Model Life Ch. 6

Model Life, Chapter 6 - Multiple Exposure

Chris's modeling session for my sculpture class had gone even better than I anticipated. She had taken a very open pose, leaving nothing to the imagination. She performed a striptease in front of the class and wandered naked from student to student as she discussed their sculptures and compared the features on their sculptures to her naked body, up close and personal. You can see why I can no longer title my stories about Chris "Shy Wife."

Part 1: Modeling for a Surprise Guest

Several weeks passed, and a new session of classes started. Unfortunately, work trips kept me from signing up for any classes, so I hadn't been to see Chris modeling for Mark's advanced painting class. After the first session of that class, Chris described the class to me in excited tones. She was modeling up against a backdrop of deep red satin that was draped in an oblong oval. "It's really quite sensual and beautiful," she told me. She had modeled for Mark before, but one thing about the new class caused her concern, at least at first. Maria, the manager of another department in my office, was in the class. The two of them had met briefly on a couple of occasions at large company functions, but Chris said that Maria didn't seem to know who she was. That was understandable. It's a big company and there was no reason for Maria to remember the spouse of another manager. Plus, seeing someone out of context, and with her clothes off, you tend to focus not on the face but on the body. So, Maria hadn't put two and two together.

I hoped it would stay that way. Maria had seen naked drawings of me, and even purchased one from Olivia, but she didn't know the full extent of my modeling, and she didn't know that Chris modeled too. I preferred to keep it that way if I could. The less ammunition Maria had to use around the office the better, but there was little I could do about it at this point. Hopefully, Maria would never make the connection. Maybe, I considered, I should pull the plug on the whole modeling deal before it got further out of hand and there were consequences at work, but I was addicted to seeing Chris model naked, and it was too late to stop in any case.

Three weeks into Mark's advanced drawing class, I was able to break away on a Thursday night to go down to the Art Institute. I dropped in on Lauren's sculpture class, promising I would be back sculpting again for the next session. Diane was there and commented that she would rather have me model again, but I smiled and demurred, indicating that I was sure Lauren would find a better model. Little did she know, all she had to do was to have Lauren ask me, and I would have no choice but to model. That little bit of information about Chris' and my deal was something I was not about to let out.

In the lounge, I ran into Olivia. We had been talking more frequently at work since her sculpting and drawing me, and we had become close. I knew that she was taking Stephanie's drawing class this session. We hugged, sat down on one of the couches, and talked about her class. Before long, the door opened to the painting studio, and Chris wandered out wearing her teal kimono. An older gentleman from the class obediently headed out to pick up a latte for Chris. Lattes seemed to be the currency for facetime with the model on breaks. Chris came over to me and Olivia, greeting us both with a hug and then carefully re-tying her kimono.

"This sash just won't stay tied," she commented as she tried to double-knot the fabric. "You guys want to come in and see the progress everyone is making on their paintings?" We agreed, and the three of us wandered into the studio.

Students were well along on their paintings. Chris' figure was roughed in, and her features were starting to take shape. The drapery of the red fabric enfolded her on either side.

"Squint your eyes," she said. "What does it look like?"

"Oh my God," Olivia said immediately. "It's a vagina!"

"Exactly," Chris said. Mark told me it's designed to be like the Georgia O'Keefe flowers where you see the abstract shape of a woman's vagina, only in this case, you have a naked woman in the center. I guess you could say, I'm the labia," she added with a laugh.

We all admired the sensual composition of the pieces and commented on the varying skill of the artists. Mark wandered in and "Crystal" (the name Chris used when modeling) briefly introduced me as a friend and fellow model. He greeted me politely and indicated that he'd heard about me from Lauren, the sculpture instructor. Crystal also introduced Olivia, indicating she was an art student but had done some portrait modeling for Stephanie's class.

"I knew I recognized your face," Mark said warmly, while obviously taking in more of Olivia than just her face. "I hope you'll take one of my classes. Or" he added," if you'd like to model, just let me know."

Olivia blushed and said that she would love to take one of his classes, shying away from the modeling comment. As the class filtered back in, Mark apologized that he had a firm no visitors policy, even for friends of the model, because he didn't want his painters to feel like they were being watched or judged by others outside the class. We thanked him and made our way out of the classroom into the lounge. As we opened the door to leave, I glanced over my shoulder to see Crystal drop her kimono on a chair revealing every inch of her body to the class as she mounted the model stand and took her place, nude against the red drapery of the backdrop. She was stunning.

