Marcia's Story The Hambleton Art Group
written by:
LadyGrey

The Hambleton Art Group

The move from their North London apartment to the new house in the rural town of Hambleton had not been totally to Marcia's liking. It had been because of Phillip's job. His firm had suddenly decided to move into a new Green Fields site, and it had been providential to move to a house in Hambleton so that it was more convenient to his place of work.

Marcia soon missed the interesting boutiques of the Kings Row and the many highly recommended restaurants around the Knightsbridge area which she used to visit regularly. Hambleton, itself, did have a couple of rather nice restaurants. There were also maybe a couple of shops that were worth a second visit, but she still needed to travel back up to London to get most of the things she required.

Although she was a good mixer she had found the social life of Hambleton not an easy thing to break into. They did socialize with other couples from Philip's workplace, but they had little contact with the locals; that was, until she joined the Hambleton tennis club. Tennis had been one of Marcia's talents, both at senior school and also at university, where she had been the ladies team captain.

Being a player of a fairly high standard she was soon in big demand to play by other players in the club. One of these was Jerry, the club tennis coach, who she instantly took a liking too and they soon became firm friends. Jerry enjoyed the challenge of a hard fought game but he was also attracted to Marcia's superb figure which she displayed in rather short tennis skirts and tight gym tops that left little to the imagination. She was soon, much to Jerry's pleasure, spending at least three days a week playing down at the club, and enjoying the social life with the other players after the game.

This of course led her on to other things, one of these being the Hambleton art club that was run up at the local Manor House by Ingrid de Morney, who herself ran a small but well frequented gallery on the High Street. The group met on a Wednesday evening for a couple of hours or so of painting, followed by a small social get together for drinks.

Jerry had found out from Marcia during a conversation in the bar at the tennis club that she had done some painting, and he had invited her to come along to join the group. She discovered on her first visit that it was a small select group, just eight of them, six ladies and two men, Jerry and Simon. The numbers increased to nine when Marcia became the latest member. Ingrid herself was a trained art teacher and she helped run the group with Simon who was talented and quite a well known local artist.

The group all got on well together and turned out some good work between them, which from time to time they exhibited and sold in Ingrid's gallery. One night after the class they were all sitting around enjoying a glass of wine when Ingrid brought up the subject of life classes. She explained that she had received several requests for nudes, both male and female, and had been unable to supply any to her customers liking. She said it would be nice if the group themselves could come up with some.

There were some interesting and amused looks around the group and then the subject of models came up. Ingrid said that it was going to be difficult to get a decent model in Hambleton, either male or female. It wasn't one of the things you came across in Hambleton. It was then that Simon came up with the suggestion that maybe they could all take turns as models. The others in the group looked at each other. No one wanted to be seen to be against the idea, but one or two also felt a little uneasy by the suggestion. In the end it was the overall opinion that this might be the answer to the problem. "Why pay an exorbitant fee to a model who might have to travel a long distance," Ingrid commented. "It would be only adding to the expense when there are people here in the group who were capable of doing the job."

Marcia herself, along with Pam, one of the younger members of the group, were those who were at first a little concerned about the suggestion. Marcia was by no means a prude and she rather enjoyed displaying herself sometimes in rather revealing clothing. She was even encouraged to do this by Phillip. But to actually have to pose naked for the group was something she had never even considered. Like many other women of her day she had of course sported herself topless while on holidays on the continent, but since her marriage to Phillip, she had never displayed herself totally naked to anyone but her husband.

In the end everyone decided that they would give it a try. To every ones surprise, Jerry offered himself to be the first model and it was agreed that after that they would draw the names out of a hat. As Marcia drove home she decided that it might be a good idea not to mention this to Phillip, at least not at this stage.

As Wednesday approached she was looking forward with some interest to the art class. She had played tennis on Monday with Jerry and he had run her around the court. She played an unusually bad game, the reason being, with him there in front of her, she could not get the thought of this attractive guy posing naked for the group on Wednesday out of her mind. When they arrived at the Manor they found that Ingrid had arranged the class around a raised dais on which she had placed a tall bar stool. There was definitely a feeling of nervous tension in the room as they all set up their equipment. Pam had positioned herself beside Marcia who could not help but notice that tonight her friend seemed rather preoccupied and not her usual bubbly self.

