newbie looks back, and
the sophisticated network president is staring at her.  Almost as if
judging her next move.  She tells herself that his attitude is typical at
this kind of job.

   Jess nods shyly and continues walking as if nothing happened.

   'It's just how things are,' she reasons in her head, thinking of Willy
and her son, Paul, back home.

   *****

   Jack shows her around the office, and they finally reach her cubicle

   The fat, balding man shows her to a large U-shaped table with a computer
and a TV monitor.  "Here you are, your own cubicle," he says, pointing to a
partition that says 'Jessica Russet - Temp Reporter - Saturday Team'.

   "That's great," she says, admiring her new space.  Her tummy bubbles,
finally realizing this is a real opportunity.

   "And this is Sandy-boy," Jack says, pointing to a young man in the
cubicle adjacent to hers.

   "Hey, I'm Alexander Riviere, but my friends call me Sander," he says,
standing up.  He is handsome, 5'10" tall, 18 years old, with coiffed-back
sand-colored hair.  He is wearing a dress shirt and dress pants and has a
smarmy look on his face.

   "He's going to be your cameraman.  You'll be glued to each other during
the shoots," Jack explains.

   The newbie reporter smiles, "Oh...  Nice to meet you, Sander.  I'm
Jessica Russet."

   "Hello, Ma'am," the boy says politely.

   The redhead giggles endearingly.  "I'm no Madam.  Just barely older than
you.  Call me Jess."

   Sander gives her a thumbs-up.  "Got it, Miss Jess."

   "Just Jess.  And I'm married, so it would've been Mrs.," she points out.

   "That's too bad, Just Jess," the cameraman says flirtatiously.  The
busty mother blushes.

   Jack interrupts them.  "Enough flirting, you two...  we got a job to
do!"

   Jessica blushes.  "We weren't..."

   "Please sit down.  Let me explain how this will work," the fat producer
says, pulling over a chair.  "I sit just on the other side," he adds.

   Jess nods and sits on her own chair.  She feels all fuzzy inside,
knowing this is actually happening.

   "We have tons of stuff to record tomorrow," Jack says seriously.

   "Already!?" the busty woman blurts out, surprised.

   Sander nods.  "Yup.  We're a small crew.  Just us three."

   "So, no time to waste.  We're one woman down.  Sandy-boy, pull up the
footage.  Let me explain about the Saucy Saturdays," the overweight
producer says.

   *****

   Night - Back Home

   Jessica explains to her husband how her work duties will function.  They
will prepare two segments on Tuesdays and then record them on Thursdays. 
Jack and Sander will edit the shoots on Fridays, and the segments will air
on Saturdays.

   The first segment is family-friendly and will air two times during the
day, once at the Lunch News and another at the 8PM News.

   However, the second segment...

   "Well," Jess stammers.  "It's a local program called Saucy Saturdays and
airs at 9pm."

   "Huh, what a weird name," Willy says skeptically.

   "It's an adult segment," she says nonchalantly.

   His eyes widen.  "Adult?  What does that even mean?"

   "Eighteen plus only," she explains vaguely.

   Wilson's eyes almost pop out of their sockets.  "What?  It's like... 
naughty?" he asks, whispering the last word.

   Jess dismisses, "A bit..."

   "What the heck, Bottoms!" the curly-haired man exclaims, standing up.

   She pulls him back down.  "Don't worry, silly, they showed me a few
clips.  It's all just good fun."

   "Why is it adults-only then?" Willy asks suspiciously.

   "Well...  there might be some nudity," the wife replies casually.

   "Nudity!?!?" he shouts, standing up again.

   Jess pulls his arm, "Shh...  Paul is asleep," she points out.  He nods
and sits back down.  "The nudity is blurred or censored.  So it's mostly
adult because of the themes," she downplays.

   "You're getting naked, hon?" Willy asks, his eyes wide as saucers.

   Trying to calm him down, she replies, "Not really...  depends on what's
going on."

   "What do you mean?" her naive husband asks.

   "Like...  this week, I'll be trying some pajamas for a new collection of
the shop in town," Jess explains.

   The curly-haired man squints, "Oh, what's the adult part?"

   "Maybe I'll have to show up in a tiny outfit or my undies," she replies.

   "Ughh," Willy mutters, feeling conflicted about the idea of his darling
and beautiful wife showing skin on the TV.

   "Don't worry, nobody we know is going to watch it," Jess says, playing
it down.  "It doesn't air here, so they can't."

   "I know..." the gullible husband mumbles.

   "I have to do this.  It's my dream.  Please?" she asks, her dark green
eyes sparkling.

   "I don't like this, Bottoms," Willy says, unable to deny her.

   She insists.  "But it's my shot to make it.  I'll be on Prime Time!"

   "Almost naked..." he mutters, displeased.

   Jess holds his hands.  "Nobody is going to see it, silly.  After this,
who knows where I can go!  I'll have field reporter experience under my
skirt," she says passionately.

   "Still...  you'll have tons of guys watching you seeing you in your
undies or something," Willy says.

   "Yeah, but we don't know them, and they don't know us.  It's a hick
town!" the busty redhead points out.

   "Uhhh..." her husband mutters, trying to process things.

   "You know this is important to me.  And a great opportunity for our
future," Jessica reasons.

   Wilson agrees, "I know."

   "You want to stop working at that dead-end job.  It's our chance," the
hot wife says convincingly.

   He is unable to argue with her.  "You know I worry," he says.

   "Don't worry, babe.  I'll be careful.  Nothing is going to happen. 
Pretty please?" she asks with a beautiful smile that melts his heart and
stirs his prick.

   The handsome, curly-haired man smiles.  "All right, Bottoms.  I trust
you."

   "Yay!" Jess squeals, hugging her partner.  "Thanks, Willy."

   "I love you, honey," Willy says, knowing he is lucky to have her.

   "Love you too, baby," Jess replies, happy to have such a supportive
husband.

   *****

   May 9th, Thursday

   Willy paces nervously around the living room.

   'Bottoms is late...  she should be home by now...  I hope everything is
okay...' he thinks.

   The curly-haired husband is great at sports and decent at his job.  He
is excellent at selling things to people since he is so handsome, although
not very smart.  Getting together with Jess so early in his teens saved
him, as he could rely on her to take care of some of the difficult
decisions.

   Don't get it wrong; Willy is no pushover.  He is pretty assertive at
work, but Jessica is his weak point.

   'I wonder if the guys are taking advantage of her...  no...  I trust
her. She always knows what she's doing.  We only got so far because of her.
I love her so much.' he considers.

   Suddenly, the front door opens, and Jessica comes in.  Paul runs toward
his mother and hugs her.

   'She is extremely flushed...  I wonder if something happened?' he
questions.

   She plops on the worn-down couch after cuddling her son and putting him
on his playpen.  Her round and firm boobs jiggle alluringly.

   "Hi, honey.  How was it?  Everything okay?" Wilson asks, trying to be
supportive.

   "It was tough.  Unexpected...  but fun," Jess says, not going into
details.

   "What do you mean?" the curly-haired husband asks.

   The redhead closes her eyes.  "Way more hard work than I anticipated. 
I'm exhausted!" she complains.

   Trying to play it cool, he asks, "How was the recording?"

   "The first one was fun.  I reported on a future town festival in a few
weeks.  I interviewed the Mayor about it!" she says excitedly.

   "Wow!  The Mayor!" Willy says, impressed.

   "Yeah, he asked me to call him Dick!" Jessica laughs.  Her laughter is
warm and cozy to Willy's ears.  "Mayor Dick!  That town's a hoot!"

