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The New Church Roof Ch. 01

By: WillingWolf



Chapter 1 - A Game of Cards?

It is amazing how difficult it is to get money out of an affluent community for a new church roof. We had been quoted around $200,000 and despite fund raising hard for the last year we were only about a quarter of the way there. I guess it was one of those things that you really only felt strongly about while sitting in church every Sunday. The pastor harangued us to give, give, give. A bit like Bob Geldorf without the swear words. 

That night there were four of us, I recall, having a nice Saturday evening dinner, probably before a game of cards. It turned out to be that fateful day when the Grand Plan was tentatively mooted.

There we were, me David, Jane, my wife, and Sue and Evan, our best local buddies here in Spring Falls sitting around the kitchen table after dinner, a couple of beers and, as I remember three bottles of wine. 

We had moved over here to this fairly small town in the mid west only three years ago from England, and while it was a bit Hicksville we had already made some good friends, mainly through the church.

I am never mean with the wine and on this particular evening I had been hoping to schmooze our way into a little strip poker. We had played before on a couple of occasions and the evenings had got hotter and hotter. We had moved on to smutty dares last time and I was really hoping that one evening, perhaps tonight, I was going to be able to sink my cock into Sue's pussy. Last time we had been given a one minute dare allowing us to kiss and grope, but with our partners watching, and Jane and Evan had received the same dare. Fair's fair, but I would rather have been on our own, and I think Sue would have been happier as well. 

Still maybe tonight.

I felt the time was right.

'So how about a game of cards?' I casually mentioned. I saw Evan's eyes light up. 

'What had you got in mind?' he said. 'I think I have had too much wine to play bridge.'

Both the girls laughed.

'Yeah right,' said Jane 'So how many articles of clothing do you happen to be wearing?'

I was delighted to see that we were all on the same wavelength.

'We really ought to be playing a game where we could put some winnings into the church roof fund,' mused Sue. 'But on the other hand I haven't got a lot of change on me but I do have seven items of clothing.'

That seemed an incredible amount as we took our shoes off at the door and surely we would only count socks or stockings as one item. I started trying to work out what she was wearing. I could see the cardigan, the white glittery t-shirt, the short denim skirt and I assumed bra and panties. I has assumed that she was wearing tights but now realised that they were probably stockings, and although they only counted for one I guessed that she also had a suspender belt on. I went into a small reverie of my own and started changing the rules.

'How about this time, the loser of the round removes an item, but the winner of the round chooses which one.' I had already switched into play mode as I stood and tried to start a move to the rumpus room in the basement. 

'That's it,' exclaimed Jane. 'That's what we need to do.'

I was grateful for her support. I really wanted to see Sue standing there in just her stockings and suspenders. 

'Good, I will open another bottle to bring with me, take your own glasses and Jane you get the cards. We will clear up in here later.'

'No you idiot,' said Jane. 'Not the game tonight. The church roof.'

We all looked at her as if she had gone a little mad.

'What are you talking about?' Sue laughed.

'We will organise a game of strip poker and the winnings will go to the church. I am sure a lot of people round here would be intrigued enough to see their neighbours with no clothes on that they would join us in a game.'

'I am not sure that the church will be delighted to get a selection of used clothing especially if it has to have them all cleaned. Have you forgotten we don't play for money?' said Evan.

Jane's face fell. 'Well maybe we could charge an entrance fee, say $100?'

'Yes,' said Sue. 'If we got fifty people to play we could raise $5000.'

I laughed. 'I have a better idea, if they will pay $100 to lose their clothes in a game of poker they will pay $1000 to take part in an orgy.'

'Where's my cheque book?' cried Evan. 'Where do I sign up?'

We both fell about laughing. I knew that we had as much chance of organising an orgy as flying. It had taken us six evenings of playing cards to get the clothes off Sue and Evan. 

'That's it,' said Jane. 'We will organise a Roman orgy. We will all wear togas and have dancing girls and nearly naked serving boys.'

'That's more like it,' I said seriously. I knew that until we thrashed this out we were never going to get the girls to play cards. 'But why do we need the togas? Let us just have a naked dinner. We can do a raffle with smutty prizes or perhaps an auction of promises. I will promise to fuck the woman who pays the most for my body.'

Evan and I enjoyed a good laugh over that one and Sue started looking for the small change in her purse.

'Sue's right,' said Jane. 'We would be lucky to get ten dollars for you, but Sue and I would probably make $1000 each and together...?' A strange look passed across her face. Only for a few seconds, but undisguised lust.

I found myself wondering whether it was for the man who had paid $1000 for her body or Sue. I made a mental note to make sure that the next few dares after our game of cards could throw the women together.

That would be worth seeing. 

Jane had gone into organisation mood and was walking back to the table with a pen and paper. I recognised that the card game was going nowhere so cleared the table of the dirty plates and poured more drinks. 

'Who can we invite?' said Jane. 'Let's make a list. We cannot just announce it in church, the Pastor would have a heart attack. We must hope he never finds out, at least until after he has accepted the money.'

'Look,' said Evan, 'if you are going to be serious about this then we have to be able to pick and choose, for example no-one over fifty. The chances are they will be fat, or ugly, or will have a heart attack.'

I agreed and added that we could offend some people at the church just by asking them. Perhaps we could have a web type arrangement starting at the middle with us, where the next few invitees invited friends of theirs but only after we had seen photo's of them and vetted them. 

That was more or less agreed judging by the nods until Sue said that the fifty rule was a bit too much. 

'Look at Bill Petchard for example. Although he must be nearly sixty he has a great body and always a smile for the ladies. He would be okay.'

I tried to remember his wife. Evan was obviously doing the same.

'Is that Coral?' he said. 'Is that her name? A little mousy, small woman. Nothing much about her one way or the other.'

'Yes that's her,' said Sue. 'I see her occasionally in the hairdressers. She is not mousy, well not when she is on her owm. She is always having a laugh and flirting with George while he cuts her hair. Put them down. I wouldn't mind doing a dare with him.'

'Look at these, 'said Sue. 'I have managed to get a dozen couples down on this piece of paper, which makes twenty eight people including us.'

'Well if each of those couples come and brings a pair of friends, that would give us over fifty people and a good chance of raising serious money.'

'What would we charge?' said Sue. 'And more importantly where would we hold it? Surely we could not use the church hall. The pastor would go mad. He was not keen on the horse race evening we held there as it offended his sense of morality.' 

'We would have to use the function suite at the Spring Falls Motel, which means we need to invite Georgio, the owner and his wife, Gabriella. She's got a great body and he is a bit of a sleaze. He would be up for it.'

'I am not sure that I would relish 10 minutes in a clinch with him,' said Sue. I always reckon he must have at least three pairs of hands. He is more than tactile.'

'We cannot only choose the ones you would like to shag,' said Evan, thinking I am sure about Gabriella. 'Lets face it the chances of coming up with him on a dare is pretty remote.' 

'They would be good to get involved anyway because we need caterers and a bar and he can organise the food and the drink so that we help ourselves and do not need lots of waiters and waitresses who would never be able to keep quiet about it,' said Jane. She was obviously doing some serious thinking. 

'We can have a self service bar in the same room and have the food served in the annexe. They can keep the dividing doors closed while they put the food on the tables. We help ourselves and eat in the main room with the doors shut while they clear the food platters and lay desert. We take the empty plates back to the annexe and they clear the room again while we are back in the bar. After they have cleared we can lock the doors to the main hotel from the annexe and use the rooms for dares if we want to.'

'About the charges,' I said. Talking before I had done any calculations said, ' I reckon that Giorgio will get us a decent two course meal and unlimited wine and beer for about $100 a head, so if we had charge $1000 per head, with fifty people that is... we clear $45,000. Fuck me.'

'I may well do that,' flirted Sue, putting her hand on my thigh. 'Just make sure you buy me in the auction.'

Wow...my mind went into overdrive.

'Stop dribbling,' said Jane. 'I will hide the cheque book that night before you go out.'

We all laughed, myself a little hollowly, I began to fantasise about what she might cost. If I didn't get her then perhaps I could buy a couple of quiet hours later. I noticed that her hand was still resting on my thigh and my cock jumped a little at my salacious thoughts. I did think of moving her hand a few inches closer so that she would be able to feel the outline of my cock under my trousers. I began to wonder whether she had felt the ballooning fabric anyway. 

I looked up to see her watching my every glance. Unable to stop myself I glanced down at my firming cock. She definitely knew as she moved her left hand an inch or two towards my groin until I knew her little finger was resting alongside my, by now, very erect dick. 

'Seriously though, that is a lot of money,' said Sue.

That is only the start of it,' said Jane. 'Think. For once in his life David had a sensible thought, even if as always it was about sex.' 

Sue clenched my thigh a little. 

'We could make $100,000 or even more. People will pay to attend, if not an orgy, at least a potential orgy. How many chances will they ever get in their lives to do something like this,' Jane continued.

'Every Saturday night with me if they enjoy this one and will pay $1000 to me for the pleasure,' I cried.

I wish I hadn't joked as Sue play-slapped me, removing her hand from my thigh to do so. 

'Well what about the dares?' I said, feeling horny without Sues hand on my thigh. 'We need to know what we will do to encourage people to sign up. And do they just turn up naked or change in the toilets.' 

'I know,' said Sue putting her hand back on my leg, the tips of her fingers now resting on my cock. 'They arrive clothed, - Dress Code... Smart...Removable - and then stand in the middle of the room and disrobe couple by couple after a few drinks.'

Her exhibitionist nature was beginning to show.

'Even better, said Evan, his brain working overtime. Perhaps we could have people pay extra to be undressers. They would pay say $500 dollars for the pleasure of removing the clothes from half a dozen members of the opposite sex.' 

'Could I get to choose which ones they are,' said Jane now flirting with Evan. I noticed her putting her hand in his lap. Perhaps she had seen Sue and I at it already.

'Listen if you can't get to choose, as an organiser, it's a poor show,' said Evan. 'And, by the way you can take my clothes off for less than $2000.'

'And exactly how much less than $2000 were you thinking of Evan?' breathed Jane, turning towards him and obviously running her hands over his crotch. I assume he had an erection like mine which Jane was now encouraging. Meantime Sue was doing her bit to restore the balance and firmly holding me tight. 

'How about a ten dollar donation to the roof fund on Sunday?' said Evan, calling her bluff. 'And I get to undress you for the same sum.' There was no way he was going to let her out of this. 

Jane realised this and looked around smiling slowly. So I guess the roof fund gets another $40,' she purred. Shall we adjourn to the rumpus room?

I grabbed another wine and my glass and followed them down the stairs. By the time I was there Jane and Evan had sat on the left hand sofa which left room for Sue and I on the other one which was at right angles to the first. They were two sides of a large square of carpet facing the big family TV in the corner. A convenient coffee table between them held the glasses and the wine. 

'Well Evan, mighty mouth, I guess you are first. Go on Jane take his clothes off. Stand here in front of us, we don't want to miss anything,' said Sue snuggling up to me.

Speaking personally I am not sure that I wanted to see him take off his clothes at all, but as it was the only way I was going to get Sue undressed I was quite happy to watch. He did have a good body, which of course we had all seen before after playing cards. This was a bit more in your face though, particularly in ours. I had also seen him in the shower after using the Gym where, like me, he worked out once or twice a week, not obsessively but just for fun. He and I also played racquetball and shot hoops from time to time with a crowd of guys from the church. 

They stood and he swaggered across the room. He was putting on a brave face. 

Jane stood in front of him and, slowly leaning almost against him, rubbing her 32A's across his chest. She slowly undid the buttons on his shirt, pulled it from his trousers and threw it towards the TV in the corner of the room. She moved around behind him, and ran her hands down his chest to the waistband of his trousers. I was getting hard watching them. Not I hasten to add because of Evan but seeing what I would be able to do to Sue. 

We heard the zip opening and his trousers were lowered to the ground where he stepped out of them. She knelt in front of him with her forehead resting on the erection ballooning the front of his boxers. She slowly removed both his socks, massaging his toes before running her fingers up his thighs and onto his boxers. She moved round behind him again and lowered her hands below his waistband. While we had all been naked together before, I was not sure that she had ever held his cock. She had now. Below his boxers you could see her left hand splayed around his 8inch cock and her right hand cupping his bollocks. She gradually lowered his boxers to the floor, gave his cock a quick kiss and sat back on the sofa to the applause of Sue and myself leaving Evan looking a little self-conscious in the middle of the room. He made for the table to top up his glass and have a deep drink.

'Where the fuck do you think you are going?' said Sue to Jane. 'Get up here in the middle of the room. There is no gain without pain and now it is your turn for the pain. Just look what you have done to my poor husband,' she laughed.

I know I am not an expert on his cock but it did look very red and in danger of bursting. Even Jane had to laugh and accepted with good grace that it was her turn to have her clothes removed. I really wished that we had gone first because now we would have been cuddling naked. If I was in the same state as Evan I knew just where Sue's hands would have been. 

I looked at Jane in a different light as I watched Evan come up beside her to remove her clothes. My wife is tiny, about five foot two and she is very conscious of her 32A cup breasts. She regularly has sessions of self doubt about her body. She has suggested breast enlargement a couple of times, which surprised me because she has often criticised the plastic surgery industry. She just needs constant reassurance that they are lovely. I of course, am more than happy to give her that reassurance by tweaking or playing with them as often as possible. They may be small but they are very sensitive. I have been able to give her an orgasm before just by playing with them for a while. I tell her that if she had surgery they may lose some of their wonderful sensitivity. I know she would hate that. 

I realised that while I could see she had a long blue denim shirt, buttoned almost to the neck, over the top of black figure hugging tights I could remember nothing about the underwear she was wearing that evening. She had dressed in the bedroom while I was organising the table. The shirt had big patch pockets over her tits, which I guess she hoped padded out her shape a little, and came down over her hips almost like a dress. The shirt was shaped higher at the sides to leave a proper shirt-tail at the back. If I did say myself she looked exquisite. The tights particularly moulded her bottom and thighs, while the shirt tail did a good job of partly obscuring, but emphasising her lovely bottom. I looked forward to seeing the shirt removed first, the way Jane had done it. 

It was quite funny to see Evan standing twirling Jane around with his cock rampant at 45degrees. 

He turned her back to us and standing close in front of her ran his hands under her shirt. And I guess over her tits, he knew how sensitive they were as I had discussed it before with him. She shivered. Yes he had definitely played with her breasts. His hands were running now under her shirt at the back and down to her waist. He was going to take her tights off first. I would definitely not have done that. She looks so good in those tights as they show off her arse to perfection. 

I could see his hands rummaging around under her both her shirt and her tights. I guessed he was playing with her panties, running his hands around her cheeks. I watched him wink and then for some reason sorrowfully almost shake his head in despair. 

Gradually he lowered her tights to the ground kneeling before her with his face inches from her crotch, breathing in the very personal aroma from the no-doubt soaking crotch of her panties. 

He lifted one foot to his mouth and suckled on her toes, never removing his gaze from the gap between the sides of the shirt, where he would now be able to see up the crotch of her panties. The other foot got the same treatment, her thigh and knee being pushed to one side as he raised the foot higher and higher to his mouth. 

I could see very little but my mind was working overtime. Her shirt still fell at the back to just below her bum and an inch or two higher at each of the sides. 

At long last her feet were back on the floor and his hands continued to rummage under her shirt around her back and then under her arms and up to her breasts again. As he played with them she raised herself onto her toes and groaned, deeply within herself. Her hem at the back was shooting around at the back, now flicking up and then down showing an inch or two of buttock, but as yet there was no sign of the g-string that I now realised she had to be wearing. 

I realised that he was really stringing this out, enjoying himself I guessed. They had been standing in front of us for quite a few minutes and she had only lost one item of clothing and we could still see nothing. It was very frustrating. Now he ripped the metal press studs that acted as buttons on the shirt, opening the shirt wide on each side of her body. He studied her bra and panties for long moments before closing the shirt around her and turning her round to face us. 


The New Church Roof Ch. 01



My cock fairly leaped in anticipation. 

One, two, three, five seconds elapsed. The sense of drama heightened as he threw open her shirt to reveal ... her. That's it. No panties no bra, just her. Her blonde sparse pubic hairs wet, drops of arousal twinkling between her lips and hastily wiped smears at the top of her thighs. Jane had never put her arms down to wipe them so Evan must have done it. 

Stunned by the spectacle, Sue eventually leaped into action applauding and shouting more. I was equally stunned but eventually gave voice, and hands, to an amzing disrobement. It was later that I realised that she had dressed for dinner that night, knowing that we might play strip poker, which may have come down to dares once you were naked, with only two items of clothing on. Sue had seven by her own admission. That gave me food for thought at work, usually in the toilet with my hand around my cock, for weeks to come. 

Evan threw her shirt into the corner with his clothes and spun her around just so that we could get a look at her arse I suspect. Well it is a wonderful arse. I glowed with love, pride and indeed lust. I would have loved to have thrown her to the floor and fucked her right there but realised that if I had I would automatically have had to share her with the naked Evan, and while that wasn't a huge problem there were still two of us clothed. 

Jane replenished her glass and the pair of them sat cuddling on the sofa ready to watch act two. I wasn't sure how much they were going to watch because I could already see the fingers of his left hand resting on her breast and I was sure it would not be long before she was holding him as well. I knew from our times curled up in the evening on the sofa that it did not take her long to ease my cock out of my robe.

I was quickly brought back to earth by Sue, who, obviously, could not wait to start taking my clothes off. If she was feeling as horny as I was then this was going to be quick. 