As the door closed, I turned to see Maria and Stephanie talking on the other side of the lounge. They looked up in our direction. I gave Olivia a hug and a peck on the cheek, and she headed back to her drawing class. Just as I was getting ready to leave, Stephanie called to me, walking over in my direction.

"Jay, I haven't seen you in a while. Hope everything's okay."

I assured her that everything was fine and that I had just been busy with work, "but things are beginning to lighten up."

"Good," she said. "I'm hoping we'll see more of you around here. In fact, I was wondering if you could do me a favor."

"Sure, I'm glad to help if I can."

"Well, you know that I monitor the uninstructed drawing session that we have every Saturday morning. The model I had scheduled for Saturday just canceled on me. Would you mind stepping in?"

I had nothing on my calendar that would prevent me from doing that, and under my deal with Chris, I couldn't refuse if I wanted to, so I told Stephanie that I'd be glad to help out.

"You're the best. I knew I could count on you. See you on Saturday, she called as she hurried back to her drawing class, where the students were already in place and hard at work."

**

The next day, I was sitting in my office with my feet up on the desk looking out my window and thinking about making an early escape to the gym when I looked up to see Maria leaning against the door-jam with a sly smile on her face. Stacy, my assistant who was usually so good at heading off people who are not on my calendar, gave me a look from behind Maria and put her hands up to indicate that there was nothing that she could do to stop her.

"Come on in," I said motioning to Maria. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" I asked, as Maria clicked the door shut behind her and wandered into my office. At first, she said nothing. She just walked around the office looking at the mementos on my bookcase. Then, she wandered past my desk to the credenza underneath my window and picked up the black and white portrait of Chris that was taken by my friend James.

"You know, this portrait of your wife, Christen, is it?" (Chris's full name is Christen.) I nodded. "You know," Maria continued with a twinkle in her eye, "she bears an amazing similarity to Crystal, our model for my advanced drawing class with Mark." Maria paused for effect. "At first, I couldn't figure out where I'd seen her before. Then I saw you and Crystal together yesterday, talking with Olivia. We had been working on the details of Crystal's face. I remembered seeing this picture of her in your office, and it hit me. I knew exactly who she was." She raised her eyebrows and then set the picture back on the credenza.

"Stephanie told me that Crystal is a regular model down at the Art Institute. She also told me that you have modeled nude for the sculpture class that Olivia took. All this time, my loyal assistant Olivia knew that Crystal was your wife, and Olivia went to class each week to sculpt you nude, but she never told me, even when I asked her about her art classes. I'm beginning to question where her loyalties really lie."

I sat there mute. "Now, I'm not judging, but that's quite an extensive double life you two have going on, corporate executive with a lovely professional wife doubling as nude art models."

I opened my mouth to say something, but Maria held up her hand. "Oh, don't worry, I have no intention of letting the cat out of the bag. I'm enjoying painting Christen, or should I say Crystal, and Olivia's drawing of you was really quite revealing. Hopefully, I'll be seeing more of both of you."

With that, Maria turned and sauntered across the office, opening the door to leave. "I'll be seeing you around," she said over her shoulder, as she headed off down the hall.

"What was that about?" Stacy asked, getting up from her desk in the cubicle outside my office.

"Oh nothing, Maria is just being her usual manipulative self." But, I was not at all sure that it was nothing. Knowledge is power, and Maria had knowledge that I wish she didn't. I would just have to see where that would lead.

**

On Saturday morning, as promised, I showed up at the Art Institute. The door to the institute was open, but few students were there that early. A couple of students sat in one corner, a twenty-something girl and guy, both wearing all black and sporting a range of tattoos and piercings. On the other side of the room was Olivia, sipping on a latte. I knew the morning sessions were lightly attended, and I hadn't considered that someone I knew, let alone Olivia, would be there. Sure, she had seen every inch of me in multiple classes, but because I hadn't expected it, I got a little shot of adrenaline from seeing her there.

