Photo Class Model

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Photo Class Model -

I don't know if anyone is interested my old adventures , but with all the social separation, I only have memories to keep me company.

I've been married twice and both wives were exhibitionists. I'm not sure what that says about me, lol. My second wife was outrageously out of control, but my first wife was initially more restrained. I met my wife in San Francisco during my last year in the Army, 1966, when I was stationed at the SF Presidio.

My wife was an Asian American, daughter of a Filipino American school teacher. We both worked at the Military Mail Terminal in SF. Most of the women there wore pants, but my wife was already famous for wearing the new 1960s fashion micro minis to work. Her legs and butt were her best physical features and she knew it. Her job required a lot of bending. Everybody got an eyeful of her sheer panties and stockings. When minis first exploded onto the scene it was the pre pantyhose era. Women still wore conventional hosiery with garter belts. It was difficult for women to be stylish and still be modest....or not if they were like my wife.

On our very first date, I bluntly stated that all of her bending over in minis was deliberate. She cheerfully admitted that she was an exhibitionist. She loved shocking people. Her panties rule was that they had to be sheer enough to read the label through the material. She admitted that she also liked leaving store dressing room curtains partially open. The bending and dressing room games could pass as an "oops". Despite all that, she was not promiscuous.

After we married, we moved east due to my job. My wife was subjected to racial prejudice by the neighborhood wives. At that time, there was widespread resentment against the Vietnam War, and since I'd spent time in the war zone, some folks assumed I married a Saigon hooker. Some of the wives were especially mean, like our next door neighbor who whispered malicious rumors about my wife around the neighborhood. However, most of the husbands were very nice. Some became my close friends. I must admit that I didn't understand how hurtful the racial issue was for her until it was too late.

After 4 years, we had two kids. My wife hated what pregnancy and breast feeding did to her body, especially after our 2nd child. She was an indifferent mother, blaming the children for sagging breasts. Between dealing with the nasty wives and not enjoying motherhood, she was not happy. She began drinking. Wine was her beverage of choice. Lots of wine.

One thing that my first wife shared with my second wife was that she didn't bother getting fully dressed if she didn't have anywhere to go. For my wife, panties and T tops were adequate as all day home attire. (Actually her whole family was a bit like that, grabbing a coffee or eating breakfast in their undies.) She answered the door and often retrieved the mail or newspaper like that. At that time, we still had milk, bread and dry cleaning deliveries, so the various service people became familiar with her panty wardrobe. In her own way, my wife was showing her contempt for the neighbor wives. She loved it if their husbands saw her in her panties while she got the mail.. It was awkward at first when my male friends stopped over for a beer, but they got used to it over time. It was especially difficult explaining her dress code to my mother.

I was the photographer for our business. I learned how to process film in the Army. I built a home dark room for black and white film. When a local high school offered evening classes for serious amateurs and newbie pros, I enrolled. My wife decided to enroll as well.

The school cancelled the class segment with the live models, even though it was spelled out in the approved curriculum. The wife of one of the male students was offended that the school condoned "pornography" in their classrooms. My wife was attending class when the teacher told us about it. During our class break, the more serious students were expressing their disgust about the situation. My wife said "Oh hell, I'll model for you." I was skeptical at first but went along with it. I knew that she was an exhibitionist. That was ok. But I just didn't want everyone else in the class knowing our personal business. I was afraid of her wine habit.

The class teacher, a local pro, was informed of our solution after the break. He approved of the idea but could not attend himself due to the school restriction. However, if the students submitted duplicate 5x7 prints of their best photos from the event, he would give class credits. He wanted prints large enough to judge technique. He referred us to a pro photo lab that would develop glamour nudity for those without darkrooms or who used color film. He spent the last half of the class giving us tips on lighting nudes, what props we should use etc.

Our house had a large basement den. We chose a midweek evening at 9 PM, after our young kids were in bed. About 18 students said they'd come. Spouses were invited. Some students would bring beverages and snacks. I ordered pizzas to be delivered around10 PM. I was unaware that my wife invited our neighbor, Jerry, a really good guy. If Jerry came to our house, he had to tell his wife that he was visiting me. Our wives despised each other.

