The last few days have been especially painful for me. This all started a couple of weeks ago when Foxy pulled out a box of old pictures she inherited from her mother. These are the typical family snapshots from the 40’s, 50’s, and 60’s that had accumulated over time.

Foxy has always been interested in photography, both in front of and behind the camera. As such, anytime someone was cleaning house, she’d take all the old photos that no one wanted. We have pictures of people from the early 1900’s (I guess) and have no idea who they are.

Anyway, in my wife’s mind, any request can be answered in one sentence, so she asked, “Can you scan these pictures so I can put them on my phone?”

I have a Nikon ED8000 negative scanner that I use to convert my negatives to digital, but I didn’t have a decent flatbed scanner beyond the document scanner that’s part of my color printer-fax-scanner doohickey. It is okay for print but is not good enough resolution for pictures.

Going to Amazon and B&H Photo, I discovered there is not much to pick from. Epson, which has been around forever, has scanners, but they don’t work well under Windows 11. I futzed around with the Epson scanner for about a week and finally sent it back to the Zon.

I next tried the ViiSAN A3 scanner, and it works like a dream. So life was good. I quickly went through the initial pile of pictures and scanned all of them to a cloud storage drive that Wifey could access from her iPhone.

My problems started when Norton anti-virus refused to install the software. Trying to fix it crashed Windows 11, and I had to reinstall the operating system and all programs. But two days later, and four installations of Windows later, everything is finally working.

This led me to several pictures of Foxy as a booth babe from before we moved to Las Vegas. A booth babe is defined as:

Booth babes is a term used to refer to women (mostly women, with the occasional exception) employed by brands to staff booths at trade shows. Booth babes are paid to dress in sexually revealing clothing for the purpose of enticing men to come over to the booth, and ideally view and buy the products being advertised. Booth babes are frequently required to wear clothing that is demeaning, and behave in a manner welcoming of the people sexually objectifying them. This usually include posing for pictures with male attendees that showcase how much the men are enjoying the sexually attractive traits of the booth babe.

My wife is a dyed-in-the-wool feminist who burned her bra years ago but somehow can rationalize being treated as a sex object and loves exposing her beautiful jugs or long legs to the admiration of the crowd that always surrounds her.

She hands me these pictures that I’d completely forgotten about but were taken at an engineering trade show. She was the quintessential booth babe in a low-cut dress split up the side to her waist, exposing her boobs and long legs. Foxy is generally the hottest girl in the room, and I always admit that I married way out of my pay grade. We had met at a photographer’s Christmas party, which she attended with another model who also posed for the group.

Foxy seemed offended when I asked her if, looking back did, she think that enticing nerdy engineers to our booth with her hot, gorgeous, nearly naked body was sexist and demeaning to women?

For her, using sex to achieve a goal is certainly in her wheelhouse and is used automatically without thinking. I’ve given up trying to understand how one minute she’s fired up about women’s rights to control their bodies and then the next giving the valet an upskirt shot to assure that her Lexus will be parked close to the entrance for a quick getaway.

I must admit that going to a swinger’s house party with that kind of arm candy guarantees that we’ll meet the best couples there. It’s not uncommon for guys to pimp out their wives when they are interested in yours, and the dynamics that play out are fascinating.

House parties are a voyeur’s wet dream as most of the women are exhibitionists like Foxy. For her, seeing how close to naked she can get without being arrested is the number one goal. But, you gotta love her.

I’m Larry Archer, a simple writer of smut stories in print, electronic, and audiobook formats. Foxy and I are swingers in real life, and I write about the things we do and see. While the Lifestyle is not for everyone, it’s been fun for us. My smut is explicit and hardcore but with a somewhat plot. My porn stories are generally positive and fun as this reflects how enjoyable swinging has been to us. If you’re interested in checking out my stories, I publish at all the typical outlets.

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