   "That sounds funny.  Glad it was good," he says, happy for his wife.

   "Couldn't have asked for a better first recording.  The team is great,"
the strawberry-blonde says.

   Willy can't contain himself.  "And...  the second?" he asks, almost
whispering.

   "Oh...  that's what you want to know about?  Naughty boy," Jess says
coquettishly.

   He's taken aback.  "I..." he stammers.  'Bottoms is acting oddly...' he
thinks.

   But Jess starts giggling.  Willy joins her, unable to contain himself.

   "Relax, silly.  I'm just teasing you," she says, wiping her tears.

   "You got me, Bottoms," he admits.  "So, how was it?" he asks curiously.

   "Great!  I went to the clothes shop and tried a few pajamas and things
like that," Jessica explains.

   He fidgets nervously.  "Were they....  sexy?" he asks.

   "Nothing much, you'll see Saturday," the beautiful redhead says.

   The gullible husband gulps.  "How?  I thought it didn't air here."

   "I got a special tiny antenna from Jack," she elaborates, pulling a
device from a plastic bag.

   Willy frowns.  "Jack?" he asks, disliking how Jess said his name so
intimately.

   "Yeah, my boss.  Jack Stone.  The show's producer," Jess says with a
smile.

   "Ah," Wilson mumbles.  There is silence for a few seconds, a remaining
elephant in the room.  "So, nothing weird happened?"

   She assures him again, "Nothing much.  But it was fun!  I hope every
week can be this thrilling.  You'll like it."

   Willy nods, relieved and excited to see his wife's television debut in a
couple days.

   *****

   May 11th, Saturday

   The young married couple watches Jessica's first appearance on TV at the
WinstonTV's Lunch News.  It was a quick 5-minute segment, but exciting
nonetheless.

   "Bottoms!  You were amazing!" Willy says, mind-blown by his wife's
astounding performance.

   Jess beams, "Thanks, babe."

   "I'm so proud of you," the curly-haired man says.  Paul whines.  "We are
so proud of you!" he corrects.

   "Hopefully, this is my big break," the strawberry-blonde says
optimistically.

   "It will be.  We believe in you," Willy declares happily.

   Later that day, they watch the repeat airing of her report on the
WinstonTV's 8PM News program.  They put their son to bed and then sit on
the couch with some wine to watch the adult segment.

   Willy gulps anxiously.  His heart is pounding.  He glances at his wife,
and she looks relaxed and happy.  This relaxes the naive man.

   On the TV, the local news anchor announces the next segment.

   The scene cuts to a shot of Jessica's whole body.  She is holding a pink
microphone and standing in front of a store.

   [[ "Hello, Winstonstead!  I'm Jessica Russet, the new reporter for
WinstonTV," Jessica announces.  She smiles, "And I'll be your host for the
long-awaited return of Saucy Saturdays!" ]]

   TV Jessica is wearing a nice tan jacket, a black button-up blouse, a
beige skirt, dark stockings, and dark heels.  Combined with her
professionally-done makeup and long strawberry-blonde hair, she looks
incredibly sexy, almost like a movie star.

   [[ "Today, we're in front of Archer Sleepwear and Lingerie.  They have a
new summer collection I will try for your delight at home," she winks
seductively at the camera.  ]]

   "Wow..." Willy mutters, astounded at how completely different his wife's
TV persona is from the everyday Jess.  'It's just for TV, right?' the
thought pops in his head.

   Next to him, his wife smiles cockily, knowing she knocked it out of the
park.

   [[ "Let's go in!" Reporter Jessica says.  ]]

   The scene cuts to Jessica next to the store's owner.  It's an older
male, and he starts explaining their new summer collection.  He shows off
the pieces to the camera and mentions the new sleepwear and all kinds of
Lingerie, including very skimpy ones.

   "Wait, Lingerie?!" Willy blurts out.

   Jess chastises her husband, "Shh!  I didn't try them this week.  Now,
pay attention, silly."

   [[ "Let's try the first pajamas on!" the redhead reporter announces. 
She grabs the garment and makes her way to the fitting rooms.  As she
enters, the camera follows her.  "Oh, you're following me in here?" she
asks, not expecting that.  She composes herself and grins mischievously, "I
guess that's to be expected." ]]

   Wilson's jaw falls.  He can't believe Jess is about to change her
clothes on TV.  'She won't...  right?  It's been months since I've seen
her...' he thinks, distressed.  His penis, however, stirs at the idea.

   Jess notices her husband's state.  "Relax, babe.  I'm keeping my undies
for this one," she says.

   "Ah...  okay..." he mutters, slightly relieved.  He didn't quite catch
what his wife said at the end.

   [[ [[ On TV, Jessica removes her tan jacket and places it on the hanger.

   "Can you just excuse me for a moment, Sander?" Jessica asks the
cameraman.

   The cameraman's voice answers, "There's nothing to be embarrassed,
Jessica.  Here, let me show you," he says, and a zipping sound can be
heard.

   "Eeek!  You're not wearing underwear!" the redhead reporter exclaims,
looking at the man and turning crimson red.

   A young voice replies, "I like to free-ball."

   "Gross, get that thing out of here," she says weakly, clearly staring
downward toward where his dick would be.

   "Don't pretend you're not impressed, Jessica," the cameraman says
cockily.

   She doesn't break eye contact with his supposed prick.  "No!  Put that
big thing away.  You made your point," she insists.

   We hear rustling and zipping sounds.  Then, sighing, TV Jessica slowly
starts unbuttoning her black blouse.  ]] ]]

   "D-did...  did you see his....  penis?" Willy asks his wife, wide-eyed.

   Jess shrugs, "Couldn't help it.  Sander was naked underneath."

   "Why were you staring?" her husband asks nervously.

   "It was just out.  You would stare too," she says defensively and
unconsciously bites her bottom lip.  Jess points to the TV, "You're missing
it, Willy."

   Willy looks, and his reporter spouse is finishing pulling down her beige
skirt.  She straightens up, showcasing her sexy, dynamite body.

   The naive husband gasps.  His darling wife is wearing just a white
cotton bra with a floral pattern that barely holds her 36C tits together
and a matching pair of panties.  She still has her stockings and heels on.

   [[ "Take a picture, it will last longer.  Pervs," Jessica says playfully
to the camera.  She makes a little pose, putting her hands on her waist and
jutting her wide hips to one side.  ]]

   Willy gasps again.

   "I look amazing!  Right, babe?" Jess says.  Willy nods, unable to
formulate any sentences.

   The sexy redhead reporter quickly puts on a long pink button-up shirt
that goes to her mid-tights.  It looks pretty nice on her, like a
girl-next-door at a slumber party vibe.

   Wilson is speechless as his wife, wearing the pink pajama shirt, chats
with the store owner for another minute.

   [[ [[ "Time for the next one, folks!" Jessica announces.  "Follow me!"
she winks at the camera, strutting toward the changing room.

   The newbie redhead reporter promptly removes the shirt and stands in
front of the camera in her underwear.  She does a little shimmy and poses
to the viewers.  She glances down, and her eyes widen.

   "You're staring, Jess.  Do you want to see it again?" the cameraman
asks.

   Jessica blushes.  "No!  But...  it's a free country, so I can't stop
you," she excuses, unable to stop staring.

   The teen behind the camera chuckles at the frazzled reporter.  ]] ]]

   "Is he showing you his penis?" Willy asks his wife.

   "His name is Sander," the busty redhead says.  "He's just teasing me,
don't worry, silly."

