How it all started, Chapter 1

I love being the object of women's attention, and I especially love being naked in front of them while they are dressed. I deveolped this fascination during my youth.

I was an only child. When my parents separated, I moved with my mother back to her hometown at the end of the school year. The neighborhood that we moved to was nice, but I didn't know anyone there. After a few days of riding my bike around the area, I soon discovered that I was the only boy living in the neighborhood. Well, there were a few pre-school aged kids, but I wasn't about to have them become my new best friends.

In fact, almost all of the residents were either eldery couples, couples with no kids, or singles. The only exception was the house two doors down, where two girls around my age lived. Becky was the older sister, almost two years older than me, and her sister Amy, who was about a year younger than me.

As so it ended up that I hung around with Becky and Amy. We'd ride our bikes around the neighborhood, play videos games, that sort of stuff. While I did miss having other guys around to play ball with, I soon grew comfortable being around the two girls. Actually, I started to develope a crush for Becky. She was very pretty, and very mature for her age. The girls also lived with just their mother, and both our mother's were often working in order to pay the bills. The three of us spent our days hanging out and enjoying the summer vacation.

About a month after I started hanging out with them, they told me that their cousins were coming to spend a week or so at their house. Their cousins, both girls, were twin sisters, and were about a year younger than Amy, so two years younger than me. I figured Becky and Amy would be spending their time with Ellen and Erica, and that I'd end up hanging by myself with nothing but the TV to entertain me.

That was just the case for the first couple of days, but soon Becky and Amy asked me to join them, probably knowing that I had nothing else to do anyway. I met Ellen and Erica, and they were both just as cute as Amy. But Becky was still my favorite.

Since the twins were younger, they still liked to play make believe games, so Becky and Amy would play along with them. They invited me to join in as well, even though they told me they didn't think I would, since I was a boy. I told them I was fine with it.

So, I spent that afternoon with them playing hide and seek, house, and a number of other games. It really wasn't all that bad. The next day though would be the day that changed my life.

I arrived at the girls house late in the morning. Our mom's were obviously at work, so it was just me and the four girls. It was raining that day, so we all ended up in their basement play room. Becky, Amy and I were playing video games, but Erica and Ellen wanted to play something else. We said ok, and asked them what they wanted to play today. Erica said she wanted to play doctor. It was all very innocent at that point.

So Erica wanted to be the patient, and wanted Becky to be the doctor, since she was the oldest. We all agreed. Amy and Ellen would be nurses, and I was to be the visiting family member. So we went through the routines of Erica being sick and getting her examination. Nothing happened during this go around... we were still just kids being kids.

When Erica was bored of being the patient, she suggested Ellen now be the patient, and we basically repeated the scenario over again. Next, Erica wanted me to be the patient. I agreed, but I had no idea what was about to happen to me.

We started out as me being a sick patient to see the doctor, who was still Becky. Amy, Ellen and Erica were all nurses now. They started with the usual stuff like listening to my heartbeat, and checking my throat. Becky asked me to remove my shirt so that she could listen to my lungs. I sort of objected, saying that neither Ellen or Erica had removed their shirts. Becky just sort of blew me off, saying of course they didn't... they're girls, and that boys go swimming without shirts all the time. She then took a more "doctor" tone of voice with me. "Please remove your shirt."

I reluctantly did it for her. She then proceeded to "listen" to my lungs, and checked my heartbeat again. Soon the exam was over, and I was 'cleared' by Doctor Becky. Before I could get my shirt and put it back on, Becky came up with another scenario. This time I was to be a car accident victim, and that I was very beat up. The girls moved a large long ottoman into the center of the play room, and that was to be the emergency room bed.

I layed down onto the ottoman, with just my feet dangling off the end of it. I hadn't gotten to put my shirt back on, so I was just wearing my shorts and socks. Doctor Becky was now taking charge and instructing each nurse to exam either an arm or a leg. Becky was examining my left arm, while Amy was checking my right one. Ellen and Erica each were examining a leg. All four of them came back with a diagnosis of a broken limb.

Becky instructed Amy to get a bunch of washclothes from the bathroom, and that they would use those as bandages for my broken bones. When Amy returned, each girl took a "bandage" and started wrapping my limbs. I must have looked ridiculous, wrapped in a bunch of wash clothes. My problem though, was that I was getting a bit excited by all the girls touching my skin, and running their hands along my arms and legs. I glanced down and noticed that there was a bit of a tent in my shorts now. I thought that Becky had noticed this, as I caught her eyes moving from my lower body, up to my face, and she had a bit of a grin.

Once my bandages were on, Doctor Becky instructed the 'nurses' to let me lie still for a moment. She instructed me to close my eyes and rest, which I did. I think she really wanted me to close my eyes so that I wouldn't see her staring at the tenting in my shorts.

I heard the girls start to giggle a bit, so I thought that was exactly what she was doing, and that she was pointing it out to the other girls.

Then Doctor Becky instructed Nurse Amy to go and get the medical book in their mom's room. I was clueless as to what was coming next.

When Amy returned, Becky told the girls to go ahead and remove the bandages, as I was all healed now. Once they had them off me, I thought that was the end, and that it would be someone else's turn to be the patient. But Becky told me to stay laying there. I'll try to be a little more descriptive of what happens next.

"Ok," Doctor Becky said, "This is our next patient. We need to have some blood samples drawn to assist with my diagnosis. Nurse Amy, would you please take a blood sample from the patient."

Amy proceeded to pretend to take a blood sample. She handed the sample to Becky, who pretended to do something with it, in order to get the results.

"Mmmm, very interesting," said Doctor Becky. "I believe that these results confirm my diagnosis. Nurse Amy, please hand me my medical book." Amy handed her a quite large text book, that I later learned was in fact some type of a medical book.

"Nurses, please gather around the patient. I have studied the results of the blood work, and confirmed my belief." As Becky said this, she took hold of my left hand. At the time I wasn't sure why she did this, but I was in heaven. I had developed a crush on her, and now she was holding my hand. It was what she said when she continued that threw me.

"This patient is suffering from penis erectus." The other girls giggled, and my eyes went straight to Becky's. I was dumbfounded that she said this, but the look in her eyes was telling me that everything was alright. "It's ok," she said to me in her 'doctor' tone of voice. "This is a very common occurance in boys your age. It's nothing that you should be scared of. We're going to run a few more tests, just to make sure that is in fact what you have. Will you co-operate with us, so that we can be sure?"

I took a big gulp, and nodded my head yes. It was all I could do. Becky had basically just told her sister and cousins that I had an erection, and there was nothing I could do or say at the moment. I should have gotten up and said that the game was over, but something about the way that Becky was holding my hand, and speaking to me, made me know that it was ok, and that I should just play along.

"Excellent! Now, nurses, let me warn you that this is a very important exam that we need to do, and that I expect you all to be the best nurses you can be. Is that understood?"

All three 'nurses' just shook their heads yes, but they each had a huge grin on their faces. I don't know if any of them knew what Becky was planning, but I can guess what each of them was hoping would happen.

"Ok, as you can see by the patients shorts, and what the blood results indicate, our patient is suffering from penis erectus. There are a few more tests that I'd like to run just to be sure. Nurse Ellen and Nurse Erica, I will need you to help remove the patients shorts. If each of you would take a side of the shorts, and slowly pull them off his legs." Erica and Ellen each did as instructed, and slowly started pulling my shorts down. "You'll need to lift your hips a bit please, so that the nurses can remove your shorts." I did as instructed, and soon the back of my shorts were below my butt cheeks. The girls continued to slowly pull my shorts downward. Soon some hair was visible, then the lower shaft of my penis, and in no time they had them low enough that my penis sprang updward, pointing straight at the ceiling. The girls all giggled as it popped out from under the waistband of my shorts. Now that it was freed from the constraints, the girls quickly pulled the shorts down and off my legs. The only clothing I had on was my socks. Amy noticed this and asked if they should be off too. "Yes," Becky replied, "go ahead and remove those as well."

I was now completely naked, laying on an ottoman in the basement playroom of my neighbor, with four girls staring intently at my erect penis. I don't think that I had ever been as hard as I was at that moment. Along with the throbbing of my penis, I could feel butterflies circling around in my stomach. I was so nervous, that I thought my whole body would start shaking, but I somehow managed to keep some control.

"As you can see girls, the patient's penis is erect and standing on its own. If the penis was not erect, it would be laying against his body, like the drawing here." Becky showed them the drawing in the medical book of a soft penis. Becky turned and said to me "For this first test, would you please take your right hand, and hold your penis against your belly."

I did as asked. "Now, quickly let go of the penis." When I did this, it sprang back up, once again pointing at the ceiling. The girls all giggled, watching my penis bounce back up and wiggle around.

"Excellent. Now, if you would please repeat this." Again, I held my penis against my belly for a moment, and then let go of it, letting it bouce upwards one more time.

"Nurses, please note how the penis returns to pointing up every time the patient does this. This is a very good indication that the patient has an erection."

"Now, for this next test, please take your penis and press it down between your thighs. I'd like for you to hold it in place by pressing your thighs together, and not with your hand."

I again did as instructed, and pinched my penis between my thighs. It was a funny sight, seeing my penis disappear between my thighs.

"Now, please release the pressure from your thighs, and let's see what happens to your penis."

I did as told, and my penis flew back up, slapped against my belly, bounced around a bit, and returned to its upright state. This really caused to girls to giggle. Amy thought it was very funny, saying "I can't believe it went all the way to his stomach!"

"Thank you for your cooperation. I think it's safe to say that my prognosis of penis erectus was very accurate. Nurses, do you have any questions?"

Amy was quick to answer, "Yes, can we repeat some of the tests ourselves? I think it would be great practice for us nurses." She said this with such a huge grin, that I thought her face was going to break.

Becky had continued to hold my left hand throughout this entire 'exam'. "I don't see why not" she said as she looked deep into my eyes. There was no way I could have told her no, even if I wanted to.

Amy went first, gently taking two fingers and pushing my penis back down onto my belly. "It feels really warm," Amy commented. "Yes," Becky answered. "That's because of all the blood running through it." Her soft fingers against the underside of my penis felt incredible. I didn't think it was possible, but I swear I got harder because of her touch. It was the first time a girl had ever touched me there.

Each of the girls, even Becky, took turns holding my penis down, then letting it go and watching it bounce up. I was throughly enjoying what the girls were doing to me, and they were getting quite a lesson in male anatomy.

Erica then asked "Is there a cure for penis erectus?"

"Yes," Becky answered, "there is. Sometimes the erection will go away after a period of time. The length of time will depend on the boy. It will also depend on what is done to the penis. If we continue to make it bounce around, it could stay erect for a long time. But if it doesn't go down on its own, then the boy needs to 'play' with it."

"What do you mean 'play' with it?" Ellen wanted to know.

"Well, usually when boys get erections, they rub their penis until they have an orgasm. When he has an orgasm, his penis will shoot out sperm. Once he's shot out his sperm, the penis will get soft again."

The girls eyes all lit up at this revelation. "What do the rub it with?" Ellen continued.

Well, they can rub it with their hands, or they can rub it against something. Or, if they have sex with a girl, they put it inside the girls privates, and move it in and out, rubbing it that way."

"They put that big thing inside of me here?" Erica exclaimed, pointing at her crotch. "No way... that penis is too big." Now that was a comment I enjoyed hearing. She thought I had a big penis!!

"Well, that's for older girls, not someone as young as you," Becky explained.

There was then a moment of silence as all four girls watched my penis. "I don't think it's going down on its own," Amy commented. I had to quietly agree with her. All of the playing with my penis had gotten my juices flowing, and I knew that I was going to need relief very soon.

"Well," Becky added "it can be a bit painful for a boy if he doesn't get his penis to soften." I knew she was correct with that comment. "With that being said, I think that the patient will need to rub his penis in order to provide the relief he needs." She was looking me straight in the eye as she said this. I was now officially in heaven. The girl of my dreams was holding my hand, and telling me that I needed to masturbate for her and her sister and her cousins. There was nothing I could do, except for what she wanted me to do.

I grabbed a hold of my shaft, and while looking lovingly back at her, started to stroke myself. The feeling was absolutely incredible. I'd masturbated many times before, but those were always alone in my room. Now I was doing it in front of four girls.

Soon my hips were thrusting upwards to meet my down strokes. While I wanted this experience to last forever, I knew that it couldn't. I could already feel my sperm rising and ready to burst. I let out a few small grunts, and then exploded. My sperm shot up about a foot into the air, landing on my body. Shot after shot continued to blast out. I would have loved to seen the expressions on each of the girls faces, but I was too caught up in my own orgasms that I couldn't see anything straight.

As the eruptions subsided, and the sperm oozed out of the tip of my penis, down onto my hand and body, I was finally able to look at the girls. They were all fixated on my penis and the mess I had made. Everyone was silent. I don't think anyone knew what to say at that moment.

Becky picked up one of the washclothes we had used earlier, and handed it to me. I wiped up the sperm as best as I could. My hand was still shaking from the mindblowing experience I'd just had.

Amy broke the silence by saying "I think I like playing doctor. We should play this again sometime."

I agreed with her, and that is the beginning of my story.

Spring Break Ladies Night

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For Fun and Profit

For Fun and Profit
by CottonFarmer©


This happened to me in May of this year, almost two years after the CFNM party described in Caught in the Pool. I have changed names and some other details to protect the identity of the participants.

* * * * *

It was my wife who got it all started, about two weeks earlier.

"How would you like to go skiing next winter?" Pamela asked as we sat down for dinner one evening. "For a whole week instead of just a long weekend?"

"I'd love to," I replied, "but you know money's tight since I got laid off. I really don't think we can afford it until after we move and I get settled in at my new job."

"Well, I know a way we can earn it," Pamela replied. "Actually, I know a way you can earn it for us."

"Yeah, I know," I said. "I can get a job here and now, but we both want to move somewhere else after you retire. And besides, it might be a while before I get enough vacation days for a week of skiing."

"I've got that covered, too. This is something that shouldn't take too long."

"Well then, tell me more."

"I ran into Stephanie at a meeting today," Pamela explained. "She said to say hello, by the way."

"That's nice..." I said as I conjured a mental image of the tall, sexy blonde. She used to work down the hall from my wife's office until she transferred to another location in the city. That was about two years ago. I didn't think Stephanie was nearly as pretty as Pamela, but she could certainly turn heads. She had long blonde hair and perfect fake boobs, but her best feature was probably her long legs that she kept in shape by running and playing soccer. About a month before her transfer she had helped my wife instigate an impromptu CFNM party one Saturday afternoon, with me in the NM role. It could have been worse, but the woman who took pictures forgot to take her camera with her when she left. I took advantage of her oversight and deleted all the nude pictures of me from her memory card. (I also copied some very sexy pictures of Stephanie in her thong bikini onto my computer.) "So what's Stephanie been up to lately?"

"Well, she has a proposition for you," my wife continued. "A job offer, actually."

"Okay, but you sound doubtful to me."

"Actually, I kind of like the idea but I told Stephanie I wasn't sure how you'd react."

"Sounds intriguing," I said. "So tell me all about this proposition of hers."

"Okay, let's start with the payoff," Pamela began. "Stephanie and her husband have a condo in Aspen. They also have season passes to several ski areas and a four-wheel-drive SUV. She's going to let us use it all for a week, and pay you a thousand dollars, in exchange for you doing her a little favor."

"That must be some favor," I said. "Does she want me to paint her house or do I have to kill someone?"

"Oh, no, it's nothing like that... nothing illegal. She just wants you to come to a party a week from Friday."

"A party?"

"Yeah, for her soccer team."

"So what's the catch?"

"It's going to be CFNM," Pamela replied with a wicked grin. "Actually, Stephanie wants you to start with a striptease, so it's not exactly like last time."

"Me, do a striptease?" I replied. "Not likely."

"Yeah, I didn't think you'd be thrilled..."

"Not really," I went on. "Besides, why doesn't Stephanie get her husband to do it?"

"George would never go along with that," Pamela told me. "And he's got a bad back. Besides, Stephanie says his body's not as hot as yours."

"Well then, Stephanie can hire a male stripper if she wants to look at a hot body. They're listed in the phone book, and they probably cost a lot less than a thousand dollars."

"You know someone in our line of work can't hire a stripper out of the phone book. If the guy talked it would be all over the TV news before you knew it."

"I suppose you're right."

"And besides, none of those guys will take off their G-strings. Stephanie wants a guy to bare it all and get really nasty, and she figures you'd do it."

"She wants another Full Monty, eh?

"Actually, she wants a lot more than that," Pamela told me. "She'd like for you to strip all the way and then dance totally nude. She said it'll be a wild and sexy CFNM party after that."

"That sounds like something she would like."

"And she said that you should think submissive."

"Uh huh... And why does she think I'll do something like that?"

"Because you said you'd do it for a thousand bucks. You were sitting next to her out by the pool when you said it, and you were bare naked at the time, remember?"

"That was your doing, not mine..."

"Besides, she says you've got the biggest dick of all the guys she knows."

"Do you suppose Steff really knows how big all her friends' dicks are?"

"She might," Pamela laughed. "But she knows how big yours is, and she's willing to pay big money to see it again."

"And this is okay with you?"

"Sure. For a week of skiing in Aspen it's more than okay with me if Stephanie and her friends get to play with your bare butt and swinging meat."

"Right..."

"And it's not like you've never done it before," Pamela went on. "You've danced and stripped for me several times."

"Yeah, and we had really good sex right after. That was the reason I did it, you know?"

"Do this and you can count on good sex for quite a while," Pamela said as she flashed her sexiest smile. "Remember how horny we both were after the pool party?"

"Yeah," I mused, "that was nice."

In fact, it had been more than just "nice." My wife and I had fucked like newlyweds for many months after the CFNM party. The memory of being naked in front of Pamela, Stephanie and their two co-workers had rejuvenated me and kept me going strong. I wanted sex every day, and my arousal did wonders for my wife. She slept better, she forgot her troubles at work and she even lost the twenty pounds she had gained over the last few years. The stress of my unemployment, her impending retirement, and our plan to move had slowed us down somewhat, however.