Ingrid came into the room followed by Jerry dressed in a white toweling bathrobe. She explained to them that Jerry would do two poses each lasting one hour each. They would take a short break every twenty minutes, because, she said, that was just about how long a person could be expected to remain still. Then she looked over at Jerry and smiled. "So, if you are ready, we will get started."

Jerry returned Ingrid's smile and Marcia was a little surprised to see that he did not seem at all concerned about what he was about to do. Marcia felt herself going quite red as he slipped out of the bathrobe and she saw him totally naked for the first time. She already knew he had a nice body since she had played tennis with him many times. But to now see him naked was something else. His slightly bronzed chest and stomach rippled with taut muscles. His legs, too, were the legs of an athlete, but what Marcia could not take her eyes off was the six inch thick roll of flesh that protruded from the black nest of pubic hair at the base of his stomach.

She felt the tell tale sensation of warmth between her thighs and she seemed unable to tear her eyes away from the sight before her. Ingrid showed him how she wanted the first pose; his firm backside just resting on the stool, one leg slightly bent and his arms folded. He was facing straight in Marcia's direction and she felt herself getting warmer every time she looked at him. He seemed to sense she was having a problem and made things even worse by smiling at her.

She did finally get something onto her canvas and she was a little relieved when the first stint ended and he slipped back into his bathrobe. By the end of the first pose she was beginning to feel more at ease with the situation, although she knew she was beginning to feel aroused by the whole situation. She could feel a tell tale wetness in her panties. As they sat sipping coffee during the break, Pam was still not her usual self. She told Marcia that she was feeling quite embarrassed by the whole thing. "I don't think I will be able to pose if my name is drawn," she told Marcia.

At the end of the evening as they were all winding down with a few glasses of wine, the general consensus of opinion was that it had been a very productive evening. Jerry, after getting dressed, came over and sat beside Marcia. "How did you enjoy your first life class?" he asked. She looked at him. "It was a very revealing experience," she said with a grin. Everyone, apart from Jerry that is, who had already done his stint as the model, was slightly nervous when Ingrid brought the hat out for the draw for next week's model. She explained that she had included both her name and Simons in the draw. Marcia was somewhat relieved when the paper was unfolded and Barbara's name was announced. Barbara was an attractive lady in her mid to late thirties, the wife of a local banker; maybe just a little overweight but she would make an interesting model.

Marcia was still feeling highly aroused by the events of the evening when she arrived home and Phillip did wonder why his attractive young wife was more sexually active than usual when they made love that night. After a tight game the following weekend, Jerry and Marcia were in the bar sipping on cool orange and vodkas. "I wonder how Barbara's feeling about Wednesday night?" he said, smiling at Marcia.

She shrugged. "It didn't seem to bother you."

He smiled. "You know what they say; when you have it, flaunt it."

She laughed. "You enjoyed displaying yourself, didn't you.?" He said nothing, just smiled at her as he sipped on his drink.

The following week Marcia could see that Barbra was extremely nervous when she came out. Ingrid had given her a large drink to calm her nerves, but Marcia could see she was worried about appearing naked in front of everyone. At last everyone was ready and Ingrid spoke to Barbara. She helped her remove her wrap and positioned her in a comfortable position on a small sofa. Barbara actually made a good model after she got over her initial nervousness. She had large rounded breasts that sagged slightly, and her areolas were large and dark, supporting erect nipples. She was slightly overweight but quite rubenesque in stature. Her skin was quite white and it contrasted with her dark bush that was only slightly trimmed. The tight dark curls completely hid her pussy and looked almost as though she were wearing a thong.

Even so she seemed quite relieved when it was all over and she was allowed to get dressed. Ingrid opened some wine and when Barbara returned, dressed and looking a little more at ease, everyone thanked her. She was certainly a lot more relaxed now she had her clothes on again. Ingrid again picked up the hat with the names. As she had taken her turn, she allowed Barbara to draw the name out for next week. Marcia felt herself go hot all over as her name was read out. She smiled at everyone but inside she was in turmoil. Could she actually strip naked in front of all these people? Of course it wasn't the ladies she was worried about it, was Simon and most of all, Jerry.