   [[ [[ With a final glance downward, the TV version of Jessica picks up
her next outfit.  It's a green silk camisole shirt and matching loose
shorts.  She cocks her head.

   "How do I wear this?" the reporter asks out loud.

   A booming voice from outside the stall replies, "Pumpkin, the owner said
this one has to be worn without a bra!"

   Shock stamps across Jessica's face, but she quickly composes herself.

   "Can't be helped.  Let me turn around.  No peeking, you naughty boys!"
Jessica winks at the camera.  ]] ]]

   Willy groans, clearly turned on by his wife's words.

   The redhead reporter turns around and, for the first time, exposes her
half-covered ample bubble butt to the camera.  Willy gasps.

   "When did you get these panties?  I didn't know you had something so
skimpy..." the curly-haired man asks, his eyes glued to the TV.

   Jess beings rubbing Willy's thighs.  "They lent me.  I couldn't wear my
granny panties on TV.  Right?"

   "I supposed not..." the gullible husband gulps.

   [[ [[ On TV, Jessica daftly unclasps her bra and lets it fall.  Her sexy
and toned back is fully naked.  Willy feels his boner rage inside his
tighty-whities.

   "Hurry up, Jessica!" the voice from outside orders.

   The reporter instinctively turns her face to the camera.

   "One minute!" Jessica replies.  Her eyes fall down again, her mouth
opens, and she absentmindedly turns her body slightly more.

   A blur appears across her chest briefly before she collects herself and
turns away.  ]] ]]

   Willy almost jumps out of his seat.  "What was that!?" he exclaims.

   "They probably blurred my boobie," the busty wife points out.

   "Did the camera guy see it?" he asks, his tiny hard-on painful between
his legs.

   "His name's Sander," Jess corrects.  "Maybe?  I don't know.  Probably
not this time.  It was quick."

   The naive husband grumbles, "Hmm...  okay." He didn't realize that the
cameraman probably added the blur during editing.

   On TV, the beautiful redhead showcases her new outfit.  The silk-green
camisole clings to her curves and emphasizes her firm tits nicely.  The
shorts come to mid-thigh, leaving her creamy legs bare.

   Willy frowns.  She must have removed her stockings at some point, but he
missed that.

   "You look stunning, hon," the horny husband says, admiring her TV
ensemble.

   The redhead claps excitedly, "I know!  They let me keep that one!"

   Wilson looks at her, wide-eyed, "They did?!"

   "Mm-hmm..." Jess purrs alluringly.  "I'll wear it tonight for you."

   "You're the best!" he celebrates, adjusting his boners.

   She giggles and kisses his cheek.  "I know it!" she says happily.

   After another quick round of questions, Jessica, the intrepid reporter,
returns to the changing room.

   [[ "It's time for a little reward to all the naughty viewers out there!"
Jessica says sensually to the camera.  ]]

   She turns around and removes her bottoms and her top.  And then starts
to dance gracefully, smoothly waving her body and shaking her booty.

   "Wow..." Willy mutters, in awe of his wife.  Jess smiles proudly next to
her hubby.

   [[ [[ Suddenly, someone enters the camera's field of view.

   "Pumpkin, what's taking you so long?" a short man with a booming voice
asks.]]

   Jessica turns around, shocked.  "Mr.  Stone!  You can't come in here. 
I'm practically naked."

   She is fully topless, and a blur appears across her chest.  It's evident
that she is indeed naked, as the shapes of her sizable breasts are
recognizable, as well as her pink areolas and nipples.

   "I can see that," the obese and balding man says, smirking.  ]] ]]

   "Bottoms!  You're naked!" her astonished husband exclaims.

   "I'm not.  I have my panties on, silly," Jess points out.

   [[ "Oh, Mr.  Stone.  You're a rascal!" TV Jessica says, playfully
slapping the man and causing her naked boobs to jiggle.  Even with the
blur, the bouncing is unmistakable.  ]]

   Willy stays quiet, admiring the scene of his wife playfully joshing with
this strange man.  After a few more seconds of blurred nudity, the man
leaves, and Jessica turns around to try the final outfit.

   Willy's heart thumps loudly in his ear as his wife showcases her final
pajamas, a thin blue camisole with tiny booty shorts that end right below
her vagina.  She leaves the stall and starts chatting with the owner again;
her hard nipples are painfully evident underneath the flimsy top.

   "They saw your bobbies!  You said they didn't earlier!" Wilson
complains.

   "I said Sander didn't that time!" The redhead wife smiles, "This time,
they both did."

   The naive man looks at her confused, "Who is this man anyway?"

   "That's Jack, my boss," she explains nonchalantly.

   "Wha...  your boss saw your boobs?  Ugh...  I haven't seen them in
forever!" Willy complains.

   Jess crosses her arms, "You know I feel self-conscious about them since
I got pregnant with Paul."

   "But they saw them," he says, frowning.

   "They have nothing to compare them to.  You saw my breasts before when
they were perfect," she says.

   Willy tries to encourage her, "I don't mind!  They're still beautiful,
hon."

   "I mind.  My breasts were terrific...  and now they're all saggy and
horrible," the busty woman laments.

   He stares at her perky tits on TV.  "I don't think they are..." he says.
They look perfect, from what he can tell.

   "Trust me.  That's why I asked the guys to blur them," Jess explains.

   "You did?" Wilson blurts out.  'That means they weren't supposed to be
blurred!  Jeez...' he thinks.

   "Yeah, Sander did a great job with the footage." She pats her husband's
leg, "Aren't you glad I asked them to do that?"

   "I guess so.  Yeah, thanks," Wilson says, relieved.  'Thank goodness,'
he gulps.  "Was the camera guy admiring your boobies when editing?"

   She dismisses his worries, "Of course not!  That's a professional place.
It's work, babe."

   "All right..." Willy mumbles.

   On TV, Jessica finishes the interview with the store owner.

   [[ [[ "Thanks everyone for tuning in to my first episode of Saucy
Saturdays!  Tune in next week for part 2, where I'll try some sexy lingerie
and skimpy underwear," she says, fanning her chest.  "I promise it'll get
steamy in here."

   "For WinstonTV, I am Jessica Russet, and now excuse me that I have to go
take off these clothes!" she winks at the camera.  ]] ]]

   The show cuts back to the news anchor, who makes a quip about the fiery
redhead and then moves on with the nightly stories.

   "Lingerie and underwear?" Willy asks worriedly.

   Jessica assures him, "It was just to get the viewers hooked!  Don't
worry about it, babe."

   "That's not going to happen, then?" he asks, unsure.

   "You know it's just work, silly.  It's for us," she replies.  The
strawberry-blonde stands up and goes to her purse.

   "Gosh..." Willy mutters, still trying to process everything.

   Jess grabs a condom from her purse and waves it around.  "Here, babe! 
Let's go take care of your willy, Willy!" she says playfully, running to
the bedroom.

   The husband immediately forgets everything on his mind and happily
follows his hot wife to their room.



   JESSICA THE NEWBIE REPORTER CH.  02

   Jess discovers her exhibitionistic side and struggles.

   Prologue

   Jessica's tummy is in knots.  She's extremely nervous about the adult
segment.  This is different than the interview with the Mayor; this is not
something she is used to.  But it's crucial for her career.  She breathes
deeply; she can't let anyone know.

   The initial introduction goes without a hitch, and Jess is optimistic
about its remaining.  But when she sees the camera following her into the
dressing room, she almost blacks out.  Her heart starts thumping, and her
stomach cramps.