"I like it that my friends think my fifty-something husband is a good-looking man," Pamela said, putting an end to my trip down memory lane. "And I especially like the fact that I'm the one you want to take home with you, even after all these years."

"Well, I love you. And only you."

"I know that, which is why I didn't mind when Stephanie saw you skinny dipping. But then I realized that it turned me on."

"Well, I go skinny dipping all the time..."

"No, no, that's not it. What turned me on was seeing how those other women reacted when they saw you. For the last two years I've wanted to watch another group of women get all hot and bothered at the sight of your naked body. It's just a fantasy of mine, but I think about it all the time."

"I have that fantasy, too, but my fantasy involves getting it on with all the women at a CFNM party; at least all the good-looking ones. I'd never do that, of course, but you know what I mean, right? You've got nothing to worry about."

"I know, but now there's a lot more of a reward for us afterwards."

"Yeah, a thousand dollars and a week in Aspen," I said, imagining myself speeding down the slopes. "That's a lot, but you can tell Stephanie the only stripping I'll be doing is in front of someone who'll have sex with me afterwards."

"So you'll do it if Stephanie has sex with you?" Pamela said with a laugh. "Is that what you're saying?"

"No, no," I objected.

This conversation was starting to get out of control, but there was a way to turn it around. I decided to go along with Stephanie's proposal but I would raise the price, hopefully making it too high for her. I figured if I added enough conditions then she'd forget the idea and never bring it up again.

"Okay, on second thought," I said after a pause, "I would like to find out if Stephanie is a good lay..."

"So you'd cheat on me?" said Pamela.

"I'd only do it with your permission, of course, so it wouldn't really be cheating. And we'd still have to get the trip to Aspen and the money."

"What do you mean?"

"You go ahead and tell Stephanie I'll come to her party and do a striptease and whatever else she wants in exchange for the cash, the trip and some really good sex."

"With Stephanie, or with me?"

"It depends. Are you going to be there?"

"Of course I'll be there. I told you I want to watch how the other women react to seeing you naked."

"In that case I'll want sex with one of those other women," I replied. "And with you too, of course. I'll leave it to you to decide if you want to have a three-way or not."

"Sorry, Mark, you're not getting a three way with me."

"That's what I figured," I said.

I wasn't really surprised at Pamela's attitude. She had always been enthusiastic and even a little daring about sex, but she was also disgusted by any sort of lesbianism. The idea of being in bed with another woman, in any situation, was a total turn-off for her.

"Stephanie doesn't have to be the other one," I continued. "After all, she's your friend and she's married and I don't want to cause any trouble. But whoever Stephanie gets, she has to be at least as good-looking and sexy as either of you."

"Okay, just so I understand you," my wife said, "you're saying you will do the striptease, right?"

"Right."

"And you're willing to get totally nude and do some other crazy stuff..."

"Yes, but all that has a price. In addition to all the stuff in Aspen and the money, I want to get it on with Stephanie or with one of her sexy friends. And not just, 'Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am,' either. I won't wear a condom and I'm not pulling out, so birth control has to be her problem. If you want your fantasy, then I want mine. And no cameras allowed!"

"Okay, that's fair enough," Pamela agreed. "I'll tell Stephanie and see what she says."

* * * * *

I had expected Pamela to reject the whole thing. The fact that she relayed my conditions to Stephanie with no hesitation at all surprised me. Nothing was said about it for the next week and I thought the issue had died and gone away. Then Pamela came home from work on Monday with a big smile on her face.

"You'd better start practicing your dance routine," she told me. "Stephanie says she accepts your terms."

"Oh?" I said, completely taken off guard. "I can't believe she said she'd have sex with me..."

"It might not be her," Pamela told me. "You said it didn't have to be."

"What's she going to do, hire a hooker or something? A hooker isn't part of my fantasy, so if that's what she's planning, it's no deal."

"No, no. It's either Stephanie or one of the gals from her soccer team."

"Okay, that sounds promising."

The soccer team was the same one Pamela had been on until she had to have knee surgery a few years ago. My wife and I had watched them play last season, and although some of the players were better looking than others, they all had nice legs and they weren't fat. The team sponsor was a local car dealer who always featured attractive models in his commercials, and he was known to recruit good looking women for his soccer and softball teams as well. We weren't able to stay for the end of the game so I didn't get to meet all of Stephanie's teammates, but I did learn the names of the two I thought were the best-looking: Robin and Emily.

"Who is it?" I wanted to know. "Do I know her?"

"I can't tell you that," Pamela said cryptically.

"Why can't you tell me? Don't you know?"

"Oh, yeah," she replied, again with a bit of a smile on her face. "I know."

"Then why won't you tell me?"

"Stephanie told me not to," Pamela explained. "It could be her or it could be one of her friends, like you wanted, but Stephanie thinks it's better if you don't know who it is.

"Oh, yeah, what difference will it make?"

"If you decide not to do the striptease and all the other CFNM things then she wants you to spend the rest of your life wondering who you missed out on."

"I suppose I could live with that..."

"But then every time you talked to Stephanie or met one of her friends," Pamela continued, "you'd have to ask yourself if she was the one."

"Hmmm..."

"And since we want to make sure it's not just a quickie that'll leave her unsatisfied, you'll have to give her three orgasms for every one you have. That ought to make for a memorable time, don't you think?"

"Sounds good to me," I said. "You of all people should know how much I enjoy making a woman come."

"I knew you'd like that part," Pamela said. "But she wants to call the shots, and by 'she,' I mean the woman you get to have sex with, whoever it is."

"What exactly does that mean?"

"It would be fine with me if your mystery woman just wants a quickie," Pamela said. "But it won't be a problem for me if she wants more than that. In fact, you have my permission to go to her house and spend the whole weekend having sex with her, if that's what she wants."

"Oh, really?"

"I don't think there's a good chance of that happening, but I'm not going to complain if it does."

"Why are you so generous all of a sudden?"

"Because I know some things that you don't," she replied. "Basically, since you asked Stephanie for sex, she and her friends are going to make sure you earn it. This CFNM party isn't going to be as quick and easy as your last one. But this is a package deal. You get to make the final decision, but it's all or nothing."

"I see." I had backed myself into a corner and I didn't see any way out of it, short of just refusing. That would offend my sense of honor and make me look bad to Pamela and her friends, so I didn't think I had a choice. "Okay, you can tell Stephanie I'll do it."

"I'll call her in the morning," said Pamela. "So I guess we've got a lot to do this week, eh, Mark?"

She was certainly right about that, so we got started right after dinner. The first thing we did was to choose some music and then choreograph a dance routine. The time was too short to learn anything very complicated, but we did put in some sexy moves that would make me look my best. After that, Pamela got out her sewing machine while I continued to practice. She modified a pair of my black pants by taking apart the seams and replacing them with Velcro. Then she cut up a white shirt to get the collar and the cuffs. A black bow tie and a cheap pair of cufflinks completed my stripper costume. The whole process made me horny and I'm sure Pamela felt the same way, but we were both too tired to do anything about it that night.

* * * * *

The next three days were pretty much alike. Pamela put in long hours at work and I practiced dancing. I also increased the intensity of my weightlifting and added two miles to my running in an effort to bring out my muscle definition as much as possible. I was sore for a day or so, but I got over it.

Stephanie had given Pamela a bottle of pills she wanted me to take. They were big green capsules that contained an herbal concoction that was supposed to make my erection bigger and longer lasting, and also stimulate my prostate to produce more seminal fluid. The label listed the ingredients as L-arginine, saw palmetto, yohimbe powder, maca root powder, and some things I couldn't pronounce. Stephanie assured Pamela that it was safe and that her husband had good results with it, and since I hadn't paid for it I didn't have to worry about wasting my money.

I had occasional thoughts about not doing the striptease but Pamela really wanted it to happen. Deep down, I realized that I wanted to do it as well, even though I knew that stripping was probably not the best thing for me to do. Word of it might get out if any member of Stephanie's soccer team lacked discretion, and I had no way of knowing how people would react if they found out.

My better judgment lost out to the idea that Stephanie, an attractive woman who was more than twenty years my junior, wanted me to watch me do a striptease. It was very flattering. The fact that Stephanie, or another desirable woman who was also probably twenty years younger than me, was willing to have sex with me was even better since it told me that I wasn't yet over the hill. In the final analysis, the week in Aspen was just a bonus. I would have agreed to the striptease even for no tangible reward at all. The thrill was enough. And of course, sex with Stephanie or with one of her friends was its own reward.

I looked at myself in the mirror after Pamela went to work on Friday morning and decided I had too much body hair to make a convincing male stripper. I started by just shaving my chest, but I decided the underarm hair had to go as well. I got a couple of disposable razors and a bottle of hair remover lotion, and then I spent the next forty-five minutes in the shower. Using the hair remover was the worst part, since it smelled so bad. When I was finished the only hair below my neck was a small patch of pubic hair. My arms and legs, my butt, my balls, and even the crack of my ass were hairless and smooth.

Another look in the mirror told me I needed a tan, or rather, a better one. I made a quick trip to town and went to a tanning salon. I chose the "sunless tan" since I didn't have much time. It was basically a spray-on tan in a shower stall, and I decided to go all out by doing it in the nude. The result was a light bronze that looked very real. Not wanting to be seen by anyone I knew, I hurried home. Once there I stripped down for another look in the mirror.

Perhaps I overdid it with the shaving and the tanning, but it felt pretty good. Wanting to get into the role more completely than I ever had before, I donned the white wrist cuffs and collar along with the black bow tie, plus a black g-string. I stood semi-nude in front of the mirror for several minutes, going over how I was going to dance at Stephanie's party. My cock started to get hard as I considered the possibilities.

I had a strong urge to take it out and jack off right then and there but I wanted to save every drop of my juice for later on. Stephanie, or one of her guests, was going to have sex with me after the party and I wanted to deliver a heavy load. I had pretty much pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind over the last three days while I concentrated on perfecting my striptease, but that became harder to do as the time got closer.

I traded the g-string for the rest of my dance costume and went through a flawless (un)dress rehearsal. The difficult part came after, when I had to put the pants back together so they would fit just right. When Pamela came home that afternoon I offered to do my show again, just for her.

"I think I'll wait for the real thing," she told me. "It'll be more exciting that way, and almost like I'll be seeing you for the first time."

Pamela went upstairs to get ready for the party and I realized that she hadn't watched any of my rehearsals during the previous week. In fact, she had left for work early and stayed late for the last three days, as if she wanted to spend as little time with me as possible. We hadn't had sex all week and I was pretty sure she hadn't even seen me without clothes for the same period. It gave me a strange feeling, a feeling of anticipation and anxiety, to know that my wife was doing what she could to make her experience a memorable one. I hoped that was her reason, and not because I was going to have sex with another woman. She had repeatedly assured me that she didn't mind, but she might think differently after it was all over.

I had time for one more rehearsal, and then I put my costume back on and added a jacket to cover my bare chest. I packed some clothes to wear after the party, plus the CD with my dance music, and then I watched TV while I waited. When my wife appeared, she was dressed in a long black dress with a V-neckline that went all the way down to her navel. A thin silver chain across her chest was all that kept it from falling open and revealing everything. Best of all, the left side of the dress was slit almost to her hip.


Wow!" I exclaimed.

"Go ahead and look," she told me. "I didn't wear this to not be noticed."

Pamela looked sexy as hell in the figure-hugging dress. The V-neck offered tantalizing glimpses of her boobs and the slit on the side displayed one leg to good advantage. What kind of panties she might be wearing, if any, was yet to be determined. If we hadn't been pressed for time I might have jumped her bones right then and there.

"Wow!" I said again. "You look fabulous."

"Thanks," she replied. "I'll probably be the oldest one at this party but I want to show the others that I've still got it."

"Yeah, you've still got it," I assured her. "You're usually the best looking woman wherever you are, you know?"

"You always know just what to say to make me feel good," she said. "Now take off your jacket and show me your outfit. Let's make sure everything is just right."

I peeled off the jacket and posed for her, flexing my muscles to add to the show.

"You shaved," she stated. "You know I like your hair, but now you definitely look like a male stripper."

"Thanks."

"And your tan... is it a spray job?"

"I got it today," I confirmed.

"Come closer and turn around." I did as she asked and let Pamela look at me as long as she wanted. "You need to get rid of your wallet... and your keys and all the other stuff in your pockets. You're too lumpy."

"Okay," I agreed. I put everything in the bag with my other clothes and also took off my watch. "What about my wedding ring? Should I take it off, too?"

"Go ahead," Pamela said after a pause. "These ladies might be more daring if they don't see it."

"So you really want me to tease them, huh?"

"Oh, yeah," Pamela replied with a gleam in her eye. "Bring out the shameless tramp in all of them if you can. Make them horny as hell."

"I'm sure their husbands and boyfriends will appreciate that."

"And so will I. Now let's get going."

We walked out to the garage where I opened the car door for her, both to be gentlemanly and to get another look up her dress. There wasn't enough light for me to see if she was wearing panties, so I donned my jacket and got in the passenger seat. I had been to Stephanie's house only once before so Pamela did the driving. The traffic was fairly heavy, but I wasn't paying attention to the other cars or to the road. Pamela's boobs jiggled magnificently whenever we hit a bump, and the slit in her dress was open just about all the way. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her.

She noticed and pointed out the bulge that was developing in my pants. I teased her about how much of her body was showing and she responded by reminding me that soon I was going to show a whole lot more. When we got off the highway we had to stop for a traffic light, so she leaned over and opened my zipper. Telling me to watch for the green light, she pulled out my cock and began to suck me. She swallowed my whole length, taking me close to the point of no return before she quit. When the light changed I tried to put my erection back in my pants while Pamela drove through the residential neighborhood.

"This doesn't look like the way to Stephanie's house," I said after she had made a few unfamiliar turns. "Are you lost?"

"No, but you are," Pamela laughed. "The party's not at Stephanie's house."

"But you said..."

"I didn't say the party was at Stephanie's house. You just assumed that it was and I let you believe it."

"But why..."

"Well, I suppose right now you're feeling really nervous, aren't you?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Good, that's what I want," Pamela replied as she pulled up to the curb and stopped the car. "You're about to go into a strange house, strip naked in front of an audience, and stay naked until it's time to leave. Your stomach is tied in knots and every nerve in your body must be tingling."

"You've got that right."

"And you're looking forward to getting lucky afterwards, right?"

"Well... yeah..."

"And you're hard right now, aren't you?"

"You know it."

"Then you're going to remember this and your dick is going to get hard and you're going to fuck my brains out for years to come, right?"

"Probably so," I agreed.

"Good," Pamela declared. "That's exactly what I want. Now let's go have a little fun."

The big brick house was on a dead end street in a very nice neighborhood. The houses in newer tract developments are fairly close together, but these were older houses that were spread out on lots that were at least an acre. There were already two cars in the driveway and another one parked out front, indicating at least some of the guests were already there.

I had prepared for this since Pamela came home on Monday, but I still didn't know much about what I was walking into. Except for Stephanie and Pamela, I didn't know who was going to be at the party. In fact, I didn't even know for sure if the party guests were all women or if other men were going to be there. I drew some comfort from what Pamela had said about her fantasy of watching other women see me naked, but I didn't know if they would be strangers or if they would be people I already knew. Of the cars parked in front of the house the only one I recognized was Stephanie's big white SUV, so maybe I wouldn't know my audience. That was a good thing.

It was a warm evening and I almost left my jacket behind, but I noticed some kids playing in front of one of the other houses and I left it on. Pamela rang the doorbell and Stephanie greeted us after a few moments. She was wearing a long V-neck dress that was held up by a beaded neck strap, leaving her shoulders and most of her back bare. The red, floor-length dress was made of a light-weight fabric that was printed with blue feathers and white flowers. Stephanie looked really good with her hair down and with more makeup than I had ever seen on her before. The outline of her nipples told me her ample boobs were braless, and I couldn't detect a panty line, either.

I grunted a noncommittal greeting as Pamela and Stephanie shared a hug. I was disappointed that Stephanie's legs were concealed by her long dress but her other assets were displayed to good advantage. I didn't take my eyes off her boobs for even a second, and she noticed.

"Hello, Mark? Up here," she said with a laugh.

"Uh, oh yeah, sorry," I said, blushing more than a little. "I like your dress."

"Thank you," she said. "So what's with the jacket? It must be ninety degrees outside."

"The kids next door..." I replied as I took off my jacket and gave it to my wife.

"Fantastic body!" Stephanie exclaimed. "You look like the real thing."

"He could be a stripper, couldn't he?" Pamela said. "A real one, I mean..."

"Sure, he looks like the ones I just saw."

That brought a look of surprise to Pamela's face. "Just saw? I didn't know you'd been to a male strip joint lately."

"Last month," Stephanie admitted, "when I stayed overnight for that seminar in Houston. A bunch of us went."

"Did you enjoy it?" Pamela asked her.

"I guess so. It was a Wednesday and the crowd wasn't very big, so we got to sit up close."

"Did the men strip down all the way?" Pamela persisted.

"Nah, they kept their g-strings on," Stephanie lamented. "But Mark's going to take it all off, right, Mark?"

"That's the plan," I said, taking another good look at the cleavage revealed by Stephanie's dress.

"I'm glad you think the way you do?" Stephanie said.

"What do you mean?" I asked her.

"If you got it flaunt it!" she laughed.

"Yeah, right..."

"So where is everybody?" Pamela asked as Stephanie closed the door behind us.

"Not everyone's here yet," Stephanie replied. "The rest are hiding."

"Oh? Why's that?" I asked.

"We don't want you to see them until it's time for you to dance," Stephanie said, winking at Pamela. "You can wait in the bedroom."

The way she smiled when she said "bedroom" made me wonder if we were going to be sharing it after the party. That was enough to renew my erection as I followed her down the hallway.