As advised by the teacher, I placed pale green sheets on a wall and floor for a not quite seamless background. A light blue blanket was d****d over a recliner chair. The light pastels were supposed to be good for black and white photos.

By 9 PM we had a full basement, nearly 30 people including spouses. A single father brought his 13 year old son. I paid him to listen for my young kids in case they woke up. He sat down at the kitchen table to do homework. On my way downstairs, I alerted my wife that it was time. She was standing naked in the bathroom, brushing her hair with a grim look on her face. I saw a nearly empty bottle of wine on the vanity next to her folded robe. A few minutes later, the teen boy sitting in the kitchen got a shock as my wife passed by. She descended the steps and paused dramatically before entering the room. She was totally naked.

I got my camera ready by mounting a new autofocus flash that I just purchased. I took a photo as she walked into the room. It was like a sun had exploded. I inadvertently had my flash set on full power manual. A severely over exposed image with no face was the best I could extract from the negative, and that took multiple tries, but it is a symbolic shot for me. I expected a robe, not stark naked. She remained naked for the entire evening.

Initially, people were snapping randomly while she sat or kneeled on a straight back chair in front of the green sheet.Everyone seemed shy about asking for poses. It was awkward since she was a fellow student. The first person who asked for a dramatic pose was one of the women. She asked my wife to get on her hands and knees on the green sheet and think about a panther ready to pounce on its prey. The lady told her that she was a wild animal and to act like it. My wife tossed her hair until she looked like a wild woman. The lady eventually had my wife stick her butt up, angle away at about 45 degrees, drop her shoulders and snarl at the camera over her shoulder. It was a pro quality photo, not porn despite her exposed crotch..

After about an hour, my wife wanted to go upstairs to repair her hair. While upstairs, she answered the door twice, once for the pizza guy and once for Jerry, our neighbor. The pizza guy was speechless. My wife paid him without saying anything. Jerry arrived on the heels of the pizza guy. Like most of my male friends, Jerry had seen my wife in panties many times while visiting. He didn't expect totally naked. After my wife gave the staring teen a slice, Jerry helped carry the pizzas downstairs. He brought his $10 Kodak camera that used flash cubes with a 20 exposure cartridge. He felt awkward after seeing the students 35 mm cameras.

After crawling on the floor for an hour, my wife preferred the comfort of the recliner chair. I spent most of the time either chatting or taking pictures of other people taking pictures. Still testing my flash, I took a few shots of my wife between the student requests. I was also testing the depth of field capability of a new lens, trying to maintain focus from head to toe while she was reclining away from the lens. She had smiles for the students, smirks for me.

After the students left en mass, Jerry helped clean up. He then finished the last exposures on his Kodak cartridge. He didn't know what to ask for, so my wife did some vulgar spread leg poses, hoping that Jerry's wife would see them. He gave her the cartridge to get developed.

The students who attended submitted their photos to the teacher to review. The teacher put the best prints from each student in a photo album. The crawling cat photo was voted best. The teacher gave my wife the submitted photos album. He then asked her if he could keep the duplicate prints to use as teaching tools. She said yes and signed a release. She was thrilled that future classes would be seeing her naked body. She added copies of Jerry's snapshots to the album. We separated months later. She went back to SF. Her last act before leaving was to destroy my darkroom equipment and burn most of my negatives files while I was away.

I've attached a few surviving shots from "model night" in a GIF. Still testing my flash and lens, I took them between poses for other students. The washed out shot is explained above. I printed these images in my darkroom. I had quite a few more but they were among the destroyed files. A snapshot of my wife when we first met shows that she actually could smile.

For me, my wife being naked was not particularly exciting. At that point in our marriage, we were barely getting along. However for her, it was a lifetime thrill. For almost two hours she was totally naked in front of nearly 30 people for a legitimate reason. And depending on the pose, every square inch of her body was exposed and photographed, including her vagina and anus. It was an event that she later talked about openly, frequently in graphic detail. She proudly showed her SF friends and some family members the photo album that the teacher gave her, including the more vulgar photos that Jerry took. She called it her model portfolio.