Olivia smiled an honest smile and waived me over. We had become good friends. We chatted for a while, then Olivia looked at her phone. "No Stephanie and no model, guess I didn't have to rush to get here."

"Well, Stephanie is always late, but the model isn't." Olivia looked at me quizzically.

"Today, I'm afraid that your stuck drawing me."

A flash of surprise crossed her face, then a blush, then the same kind of recognition that I had experienced when seeing that she was there and that I would be standing nude in front of her.

"Great," she said, recovering her composure. "I'm no longer afraid of you."

I chuckled.

"In fact, I quite enjoy drawing you. I'm really getting to know your body."

If I was one to blush, that would have done it for me. Instead, her comment just made me feel hard.

"You know," Olivia continued, "that must be why Maria wanted to meet me here this morning."

"What?" I said with surprise.

"She scolded me for not telling me about Crystal being your wife, or about your other modeling sessions, and she told me that she wants to draw you."

Just as Olivia said this, Stephanie and Maria walked into the room, with Stephanie calling out apologies for being late and Maria looking at me with an expression on her face like the cat that ate the canary.

Maria took her place, front and center, about six feet from the model stand, and Stephanie called for us to get started. That was my cue, to mount the model stand and drop my clothes in front of a coworker who I was sure was up to no good. But there was nothing I could do, and I was not about to show that she had gotten to me.

As I pulled off my shirt and dropped my shorts, Maria leaned back in her chair and took in every inch of me. My gaze met hers, and she did not avert her eyes. She made it clear how much she was enjoying herself.

For my part, I wanted to show that I was not intimidated. For my opening two-minute pose, I stood directly in front of Maria, my feet shoulder-width apart, my hands behind my head, and my cock hanging at eye level in front of her. We locked eyes. Very subtly, so that no one else would notice, she licked her lips, then she started to draw. Throughout the class, our eyes would meet, and Maria would make a point of holding my gaze before looking down and continuing her drawing.

During the long break, I donned my shorts, leaving my chest bare. "Oh," Maria said, you didn't need to put those on for me."

"I didn't," I replied. "I just need to walk down the hall. You'll get a good view again in a few minutes," I said as I headed off for the bathroom.

When I returned, Maria had stepped out to take a call, and I talked with Olivia, looking at her drawings of me.

"Do you ever come to the morning session to draw?" she asked.

"No. I'm not really a morning person. I'm only here today because Stephanie asked me to fill in, that must be how Maria found out that I'd be here."

Olivia nodded in agreement. "I'm sure she did. She was very insistent that I should meet her here this morning." In fact, I assume that it was Maria that put the whole thing in motion.

"What about you?" I asked. "Do you come on Saturday to draw very often?"

"No, this is my first time. But I do like the fact that so few people are here. It's easy to get a good seat."

We chatted aimlessly for a while until Stephanie called that it was time to get to work.

After the long break, I did one pose for the remainder of the session. At the end of the session, I stepped off the model stand, intentionally remaining nude, walking up to Maria to look at her drawing. Maria may have been a complete bitch, but she was a talented artist. Her drawing of me, sitting on a chair with my legs spread wide and my arms spread across the back of the chair, was rendered in exquisite detail. There was no doubt that it was me, and my manhood was plainly on display for all to see. "If only HR would let me put this in my office," Maria said with a smile, looking at her drawing. "Oh well, the living room will have to do." Maria packed up her things. "Until next time, " she called out as she stood and walked toward the door.

I could see her now, smirking at me as we sat across from each other in the boardroom. She certainly had me by the balls, so to speak. I would have to play this carefully.

Olivia was the last student to leave. "Thank you Jay, you are a great model as always. I was really impressed by the way you handled Maria. She can be quite intimidating, but you just took control. My goal is to be as confident as you."

She paused, looked down and then looked back at me. "I know I'm not as good an artist as Maria, but I wanted you to have this." Olivia handed me the drawing she had done in our long session that morning. While it was not as skilled as the one Maria had done, it was still beautiful. It was gentler than Maria's, the idealized me. On the right hand corner, it was signed "XO, Olivia" with the date.

I pushed Maria out of my mind, and I gave Olivia a hug and a peck on the cheek. I was quite honest when I told her how much I loved it. She blushed and headed to her car. As I watched her go, I reflected on the difference between being nude in front of Olivia, which I would do willingly any time, and being naked in front of Maria, which was all about domination, and to be avoided if possible.