She started right on my trousers, then my socks and was quickly on to my shirt. Comparing the time that both Evan and Jane had taken to undo their partners shirts this seemed like almost indecent haste. 

I guessed that we all know what a man looks like, they had all seen me before and anything after Jane was going to be an anticlimax. My shirt joined the pile of clothes in the corner and the next thing I felt was Sue's hands in my pants. 

I tend not to wear boxers preferring the speedo-style slips but they are completely useless at holding in an erect cock. 

In this case they did not need to hold it in. Sue was doing that with both hands. She practically wanked me to a finish, somehow knowing by my groans just when to stop before I ejaculated. 

She turned me around and putting her hands very obviously over my buttocks lowered my pants down to the floor with her mouth. I stepped out of them. I still couldn't see behind me so just waited as Sue staying on her knees pushed apart my ankles and bent me forward at the waist. 

I gave Jane and Evan a full on view of my cheeks, butt hole and swollen aching testicles. Sue briefly pushed my cock as far as it would go down her throat before taking it, dripping with precum and saliva from her mouth, and spinning me around to the cheering audience. 

Still on her knees she gave me the most adorable french kiss on my arsehole. I nearly came on the spot. Boy did I need a drink. 

I noticed that Jane and Evan were still watching, I am sure that if I had been in their position I would have been concentrating on screwing Sue rather than watching my partner and another man strip.

Still it was my time to enjoy myself now and Sue looked absolutely incredible. 

In heels she would have been about the same height as I am, five seven to my five ten. Her long soft deep brown hair curled over her shoulders almost as low as her 34C breasts. 

I had a good idea what she had on and knew in my own head the running order. The cardigan had gone a long time ago so logically started with her blouse. The buttons were quickly undone. I was going to get those puppies up and out. They were indeed crying to get out. The bra she had chosen that evening was a balcony bra providing all support and practically no cover. They were magnificently displayed and a tiny readjustment had the nipples creeping over the top of the lace. Her large dark nipples and deep aureoles were like magnets to both my eyes and fingers as I tweaked and rolled her nipples between my fingers and thumbs. 

Her short denim skirt was naturally next and left us with a breathtaking sight. Her dark hair, nipples and chocolate coloured stockings complimented the cream and chocolate lacy underwear. The g-string covered what it needed to at the front but behind it left me a wonderful view of her large magnificent buttocks. She was quite breathtaking in a similar but completely different way to my wife. 

Sex on legs, and what legs. 

I pointed out to the two on the sofa, who were now all eyes, the matching colours, the hair, the nipples, the stockings and of course the ... and I lowered her string to her knees. I think Sue was a bit surprised. I think she expected at least the bra to come off first and probably expected like most strip teases the final denouement to be her pussy. 

I, standing behind her, was not even able to share the view of her full bush of pubic hair that I remembered from last time. I was about to describe her thus.

I was a little shocked to hear Evan say 'My god you have shaved it.'

Jane broke out into applause. I turned her round and sank to my knees. I could not resist pushing first my nose, then my lips and then tongue deep into her sopping pussy. She had indeed shaved leaving a silky smooth finish with just a landing strip of hair to run a couple of inches above her lips. 

I know that I would have continued to eat her out until she came if I had not heard her whisper. 

'Later David. Come on undress me.'

I quickly removed her bra allowing myself barely moments to nuzzle those nipples with my lips. I was in two minds whether to remove the belt and stockings at all, but realised that they gave me an extra five minutes of play-time. 

I spent happy moments unclipping the stockings and running my fingers under the belt, and across the top of her clitoris. 

I rolled the stockings down one by one and having learnt from Evan, the master, raised her toes to my lips, widening her thighs and rolling out her knee. Her lips peeled back and started to drip. The other foot followed. Standing her back down facing me again, I wiped the excess moisture from her sopping slit, as I realised Evan had done, and in a last movement bent her double to touch her toes giving the two on the sofa a fantastic view of her pretty, darkly streaked, arsehole. 

We all applauded a sex goddess. 

We were left in that awkward moment. Jane and Evan stood up. We were all stark naked and all as horny as hell. I had anticipated that we would go this far tonight, but in my wilder dreams I had been hoping for more. 

I was disappointed to hear Jane say 'Can we leave it there tonight? Hopefully another night when we are prepared then maybe we can go a little further but I think at least the two of us need to have a little talk first.' She laughed, 'And frankly my first need is to get fucked by someone, but this time,' looking deep into Evan's eyes, 'I think by David. Don't worry Evan,' she giggled, 'I will be thinking about you. There is a spare room here if you don't want to walk home.'

They only lived a few doors away so decided that however much they also wanted to fuck quickly they had time to dress and get home. They were also worried about the noise all four of us might make in the same house. They wanted to be able to make their own noise in their own house. I empathised.

'In that case,' said Jane grabbing me by the arm and dragging me to the stairs, 'let yourselves out. Shut the door behind you. I will ring you tomorrow Sue.'



The New Church Roof Ch. 02



The Party Grows.

What a night that was. We screwed each other silly. I was even able to do her in her back passage. A fairly infrequent opportunity, but even that she fully enjoyed, begging me to do it again, admittedly after I was too soft to even contemplate it. 

It was while enjoying a late brunch that I managed to ask if she was serious, both about the church roof fund and our gradual progression towards swinging. We had emigrated from the UK three years ago and just before we left there we had started experimenting with swingers clubs. We had only been a couple of times while preparing for the move to the US and all the paperwork involved. Luckily my company facilitated most of it. On both occasions we had only watched or allowed people to watch us, although I am pretty sure we would have entered into it wholeheartedly eventually. But back to Sunday, by the time we had got up we had already missed morning service and were aiming for the afternoon family service. Not one we normally went to.

'Yes I am,' said Jane about the roof. 'Don't you think it is a good idea still?'

'Yes I am sure it could be fun. It's just that we have only been here a couple of years and we are making some good friends. I just hope it doesn't backfire on the community feeling after we have all seen each other naked. And just in case it gets out of hand what do you feel about us fucking someone else, Sue and Evan obviously, but maybe even some of the others on the list? How do you feel about that?'

Jane looked pensive before saying 'I know I was the one that stopped us going further last night but I am ready for it. I know we will be ok afterwards. After all we were about to do it in the UK before we moved. It would have been very easy with the move to have grown apart and I don't see the occasional exciting evening upsetting it. I do love you and I always will. That's not going to change. You still excite me and I know in my heart of hearts that I am not going to fund a better lover, just a different one. Do you think you will stop loving me? Do you? If you do say now before we go all the way.'

'I will always love you, I am sure of that.' I said. 'Whatever you do. Even if I caught you fucking someone behind my back I am pretty sure I would forgive you, just don't take that as license to do what you like though. If we go forward it always has to be with the others knowledge. Okay?'

She came round the table to me and kissed me passionately.

'Agreed darling. You know the same goes for me as well. I do love you so. This is just a bit of a fantasy isn't it. As is this new roof thing. Can you imagine if we got it off the ground we would be feted by the community, and if we don't, wow, we will have made a lot of very close friends. And we can always find a new church.' We both laughed.

'Let's have another look at that list then.'

I looked through the list that was still sitting there on the Kitchen table 

I knew most of the people there 

Danny and Kay Brown of course. Our next closest friends who we had often considered bringing closer into our card games with Sue and Evan.

Pete & Frannie da Silva who were Danny & Kay's best friends were next on the list.

Bill and Coral Petchard. 

Georgio Luciano and Gabriella.

'If this is going to work we have to start slow and build up. Chat with Sue today or tomorrow and consider inviting the da Silvas and or the Browns round say next Saturday and we will test out their attitudes to nudity. That will be fun for a start. Let's face it. If they are not interested than it will probably be a non starter. 

We need the support of the younger ones with good bodies to encourage the older ones with money. That works. 

You had perhaps better give Kay and Frannie a small idea of what we are planning. Just tell them that it involves nudity and would they like to come round to dinner to talk about it.' 

It was strange sitting in church that Sunday afternoon and wondering what the congregation would look like naked.

It was all organised by Wednesday that the eight of us would sit down together for a steak and a bottle of wine. They would come round about six to catch the end of the afternoon sun at the pool and we could barbeque.

Evan was bringing a couple of jugs of margaritas and I got in another case of merlot. 

The four men were standing around the BBQ with a beer in hand when Danny said 'So come on Dave, what's this big secretive idea for the church roof fund? Kay only told me that the four of you had this hot idea and that we would discuss it tonight.

I laughed. 'She didn't mention nudity at all?'

'No,' he said looking shocked, 'Not mine I hope. Now maybe if it involves your wives guys than I am all ears.'

'All cock, more like it.' We laughed.

At that moment we heard a scream from the kitchen followed by girlish shrieks. 

'Well I guess the girls are talking about it now so here is the plan.

We want to organise a naked dinner. Everyone arrives dressed, gets naked and eats. We have a few smutty games, a bit of contact sport and call it an orgy. We charge $1000 a head and maybe a bit more to those people who get special perks. We thought about un-dressers, auctioneers, games organisers perhaps and then we would have an auction of promises. Mrs Xyz will give a blow-job to the highest bidder, or clean your lounge naked. Mr Xyz will be a naked chauffeur for a day, or a pool-boy.' 

The boys looked astounded. 

'And the girls went for this?' said Pete.

'The original idea was Jane's,' said Evan. 'It just moved on a bit from the original suggestion.'

The steaks were ready and we trooped into the kitchen where the girls were still huddled around the table. We all squeezed round it. 

It went quiet.

Frannie said 'Did you talk about the idea?' looking sideways at her husband.

'I don't know,' Pete said. 'I guess we did. Is there more we didn't get Dave?'

'Well quite a lot really.' I said. I don't know how far you girls have got but we see it this way...'

I talked them through the food and drink logistics and cost and you could see their impatience to get it out of the way and talk about the naked bodies.

'And as for the people,' I said, ' after us eight we thought about the following couples.' I listed another ten couples or so. ' If of course it doesn't work with you guys then it probably won't work at all. 

If you guys won't contemplate getting naked for a good cause then there is no way we can persuade another forty or fifty. Also we younger ones will tend to have the more attractive bodies which in turn will encourage some of the older guys with more money than us to come out of the woodwork. I also don't need to tell you how quiet this should be kept. If we can do it, than we need to keep it as quiet as possible. at least from the Pastor, and, if it is not okay then we don't want to lose a whole host of friends, some who might not like the idea, others who might be pissed off we didn't ask them. So what do you think guys?'

It went quiet while we digested a few more mouthfuls of steak and imbibed a little more Merlot.

Nobody liked to be the first person to offer an opinion.

'We thought we would dip a toe in the water and suggest a game of strip poker tonight, and if you are all up for that and it works then maybe, just maybe this has legs and can fly.' Talk about mixed metaphors.

It was not necessary I felt to tell them that the four of us had already done it. 

Sue took my drift and added ' Well without talking to Evan quietly I am 99 per cent sure we are in. It sounds fun. What do you think Evan?'

'Sure count me in,' he was quick to follow her lead.

'I'll tell you what' I started.

I tore a piece of paper into eight pieces. Mark these with a tick for yes and a cross for no.

If there is one or more crosses then we just have a quiet evening a few more beers and call it a day. If you want to party a bit, put a tick and then as the evening progresses we can discuss the dinner further as well as make ourselves more comfortable. 

'Or maybe uncomfortable,' laughed Evan. 

The other four knew that there were going to be four ticks because we had obviously come up with the idea.

I held my breath and thought about Frannie with her big dyed blonde shaggy hair and her tall voluptuous body and Kay dark

slim, athletic long legs and not a spare ounce of flesh.

I shuffled the eight pieces of paper in my hand.

One -a tick 

Two another tick, three four and now five, all ticks. Well one of them wanted to play.

In the end it was an anti climax. Tick after tick after tick.

I displayed the eight pieces. 

'Margaritas anyone? It could be a long night.'

That caused a frisson of laughter and a couple of nervous grins. 

I could see Danny eyeing Susan out of the corner of his eye. Little did he know he would have to fight me for her. Perhaps as the perfect host I should let him have first choice. 

I should worry, Kay and Frannie both had fantastic bodies.

It was about nine by now and I could see that the laughter levels were increasing to a new high just as the margarita jugs were emptying.

I thought I had better lead the way.

'Okay guys the rumpus room calls. Bring your glass and the nearest jug or bottle. 'How are we going to do this? Has anyone played strip poker before?'

I waited perhaps for Evan to say something but was beaten to it by Danny who admitted that he had played at college a couple of times and poker itself was too difficult and not random enough. You also needed a loser not a winner.

'We always ended up with spin the bottle,' he said.

I looked around shrugged and said that we might as well go along with that if everybody was happy. 

'We sit in a circle on the floor I guess' I said as if I had never contemplated it before, and take it in turns to spin the bottle. The person who is sitting nearest the narrow end removes one item of clothing. All agreed?'

'Fine,' said Sue. 'Do you have to stand up to take off the item?'

There was general agreement, at least from the four of us. 'Yes and do a twirl. Yes, jewellery does not count. Yes, shoes count one item. Yes, socks or stockings are one item and we carry on until at least six people are naked. Is that fair. Just in case for example all the men are wearing a lot less clothes than the women we don't want to stop until we have seen at least a couple of you naked.' I tried a successful leer and got a nervous laugh. 

I wondered whether Jane was again only wearing two items of clothing. I had yet to bring that subject up. 

I knew that I had five items. Which was probably about average. 

We cleared the coffee table out of the way and pulled out a few beanies for those not leaning against a sofa or chair.

I had been quick to sit in front of a sofa with Frannie on one side of me and Kay on the other I was sitting cross legged immediately opposite Sue. My positioning was fine. She tried to sit cross legged without showing me her knickers, but gave it up and sat with her legs in front of her, teasing me from time to time as she raised her knees to her chest as if to exercise them. I leaned forward, span the bottle and we all looked expectantly at Danny where the bottle stopped.

It was probably half an hour later, maybe ten o'clock when it started to get interesting. Everybody had lost their shoes and socks. None of the girls had been wearing stockings or tights and so unless any of them were braless it looked like we had all had about five pieces on. Myself and Danny were down to trousers and boxers I assumed and with Pete and Evan still clinging on to their shirts as well 

Sue was the only girl to lose her shirt leaving I assumed the other three in a shirt, with skirts or trousers and underwear pretty even.

Not in a rush we had decided that if you spun the bottle and it ended up pointing at yourself that you just forfeited your spin and it moved on. Likewise we had to say that the bottle must spin at least 360 degrees to stop anyone cheating and aiming. 

It was my turn and I aimed in my mind for Jane and hit the jackpot. She stood and removed her blouse. I was quite surprised that she had a bra on as she certainly doesn't need one but as I have said she is very conscious of her small tits. Maybe she didn't want me to start a row about how few items she was wearing?

Kay beside me spun next and also got Jane. We men whooped as we hoped soon to see the first sign of naked flesh.

She stood and dropped her trousers to the floor.

She was wearing a g-string and Evan was quick to call for her to turn around which she did.

Pete then spun for Danny to lose his trousers followed by Jane spinning for mine. We men were beginning to look vulnerable.

Suddenly the luck changed a bit and Frannie had to remove two items one after the other. She was now down to bra and panties and what a body. Fantastic tits. 

This time it was Kay who received the nod from the bottle.

She stood and removed her skirt, leaving her shirt still hanging over her panties. 

I had certainly seen no sign of a bra and suspected that she was not wearing one. The anticipation of getting close to seeing some naked flesh was playing havoc with my cock which was slowly rising inside my slip underwear. 

We were about to find out. Kay had received another hit. She stood, thought about it for a while and said 'Fuck it,' in her broad Texan accent. Off came the shirt and a very respectable, but smallish, B's I reckon, pair of tits were on display to cheering and applause. 

Having shown us she was quick to sit again with her arm protectively around them. 

Evan and Pete were next also down to their boxers, I was pleased to see I was not the only one tenting the front. I know Sue had seen my erection growing and was now sitting cross-legged in front of me. 

At last someone managed to get Sue who, although blatantly cross-legged was sitting relatively covered. Another strike after that, my spin, sorted that out. I had got her. Now she was showing her beautiful breasts. 

It was me again. I was the first to get naked.

Kay sitting beside me put on a big spin and it went around maybe six times before pointing me out. 

I laughed stood and stripped them off.

'Do your twirl,' cried Sue, although it was really for Frannies benefit sitting beside me, rather than herself sitting opposite.

I was pleased to see the delighted and slightly surprised looks on the girls faces. 

We all know size isn't important but we also know that it is. I knew that Evan and I were about the same although I like to think mine was slightly thicker. 

Danny was the next and I could see that he was not going to compete for the largest prick prize. It wasn't tiny but no bigger than six inches. 

Sue was the next to bare all to applause and then the little prick tease sat facing me, sitting cross legged again. She smirked evilly towards me as she absentmindedly tickled her labia while chatting to Frannie. 

Pete was next, leaving just Jane with two pieces and Frannie and Kay with only their panties plus Evan with just his boxers. 

The magnificent Frannie was next to get naked. Her luscious lips solidly covered with a dark mass of pubic hair. Now we knew she was a dyed blonde. 

Two girls and Evan. I was sure that Jane was itching to get her clothes off but no, not this time, the bottle definitely pointed out Kay.

My cock firmed a notch or two at the thought. I had never seen her naked but she looked great in a bikini.

She hesitantly stood in the middle.

'Well I guess if you guys can do it, I can, but if I hear a word of this outside of here, you are in big trouble.' 

She was obviously reluctant and that added to the appeal. 