"There's wine and Cokes in the fridge and some booze on the shelf next to the TV," Stephanie told me before she closed the door. "No peeking, now. It may be a while but I'll come for you when it's time."

Again, her choice of words gave me something to think about while I poured a glass of wine and waited. With a reclining chair and a wide screen TV the big bedroom was a comfortable place to spend some time, but I wanted to know more about the owners of the house. I switched on the TV to cover any noise I might make, and then I started looking through the room. I didn't care about looking though owner's lingerie since I've never had an underwear fetish, but I did want to know if the residents had a stash of porn or a drawer full of sex toys.

They did.

Their big double bed had storage cabinets and drawers built in to the headboard and I found a stack of men's magazines (Playboy and Penthouse< /> mostly) in the bottom drawer on one side. There was also a studded leather cock ring behind a sliding panel on the same side of the bed. The corresponding panel on the other side of the bed concealed a bottle of lubricant and six dildos of assorted sizes, from a hard plastic four-inch vibrator all the way up to a foot-long rubber monster.

Just then I heard a car stop in front of the house. I went to the window and tried to see who might be arriving, but there was a hedge in my way. I stood on a chair to look over it but all I saw was the top of three heads. The sun had gone down but there was enough light for me to tell that two of them were blondes and the third had light brown hair. I thought about all of Stephanie's friends whom had I met before, but I couldn't come up with any of them with hair that matched. Of course, women changed their hair all the time, so I was still clueless.

I could hear the women talking as the newcomers entered the house, but I didn't recognize any voices. I couldn't even tell what was being said. For the most part it was just the sort of high pitched squeals and laughter one would expect when a group of women got together. Figuring that my role in the party could come at any minute, I used the toilet and then slumped onto the chair with my wine glass and the TV remote control.

And I waited.

I could hear music and occasional voices and laughter from the rest of the house, but I didn't hear anyone coming down the hallway to the bedroom. After a while it was fully dark outside and I noticed the reflection of headlights through the window. I looked out and could tell that another car had arrived, but a corner of the house blocked me from seeing it. I did hear the doorbell ring and then the sounds of the latest guest (or guests) being greeted by the others.

I tried counting up how many people might be at the party. Pamela and Stephanie and the unknown hostess made three. The drivers of the two cars that were there when Pamela and I arrived made five (assuming the white SUV was indeed Stephanie's). The three women I had seen over the hedge plus the most recent arrival brought the total to nine.

At least nine women were going to watch me strip. The thought made my stomach queasy while swelling my cock at the same time. I had never felt such conflicting emotions, not even during the CFNM pool party two years earlier. That had been largely a matter of chance and timing, but this was different. Soon, I was going to walk into a room and take off my clothes of my own free will. Actually I was going to do it in anticipation of future advantage, but in the meantime I was going to be naked and I was going to be surrounded by people who weren't. Pamela had been right – I was going to remember this night for a long time.

My thoughts were interrupted by voices in the hallway. I had noticed a bathroom on my left as I followed Stephanie from the foyer to the bedroom and it seemed as if a couple of women were waiting to use the facilities.

"You saw him, right?" a woman asked. "What size dick do you think he's got?

"I just saw him from behind," came the reply. "But he had nice muscles and big shoulders."

"He wasn't all bulked up like those pro bodybuilders, was he?"

"No, just in very good shape," said the first woman. "And I didn't see any tattoos, either."

"What about his legs?"

"What about them?"

"I like strong legs on a guy. My favorite position is up against a wall and a guy needs strong legs to hold me up while we do it."

"Well, he had a nice butt..."

The sound of a toilet being flushed and a door being opened put an end to that conversation. I stayed at the door and listened for a while, but there wasn't anything more for me to hear. I poured another glass of wine and returned to the recliner to watch TV. I found a show on the History Channel that was a suitable distraction from my situation. It ended an hour later so I made another trip to the bathroom. I was back in the recliner watching a baseball game between the Astros and the Dodgers (2-0 Astros in the bottom of the second inning) when there was a knock on the bedroom door.

"Sorry to keep you waiting so long, Mark," Pamela said as she and Stephanie came into the room. "But we played a couple of party games to break the ice."

"Everyone's on at least their second or third drink by now," added Stephanie. "It'll soon be time for us to have our fun. So why don't you go to the bathroom if you need to."

"I already did that," I informed them.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment as I fixated on the slit in Pamela's dress and Stephanie's stiff nipples under the fabric of her dress. I wondered if they knew the effect they were having on me. Never in my life would I have thought about going to a party, stripping, and afterwards getting laid by someone other than my wife. But now it was all right in front of me.

"Just think, Mark," said Stephanie. "In a little while a bunch of women will be playing with your bare body. Are you looking forward to this as much as I am?"

"Probably not," I replied. "I think you're way more worked up than I am."

"That's for sure," she giggled. "Your wife and I are looking forward to your performance."

"Our own private strip show," Pamela said. "You, dancing naked for us... Wow!"

"You girls like it kinky, do you?" I said. "Even with all of your friends knowing what you did?"

"I like lots of things," Stephanie said. "So if I want to have a party and watch a guy strip then I'm willing to do what it takes to get him to do it. And I have friends who feel the same way."

"Does George know what you're doing tonight?" I asked.

"I told him I was going to a hen party, and that's all he wanted to know. Anyway, he's playing poker with his buddies."

"I think that's what I'd rather be doing..."

"You'd really rather play poker than strip for us?" asked Pamela. "Even knowing you're going to get laid afterwards..."

"Well, I am looking forward to the fringe benefits of this job," I conceded. "By the way, who's it going to be?"

"Oh, no, that's a secret," Stephanie replied. "If you don't know who it's going to be then you have to play up to all of us, just in case."

"I suppose..."

"And I don't want you asking about it when you meet them, either," Stephanie added. "Don't even mention it. You let her approach you when she's ready to make the first move."

"Okay."

"So let's get you ready to dance," Pamela said, cutting off any further conversation. "You want to show off your big dick, right?"

I nodded and my wife reached into a pocket and a produced an old cock ring that I hadn't seen in quite a while.

"Where did you find that?" I asked. "I thought I lost it."

"I found it when we were looking for some cufflinks," Pamela said. "It was in my jewelry case."

The cock ring was a narrow elastic band that helped keep the blood from leaving my dick. I had used it many times in the past to make my erections last longer and to help delay ejaculation. It was just what I needed to keep things interesting. Pamela gave me the cock ring and then Stephanie took the cap off of a bottle of pills.

"It's Viagra, so take one," she explained, handing me the bottle.

"What the hell?" I muttered. I popped a pill in my mouth and washed it down with some wine. The women then left me alone in the bedroom so I dropped my pants and briefs. My cock was already pretty big, but I gave it a few strokes before I slipped the cock ring around it. The color of the elastic meant it blended well with my chemically tanned skin, and unless the lights were on really bright no one would see it. I rearranged my clothes, combed my hair and then looked at my reflection in a mirror. That was probably my last chance to not go through with the striptease, but I let it go by.

Stephanie returned for me just as the Astros scored another run in the top of the third inning. I switched off the game and followed her through the hall until she stopped short of the living room and signaled to someone I couldn't see. I could hear voices and the sounds of some activity in the living room, but except for the sound of some paper rustling I couldn't tell what was going on. I contented myself with staring at Stephanie's blonde hair, her bare back and the shape of her hips. My cock was growing inside my costume.

"Ready?" she asked in a low voice. "You know I want total nudity, so everything comes off, right?"

"That was the deal," I replied in a whisper. "My part of it anyway..."

"You promised us you'd strip naked," she said, repeating herself unnecessarily. "Having any second thoughts?"

"Yeah, but I just focus on the big reward and they go away."

"You only get your big reward if you do go all the way," she reminded me. "Plus you have to stay naked for a while, like you did before. Your wife and I want to have a little fun at your expense."

"Okay. No problem."

"Well then, your audience is waiting. I think it's time you showed us what we want to see."

I wanted to say something witty, but I just smiled as my dance music began playing loudly on a stereo. When I stepped around the corner I made a quick survey of the living room and saw my audience for the first time. Or rather, I saw what they let me see.

There were thirteen women seated around the living room and that number became fourteen when Stephanie settled onto a chair to my left. All of them appeared to be fit, attractive women, but they were all wearing masks. The masks were the kind that covered only the upper half of their faces, but they were big enough to keep me from recognizing anyone. I could only identify Stephanie and Pamela (who was seated next to her) because of their dresses.

Someone had aimed all the track lights on the vaulted ceiling toward the center of the living room, making it even more difficult for me to tell much about the women in the audience. The room itself was large – about twenty-five feet from where I stood to the French doors on the opposite end. The room was about fifteen feet wide with a fireplace in the middle of the left wall. Stephanie and Pamela were seated on folding chairs in front of a brick hearth that ran the full length of the left side of the room.

An auburn-haired woman was seated to Pamela's left, and on the other side of the fireplace there were three brunettes in more folding chairs. A blonde was sitting by herself in a chair in the back left corner and a loveseat had been placed at an angle in the back right corner. It was occupied by a woman with light brown hair (probably the one I had seen through the window earlier) and another blonde. Next to that, to my right, was a chair, a sofa and another chair. The chairs on either end of the sofa were occupied by blondes while the sofa had a brunette seated between two more blondes.

I was disappointed that the clothing the women wore wasn't very revealing. In addition to Stephanie and Pamela, six other women were wearing long dresses. Two were wearing jeans while two others wore long pants. Only the woman sitting next to my wife and the woman in the last chair had hemlines that were anywhere near their knees. It was a big letdown for a leg man like me. Six of the women, including Stephanie and Pamela, were flaunting plenty of cleavage, so at least there was some female flesh on display. The most bare skin belonged to one of the women in jeans. She had on a crop top that exposed her mid-section from just below her boobs down to her hip bones.

At least they all seemed excited to see me. A few of them applauded and cheered as I began to dance. All week long I'd been worried about stripping, but at that moment I knew it didn't matter how well I danced. All I had to do was move around and get naked. That moment was also when I discovered that there was a big difference between fantasizing about exposing myself and actually going through with it. I cannot explain what it felt like to have all those masked faces staring at me, waiting for me to dance and take off my clothes. But I was committed. I just tried to do what I had been practicing all week.

The living room rug had been rolled up, exposing the tile floor, so I was able to move easily. I danced toward the center of the room, trying to make eye contact with the blonde on the loveseat while licking my lips suggestively. The woman had a wide mouth and big lips and she mimicked my gesture while the women on either side of her applauded.

Making a slow turn, all the way around, I scanned the other masked faces. The women seemed eager and enthusiastic, and that motivated me. My rising lust (and three glasses of wine) was all the encouragement I needed. I had memorized and practiced my dance routine countless times in the preceding days until I could do it without thinking. But now, in a room full of women, things seemed to slow down so that I experienced each and every little move I made. I could also hear some of what the women were saying to each other.

"I like to watch a man dance," the blonde on the left end of the sofa said. "It tells a lot about how good they are in bed."

"That's bullshit!" the other blonde replied. "The best dancer I knew was lousy in bed."

"I agree," said the brunette in the middle. "My husband has two left feet, but I've got no complaints about him as a lover."

I put my hands behind my head and made a couple of hip thrusts in their direction, and then I turned around and did the same thing for Stephanie and my wife.

"C'mon, Mark, you can do better than that!" Stephanie urged.

I responded by picking up my pace to better match the rhythm of the music. Those hours of workouts and rehearsals were paying off now, and I wanted to keep my audience happy. I tried to concentrate on just dancing (and stripping) by pretending I was at home alone. That proved impossible with more than a dozen eager women all around me. Even with masks hiding half of their faces I could tell some of them were blushing. Some of them were laughing, while others made mocking catcalls or whistled and hooted.

I departed from my planned routine to do a lap dance for the woman next to Pamela. She scooted forward so I could straddle her legs and get my crotch up against her boobs. She was a well-endowed woman and I imagined myself tit-fucking her until I came on her face. That triggered a memory of the soccer game and I remembered her name: Angela Harris. She had been nursing a sore ankle and didn't play during that game, so I had gotten a good look at her. Her curly reddish hair and her big jugs told me I was right about her identity.

I continued to bump and grind on Angela's lap for a short while, but the other women wanted more.

"All right, now, let's really get to it!" came a voice from behind me.

"Strip for us!" another voice called. "Now!"

"Yeah! Get naked!"

"Take it off! Take it off!" they chanted.

Turning to face the woman in the chair between the loveseat and the sofa, I spread my legs a bit and put my hands to my waist. Another hip thrust drew a call of approval from the women on that side of the room. Acting as if I didn't want to do it, I slowly pulled my belt out of my pants and then used it as sort of a dance partner for a few moments. I ran it under my crotch, pulling it up and down, while I kept on moving my body to the music. I noticed the woman with the light brown hair trying to get closer to me by leaning forward in her seat, so I put the belt behind her neck and pulled her face toward my crotch. She kissed the front of my pants and drew shouts of approval from her friends. Moving on, I cracked the belt like a whip before I tossed it to the women on the sofa.

The music kept going and I kept on dancing, stroking my stomach and my chest and occasionally pinching my nipples. I moved over to Stephanie and offered her my right foot. She untied my shoelace and held on as I pulled away, leaving her with the shoe as a trophy of sorts. I danced some more and then I let the woman with the bare midriff take my left shoe.

I knew I would have to sit on the floor to remove my socks, so I dropped to my knees and imitated a limbo dancer before I did a spin like a break dancer. I peeled off my socks one at a time and tossed them in opposite directions, not caring that they sailed over the heads of my audience and landed out of sight.

I began to notice that my forehead felt tight and I sensed a shift in the color of the lights. I assumed the Viagra was taking effect and that it was harmless. Then I was up and dancing, with everyone in the room knowing that my pants would be coming off next. That would leave me almost nude and I didn't want it to end so quickly, so I slowed things down by removing my bow tie, the shirt collar and the cuffs. I slowly unbuttoned them and tossed them to the audience one piece at a time.

Eventually everything else was gone and it was time for me to lose my trousers. I pretended reluctance and the women responded by encouraging me with hoots and whistles. I danced around and turned a few times, trying to be a tease as I played with my zipper. I lowered one side of the front of my pants, flashing my bright red underwear at the audience. My growing cock was straining against the front of my briefs and I had to be careful. I didn't want it to pop out too soon.

Trying to keep to the music with my feet and hips, I pivoted like a basketball player until I faced the French doors. I spread my legs and at the same time moved my hands around to the waistband of my pants. One firm tug was all it took to split open the Velcro seams and allow me to pull the pants away from my legs.

There was a loud cheer, some whistling and more hooting as I stood straight up, made a half turn to my right and then twirled my pants over my head. I let go and watched as they sailed across the room and landed near the front door. Once my pants were gone I was able to move much easier and I did a bump and grind as the music slowed down. By that point I was getting harder and harder and I knew the women could see the outline of my cock in my briefs. They really got into the show and started encouraging me to go further. They started reaching out and touching me, tentatively at first and then with more boldness. Some of them were becoming a lot more daring now that I was down to my last article of clothing; rubbing and fondling me as I danced nearby. Someone on the left side of the room spanked my right cheek really hard but I couldn't turn quickly enough to identify the culprit.

I danced before them in just a pair of red satin briefs that barely contained my erection. The women clapped and screamed in delight as I rubbed my chest and thrust my hips in time with the music. I made sure I got close enough to their seats so they could touch me as I danced. They loved my hairless legs and chest, and there seemed to be fingers probing at me constantly. Some of them pointed at my crotch and I heard a few of the lewd comments they made as I danced.

"I'd fuck him so hard," I heard one woman say, "he'd learn from it."

"The only reason I'd kick that guy out of bed," another hollered, "would be to fuck him on the floor."

"Are you kidding?" somebody said from behind me. "I can't wait to dig my nails into that hot ass of his."

"Just bypass all the bullshit and get naked," Stephanie shouted, loud enough so everyone heard her.

"Yeah! Get naked!" the brunette on the sofa called. "We want cock!"

Others took up the chant, and soon it was so loud I thought the whole neighborhood would hear it.

"We want cock! We want cock!"

Since Stephanie had been very direct about what she wanted me to do I returned to her and danced really close. I ran my hands over my ass and rubbed the outline of my cock and balls, which were barely contained by my red satin briefs. I was a little disappointed by her lack of attention, especially since most of the other women had eagerly groped me. She smiled wickedly, raised her hand, and just when I thought she was about to touch me, she teasingly waved her left hand. Her wedding ring was right in my face, so I kissed it and then I moved down the line, genuinely disappointed.

"We want cock! We want cock!"

The brunette in the pantsuit had no problems with touching me. In fact, she lightly ran her nails down my chest u¬ntil she stopped just above the top of my briefs. Then she slipped her fingers under the waistband so she could touch my shaft. She only did that for an instant but the other women loved it.

"We want cock! We want cock!"

I moved over and danced in front of the smaller or the two blondes on the sofa. From the way she fidgeted I assumed she was getting aroused, so I ran my hands up my thighs and presented my crotch to her. She drew in a long breath and then reached out to feel my groin with her palm. She had a big smile on her face when I turned away from her.

"We want cock! We want cock!"

I moved back and danced some more, but by now they'd started to chant really loud, urging me to get rid of my briefs and reveal all. I waved my finger, teasing them. If I had worn a g-string under my briefs I could have quit without going all the way, but I didn't have one and these women were not to be denied. Whether fueled by the wine, their relentless coaxing, or my own excitement, they induced me to get naked. I started to slowly lower my briefs.

"We want cock! We want cock!"

I was covered with sweat and the women were almost in a frenzied state. I don't know how long I had been dancing and I'm sure they thought my performance must be coming to an end, but the music changed from a pounding dance beat to something slower and more sensual. I pulled my briefs back up and began to roll my hips in a slower, more sensual way.