Part 2 - A Surprise Model

The next week, Chris was out of town visiting friends. When I modeled for Stephanine the prior week to help her out, I agreed to do it in trade - one modeling session for two drop-in sessions of drawing. Stephanie had texted me, encouraging me to come on Saturday if I could. Why not, I thought. So, instead of heading out alone to Chris' and my usual breakfast spot, I headed down to the art institute to do some drawing. Hopefully, there would be an attractive woman to draw, but whoever was there, it was a time to relax and have some coffee to get the day started.

When I got to the studio, cup of coffee in hand, the only person there was Olivia. She looked up at me. "What are you doing here?" she said in an incredulous tone.

Not having had much of my coffee yet, I looked back at her, confused. "I thought I would draw?"

"I thought you didn't like drawing in the morning. Did Maria tell you to come?"

I was not following. "Maria? No, why?"

"Never mind," she said.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, everything's fine. I'm sorry. Here, grab a seat," she added, moving her bag and patting the couch beside her.

Olivia fidgeted nervously as we talked. Something was up, but I couldn't quite figure out what was going on. In the next 10 minutes, three other students came in, though no one that either of us knew. Olivia seemed to relax a little bit, but she still seemed tense. Eventually, five minutes after the session was supposed to start, Stephanie popped in. "Sorry I'm late," she said.

I turned to Olivia. "She's always late.... But, I wonder where our model is?"

As we grabbed our things and headed into the studio, Olivia turned to me. "I'm the model," she said with a blush. My mouth dropped open. Olivia looked down at the floor, then back at me, then at the floor again. She set down her bag on a chair and stepped hesitantly onto the model stand where she stood in her knee-length summer dress, shifting nervously from one foot to the other, not making eye contact with anyone.

Now I understood. Olivia had only reluctantly modeled for a portrait class, though one of her blouses was more transparent than she had intended. Maria had been after Olivia to model nude for some time and must have set this up. I could see Maria's ploy in my mind. "Don't worry." she would have said. There are only a few students that come in the morning, so there won't be anyone you know. You can see what it feels like to model nude without having to be embarrassed showing your body to people you know. Olivia must have agreed: "Okay, I'll do it, but you can't come, and you can't tell anyone that I will be there." That must have been how it went, but I had spoiled the clandestine modeling assignment by showing up. No wonder Olivia was upset. All of the sudden, the morning had gone from modeling nude for the very first time for a couple of nameless artists who she would probably never see again, to stripping in front of a male friend, someone she saw at work almost every day.

My thoughts were interrupted by Stephanie. "Okay everyone, our model today is Olivia." Olivia gave a small wave, and made an effort to smile, looking around the room, though she avoided eye contact with me. "She is new at this, so be kind. Olivia, let's get started."

Olivia took a noticeable deep breath, closed her eyes and pulled off her dress over her head. There was nothing underneath. Her body was slim and toned, her breasts were full, the nipples erect with excitement. Her skin was perfect and unmarked, and her pubic hair was shaved in a neat little strip, leaving her labia exposed. She was standing completely nude just eight feet in front of me.

As Stephanie explained that we would start with two-minute gestures, then go to 5 minutes,10 minutes and 20 minutes, I could not take my eyes off Olivia. Sure, I had seen drawings of her perfect D size breasts through the translucent top that she had worn for a portrait, but seeing her in person did not disappoint.

Finally, as Stephanie stopped talking, Olivia took another deep breath and looked at me. She was already flushed and blushed deeply as our eyes met. I smiled at her. She looked down at first, then she raised her eyes and looked into mine, the edge of her mouth turning up into a hesitant half smile.

Stephanie called out to remind Olivia to start her pose, so she touched her iPhone to start her timer and took her first pose. Instead of trying to cover herself, she took a page from my book. Olivia spread her feet shoulder width apart, put her hands behind her head, knitting her fingers into her long dark hair, shifting her weight to her right leg and slightly turning out her left knee. Nothing was hidden.