She slipped her panties down to reveal a nicely trimmed bikini line. Neat and tidy, rather than sexy. The overall package however was wonderful. She gave a little spin as we cheered. She blushed from her knees upwards. Sweet!

'Well that's the six naked, guys. Is that the end of the game or do we want to do a few forfeits until at least everybody is naked.' 

We decided that as spin the bottle was usually about kissing then this would be the next stage. Anybody naked who lost again spun the bottle to see whom they would kiss. I was looking forward to this as I could see Sue smiling at me with both sets of lips. 

And sure enough Sue lost and spun the bottle looking deep into my eyes. At least I thought she was looking at me but Danny got the nod and an open-mouthed ten second smooch. I could see a definitely un-amused Kay sitting beside me. 

But then Sue lost again and this time I did get the nod. I stood to meet her in the middle of the ring as Danny had done to find her grabbing my dick and pulling me towards her. Not only were our mouths going to meet but so were our bodies. She moved in for a good twenty seconds, somehow managing to keep hold of my cock, to keep me close.

We eventually stopped only because the others were shouting time, get a bucket, or ding dong, round six. Very funny. Still I wasn't listening. I was just enjoying the feeling of Sue's hand around my cock.

A spin eventually picked Jane who stood up and said 'Fuck this. I am stripping off completely to get in the second part of the game. It could be ages before I get to kiss anyone. What do you think Evan?'

No sooner the word than the deed and there was Jane doing a little spin with her bra and panties flying towards the corner of the room. 

Evan was never going to argue and proved it by standing and ripping his boxers off. 

'Right on Jane. Different game huh.'

Frannie laughed, 'Wow, well here we are all nude. This is quite a turn on isn't it?' 

And you could tell she was. Turned on that is. We had seen her magnificent tits. Voluptuous was a great way of describing her generally. Her bottom was lush and full and although her pubes were abundant her inner lips hanging down between the outer labia, looked swollen as if she had already had a good shag.

She was either turned on maybe just well used. She certainly did not appear to be shy and retiring.

We had a few more spins until everyone had given or received a couple of kisses. Lucky possibly that no-one had pulled a partner of the same sex, a possibility we would eventually have had to discuss.

Jane was the first to say 'Well guys what's next. I am not sure that we have had enough partnership discussions to go all the way. It is midnight already. How about in the next hour we dance for a bit. Just to experiment how it would go down at the dinner. Groping okay but no penetration. Right? Change partners every two songs. That should be fun but stop it getting heavy.'

I put on some sixties Motown, but could see the men not really wanting to dance to fast music with their cocks sticking out in front of them. I tried a slow jive with Sue but never felt comfortable. We quickly switched to the slow smoochy stuff for my second dance with Sue and were quickly into a slow grinding rhythm with my cock between her legs, technically not inside her, my hands on her bum and my tongue on her tongue. This two record rule may have been instigated to stop it getting heavy but the limited time you had meant you started out as if the world was going to end in five minutes.

Wow.

I changed to Kay next but noticed that in the reshuffle Franny had been left with her own partner Pete, not that that stopped them making out as they danced. Kay was delightful. Not as aggressive as Sue had been as she tentatively kissed and licked at my face before nibbling on my lower lip. It was not long before I had my dick between her legs. It was being strongly gripped by her wonderfully tight butt cheeks in a sticky heaven. 

Frannie was next. I was hoping that she would be looking forward to experimenting with someone else after dancing with her husband and was delighted to feel her coming on strong for a long tonguey kiss. She pushed her hips against mine in a circular motion, trapping my cock upright between our stomachs. After a few moments I felt her loosening her grip and moving away. She was only turning to face the same way as me so that she could rub her butt against my cock and have both her tits played with as my arms were around her. This could hardly be called dancing but was good fun.




The New Church Roof Ch. 02



I managed to pull away and put my cock between her legs. She groaned as the end rubbed against her clit. She started a small in and out motion that was great on her clit and my cock but took great concentration not to slip inside her. Once or twice, 'accidentally' my cock slid inside her and while I am sure no-one was watching we played by the rules and allowed it out at the next movement. 

I was slow to disengage knowing I was ending up with Jane. That gave us a chance to talk.

'I need fucking. I really do,' she said.

I laughed, 'Here? Now?'

'Weeelll, if that's the only alternative. Although I would rather be in bed Come on send them home. It's after one.'

The music stopped. 

'Well guys, the dancing seemed to work. Shall we call it a night and get down to the real business of the evening, in our own beds?' I laughed.

There was strong agreement and the others all shuffled off to find clothes. I noticed that Frannie just picked hers up and headed for the front door. There was a girl not wasting her time dressing as they only had a five-minute drive. 

'We will be in touch next week about the dinner and where we go from here.' I said. 'All those in favour.' Unanimous hands were raised as they kissed goodbye. I just wanted them out so that I could fuck in peace.



The New Church Roof Ch. 03



A Fancy Dress Evening

We all met up at church next morning at morning service, about eleven, moving on to a nearby bar for Bloody Marys soon after midday. We had not had that much to drink the night before and though I guess we were all tired by a lack of sleep, we at least felt fairly good. I am not sure that Pete should have been driving even though it was only five minutes away. He was, as he told us, so tired because he was kept awake by a naked Frannie with her feet on the bedboard and her hands up her sopping cunt screaming. What a picture that made. 

'So, on a serious note,' said Jane. 'How are we going to progress?'

'How about a party say at our place next time?' said Sue. 'We can invite lets say another four couples, so sixteen people in all and go from there. We can each call one extra couple from Janes list. Make sure they are happy with the nudity thing.

'I guess that's the logical way,' I added. 'Just one thing maybe. We don't want too many people to see us all in the nude before we go to the dinner. They will have no reason to pay up if they have seen us already. Perhaps we should all invite say two other couples each to your house. Talk about the nudity and maybe go the strip poker route or just a bit of flashing and dancing. Just to whet their appetites. That would then be a total of twelve couples involved. If they invited two more couples each for the dinner we are up to seventy two people. More than enough. 

Not that I don't want to see you guys naked again, perhaps you could come over again next Saturday and we can party again. That will give us a week on Saturday to arrange the new couples. We can also finalise exactly how much we are going to tell people and discuss what limits to put on their invitees. Age weight looks etc. Perhaps you girls could agree as soon as possible who is going to invite whom to their houses next weekend. The difficult ones to get will be Giorgio and Gabriella. They will never come out on a Saturday night.'

It was quickly agreed that they would come round to us again Saturday. It transpired that Pete played in a basketball training session every week with Giorgio. 'I am positive he will be up for it,' said Pete. 'I will even bet that he will only charge us for a tiny profit or maybe just at cost for the goodwill. I will talk to him before next weekend. What are we looking for, a Saturday night say in October?'

'Well that's only 4 weeks away to the middle of October and Giorgio always has a crowd dining for Halloween at the end of the month. Late November is Thanksgiving. To do this right I reckon we are talking January unless we do it say as an early Christmas party in early December. See what dates they have free and we will have plenty of time to get others involved that way.'

By the Monday I was looking forward to Saturday again. I wondered whether I would just collect all their clothes at the door on the way in. That would be fun. Jane had other ideas. 

'No,' she said. 'You were right about not getting too bored with nudity. Even amongst the eight of us. I am going to tell the others to wear suitably smutty fancy dress. At least it will be fun. I will also tell them that they can all stay over if they want to. We have the two spare bedrooms and one couple can use the rumpus room sofas.'

That seemed like the opportunity I needed to discuss again how far we were going to go if the evening got raunchier. 

'By the way,' I started. 'You remember that night two weeks ago, the last time we just had Sue and Evan over?' 

'Yes' she said. 'When we first came up with the idea.'

'That's right. I started talking about playing strip poker and you came up with the roof idea.'

She preened. 'Yeah it is a good idea isn't it.'

'It sure is. Had you been thinking about it before.'

'Not really. I had obviously expected to play strip poker or some other raunchy game. I know what you men are like. The roof idea came as we were talking beforehand and just seemed to follow on.'

I had her now. 

'So, you expected to play strip poker and just remind me exactly how many pieces of clothing you were wearing that night.'

She thought back and suddenly went red. As red as her lipstick or her favourite panties. 

'Well. I am waiting.'

'Well of course I wasn't expecting to play when I got dressed. Just a bit later.'

'So being at home it didn't occur to you to change to put a couple more layers on when you did think of it. Sue, if I remember rightly was wearing seven items and tell me how many you had on. Was it two? Were two going to be quicker to remove? Did you not want to let Evan waste too much of his time undressing you?'

Still bright red and shamefaced she knew she was caught. 

'With no suitable explanation coming forward I can only assume that we know how far we are both prepared to go if the evening progresses as we expect it to.' I leaned over and gave her a big kiss. 

'In fact I am so worked up thinking about it I need you to give me a little head in order that I can rid myself of this erection. The first penalty you pay is no sex for you for two nights. The second penalty is that I will decide on your fancy dress for Saturday. It might of course be nothing at all except the word SLUT emblazoned across your tits and your arse.'

That made her go if possible even redder. Whether it was the thought of standing there completely naked wearing just the word SLUT in felt tip pen or the acts that may follow that scene I do not know. I would have to think of some suitable clothing. I wondered where I could get hold of a Chastity Belt. 

While she was blowing me a succession of ideas breezed through my brain. I quite liked the Chastity belt, but doubt whether Evan would find it funny. Maybe just covered in dirty old clothing like a tramp. Oil stains food stains, maybe a bit smelly. Perhaps three or four pairs of panties, a bra, and two or three t-shirts, tights, a scarf, hat the works. So that she would take ages to get undressed if we started playing again. I even considered a rope. I had watched a TV program the week before showing some Japanese artist tying a naked girl in rope, symmetrically patterned all over her body. I was not sure that I would be able to do it so neatly. The end result of her being tied with her little tits and nipples bound so that they poked stiffly outwards and her legs held apart with the ropes either side of her vulva would only turn her on anyway. She would look like a right little slut. 

That gave me an idea. She really hated her tiny tits. I would have to find some way of bringing them into the act. By now I was coming in her mouth. She drank me down like a good slut. All was right in my world. I had two or three days to think of a costume for her and contemplate fucking Sue or Frannie or Kay. Or maybe all three. That's funny my cock hardly shrank at all after Jane had finished. It had to be the way my mind was wandering. What was I going to wear?

I decided fairly early on that I would wear the corset stockings and suspenders like Dr Frank N Furter of the Rocky Horror Show. I had never worn them before and that looked fun while I did not have to leave the house and would only be showing them to close friends. 

I went to the fancy dress shop for the gear. They had it in various sizes. The girl behind the counter insisted on me trying it on and then ran her hands all over me 'to check the fit.' I mean all over me. She did seem to be fairly impressed with the bulge in the panties. The costume came with tight sturdy panties covered in layers of frills. I am sure that they were undoubtedly suitable for going to a party or even seeing the show, but they were not skimpy enough for the evening I envisaged. I would wear a pair of Jane's. I think the shopgirl and I might have had a bit of fun if another customer had not come in. 

I also found the costume for Jane. 

It was a maid's outfit with a frilly white blouse over a really short black skirt. I decided that she had enjoyed the thought of being labelled SLUT so I would stencil the letters above her tits and on her buttocks. She could wear the low necked blouse either under her tits. Either way the word slut would show. 

She would have to carry a tray around for most of the time with a pair of straps attached to her hem at the front and another pair going over her shoulders attached to the hem at the back. If she raised the tray and her arms to cover her breasts and the word SLUT at the front she would expose her shaved pussy. I was not going to allow her any panties.

If she kept her arms low she exposed her tits and pulled on the back hem thus exposing her naked butt and the second SLUT word. 

Saturday afternoon came and I started to prepare her for the evening. I shaved her completely, she usually had a landing strip, making sure that her arse crack was fully defoliated. She was dripping wet before we even started the evening. 

I had a crimson corset with white stockings and suspenders and Jane's favourite satin red panties, another penalty she had to pay for her slutty attitude. 

I painted her buttocks and chest with the word SLUT and then produced her costume. There was at first a sigh of relief as up to that point she really thought that she was going to be made to stand around naked. 

As soon as she wore the costume she realised that she might as well be. It also put her in the position of fetching and carrying for the seven of us all night. 

We awaited the others with some excitement. What would they be wearing?

Pete had rung earlier with a strange message. Giorgio had offered us the first weekend in December and had been delighted with the idea. He and Gabriella were firmly behind us. With one proviso that Pete said he would tell us when we all arrived. We were intrigued. 

Sue and Evan were the first to arrive both dressed as a pair of hookers. Short skirts, see through tops large earrings. Sue had stockings on but Evan said he had tried a pair of hold-ups on but they had hardly gone past his knees his calves were that thick.

Kay and Danny were next with Kay in a tiny nurses outfit and Danny in a white coat with a stethoscope and a gynaecological speculum possibly naked underneath. 

Frannie and Pete were last with Frannie dressed as a cheer leader, but with obviously no bra, and Pete as a superhero with bright blue satin panties over white tights and a t shirt with a blue flash. 

A great evening beckoned. I made Jane stand and show everyone her costume. Explaining why the word SLUT was emblazoned across her body and how it would show on her butt when she moved her arms down. She was then made to show everyone what happened if she tried to obscure the word on her chest.

Everyone applauded the sight of her pussy. And then to turn round and show us all how her it would expose the word on her butt. 

Evan came over and gave her a big kiss and a grope, as he thanked her for wearing only the two items and promised her that she could be his slut any time she wanted. She sat perched on his knee while I started a drinks order.

Before I got into it Pete interrupted. 'Before we start drinking I think you should hear what Georgio has had to say.'

He explained to the others what Jane and I already knew. 

'I explained to him that the eight of us were meeting up tonight to sort out a little more of the admin and even that we were wearing sexy fancy dress to get us in the mood. His demand is that we all go over to his hotel bar for a drink tonight before the evening gets under way. Now in fact.'

'That's all right,' I said. 'Did you bring something to wear. The others live nearby.' 

'No. He was explicit we have to go in our fancy dress, or it is all off. I have to say I had already got my outfit when he told me so I would have been wearing this anyway.'

'That's silly,' said Jane. 'I can't go wearing this. He must see sense surely. There is more at stake here than him having a laugh at our expense.'

'He was adamant that the way we could prove to him that we were serious about raising a lot of money. We would be taking over one of his December nights, normally a big earner. If we were to come wearing our costumes it would show we are serious. In fact Giorgio said wearing as little as possible. The more we are wearing the bigger profit margin he will add.'

Well,' said Jane. 'What a bastard. He is prepared to threaten the whole thing over a point of pride. We have to do what he wants. What if I find a different costume to wear.'

Pete looked sad. 'I would be honour bound to tell him I am afraid. He made me swear, Italian style, on my mother's life, that we would not cheat him.'

'Look here,' Frannie said. 'Are you sure we are not overreacting here. We all look gorgeous and sexy. What's wrong with going and having a quick drink. He will certainly know we are serious.'

'But I can't go like this. Even if I didn't mind showing my arse and my pussy and these stupid tiny titties, I have the word slut emblazoned on me for everyone to laugh at.'

I could see she was near to tears.

'Look you can pull the elastic neck of the blouse up over your tits. And anyway I am proud to go out with my slut. Particularly if we all try and get a bit sexier. After all Pete you are not breaking your word, she was wearing the blouse anyway. Just try and cover the slut word with make-up. It will tone it down a bit. Anyway you know why you deserve the punishment. Okay'

Pete agreed. The girls rallied round and helped Jane cover the offending words and I got everyone a scotch or vodka to feel a bit better.

The girls were quickly out and even Jane agreed that they had covered it well with the pancake make-up.

'Right,' I said 'Let us call his bluff. You heard what he said about the less clothes the less profit margin. There is not much Pete and I can do but Danny are you wearing underwear under that coat. If so take it off. We know the smutty bastard is really thinking about the girls clothing rather than ours anyway.

Sue, Frannie and Kay, all take your panties off, No, not you Evan your tackle will hang below your hem. Kay lose another button or two at the top of the blouse. In fact another one as well. Your bra pushes them out nicely now.

We looked around at each other.

'Wow said Pete. 'Let's go. I have my bus outside. It will hold us all for a short journey.'

It was only fifteen minutes before we found ourselves trooping into the main bar in Georgio's hotel. During that time the other girls had dared Jane to wear the blouse the way I had intended, with her tits above the elastic. 

'Wow,' he said as if surprised to see us. 'Lella, come back here and see this lot.' 

His wife appeared open-mouthed from the back before starting to laugh.

'How's that Georgio. You were wrong. It looks like they are serious.' 

'Fantastico, Girls walk up and down here. Jane. Why are you carrying that tray so low? Most waitresses would carry it a little higher at chest height.'

I could see Jane thinking how to answer. She took a big breath, raised the tray to chest height and said sweetly, 'But Georgio, look, if I cover my boobies I show my pussy.'

His face was a picture.

'Lella, Lella a camera quick.'

I overruled that. 'No Giorgio. No pictures. We do not want the story of this getting out to all the rest of the church until it is arranged. We must keep the whole dinner quiet at least until after we have held it, because some people of course will not be invited.' 

I looked around to see if there was anyone here who I might have been alluding to. In fact there were only half a dozen people in the bar and they all looked like residents. They were certainly not locals. 

We were however the centre of attention as one by one they all seemed to have to walk past us to get to either the bar or the toilets. 

'So girls walk up and down a bit, let me look at those lovely costumes.'

I was right he didn't care at all whether the men were there or not.

'Si, do I get to see your knickers girls like Jane's,' he laughed.