   She does her best to keep it cool and does a little quip to the camera.
She smiles, thinking nobody noticed her anxious state.  As Jess starts to
disrobe, her hands are cold and shaky.  This sensation is horrible.  She
questions herself if she will have to do this every week.

   She can't go on with this; it's too much.  She asks the cameraman to
give her space.  Instead, the blonde bastard unzips his pants and pulls his
penis out.  Outrageous!

   Jess is in shock; she feels her temperature rising.  She can't help but
glance at his thingy, the second one she has seen in her life.

   'It's massive...  what the heck is this thing...  how is he so big?  And
he's not even hard...  wow....'

   The strawberry-blonde feels claustrophobic, stuck in a small space with
this large, crooked monster.  The reporter tries to remain composed for the
camera, but while her mouth is saying things, her mind and eyes can't break
free from his manhood.  Finally, the idiot teen puts his thingy away, and
Jess can breathe again.

   She breathes deeply; she needs to keep removing her clothes now.  Her
accelerated heartbeat overwhelms any other sound, and she goes on
autopilot, concentrating on the thumping in her head.

   She repeats in her head: 'It's for my family, for my career, for our
future.'

   That's it; she's done it.  She is just wearing underwear on TV.  She
feels like vomiting and running away.  Her tummy flutters.  But there's
another feeling, a new feeling.  Something stirs inside her.  A hotness
coming from her vagina.  She never felt this before.  Ever.

   The camera and Sander are staring at her.  Hundreds of people will see
her like this.  She feels a twinge coming from her sex, and the warm
sensation starts taking over.  Trying to play it cool, she jokes and poses
to the viewers.

   As she puts on her new outfit, the sensation subsides.  While chatting
with the store owner, her mind is elsewhere: this new sensation differs
from anything she's ever experienced.  It's like a suffocating hotness,
combined with a sense of shame but excitement.  Like something is bubbling
inside her, coming from between her legs.  She needs to feel this again.

   The sensation returns as she disrobes to her underwear, although a
little muted.  She tries to pose again and feels a throb from her sex. 
Suddenly, the little shit cameraman pulls his penis out again.  Jess almost
loses it as the teen starts wiggling his big prick for her.  Realizing he
won't stop, she decides to ignore him and try on her next outfit.  However,
for some reason, feeling the lewd gaze behind her gives her goosebumps and
awakens something inside her.

   Her gross boss announces that she has to remove her bra.  Oh.  My. 
Gosh! Even Willy hasn't seen her without a bra since Paul was born.  The
overwhelming sensation returns.  Just the idea of removing her top is wild.
She feels like passing out.

   She repeats in her head: 'It's for my family, for my career, for our
future.'

   With sheer will, Jessica jokes to the camera and turns around to remove
her bra.  She hears her pervy colleague inhale and realizes she is showing
her half-naked bottom to him and the camera.  A strong twinge comes from
her vagina, and she feels dampness between her legs.

   Holding her breath and closing her eyes, she unclasps her bra.  Her body
is burning up.  She is astounded by this new feeling.  A hunger she never
felt before.  Her disgusting boss calls her, and she carefully turns around
to reply, making sure not to show anything.  Best laid plans, however, as
she notices that her pervy colleague's penis is fully hard.

   'Gosh...  what is this penis...  it's huge...  makes Willy looks like a
baby...  it's more than double the size...  it's crooked...  it looks so
nasty and indecent...  but....'

   Jess is so distracted by it that she momentarily forgets herself and
shifts her body slightly.  She hears a soft exclamation from her blonde
coworker and urgently turns around.  The redhead had just flashed him and
the camera her breasts.  She feels a jolt of electricity from her sex.  Her
knees almost give, and she puts her hand against the wall to not fall.  She
is burning.

   What is this overwhelming sensation?  She hates it.  But wants more of
it.

   To test the waters, she teasingly removes her stockings while flashing
and emphasizing her large butt to the camera.  It feels exciting, wrong,
arousing, sexy, naughty, and forbidden.  She quickly puts on the new silky
camisole and interviews the owner again.

   As she chats with the store owner, she processes what is happening.  She
probably did enough for the segment.  She bets her obese boss will be happy
about it.  But that strange feeling, she needs to try it again.  She thinks
she enjoys it, but it's probably better to confirm it.

   'It's for my career, for myself.'

   Jessica returns to the dressing room and disrobes again, basking in the
feeling of being in only her panties.  She dances as the warmth and arousal
spread over her sexy fit body.  As her boss comes into the cramped room,
something takes over her.

   The redhead turns around, exposing her naked torso to her gross fat
producer and her perverted teenage coworker.  Her pussy gushes, and she
almost passes out.  She shakes slightly, having a small orgasm, the first
of her entire life.  By sheer will, she remains composed, but all she wants
to do is scream.

   She teases her colleagues and then professionally continues the report
until the end.  But she knows it's too late; she must experience this
incredible sensation again.

   As the segment ends, her head and vagina throb.  Jess bites her lower
lip and evaluates, 'Mmm...  the feeling of being watched, of exposing my
most embarrassing bits...  I could easily get addicted to it...'.

   *****

   May 1991

   30 years before the Naive Teacher series

   *****

   May 11th, Saturday

   As she waits for her husband, Jessica recalls the recording and how she
felt.  The redhead feels wetness between her legs.  It's been a long time
since she experienced this with her partner.

   Willy excitedly wraps his weenie with the extra-small condom and climbs
on top of his hot, covered wife.  She has only removed her bottoms and is
waiting under the blankets.

   As he pokes his wife's sex with his tool, her mind wanders to everything
that happened.  She can't help but moan when she recalls being topless in
front of her coworkers.

   Willy takes this as a good sign and thrusts into her with more
enthusiasm.

   Jessica starts moaning as images of Sander and his thick and arousing
manhood pop into her head.  She tries to focus on her duty but can't quite
contain her imagination.

   Her husband's trusts get more intense, and her moans and pleasure
sensations increase.  She feels something building up deep inside.

   Suddenly, Willy groans and falls exhausted on top of her.  Jessica
smiles; this was the best sex she's had with her hubby.

   Jessica didn't know, but the following week would be a week of many
firsts.

   *****

   May 14th, Tuesday

   The beautiful couple sits at their tiny dining table, sharing a quick
breakfast to start their day.

   "I'm a bit nervous, Willy.  Not sure what to do," Jess confesses,
sipping on her coffee.  She's a pretty redhead, 26 years old, 5'6'' tall
and a newbie reporter at WinstonTV, just starting her second week on the
job.  She has a hot gym body, a sizeable toned butt, and firm 36C tits. 
Combined with her strawberry blonde hair and dark green eyes, Jess is a wet
dream, except for the part where she dislikes sex and only has had it with
her husband.

   He reassures her, "You got this, hon.  You did splendidly last week!"
Wilson is a handsome man with curly brown hair and a 5'10, well-built jock
frame.  Girls flocked to him in school, but he only had eyes for Jessica,
his high-school sweetheart.  He is remarkably naive, a little dense, and
currently struggling with his mediocre office job.

   "I feel like it was a fluke.  I don't know..." she says nervously.

   Wilson grabs her hand and squeezes it.  "Maybe you just need to rehearse
a bit.  Practice makes perfect, as they say.  Can't you do that at work?"

   "Oh!  We didn't last week, but I'll suggest that to Jack-" Willy winces
at the name, and she quickly corrects herself, "I mean, Mr.  Stone."

   "Good, you'll do great," he says, sipping his sugary coffee. 
"Hopefully, things are less adult today," he mumbles.