Initially, Olivia had her eyes closed. She took several deep breaths and opened them, at first looking toward the floor, then looking at me and then averting her eyes again. She was blushing deeply. I cannot even describe the effect she had on me, or my efforts to keep an erection from forming in my shorts. I had to tell myself to close my mouth and pick up a stick of charcoal. As I started to draw, Olivia again glanced in my direction, this time holding my eyes briefly and giving me a shy smile.

As Olivia shifted from pose to pose, she became more relaxed and was no longer blushing. The first 20 minutes flew by. On the first break, Olivia turned from the class, reached into her bag and pulled out a short kimono. Pulling on the kimono, and loosely tying the sash, she paused at first, apparently trying to decide what to do, then she stepped off the model stand and came over to me.

"Well?" she said, looking at me and then looking down at the floor.

"Well, you did an amazing job. I never would have guessed that you hadn't modeled nude before."

This elicited a smile from her. "Thanks. I picked this session to try out being nude because no one ever comes. I didn't think you'd be here. You never come to Saturday drawing, you told me that yourself last week. I thought it would be safe. When you showed up, I couldn't even believe it."

"I'm sorry if I ruined your secret debut," I commented. "I can leave if you want."

"No, thanks, it's okay, now I'm glad you're here. Each time I take a pose, I think of you. I think of you posing nude in front of my drawing class or posing for the sculpture class in front of all of those people. It's helping me keep up my courage knowing that you've done it too."

"I'm glad that I could be of assistance," I said with a laugh. Olivia relaxed. We glanced over my quick sketches, and soon she was back on the model stand where I took in every inch of her.

On the long break, we walked down the street for a coffee, and she told me how she felt about being nude: scared at first, embarrassed, but then getting more comfortable, maybe a little excited and empowered. I asked whether she would do it again.

"You mean like for sculpture or a big drawing class?"

I nodded.

"I don't know. I just can't see getting nude in front of a big group of people, especially people that I sort of know. It seems safer here. I've seen you nude, now you've seen me. I don't know that I'm brave enough to face a big group."

I commented that I hoped that she would model again and drew another shy smile and a blush.

For the last half of class, Olivia was to take one long pose. She pulled a tall stool to the center of the model stand and sat down, with her right foot on the floor and her left on a cross-member midway up the stool. Was she taking the open pose that Chris had taken for our sculpture class? She looked at me, smiled, and dropped her left knee to the side, opening her legs and giving an unobstructed view of her labia. She gave a slight twist to the side, placed her right hand on the stool, pushed her shoulders back and her ample chest forward. She was magnificent.

"Beautiful!" Stephanie exclaimed.

Olivia's blush returned as she looked at me, but it began to fade as I started to draw. On break, Olivia stood naked on the model stand with her hands over her head, stretching from side to side. Then she put on her kimono, stepped off the model stand and wandered by to look at the students' work. She stopped at me last.

"You recognize the pose?"

"Of course I do. You are brave to take that pose on your first time modeling."

"Well, I have good tutors, don't I? If Crystal can do it, then so can I."

At the end of the class, Stephanie thanked Olivia for modeling, and the artists called out their thanks. As the other three students packed up and began to leave, Olivia pulled on her kimono but only made a half-hearted effort to tie the sash. She stepped off the model stand and walked over to see what I had drawn. She stood beside me, bending over and looking over my shoulder at my drawing, her breasts hanging at eye level and her pussy fully on display through the robe that had now come completely untied.

"That's amazing!" I knew you could sculpt, but I didn't know you could draw so well."

I thanked Olivia and saw that she was blushing again.

"You really didn't miss a detail on my labia, did you?"

"I just drew what I saw."

"Well, looks like you saw everything," she said. "Can I ask, you a favor?"

"Sure, anything for you."

"Would you please not display it in the lounge? I'd like to keep this session under wraps."

"No problem," I assured her. "In fact...." I reached down to the drawing, and signed the bottom right corner just as she had done with the drawing of me "XO Jay" with the date. I rolled up the drawing and handed it to her.

"You're the best," she said reaching her arms around my neck and giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, as she pressed her mostly naked body against mine. "I hope Chris knows how lucky she is," she said. Returning to the model stand, Olivia pulled on her dress, gathered her bag and headed out, with my drawing of her in hand.

When I got home, for a moment I regretted that I had given the drawing to Olivia, but her beautiful body was burned into my retinas, and I could still feel her body against mine. I took off all my clothes. I thought of her, and I pleasured myself until I came.