I quickly lined the four girls up before they could speak and made them turn their backs on Georgio and Gabriella. 

'So Georgio, how cheap are we going to make this evening. You are not going to charge us too much for the meal and drinks are you?'

'Jane help us with the negotiations.' She raised her skirt at the back.

He realised that I was trying to cut costs so said, 'Well David, of course it is often one of busiest nights of the year...'

'Kay please, if you wouldn't mind.' Kay standing next to Jane raised the back of her skirt to show another naked bum.'

'Ooooh and of course wine now is not so cheap.'

'Sue If you please,' Sue was next along the line. 

'Ooooh Well maybe we could just cut a bit of our profit margin.' 

I waited . 

'Well perhaps we could do it at very little profit.'

Still nothing. 

'Perhaps,' I said. 'You could use the evening as an opportunity to show the well known generosity of the Italian people?

'Okay, okay cost only.'

'Georgio thank you.' I said beaming.

'Your generosity to the church becomes you. Frannie please.'

'Oooooooh,' said Georgio as first Frannie raised her skirt to match the others and then bent forwards to touch her toes showing her labia thrusting between her bum cheeks. 

The other girls followed her example and together said 'Thank you Georgio', almost as if they had been practising. What a magnificent sight. 

'So Georgio,' said Pete. 'Practise what you preach 4 beers and 4 Margaritas for the girls. On the house please.'

Even Gabriella laughed as Georgio staggered around looking pale as he poured the drinks. He of course pushed our beers towards us and personally delivered the drinks to the girls, accepting a little kiss and patting a little bum. I can see why Jane had commented that she always felt he had more hands than most men.

Not unreasonably there were no more free drinks offered so I rounded everyone up after about twenty minutes, before any more locals came in, and shepherded them out to the car.

'Thank you so much Georgio. We will come round one evening and talk about the menu and the wine and the logistics. Thank you again. Ciao Bella.' This to his wife who was heading back towards the kitchens. 

'Si, si' said Georgio. 'I look forward to seeing more of you.' 

Sleazebag.

We piled back into the car in high spirits, particularly in my case as Sue sat on my lap grinding her pantieless crutch into my lap. 

None of us could wait to get home.

Back home the girls started preparing dinner as we men started on a few more beers in the basement. 

'So Pete, Giorgio seemed a little surprised to see us,' I started.

'Well,' he said. 'Maybe I exaggerated a little how important it was to go over and see him. But he did say that he might be able to do us a deal if all the girls were scantily clad. I guess I just embellished it a little.'

We all laughed and exchanged hi-fives.

The call went to eat so we trooped back upstairs to the kitchen where the food was laid out. We could hear the girls laughing as went upstairs so I was a little surprised to sit down to what seemed like a fairly tense atmosphere. 

The first thing I noticed was that someone had rubbed all the pancake make-up off Jane's SLUT words. 

We all sat around the kitchen table to eat but I noticed that all the girls were quick to ask Slut to get more drinks, pickles sauces or condiments from the cupboards. This involved a lot of reaching and bending and consequently a lot of flashing of her tits pussy and arse. 

I was quick to notice that while Jane's cheeks were red as if embarrassed her butt cheeks were also red as if she smacked a few times.

Sue explained it all as we were finishing the meal and sitting back

'David,' said Sue. ' I am afraid I had to smack your wife a few times while we were preparing the meal. I realised quite why she was getting the slut treatment after trying to seduce my husband by wearing only two items of clothing. Isn't that right slut.'




The New Church Roof Ch. 03



'Be my guest,' I said. 

Suddenly Jane said quietly, 'At least I could seduce him with my body unlike you who needs pretty lingerie to look attractive. Tart.'

I was horrified and looked aghast at Jane and then in horror at Sue as a plastic pot of coleslaw sailed towards Jane's tits. 

This was followed rapidly by the plastic saucer of mayonnaise being thrown back the other way again.

The four men stepped away from the table in horror as a food fight broke out. All four girls were involved in throwing flicking and slurping foods onto any available skin. Suddenly Kay and Frannie grabbed Sue, hauled her face down over the table and helped Jane cover her arse and pussy with ketchup. Then they grabbed Jane face up over the table and sloshed the remaining garlic butter all over her pussy. Kay and Frannie in turn were lifted onto the table and covered in mayonnaise ketchup or vinaigrette. 

We men realised that it was all a set up and quickly helped clear any breakable items out of the way freeing up the large table for anything further that was planned. 

Quickly the girls were stripping off their clothes. Admittedly that did not take long because they were not wearing much in the first place. 

They were soon laughing fit to bust, laying on the kitchen table, heads together, hands fondling each other covered in food. 

'Fuck me,' said Sue, quickly followed by the others. 'Fuck me Fuck me' was the chant.

Then chaos.

Danny of course was fine. He only wore a white coat and he quickly stripped it off and entered his wife Kay as she lay near him on the table.

I was the next quickest top react and of course only had Jane's favourite red satin knickers on below the corset. I was able to pull my cock through the leg and pushed straight into the nearest available slot. It happened to be Sue. Not that I had aimed for her of course. 

Evan was not a lot slower than me only removing his knickers from under his hooker outfit. He of course jumped on Jane leaving poor Pete struggling to get out of his Superhero costume and Frannie laying frustratedly waiting. 

It was a real slam, bam, thank you Mam fuck. There was no finesse and no foreplay. Sue and I played tonsil tennis as we fucked hard. She climaxed in moments. Judging by the noise so did everyone else. 

I came quickly after Sue had, filling her cunt with my juices. I had waited for her for a long time and this frenzied fucking, although fun, had not been exactly what I had in mind for her.

I raised her up.

'Okay guys there are four bathrooms here, one with each bedroom and one by the pool. Help yourself. We will meet you in the basement later. Help yourself to drinks. We are in the second bedroom bathroom.'

I pulled Sue behind me. I knew that Danny, Pete, Frannie and Kay must have known that Evan and I had switched partners but I was certainly not in the mood to discuss it. Jane and Evan were still laying wriggling against each other oblivious to all that was going on around them.

I guess they all knew that we would be in the second bedroom as well as the bathroom.

Sue certainly did. I am not sure who was dragging who but we quickly ended up in the shower with hot water pouring over our heads. Our hands were everywhere, as if we had never touched each other before. Our lips were locked which made breathing difficult under the pouring water.

Eventually we were kissed out and she sighed, 'At last.' This neatly encapsulated my own thoughts and we found ourselves just looking and smiling. My heart was beating with the certainty that we were going to make love again, properly and slowly this time on the bed. I reached for the soap and started to wash her down with my hands. She allowed me access to every cranny of her body. 

I soaped her hair with shampoo and then gave her the bottle to shampoo mine.

She followed my lead and soaping her hands rubbed every inch of my body. Her fingernail grazed my arsehole and my perineum, massaged my testicles and started to wank my rock hard dick. I don't think it had ever softened even after I came inside her on the table. 

Now clean I lifted her out of the shower and into the bedroom. The temperature was warm so I was not worried about catching a chill and I knew that we would dry in due course. I just threw a large towel over the bed, and then threw Sue over the towel.

I moved alongside her and kissed her lips, then her neck and then nibbled her ears. I nosed her armpits and snuffled around her breasts, delaying the moment when I actually licked and nipped her nipples between my teeth. 

She groaned in appreciation. I opened my mouth wide and sucked as much of her breast as I could inside my mouth, slowly allowing it out again bringing my teeth back again around her nipple. I bit hard enough to pull it towards me to receive yet another groan. I repeated the actions on her left breast as well. 

As much as I love Jane and her little A cups it is a fantastic change to have some decent size tits to play with. I knew I was smiling from ear to ear. 

My fingers were flickering down her body and my lips were not far behind. I kissed and grazed her sides above her hip bones before tonguing her neat little belly button. It seemed natural to roll down to Sue's holy grail, her pussy.

There was of course no hair except a one inch landing strip, neatly cut like the finest lawn. My tongue licked and rolled this tiny crew cut as I angled in on her vagina.

I moved under and between her legs widening them as I took in the view of paradise enfolding before me. 

Her naturally neat outer labia curled inviting outwards. Her love juices were beginning to trickle down from her pussy towards her neat darkly streaked arsehole.

Starting there with my tongue I mopped up any moisture with a broad sweep right up to, but not quite touching her clitoris. I grazed and snuffled my way back down though her now soaking inner and outer lips. I fingered her hole and nosed her bum. I lubricated my tongue with her moisture and used it to try entry into her rear tightly closed hole. I felt rather than heard her groan. She tried to relax for me and pushed her legs further apart, now practically horizontal. 

'David, God this is wonderful, but please don't tease me many more. Play with my clit and then fuck me quick. No slow. Oh god you know what I mean fuck me please. Ohhhh.'

This latter groan came as I licked her clit. I took her at her word and wasted no further time on her bum, I hoped that there would be more opportunities. 

I nosed her clit and tongued deeply into her sopping hole. 

'Fuck me David, please.'

I am not sure that I could have held out much longer anyway so pulling her legs onto my shoulders I bent her at the waist until her feet were now over her head. 

This put my cock directly at her entrance. I sank to my full length in one smooth glide. I punched with my hips, once, twice... ten, eleven, twelve. I knew I was getting out of control.

I lowered her legs back to the bed without removing my cock from her wonderful cunt. I wriggled and circled my hips using my length to titillate her passage and hopefully g spot. This seemed to work as her eyes rolled upwards and she started to come. I pushed as I ground my hips against her. I could feel her arousal dripping down my legs.

She pulled her legs tightly together increasing if possible the tightness of her hold upon my dick. 

Taking my weight entirely on my arms and knees I moved my cock slowly back and forth, gradually speeding up as she released herself again with another orgasm. This tipped me over the top and I came too, deep inside her, the final few thrusts grinding deeply hip to hip. 

We kissed slowly deeply and satisfyingly. 

We lay and wallowed in our mutual enjoyment. 

I think I started to go to sleep, but Sue was awake and aware that we had friends downstairs and partners possibly.

'I don't want to stop,' she said, 'but I think we ought to rejoin the others. Or at least see if they are still there.'

I nodded still speechless and careful not to say anything that I might later regret. After all I was married to Jane and despite this fantastic evening wanted to stay that way. 

'Of course, wait there I will get you a flannel.'

I slowly eased my way off Sue and the bed and went into the bathroom where I rinsed out a flannel and cleaned my now softened cock and flapping balls. 

Again I rinsed it with warm water and took the opportunity of a sly play with Sue's pussy, cleaning her from bum to clit and pushing a flannel covered finger deep inside her. Perhaps I shouldn't have tried to check whether she was now clean with my fingers, but I did and I felt my cock begin to rise again. 

'Stop that now,' she laughed. 'Look what you are doing to yourself, let alone what you are doing to me. If there is no-one there we can come back again,' she promised.

She pulled herself off the bed, kissed me and disappeared into the bathroom for long enough to let my cock ease back into at least a semi flaccid state.

I looked around for clothes before realising that we had none, and I did not want to go into my own bedroom to get something from the wardrobe in case Jane and Evan were still there. 

Sue having attended to her toilet and brushed her hair, looked lovely to me even without her make-up, but I could see that she was nervous about going back downstairs.

'Can you not go down and leave me here,' she pleaded. 'I have no clothes no make-up and the others, well they might call me the slut now after what we have been up to. You know Jane and Evan might not even have done it.' She looked at me in horror.

'Of course they did,' I said all practical now. They fucked as we did on the kitchen table, and while I accept that they may not have done it again, I would be surprised and frankly shocked. Come on, hold my hand and we will brazen it through. We might be first of course.'

Of course we were not first. Kay and Danny, Pete and Frannie were curled up with their own partners still on a couple of our sofas. Still naked I noticed with a fresh drink in their hands. 

They greeted us with catcalls of 'We know where you've been,' which I thought was childish but of course completely as I would have done myself if we had been there first. 

Luckily nobody called Sue a slut and I thought to myself that if my marriage to Jane was going to stay intact I had better stop calling her a slut, at least until we had made love and talked about it.

I went to get a couple of drinks and looked at the remnants of cloth that were left of our fancy dress packages. Nothing wearable. 

As I was getting the drinks I heard Jane and Evan coming down the stairs and poured a couple more.

They came into the lounge and I heard Evan say in a slightly forced voice, 'There, I told you no-one would have any clothes on. Take that robe off now.'

As I came back into the room I noticed he couldn't look me in the eye, but Jane could and did. She was glowing. I knew the signs. She had had a great fuck.

'Oh all right Evan, you were right.'

She dropped her robe and there we were all naked again. 

She came to me to take the wineglass and gave me a big kiss. 

Guilt? Maybe. Love? Maybe. 

It didn't matter. It was good and right and it was what I needed. 

From the corner of my eye I saw Sue go over to Evan and do the same.

Evan then looked over at me and winked. Well I guess we were all talking. 

It was the early hours by now so I wanted my home back. I wanted to fuck Jane and know that I was a better lover than Evan. She had to tell me so I rationalised, even if she didn't think so at this particular moment. I knew I had to be good to knock that smile off her face. 

'Right guys, I don't want to throw you out but...' I waited. 

They all laughed.

'But you do and we know why.'

'Okay guys don't get smart with me or we won't lend you any clothes to go home in.'

That wiped the smile off their faces. It was alright them sitting there laughing at us but we were going to get the last laugh.

'In fact,' said Jane, 'we are not going to lend you any anyway. Pete & Frannie, you have a car so can drive home naked. Sue and Evan, you live so close it doesn't matter. You will just have to run. So Kay. I guess you and Danny have a few blocks to do, but it is just bad luck. It is pretty dark and quiet, and you never know you might be able to get Pete to give you a lift. However if I were him...'

We all laughed. 

Kay took the bull by the horns. 

'Peeeete. We would rally like a lift and I would be very grateful. You know what I mean. Very grateful. Not as grateful as these two tarts have been, well not yet.'

Wooooah I didn't see that coming.

'But still pretty grateful. Perhaps if you took us both home and say, carried me into the house and you both came in I might be exactly as grateful as these two whores.'

Wow she was obviously feeling horny and perhaps a little jealous that they had not swapped earlier. 

'Well,' Jane said to Pete. 'There's an offer you can't refuse. Or can you Frannie?'

'I guess,' she said, 'that that's for us to know and you to find out. If you can. Anyway the next meeting is at our house so that you lot have the problem of getting home.' We all laughed.

And we never did find out how they finished the evening. We could make a pretty good guess but never knew for sure. They obviously swore an oath of silence.



The New Church Roof Ch. 04



Commitment

Well, the girls somehow sorted out the next evening we could get together would be the Saturday in a couple of week's time. 

We had a bit to do as this was only six weeks from the proposed dinner date. 

I went up to the hotel and agreed on a sample menu and on the wine selection. Georgio did us a really good deal at $75 a head to include all drinks. There would be a limited selection of three starters, three main courses and three deserts, beer wine bubbly and a few bottles of port. I was happy that this was a fantastic deal. It would also include all the tips as no one would be carrying any change around. The old joke about swiping credit cards down a pussy crack came to mind. After the mess that our kitchen had been left in I warned him about putting anything squashy or throwable on the plates.

Fran and Pete were a few years older than the rest of us, had nearly grown up children, although Frannie must have started early, and a bigger house than the rest of us. They said that they could happily accommodate twelve couples for the evening. Their children were going away for sleepovers with friends. Their basement bar and lounge was easily big enough to cope with two dozen people. The four girls parceled out the food between them. Pete worked for a drinks giant so could buy all his drink at cost. It seemed we had a party.

Each of the original couples had invited two more couples and we had arranged for Jim and Sonia and Slim and Agnetha. 

These were all church members in their thirties or early forties as indeed were everyone else's guests. We had told them a little of the plan. Just enough to whet their appetite I hoped. 

We had explained that it was an expensive night that would involve a fair amount of nudity. While we could not possibly say how the evening would end up we assured everyone that they would be able to pull out any time they reached their own personal boundaries. Nobody was going to force anyone to do anything they didn't want to. To that end we arranged safe words, even at this early stage. We told our guests that both on this Saturday evening and the night of the dinner if anyone used the words Red Light everyone in the vicinity must realise that that particular person felt that they wanted to stop what they were doing and go home. It was the responsibility of everyone around them to make them feel as comfortable about this decision as possible. Similarly Yellow Light would mean that they were coming close to their limits and they would like everybody to ease back a little. This reassured one or two of the couples, but invariably was the trigger for a few jokes or a bit of boasting along the lines of 'There is nothing going on here that I cannot handle. Handle this then.' 

We decided again to keep nudity this first evening down to a minimum in order to keep up the anticipation for the second night. 

We did have to introduce the concept however and to this end we built a small stage out of scaffold planks down one end of the room.

There was a good party going on. Everyone had had a bit to drink, the finger food and nibbles had been consumed and the music was cool. One or two couples had started dancing. It was about ten o'clock.

I turned the music off and asked for their attention.

It was left to Jane and I to explain the evening away. I guess we were the ones that had done most of the work on it. 

We firstly explained the principle aim. To raise some money and have a good time. 

It was our belief that a lot of people in this room and in our community would probably pay a lot of money for something that they would probably never be able to do again. 

People nodded wisely. 

As gently as possible I explained that that meant for the first and probably last time, seeing all your friends naked. 

Everyone laughed. 

'I would go further than that' I said. '$1000 is a lot of money.' That caused a few pursed lips, whistles and nods. 'I would expect for that money, not only to get a full dinner and all my drinks but to see my friends naked. All my friends. And flirt with them and dance with them. That is what we are offering Ladies and Gentlemen. But you don't have to agree this second. Let us start with a little entertainment that hopefully will whet your appetite.' 