   "You're so silly!" Jess giggles and endearingly kisses his forehead.

   Wilson can't help but admire his wife as she walks toward the front door
dressed in a long violet button-up blouse, a grey knee-length skirt that
accentuates her ample bottom, some skin-colored pantyhose, and short black
heels.  She has her strawberry-blonde hair in a ponytail again but seems to
be wearing more makeup this time.  'She is beautiful.  I'm so lucky,' the
gullible man thinks.

   *****

   At WinstonTV

   The newbie reporter arrives at her secondary workplace, anxious about
what her day holds.

   The receptionist greets her, "Morning, Mrs.  Russet.  You look gorgeous
today."

   "Morning, Linda.  And thanks, it's nice to see you again," Jessica
replies politely.  Linda is a plain-looking woman in her early 30s, who
wears her black hair in a ponytail, is a little on the chubby side, and has
tiny perky breasts.

   "I saw the show.  Well done, Jessie.  Wasn't expecting you to be such an
exhibitionist," Linda smiles.

   Jess is taken aback, "A what?"

   "An exhibitionist.  It's what we call people who like to show off their
bodies to others," the receptionist winks.  "Of course, you couldn't expect
any less, working for my hubby.  He's incorrigible."

   "I don't like to show off my bo-" the redhead begins saying but realizes
something the woman said.  "Your husband?"

   "Yes, dear.  Jack, your boss," she says, shaking her head and giggling.

   Jess's jaw falls.  "Oh, I had no idea...  I'm sorry," she says quickly.

   "For what?  Don't worry.  Jack is always looking to find the next pretty
little thing to put on the air," Linda says, looking her up and down.  "I
have to say, he succeeded this time."

   Jessica blushes and mutters a small thanks.

   She can't stop thinking about that word as she goes to her cubicle. 
Exhibitionist.  'Am I one?  Is that what that sensation was?  I need to
find out..'

   Before her butt is on her chair, she hears her boss calling from the
other side.  Dropping her things, she promptly rushes to his desk, "Yes,
Mr. Stone?"

   Jack Stone is 35, short, unhealthily overweight, and nearly bald. 
Besides all that, he is a pervert and a lecher.  Jess can't help but wonder
how he landed a nice woman like Linda.

   "Morning, Pumpkin.  Sander will be back in the afternoon, so let's go
over the interview segment," the corpulent man says, putting his sweaty
palm on her lower back.  The strawberry-blonde winces but decides not to
say anything.

   She listens patiently for the next ten minutes as Jack explains her
assignment.  Occasionally, her boss's hand slides down a little, touching
the upper part of her bottom.  After a few seconds, he realizes it and
moves his hand back.  On the fifth time, his hand stays resting on her
upper butt.  She sighs and shuffles uncomfortably but doesn't say anything
as she tries to be professional.

   "And that's it," the fat producer says, ending his lengthy explanation.
"Any other questions?"

   "Well, I was talking to Wil-" Jess flinches as Jack's hand squeezes her
butt.  She tenses up, but her heart races and a familiar sensation builds
up in her nether regions.  She tries to compose herself and ignore her
perverted boss for now, as she doesn't want to jeopardize her career. 
"Ahem, I was talking to Willy, and he suggested we rehearse before
tomorrow."

   Jack smirks widely, "Dandy idea, Pumpkin.  Willy is your hubby?" He
asks, not moving his hand from her skirt-clad butt.  She nods.  "Smart man.
Lemme set things up."

   The obese man removes his hand from Jess's bottom, and she feels
immediate relief.

   Jack presses a button on his desk phone, "Linda, love, please book
Recording Room #2."

   A reply comes from the speaker, "You got it, Mr.  Stone," the
receptionist says.  The way she pronounced his name oozed sexuality and
smuttiness.

   Jessica shudders, feeling like she needs a scorching hot shower after
this.

   She returns to her desk to prepare her report and reflects on what
happened with her boss.  "At least Willy is going to be happy that Jack
liked his idea," she sighs and tries to focus on her work.

   *****

   Willy is on the couch, relaxing after another terrible day at the office
when his wife comes bumbling through the door.

   She throws herself at her husband, "Willy, I don't know if I can do
this..."

   He hugs her tightly, "You can, Bottoms!  You're amazing.  I support you
no matter what," he states, kissing her cheek.

   Jess smiles sheepishly and nods.  Their son joins them and cuddles his
mother.

   "Thankfully, I have you and Paul to support me," she says after a couple
of minutes of family time.  "You're my rock, babe."

   "I'm always here for you," Willy says, and they kiss.  Their son blows
raspberries at his parent's display of affection.  The loving couple laughs
warmly at it.

   After another minute of tranquility, they get up to prepare dinner.

   "Babe, this job is wild!" the strawberry-blonde says as she puts her son
in his playpen.

   Willy cocks his head, "What happened?"

   "I never expected that working on TV would be so...  unique..." she
says, trying to find the right words.  "Come with me.  I can tell you while
I get changed."

   *****

   As Jess changes, she beings telling Willy about her day.

   "Your idea to rehearse was great!  It was a bit awkward at first, but it
was a tremendous success," the sexy redhead beams at her husband.

   Wilson smiles back, "I'm glad it worked, hon." His slow brain processes
what she had said, "Wait, why was it awkward?"

   "Because I had to do it in my undies, silly," she says as if the most
normal thing in the world.

   His eyes almost pop out of their sockets, "You what!?"

   "Yes, it was mortifying, but I endured since I needed to be
professional. Thanks for the advice, babe.  I feel way less nervous now,"
his wife says as she unzips her skirt.

   Willy awkwardly replies, "You're welcome, hon, but...  why did you need
to undress?" he asks, wiping his brow.

   "Jack-err, I mean Mr.  Stone said it would happen again this week, so I
should get used to it," she explains as she removes her stockings.

   The horny husband can't help but ogle at his wife's toned bare legs. 
"Ah, right, with the pajamas things," he mutters, distracted.  He frowns;
the idea of his wife wearing her underwear at work is not appealing.  "I
don't like that you had to do that, Bottoms."

   Jess smiles as she slides down her skirt, "Yup, me neither.  It was so
embarrassing!"

   "But I guess they had seen it already..." Willy rationalizes, trying to
find some comfort.

   "But the others didn't," she points out.

   His expression turns into confusion, "Others?"

   "Um-hum, it was so weird having some strangers around," she reveals as
she slowly unbuttons her blouse.  "But I got used to it after a few
minutes."

   Willy's heart is racing, "Why were other people there?"

   "It was just a recording stage.  People were coming and going.  Mr. 
Stone assured me it's normal for TV," Jessica says, shrugging.

   He touches his temple, trying to process it.  "I really don't like that,
hon..."

   The redhead stops unbuttoning her top and puts her hand on his shoulder.
She stares him deep in the eyes, "Me neither, babe, but nothing I can do.
It's a part of my new job," she says, devilishly adding, "And rehearsing
was your suggestion."

   The gullible husband exhales; he knows his wife is right.  He motivated
her to find this new job.  Heck, he even suggested she rehearsed in the
first place.  Technically, it's his fault she got naked.

   "I guess," he mutters agreeably.

   Jess smooches his cheek.  "It was weird having Sander with his
ding-a-ling out at work," she adds nonchalantly and continues unbuttoning
her blouse.

   "Guh!" Willy almost chokes, "He was naked?  Why?!"

   The busty wife removes her blouse, standing before her hubby in her
plain undies.  Willy's eyes widen.