She knew of course it was put up or shut up. If she refused to pose or did not turn up for the class, she knew she would be shunned by the other members. It had taken her some time to make friends in her new surroundings and she did not want to loose them now, so she knew she had no option but to go ahead with it.

Jerry came over with a glass of wine for her. He could see she was a little worried by the prospect of modeling next week and he tried to ease the situation by saying that she was not to worry. "Everyone's got to do it at sometime and once your turn's over you're home and dry." Secretly he was relishing the situation. He had lusted over the attractive young wife ever since she had joined the tennis club, plus he enjoyed her company. He enjoyed the sight of her running around the court in her short tennis skirt. She had long shapely legs and he had often seen glimpses of her firm bottom encased in her tight white cotton panties. Her breasts also attracted him; not overlarge but they looked firm and shapely. Yes, it was certainly going to be an interesting evening next Wednesday.

Marcia had still not told Phillip about the life modeling. She was now a little concerned about what would happen if he found out later that she herself had participated. She decided that she ought to tell him; it was only fair. She knew she was going to have to go ahead with the modeling whatever happened.

When she did broach the subject, after a good meal with some excellent wine, she was rather surprised how well he took it. She explained to him how everyone had agreed to join in and she felt that she was not able to refuse. One other point that seemed to sway the argument was Marcia had recently discovered that Ingrid was actually the wife of one of the directors of the company that Phillip worked for. It was something she had found out from Jerry. The reason it hadn't come to light earlier was that de Morney was her maiden name.

The fact that one of his company director's wife was in the art group and willing to reveal all did not really concern Phillip. It did not even worry him that his young wife was going to pose naked for the art group; in fact it excited him. Like a lot of men Phillip got a thrill from seeing men look at his attractive wife. He had encouraged her to wear revealing clothes and never objected to her going topless while on holiday. The thought of her revealing everything to the art class, especially as two of its members were male, made him move uneasily in his chair as an erection began to push again the material of his pants. That night in bed Marcia couldn't remember the last time he had fucked her for so long and so hard.

During the week leading up to her naked appearance at the art class, Marcia had swings between excitement and fear. The thought of sitting there with everything exposed excited her, but then there was the fear of could she actually go through with it? She had played tennis on Sunday with, among others, Jerry, and both their minds were on Wednesday evening. Jerry watched her as she ran around the court and tried to imagine her playing naked, her breasts bouncing slightly, her pussy on open display as she reached up to serve. Marcia was wondering how she was going to control herself sitting naked in front of this attractive guy. She felt a warm sensation in her pussy, and dearly hoped that she was not going to embarrass herself.

On Wednesday she had slept late, mainly due the sexual pleasures that Phillip had bestowed on her the night before. He had seemed insatiable and it was early morning before they finally slept. She did not arise from her bed until lunchtime and then she took her time bathing, and afterwards she sat on the stool in front of the large mirror and neatly trimmed her pussy hair. She always kept herself well trimmed and now just a raindrop shaped area of short hairs just above the dark shaded cleft adorned the slightly raised mound of her mons.

As she lightly brushed away the hairs, she could not help touching herself. She was still feeling a little warm from all the action last night and she was tempted to slip her fingers inside, but she resisted the urge. The afternoon passed slowly. She busied herself getting a meal ready for Phillip, and they both seemed a little preoccupied as they ate. Phillip kissed her tenderly as she left and wished he was going with her instead of sitting at home imagining the situation.

As she drove, the closer she got to the Manor House the more the feelings of excitement and fear gripped her. She nearly missed the lights in the town centre due to her lack of concentration. She was a little early arriving and Ingrid smiled as she let her in. She showed her through into the lounge that was already set up for the class. Marcia saw that this week she had placed a small arm chair on the dais. A warm sensation went through her as she realised that this was where she would be sporting herself naked in a very short time.

