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My wife and I once spent a couple hours naked on the streets of our nearest city with 1,500 other people posing for photographer, Spencer Tunick. We'd thought we'd only be naked for a few minutes. It turned out we had to leave our clothes in a car park and cross over the river. We walked naked to several several local landmarks where posed together as one big group. My wife was pissed about being naked and cold for so long.

We dodged the TV cameras and walked past a long line of grinning policemen. We had to get unexpectedly intimate with total strangers when posing. Every time my wife saw a man with a small penis, she said "he should have stayed at home." She never mentioned the big ones but clearly she was checking them out too.

I've never admitted this before, but at one point during the walking, I felt an erection coming on. Although I was really embarrassed about my cock getting bigger, no one seemed to notice it. Fortunately it soon subsided when we stopped for the next shot.

It was probably the most bizarre experience I've known seeing hundreds of women of all shapes and sizes naked. Mostly, clutching their boobs due to the cold.

Although she claims it was all down to me, she had been the one who wanted to do it in the first place.

We didn't see anyone we knew except one guy she recognised from the gym.

When the photos were exhibited, I felt disappointed our friends couldn't see us naked because we'd hidden at the back like cowards. My wife rectified that a few years later with a solo effort.