'My lovely assistants,' and here I pointed out Jane, Frannie and Kay 'will pass among you distributing a piece of paper each. The men's sheet has a list of the four girls you see in front of you and the ladies receive a list of these three studs behind me . Oh and me.'

I was pleased to hear a little laughter, The room had gone a bit tense. 

'What you don't know, but I do, is that all four of these gorgeous ladies are wearing only four items of clothing each. Similarly we four men are wearing four items as well. On those pieces of paper I would like you to write the number one two three or four, against a name. Only using each number once. What you are doing is voting to say how many pieces of clothing that person should remove.

There was a buzz of noise which got louder until I decided to firstly make a joke and secondly offer the first chance of a pull back.

'Those mathematicians amongst you will quickly realise that two of us, one male and one female, will end up naked. One will end up with one item of clothing, one with two and one with three still. Relatively dressed even. This is the opportunity for anybody disliking the idea of seeing a couple of us naked to leave, If you do so I would ask that you do not tell your friends, and in particular the pastor about our idea to raise a lot of money. After all that is still the main objective.'

I waited a couple of seconds. 

'Well, you are still all here then. In that case get filling in those forms. We haven't got all night.' I breathed a sigh of relief. We had not lost anybody. 

The forms were quickly filled in and passed back to Jane who sorted out the votes for the girls and handed them to Pete. He and Danny started adding up the votes, as Jane and Frannie did for the boys. 

I watched for a couple of minutes until it appeared that Pete and Franny were both ready. 

'Ladies and gentlemen, we have a result.'

Pete passed me his summary sheet. 

An excited babble ensued. They expected me to read them out.

'Ladies, would you join me on the stage please?' 

The four girls formed a row on one side of the stage. Gentlemen, if we perhaps stand this side. The guys followed. 

I felt like the announcer from the America's Got Talent program when I said, 'and so, in no particular order, Jane, would you stand forward and remove an article of clothing please.'

There was a hush as she stepped to the front and middle and slowly unbuttoned the half a dozen buttons on her blouse, teasingly slowly exposing her little bra covered titties.' 

A loud cheer rent the room. 

Jane stood there with her bit of paper. I moved back into line.

'Also in no particular order, Pete will you join me please.'

Pete also teasingly took off his shirt, ending with a stripper whirl and throw. 

I then called Frannie, Sue and Kay, interspersing them between myself Danny and Evan. There were no surprises amongst the men who all took off their shirts to leave themselves bare chested. We had considered various clothes to wear and decided eventually on shirt, trousers , socks and boxers, and would take them off in that order. 

I guess the girls had not discussed it as I was interested to see that two of the girls were wearing dresses. Both Frannie and Sue took off their dresses to leave themselves in bra, panties and stockings.

And now Ladies and Gentlemen the second round, which, we hope we will make even more interesting. Myself and Jane will now have the opportunity this round to remove the article of clothing from the person called forward. This will also be an option on the night. We will auction the right for a select number of people to stand on the stage and help the individuals off with their clothes. How much will that be worth gentlemen?'

'Ladies are you ready? Kay will you step forward please?'

Kay stepped forward and I unbuttoned her skirt, eased the zip and lowered it slowly to the ground ostentatiously rubbing my hands down her back and front as I lowered it. She was left in a beautiful skimpy bra and panties. I should have realised, that without even talking about it these girls had a competition going on with the unknown, as yet, answers to a number of questions. . Who could look the best? Who would win the men's vote to take most articles off? Would it indicate maybe who had the most, or least friends? 

The girl's vote was in Jane's hand. 

Jane removed my trousers, then Jane lost her skirt, and Evan his trousers.

I was left with Frannie and Sue both already in their underwear.

'So Ladies and Gentlemen I am left with Franny and Sue, one of whom will lose another item of clothing and one of whom will be able to leave the stage.'

I paused as if waiting for a drum roll. 

'Sue you may leave the stage.' 

To cries of shame and 'get 'em off', Sue happily waved to our guests and walked off stage still wearing all her underwear. 

'Well Ladies and Gentlemen I have a dilemma that you will not get on the night. Which item of clothing shall I remove? Of course on the night of the party everything will come off anyway so only the order is important. Tonight, well what shall it be?'

I listened to the shouts knowing, as did Frannie what was to come off. I played to the crowd. 

'Will it be her stockings.' I ran my hands over her legs. The cheers and catcalling started. I listened with a hand to my ear.

'Oh, surely not, her panties. Surely too early.' As I ran my hands over her panties I was intrigued to feel a wet spot. ' I think her bra.'

I made a point of pulling out the front supposedly looking for a front fastener before undoing the clip on the back, holding the cups firmly in both hands and gently lifting them, away from her body and over her arms.'

Jane repeated the decision process with Pete and Danny before sending Pete back to the floor and removing Danny's trousers. I wondered whether she really had to stroke his tumescent cock so obviously.

'I started again so Ladies and Gentlemen I have only three girls left from whom to remove two items of clothing. Jane please step forward. 

In just her bra and panties I had a decision to make. I suspected that she so hated her tiny tits that she would probably prefer me to remove her panties. That thought decided me. I opened her bra and with a flourish introduced her tiny titties to the real world. She went red particularly as I flicked her extremely sensitive nipples and they shot up like acorns. 

She gave me a dirty look. 

She called Danny next and made the audience laugh as she declined to touch Danny's socks, and made him take his own off. 

'Well again I have two girls left one of whom can stand down. Will it be Kay or Frannie. Drum roll please- Kay please sit down. Frannie come up here again please.

What do you think guys, stockings or panties? Well I knew what the guys wanted. I could hear it loudly.

'Just as I thought. Stockings,' Followed by groans and boo's.

'Come on guys, they are ladies after all.' 

I knelt on the floor in front of her, side on to the audience and slowly peeled her hold-ups down her legs. This really was quite erotic. I could smell that Franny was as turned on as I was. We received loud applause.

I stepped back to let Jane take centre stage again. I noticed her nipples were still erect. 

So Jane was left with Evan and I, and the vote was Evan you may leave the floor. 

I would surely suffer now as Jane took off, or possibly would decline to take off my socks. 

She teased the audience asking the girls which item of clothing they wanted off. Of course she got the wrong answer, boxers... boxers... boxers. She made them laugh by looking down the front, laughing and holding up her fingers to indicate a small cock. These were all friends of ours. They knew we were married. 

I was however shocked when she chose 'BOXERS' cried 'lets see the meat girls' and quickly jerked down my boxers. I was fairly hard, hard enough as it seems to get a few whistles and 'wows'. I was reasonably happy with my reception but at this stage but would rather have lost my socks. I probably felt more embarrassed having to wear them. 

I hadn't left centre stage of course so called Jane and Frannie either side of me to remove the last item. I was going to milk this and I did flicking nipples, making them turn and touch their toes, and rolling my hands over their derrieres.

I am sure that Jane was hoping to stay and take her clothes completely off, like the exhibitionist little slut that she was turning into. She wouldn't be looking forward to the teasing that she knew I would be giving her. 

But I didn't have the choice. Frannie was the people's choice so Jane left the stage.

'So Ladies and Gentlemen, no decisions to make. No time to waste.

I turned her around and slowly peeled her panties over her bottom, using my right arm to bend her forward slightly. I stopped the panties at the bottom of the cheeks and turned her back to the front. The elastic at the front was just about where her pubes should have been, had she had any. 

I lowered them to the floor to a huge cheer. These guys were getting in to it. 

I applauded her off the stage and left Jane to come back and sort us out. I think I assumed that because I had already been stripped Danny would be the one sitting down. It was not to be. 

Jane pulled him forward, pulled open his boxers and had a rummage around, pretending to the audience that there was nothing to find. This particularly amused the men, but it did give Jane the chance to play with and firm up his cock. Not, if it was anything like mine that it needed firming. 

She eventually pulled them down to huge applause. I know there weren't any rules but somehow I felt she was cheating exposing both of us. And making me leave my socks on. 

Anyway there I was back centre stage again. It was time to move on to what may prove to be the harder part of the evening. 

Ladies and Gentlemen I hope you have enjoyed the first part of this evening's entertainment. It is now your turn to entertain us. 

We have taken the liberty of entering your names, eight men and eight women on two more sheets of paper and would ask you to vote again, as you did last time, for four of each to perform a similar strip. That is out of eight ladies the four gathering the most votes will each lose one item three will lose two, two will lose three, and one will end up naked. Similarly the men. That's only fair. But it does give you the opportunity to leave before anyone votes if you do not fancy the idea of becoming naked. I hope however that anyone who does leave feels just a little guilty that they have watched the eight of us strip first. 

I would also ask that the four selected in each case think about what they are wearing and adjust to four items please. Or less of course. We all laughed. As if. 

It was really quite funny. You could see the consternation. People were not expecting to get naked. In the words of the lottery advertisement, 'It could be you.'

You could see husbands and wives talking with their eyes while delaying writing on their forms. One or two couples actually got together and you could see whispered conversations going on. 

Eventually nobody left and the forms were completed. At last, I guess with the confusion around and the enforced wait my cock had gone down to its regular size. The ladies in the front row were not watching me quite as intensely.

It took Pete and Danny and Sue and Jane a short while to add up all the votes and bring me the two slips with the new totals of whom they wished to see naked.

'Ladies and Gentlemen, again in no particular order, the moment of truth. The four girls I want to see up here on stage are Agnetha, Paula, Diane and Philippa. There were assorted cheers, shocked looks and furtive glances. The girls were making a good job of looking like they did not want to be there. I saw Philippa shrug at her husband as if to say, I didn't want to do this but...'

'Ladies perhaps the four of you could pop out of the room for a moment or two while I am sorting out the men and just make sure you have the right number of clothes on.' 

Personally I was delighted. The men's vote was strongly influenced by attractiveness and all of the girls were good looking. Agnetha, a tall blonde rangy and fleshy. I wondered whether as a Swede she had less inhibitions. Paula was Latin looking, possibly Philippino, about 5ft 6 with a stunning body. 

Diane was one of only two afro-caribbean girls here and the captain of the church netball team. Hot. The final pick, Philippa, I suspect would have given herself four points if she could have done. She was a little older but still a cracker. I would have described her as a chilli pepper. Again a latino background, but wearing fuck-me shoes and a really pretty quite demure lace dress. She had a great rack and was not afraid to point it up. She always looked up for it and she and her husband were regularly the subject of rumours of her infidelity. 

The girls disappeared and I asked for hush. There was a frisson of giggling from the girls. 

Would the following men come forward please, Joe, Slim, Dario and Jack?

Jack was Diane's husband and I am sure all the women's first choice. He was a really good-looking black guy, big with a six pack from the gym. I am sure they all wanted to find out whether he had a big cock. Slim, whose name really was Slim, was exactly as his name suggested. Slim as whip-cord and always looked taut. The women would want to try and tame him. Dario and Joe were almost identical, good-looking all-american boys, Joe even sported a crew-cut. Both I suspect in their late 20s, early 30s. Dario, possibly even early 20s, slightly latin looking, was the second husband of Joanna, who must have been at least fifteen years older than him. While not quite a toy-boy, he was working that way. I could see his appeal. 

'Gentlemen do you need to go outside to arrange your clothing? They all laughed and slipped their shoes off against the wall. Slim pulled off his socks. 

The girls trooped back and we were off. 

I called the girls one by one. 

Agnetha offered me her shoes, as did Paula. Diane took off her blouse, to reveal a pair of small but beautifully covered breasts. She wore a delightful lace bra which more than hinted at the aureolas but definitely delineated the firm nipples. Big nipples and hard. 

Philippa offered me one shoe, which initially I accepted. The room rang out with boos as people shouted, unfair, shoes are one item. 

I wasn't about to make a fuss but Philippa seemingly goodnaturedly smiled and offered the other one as well. In the back of my mind I started to wonder what she had under that dress. I knew I was going to see one more round because I had the slip of paper in front of me telling me that eventually she would lose two items. I suspected that she had no bra on as I could see she was wearing stockings or tights. Perfect. I certainly was not going to give her the option of giving me her stockings and leaving her dress on. My brain began to perceive a rule change coming up.

'Gentlemen would you all like to come up here and remove one item.'

I thought I had better move things along so gave them for this first item the opportunity to strip as a group. 

They did, all taking their shirts off and we were back to leg two of our little game.

'I will make a small change in the rules here mainly because I mentioned the opportunity to outbid your friends for the ability to choose the item of clothing and help them off with it. I would now like to give you all the chance of wielding a little of that power.




The New Church Roof Ch. 04



So I will call the first lady, nominate the item and assist her. She in turn will do that to the next guy and then it follows on. Happy?'

I did not give them the chance not to be. Who was going to quibble at this point?

'Firstly the lady who may sit down now is .. Diane.' A small polite round of applause as would decorate any announcement. The vultures could see raw meat about to be dangled before them. They were not interested in the ones who would get away. And our first lady is... Philippa.' She came up smiling and held my hand. A nice touch. I wondered whether it was to stop me feeling her butt.

'Well guys it looks like the choice I know is available is between her dress and her stockings. With only three items left of course I have no way of guessing what that other item is, so rather than be rude and ask, and possibly make my choice more difficult I will go with the dress please Philippa.'

I thought she looked a little pale and said quietly, 'Are you sure you don't want my tights? Silly me, I thought she was being nice offering me the opportunity to touch her a little more. 

I shook my head, turned her around and ran the long zip down from the neck to the top of her bottom. I felt rather than saw Sue come up behind me to stop this lovely dress from being thrown onto the floor. 

I turned Philippa back to the front and dropped the dress off her shoulders. It plummeted to the floor.

'OMG' 

I try not to blaspheme around church people but this was the best I could manage. 

All she had on was a completely transparent net body-stocking which far from covering her amazing boobs actually emphasised them You could see every little lump bump and hump. Wow

What was not particularly obvious to me standing beside her was that the body-stocking was open around the crotch, presumably for sanitary reasons. Maybe other reasons, who knows? Whatever, her pudenda stuck through the neatly embroidered hole, which went under her legs and reappeared framing her butt-crack and arsehole.'

She hadn't said a word except 'are you sure you don't want my tights?'

The audience was stunned and silent before a huge male roar burst out. 

Philippa looked at me. 'Come on then. Cat got your tongue. Who do I get to undress next?'

'You're right of course. I'm sorry. I should have moved on.' 

'Gentlemen, would Slim like to sit down. The others remain standing please. Philippa help yourself.'

She called forward young Dario, looked him up and down and looked back at the ladies.

'Ladies I do not think we want to hang around longer than we need to, do we? Trousers it is.'

She undid his belt and made a meal of opening his zip, before pulling his jeans to the floor to expose a nicely tented pair of boxers. Somehow while helping him she managed to grope the front of his boxers turning the tent to a marquee.

I escorted her to the back of the makeshift stage leaving Dario to choose either Agnetha or Paula.

Agnetha got the nod, came forward and Dario started the long, and in his case slow job, of undoing about thirty buttons running down the full length of the front of her dress. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him reach her waist from the top and then start again from the bottom up. He was enjoying himself. 

This gave me the opportunity to offer my apologies to Philippa.

'I am so sorry that I didn't hear your warning about taking the tights. I really hope I did not embarrass you too much. I have to say I think you look stunning..' She really did.

'You silly boy. I only said that so that I could tell me husband how I tried to keep my clothes on.' She winked. 'Unfortunately,' she pouted 'you were too macho and I had to give in to your will. Do you not think if I had been really worried I would have fought a little harder for my other shoe? Anyway think about it, if you had agreed my tights I would have had to have taken my dress off first.'

I gave her a big kiss, forgetting that we were both naked. My cock, now aroused again, almost found its own way into her pussy. She looked upset that it hadn't. I hurried back to the front of the stage where Dario was just finishing and going off.

Agnetha called Jack and removed his trousers to much approval and noise. They made a great looking couple as extremes of blonde and black. Jack called the last choice Paula and removed her beautiful black cocktail dress to reveal a pair of DD tits a g-string and hold-ups. Another wow was heard from the guys. 

She then called Joe and unsurprisingly also removed his trousers. 

'That was the end of round two so onto Round three without delay.' I announced.

I brought the three girls back centre stage knowing that I was going to lose Philippa. Bringing her back centre stage gave her another opportunity to flaunt it. Let's face it she looked more naked with that body-stocking on than she would without it. Had we carried on another round with her it would have just spoiled our chances of seeing one of the other lovely bodies.

'So with regret we have to say goodbye to ...Philippa for the next round. Joe would you like to choose a young lady and an item of apparel please. 

Joe selected Agnetha and I could see was having a tough decision between her bra and her panties. The gentleman in him, and the fact that she had magnificent tits led him towards the bra, the chance of a fondling and the holy grail that we all wanted to see led him towards her panties. 

He moved forward checked the front of the bra for an opening, yeah right, and flipped the clasp at the back to a deep round of applause. They were really were a lovely pair. I would never see her across a pew again in the same light. 

I brought forward Joe, Jack and Dario and with regret lost Joe. 

'Agnetha, your choice please. Last time I remember you chose Jack. Who will it be this time.' 

I knew the result, who was going to be last and this was a fairly subtle way, I thought of getting Dario into the action. He was wearing a tight vest which really showed off his musculature and a slip, tight almost thong-like girly pants, bulging at the front. 

My hint worked and she chose Dario. 

She pulled him forward and ran her hands over his chest and six pack as if trying to decide. Her hands continued to run lower until they slipped inside his pants as if to straighten up his cock. She managed this so succesfully that the top of his cock flipped out of his pants to a girly giggle from the audience. 