My thoughts were all jumbled: Why shouldn't I do it... Am I nuts... They want it... Run away... This is my once-in-a-lifetime chance... This is too risky... Give them what they want... I'm going to do it!

"We want cock! We want cock!" they chanted, louder than before. "We want cock! We want cock!"

I realized that I couldn't think about it for another second or I'd be unable to go through with it. I gave them a big smile and they all applauded and cheered, sensing the big moment. Reaching back, I hooked my fingers in the waistband of the briefs and then slowly drew them down to bare my buttocks a little at a time. The women whistled and yelled for a moment before I slid the briefs back up to cover myself. I repeated that little tease twice more in different directions, and they started to cheerfully boo and jeer. I moved toward the front door so all the women were behind me, and then I thrust my butt back and out.

"We want cock! We want cock!"

"Cock now! Cock now!"

Tearing loose the Velcro fasteners in the waistband of my briefs caused them to pop away from my ass and disappear up between my legs. My audience loved my suddenly bare bottom. My last scrap of clothing, and with it the last of my modesty, was almost gone. Then I turned to face them, teasing them by holding what was left of the briefs like a matador's cape to conceal my cock. Ignoring their protests, I waited until the right moment in the music. Then, just as the strippers did in The Full Monty movie, I opened up and posed with my legs apart and my arms up and out-stretched.

The whole group cheered as my semi-stiff cock came into full view. The ladies' screams were deafening, even drowning out the music for several moments.

"Omigosh!" came a voice from my right. "I can't believe it."

"I told you he was well-hung," declared Stephanie from my left. "What a beauty, huh?"

"Oooh, baby," Pamela purred.

"Ooooh, look at that," exclaimed the woman next to her. "It's getting hard! I can't wait to get my hands on it!"

"Just your hands, Angie?" Stephanie teased, inadvertently confirming the woman's identity. "Imagine having that splendid body all over you..."

I think only then did I consciously realize what I had just done. I was stark naked, in a well-lit room in full view of fourteen women. I learned that it was possible to be both humiliated and exhilarated at the same time. My courage wavered for an instant, but now that my cock was on full display I couldn't believe how much I liked being naked. I was completely turned on and my cock became rock hard. I was the center of attention in that room and I reveled in it. I barely heard what the women were shouting to each other, or to me. I still had my briefs in my hand and I realized that most of the women wanted them. I waved it in the air, offering it to my audience. I looked for whoever was showing the most enthusiasm.

I couldn't decide who should get it, so I tossed the briefs high in the air toward the center of the room so I could watch them try to catch it like a bridal bouquet. It didn't come down, however, instead getting caught on the ceiling fan. There was a collective groan and then they started calling for me to dance some more.

Pamela motioned for me to come towards her and she stood up as I did so. Her gaze went toward my cock and her hands followed. She grabbed me with both hands and gave me a long, wet kiss. She kept on stroking me as we kissed, pressing her crotch against my bare thigh. She was driving me crazy and I thought she might make me come right then and there. But she had other ideas.

"Dance some more for us, my sweet naked darling," she whispered. "Make it really raunchy!"

"Come on, keep moving, Mark," Stephanie said to me as Pamela reclaimed her seat. "We've all seen a hard on before, so just dance and let us enjoy it."

The next song had an energetic beat and I'm sure it gave my little audience exactly what they wanted. My cock jiggled nicely and was almost dancing on its own as I tried to keep up with the music. Only the exertion of dancing kept me from keeping the full erection Pamela had left me with.

The audience members reacted differently to my nudity. The woman with the light brown hair acted as if it was the first time she had ever seen anything like it. She didn't run out of the room or cover her eyes, however. Two others just sat silently and watched with their mouths open. I couldn't tell if they were embarrassed or surprised, or if they just liked to sit and take in the whole scene. The rest of them were more expressive. They yelled and screamed and really got into the action. They may have had different reactions, but they all kept on looking at the same thing – my cock.

They stared at me, felt my chest, thighs and buns, and laughed and teased me unmercifully. I suppose if I'd had a g-string they would have filled it with dollar bills. I just kept quiet and danced, hoping they wouldn't spread this story all over town. My own feelings surprised me. I wasn't embarrassed by my situation and really didn't care that I was naked in front of so many women who weren't. In fact, it was kind of a thrill to be the center of so much obvious sexual attention.

I barely heard the music as I continued to dance around the room. I stopped frequently to shimmy my hips and make my cock swing to the left and right. My wife always preferred me to thrust my hips so my cock would flop up and down, and I did plenty of that, too. I could see my reflection in the French doors and it was almost as if I was watching someone else. The way the women's masked faces followed me as I danced from one end of the room to the other was surreal. Most of them whistled and cheered when I approached them and I made sure everyone got a good look at my cock. I also waved my bare ass in front of each of them, getting close enough to let them touch me as I shook my hips so my buttocks would shake and shimmy.

And touch me they did, especially when I started doing requests. One of them asked me to pose like a bodybuilder and I did. Another asked me to flex and jiggle my buttocks and I did that, too. Stephanie wanted me to get down and do pushups. I did it but couldn't go all the way down without the end of my dick hitting the floor tiles. (Ouch!) The woman in the corner chair asked for jumping jacks and as I did them my penis bounced up and down while the women laughed and pointed.

"I'd like to see a whole line of guys doing that," one woman laughed. "Sort of a contest to see who stays hard the longest..."

"Yeah, stud!" the one in the jeans and crop top yelled out. "Swing that big fucking monster! Make your balls bounce!"

Her raspy voice had a familiar quality to it and I suddenly realized who she was. Nicki Anderson had just graduated from college when she replaced Stephanie in my wife's office, so I saw her occasionally. The brunette was opinionated and hard to work with (according to Pamela) but I thought she was likeable enough. As a twenty-four-year-old fitness buff and former lifeguard she had a hot body, including a pair of C-cup boobs and a big round bubble-butt. The well-defined abs exposed by her tank top and low rise jeans confirmed it was her.

I hesitated for a moment when I realized that I knew at least one member of the audience besides Pamela and Stephanie. (I had never actually been introduced to Angela, so I wasn't counting her.) If there was one, there were probably more. I had always wondered what Nicki would look like without her clothes, and apparently she had wondered the same thing about me. It was possible she had come to the party not expecting to see me, or any other man, do a striptease, but I doubted it.

The only thing I could do was keep dancing. Standing right in front of Nicki, I lifted my cock with one hand and showed off my balls by wiggling my hips back and forth and side to side. The head of my cock was shiny with pre-cum and I was incredibly horny. That meant my balls were drawn up tight and they didn't move much, but Nicki didn't seem to care. When it came to beauty and sex appeal she wasn't in the same league as Pamela or Stephanie, but I was more than willing to fuck her that night. In fact, right then and there, any of the women would have been a suitable receptacle for my lust.

The other side of the room wanted to see what I had just showed Nicki, so I turned and did it twice more. Next I did another lap dance for Angela, repeating what I had done when I still had my clothes on. The hem of her dress tickled my bare legs as I scooted up her lap and hugged her with my bare chest. When I got off of her I noted with satisfaction that most of her thighs were uncovered. I followed that by doing a backward lap dance for the blonde in the corner chair. It was exciting to feel her thighs with my hands as I wiggled my naked butt against her braless boobs.

My best lap dance was with the blonde sitting in the chair between the loveseat and the sofa. Her long black and white dress showed a generous amount of cleavage and one thigh was exposed by a slit that ran almost to her right hip. When I sat on her lap facing away from her she reached around my waist and fondled my cock with both hands. Then she urged me to turn around so that I could put my cock in her mouth.

Three seconds was all the blowjob she gave me. She leaned back and, without exposing her nipples, motioned for me to put my erection between her breasts. There was enough lubrication from her saliva and my pre-cum for me to tit fuck her. I made several long thrusts while she used her hands to hold her boobs together for me. She knew when to quit so I wouldn't cum all over her, however. She pushed me away and gave me a look that told me our performance had been for the benefit of the other women. I knew there was more to come, so I didn't mind the teasing. After all, that's why I was there.

When I left the blonde on the chair and moved to my right, the blonde at the far end of the sofa let out a cheer.

"Now let me see you thrust those hips!" she exclaimed. "Oh, look at that cock... swing that thing side to side for me!"

As I did so, she let out another cheer.

"Come on... flip-flop your cock up and down! Yeah... show us how big it is!"

I rocked my hips and slapped my erection against my thighs while my balls did a little dance of their own.

The women on the sofa applauded and then the blonde told me to turn around. "Let me watch that ass in action!"

Showing her my ass gave her the green light to touch my butt, first with one hand and then the other. She squeezed my cheeks with both hands at the same time, and when I moved away she slapped my behind as hard as she could. Once I was out of her reach I did some bodybuilder poses as a way to keep from rubbing my ass where the blonde had spanked me. Still smiling and still flexing, I zigzagged my way from one side of the living room to the other, putting on a show with my cock and balls.

I had been oozing and dripping pre-cum all through my naked routine and my balls were beginning to ache. I needed to rest so I got down on my knees in front of the fireplace and leaned back, reclining against the hearth. I waved to the women, inviting them to come forward and put their hands on my body. The head of my cock was purple and so swollen it almost hurt, and I desperately wanted someone to touch it and bring me off. Just then I heard a soft sigh that turned into a low groan. I knew that someone had just had an orgasm, and for some reason that took the edge off my need.

I stayed on the floor and about half of the women left their seats and moved closer. I let them caress my body. They felt my lean, hairless muscles, and a couple of them reached under me to feel my buttocks.

But they avoided my groin until the brunette from the sofa came over and stood between my legs, staring at my dripping cock-head. I kept raising and lowering my hips in time with the music, thrusting my cock at her. After a moment's hesitation, she bent down to get a closer look. I thrust my pelvis forward so the head of my cock just grazed her lips. She laughed and then opened her mouth as if she was going to blow me, but I lowered my hips to keep my cock out of her reach. Pamela had asked me to bring out the shameless tramp in these women, and I decided I had succeeded. My dance was over.

I stood up in the middle of the room with a full erection. The women moved closer, crowding me until I could feel them breathing on my naked body. My hard on was so tight it was almost painful. There was no place for me to go, even in the huge living room. The women just stood around me, smiling, and I could detect the definite odor of their arousal. My erection, fortified by the Viagra and still dripping pre-cum, swung around as I made a slow turn. I had been on an extreme sexual high, but I started to come to back reality.

I was facing Stephanie while everyone applauded and cheered. The women all stepped back until they stood shoulder to shoulder. Suddenly I realized that Stephanie was no longer wearing her mask. (She could have taken it off at any point after I started doing lap dances, or she might have just removed it – I wasn't sure.) I turned my head side to side and saw a few of the women reaching up as if to remove their own masks.

"Allow me to introduce my teammates, Mark," Stephanie said to me. "I think you've met some of them before, but I'll introduce all of them anyway."

"Okay..."

One by one, the masks came off.

"You know Pamela, of course," Stephanie said with a laugh. "Next to her is Angela Harris, and I'm sure you know Nicki Anderson."

"Thanks for the lap dances," said Angela. "They were my first."

"You're welcome," I replied.

"Good show, Mark," said Nicki. "I'll remember this for a long time... and I'll make sure you never forget it!"

I'm sure I turned red with embarrassment, but I got used to it as Stephanie continued the introductions. Kerri Vaughn, in loose white pants and a pink jacket that completely masked her figure, was next. (She was the one who had reached into my briefs to touch my cock.) She had worked with Pamela and Stephanie until she quit to have a baby. No one who saw her recently would believe she had ever been pregnant, however. She had completed a marathon the year before she got pregnant and she was training for another one. Kerri was more slender than most of the others and she had the least up top, but she also had a cute little pixie face that you could look at forever. But, unfortunately for a leg man like me, Kerri never wore a dress. Every time I had seen her around Pamela's office she was wearing pants but, unlike tonight's outfit, at least they hugged her contours and showed off her shapely hips, buttocks and thighs.

Standing next to Kerri was Heather Evans. Although she appeared to be still a teenager, I found out later she was almost thirty-five. She had dark brown eyes and shoulder-length brown hair to go with a deep tan. I couldn't see much of her body because she was wearing a long gray skirt with yellow trim that matched her sleeveless yellow top. Her waist was slim and her arms were well-toned, and I couldn't help but wonder what she might look like in the buff.

Irene Foster was next in line and my first thought was that she might be Stephanie's sister. Despite the facial resemblance and similar blonde hair, they were not related, however. I thought Irene was actually prettier than Stephanie but she wasn't as tall and she didn't appear to be built nearly as well. She was wearing a loose off-white blouse and a long beige skirt with wedge heels. Her figure was completely concealed, but I knew from doing a lap dance that she wasn't wearing a bra. My performance must have stimulated her, because her nipples were making two very nice bumps in the fabric of her blouse.

The woman I had seen outside with the long, light brown hair was Megan Upshaw. She was wearing a floral print silk tunic, jeans, and red high heel sandals. She was well-built and very pretty but I could tell from her features that she wasn't from America. My hunch turned out to be correct when she spoke with a Dutch accent. (I had spent some time in Holland several years earlier, and I just loved the way the Dutch women sounded when they spoke English.)

I could have listened to Megan for hours but Stephanie had moved on to introduce Holly Nelson. She was the busty blonde with the big lips and she also turned out to be the hostess for the party. Her outfit had a western flavor, with boots, a long black & red print skirt, a long-sleeve V-neck black top, and a push-up bra that put her ample cleavage right in front of my face. Holly, with no tan and too much makeup, definitely wasn't my type, and all I could think about was the collection of dildos I had found in her bedroom.

Next up was April Newman. I had seen her before and spoken to her briefly on a couple of occasions, and I always thought she was something special. She was another of my wife's former co-workers who had transferred at about the same time as Stephanie. Thanks to her flowing blonde hair and striking good-looks, both men and women would stare at her whenever she entered a room. She used to be a little on the heavy side until she followed Kerri's example and trained for a marathon, and now her body was lean and hard. I didn't really know her very well, but I was sure a lot of guys were disappointed when she got married about three years ago. Like so many of the others, April was wearing a long dress. Hers was the black and white floral print and thus she was the one I had titty fucked just a few minutes earlier. Unfortunately, she had readjusted her dress so that she exposed a lot less cleavage.

I turned my attention away from April and met Rhonda Allen. She was a blonde with a nice rack but, like Holly, I thought she had on too much makeup. Her ankle-length dress was so sheer I could almost see through it, but the halter-top must have had a lining because I couldn't make out any trace of her nipples. She kept looking down at my cock and I got the strong impression that she wanted me to take her, right there in the living room in front of all the others.

Denise Kramer stepped in to say hello to me, putting an end to my fantasy before my dick got hard again. I had met Denise on numerous occasions and she had been at parties in our home a couple of times, so having to greet her in the nude was probably the most embarrassing moment of the evening so far. For me, that is; she didn't mind at all. Denise was about forty and married with two teenage children, but I had always assumed she would be good in bed. She had an enthusiasm about her that she brought to everything she did, and I knew from personal observation that she looked good in a swimsuit. She was wearing a sleeveless black jumpsuit and the way her top jiggled when she moved made it plain her D-cup boobs were not supported by a bra. The black fabric kept all traces of her nipples well hidden, however. She also had some big bracelets on both wrists that clanged together when she moved, so I always knew where she was.

Erin Edwards was next, and although she was a very pretty blonde, everything about her told me she was a suburban mom. She was dressed in an ankle-length skirt, a sleeveless top, and sandals with narrow straps around her ankles. Her shape was hidden and nothing about her was really sexy, except for her eyes and her smile. That was enough for me to want to get to know her a lot better, in every possible way.

Last up was Robin Davis. I had never met her but I first took note of her at the soccer game where I made sure I learned her name. I always hoped I would get to meet her at some point, and it wasn't because I admired her playing skills. She had a great body and smoldering good looks topped with long, golden blonde hair. Everything about her just reeked of sex and, except for her hair color, she reminded me of what Pamela had been like when I first met her. Too bad she had chosen to hide her body under a purple calf-length dress that I thought was two sizes too big for her. Her high heel sandals would have made her legs look fabulous in a shorter skirt, but at least the buttons on her dress didn't go all the way up to her neck. She appeared to be wearing a push-up bra, and that also helped.

With all the introductions completed, everyone started talking at once. I did my best to be gracious and polite as they told me how much they liked my dancing or complimented me on my body, but all the attention started to overwhelm me. Stephanie said something I didn't hear but it did get everyone else's attention. She moved toward me with a big grin on her face, holding something in her hand that I couldn't identify.

"Let's find out what he's got," she said as she opened her fingers and let a tape measure unroll toward the floor. It was the cloth kind, like a tailor or a seamstress would use. "First the circumference..."

I was surprised when some of the women restrained me. They put their hands on my shoulders while others grabbed my wrists and held my arms behind me. That forced me to thrust my hips forward to maintain my balance, allowing Stephanie easy access to my erection. She grabbed my cock and held one end of the tape against the engorged fringe of my cockhead. She wrapped the tape around the head of my cock, boosting my sexual excitement to a higher plane. Her hands were warm and strong as she held the tape in place.

"Hey, be careful," I said. "I'm really close."

"Oh, no, Mark," she replied. "I'm not letting you come just yet."

I felt another twinge of excitement as Stephanie adjusted the end of the tape and then she let go of my erection. Holding the tape in the light where she could see it, she announced, "Five and a quarter inches. It's on the big side, girls."

At least half of the women cheered at her announcement, while some others grumbled. Their reaction didn't make sense to me, and I began to wonder what was going on. They certainly acted as if they had done this sort of thing before, and I figured they were up to something.

Stephanie gripped my cock again and placed the end of the tape at its base, below my modest amount of pubic hair.

"Not quite the eight inches of your typical porn story," she announced, "but way over average, right girls?"

"Not bad," said Holly. She was one of the women holding my arms. "Not bad at all."

"Not bad?" Kerri exclaimed. "Most women never see one that big in their whole lives."

