She really loved being naked at the parties, when she wasn’t posing. It just felt natural, and since the spouses/partners were mingling around during the poses, her being nude was just part of the whole scene.
By this point, she’d been modeling for this same group long enough that she said it almost seemed silly to cover up between poses. Maybe not “silly”, but she felt like it just seemed unnecessary.
After all, most of the spouses and partners had only ever known her as the nude model at these parties, and the whole vibe was a lot more casual than the more formal “classes”. Music playing, food, drink, conversation. Everyone chatting while she was modeling, sometimes asking for her input on topics too (while she modeled). Very much a good-vibe atmosphere.
It quickly got to the point where the non-artist spouses and partners really seemed to get a big kick out of knowing someone socially, who they only knew and interacted with when she was nude. Sometime she’d run into one of them out in public, and to a person they all would eventually say it seemed weird seeing her with clothes on. So it was like “being nude” was a huge part of her persona.
I’ll have to ask her later (she’s out at the moment), but I’m sure she quickly got a nice thrill out of it, especially how it was such a body-positive environment. Yes, with a hint of the erotic (how couldn’t there be), but all in such a fun, upbeat way. She could laugh and joke, and was free to totally be her self, and be naked too, among friends and the Very best friends of those friends (so a high degree of comfort, even though she didn’t know the partners quite as long). It was an excellent screening process, if you want to look at it that way.
I absolutely loved it, and looked forward to going every month (I didn’t right away, but ended up going to every single party for about 4 years, when I sorta got hooked after the first time). I mingled too, sometimes with my wife in her conversations. But more often than not, I did my own thing usually keeping her in my peripheral vision. Not because I was worried about her, but just to enjoy seeing her have so much fun like that.
Most people knew I was her boyfriend (later husband), but not everyone instantly. I always came off as one of the partners, but it usually took a little bit for them to put together that I was “with the model”.
The female partners/spouses of the artists always seemed to taking a liking to me especially, for some reason, which I could only make wild guesses about. Maybe it was interesting to talk to a guy who was so comfortable sharing his wife’s physique with everyone? I’m not sure. Everyone was very mildly flirtatious (the more the wine flowed), and maybe they felt like they clearly weren’t going to get crosswise with mistaken signals with the guy who clearly had the hottest woman in the room.
The parties went pretty late, so I don’t think we had sex much “later that night”, but LOTS the next day. Looking back, I do have to say that seeing her like that (nude at the party for hours) did change my perspective just a little for a few days. She’s always been comfortable being naked around the house with just me, but the parties did cause me to experience her nudity differently for a few days. Hard to explain exactly how, but maybe it was me almost “scoping her out”’ at the parties for hours (something I wouldn’t have done at home), probably had an effect.
The parties were pretty long, usually from 6pm until at least 11pm, so 5+ hours most of the time. By the time I started going to them, she usually took off all her clothes right when she got in the door, like “here’s my coat, and off came her sweater, and pants, and bra and panties, all in less than a minute. It sort of became a tradition, actually, so she got right into character(?) ASAP right after she got in the door. That kind of signaled the true start of the event, because it wasn’t a real party until the nude model got there (and was nude).
The energy in the room felt like it exploded when we would first get there, and there was a very celebratory quality to her stripping off. And totally matter of factly too, NEVER in any sort of striptease sort of way. But, if you can imagine, she and 3-4 people would all be exchanging exuberant verbal hellos, with lots of animated smiles and quips - all while my wife goes from fully dressed to completely naked in less than a minute, all while acting like old friends that hadn’t seen each other in 6 months (even if it had only been a month).
It was clearly all played up a bit, but it all developed naturally from all the good natured relationships she had with all these people. And OMG, it was like fireworks suddenly going off, everyone being so excited to see her again, without even one word usually being said about her body, or any crass or pervy comments. When the model got there, it was time to get serious about the party, even if she wasn’t posing for another 20 minutes, after she’d gotten a little food, and caught up with people.
In a word, it was ELECTRIC. And I would give anything to be a part of that again, with my wife (clearly). But frankly, just as much with any attractive woman so exuberantly shedding all her clothes for a bunch of old friends who knew her best (and maybe only) as being naked. And especially to experience that something like 40 times, is a memory I’ll treasure as long as I live.
Lastly, occasionally her poses would have her a bit more exposed than usual, maybe one or two long poses, but especially when they would do a series of super-quick sketches, of poses lasting maybe 1-2 minutes each (tops). She would sometimes contort herself a bit, and have a lot of fun with it. And that often put her best bits a bit more out there, especially for the much shorter poses. I’ll have to ask her if she remembers that, and if she was conscious about what she was doing.
I’ll have to poke around some One Click Chicks threads, and keep an eye out for some pics of some ladies with her similar body type.
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