'Oh well,' she said. 'While it is here already we may as well see it all.' 

She dropped his jockeys to the floor to a roar of approval. 

The girls were taking no prisoners. 

'Dario your remaining partner is Paula.' 

As Agnetha left the stage Paula came up and gave Dario a big kiss. Her hand dropped to his dick for a quick squeeze possibly unnoticed by most of the audience as she stood on tiptoes in front of him. 

I separated them and stood in the middle holding the piece of paper with the men's order of leaving the competition where hopefully she would see it. I knew that she was the eventual ladies 'winner' and that Jack was going to 'win' the men's group. This meant that when she got to choose Jack's garment in the next round, she could leave his boxers in the knowledge that someone would get him next round. I was careful not to show her who would be the last lady standing. 

Dario was also a relative gentleman, opening Paula's bra with one hand while not being shy about squeezing her nipples with the other. 

'And almost finally, Paula choose an item of clothing from Jack.' 

You could hear the cry from the ladies. It was like a wrestling match. The girls were chanting 'BOXERS, BOXERS'. All decorum abandoned. I wondered whether Paula had seen my paper or whether peer pressure would get to her. 

She squeezed up close and pulled away the top of his boxers to peep in. Her lips made an ooooh motion and she put a finger to her lips in wonderment, as she played to her audience. You could see the front of his boxers begin to swell as Jack thought about exposing himself to the baying crowd. 

She grabbed the base of his shirt and pulled it over his head to a round of booing. She had seen the paper, I thought to myself. 

'The final round,' I announced.

'Between, the ladies Paula and Agnetha and the men Dario and Jack.' 

They all came forward. It was fascinating that not one of them appeared at all shy about taking off all their clothes, not that Dario had a lot left on anyway. They were I think looking forward to 'winning'

'Ladies the last lady standing is...' the obligatory mind driven drum roll, 'Paula. Thank you Agnetha. A big hand please.'

She certainly got a big hand from me. My left one, squeezing her butt cheeks, my fingers deep in her crack, as she left the stage.

'I think I should at this stage announce the men's winner as well and we can then leave them to remove the last vestiges of their clothing.

The last man standing is ... Jack.'

He raised his arms in a victory salute, and shook hands with Dario as if about to receive a trophy. 

Jack and Paula moved together and gave each other a sloppy kiss, to a chorus of 'oohs', from the audience. 

'Ladies first,' he said laughing and she turned and face the front.

He insinuated his fingers into her crotch from behind and took a firm grip on the gusset of her panties after presumably soaking his fingers and knuckles in her sopping pussy. Even I could smell her from where I stood at the back of the stage. He slowly pulled them down and suddenly with a flourish they were around her knees and then puddled on the floor, She exposed a couple of square inches of dense black curly muff, trimmed down to the top of lips but bare everywhere else. 

She quickly turned to him, as if eager to get his cock out. 

She put her hand down under the waistband and rummaged for a few moments. She must have been groping his testicles or even running her fingers along his perineum, as her arm was in his boxers right up to the elbow. Slowly she pulled her arm up and for a few more moments wanked his dick, as if bringing it to life. Some chance of it needing that.

Eventually she looked up and said 'Ladies, what you have been waiting for.' She dropped his boxers to the floor. 

It was a good size. No who am I kidding it was a very good size. Bigger than any of the others tonight but yet not pornstar big. I had seen in the locker rooms at Uni some sprinters and basket-ball players who would have made this look average, but they had trouble getting laid. They frightened the girls. Judging from the reactions of the ladies in the audience this was mouth-wateringly big. The girls in the room screamed with the fulfilment of seeing it and yet the desire to hold it. 

I stepped forward thankfully now flaccid and therefore not in competition. 

The big speech, I thought. This is the one that makes or breaks the dinner.

'Ladies and Gentlemen. Please give a hand to our worthy winners.' An apt word bearing in mind the impression I was trying to give.

'I hope you have enjoyed this evening as much as I have.' 

A huge roar rent the room.

'Now you see why I think we can make a success of our fund raising evening. I make no bones about the fact that this will be an expensive evening. It is up to you to get value for money from it.'

This caused laughter and a few nudges. 

'Our intention is to hold a proper dinner dance at the Spring Falls Hotel. Giorgio will do the catering at a substantial discount to his normal prices. 

The meal will be a buffet and you will all help yourself to drinks so that no serving staff will see you.' 

I explained the rest. 'I expect the evening to start as this one has done, except that everyone will remove all of their clothes. We will then have a few warm up games and then sit down for dinner. We will then hope to have an auction of promises and dancing. We would ask you to arrange taxis for 1a m. What you do after that and where you do it is up to you. 

At this stage I would ask you to invite more couples. This only works with couples. We are not planning a sex-club where anything goes. I would be horrified if anything happened that damaged your existing relationships, so you need to talk this through with each other over the next few days. If you are still happy we would ask you to choose three more couples each to invite. You must handpick these people carefully. With the best will in the world we would ask you not to submit gay or lesbian couples which would imbalance the sexes, nor people that you know have strange quirks, for example masochistic or sadistic tendencies.'

I needed a joke to lighten this I felt.

'If you do know anybody like this perhaps you could give me their number later.'

Huge nervous laughter greeted this sally. 

'If you look around you can see that you are all effectively handpicked. You are youngish or merely act childish in some cases.'

Another giggle.

'You are attractive, flirty and energetic normal people. That is the sort of people we would like you to invite. It will also help if they have money to blow on a good evening and a great cause. You can invite family and friends. It does not have to be people inside the church. In fact I would positively ask you to look outside the church. With few exceptions many of the churchgoers not here would be embarrassed by the evening planned. Including the pastor. Please therefore keep this as quiet as possible. There are twelve couples here so if each couple invites three more couples we will be at ninety six people and have a realistic chance of making over $100,000.'

Cries of astonishment. 

'I would ask you to submit the names of the couples you would like to invite to Jane and I in the next couple of days, not for any form of negative vetting, but for the reason that we do not want invitations duplicated. They should be hard to get.'

There were nods of agreement.

'We plan to have four long tables of twenty four people, which means for you as individuals and your six guests most will all be sat at separate tables. Effectively there will be two of your party on each table. Unless you specifically ask I will put spouses on separate tables. I know they say 'What goes on in Vegas...' but we will all be in the same room. As I said this is not an invitation to a sex club. But there will be naked dancing, and probably naked fondling. Enjoy. That is what you came for. We are not going to impose any restrictions on the evening. You are all sensible adults and know what impropriety means. 

Perhaps someone can explain it to me later. You also know what value for money means.'

Huge laughter followed these two jokes.

'I think that is about it. I do hope that it was a good evening, and ... value for money. What am I saying, it didn't cost you a bean, although we will be asking for ticket money a week in advance. There is also a box by the front door for donations for working capital, hall decorations etc. 

It is about 12.15 now. I have promised our kind hosts Frannie and Pete that we would vacate by 1o'clock. There will be dancing until then. The bar is obviously still open. Those people, shall we say slightly underdressed like myself, I would ask if you will stay that way. Those thinking of disrobing to join them, I would ask if you would refrain. This is a teaser evening. I would like you to want to come back to see the rest of you naked. If you have any further questions please contact Jane, Sue Evan or myself. Thank you for coming.'

My head was spinning. I had spoken without notes. Had I remembered everything? One hopefully minor omission was to thank the rest of the organising committee and particularly Pete and Frannie for their house for the evening. 

I apologised to Frannie.

'You're kidding me right,' said Frannie. We all laughed. 'I would have paid good money to see some of these guys getting their kit off. In fact where is the donation box.' 

She patted herself down as if looking for a pocket and money.

We decided to mingle and as you can imagine those of us underdressed, as I had put it, were popular dance partners. 1 o'clock came and we said a fond goodnight to the last of the guests. 

Evan was chortling over the fact that we had just over $4,500 in the kitty from effectively eight other couples. That showed great promise for the evening to come.



The New Church Roof Ch. 05



Final planning and yet more sex.

Well after that evening we knew we had to do it. 

The days were full of people ringing with their lists of invitees. We would take them and check them off against the master list to make sure that no-one else was going to invite them first. We also asked them to have a reserve list, which they could check at short notice if they got refusals.

We had a tricky timing problem now. It was about 7 weeks to the event, do we tell people immediately and hope that no-one gossips about it, or leave it to nearer the day and risk people being booked up.

We decided that it would be hard to free people up at short notice but compromised by printing out on a home computer the invitation which would say on the bottom, 'As a practicality please only discuss this party with the people who invited you. It is inevitable that if people gossip about it, expectations and gossip will soar and before you know it there will be some people who may know little about it but rumours, that will disapprove and will put pressure on us to cancel it. Others may be disappointed that they have not been invited. Discretion gets over both of these problems.'

The invite would give the reason for the party in big letters with the words 'give generously' just below it plus the date, time and venue. RSVPs by email please to speed the process along. Last but not least the dress code. 'Dress - to impress, and undress.' 

The eight of us who were organising things did not have the opportunity to get together for another couple of weeks, so we arranged a couple of Saturday nights, the first in November and the week before the 'do'.

The invitations were out. And two weeks later we had not heard a word coming back to us through the grapevine. 

The second wave of invitations had also gone out to replace people who had turned down the first one. We were delighted that without exception we understood that no-one had turned it down on moral grounds. A few couples on financial and some who were already booked up with things they really could not cancel. 

I was quite surprised to note that a few early middle-aged couples had invited sons and daughters with their partners. It worried us enough to send around a note putting an age limit of 21 on the event. 

That saved any problem over the alcohol being served but also kept it adult on a moral basis. It did mean that there were at least half a dozen attractive young girls being invited, so I was happy. Oh and their partners I guessed. That would keep the wives happy. 

The eight of us met at our house on the Saturday in early November.

We laid out a table full of drinks, stocked the fridge full of beer and white wine and laid out another table full of snacks and little bites.

'This lot will have to keep you busy all evening,' Jane said. 'We have a lot to discuss.'

We started planning the evening, from soup to nuts, as someone described it. 

Taxis would arrive between 7.00 and 7.15 and everyone had to be in the party room with a drink in their hand by 7.30. 

I would be MC again and Evan treasurer. It would be his job for the first part of the night to collect any money due apart from the tickets, which would be paid in advance. He would also have to collect at a later date the money for auction prizes. Guests would be asked to bring with them enough money for raffle prizes. We would also circulate people in advance and ask for suitable gifts for the auction. The tickets would be sold as they first walked in the door so that they did not have to keep a lot of money on them. We would also take signed IOUs, and ask their hosts to collect the money later. 

The next thing was the un-dressers. How would that work?

We had agreed to auction the positions of un-dressers. As MC I would start it off to show everyone what would happen. The logic would be that four highest bidding men and four women would buy the opportunity to undress twelve other people. I would stay up on stage to hurry things along.

I would first auction the places and select one each of the buyers. They would help undress each other and then another eleven of the opposite sex, at the same time as each other. Lets face it all the men will be watching the undressing of the ladies and the ladies will all be watching the men. It would speed things up to have it happen at the same time. We didn't want to be doing it all night. We would be allocating table places and the undressers would, effectively, undress the opposite sex on their table and one other. Coat hangers and coat racks would be supplied to take the clothes. We would then hand over to the next pair of bidders and so on down the line. We would leave an hour for undressing and if it was quicker than that we would have some silly games ready. Drinks would be self-service at all times from a bar at the end of the room. The meal would be organised for 8.45 to give everyone a chance to sit down. 

We had changed the layout so that there were eight long tables of twelve. Jane would do a table plan available at the door. Each of the dozen original chosen couples had invited another three couples each. Eight people. That meant that every one of that eight could be seated on a separate table, making the flirting easier. There would be no worrying that your partner, or any of your invited guests might be sitting next to you. For the undressing I would ask people to come up in their tables, two tables at a time, twelve men, twelve women, twenty four in all. I would have men to one side of the stage, girls on the other and get them to come up one by one to the middle. I would just have to hope that there was one auction buyer from each pair of tables. It was never going to happen exactly like that so after eleven I would pass the last one over to someone else and let them join up with their table a moment or two later. 

It had been decided that there was to be no choice of starter so the Parma ham and melon starters would be on the tables to start with and everyone would queue to serve themselves their choice of main meals and desserts. The men on each table would be responsible for keeping the wine and soft drinks flowing on the tables. 

Kay who was pretty musical would provide an MP3 player to plug into Georgio's amp and speakers with dance music, starting two fast and one slow, merging into eventually one of each and then all slow. The music would finish at twelve thirty, taxis to arrive no later than 1.00.She would provide another MP3 of background music for the stripping and over dinner. We would need no more than three hours of dance music with the last hour and half all slow. 

Sue would organise the raffle and solicit prizes. Raffle tickets would be sold strictly in the first half hour while people were dressed and the raffle drawn quietly, but by a couple of people who had not been on the organising committee, while the dancing was taking place. Prizes would be collected from a table by the door on the way out. 

The last item we had to discuss was the auction of promises.

We needed to keep it fairly short so as not to take up too much of the evening, but if it was done right it could be a big money spinner.

It was probably around midnight before we got our teeth into the problem.

It had been suggested that we ask each of the dozen couples if they could come up with an auction promise.

'The problem with that,' said Frannie, 'is that we will not be able to stop lame prizes being offered.'

'Or maybe even downright perverted ones,' said Evan. 'Can you imagine pulling one of the prizes and telling the donor that it was perverted. Suppose I offered to bath a family's children every night for the next week and they had a ten year old girl.'

We laughed but I did start to worry, less about the prize than about Evan. 

'The other way,' I said, 'is if we offered eight prizes, one from each of us. What about that? Would we all be happy to do something?'

They mulled it over quietly. 

'I guess I would,' said Frannie 'providing it wasn't too outrageous. I wouldn't offer to be a sex slave for a week.' 

Three of us desperately started scrabbling for money, shouting out numbers, one thousand dollars and then two thousand dollars.

Frannie laughed. 'Dream on guys, for Brad Pitt maybe, for you guys it would have to be a lot more than that.'

'Well how about we come up with eight prizes that we can all agree on, four for the girls and four for the boys and each draw one out of a hat to see who does it,' said Jane.

We thought about it and agreed that this was the only logical solution. It had the added advantage as none of us were particularly rich, that we did not have to be seen bidding for our own prizes. 

We came up with a few suggestions like gardening in the nude but could find nothing that we were all comfortable with. Still we had seven weeks.

By now we were organised out. We were at risk of making bad decisions as we were getting tired of thinking.

'Right,' I said. 'That was the hard part of the evening. How about a game of cards?'

The idea was quickly acclaimed, I went to open a couple more bottles and Jane went to get a couple of packs.

'What are we playing,' I said. 

'Nothing too complicated,' said Kay. 'I do not have the ability to remember tonight whether a straight beats three of a kind and if I have to take my clothes off I don't trust you guys to be honest with me. I might as well take them all off now'

We all laughed, if only that Kay had straight away unwittingly set the targets. We were playing for clothes. 

'How about something really simple,' I suggested.' We deal out two packs between the eight of us and each take it in turns to lay a card.

If you lay the same card as the person before you, you take off a piece of clothing. Usual rules, shoes and jewellery don't count, socks and stockings are one item. 

We will worry about what happens next when the first person is naked. 

This was agreed and we started. It actually was slower than I expected but we managed to play fairly quickly slapping the cards down in rapid succession until someone got caught. It ended up with Jane being the first to completely disrobe, probably because like the earlier time she was not wearing a lot of clothes. She was only wearing a shirt, panties and shorts and all the rest of us had a least four items on.

'Dares?' Evan suggested leering a little. Well it was getting late. 

'I know,' said Jane. 'I have bought a pack of 'adult dare cards' off the internet. They sold it as a game to spice up your evenings apparently.

She rushed off, her little bum twinkling as she ran.

'Okay,' she said breaking open the pack. 'You can see I do not know what they say I have never opened them, although I did think about it. They may be very lame of course.'

'I'll bet you did,' said Danny. 'Was it lying on your bed one afternoon with your fingers playing idly with your ...'

'Danny. Stop that,' said Kaye. 'Don't bring us ladies down to your base level. I'll have you know ladies don't do that sort of thing.'

'Actually,' admitted Jane to laughter, 'that was almost exactly the scenario. The only reason that I did not open them was that they are supposed to be in an ascending order of strength and I wasn't sure whether I would get them back in the right order.'

Even Kay had to admit that while she didn't go to bed every Saturday afternoon when Danny played golf, it had been known. 

We pulled all the 1s 2s 3s and 4s out of the regular pack in order that the naked loser could turn over both the dare card and if it involved another person one from the 1 to 4 pack to count clockwise around the opposite sex.

Jane picked up the first of the dare cards. 'Oh, lose an item of clothing. That's no good. The second one is the same. Hang on let me go through them quickly. Don't worry I will not look at the ones that stop saying remove an article.'

She quickly discarded about half the pack.

'Right this one is kiss a member of the opposite sex for 2 minutes, and remove an article of clothing. We can just ignore anything that it says about clothing.'

She quickly turned over one of the numbered regular cards and received a 2 to laughter.'

'Come on then kiss your husband, ha ha. See how you like that! That will teach you to wear less than the rest of us,' Said Frannie.

She had noticed too. 

'So what's wrong with me anyway,' I laughed. 'Come here Jane kiss me and prove them wrong.' 

We played on for a while until we were all naked and had all had the opportunity to fondle breasts, or at least nipples in the case of the girls. 

The cards moved up a notch, or should I say down a notch. 