"Speak for yourself," Irene mocked.

"Oh, hush," said Stephanie as the others cheered their approval. There was a chorus of questions demanding the exact length and it seemed like they had placed some bets on precisely how well endowed I was.

"Coming right up," Stephanie called. She stretched the tape away from my body and put her cheek against my chest so she could look down and get an accurate reading. "It's seven and three-eighths inches!"

Her announcement brought mostly cheers, a few groans and one enthusiastic shout from behind me. I couldn't tell who it was, but I assumed she had won the bet, whatever it was. The girls let go of my arms and shoulders as Stephanie gave the tape measure and a small note pad to Denise. "Here, check the list and figure out who wins. In the meantime, let's get this party going!"

While practicing my striptease all week I had expected to give then a quick peek and maybe a little more, but it turned out to be a whole lot more. The women had no intention of giving me back my clothes any time soon, or letting Pamela take me away. I was a little bit embarrassed by being naked and surrounded by over a dozen women, especially when I looked around and realized that my clothes were nowhere to be seen. It was a moment right out of my dreams – or nightmares.

"Yep, you're going to stay just the way you are," Holly said, evidently reading my thoughts. "How does it feel to have so many women see you naked?"

"I suppose it'll take some getting used to," I replied.

"We certainly enjoyed it," said Heather. "I was sitting in a puddle by the time you finished."

"Thanks, I guess," I mumbled.

"You were terrific!" Nicki gushed. "I always enjoy teasing guys, but all week I've been looking forward to seeing you nude."

"Me, too," Kerri put in. "Whenever you saw me at work you were always undressing me with your eyes, weren't you?"

"Yeah, probably..."

"Well you're the one who's undressed now," Kerri smirked. "I like the fact that you're fully exposed and vulnerable with no chance of seeing any of us in the nude."

"That's the idea exactly," Stephanie said quickly.

Her abrupt response made me wonder if the other women knew I had been promised sex with one of them. It made sense to me that parts of our arrangement might be a secret, at least from some of the women, so I didn't say anything.

"The main point of a CFNM party is that we get to keep our clothes on," Stephanie went on. "That's why I like it, anyway. I think most women enjoy looking at a naked man but not other naked women."

"Now we don't have that problem," said Denise as she joined the conversation. "We can release our inner bitch at a CFNM party if we want to. We can be assertive and powerful. It's a refreshing change to be the boss."

"And that's the bottom line, Mark," said Stephanie. "We're in charge. Since you're naked, you have to do what we say."

"Uh, huh," I mumbled.

"This is the first CFNM party for Angela, Nicki, Kerri and Megan," Stephanie continued. "They're going to find out how much fun it is to embarrass and humiliate a naked guy, and that it's better to have lots of women there to enjoy it with them."

"And I think this is the most we've ever had," Holly said. "Right, Steff?"

"Oh, yeah, easily," Stephanie agreed.

"That makes me feel even better," I said.

"Sorry, Mark, but this is what you signed up for," Stephanie replied. "I'm going to take great delight in the next couple of hours, seeing you naked and embarrassed in front of your wife and so many of my girlfriends."

"Looks like we got you, eh, Mark?" Nicki said with a laugh.

"Yeah, you got me," I said. "I hope you're satisfied."

"Well, I know I'm going to enjoy your discomfort and distress," said Kerri. "This is girl power at its best!"

"It's good fun for us and we get off on it," Holly added. "It makes us feel strong and powerful and superior!"

"Sure, it's all fun and games," Denise deadpanned. "Until someone gets really horny and just has to get fucked."

"I hope that's not a joke," I exclaimed.

"Stick around and find out," Denise replied, looking me straight in the eye.

"It's much too early for you to get dressed anyway," Stephanie told me as she put her arm over my shoulder and steered me away from the others. "You need to work the room, as the saying goes."

"What do you mean?"

"Here's what you're going to do," she replied as we reached the kitchen where Pamela was waiting. "Go around the house and make contact with each woman. Let her look at you, front and back, and see everything up close and personal."

"Okay..."

"This is exciting for me," said Pamela as she handed me a wine glass. "Everyone's gotten past their embarrassment by now..."

"Except maybe you, Mark," Stephanie interrupted.

"That's not the point," Pamela continued. "I mean I want you to be sure everyone here gets a good long look at your body. It's okay for them to touch you and caress you if they want. Let them feel your ass and fondle your cock if they want to."

"Uh huh," I mumbled.

"And I'll be watching them do all of that to you," Pamela added. "You know that's a big turn on for me, right?"

"I remember," I said. "But I'm expecting a really nice reward after this is all over. Make sure you hold up your end of our little deal."

"You won't be disappointed, Mark," Stephanie said. "You can be sure of that."

I saw her wink at Pamela when she said it, and for whatever reason I believed her.

"Give everyone a chance to become really familiar with your body," Stephanie continued with a sly smile on her face. "But also talk to them and let them get to know you. They might ask you some questions, so give them the hard, naked truth."

"Ha ha, funny," I muttered.

"And don't ever cover yourself, Mark," Stephanie added. "I brought my handcuffs and I'll put them on you if I have to."

"I'll remember that."

"Good. Now one more thing," she told me. "Don't sit unless you're invited to. We want you on your feet and moving around so we can look at you."

"Right..."

"Now go on and mingle, Mark," said Pamela. "And have fun."

"I'll try."

Now that I was finished playing the part of a stripper the circumstances were quite a bit different than I expected. I was more than a little self-conscious; in fact, I was fully aware of my nudity. Perhaps it was the drinks I'd had, but I didn't feel any need to change my situation, however. Having stripped and danced totally nude in front of them, there was no point in trying to hide anything from them. The idea of being the naked entertainment for this party was stimulating, and I wanted to enjoy it. If Pamela and Stephanie wanted me to mingle with the party guests, and do it naked, then so be it. The more turned on they got the better I'd enjoy it.

Pamela moved off to another part of the house, leaving Stephanie and me alone. I was standing with my back against the counter on one side of the kitchen and she was standing in front of the sink, facing me.

"Very good job with the dancing, Mark," she said. She lowered her gaze and deliberately eyeballed my nakedness for several seconds. "By the way, I knew you'd do it."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, I knew you'd strip for us even before I asked Pam about it."


"And how did you know that?" I asked, even though her smile told me she knew she was right.

"Because we both know you're an exhibitionist at heart," she said. "I saw it at the pool party and I see it now. You enjoy this."

"Maybe I do," I replied. "But I'm sure I'm going to enjoy what comes next."

"The reward you're looking forward to won't be for a while yet," Stephanie said as she took an envelope from a drawer and offered it to me. "But here's part of it."

"Uh, thanks," I said as I took it. "What's this?"

"Your fee for stripping," she said with a laugh. "You went all the way, just like I asked, so you earned it."

I looked in the envelope found ten one hundred dollar bills and a letter to a property management company in Aspen.

"Just give them a call and tell them when you want to use the condo," Stephanie explained. "But you'd better hurry before all the dates are booked."

"Thanks, but I'm a little short on pockets right now," I joked. "How about if you give this to Pam?"

"I'll make sure she gets it," Stephanie said as she stepped closer to me.

She took the envelope and I let her give me a hug. I could feel her big fake boobs, covered only by a thin layer of fabric, pressing against my bare chest. Perhaps I let the hug go on longer than I should have, but Stephanie was feeling me all over and I liked it. I explored her bare back with my hands, going lower and lower until I copped a feel of her butt. She didn't object.

"This is going to be a lot of fun," she said, more to herself than to me. "Yes it is..."

With that, she left me alone. I paused for a moment and then began to work my way around the house. The women had clustered in small groups and were whispering quietly as they stared at me. I approached the group in the dining room but they stopped talking and just looked at me. Apparently, no one was comfortable enough with the situation to make the first move.

I turned and had taken a step toward the adjoining living room when I felt someone touch my ass. I started to turn around but I decided I'd rather not know who it was. Everyone (including me) was going to get used to the situation sooner or later, so there was no need to rush things. There were two small groups of women in the living room but neither one opened up to invite me to join them. I had to turn sideways to pass between them and get to the patio and someone (it might have been Denise, but I wasn't sure) managed squeeze my balls as I went by.

The feeling of the woman's hand lingered on my scrotum and renewed my erection. Seeing my hard on as I went through the French doors and onto the patio, Erin worked up enough audacity to grab it. She didn't say a word as she examined the weight and hardness of my cock. Now that someone else had taken the first bold step, the other women decided to partake of the entertainment my bare body offered. They stroked and caressed and fondled all parts of my anatomy whenever I was close enough. Some of them may have been doing it because they were curious or horny, but others did it to embarrass and humiliate me. My ass was stroked and spanked numerous times. That wasn't too bad, but Kerri really made me feel it when she pinched my left buttock when we found ourselves alone on the patio.

"I've always wanted to do that to a guy," she giggled. "I hope you don't mind."

"Of course I mind," I replied. "That hurt!"

"I'm sorry," she said with some sincerity. "But I couldn't help myself."

"You could kiss it and make it feel better," I said with a big smile on my face.

"How about if I just rub it a little?" she offered with an equally big smile on her face.

"Go for it."

She smiled and stared at me with a look of mischief on her face.

"Tell me something, Mark," she said as she circled around me, inspecting my body by rubbing her hands all over it. "What's the sexiest part of your body?"

I wasn't sure if she wanted to know what other women thought about me, or what I thought about myself. I decided to go with my own opinion. "My legs."

"Not your cock or your ass?" she questioned as she passed behind me. She drew her hand across my ass and I was afraid she was going to pinch me again. She didn't, and instead came back around in front of me and rubbed my chest and pinched my nipples. "How come?"

"Well, I like the feel of my thigh muscles," I told her as she slid her hand slid down to my groin and felt my rapidly stiffening cock. "They feel hard and smooth to me, and I like the feeling of a woman's legs rubbing up against them. Besides, Pamela likes them..."

"They are nice," she said. "I'm going to feel them, okay?"

"Sure..."

Kerri spent the next minute rubbing my thighs and squeezing my leg muscles. She bent over slightly to reach lower, putting her head (and mouth) very close to my cock. If she had said or done anything to let me know she wanted to have any kind of sex with me I would have torn off her clothes and had my way with her right there on the patio. Instead she kept her cool and merely completed her examination of my legs.

"So you want to be our naked sex toy?" she asked as she moved behind me and reached around to massage my chest and play with my nipples some more. Then she moved her hands down and around so she could feel my ass.

I didn't know how to answer her question. I was already naked, of course, but agreeing to be a sex toy might open up other possibilities – good and bad. Kerri kept her hands on my waist as she circled back around to face me. She had a wicked little grin on her face and a look in her eyes that told me she was testing me. For her first time at a CFNM party she really seemed to know what she was doing. I was a little bit afraid, but that didn't overcome my strong sense of lust and arousal. My cock knew what it wanted, and it betrayed my feelings to anyone who looked down.

"Yes," I answered. "I'll be your naked sex toy if that's what you want."

"Yes, and I can see you'll probably enjoy it," Kerri said as she reached out and tapped my erection with a finger.

"I hope so," I said as she circled around me again.

"Not bad," she said as she fondled my cheeks. "Good ass."

Lastly she came around in front of me again so she could hold my balls with one hand and my cock with the other.

"Nice balls," she said, fondling my nuts. Then she got a good grip on my shaft and gave it several strokes. "Nice cock."

I groaned, and then groaned again when Kerri left me and went back into the house. Things were not going as I had anticipated when I agreed to come to the party, but my body clearly liked what was happening. I expected further unforeseen developments and I wasn't wrong.

I retreated to the kitchen to fix myself another drink. Angela and Heather were there for the same reason, but they stopped working when they saw me. They both smiled at me and then dropped their gaze to my groin. The way their eyes moved in unison was almost comical, but it was also enough to give me another erection.

"I find that most appealing on a man," Heather said to me. "I wonder if all women do."

Angela nodded her head but didn't say anything as she continued to stare at my cock.

"I hope so," I replied, somewhat amazed that I was standing there naked and talking to two women who had just watched me do a striptease in their friend's living room. "They should take it as a compliment."

"Can you raise and lower it anytime you want?" Angela asked. (This woman was really new at this.)

"Not usually," I told her. "It just sort of responds when it wants to."

"So you don't claim any responsibility for it?" said Heather. "Typical..."

"I can say without a doubt that women are responsible for all of my erections," I said.

"So who's responsible for this one?" Angela wanted to know.

"You are. Both of you."

"I like that," Angela beamed.

"How about moving it around for us?" said Heather.

So I stood in front of them, in the middle of the kitchen, and let them watch as I rocked my hips and waved my erection from side to side.

"This is fun," Angela giggled. "I think I like watching a guy's dick."

"Yeah," Heather agreed. "It's almost as much fun as watching him dance naked."

"You liked my dancing, then?" I said.

"Oh, yes, and I think you should do it more often," she told me. "That was a pretty hot show."

"Thanks," I said. "I hope you enjoyed it."

"Well, all in all, I think it made us as hot as it did you," she teased. "Say... what are you doing in two weeks? My sister's having a birthday party for her best friend and she's wants to hire a stripper. And I'd love to see you dance again..."

I thought about having another group of women screaming for me to take my clothes off. I could use the money, of course, but I had no desire to be known as someone willing to strip for any group of women who happened along. Even so, I gave her my phone number and told her to have her sister call me.

"Oh, goody," Irene said as she and Megan came into the kitchen. "You're hard. I like looking at a hard man."

"We're always looking at you, Mark," Megan said in her delightful Dutch accent. "Especially since we can see all we want right now."

"When you notice a woman," Angela said, "what part of her do you look at first?

"Her face," I replied. I felt myself blushing, or maybe it was the heat in the room. Or maybe it was the fact that I was stark naked in front of four women I had just met.

"Really?" Angela said. "Why?"

"Simple," I said, "I want to see if I know her."

"Okay," Heather said. "So what's the second thing you look at?"

"Her legs."

"What about her boobs?" Irene asked. "Do you like large breasts?"

"Not too large," I replied as I eyed the modest bustlines of Heather, Irene and Megan and compared them to Angela's much bigger bosom. "But the size isn't as important to me as the shape. Some women just have prettier breasts than others."

"And some men have prettier cocks than others," Megan replied as she gazed at my erection. "You're one of the lucky ones."

"Thanks," I said.

"Hmmm... so I guess you didn't get to see your favorite things when you were dancing," Irene said. "How did that make you feel?"

"Well, I was hoping everyone would be wearing short skirts, so I was kind of disappointed."

"Too bad for you, Mark," Megan laughed. "You'll have to make do with a little cleavage, since none of us is naked like you."

"Well, there are plenty of places I can go to see naked women if I want," I told her. "In the meantime you guys can have your fun."

"You know, Mark, your cock is pretty," Angela said as she bent over to get a better look. She was so close I could feel her breathing on the head of my cock.

"Touch it, Angela," Irene said.

"Is that okay, Mark?" Angela asked, looking up at me.

"Sure, no problem," I replied. "Touch it all you want."

Angela smiled, and then she gently touched my erection. It throbbed as she rubbed my cock head for several seconds. She proceeded to examine my erection in an almost clinical fashion, pinching the head and wrapping her hand around the shaft. She pulled my cock to first one side and then the other before she lifted it against my belly so she could get a good look at my balls.

"I can feel it throbbing," she declared as she held onto it.

"I wish they made dildos that could throb and get hot like that," Heather said, causing Angela to blush.

She started to pull upward, forcing me to stand on my tiptoes until she let go of my erection.

"Sorry, Mark, I got carried away," said Angela. "You have a lovely cock."

"Thanks," I said. "Tell all your friends."

"Huge dicks are highly overrated in my opinion," said Irene as she took a turn fondling my erection. "I know you guys all like a girl with huge tits but..."

"Not true," I interrupted.

"But I don't feel the same way about cocks," she went on, ignoring my protest. "I used to have a boyfriend with a huge cock. I'd give him a blowjob and my jaw would be sore for days. I'll take a normal penis anytime."

"How about tonight?" I offered.

Irene just chuckled and then she dropped my erection. She didn't say anything else until it stopped bouncing.

"Let's go back to the party," she said to the others. "Mark's not leaving anytime soon, and I'm sure we'll see more of him."

"Whatever," I mumbled.

Determined to make the best of things, I began to enjoy the compliments and the attention. I strutted around the house, entertaining the women in small groups by posing for them and letting them touch and feel my body even more than they already had. In the process of doing that I got to know a little about them. I learned what position each of them played on the soccer team, who was the youngest (Angela) and the oldest (Denise), which ones were married (all but Nicki and Robin), which ones had children (seven of them), and where they worked. (Erin, a stay-at-home mom, was the only one who didn't have a job.)

It didn't surprise me that most of their husbands knew each other; in fact, six of them were playing poker with Stephanie's husband, George. Just as important, I found out that Holly's husband was working a night shift and he wouldn't get home until about two o'clock in the morning. That reassured me because it meant the CFNM party wasn't going to last all night.

I was on my way to the kitchen to get another drink when Holly intercepted me and steered me into the breakfast nook.

"How about just standing still for a moment, please?" she asked as she reached over to the wall and turned on the lights. "I want to get a good look at you in all your naked splendor."

I thought there was plenty of light in the house the way it was, but now I felt like I was really on display.

"I've gotten a pretty good look at you already," Holly said, "but this is much better. You don't mind, do you?"

"Not at all," I said without hesitation. I knew I had a good body and if Holly wanted an eyeful, then she could have one. "Take your time."

I put my hands on my hips and stood about four feet in front of my hostess, facing her. The only emotion she showed was a slight smile that never changed, but I watched her eyes move slowly up and down, having a really good look at my body. It wasn't simply a glance as I was expecting, but she stared at me for well over a minute, carefully inspecting my nakedness. I began to feel uncomfortable under her scrutiny and I found myself having to look away before she was finished.

"Had enough yet?" I finally asked her.