   She puts her hands on her hips, "He did it so I could get used to it,
silly!" She smiles and asks, "What do you think of my underwear?"

   "Uhhh...  Normal, why?" the naive man replies, a bit too dazzled to
recall the previous topic.

   "Are they boring?" the strawberry-blonde asks coquettishly.

   With his mouth agape, Willy mutters, "A bit..."

   "Darn.  Well, can I please get some spicier ones?" Jess asks, her
dark-green eyes sparkling.

   The curly-haired man nods, excited to see his hot wife in sexy
underwear. She cheers and jumps up and down, her boobies jiggling.

   Willy's eyes follow her bouncing breasts, "Why do you ask, honey?" he
asks innocently.

   "The network president saw me and said I was wearing granny panties. 
Lots of people chuckled.  It was mortifying!" she says with a pained tone.

   His eyes widen again, "The president?!  Did he-" but he stops, noticing
his loving wife seems sad about it.  Wilson decides to be supportive,
"Gee...  poor Bottoms, that must have been horrible."

   "It was.  Thanks for understanding, babe.  Now let's go eat and enjoy
our night," she says, walking to the living room.

   Willy still has so many things he wants to talk to his wife about.  The
curly-haired husband is not pleased about her work and all her colleagues
seeing her.  But she needs him on his side; he's aware of that.  And she is
strong and can take of herself.  Jess hates when he patronizes her.

   The naive husband decides to talk to his wife about it another time.

   *****

   May 16th, Thursday

   Jessica is in the kitchen preparing breakfast when Willy comes in with
their son Paul.

   "Excited for today, darling?" he asks naively.

   "Yes, but I'm a bit worried," she admits with worry in her voice.

   "Why?" he asks, unable to resist ogling his hot wife, dressed in a
baby-blue blouse, a shapely black skirt, skin-colored pantyhose, and low
tan heels.  'She looks beautiful.  I'm so lucky,' he thinks.

   She turns to Willy and soft says, "I...  erm...  forgot to tell you, Mr.
Stone squeezed my butt in the morning..."

   "Your boss?" he asks, and she nods.  "Was it an accident?" Willy
suggests.

   She recounts what happened.  "Jack acted as if it was normal!" she adds
at the end.

   "Gosh, you should quit, hon.  This can't be normal!" he says worriedly.

   The cute strawberry-blonde woman turns to her husband with an upset
look, "It's my dream, Willy.  You know that."

   "And I'm trying to be supportive, but I'm worried about you," he
declares.  Wilson dislikes her boss.  He feels intimidated by this
supposedly successful man that is in charge of her wife's career.

   "I appreciate it, but you know we can't afford it," the redhead says,
pointing at Paul.

   The curly-haired man grimaces, "Ugh...  I know.  I really don't like
your boss," he reveals.

   "Me neither.  Mr.  Stone is gross, fat, and sweaty," she agrees.

   Willy had no idea; this was a huge surprise.  He thought Jack Stone was
handsome and rich, a true rival to him in terms of attractiveness.  He had
seen Jack on TV, but he was busy worrying about his wife's state of undress
and didn't connect the dots at the time.

   "Oh, he is?  Hmm..." Willy mutters.  'I remember!  No way Bottoms will
be attracted to him.  This is a pleasant surprise.  Maybe I'm
overreacting,' he reflects.

   Jess nods, "Yup, he's always leering at me.  I'm not sure how his wife
deals with it," she says, exasperated.

   Willy almost can't contain his smile, "He's married?"

   "Yeah, I met her.  Linda's lovely and works as a receptionist at the
station," his busty wife reveals.

   "I see..." he says.  'He's ugly and married.  And his wife works there!
I guess I really don't need to worry about him,' he considers, no longer
intimidated by her superior.  "Maybe he just slipped?" the naive husband
suggests.

   She arches her eyebrow, slightly surprised at her hubby's comments.  "I
don't know..."

   Willy shrugs, "Could be part of the customs there.  How things are, you
know?" he tries encouraging her, "I wouldn't worry about it.  Focus on your
job, hon."

   Jess's mouth makes a little O-shape, "Are you sure?"

   "Uh-huh, If you want to make sure, talk to his wife then," the gullible
husband proposes.

   "A girl-to-girl talk!  You're so smart, babe," the curvy wife says.

   He smiles cockily, "I am!  Just let me know if anything happens.  You'll
do great, Bottoms!"

   She squeals and hugs her partner.  "Thanks, baby.  I can always count on
you to cheer me up!" Paul blows raspberries, "On both of you!" she
chuckles.

   *****

   Later that day...

   Wilson is on the couch and hears his hot redheaded wife coming through
the front door.  "Hi, hon.  How was work?"

   "Where is Paul?" Jessica asks, flustered.

   He cocks his head, "Asleep, why?"

   She drops her bag.  "Willy, I need you...  bedroom, now..." she says
sultrily, walking to the bedroom.

   "Yes, ma'am," he says, following her.  It seems he is about to get
lucky. 'Nice!' he cheers in his head.

   The horny strawberry-blonde immediately starts disrobing.

   "What happened, Bottoms?" he asks curiously.

   She continues taking off her clothes, "I feel so hot...  I want to have
sex, silly," she says, her eyes almost glazed.

   Willy gives her a shit-eating grin, "I won't say no to that!" he says as
he starts removing his pants.

   "I saw so many people in bikinis today...  at the studio!" she says,
biting her bottom lip.  She is currently only in her basic white cotton
underwear.

   His eyebrows go up, "TV is wild.  Everything goes, huh?  People are so
comfortable with each other."

   "I know!  Glad you agree..." she says, pulling his underwear down and
revealing his hard 3.5' inch hard-on.  "Mmm...  someone is ready..."

   Jess hungrily grabs his package and Willy grunts.

   "What's gotten into you?" he asks, lost in pleasure.

   "I just had one of those days, you know?" she says, but he doesn't.  "I
need to let off some steam," she adds and starts to jerk him off.

   The husband moans happily; his wife had never been this forward before.
'I don't know what's gotten into her, she's uninterested in sex...  but I
always wanted her to do this...  hmm...  so, I shouldn't complain...' he
thinks.

   "Mr.  Stone, I mean, Jack is so pervy...  he told me to work in just my
bra in the morning...  get used to the reporting thing," the redhead wife
says in a sultry voice.  Willy grunts, imagining his wife in a bra.  "It
was so interesting.  I got lots of compliments.  Do you mind, babe?"

   "I...  uhhh..." he mutters as his wife continues to play with his tiny
weeny.

   Jessica is not great at it, quite the opposite: she is sloppy, and her
technique is amateur at best.  But Willy is elated; she rarely touches his
penis.  The handsome husband is overwhelmed by his usually frigid wife
fiddling with his wiener.

   "And Jack definitely didn't slip," Jessica says, and she lets go of his
prick.  Willy groans, but she goes into the blankets and starts shuffling.

   "What do you mean, hon?" he asks breathlessly, trying to process what
she says.

   She pulls her panties from underneath and playfully throws them at her
hubby.  "He greeted me by groping my butt today!"

   Willy's eyes widen, "Did he now?" Jess makes a 'come here' sign, and he
promptly hops into bed.

   "A few times today," she admits, and her hubby is going to say
something, but she grabs his willy and continues to play with it.  "But I
talked to Linda, his wife..."

   "And?" he asks, breathing heavily.  He can barely process what his
spouse is saying.  His libido is at full steam.

   "She said it's just Jack being Jack.  You were right, babe.  It's just
how things are there..." she says nonchalantly.  "I hate my gross boss
touching me, but what can I do?  It's apparently normal."