There were about eight fondle 'penis and testicles or vulva' for two minutes followed by another eight instructing us to fondle in the same way but also insert a finger into the other persons anus.

As you can see they were not each exactly original but they were fun. 

They hit the right note for the evening because by now it was gone two and while we had had a lot of fun it had not descended into serious one-on-one sex. 

The final few cards were all masturbate a member of the opposite sex until they come. After Frannie had blown Evan and I had eaten Sue we realised we were just about at the bottom of the pack so it was easier for us to organise who would masturbate who rather than risk duplications with a draw. 

This was something we had never done, sit in a circle around a couple masturbating one another. It was fun and left me horny and wishing the that the others would leave. Luckily they all felt the same and were soon on their way out of the door. 

Jane's feet hardly touched the floor as we rushed to the bedroom. I threw her on the bed. Leaped on top and skewered her with one thrust. This was no time for gentle loving. More the time for the typical Australian foreplay 'brace yourself Sheila.' The washing up would wait until the morning.

Well now we were really beginning to get close. 

The eight of us had a final Saturday evening together this weekend and next weekend was the dinner. 

We all met at Sue & Evan's. It was too late in the year for a Barbie so we congregated in their massive kitchen and started sinking the red wine. There was almost an air of panic.

While Sue pulled her pot roast out of the oven and put the baked potatoes on the plates we could not resist starting to talk about it, even though she and Jane, who was helping her, could not concentrate on our conversation.

We all agreed that we had not heard a word in gossip. This was really good news. There had been no complaints, all the tickets were sold and all the ticket money was in. That alone was a miracle. We had over $100,000 in the kitty all ready. That was the ticket money and a little left over from the donated kitty that we had started with.

'Right,' I said. 'Let us go through this one more time in order, the time that everything happens, and if anybody thinks of anything we haven't done just bring it up at that time.'

The food was now on the table and between mouthfuls, I started.

'Okay. Taxis will arrive between seven and seven fifteen and everyone will be in the party room with a drink in their hand by seven thirty.'

'Wait,' said Kay. 'Raffle.' 

'Yes, said Frannie, 'and table settings.'

'Correct. Well done for spotting for my deliberate mistakes.'

'Yeah right,' intoned Pete. 'Vote of confidence in the Chairman!' 

Unfortunately I was re-elected to a post that I didn't know I had. Chairman huh. I thought I was the MC. 

That did however give us all time to finish the plate in front of us and concentrate on the meeting. 

'Okay then. Raffle. Kay.'

'Right,' she said. 'I have collected ten prizes, all donated by guests, none of whom were worried about having their name on the item as 'donated by'. In fact some of the donors were positive about not wanting to be named as the donor. 

We have, a bottle of champagne, a really good bottle of Brandy, and a bottle of Bourbon. We have a voucher for four tickets for the theatre at Eden Vale and four tickets for the New Year bash at the Bowling Alley. There is a voucher for dinner and wine for two at the Spring Falls Motel, and a $200 voucher for dinner at The Lakeside restaurant at the Yacht Club in Elder Springs. There is a free Spa day, with two treatments each, for two people at Greenbay Health & Spa and what I guess is the top prize, a weeks ski chalet at Stowe this winter. Sleeps eight.'

'Wow.' We all agreed. That was some top prize. 

'I also have a box of mixed items from the Adult Store in Winton, handcuffs, a vibrator, a couple of dressing up outfits, lubricant, some DVD's and a twenty percent discount voucher.'

We laughed. 

'You were pretty au fait with what was in the box there Kay,' said Pete. 'I hope it's a full bottle of lubricant, you haven't used it all.'

Both Kay and Danny blushed and Danny obviously took the question seriously.

'Of course not,' he said. 'She bought two bottles.' 

We howled with laughter as Danny realised he had made a mistake.

I'm sure Pete, Evan and I all had the same thought in our heads,...

'She takes it up the arse.'

Once the laughter had died down and Kay had finished her glass of wine and lost a little of her high colour, she gave Danny a dirty look and told him that she would deal with him later. 

'Frannie is going to help me sell the tickets at the door when they first come in. I have the raffle tickets. $50 a strip, I thought.'

'Is that you or the tickets,' said Evan, to more laughter. 

'Okay, smart boy. Hand over your money. Let's see the colour of it. That's for me.' Kay took him up on the challenge, standing up and starting to undo a couple of buttons.

She actually did look a little pissed off. 

Evan spotted the look and apologised immediately. 'I'm sorry Kay. That was a bit cheap. A bad joke. And here, I will pay $50 into the kitty for it. You have done a wonderful job on the raffle.'

A spontaneous round of applause broke out. 

'Good job.'

'Wonderful.'

'Fantastic prizes.'

Kay looked a little mollified. 

'That really is terrific,' I added. 'That alone should raise somewhere between five and ten thousand dollars. With ticket prices that high I don't think you should need any float. My guess is that it will mainly be checks. Don't forget to have a stack of pro forma IOU's in case the guest forgot a check-book. We will collect from them later. Table plan next I guess? '

'Right,' said Frannie. 'That was pretty easy really, because of our insistence on knowing each of the guests by name to avoid duplications. Each of the twelve inviting couples have six guests, making four men and four women in each group. By taking one of them for each table, and alternating the men and women, you end up with eight tables of twelve people, six and six, all of whom come from a different invitees group. 

I have typed out all the names on to the table plan which will go on an easel inside the door of the ballroom. 

I did have name tags made up for each table but thought that I would check with you guys first. Do I decide each person's seat or shall I just put 'man's seat' and 'lady's seat' on the tables and let them jockey for position around the prettiest slash hunkiest.'

We all agreed that as no-one was expected to know any of the others it would be as well not to choose their dinner partners but allow natural selection to take it's course. Darwin, you would have been proud of us.

'Okay then,' I started again. 'It is seven thirty and they are all in ballroom, having helped themselves to drinks, the first of which are set out ready to be picked up from the long sideboard, they have bought raffle tickets and know which table they are sitting on.'

'Whoa, a bit tight on time maybe but providing we hurry everyone along it should be possible,' said Danny. 'How about all the girls selling tickets, it might speed things a long.




The New Church Roof Ch. 05



We agreed.

'Danny perhaps you and Pete could stand by the table plan and ask couples to split at this stage and go to a marshalling area near their table. It would help immensely if everyone was ready to undress by table.'

They were happy to do that and that gave us all jobs. I was the MC again and Evan was handling the money. 

The next thing was the un-dressers. How would that work?

We had agreed to auction the positions of un-dressers. As MC I would start it off to show everyone what would happen. The logic would be that eight highest bidding men and eight women would buy the opportunity to undress 6 other people each. Effectively one table each. Not necessarily their own, as it would be most unlikely that there was going to be one highest bidder from each table. I would stay up on stage to hurry things along.

I would first auction the places and select one each of the buyers. I would then call for all of the people from one particular table. The undressers would help undress six of the opposite sex, at the same time as each other. Lets face it all the men will be watching the undressing of the ladies and the ladies will all be watching the men. It would speed things up to have it happen at the same time. We didn't want to be doing it all night. We would be allocating table places and the undressers would, effectively, undress their table or anotherif there were two high bidders on the same table. Coat hangers and coat racks would be supplied to take the clothes. We would then hand over to the next pair of bidders and so on down the line. We would leave an hour for undressing and if it was quicker than that we would have some silly games ready. Drinks would be self-service at all times from a bar at the end of the room. The meal would be organised for 8.45 to give everyone a chance to sit down. 

There were eight long tables of twelve. Jane would do a table plan available at the door. Each of the dozen original chosen couples had invited another three couples each. Eight people. That meant that every one of that eight could be seated on a separate table, making the flirting easier. There would be no worrying that your partner might be sitting close to you. For the undressing I would ask people to come up in their tables, six men, six women twelve in all. I would have men to one side of the stage, girls on the other and get them to come up one by one to the front. I would just have to hope that there was one auction buyer from each table. It was never going to happen exactly like that so I would have to play it by ear perhaps and call people up from the floor.

The Parma ham and melon starters would be on the tables to start with and everyone would queue to serve themselves main meals and desserts. The men would be responsible for keeping the wine and soft drinks flowing on the tables. 

Sue who was pretty musical would provide an MP3 player with dance music, starting two fast and one slow, merging into eventually two of each and then all slow. The music would finish at 12.30, taxis to arrive no later than 1.00. We would need no more than three hours of music with the last hour and half all slow. 

Kay would organise the raffle and solicit prizes. Raffle tickets would be sold strictly in the first half hour while people were dressed and the raffle drawn quietly, but by a couple of people who had not been on the organising committee, while the dancing was taking place. Prize-winners would be posted on a sheet by the table where the prizes and they could collect their prize on the way out. 

The last item we had to discuss was the auction of promises.

I was the first to offer an idea. 

'I'll tell you what, you all know I am a keen photographer, perhaps I can offer a photo session for the buyer.'

'Yeah right,' scoffed Sue, 'That will attract a lot of men to get their money out.'

The others all laughed.

'Okay then let me think about it, it could be for couples only.'

Kay then surprised us all.

'Listen guys, while I was in the sex shop buying the prizes and generally mooching around, I was introduced to the Bedroom Magic area rep. They sell lingerie, adult clothing and sex toys direct in your home. They were looking for someone to start selling stuff in this area, and well, to cut a long story short, after talking to Danny, I agreed to give it a go. So I can offer a free Bedroom Magic party. I mean they are all free anyway and the girls have to buy the goodies, but I will throw in the wine and even the venue if necessary.'

We all agreed that this was very much in keeping.

Evan was next to throw in his idea.

'Danny and I were talking after racquetball last week about an idea. How about we offer to be waiters, for a cocktail party, dressed like Chippendales? You know bare chests and bow ties.'

'Chippendales,' exploded Sue and Kay almost simultaneously.

'More like Chip n' Dale.' We fell about laughing.

'I know what sort of a COCKtail party that would be.' I added to more laughter. 'But seriously that is not such a bad idea, perhaps naked under pinafores even. Or even starting fully dressed and taking an item off with each round of drinks. That way they are drunk before they start examining your bodies.'

We all laughed but I could see the guys thought that was a good idea.

'Anybody else come up with an idea? I said.

'Well,' said Jane. 'What do you reckon if I offer a massage? I am pretty good I think. What do you think Dave?.'

'You sure are, but ...' I wasn't really sure what else to say, I felt maybe it was a bit personal. Jane obviously didn't judging by her next remark.

'In fact,' she said. 'I was thinking of offering a double massage, firstly I massage the buyer and then he massages me.'

It went quiet and now I really didn't know what to say.

Frannie saved the day by saying, 'Hell Jane you don't need to go that up close and personal, why don't you and I offer the same sort of party service as the boys for the next stag or poker party that is being organised. We can wear some of Kay's Bedroom Magic gear or it gives us a chance to buy some nice new underwear.'

That was generally deemed to be a good idea and Jane appeared happy, but I knew that she was just a little disappointed that her massage idea was not going to take off. Another little chat we needed to have later? 

'Dave, said Sue. 'I am sorry I scoffed at your photography idea. I did a photography unit as part of my arts course at College and still potter around, on the computer. You know airbrushing, and changing the composition of the pictures to emphasise different parts of the photo. That sort of thing. Why don't we work together and offer a sensuous session for a couple, with say eight or ten of their favourite photos to take away. You know really arty stuff, perhaps in black and white or even sepia tones?' 

'Great idea.' It also got me working in a studio with Sue and a camera. How bad could that be?

'Right then,' said Kay. 'That's settled. And Pete, I would like you to help me with the clothes party.' She must have seen the horrified look spread across his face. 'No stupid. You won't have to model the clothes but serve the drinks and get me props etc. A general assistant. And with all those ladies hopefully trying on skimpy clothes, I will try to make it entertaining for you.'

The horrified look quickly turned to a beatific smile. 

We sat and looked at each other for a few moments.

'Well guys, I think we have it all covered, if you will excuse the pun.

Anybody got anything we haven't discussed. Any last minute panics.' 

Heads shook.

'Right it is nearly one o'clock. I need to get a massage from my wife, so time for you all to go. See you Saturday. Call around if we get any last minute panics.



The New Church Roof Ch. 06



A little talking too. 

As they all filed out I held the door with my left hand and held Jane's bum tightly with my right.

'Right, young lady. What's all this about offering yourself as a massage subject. I think you need a little practice first. With me.' Just in case there was any doubt in the matter.

She squealed excitedly. The idea of telling her off somehow got lost in her enthusiasm.

'Oh yes please, Go and move the chairs from around the dining room table and light a few candles in there. We haven't got a proper massage table and the bed it too big and too soft. I will get three or four blankets and a couple of single sheets from the airing cupboard. Then go and have a very quick shower in the spare room shower while I drop a couple of drops of perfume into some vegetable oil and shower myself in our room. 

By the time I am ready I want you lying face down on the table under the top sheet. Make sure the room is warm enough. If not turn the fire on.'

A flurry of instructions and she was gone. 

She was really looking forward to this. In the past she had mentioned that she had taken a weekend aromatherapy and massage course but we had never used it as part of our sex play. She had certainly massaged aching muscles and even my back before now, but only when I certainly wasn't in the mood for sex. I must say the anticipation began to creep towards my groin as my cock began to stiffen. 

As requested I had a quick shower and dried myself off in the second bathroom. I wrapped a towel around my waist and padded down to the dining room. 

Silly, I thought why do I need a towel, it is my house and we are the only two here. Still it felt right somehow, as if I was going to a proper masseur. I even considered putting underwear on. No, really stupid. 

The room was warm and I could hear classical music playing quietly in the background. The lights had been dimmed but I could still see easily enough. 

I lay there on my stomach, covered with my towel for perhaps for ten minutes. In fact I began to fall asleep, after all it was the early hours of the morning. Certainly my erection had disappeared and my eyes were beginning to close.

I heard the door open and then close again.

'Allo. My name is Monique. I am your masseuse tonight.' I heard in a bad French accent. 

I looked to my right where I had heard the voice.

There was Jane in a short dark wig, little fringe and bangs at the side, that I do not remember seeing before. 

I must have looked amazed as I heard her say,

'Eez that okay. You looked surprised to see a girl. Would you prefer a masseur.'

She giggled.

'We 'ave not met before M'sieu. Wot eez your name pleeze.'

She wore a white blouse, open, but tied over her tiny breasts, and a tiny black miniskirt that I had also never seen before. I would have remembered. This picture of loveliness was completed by hold-up black stockings which stopped just below the hem of the skirt. 

'You 'ave a name?' giggle.

I managed to get my brain back in order.

'Oui my name is David. I just did not expect someone so beautiful, or French.' 

'Oooh you are not tooo disappointed, I 'ope? I am very good, and zum times, giggle, very bad. Now I shall start with your ssolders and your back. Pleeze lay your arms down beside you? Zank you.'

I moved my arms and awaited her touch. 

I smelt the oil as she poured it onto her palms and I felt the towel being pulled down to cover just my bottom. The oil was warmed and felt soothing as her hands pushed into my shoulder muscles and then on down my back.

She must have spent ten minutes doing my back and, surprise, surprise, she was really good. It felt very relaxing. My stiffy began to subside again. But then she reached my buttocks and my heart started to race a little faster, my anticipation only to be dashed as she moved sown to my toes. She massaged my feet and toes. Wow. That was something else, so back came my hard-on.

She moved up my calves to lower thighs before going back down to the other leg. Gradually she got closer and closer to my more erogenous zones. She noticed me moving my legs, easing them a little further apart. She stifled another giggle.

'You like zis huh. I zink you are relaxing no?'

I did not deign to reply just added another little groan as she now started massaging the top of my thighs. 

She had moved the towel further back up my body again. It was nicely warming but as a protection against her wandering eyes I suspected it was now pretty useless. It was folded over at the very base of my bum and while it may have covered my bumhole, my balls would have been widely visible. Every so often she would brush them with her fingertips as she massaged the inside of my thighs. 

Risibly she now folded the towel a different way to expose just my right buttock, and probably my bum-hole. I guess she was showing me that she knew the way the professionals did it.

The fun started as she deeply kneaded first my right buttock and then my left and then, dispensing with the towel to the back of my knees, she kneaded my bum like a heavy dough. The odd finger slid down my crack and even, I felt, hovered, over my bum hole. 

I felt more oil being slopped around, over the buttocks and down my crack. 

As she stood by my knees and pushed her hands deep into my buttocks and then up, an oily thumb, accidentally? pushed into my anal passage.'

I grunted.

'Ooh M'sieu. I am zo zorry. My fingers, how you say, slip into your cute leetle 'ole, par accident. Per'aps M'sieu may wish to smack my derriere a leetle later.'

Before I could rise and throw her over my knee, or even speak to confirm the appointment, she raised the towel over my torso and said,

'But first M'sieu if you could turn onto your back pleeze? I will oil ze front.' 

I turned and she skilfully moved the towel to cover my, by now rampant, cock as I did so. She stood beside me and poured the warm oil over my chest, massaging my chest and shoulders. I took the opportunity, now that I could see where she was, to tickle her blouse, where her left nipple ridged through the material. She may have had tiny tits but she had lovely nipples. 

I was not prepared for the slap that she gave me. 

'M'sieu. Zat is an insult. Wot do you zink I am. Some sort of houri, per'aps.'

That of course was exactly what I was hoping she was playing at, but no, she was still the professional masseuse.

'I am so sorry.' I said. 'I am afraid it was a natural reaction to seeing such a beautiful breast so close to my hand.' Flattery would get me everywhere I hoped.