Ingrid poured her a large glass of red wine, which she accepted gratefully, and left her to attend to the door as more people arrived. She returned with Simon and Barbara, and they were followed by her young friend Pam. As they began to set up their equipment, Ingrid showed Marcia into a small room just off the lounge where she could undress. "I have left you a wrap," she said, indicating a white toweling wrap draped over a chair arm. She smiled at Marcia, who she could see was nervous. "You don't have anything to worry about. We are all friends here," she said. She left Marcia alone and closed the door.

Well, this is it, Marcia thought to herself, and began to remover her clothes. She placed them in a neat pile on the table. When she was undressed it felt strange being naked in the surroundings of someone else's home. She quickly slipped into the wrap and tied the belt tightly. She drank down the last of the wine and placed the glass back on the table.

With some trepidation and with shaking legs, Marcia pushed open the door into the lounge. By now everyone was here and seemed just about ready to start. Jerry smiled at her as she walked in and this did not help the situation. Ingrid looked around the room. "I think everyone's ready, so if you are okay, we can get started." Marcia took a deep breath. This was the moment she was dreading. She pulled open the belt and slowly eased the wrap off her shoulders.

Jerry stood openly staring at her as she slipped out of the wrap. He had waited for this moment for months. The first sight of her naked body brought an instant arousal and he felt his cock give a twitch. Her breasts were perfect, as he had imagined they would be, perfect melon shapes with no sign of sagging, her nipples hard and erect, either from fear or from excitement she was feeling. Her pussy was not hidden as Barbara's had been last week but open to view. My god, he thought to himself, she was a beautiful woman and he knew at that moment he had to have her.

Marcia stood there for a moment as everyone in the room looked at her. The initial feeling of embarrassment suddenly seemed to go away as the wrap had dropped from her. She now felt the excitement of exhibiting her body to everyone in the class. She saw the look of pure lust on Jerry's face and she smiled to herself. Ingrid came over to her and positioned her on the chair so that her legs were drawn up and she was resting on the arm of the chair.

She sat there as the members worked on their paintings. She was now beginning to enjoy the sensation of being naked, and the excitement she felt was beginning to show. Her nipples were aching and the warm feeling of her juices flowing excited her even more. When she slipped back into her wrap after the first twenty minute session, she could not wait to remove it again.

When they took their break after the first pose and Ingrid came in with the coffee, Marcia walked around and looked at the work that had been produced. She did not recognize herself in some of the paintings but the excitement of seeing her body displayed naked aroused her even further. When everyone had settled down for the second session, Marcia again felt the excitement as she slipped out of her wrap and placed it on the floor at the side of the chair. Ingrid this time positioned her sitting sideways in the chair with one leg over the chair arm and the other stretched out in front of her. She laid back with an arm draped over the back of the chair.

Marcia realised that it was a slightly more revealing pose than the first one had been. She also noticed that Jerry had moved his position slightly to the side. She suddenly realised that from where he was sitting, he would have a clear view up her leg, and because of the pose that Ingrid had placed her in, her most intimate details were exposed to him.

As she sat there with the thought of Jerry staring at her pussy, she again felt the warming sensation of her juices beginning to flow. She began to feel slightly embarrassed. What if he noticed? She felt warm all over at the thought and she felt her nipples harden even further.

As she took her up her position for the second sitting, she had a sudden urge to do something daring. She moved her legs apart slightly. No one seemed to notice the change, apart, that is, from Jerry. After the next break she opened them even more. She could feel her heart thumping and her nipples were hard and painful as she knew she was now displaying every detail of her exposed pussy to her handsome tennis coach.

For Marcia the experience was over all too soon when Ingrid called a halt to the proceedings. Marcia picked up her wrap but did not bother to put it on as she left the lounge. In the small room she was about to dress when she had a sudden urge to touch herself. Her pussy felt warm and damp with her moisture and when she slid her fingers inside, she was oozing wetness. She slumped down into a chair and began to work on her clit with one hand while the other probed her wet tunnel. When she quickly came she had to suppress a cry as the others in the lounge might hear her.

Afterwards, as she joined the others over a glass of wine, Jerry came over and stood beside her. She immediately felt warm again, knowing that only minutes before she had been openly displaying her pussy to this gorgeous guy.

When she arrived home Phillip wanted to know all about the evening. She told him almost every detail apart from the small fact of displaying herself so openly to Jerry. For now that would be her little secret.

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