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Maggie and I were sitting at an outside table in front of our favorite coffee house when two young ladies came by passing out a flyer. We didn’t pay much attention to the flier or the non-descript girls and continued discussing our favorite subject, old movies. With us were Greg and Mary, and Maggie’s two friends from college, Judy and Amy. I saw Greg glance at one of the flyers and his eyes opened wide with interest as he carefully read it. He quietly uttered, “Well I’ll be damned.” We stared at him with questioning looks. Greg smiled and asked if we’d ever heard of Spencer Tunick. Maggie asked if he was the guy who photographed naked bodies in a public setting and Greg shook his head, “Yes.” Turns out, Tunick was recruiting volunteers for an event to be held the following Sunday morning in front of the Washington Monument. We talked and joked about what it would be like to be a part of the crowd, being naked in front of all those people. I was bursa escort surprised that Maggie didn’t think the nudity was that big a deal because everyone else would also be naked. Greg pointed out that when word spread, a lot of people would come out to gawk at the participants and a lot of pictures would probably end up on the Internet. Again, Maggie didn’t think that was a concern. She maintained that just being part of the scene and the resulting art would be worth it. I suddenly had a sinking feeling that we would both be naked next Sunday morning on the Monument grounds along with hundreds of others. I’d known Maggie for several years before we were married six months ago and I never knew she harbored exhibitionist tendencies. I didn’t say much at the time, but I let her know later that I wasn’t too keen on her exposing her body to the world. We actually got into an argument over it. She claimed that I was acting like I owned her, and wouldn’t bursa escort bayan allow her to do what she wanted to. My argument was the standard male chauvinist line, which she ripped apart. Maggie said she was going to be there with or without me. I reluctantly agreed to participate, especially when she got several of her friends to agree including Greg and Mary who were also married. If Greg was going to see Maggie naked, then I might as well enjoy seeing Mary in the buff. One thing bothered me though; at my urging Maggie had shaved off her pubic hair over a year ago and her bare pussy would be on display. Her reaction was to shrug her shoulders and roll her eyes, as if saying, “So what.” We were on the grounds at 6AM along with over four hundred others of all ages, sizes and shapes. I did some research on Tunick and knew that he focused in on the whole crowd and not anyone in particular. However, the people standing on the periphery were escort bursa looking to focus on the crowd as sex objects, with cameras in hand. This turned out to be two different scenarios that Tunick wanted to capture. The first had everyone lay face up on the grass midway between the Monument and the Lincoln Memorial. Tunick would take two sets of pictures; one facing the Monument and one facing the Memorial. The second scenario would need only half the people to go across 14 th Street to the Mall and create a replica of the American flag on the grass. To accomplish this, the flag was outlined on the Mall with numbered places. The first so many people were handed small cards with a number corresponding to a number on the Mall along with instructions as to how to position yourself. Only those with cards were to go on the Mall, the others could get dressed and watch. Meanwhile, Tunick would go to the top of the Monument and take pictures from there so he could capture the entire flag. The Police were there to protect our belongings while we ran off to be photographed. When we got the signal, we all looked at each other for a moment until Maggie began stripping.
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