This is a fantasy loosely based on an actual event.
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My wife Madilyn and I have been married for over 38 years. She was a very shy young lady of fifteen when we met. We married when she was twenty-one and I was twenty-four. We had two children a boy three years after we married and a girl two and a half years after our first child. She says she lost her modesty after our first child. Over the years she has become more outgoing. I have constantly pushed the envelope, as I would like to have her expose her body to other men in a safe environment.
We have had a happy marriage for the most part. There have been rough times financially and some times we needed to sit down to talk things out. My wife is a pretty woman, but she is not a Barbie doll type women. Madilyn is just the way I like her; she has light brown hair almost blonde, with a Thirty-eight, twenty-eight, thirty-six figure. When I was in my middle Thirties I had a medical problem the doctors attributed to stress. I was a construction supervisor in charge of multimillion dollar jobs. My doctor said I should find something to do I enjoyed as an outlet for my stress, as I was a workaholic.
When growing up I liked to draw, but wasn't very good at it and furthermore being an artist wasn't something a guy who is in construction would do and I have been in construction for as long as I can remember, being third generation in the trades. In the Western Massachusetts city where I live there is an Art co-op. (A place where people meet to draw), the group meets once a week. The doctor gave me the co-op number, when I told him I liked to draw. I called the following day. The lady I talked to told me the time and day the class meets. The subject she said was life drawing, which at the time I didn't know what she meant, but I was afraid to ask, because I didn't want to show my ignorance of art to this lady.
I told Madilyn what I wanted to do to relieve my stress and she was all for it ,as the doctor told both of us, if I didn't calm down I would be dead before I was forty. I purchased the materials from an art supply store called Michaels I needed for drawing. On the appointed night I showed up at the artisans building with my art supplies and some trepidation.
There were fourteen men and one woman who greeted me when I walked in. I was introduced to the group by the groups' leader. I found out later he married one of my cousins. The woman in attendance was named Sandy. He explained Sandy was our model for the night and he told her it was almost time to start. She left the room to get ready. I was expecting her to come out with an outfit on, but she came back a few minutes later in a robe. She was told by the group coordinator to go to the small raised platform and the first hour of poses were standing poses five to ten minutes each.
I was surprised to see when she removed the robe, and set it on a chair. She was nude! Sandy mounted the raised platform facing us for a full frontal in all her naked glory for the first pose, the next pose was of her back with her head turned to us and one breast showing. Her nipple was hard by this time and it was not cold in the room. For the next hour she did standing poses five to ten minutes each with a few minutes between to give her a break and for the artists to discuss her next pose. She remained nude the whole time.
Sandy was very comfortable being naked in front of all us. She was about forty-five years old, although she was not pretty when we first met. She was beautiful nude, her body was thin she was about five foot- eight with small breasts and large nipples. Her hair was black, with some strands of gray and cut short. Her pubic hair was black and trimmed, when she stood with her legs a comfortable distance apart she had a space at the juncture of them and her vaginal lips hung down between her legs when she became excited, which she was after her second pose. You could see the moisture on her vaginal lip,s if you looked closely, which I did. She had a nice tight bottom and shapely legs. When she came close you could smell her excitement.
I was having a hard time concentrating on the drawing for the first fifteen minutes, but after I studied her figure and overcame the fact she was nude. I started to draw what I saw. Watching the other men present I saw them put up their thumb. I guessed it was to measure with, so I did the same thing. When they called time the only thing I had on my drawing pad was a thumb and it was mine. I came to the realization I really needed help!
The woman I knew for a few minutes before she came out naked as the day she was born gave me the privilege of drawing her and I was embarrassed at how poor a representation of her body I had on my sketch pad. My drawings were not very good, I found out how hard it was to draw in the first hour I was there. My sketches were very bad. When the coordinator called for a fifteen minute break I closed my rudimentary sketches in my drawing pad. Sandy walked around the room to look at the sketches.
Stopping by my easel she asked, "I would like to see how you did," as she has not seen me before at the art meeting.
I apologized profusely for my lack of talent as I reluctantly showed her my poor excuse for her likeness, saying. "I have just started drawing and I cannot do you justice with my sketches."
She laughed and said, "That is why I am here modeling so everyone can practice their drawing skills, because the human form is the hardest to draw."
"In my case it is the lack of drawing skills." I added
It was very exciting to be talking with a naked lady, as she didn't put on her robe. She walked around nude and very comfortable doing so. She walked with me out to the lounge which involves going down a public hall, but it didn't faze her one bit. She walked down the hall to the break room as if she was fully clothed even through people were coming into the break rooms and through the halls. Sandy impressed me and I became more focused on finding a way to have my wife become as confident as Sandy is.
Sandy said, "I need a soda, but I haven't any where to put any change."
We all laughed. I bought her a soda from the machine. She sat with us in the lounge, not worried about her modesty and talked with us, as other people came in and out to get something at the machines. We were in a media arts center, so I guess that is why no one really said anything to her. The coordinator told us it was time to go back into the art studio.
When we entered the room Sandy was told by the coordinator. "The next hour would be longer poses twenty minutes each, they would be sitting and reclining poses."
For the first pose Sandy was sitting in a chair facing us with her knees together modestly hiding her vaginal area per the instruction given her by the coordinator. I started drawing right away. I figured I needed all the time I could get to see if I could capture Sandy's beauty in my drawing.
When time was called I looked at the drawing, it was still bad, but getting better. We had a few minutes break Sandy just sat in the chair, but when she relaxed she let her legs spread a little and a hint of her vaginal area could be seen from our chairs. Sandy didn't care she became more exposed to us; she talked with a few of the men who are regulars during the break.
The next twenty minute pose the coordinator had her pose on a reclining daybed on her back with her head facing us, one leg crossed over the other with on arm over her pubic hair. I started drawing almost immediately Sandy's nudity was becoming commonplace, but it was nice to have a naked woman to draw. My drawings were becoming better, but still I had a long way to go.
We had a break and then the coordinator asked if Sandy would like to pose the way she wanted to for the last sitting. Sandy laid back on the day bed; put a pillow at her back with her feet facing the artists. She put one foot on the floor and the other over the back of the day bed, therefore spreading herself completely for the gathered artist. As she spread her legs she looked each of the artists assembled the eye. Sandy was so excited her blood engorged vaginal lips opened with the moist inner lips dripping her excitement. She had her hand resting on her pubic mound just above her open vagina slowly rubbing her clit while everyone watched her. It was very difficult to get into the final drawing with Sandy pleasuring herself in front of us. She continued to very slowly rub her clit as we tried to draw her. After the coordinator called time was up Sandy got up still naked and walked around the room and looked at all the drawings. She knew she had our attention because all the drawings where not as good as the ones before. You couldn't tell the difference with my drawing they were all bad or so I thought.
Sandy stopped to look at my drawings she compared all of them saying. "I can see a lot of improvement between your first drawing and you last. Keep up the good work." She gave me a smiled of encouragement before she moved on.
"Thank you, for the vote of confidence." I said to her as she made me feel better, but I knew I still had a long way to go to draw as well as the other artists present.
Going over all the drawing together we all looked at the other's drawings. Sandy came over not bothering to dress and started critiquing our drawings still nude. I was the one that needed the most help.
One of the other artists Jim said, "I can help you, but you have to supply the model."
I took his number and after Sandy dressed and left we all went our separate ways, but I still couldn't get over how relaxed Sandy was being naked in front of us all and how she showed us everything she had in the name of art. I wanted my wife to be like her.
When I returned home my wife asked, "How was the drawing class?"