Part 3 - Chris Gets My Attention

When Chris got home from her trip that evening, I told her the whole story of Olivia posing. Well, almost the whole story, I omitted the part where I jerked off while thinking of Olivia.

"Well, it looks like you're having a little bit too much fun with Olivia," she said, raising her eyebrows. "I'm going to have to do a little something to grab your attention back, that is, if you're still interested in seeing me nude in front of a bunch of artists."

I assured her that I was.

"Well, you may be interested in these," Chris said, pulling out her phone and handing it to me. The photo she pulled up was one of the paintings a student had done of her during Mark's class. The student was moderately talented, and it was clear that the painting was of Chris. I began to scroll through the photos of the work done by other students. As I did, Chris stood behind me, putting her arms around me and looking around my right arm at the photos, while she reached into my pants. A few photos later, I found a photo of the painting done by Mark. It was remarkable. It captured every detail of Chris' nude body, and it gave off a sexual energy that was incredible. Chris began to stroke my cock.

I scrolled one photo further, there was a shot of Mark from behind, a paint brush in one hand, looking around a nearly finished painting of Chris as he looked around the easel. In the background, with only a slight blur to obscure her identity was my naked wife posing for him. Chris unzipped my pants.

The next photo showed several members of the class with their easels in front of them working intently on their paintings. Again, Chris was completely nude but was out of focus in the background. Chris pushed my pants off my hips and let them drop to the ground.

I scrolled through more photos, one of each of the students with their paintings in front of them. The students and their work were in sharp focus, but Chris and the background were blurred. My shorts came off and my erect member sprang free.

Next, there was a picture of Chris with her robe loosely tied, her cleavage showing, standing next to Mark's incredible painting of her, all in sharp focus. The next shot was Chris again, only this time she was completely nude and in focus, standing by Mark's painting of her. My balls disappeared and my cock began to throb.

Finally, there was a picture of the entire class; everyone with their paintings turned toward the camera. In the middle was Mark, and next to him, still completely nude among all of the dressed artists, was my wife beaming at the camera. Her face was flushed, showing her excitement and embarrassment at what she was doing. Every inch of her was on display, from her perfect tits down to her carefully shaved pussy. Chris stroked harder and I came like a volcano.

After I recovered, I sat down on the couch looking at her in amazement.

She smiled and explained: "Mark asked me to shoot a couple when the class was going on," she said, "he said he would use portrait mode to blur me and I told him that was OK, as long as he shot them on my phone so that I could approve them." She paused and scrolled back a few photos to the one with Mark painting and her nude but blurred. "I like the one with him painting me in particular."

"After the last class, we were all celebrating and having some wine. I was standing around in my robe and Mark asked me to shoot a couple with me standing next to his painting. I walked over in my robe and he shot one. Then he asked if I would mind taking off the robe." She paused, "Well, you know how I get after a couple glasses of wine. I said OK, since they were on my phone. Then Mark suggested that we do a photo with the whole class. He asked if I wanted to put my robe on, but the photos were being taken on my phone, and these people had all seen me before. So, I said I was fine, and we set up the group photo. Later, Mark asked if I minded using airdrop to share the photos with the class members. I'd had a little wine, so I said OKAY."

"So, each of the people in your class has these pictures if you naked? I asked.

"Yes," she admitted with a sheepish grin.

With that, I stepped over to Chris and started to remove her clothes. I unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bra. I fondled her breasts with one hand as I unzipped her skirt with the other. She removed her lace panties, as I reached down and began stroking her pussy. Then, I paused. I picked up her phone from the table, clicked on screen share and put the nude picture of Chris posing with the entire class up on our 85-inch TV mounted on the wall. She was glorious. Standing naked with a dozen clothed artists around her, each with their own nude version of her on the canvases beside them. I pulled off the remainder of my clothes, and my member began to recover from the hand job as I rubbed my cock against her naked tits. As I became hard, I worked my way down her body and thrust my now-engorged cock into her waiting pussy. My throbbing member explored every bit of her cavity. When I could not contain myself any longer, I exploded, filling her with my hot liquid, while the painting of the whole class with Chris standing nude in the middle of them smiled down at me from the TV mounted on the wall.