   "Uhhh...." he mutters.  His wife smelled musky, like a bitch in heat. 
He has never seen her like this.  She seems genuinely interested in having
sex with him.

   "Like you said, seems harmless, right?" the sexy wife says as she rubs
her hubby's bare dick against her vagina.  She's drenched and hot.

   Willy's never felt her raw pussy like this before.  She usually needs
lube.  "We...  need the income..." he grumbles in agreement.

   She nods and hands him a condom, "Here's your extra-small condom, babe."

   Without thinking too deeply about what they discussed, Willy hurriedly
puts on the condom and enters his wanton wife.

   They have amazing sex for a total of 4 minutes!  They both moan and
grunt loudly the whole time and of course, Wilson comes before Jess.

   As they lay next to each other, they have smiles on their faces:

   Jess is ecstatic as she seems to finally be enjoying sex with her
husband, although the sexual sensation she had earlier that day at work was
better.  Maybe not better, but different.  She can't really complain as
this session topped their Saturday one.

   Willy is happy as this is the third time in a matter of days they've had
sex.  This is new and exciting.  ' If this is happening because of Jess's
new job, maybe it's not that bad,' he decides.

   *****

   May 18th, Saturday

   The two lovebirds sit to watch Jess's second appearance at the
WinstonTV's Lunch News.

   During the short field segment, she interviews Henry, a short and skinny
teacher at the local school in his mid-30s.  The interviewee calls Jessica
"Birdy" the whole time.  Willy dislikes that, not enjoying how forward the
man seems with his wife.

   Later that day, they re-watch her segment during the 8pm news, and
Wilson dislikes the man even more.  'Thankfully, he's not part of the more
naughty one,' the naive husband thinks optimistically.

   Wilson puts their son Paul to bed while Jess prepares the 'mood' for the
interview.  They cuddle on the couch, ready for the 'Saucy Saturday'.

   Willy shuffles anxiously; his heart is pounding, and his breathing is
short.  He glances at his wife, and she smiles at him.  The gullible man
relaxes and smiles back, but he's clearly nervous.

   Jessica notices it and shares her plan with her hubby, "After, I have a
surprise for you, babe.  I talked to Monica, my coworker, and she suggested
something we can try," she says, then whispers in his ear, "In bed..."

   Willy nods enthusiastically while the local news anchor announces the
next segment on TV.

   The scene transitions to Reporter Jessica holding a pink microphone in
front of the same store as last week.  The strawberry-blonde is wearing a
red button-up blouse, no jacket this time, a form-fitting black skirt,
light stockings, and red heels.  Wilson's heart flutters at his beautiful
and sexy TV star wife.

   *** "Good night, Winston!  I'm Jessica Russet, your naughty reporter for
Saucy Saturdays!" Jessica announces.  She smiles, "Today we will continue
from where we left off and try some lingerie and underwear for the new
summer collection at Archer Sleepwear and Lingerie!  Come with me!" she
winks at the camera.  ***

   Wilson is about to comment, but his redhead wife interrupts his
thoughts.

   "Excited for it, babe?  I promise you will enjoy it," she purrs and
starts unbuttoning his pajama pants.

   Not wanting to interrupt her, Willy nods, thrilled to get lucky again.
Jess opens his pants and begins gingerly caressing his package through his
tighty-whities.

   **TV**

   On TV, Jessica chats with the store owner for only a few seconds.  She
showcases some of the new Lingerie and underwear.

   "Let's not waste the viewers' precious time," TV Jessica says sultrily.
"I know what y'all are here for.  Come with me, and I'll try a few select
pieces for you."

   The sexy strawberry-blonde goes to the changing room and unceremoniously
starts stripping.

   *****

   Willy gasps, but Jess is on it.  She slithers her delicate hand inside
his undies and beings playing with this weenie.  The naive husband moans,
once again jubilant that his wife, usually uninterested in sex, is
initiating and taking charge of it.

   Jessica smiles, happy that her new TV job is bringing them closer than
ever and, for the first time, giving them some sort of enjoyable sex life.

   **TV**

   Reporter Jessica gets down to her underwear: a white cotton bra barely
holding her 36C tits in place and a matching pair of panties.  She leaves
her stockings on.

   A young voice comes from behind the camera, "The bra next.  This
Lingerie requires you topless."

   "I know, perv..." the busty redhead says, moving her hands to her back
to unclasp her bra.  As she does, a weird rustling sound can be heard,
Jess's eyes look down, and she gasps.  "Again?!  Gosh."

   The cameraman snickers, "I thought it would help."

   She blushes.  "It doesn't, but I can't stop you," she says, not breaking
eye contact with his nether region.

   TV Jessica removes her bra and lets her supple and firm breasts out. 
Though they are blurred, their voluptuous shape and her pink areolas and
nipples are evident.

   *****

   Willy groans, not appreciating that his wife is, once again, topless on
TV and in front of her coworkers to boot.

   Misunderstanding what her husband is upset about, Jess tries to explain.
"I know, Sander got naked again!  Not sure why he does that," she says,
adding, "Maybe he wants me to stare at his big dick."

   Before he can reply, Jessica yelps on TV.

   **TV**

   The camera seems extremely close to Jessica as she tries on the
Lingerie. She is looking down toward her waist.

   The strawberry-blonde composes herself and smiles at the camera, "Stop
that, you deviant."

   "Sorry, sugar-tits, I slipped," the cameraman replies.

   Anger crosses the cute reporter's face for a second, but she giggles. 
She moves her hand lower and you can see her arm moving in a repeating
motion, "Just step back with that thing!"

   The young man softly grunts, and then the camera stumbles back
awkwardly. Jessica shakes her head and resumes dressing.

   *****

   "Guh!  Bottoms!" Willy exclaims, standing up and dislodging her hand
from his pants.  "Did you grab his...  penis?!"

   "His name is Sander," she corrects and giggles, "You're so silly.  Do
you think I would do that?"

   He stares at her, bewildered.  The naive husband cocks his head, "No?"

   "There you go.  Now, sit down and let me play with you..." she says, her
voice oozing with desire.

   Nodding and a bit confused, the speechless husband plops back down. 
Jessica pulls his pajamas down in one fell swoop and sloppily tugs on his
weenie.  Even though she has no experience, Willy is in heaven.

   On TV, Jessica is already next to the store owner, wearing a sheer pink
teddy with white cotton panties underneath.

   To Willy's horror, his wife's nipples and breasts are visible through
the see-through material.

   "It's not censored!" Willy points out, and he follows it with a groan
due to his wife's manual efforts.

   Jess nods, "Don't need to blur them when it's a material like that.  It
acts as censoring, according to Jack- I mean, Mr.  Stone," she clarifies.

   "But...  ngghh," Willy grunts as his hot wife's soft hands feel amazing
against his boner.

   She smiles, "They wouldn't air anything they wouldn't be allowed on TV,
right?"

   "Uhh...  right..." he replies weakly, hardly able to answer due to
Jess's subpar handjob.

   "Now, let's keep watching.  You'll miss the best part, silly," she
points to the TV.

   **TV**

   Jessica is returning to the dressing room when a short, obese, and
balding man interrupts her.

   "Here is the next one," the producer grumbles, handing her a baby-blue
teddy.  To Willy's joy, this one doesn't seem sheer at all.  Jess grab its,
but he holds her arm, "Don't forget these," he adds, handing her matching
lace panties.