"No, not really," she said matter-of-factly. "You've got quite a package there, Mark, more than I expected."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. Now, how about turning around for a moment?"

I turned to face away from her and saw Pamela and Denise watching from the kitchen. They appeared to be especially amused by my situation, as if they shared a private joke or a secret of some kind.

"You look like you spend time in the weight room," Holly said after another minute. "You have a first class butt, Mark."

"I'm glad you approve."

"Yours is one of those butts women will always point out to their girlfriends and say, 'Wow! Look at the buns on that one!'"

"Yeah, I get that a lot."

"I'll bet you do," Holly laughed. "Okay, Mark, you can turn around again."

"Glad to be of service," I said with a slight mocking tone in my voice. "Anything else?"

"Just one thing," she replied as she stepped closer to me. She put her left hand on my shoulder and wrapped her right hand around my cock. I started growing again and after about a dozen strokes I was fully hard. Then she let go.

With that, she went out to the patio and left me alone. I felt my heart pounding in my chest and so I continued my quest for another drink in the kitchen. I'd had enough wine so I downed a shot of whiskey and then went into the living room. I saw April and Rhonda sitting on the sofa, watching me. April motioned for me to sit between them, so I walked over as she and Rhonda scooted apart to make room for me. Their body heat had warmed the leather cushions and they felt warm and sensuous against my bare skin. The sight of April's thigh, exposed by the slit in her dress, and Rhonda's knockers in her halter-top sundress kept me as hard as a rock.

"I enjoyed seeing you dance, Mark," April said to me. "We make a good team."

"How so?" I wondered.

"You gave me quite a thrill during my lap dance," she explained. "I haven't been attracted to another man since I met my husband, and here you are, sitting right next to me... and you're naked!"

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"You should," April continued. "Your lean body excites me. I like my men sleek and not too muscular."

"Me, too," Rhonda agreed. "And your erection is really nice, too. Stand up, please, and let me get a good look at what you're so proud of."

I blushed at her request, but I complied just the same.

"I love the sight of a man's cock when it's hard," said Rhonda. "And this one's right in front of me."

"The head is like a big, purple mushroom," April said as she smiled and put her hands on my legs. "It's exquisite."

"Stand still," Rhonda said as I started to squirm. She felt the inside of my thigh with her fingers, sliding her hand upward until she had my balls in her palm. She lifted my penis with her other hand so she could see my balls. "Spread your legs, please."

I did as she asked, hoping she didn't want to squeeze my balls. I watched her eyes as she studied my anatomy. She tugged my scrotum to loosen the skin, and then she fondled my testicles and measured their size with her fingers.

"His balls are large," Rhonda said to April. "I think that's a good sign. My experience is that men with large balls are more virile. What do you think?"

"They're big, like ripe plums," April agreed as she lifted them to feel their weight. She shifted her attention to my erection, feeling how hard it was, spreading my piss hole with her fingertips, studying my veins, and probing the entire length of my shaft. "This is certainly a fine example of a man's manhood."

"You know, I've been married to the same man since I was eighteen," Denise declared as she joined the little group, sitting in my vacated spot on the sofa. "He's pretty big, like Mark here, but I've always wondered about other guys' penises. I guess that's why I come to these parties."

"We've seen a few shapes and sizes," Rhonda said. "Haven't we?"

They giggled and I wondered how often they had parties like this.

"As the saying goes," Rhonda continued, "I've been around the block a few times, and I've seen long ones and thin ones, short ones and fat ones. I rarely found one that was long and fat, but there were way too many that were short and thin... unfortunately."

"Right..." April said with a far-away look in her eyes. "Cocks are nice, but they're still second to the buttocks as far as attractiveness goes."

"So you're a butt woman, eh?" said Denise. "Why's that?"

"There was this time at cheerleader practice when I was just a sophomore in high school," April explained. "Actually, it happened about once a week. A group of bullies would strip another student and push him into the gym so he had to run past us to get to the locker room. They usually covered their groins with their hands as they ran by, but the image of all those bare buns stuck in my mind. I don't think I'll ever forget it."

"I see," Denise said. "Okay, Mark, turn around and let us have a good look at your ass."

I was so hot from their groping and fondling that I did as she asked, with no hesitation. April enthusiastically fondled my buttocks, squeezing and prodding so she could feel the shape and firmness of my ass. They were a little bit sore from the slaps and pinches they had received, and the touch of her hands made them feel much better. Then she spread my cheeks with her hands so she could see my anus.


"Very nice, no hair there, either," Denise said. "It just makes oral sex so much more appealing, don't you think?"

"Definitely," April said as she released my buttocks and ran both palms over them again.

"Nice smooth skin with just a couple of hand prints to discolor things," she remarked. "You only get firm, muscular buttocks like these by running, right, Mark?"

"I suppose so..."

"Dancers have good ones, too," said Rhonda.

"Yes, he does remind me of the guys on Dancing with the Stars," said April. "Not his dancing... just his ass."

Denise stood up beside me with a big smile on her face and ran one hand over my butt while she took hold of my cock with the other.

"They're both so tight and firm, yet still pliable in just the right way," she said. She cupped her hand over each of my buttocks in turn and then she started to slide her fingers between them. "Move your hips a little for me, Mark."

Without saying anything I began to roll my hips in a figure-eight motion like a hula dancer. Denise kept her left hand on my cock while she used a finger on her right hand to explore between my buttocks. She worked her finger around my anus and then slipped it in. That was a feeling I hadn't experienced outside of a doctor's office. She stroked my cock in sync with the finger-fucking she was giving me, and only my cock ring kept me from shooting my load.

This was the sort of thing that I had expected at a CFNM party, but Denise and the others were so blunt and explicit that I was amazed. They talked about my body like I was a piece of merchandise on sale at the mall. No woman had ever been so direct about my body, not even my wife after many years of marriage. They kept me aroused just by looking at me and talking about me.

I was getting close to coming when Denise pulled out her finger and slapped my ass.

"Yes!" April exclaimed. "Spank it again! As hard as you can..."

WHACK!

The second one definitely stung. I knew that hand print was going to be visible for a while.

"Thanks for coming over to talk to us, Mark," Rhonda said. I look forward to the rest of the evening."

"Sure, anytime," I mumbled as I reached back to rub the sting out of my ass. I had a full erection but for some reason I knew April, Rhonda and Denise were all watching my buttocks as I walked away from the sofa and out onto the patio.

That's where I found Erin and Robin. They asked me to go into the kitchen and bring them each a glass of wine, and they paid close attention as I did so. They were talking about vacation travel when I returned, and they seemed to be completely at ease with having me join their conversation. I was impressed with how friendly the two women were, and I relaxed a little. I told them about SCUBA diving in Hawaii and the Bahamas, and for a few minutes I forgot that I was stark naked.

But that didn't last long.

"Stephanie told us you like to go skinny dipping," Erin said. "Do you dive naked, too?"

"Um... no," I mumbled. "I don't like to leave things dangling when there's fish in the water."

"Afraid something might take a bite out of your little friend, eh?" Robin giggled as she reached out and nudged my cock. Then she took a step closer and grabbed my balls. "Or maybe something might mistake these guys for fish eggs..."

"Right," I stammered. I pulled away slightly and that prompted Robin to let go of my testicles. "And besides, it's cold when you go down deep."

"Not every place where you can go down is cold," said Erin as she stroked the side of my growing penis. "Some of those places, especially the really wet ones, are quite warm, aren't they?"

"Uh, yeah... yes they are."

"You're breathing hard," Robin said. "What's the matter? Aren't you enjoying yourself?"

"Oh, yeah," I admitted as Erin continued to knead my dick. "But with all this teasing and handling, I don't know how long I can last. Do you guys know what you're doing to me?"

"Of course we do," Erin said as she flashed a gorgeous smile. "You're not the first naked guy at one of our parties, you know? But don't worry... we'll hold back. You won't be coming until we're good and ready."

"What does that mean?"

"That means that all you have to do is enjoy it, Mark," Robin said as she took the chance to feel my erection. "Now that is a hard one!"

"Forgive me for changing the subject," Erin said. "But I'm curious about something."

"What do you want to know?" I said, grateful that they had stopped playing with my cock."

"At what age did you lose your virginity?" Erin asked. "I always ask guys that when I get the chance."

"I was fifteen," I replied.

"That's pretty young," she said. "Give me some details to make me believe you."

"The story's even less believable," I told her. "I was seduced by a woman on my paper route. She was divorced, but I didn't really know what that meant until later. She was probably lonely."

"She was looking for a hard dick, right?"

"That's the way I see it now, but at the time I didn't really care."

"And you did it in her house?" Robin asked.

"Yes, inside and also out back by her pool," I told them. "In fact, she was wearing a bikini the very first time I went to her house to collect for the paper."

"How old was she?"

"I'm not sure. Her daughter was a senior in high school, so I figure she was about forty."

"So your sex life got started early," Erin said. "Where is the most unusual place you've had sex?"

"Umm... in a state park," I replied.

"Oh, tell us all about that," said Robin.

"Yes, Mark," said Pamela. She was standing behind me and I hadn't known she was there until she spoke. "I'd like to hear that story, too."

"It was before I met you," I explained. "I was dating this girl who liked to make crazy bets. One time when she lost she had to get down on her knees and give me a blowjob."

"So?" Robin said. "A blow job... big deal."

"She absolutely hated to give blowjobs," I told them. "And the bet called for her to give it to me outside, in the daytime, and she had to swallow it all. She had to be naked and we had to walk at least sixty paces in a straight line away from her clothes. That way she couldn't do it in a backyard behind a fence. I wanted her to take a risk."

"And she went through with it?" asked Robin.

"She did," I said. "We left her clothes in the car and walked back into some trees. It was a weekday and the park was just about empty, but anyone who drove by could have seen us. There were some boats on the lake, but they were pretty far away. I doubt if any of them saw anything."

"What was she going to get if she had won the bet?" Erin asked.

"She liked to give spankings," I told them. "She would have used a belt on me if she had won. And I would have been the one to leave my clothes in the car."

"Ouch!" Robin said, rubbing her own buttocks as if she knew what a spanking felt like.

"Yeah," I said. "And she liked to swing hard."

"What was this girl's name?" Pamela asked.

"Sally," I replied.

"She sounds like my kind of girl," Robin laughed. "I bet she'd fit right in with the rest of us, too."

"Well, if you ever meet her be careful what you bet on," I said. "Sally liked to make bets for spankings..."

"And you liked it, didn't you?" Pamela said.

"I liked anything that let me spend time with Sally," I said. "And I especially liked anything that led to sex with her."

"What was so great about her?" my wife asked.

"She had a real nice body," I explained. "Too bad she wasn't very pretty. If she had been better looking, we might have gotten married long before you came along."

"That's her loss," Erin said. "But she's probably enjoying a CFNM party of her own right now. Come on, let's go back inside."

The three of them left me, laughing and giggling as they went into the living room. I stood there for a moment, wondering what was going to happen next, and then I decided to make a trip to the bathroom. I didn't really need to go, but being alone for a few minutes gave me a chance to think things over. Pamela and Stephanie had wanted me to talk to all of the women and I had done just that. I didn't really mind; in fact I thought it was kind of fun. I wondered if I would feel the same way if another hour passed and I was still naked. Each of them had gotten a close up look at me and most of them had taken advantage of the opportunity to grope me in one way or another. They also hadn't let me forget that I was just the naked man at their party, invited solely for their amusement.

I hadn't forgotten about getting to screw one of them after the party, of course, so I stayed in the bathroom and thought about it. I didn't expect to be allowed to choose which one I wanted, but maybe they would ask for my opinion. My first thought was to choose a blonde, mostly because I had been married to a brunette for so long. I figured a little variety would be fun. Stephanie's big boobs and long legs made her a good choice, but I thought the other blondes were prettier. All except for Holly, that is. No one would ever call her ugly, or even unattractive, but there was something about her that just turned me off.

Leaving out Stephanie and Holly left me with a choice between Irene, April, Rhonda, Erin and Robin. I thought Robin was incredibly sexy, but she was too much like my wife to give me the variety that I wanted. Rhonda had a pair of tits that would make for a fun time and she had practically boasted of her sexual experience earlier, so it was possible she could show me something new. Irene and Erin were both very easy on the eyes, but their clothes kept me from knowing what their bodies were like. For all I knew they might have been just skin and bones under their clothes, and taking either one to bed might be like fucking a bag of garden tools. Having met her before, I knew quite a bit more about April, of course. She was still as pretty as always, but running had transformed her body and she wasn't as cuddly as I remembered.

All that made for a tough decision, so I decided not to limit my choice to just the blondes. I had been in the bathroom too long, however, so a review of the brunettes would have to wait. I made my way to the kitchen, chatting briefly with Megan and Heather as I passed through the living room. Once in the kitchen I fixed a drink and found a notepad in a drawer. To keep my thoughts organized and make sure I didn't miss anyone, I wrote down the names of all the women in two columns – blondes on the left and brunettes on the right

There were seven names in each column and I ranked the blondes according to how much they appealed to me for the one night stand of my fantasies. Then I drew an arrow from each of the brunettes to where they would rank with the blondes. I put Pamela at the top of the list, and not just because she was my wife. Robin was the only one with a better all around body than Pamela, but Pamela's dark hair and green eyes gave her the edge. Holly ended up at the bottom of the list, along with Nicki and Irene.

I heard voices that indicated someone was on her way into the kitchen, so I stashed my notes in the drawer and moved across the room toward a snack tray. I was just putting a carrot stick in my mouth when Stephanie came up beside me.

"How's it going so far?" she asked. "Are you getting to know people?"

"I've met and talked with everyone at least once," I told her. "But I'm a little tired of being naked. Can you help me out?"

"No, Mark," she said. "Having you naked is the whole point. Besides, when you've got a dick and a body like yours there's nothing wrong with showing them off a little."

"I'm showing off more than a little," I said.

"Oh, come on, I know you're having fun," she replied. "This intrigues you, doesn't it? You want to know what happens next, don't you?"

"Yeah, I guess..."

"She's right, Mark," said Pamela as she came into the kitchen with Angela. "We're not going to make you do anything dangerous or illegal, but there might be some humiliation and discomfort. Please don't go and quit on us now."

"I'm not quitting," I said defiantly. "But I do need to know if you're okay with this."

"I'm okay with it," Pamela assured me. "But don't ask me why right now. Is that okay with you?"

"I'm fine," I replied. "But I'm ready for this to end."

"If you quit now you forfeit everything you've earned so far," Stephanie said. "That means all the benefits we talked about. And I'll take this back..."

Stephanie reached into the kitchen drawer for the envelope she had given me earlier, but she pulled out my notes instead.

"So what's this?" she said as she looked at the paper.

"Nothing," I said, trying to hide my unease. I knew she was smart enough to figure out what the notes meant and I felt my cock shrinking.

"I see you've given us each a score," Stephanie said. "Is this how you rank us on sex appeal or something?"

"Sort of," I replied. "I was just trying to keep everyone straight in my head."

"So read 'em off," Pamela said to Stephanie. "How does my husband rate you and your friends?"

"There's two columns of names," Stephanie said. "It looks like blondes are on one side and brunettes on the other. Robin is the top blonde with a ninety-four, and you're the top brunette with a ninety-five."

"That makes me feel pretty good," Pamela said as she took the list from Stephanie.

"Holly's got the most voluptuous body of anyone on our team," Angela said as she looked over Pamela's shoulder at the paper. "Why did you rate her the lowest?"

"She's a sexy woman, no question about it," I began. "But I just met her and haven't had a chance to get to know her very well yet. Her clothes give me a hint of what she's got, but they aren't very revealing."

"Would you rate her higher if she was naked?" Pamela asked.

"I don't know," I replied. "I honestly can't say."

"Well, I'm sure she plans to keep her clothes on," Stephanie smirked. "Now, you gave the highest score to Pamela. I understand that, but tell us why you gave Robin two more points than Megan."

"Well, I really like Robin's body," I explained. "It's a lot like Pamela's. Megan's body is similar, but Robin is wearing a dress, and I think dresses are sexier than jeans, no matter how tight they are."

"Anything else?" Pamela said.

"I had a nice conversation with her and Erin out on the patio about SCUBA diving," I replied. "That tells me there's more to her than just a pretty face and a great body."

"So, who's dressed the sexiest tonight?" Pamela asked.

"You and April," I said without hesitation. "Your dresses are the most provocative. April's dress is perfect for showing off her legs, and your black dress is just about as sexy as you can get."

"I think we should hang onto this," Stephanie said, taking the paper from Pamela. "You never know when it might come in handy..."

Stephanie, Pamela and Angela left me alone in the kitchen so I stayed to get a little more to eat. I was hoping the party would end and that I could get dressed, but neither of those things happened right away. Things went on as they had before as the women clustered in small groups to talk about various things, while I was left to wander from room to room and group to group. It was nice that the women didn't ignore me but they never stopped their good natured teasing.

"Is it hot in here?" Erin said to me in the dining room, "or is it just you?"

"Hey, Mark," Rhonda said, calling me into the kitchen. "If I told you that you had a great body, would you hold it against me?"

"Since you've lost your pants," Kerri offered when I was getting a snack in the breakfast nook, "would you care to get into mine?"

"No, let's go to my place," Robin countered. "We can do all the things I'll tell everyone we did anyway."

A little bit later, when I was standing in the hallway waiting to use the bathroom, I overheard a fascinating (and disturbing) conversation between Rhonda and Angela. They were just around the corner in the living room and I don't think they knew I was there.

"I think the article was in Cosmo," Rhonda was saying. "It said if you ask a guy about fucking his ass at least half of them will say yes."

"Yeah, right!" the younger woman said, sounding surprised but interested. "I've never met a guy who admitted that he's ever had ever had anything up his ass."

"And most of them are lying. I think it's natural to be curious about it..."

"Well, my husband hasn't shown any interest in it, so why should other guys be any different?"

