21 comments/ 96395 views/ 20 favorites 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. For Fun and Profit "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. For Fun and Profit 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.