   The newbie redhead reporter gasps but quickly composes herself again. 
See stares at the camera and gives it a mischievous smile, "You perverts
are in for a treat!"

   (Surprisingly, Willy says nothing, probably not quite realizing the
implications.)

   The camera follows Jess into the changing room as she quickly removes
the pink teddy and stands topless to the camera once again.  Although, this
time, her boobies are blurred.

   Biting her lip, she shakes her C-cups to the viewers and giggles
endearingly.  You can see Jess rubbing her tights together for a second.

   The strawberry-blonde turns around and pulls her panties down,
displaying her ample naked butt to the camera (and the cameraman).  There
is also a blur between her legs for a fraction of a second.  But Jess
quickly puts on the new panties without a hitch.

   *****

   The husband groans; he has only seen his wife's naked backside a couple
of times.  Jess has always been very precious about her nudity.

   "Oh, you like that, Willy?  Your wife is being so naughty on TV..." she
coos as she wanks him.

   Willy is extremely torn about what's happening.  He vehemently hates
that his wife is doing this on TV and, worse, that her coworkers are seeing
her like this in person.  But at the same time, something seems to have
awakened in Jess, and he seems to be reaping its benefits, as evident by
her handjob.

   'Maybe it's not that bad...  Jess seems more sexual with me...  and this
has been the best week of our lives in terms of sex...  she's jerking me
off, for Christ's sake!  She has never done that....' he thinks in his
head, although it's difficult due to all his blood being directed to his
engorged peen.

   Struggling with the idea, Willy glances at the TV and gasps.  You can
see a bit of the cameraman, and his hand is stroking his prick.  At least,
that's what it seems like due to the giant blur where his hand and penis
should be.

   "Oh, right...  Sander is weird like that.  Sometimes during the
recording, he just whips his huge dick out and starts playing with it!  I
try to ignore it," Jessica explains wanking her hubby.

   Wilson groans, speechless.  'It seems massive...  ugh...  wait, he is
the one who censors it, so he is probably exaggerating, yeah...  no way
that's real...' the naive husband evaluates.

   Jessica thinking that Willy is enjoying the handjob a little too much,
slows it down, transitioning to just lightly wiggling his tiny 3.5-inch
weenie.  He grunts, a bit frustrated, but she misinterprets it for
enjoyment.  She smiles happily.

   **TV**

   Reporter Jessica exits the dressing room and twirls around, showcasing
the baby-blue teddy that comes down to her upper thighs.  While it's not
sheer like the previous one, it has a built-in bra and emphasizes her tits
nicely.  As she spins, her matching lace panties come into view.

   "Pumpkin, lift your Lingerie and show us your new panties.  Sandy-boy,
zoom in on her crotch!" a booming voice says from the side.

   The camera focuses on Jessica's pussy, and you can faintly see some red
hair behind the lacey material.

   *****

   Wilson groans, and real-life Jess kisses her husband.  She's driving him
crazy with her playing, as she is just basically teasing him.  The
curly-haired man's precum leaks abundantly, making things even harder for
the inexperienced husband.

   "Willy, I know you're loving the show...  but try to hold back.  We
saved the best for last," Jess says, and her husband nods.

   He doesn't bother correcting her that it's not the show that is making
him incredibly horny and on edge, but her handjob is what's driving him
wild.

   **TV**

   As the intrepid newbie reporter returns to the changing room, her fat
producer hands her some purple underwear this time.  With a naughty smirk
at the camera, she makes a "follow me" sign and saunters into the changing
room.

   When the camera catches up to Jessica, she's already topless (blurred)
and has her hands on the waistband of her panties.  Her face is bright red;
she's clearly embarrassed.

   The strawberry-blonde inhales, holds her breath, and pulls her panties
down, exposing her blurred fiery pubic hair to the camera and her
coworkers.

   *****

   Willy watches the scene in slow-motion, his mouth is agape, and his eyes
are popping out.  His heart feels like leaping out of his chest.

   This is the first time he sees his wife fully naked.  His hot and sexy
wife is nude on TV!

   "Guuuhhh!" he grunts as his weenie twitches uncontrollably.  Jessica
releases her grip on his penis, but it's too late; he starts spurting his
seed all over his lap and his wife's hand.

   Jess bites her lip, "Oh, Willy, I knew you'd love it.  You couldn't even
hold it back!"

   The naive husband is too woozy and lost in his orgasm to process that
his innocent wife of 7 years is nude in public, exposed to the TV audience
and her coworkers.

   **TV**

   Jessica is standing there, almost in a daze, showcasing her naked and
blurred body to the camera.

   "Wowzah, Pumpkin.  What a banging body!" a low voice says from behind
the camera.

   The redhead reporter, still beet red, sheepishly replies, "Thanks, Mr.
Stone."

   "Best job ever!" says the young cameraman.

   "Now, boys, control yourselves.  I need to get dressed," she says
reproachfully, breathing heavily.

   Jessica quickly puts on the purple set of lace underwear.  Once again,
the bra cups are sheer, showcasing her uncensored nipples.  To make matters
worse (or better), her panties are also see-through on the crotch area,
revealing her unblurred strawberry-blonde public hair.  Everyone can see
her trimmed fiery bush.

   The newbie reporter has an almost drunken expression as she interviews
the store owner.

   *****

   "Bottoms, your bush..." Willy mutters weakly, pointing at the TV.

   Jess bites her lower lip, "I know, right?  This show is so crazy," she
says raspily.  She lowers her voice and adds, "I don't think I can hold off
anymore, Willy..."

   But he doesn't hear her, as he is too focused on watching his wife
parading around in sheer underwear.  "It's so unhinged...  how can this be
on TV?" the gullible husband comments, still out of breath.

   Jessica simply moans in response; her hand is inside her pajama shorts,
petting her pussy.

   **TV**

   On TV, the redhead reporter ends the interview and turns to the camera

   "Thanks, everyone, for tuning in to my second episode of Saucy
Saturdays! Next week, we will interview a local celebrity model called Big
Bill..." she says sultrily, "I heard he's packing!" she adds, making a
measurement size with her hands.

   "For WinstonTV, I am Jessica Russet, and don't forget to come down to
'Archer Sleepwear and Lingerie' to check out all their new summer
collection!  Maybe you'll even catch me around," she winks.

   The show cuts back to the news anchor, who jokes about the fiery
redhead's bush and then moves on with the nightly stories.

   *****

   Willy sighs and mutters, "I'm glad it's over..."

   "Did you like it, babe?" Jessica asks, hopeful.  She's still playing
with herself, but Willy doesn't notice.

   He will say he's torn about it, but then he stares at her dark-green
eyes.  'I can't make Bottoms sad.  She is so proud of it...  just a white
little lie...  harmless, right?' he tells himself.  "I did, honey.  You
were great," he says, giving her a forced grin.

   She moans, "Mmm, we will go to Jack's house next week.  He invited us to
a BBQ and to watch the show..." Jessica says and openly starts playing with
herself.

   Willy's eyes widen, "Bottoms!  What are you doing?"

   "I can't wait any longer.  I need to show you your surprise..." she
says, pulling her shorts down.

   "Here?!" Willy asks, glancing at their child's bedroom, "But Paul..."

   "He won't wake up...." the redhead opens her legs, revealing her raw,
uncensored, and pink sex to her husband for the first time.  It is covered
in red curly pubes.  She commands, "Now lick my pussy, Willy!  I need it!"

   The gullible husband immediately forgets everything on his mind and
enthusiastically lowers his head to give his wife oral sex for the first
time.

   It was a week of many firsts.