"Get someone in the right mood and they'll try anything," Rhonda declared. "And that goes for both men and women, gay or straight. I've tried it and it was good, but personally, I really love being on the other end."

"How did you get into that?"

"The first porno movie I ever saw had a woman using a strap-on with a guy," Rhonda told her. "It really turned me on, but I never brought it up with anybody I was dating. So when one guy said he wanted to fuck my ass, I let him, but only if he let me do his ass first."

"And he went along with it?"

"He sure did, with no hesitation at all. And we both loved it! After that the guys I went with had to get used to the type of fucking I liked or I dumped 'em. Eventually I found one I liked well enough and we got married."

Robin came out of the bathroom at that moment and I had to break away from my eavesdropping. I finished my business and returned to the party, planning to avoid Rhonda if I could.

"My mom taught me it was bad manners to stare at a guy's package," Kerri said as I passed through the living room. "But I can't help it. I've never been to a party like this before."

"Well, you know what they say," I told her. "Life is like a cock."

"Huh?" she said. "I don't get it."

"You know, when it gets hard... fuck it!"

She laughed at my joke, but it didn't cause her to pull down her pants and spread her thighs for me.

"Can I ask you a really personal question, Mark?" Denise asked as she came over to join us.

"Sure," I said. "But if it's too personal I might have to lie."

"I'm real good at spotting a lie, Mark," she replied. "Being married to Pamela you should know it comes with the job."

"I know," I replied. "That's why I never lie to her."

"And I'm pretty good at it, too," said Kerri. "And that's especially true since you're naked."

"So go ahead with your question," I said. "I won't lie, but I might not answer you, either."

"Okay, then," Denise said. "How often do you masturbate?"

"You weren't kidding," I said. "That is a personal question."

"Not too personal, I hope."

"Umm... no, not really."

"So, how often?"

"Not as much as I used to," I replied. "Before Pamela came along, that is. Before that I did it a lot, sometimes even when I had a girlfriend.""

"So, how often?" she persisted. "Twice a week? Once a day? What?"

"Oh, at least three or four times a week. Sometimes more."

"And what about now?" Kerri asked.

"Actually, I think I've only done it once or twice in the last six months," I told her. "And the last time was over two months ago, when Pamela was away."

"I'm not sure I believe that, Mark," Denise said. "Pamela told me you two haven't had sex in at least two weeks. How can you go that long without... you know... coming?"

"What can I say? I've been busy all week getting ready for tonight..."

"And what about last week?" said Denise.

"Well... I was working around the house, getting it ready to sell..."

"And you didn't take a few minutes to jack off?" said Kerri. "Out by the pool, maybe..."

There was something in her voice that told me she knew something, but as I thought back over the previous week I knew there was nothing for her to know. I had gone skinny dipping, probably every day, but I hadn't jacked off. I think I would have remembered that.


"Nope," I said. "I thought about it a couple of times, but I didn't do it."

"How about letting us see you make it hard again?" Denise urged. "Give us something to fantasize about."

What the hell, I thought, let's give them a show...

I began to stroke my cock. It grew instantly since I still found my situation more arousing than embarrassing.

"Yeah, stroke it, Mark," I heard Stephanie say. She was watching me, and so were all the others in the living room. "You know what we want. Come for us!"

Something in my brain told me to do it. They all joined in encouraging me, and I saw that even the women from the kitchen and the dining room had come back into the living room.

"Stroke that cock," Megan said softly, and then they all started chiming in.

"Come on!" shouted Heather. "Go all the way!"

"Let us watch you come, baby..." Irene exhorted.

"Go ahead," said Holly. "Jack it off! You know you want to!"

I was fully hard by that point and couldn't stop myself. I was embarrassed for a brief moment but I pushed those thoughts out of my mind as I stroked my cock in front of them. I began leaking pre-cum as the waves of pleasure washed over me. I was so highly aroused that I decided to give my audience exactly what they were demanding. I knelt in the middle of the room and reclined against a leather ottoman as I continued to pump my cock. The women gathered closer, leaning in and urging me to keep going.

"Go, Mark, go!" Erin and Robin chanted as I stroked. "Go, Mark, go!"

"Spank that monkey, Mark," said Denise. "Give us a show!"

My orgasm was getting closer and they knew it.

"Go, Mark, go! Go, Mark, go!"

I heard their gasps and whispered comments as I continued to masturbate, but soon I was lost in a kind of mental fog. With my eyes half-closed I was aware only of the flexing of my buttocks, the weight of my ball sac swinging between my thighs, and the heat of my erection in my hand. I was rock hard and the head of my erection seemed bigger than ever.

The women were all laughing at something, so I opened my eyes and saw Holly. She was kneeling in right front of me, pretending to give me a blowjob. I motioned for her to move closer and take matters into her own hands. She must have wanted it badly, because she reached out and grabbed my cock with both hands. Then she leaned forward and took me all the way into her mouth.

It felt wonderful and I wasn't about to make her stop. The rest of the women laughed and clapped, and then they began a new chant.

"Go, Holly, go! Go, Holly, go!"

With her friends cheering her on, Holly began to put on a show. She slid her lips up and down my cock, sucking with all her might on the out strokes and tickling the underside of my shaft with her tongue on the in strokes. Overcome with pleasurable sensations, I was still able to fully appreciate my situation. I was naked and I was getting a blowjob from a buxom blonde while surrounded by more than a dozen other women. What could be better?

I was getting close to coming when Holly stopped sucking and leaned back. She opened her mouth and showed everyone my cock ring. She had removed it with her mouth and tongue! Then Nicki was urged forward as Holly released me and backed away.

"Go girl!" Holly encouraged her. "Let's see what you can do."

Nicki was blushing as she moved in front of me. From what the others were saying I learned that she had won the pool on the size of my erection. It was her task to get me off, and from the look on her face I knew she was wishing she hadn't "won."

"Make him come!" Irene shouted.

"Finish him off!" said Heather. "Let's see how far he spurts."

Nicki grabbed my cock in her strong right hand and went to work. Others put their hands on my shoulders or grabbed my wrists and ankles, ensuring that I wasn't going to move away. Nicki picked up the pace and all I could do was relax and try to enjoy it. Her hand was a blur as she jacked me much faster than I ever did myself. She wanted to finish me off quickly but I was determined to last as long as I could. I relaxed my muscles and tried my best to think of anything but Nicki's tight grip as she worked me over. In my head I named every NFL football team and Major League baseball team. That kept me from coming so I started naming NBA basketball teams.

Nicki started to complain that her arm was getting tired and she asked one of her friends to take over for her. Instead, Denise stepped forward and caressed my right thigh with her right hand while she reached underneath me and squeezed my right buttock with her left hand.

That did it. My whole body went rigid as my orgasm began. Nicki continued to jack me off, Denise and some of the others continued to fondle my body, and the rest of them cheered like they had just scored the goal that won the championship. As for me, I felt as if every cell in my body was contracting as a long stream of jism shot out of my cock. I watched it arc through the air above me before it came down and landed all over my stomach, chest and neck.

Nicki didn't stop stroking me just because I'd fired off one shot. She wanted more out of me and I certainly didn't mind having a longer orgasm. My second spurt went higher than the first, or so it seemed from my perspective, and most of it landed on my face. If Nicki hadn't been holding my cock I would have sprayed jism all over the room, but she was doing her best to aim my shots. Her target was my face and, with someone behind me holding my head, a good part of my third load hit me in the nose and mouth. Part of the fourth spurt hit me in the right eye, with the rest of it landing on my forehead and in my hair. My fifth and last spurt didn't have that much force behind it. A couple of drops hit my chin but most of it landed on my chest and stomach.

Whatever was in Stephanie's pills had certainly stimulated my prostate. I had stopped spurting but Nicki kept on stroking me as long as my semen kept coming. It pulsed out of my cock, over her fingers and onto my groin and legs until it dripped down to the floor. I've had a lot of orgasms in my life but I've never produced that much cum.

Nicki kept on stroking and kneading my cock until she had milked me dry. The women let go of me and without their support I slumped to the floor. I was a quivering mass of naked flesh, covered in my own cum. As I regained my senses I looked around and took note of the mess Nicki and I had made. The streaks of jism on my chest had run down my sides and were dripping on the tiles. Almost as much of it was on my face and in my hair, but the biggest pool was dripping onto the floor from my crotch. I was sitting in it.

Nicki wiped her hand on my stomach and thighs and stood up to accept congratulations from her teammates for a job well done. All I could do for the next minute or so was just sit on the floor and try to catch my breath. Feelings of shame and humiliation returned and I wondered how I had gotten myself into this mess. What really mattered was getting out of it, but my only option was to play along until the party ended and I received my promised reward.

Pamela and Stephanie helped me to my feet as the women applauded enthusiastically. Rhonda said something about the rest of the show, but that didn't make much sense to me until I looked down and realized that I was still hard. My Viagra augmented cock might have enjoyed giving them another show, but my aching balls weren't ready for it. At least not right away. And since I had just had a huge orgasm my nakedness was making me feel vulnerable and exposed, rather than sexually aroused.

My jism was drying all over my bare body, so I started toward the bathroom to clean up. Stephanie and Pamela steered me over to the ottoman instead.

"Kneel right here," Stephanie said. "We're really going to have some fun now."

She gave me a little shove and I was forced to kneel on the ottoman to keep from falling over it. Pamela and Stephanie kept pushing my shoulders forward, forcing me to bend over and put my hands on the ottoman as well. I was afraid my ass was going to be violated in some way, and I was especially confused when I saw Holly holding a container of Cool-Whip. She used a plastic spoon to scoop some of the jism off of my body, and then she mixed it with the Cool-Whip.

"Dessert," she said.

"Just stay put for a moment, Mark," Stephanie told me when I tried to stand up. "We have a surprise for you!"

Her voice held a hint of mischief, and I was both pleased and concerned. From my position, bent over with my elbows resting on the ottoman, I didn't have a very good view of the room but I could hear that something was going on behind me. And then I saw an erect penis in front of my face.

Actually, it was a very realistic dildo, and it was jutting out from Angela's crotch. Her white dress was gone and she was wearing a t-shirt in its place. Her thighs were bare, and that pleased me, but those good feelings were overwhelmed by a sense of foreboding as Angela wagged the strap-on back and forth by swiveling her hips in front of me.

"It's time for you to reciprocate for that blowjob I just gave you," Holly said as she moved alongside Angela. "And we're going to watch."

Holly held the container of Cool-Whip (and my jism) so Angela could scoop up some with her fingers. She coated the dildo with the white cream and then she stroked it a few times, just like a guy playing with his hard on.

"Uh... umm..." I stammered.

"Hush, Mark," Stephanie said.

"Yeah," Heather said. "You'll be making plenty of noise soon enough..."

I felt faint, and the room seemed to be turning slowly. "What... um, why..."

"I guess we have to spell it out for you," Stephanie said, slightly annoyed. "Suck Angela's cock! Is that blunt enough for you?"

"Okay, but..."

"You need to stop talking and start sucking," said Pamela. "Half of that dildo is inside her, so she's going to feel everything you do to her."

I looked up at Angela for a moment, then at the dildo. It stuck out like a real erection, and it looked huge! Its color wasn't quite the same as Angela's peaches and cream complexion, but it was close. I paused for a moment, gathering my wits and my courage. That gave me time to realize the dildo wasn't all that big. It was about the size of my own erection, and maybe just a bit smaller. Part of my brain told me not to do it, but I also felt a strong compulsion to do as I was told. I felt there was just something right about all this.

Angela moved closer, bringing her strap-on to my lips. I stuck out my tongue and licked up some Cool-Whip (I couldn't taste any jism), causing her to squirm slightly. The dildo was both soft and hard. It had a spongy outer cover that moved slightly over whatever firm material was underneath, and it even had testicles inside a realistic scrotum. I began to give Angela the best blowjob I could. First I cleaned off all the Cool-Whip from the shaft by starting at the base and licking my way up the underside. I licked off the sides and top of the shaft, saving the white cream on the head for last.

Opening my mouth as wide as I could, I took the head of Angela's dildo into my mouth. I tried to get it in, Cool-Whip and all, without letting it touch my lips, but she squirmed enough so that I ended up with Cool-Whip on my nose and chin. She moved her hips forward, trying to shove her dildo farther into my mouth, and that caused me to gag and roll my eyes.

"See, Angela?" Irene said. "That's what you look like when you suck dick. See the way he keeps his eyes looking up at you? That's what a man wants to see when you suck him off."

"He does look like he's smiling," Angela agreed.

"See the way his mouth looks," Stephanie added. "See how submissive he looks with his lips stretched around your cock?"

"It is pretty erotic," Angela said, smiling at me as my head bobbed up and down on her cock. "I feel so special. I can't believe he's doing this to me."

"Exactly!" Irene said. "A blowjob really does make you feel special."

"This should tell you something about men," Rhonda said. "Do this right and a guy will remember a blowjob from you for the rest of his life."

Angela used both hands to stroke my hair and caress my face as I sucked on her fake cock. She was obviously enjoying the physical sensations from the part of the dildo that was inside her, but she was enjoying the psychological stimulation as well. She looked very pleased, but she was far from satisfied.

Meanwhile, out of my sight behind me, someone started to massage my buttocks and caress the insides of my thighs. I realized there must be more than one woman working back there, because I definitely felt more than two hands. One set of hands pushed up between my thighs until they got to my balls. More pressure was applied to my legs until I moved my knees farther apart.

I tried to ignore all that and just concentrate on the dildo. I wanted to take it deeper, for the sake of experience if nothing else, but I started to gag if I got more than half of it in my mouth. Angela had her eyes closed. She had one hand on the top of my head while the other was inside her t-shirt, playing with her nipples. She was obviously feeling a great deal of pleasure, and I wondered how long it would take to bring her to orgasm.

I was feeling a great deal of pleasure, too. There were more hands on my body than I could count. I was being stroked, fondled and massaged all over. At least two hands were on my cock and balls at all times, kneading, rubbing and squeezing me just enough to keep me hard but not enough to push me over the edge. My buttocks were also getting a lot of attention, and I felt fingers very close to my anus. Something cool and slimy pressed against my asshole and I tried to straighten up.

"Get your ass up in the air," Holly commanded as she or someone else smacked my buttocks. "This is why you're here!"

"That's right, Mark," Stephanie whispered in my ear. "You wanted a piece of ass for coming to this party, so you're going to earn it... the hard way!"

I was a little bit afraid now that I knew what was going to happen next. Getting anally fucked was a new experience for me and I wasn't sure I wanted to go through with it.

"Keep sucking, Mark," Rhonda said to me. She was leaning over right beside me so I had no trouble hearing what she had to say. "We know you've never been fucked in the ass before, and we know we need to go slowly, and we'll make sure there's plenty of lubrication."

The hands continued to rub and caress me, and that kept me in position. I tried to hold my back half still while I continued to work on Angela's dildo with my mouth. I had a feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach and I wanted run away, but Rhonda stayed beside me with her hand on my back. Denise knelt on my left and stroked my neck.

"Stay down, Mark," Denise directed. "The first time is the most difficult and we can be more careful if you stay on your hands and knees."

I felt two fingertips (or maybe it was three) press into my asshole, and they were coated with some sort of thick lubricant. I tried to relax and control my breathing as much as I could with Angela's dildo still in my mouth. I felt more lubricant being applied to the crack between my buttocks, and a second later the fingers were pushing it into my opening.

"You like it, don't you, Mark?" Denise said. She had to know that I could only respond by grunting around Angela's dildo, but she obviously wanted to have some fun at my expense. "Yes, I know you do. I knew when Pamela told me you were coming to our party that you'd like it."

"It's going to be okay, Mark," said Rhonda as she ran her fingers through my hair.

"Be gentle with him, Angela," Irene said. "But strong, too."

"Relax and you'll feel wonderful," Denise said.

"That goes for both of you," said Heather.

"Just enjoy it," said Erin.

"You can come if you want," said Holly. "If you want to come while Angela's fucking you, do it."

"And you won't even need to use your hands to stroke yourself, Mark," Stephanie told me. "You'll see how good it is."

Their soothing words and their constant touching reassured me. I forced myself to relax, just like I have to do in the dentist's chair. Even though I was about to lose my anal virginity to a twenty-two-year-old woman while another dozen women looked on, I knew it would be okay. Someone was still working a finger in and out of my anus and I could tell there was a generous amount of lubricant back there. I knew I would be fine if I could just stay relaxed, so I tried to just concentrate on sucking Angela's dildo.

Angela's eyes broke from mine and she looked to whoever was directing things behind me. She nodded and pulled her rubber cock from my mouth. I noticed that there was a bit of soreness in my jaw, and knew I'd feel it in the morning. Angela kneeled down and kissed me, probing with her tongue deep into my mouth. I closed my eyes and felt the pleasure, both from Angela's wonderful lips and from the finger gently but constantly invading my backside.

Angela pulled away but stayed in front of me so I could watch as she greased her dildo thoroughly with lubricant. Her hand became slick and shiny as she stroked the entire length of her rubber shaft. She gave me a wicked smile and thrust her hips a few times to show me what she wanted to do. I shuddered, knowing she was about to put it inside me.

Then I couldn't see her any more. Irene, Heather and Erin moved in close in front of me, all three trying to squeeze into the space vacated by Angela. The finger pulled out of my hole and I felt the tip of Angela's strap-on dildo hitting my buttocks as Angela took her position behind me. That made me flinch and then I felt several hands on my back, legs, head, neck and arms. They softly caressed my skin, but at the same time they kept me from moving very far.

The women in front of me shifted positions and then I felt a pair of hands softly holding my face. I opened my eyes and saw my wife kneeling in front of me.

"A long time ago you told me you wanted to try this, and now's the time," she said. "I want you to enjoy this as much I am going to enjoy seeing it happen to you."

I started to tell her I loved her, but Pamela silenced me with a finger to my lips.

"Get ready, Mark," she said. "You're going to get fucked, so you might as well just relax. We want Angela to enjoy her first time, and we're not letting you get away."

I felt a little lightheaded, possibly from the Viagra, but it didn't last more than a few seconds. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, savoring the feel of Pamela's bare thigh against my arm and shoulder. She and the others continued to stroke and fondle me, making me feel comfortable.

"That's right, Mark," Pamela encouraged. "Just relax."

"Now spread his ass cheeks apart and put the tip right against his hole," Rhonda said, obviously coaching Angela. "Okay, Mark, I hope you're ready! That's it... Now, Angela, use one hand to guide it as you push... steady... keep pushing..."

"Are you really a virgin, Mark?" Irene asked. "Back there, I mean..."

"Yeah..." I managed to say as I felt my sphincter opening as Angela pushed her dildo into me.

"No, you're not," Irene giggled. "Not any more..."

"Very good," said Rhonda. "It's in... but keep up the pressure..."

"Oh... goodness..." was my only verbal reaction to my deflowering. I felt an instant of pain and then I felt the head of the dildo slide into my ass. "Oh..."

I had a hard time sorting out everything I was feeling. It was both pleasure and pain. Pamela held me tight and urged me to relax. I pressed against her leg, just barely aware of the other women in the room. I was much more aware of the dildo invading my ass. I could feel the ridges and veins as Angela pushed into me a little more.


That's good," Rhonda continued, "now just go back and forth a little. Don't try to go any deeper yet..."

Angela pushed in and out of me slowly, probably not using more than two inches of the dildo. She was trying to be gentle. I tried to relax, hoping it would get easier.

"That's the way," Rhonda encouraged. "Now push in a little more each time... slowly... about a half inch... that's right..."

I couldn't tell how much of the dildo was inside me, so I didn't know how far Angela still had to go. All I knew was that my asshole was being stuffed full. I felt another bump, vein or ridge pass my sphincter about every third or fourth stroke. And then, unexpectedly, I felt Angela's hands on my hips. She lunged forward and drove the last two inches into me all at once.

"Oh... fuck..." I grunted.

Pamela moved away as Angela continued to fuck me with slow, short strokes. I felt gentle but firm hands holding my legs and arms, and someone had a hand on the back of my head so that all I could see was the leather surface of the ottoman. You could say I was being gang-raped, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. My cock was hard and the feeling of Angela's dildo in my ass became more pleasure and less pain with each stroke.

"Let's add some more lube," Rhonda said. "Go ahead and take it out..."

I felt empty when Angela pulled out but that feeling didn't last long. The greasy dildo was back in position after just a few seconds and the head slipped past my sphincter much easier than the first time. Angela kept just the head in me for several long seconds. I could feel it wiggling a little as one of the women helped her tighten a strap.

"Ready?" Rhonda asked. "Okay, shove it all the way in this time."

"Ahhh..." I grunted, loud and long as Angela plowed into me.

The next thing I heard was a loud smack as her hips and thighs hit my backside.

"Relax, Mark," Rhonda said. "You're doing just fine."

"Angela is going to fuck you for real now," said Stephanie. "You can fight it, or you can take it like a man..."

"Go as fast and as hard as you want," Rhonda told Angela. "Mark's ready for it."

I had a different opinion but Angela didn't care. She backed out until the head of the dildo was stretching me as much as possible. I squirmed and grunted as she got a firm grip on my hips, and then she started to fuck me with deep, firm strokes.

"Is it good, Mark?" she asked. "Is it good for you?"

"Unh... ugh..." was all I could manage as she continued to thrust into me. "Oh... ah..."

"Relax, Mark," Rhonda told me. "You have a perfect ass for this, you know?"

I grunted again as Angela shifted her pelvis to change the angle of the dildo. She also changed her pace. She would pull out slowly, wait a few seconds and then slam into me. Our bodies collided with a meaty slapping sound when she hit bottom.

"Fuck him hard!" Nicki said.

"Yeah!" Denise shouted. "Fuck his brains out!"

"Light his ass on fire!" said Holly.

"Make him beg for mercy," Irene called out.

I lost count of how many times Angela thrust her strap on into me before she stopped for a moment. She had her dildo buried all the way as she ground her hips against my buttocks, making me grunt and groan. She was grunting and groaning as well, and I knew she was having an orgasm.

I thought that was going to be the end of it, but I was wrong.

Angela started fucking me again, faster and more forcefully. She was crying out as she experienced multiple orgasms from the part of the dildo that was inside her. She leaned forward and I could feel the fabric of her t-shirt on my back. The next thing I felt were her hands, grabbing and pulling my hair, forcing my head back and up. She continued to drive into me with her hip thrusts while her hands made their way to my face and into mouth. Her fingers stretched the sides of my mouth open as I grunted and groaned under her anal assault.

After every few thrusts she would grind her hips to rotate the dildo, intensifying the sensations I felt in my ass. That went on for what seemed like forever, but eventually she slowed her pace and straightened up behind me.

"Turn him over," Angela said. "I want to see his face."

I was powerless to resist. Several of the women responded and before I knew it they had flipped me over onto my back. I was lying on the floor, looking up at my briefs on the ceiling fan. I couldn't tell what sort of contortions Angela had to perform to keep her dildo from coming out of me, but I never felt it break contact.

"Put a couple of cushions under his ass," Holly said, and I felt myself being lifted so it could be done.

"Let's pull his knees up towards his chest," Robin suggested. "But make sure you keep his legs apart."

There were hands all over my body and I had no control over what was happening to me. Angela leaned forward on top of me, forcing my legs open and trapping my cock between our stomachs. She gave me a little thrust and buried the last inch of her dildo inside me. Our faces were only inches apart. Hers was red and sweaty, and I'm sure mine was, too.

"This is better, Mark," she said as she grabbed my erection. "Now I can see if you like it when I fuck your ass!"

This was something new, coming from Angela. She may have been a CFNM rookie, but she knew how to fuck. She started sliding the dildo in and out in long, slow stokes. Whatever experience she was drawing on didn't really matter to me as she thrust her dildo in and out of my asshole. She used her hands to work over my cock at the same time and I could feel her body pressing against my balls on each thrust. I wanted to cum, but Nicki had drained me so thoroughly that I knew it wasn't going to happen very soon.

"It looks like your husband likes getting his ass fucked," Denise said. "Who would have believed it?"

"Yeah, really," Pamela replied.

"I told you so," said Stephanie.

"I've got an idea," Rhonda said. "Hold his ass higher."

The women pulled my legs up and apart until my ass was in the air and the tip of my cock was above my face. The back of my head was pinned to the floor, bending my neck forward and pressing my chin into my chest. At least two women had a grip on each of my arms, holding them away from my sides and against the hard floor.

In this position Angela had full access to my exposed asshole and she brought her rubber cock straight down into my ass. Her body was horizontal on top of me as she pumped her dildo down into my ass.

"This is called a pile driver or a jack hammer," Rhonda said as Angela fucked me. "It's used in porno movies on the most wanton bitch in the cast."

"I guess that's what Mark is," said Denise. "At least for tonight, huh?"

Angela had another orgasm and it seemed like she might be through with me, but the others encouraged her to keep going.

"Fuck his ass, Angela," Nicki said. "Fuck it hard!"

"Think of all the guys who have used you," Erin added, "and fuck his ass!"

"Remember all the guys who ever treated you badly," said Heather. "Think of the guys who beat women, and take it out on Mark's ass. All of it!"

"Imagine fucking the ass of every guy who has ever made you mad," Irene told her, "and give it all to him. Don't hold anything back!"

By this time Angela was absolutely tearing my ass up. She was a strong woman, and the encouragement from her teammates provided her with enough energy to keep going. The women holding my ankles and legs (Megan, April, Robin and Kerri) pulled even more, making my ass stick up further into the air and spreading my legs even wider. It felt like Angela's thrusts went two or three inches further into my ass in this position.

Suddenly, I felt a familiar sensation in my cock and balls.

"Oh, no!" I yelled. "Oh, shit..."

"Yes, come," said Holly. "Both of you."

"Come on, Mark... together..." Angela gasped as she continued to thrust into my ass with her dildo. "I'm... ah... oh..."

Angela started a long, slow moan just as my cock began to shoot. I came all over my chest and my face, and a couple of my spurts hit the floor beyond the top of my head. This was my second orgasm in less than half an hour, but I couldn't stop coming. Another gob of semen came out of me every time Angela thrust into me. It seemed to go on forever.

"This... is... so... much... fun... Mark..." Angela gasped with each thrust. "Now... it's... my... turn... again..."

She continued thrusting and grinding her crotch into me as she came one last time. All I could do was close my eyes and grunt.

"I can't take any more, girls," she panted. "I've... that's... enough..."

Angela unfastened her harness and moved over to the sofa to recover from her orgasmic experience. She looked totally exhausted and, like me, I'm sure she was barely aware of the admiring comments the other women were making. Megan and Kerri lowered my legs gently to the floor before they released their grip. I rolled onto my side and stayed still. My arms and legs were almost as sore as my asshole and I didn't want to move. It was at least a minute before I managed to get up on my knees. I reached between my legs and started to remove the dildo.

"Let me do that," said Holly. "I need to clean it up so Angela can have it as a souvenir."

She had to untangle one of the straps from around my leg before she could pull the dildo out of my very sore ass. There was a squishy sound followed by an audible pop when the head of the dildo slid past my sphincter, and it hurt. That may not have been the most painful moment of my butt-fucking, but it's the one I remember.

"See, Mark, no blood," Holly commented as she held the dildo in front of my face. "It looks like you'll survive."

My asshole felt like it was gaping open and I could actually feel the air moving around my anus. The floor was too hard for my knees but I wasn't ready to stand just yet, so I rolled over on my right side and curled up into a fetal position on the cold tile floor. I'm not sure how much time passed as I waited to regain my sense of balance after getting butt-fucked in an upside down position. My asshole continued to be the center of my awareness. It throbbed continuously, and I could still feel Angela's dildo thrusting in and out.

The next thing I became aware of was how slimy I was. I was covered with a mixture of lubricant, my own jism, sweat, Angela's wetness, and Cool-Whip. I felt more lubricant oozing out of my rectum, and that was the moment I began to regain my grip on reality. My eyes were still half closed, but I could see the women's dresses and pants as they stood around me. They were talking to each other as they waited for me to do something.

"Some men enjoy being penetrated," Rhonda was saying. "I've seen it lots of times with other guys."

"So do you think Mark liked it?" April asked.

"We can ask him if it was good for him, too," Robin laughed. "As soon as he can talk..."

"How long was that?" Irene asked.

"Nineteen and a half minutes," Nicki said. "Angela must be in pretty good shape."

"That's a pretty long butt fucking," said Megan.

"She certainly took to it," Denise observed. "Do you think she'll want to do that with her husband now?"

"If he doesn't go along," Erin replied, "then he'd better find another way to make her come that hard. She won't want to give that up."

"Mark certainly took to it, too," said Kerri. "He didn't fight us at all."

"He did give it up pretty easily," Rhonda said. "But some guys just need less persuasion than others."

"I think he wanted it," said Heather. "He wouldn't have done it otherwise."

"He did look like he wanted it," Megan responded. "Kneeling like that with his head down and his ass up. It was perfect."

"Yeah, a perfect little fuck slut," Irene said. "Ready to be used and abused..."

That brought a round of giggling from the women. I wondered if they were having this conversation as a deliberate attempt to add to my humiliation, or if they were really serious.

"Maybe Pam and Steff got him to agree to it before he even got here," April suggested. "Maybe they bribed him... or even blackmailed him."

"I wouldn't put anything past those two," said Denise. "They're good at getting what they want, especially Stephanie."

"Okay girls, break it up," I heard Holly say. "The show's over for tonight."

The women moved away and I opened my eyes all the way and looked around. Angela was gone from the sofa and I assumed she was in one of the bedrooms or bathrooms, cleaning up and getting dressed. I didn't see Pamela or Stephanie, either.

"Let me help you up," Holly said as she put her hands under my arms and hoisted me to a standing position. "You need to get cleaned up."

She put my arm over her shoulder, led me to the utility room beyond the kitchen, and then left me alone. There was a sink in there and I ran some water on a washcloth so I could clean myself, starting with my cum-covered face. I looked down at my hands and realized I was shaking. My asshole was still pulsing and my whole body was sore. I felt like I was going to have a few bruises on my shoulders and at the base of my neck, and it felt like I had to wipe a quart of lubricant off of my ass.

I dropped the washcloth but I was too tired to bend over and pick it up. I just sat on a little stool and closed my eyes while I tried to sort out all the emotions going through my mind. I wasn't sure I should be in Holly's house, still completely naked, and submitting to whatever the women wanted to do with me. Or to me. I wanted to get out of there, but I also knew I was having the most intense sexual experience of my life.

"How're you doing?" Stephanie asked when she found me there a few minutes later.

"I can't believe I just did that," I said. "You're not going to tell anyone about this, are you?"

"What's the matter, Mark?" she asked with an impish look on her face. "Are you having a problem with the fact that a woman just butt-fucked your brains out in front of your wife and a dozen other women?"

"Yes... I mean, no... I... it was okay..."

"So why are you so upset?" she persisted. "You didn't think this was going to be as easy as it was two years ago, did you?"

"Umm..."

"There had to be something new to keep it exciting for you," she told me. "And my friends and I were definitely not going to watch you strut around naked, flashing your ass in our faces all night, without at least one of us getting to use it."

"Yeah, but if this gets out..."

"Don't worry, Mark," she assured me. "We're good at keeping secrets."

"I hope so," I told her. "But these women are acting weird."

"Oh, Mark, they've been saying good things about you all night. And now that they've gotten to know you, they voted to make you the team mascot."

"That's nice..."

"Now you can come to our team parties, Mark," Stephanie continued. "As long as you're naked, of course."

"Sorry, but I think this is a one-time good deal," I replied. "Unless you're willing to make it worth my while..."

"Maybe I will," she said. "You never know. You should be flattered. Lots of guys would love to be in your shoes."

"I'm not wearing any shoes," I laughed. "Or anything else."

"And that's a good thing. You think it's a good thing, don't you?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"And you do have a nice body."

"Thanks."

"And you like us looking at it, right?"

"Yeah."

"You like being the center of attention, don't you?"

"Yeah, sure."

"See, you like us flirting with you, and you like being naked while we're flirting with you, don't you?"

"Yeah."

It hadn't sounded much like flirting, but I knew Stephanie was a nice girl and so I believed her. If she said it, I was sure it was true. I was in no condition to argue as she helped me to my feet.

"Come outside, Mark," she said as she steered me through the kitchen and the breakfast nook and out the back door. "I know just what you need."

She led me across the deck to a built-in spa. I could hear the pump running, so the water was already hot. Stephanie switched on the air blower as I stepped into the tub.

"The wine and the booze has messed you up," she told me. "Stay there while I get you something."

The spa felt really good on my tired muscles and bare skin. My asshole felt like it was still wide open and being invaded by the water and the bubbles, but that sensation went away after a while. I closed my eyes and tried to relax while Stephanie was gone, but the motion caused by all the bubbles was making me nauseous. I found the switch Stephanie had used and once the bubbles stopped I began to feel better. When she returned she had a large glass full of punch, which she put on the edge of the spa.

"There's no vodka in this batch," she said. "Drink up. The fruit juice will be good for you."

"Good idea," I nodded.

"Listen, Mark. I need to go back in and help with the clean up. Why don't you take a break and stay out here for a while? No one will bother you, so just relax, okay?"

I nodded, so she left me to my thoughts. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew my head was resting on the edge of the spa and Holly was gently shaking me awake. I groggily looked around and saw that she had changed out of her party clothes and was wearing pajamas. I tried to focus on what she was saying to me.

"You've been in there long enough, Mark. You need to get out of the water."

Since I had no idea how long I had been in the hot water I had to agree with her. I staggered over the edge of the spa and made my way to the nearest lounge chair. I tilted the seat back all the way and settled down to rest a little more. I was all wet but the chair had a terry cloth cover. There was also a small towel on a side table so I managed to get myself dried off.

Holly returned a few minutes later, and Pamela was with her.

"Time to go, Mark," Pamela said.

"My husband's going to be home in a few minutes," Holly added. "We need to get you out of here."

"I'm ready to go," I said, before I realized that I was still stark naked. "What about my clothes?"

"They're in the car," Pamela replied. "But the coast is clear. Come on."

We made our way through the house, passing through the living room on our way to the front door. It appeared that all the party guests were gone and I wondered how long I had been outside and asleep. Pamela opened the door and looked around, and then she trotted down the walkway towards her car. I had no choice but to follow her and hope no one saw me. Naked and barefoot, I moved as quickly as I could. Pamela was ahead of me and she had the car unlocked by the time I got there. We got in and closed the doors, trying to minimize the amount of time the dome light was on.

Pamela used Holly's driveway to turn the car around and we made it to the corner before another car passed by. I stayed low so I wouldn't be seen but I was able to look out the back window and see the car pull into Holly's driveway. We had gotten away just in time.

We drove for about five minutes, but since I wasn't sure where we were I wasn't able to tell where we were going. I wanted to talk to Pamela but my head hurt and my mouth was dry. Both symptoms were side effects of the Viagra that I had experienced before, so I wasn't worried about it.

I was a little worried when Pamela never got on the highway to take us home. She pulled into another suburban driveway instead.

"Get out," she told me. "I'm going home, but this is where you collect the rest of your reward."

"What's going on?" I asked, thoroughly confused.

"You wanted sex with one of the women from the party and you're going to get it. This is where she lives."

"You're not kidding, are you?" I said. "And I thought you and Stephanie had tricked me..."

"Not even Stephanie is that cruel," Pamela laughed. "You get to have sex with..."

Author's note: My wife insisted I delete the rest of this story before I submitted it. I did get to have sex with one of the women from the party, but some of the key details required to tell the tale made it possible for anyone who knew any of the participants to identify us. They also could have identified the woman I had sex with, and that would get her fired, end her marriage and ruin her life.