'Mais non. Eet eez not permitted. I zink you have now lost your opportunity to smack my derriere, for your unfortunate miztake.'

Her oily hands moved inexorably lower and lower and soon they were moving just under the towel on my hips, either side of my rampant dick. 

She had managed not to touch it so far but I knew it could only be a matter of seconds until she swept her hands over my pubes and felt my cock. Again my hopes were dashed as she said. 

'M'sieu, I zee you appear to be a leetle, how you say, excited, so I must leave zis area until later when I 'ope you haz control ofer it.'

She went back to massaging my toes, but then more quickly than when I had been lying on my stomach she worked her way back up my calves, knees and thighs. 

'There was zero chance of 'controlling' my cock so I just had to 'ope that she was not going to take this game too realistically. 

I was relieved, that, as I spread my legs again, she ran her fingertips through my ball sac. I groaned.

'Well, I zee you have been unable to, how you say, take yourself in 'and, so maybe I will 'ave to zee what I can do to 'elp.

She whipped the towel away and threw it onto the floor, and we both looked at my cock, now free of the weight of the towel, standing parallel to my stomach. It was fully extended to its, almost nine inches, and the eye was seeping fluid. 

Like a tiger in the wild she pounced on it and licked off the drops of pre-cum. 

'Oh my god' she said. 'I so need you inside me. I could not delay this moment any longer.'

The last few words, noticeably no longer in franglais, were slurred as she took my cock deep into her mouth. 

My hands were free to help her onto my chest as I lay there. I buried my face in her streaming pussy as quickly we both came, me down her throat, where not a drop was spilt, and her onto my face as I sucked on her clit.

Not even taking time to recover we ran up the stairs to bed where we resumed where we had left off for the next hour before drifting into the arms of morpheus.

The next day of course was Sunday and apart from appearing in church, we had little to do. The service contained one of Old Tom's less inspiring sermons and was based around the ten commandments. I always felt this was an easy cop out as he probably could pull out a copy of a sermon he gave five years ago and none of us would notice. 

It did however raise a little titter in the congregation today as he intoned that one of the commandments was that 'we should not covet our neighbour's ass'. There were obviously enough of us seated here now that were due to do exactly that in a weeks time. We would be coveting our neighbour's arses in a big way.

A hint of contrition hit me, before it was washed away with the thought of the benefits that we would bring towards the New Roof.

Neighbours ass and no new roof or neighbours arse and a new roof. No contest I thought.

Jane started serving out lunch as I went into the dining room to open a bottle of red wine. We would eat in the kitchen today. 

I noticed the mess that was still the dining room table from last night and started tidying up. I immediately started getting hard with just the memories and then another memory came floating back. I needed a word with Jane I remembered, and not just about her sticking her thumb up my arse. 

As we pushed the plates away and I poured a second glass I mused, 'You were pretty hot last night.'

'I was more than a little hot, I had had two little orgasms while massaging you, just thinking of the way that I was teasing you and the fun we were going to have when I stopped teasing. When I did the weekend massage course it made me incredibly horny,' she tailed off. 'Of course that was before I knew you...' I think she knew that that wasn't necessarily what I wanted to hear.

'So let me get this straight,' I said in a serious tone. 'The offer you were going to make as a prize; You massage the man with the biggest... wallet on the night, and you would be then going to let him massage you, knowing the way that you would be feeling after you finished doing him and knowing the way that he would be feeling after you massaged him. And you expected to walk away from that without any sexual impropriety. 

Jane blushed redder than I had ever seen her before. Even redder than when she had had to admit to wearing only two items of clothing knowing that we were likely to play strip poker. 

'Well, I didn't know that I would feel quite that horny and well you know I wouldn't do anything with anyone else...'

'Do I? I cannot believe that you wouldn't have done exactly what we did last night, and then no doubt come home feeling very sorry. You know that I love you and I want you to have a good time, but with me, or even with our friends, when I am there.'

She started to cry. 'I am sorry. I really did not think it through. I know I give a good massage and everyone else came up with all those clever ideas for auction and I so wanted to show I could help too.'

I put my arm around her and held her tight. 

'I just worry sometimes that you will be hurt, and sure I guess selfishly that I will be hurt, because you are such a sexy, passionate person and you know how easily you get carried away. Come on now stop your tears, go and have a shower and come back to the dining room where it is my turn to give you a massage. If I have to spend my life giving and receiving massages from you just to keep your libido in check then I guess that is a burden I will have to carry. Now go on, downstairs in ten minutes, oh and I will not be French I will be Yori, your Japanese masseur, so make sure you are wearing cover-all bra and panties as befits a modest married woman. 

We had recently seen a couple of Japanese porn films of voyeur cameras in a massage parlour where the girl was either talked and conned out of her clothes or in one film had them forcibly removed. She would not know which this was going to be but she would need to act the shy maiden aunt to do it properly. 

I quickly warmed some oil, using the first couple of handfuls to shine my own torso. I wrapped a large white towel around my waist trying to obscure the erect dick forcing it's way forward, and then went to our bedroom and the airing cupboard for a few things I though I might need. I heard Jane come down the stairs and lie on the dining room table. I gave her a few moments to think about the error of her ways, although it was doubtful whether she was considering those or maybe just erotic feeling for the massage I was about to give her. 

I threw open and then slammed the door behind me.

'Moshi- moshi. Hai. Name aaah Yori. I masseur. You lie there.' Never a truer word spoken in jest I thought. 

'You feel good soonest, aaah.'

She looked fairly bulky lying there under the big whiter bath towel.

I started to pull it back and almost laughed to see that she was wearing her towelling bath robe under the towel. 

'Hai. This no good.' I mumbled gripping the back of the bathrobe and trying to pull it away.

'Lie first on back.' 

I strong-armed her way out of the dressing gown to see that she had put on her least sexy bra and cotton granny pants. I covered her over again with the big white towel and arranged the articles I had collected out of her sight on the dresser.

I started with her neck and shoulders, moving up to her forehead and hair. I know she loves her head being tickled and I had a spider shaped head and hair tickler which I knew would drive her mad. She lay looking up at me. I know I am probably not in her class as a masseur but I have never had any complaints. 

I lifted the towel and said 'Hai. You turn now.'

She did and I placed the towel back over her as I massaged her shoulders again.

I was pretty horny still so at the risk of losing my reputation as a masseur I was not about to prolong this too long. 

I moved the towel down to uncover her back, simultaneously undoing the back strap on Jane's bra. She must have been pretty horny as well because she hardly made any gesture of unease. She was certainly not the shrinking violet of a schoolgirl that I expected her to portray. 

I quickly massaged her back and then, folding the towel over her bum I moved down to her feet. 

I kissed and sucked on her toes, another sure-fire winner, quickly oiled and then smoothed my way up her calves and thighs. 

I moved the towel away from her bottom entirely only to hear her exclamation of protest; 'Noo, you must not show my bottom. Please, look away. You must keep me covered at all times.'

I was ready for this.

'Hai lady I put towel back here but then ...'

I folded the towel back over her hips, reached underneath it and with not too much opposition pulled down those dreadful granny pants. 

I was now free to massage her bottom and with little resistance I slowly deep massaged her buttocks, the towel forming almost a cordon below her cheeks, which frustratingly did stop me seeing quite how aroused she was by now. 

My fingers occasionally slipped under the towel between her cheeks and over her bum hole but I had not yet strayed down to her liquid core. 

'Hai lady. This towel in way I change it for smaller one. Bum still covered . Hai.'

I picked up one of the clean, but tiny face flannels I had brought from the airing cupboard, folded it in half and placed it over her bum. 

'Thank you.' She said with a smile. 'It is important to me and my husband to be proper. Now you can continue.'

Now I could see her juices trickling down the inside of her thighs.

As enjoyable as this was I was in need of a fuck. 

'Hai. Now please turn over again.' 

I held two little face flannels up using one to cover her pubes and the other to cover one nipple. It would not stretch to both. 

I oiled my hands and throwing modesty to the winds attacked her tits simultaneously. I squeezed her nipples and twisted them cruelly. As I have mentioned before her tits really are tiny but what she loses in size she makes up for in sensitivity.

'Hai, oyshi?' 

This was one of the few words we had picked up from the films. We thought it meant lovely or in relation to food delicious. 

'Hai oyshi,' she grunted.

I threw the other towel away and poured over her a few handfuls of oil. I smoothed my hands down her stomach and onto the top of her thighs.

I thrust three fingers into her crotch, straight up her tight little cunt, massaging her clitoris with my thumb. 

The speed of the attack took her by surprise and pushed her straight into a huge orgasm. Her pussy juice flooded my fingers as I frigged her unmercifully. Her juices spurted over my arm. 

The time was right. 

I opened my robe, flipped her on to her tummy and pushed my cock deep into her pussy in one thrust. She ground her buttocks back against me and in no time we were both coming again. Hard and fast. I hadn't been as turned on as that for a while. I knew in my subconscious that while part of it was the massage I had been giving, a lot more of the eroticism stemmed from the idea that Jane might have been doing this with someone else if they had massaged each other. 

I waited until we both had our breath back and helped her off the table.

'Wow,' she said. 'That was intense. It was fantastic. You Japanese are wonderful lovers,' she laughed.

'Now can you see why I don't want you exchanging massages with someone else. Look what it does to us and we were expecting it.' 

She looked serious for a minute and then nodded.

'But only if we do it more at home on our own. Or maybe our friends what do you think. Would you like to see Sue or Franny or Kay spread out before you on the table.'

I knew with that one sentence that this was not going to go away and she was determined to practice her skills on someone else. I would just have to keep it between the eight of us. Maybe I could persuade her to do it on one of the girls. That would be fun. We had a quiet night in front of a movie with a beer and a box of popcorn. That was what Sundays are for, and let's face it, we had a big weekend coming up in just a few days.



The New Church Roof Ch. 07



The Party

Well here it was. The big day at last. I have to say my thoughts were a confused jumble. What was I thinking about trying to do something as stupid as this? Mind you, how much money could we make?

Still it was too late to worry now.

The eight of us turned up at the hotel at about a quarter after six. It gave us time to get a quick drink in at the main bar with Georgio and Gabriella before everyone else arrived. I was musing how beautifully Gabriella was tonight. She had a long white cocktail dress slit to the thigh down one side. I then found myself thinking that this was almost a waste. We would have it off her within the hour. I couldn't wait.

I began to get hard. I tried to think of other things. The money. That helped. I would have to just front it up when it happened. I knew it would at some stage.

Just before seven the ten of us went through to the banqueting suite. Gabriella checked the tables while Georgio checked the bar to make sure that the wine and soft drinks were available and the glasses out ready.

Everything was obviously good and they shooed away the last of the staff.

We had the place to ourselves, but not for long. Suddenly there was a rush as the doors swung wide and our guests advanced two or three abreast.

We had decided against checking tickets. Who in their right mind was going to crash this sort of party. We relied upon the discretion of the invited guests.

Pete and Danny were doing a good job of directing people to their tables via the girls who were doing a brisk trade in raffle tickets at fifty dollars a ticket. There were people buying multiple strips I noticed. Wow.

Evan was explaining to anyone who wanted to know how the I O U system was going to work, just fill in the slip with how much you were spending and sign and print on your name. We would collect later. These would work for any of the items for sale. 

It was remarkable how quickly the place was filled. Within twenty minutes I reckoned that everyone was there, they all had a drink, or two, in their hands and they were standing as requested in groups by tables introducing themselves to each other. Boy, were they keen. 

I guessed it was time to take the stage.

'Ladies and gentlemen.' The biggest round of applause I have ever had rocked me back. Mind you the next largest was probably a fourball at the golf club. 

'Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to our fundraising evening for the new Church Roof. I am sure that I do not need to tell you all that this is an adult evening and that nudity in not just allowed but required. Please leave now if you have misunderstood the invitation.'

Thank goodness, nobody left.

I looked around and joked, 'That's a shame the wife is still here,' to over the top, nervous, laughter. 

'Let me please take up just a few moments of your time with housekeeping requirements. The emergency exits are marked, there, there and there. Please do not stop to find your clothes in the case of a fire. We will ask the firemen to provide blankets and explain later.'

Another loud burst of laughing. 

'Toilets are over there through those doors, the bar is a free, help yourself bar and the food is effectively self-service. Please elect someone from the table to remove dirty plates etcetera and all collect your food from the service area. I know this is not Georgio's normal preferred service method but it has all been done to keep the guests away from any prying eyes.

It is nearly seven thirty and we should therefore be starting with the first auction if we do not want to fritter the evening away.

I have just one question. Does anybody know of anyone who is not yet here? Those of you who invited guests, is there anyone not turned up?'

A short pause and then 'Good. Let us begin with the fun.'

A hubbub of noise started and then fell as I carried on.

'Firstly we are going to auction sixteen opportunities to help six members of the opposite sex to remove their clothes. This, I should imagine is not an everyday auction opportunity and I would like the bids to reflect that.

I will start by asking every man in the audience if they would raise their arm if they would like to help a few of the beautiful ladies here tonight to remove all of their clothing. When I say all of their clothing, as much as I love to see ladies walking around in stockings and nothing else, we have decided that everything has to be everything so that people cannot pick and choose what they wear or do not wear. Now Gentlemen who would like to be an undresser if it were free?'

There was a gasp and without fail every man in the room raised an enquiring arm. 

Right, now please lower your arm if you would not pay one hundred dollars, two hundred, three, four hundred, five hundred.'

By now I had lost probably half of the forty eight men. Pretty good.

'Right six hundred, seven hundred, eight, nine, one thousand dollars. There were still a dozen. 

'Eleven hundred,' dropped us to nine. 

'When the next person drops out the remaining eight of you will be the lucky winners and will all pay the same. Eleven fifty, twelve, twelve fifty, thirteen, thirteen fifty.'

That did it. One guy reluctantly dropped out and the others high fived.

'Thank you gentlemen. Perhaps you would go over to Evan while we are auctioning to the ladies and sign IOU's. Now ladies. The same question.

Who would undress me for free?'

Again all hands were raised to squeals of 'Oooh me. I'll do you.'

'I am flattered and desolate that I cannot be undressed by all of you. Well not tonight at least.'

'To continue, who will pay one hundred, two, three?'

The bidding followed very much the same track as the men's, but noisier. 

Most were out after one thousand. We were down to ten.

At twelve hundred and fifty dollars four dropped out leaving me with only six left. I was ready for this. I had thought it through.

Right ladies, the four who dropped out and the remaining six are all still in it and I will go back to twelve hundred and go up in smaller increments and hope that we can smooth the path this way. Can we start again at one thousand two hundred and ten dollars, twenty, thirty, forty?'

One dropped out.

'So we are back to one thousand two hundred and fifty and there are still nine of you.'

The other three had realised that they were on the edge of getting a place for very little more money.

'Twelve sixty, seventy, eighty, ninety. Thirteen hundred. That did it. One more dropped out to excited screams from the remaining eight. 

'Ladies if you would see Evan with the IOUs please.

Right now Ladies and Gentlemen, and this is I hope the one and only time I have to ask this. I would like you to spend the rest of the evening as Ladies and Gentlemen. No means no. Please do not upset any of the other guests here tonight. Particularly your spouses.' That took the sting out of the warning and I looked around to portentous nods. 

'So No means No,' pause. 'The good news therefore is that yes means yes and probably so does maybe.'

This raised another laugh.

'Now all our undressers are back, is there anyone here from table one?'

It was perfect there was one man and one lady. A guy I did not know and Diane, the black, Caribbean netball queen who had been to the warm-up party. She was perfect to break the ice. 

'Table one, which as it happens is my table. I feel I should not be backward about coming forward. Form two lines here on the stage, ladies to my right gents to my left, with Diane first and for the men first' I paused and waited for his name...

'Err Gary.'

'Gary Thank you. Diane and Gary at the front of their respective queues please. Let the fun part of the evening commence.'

Cheers rang out as I stepped forward to Diane and held out my arms. Her eyes glazed over a little as she went straight for the fastenings on my pants. I was delighted that I didn't even have the remotest hard-on. In fact I was worried that I might have shrunk into insignificance. 

I need not have worried. As I removed my own tie and jacket Diane handed me my pants and started unbuttoning my shirt. She was taking her time, but I felt it was too early to speed her up yet. I kicked off my shoes and after she had given me my shirt I raised my feet for her to pull off the socks. The room had gone quiet and Diane took the opportunity to grab hold of my dick through my boxers and give it a bit of a squeeze. I was not worried any longer about it appearing insignificant.

The room had gone quiet and then erupted as she cried,

'Here you are. One for the ladies.' My boxers hit the floor to cheers.

'Thank you Diane, perhaps Gary you could do the honour.' I pointed to Diane.

His eyes lit up and he was soon unzipping her cocktail dress. I couldn't believe his eyes could get any wider until we all saw the look he gave Diane as she revealed matching white lacy underwear, bra, g string and a garter belt, which was holding up her sheer stockings. I swear his thirteen hundred and fifty dollars was well spent in his eyes already. 

He quickly removed the lot for Joanna to stand at the edge of the low stage completely naked with her arms in the air milking the applause. She had been a great one to start with. She bent double, stiff-legged, with her bottom to the audience to pick up her panties from the floor. Somehow it seemed to take a long time to pick them up. 

I quickly got the two lines working now with Gary in front of the ladies queue and Diane facing the remaining men. While they undressed, I got round to organising the next tables. 

'Table two please get ready.' This time there was no lady from table two so I organised one of the two ladies from table seven to undress table two but to remain dressed herself until it was table sevens turn.

The men likewise were quickly organised before table one had finished. 

I had little to do once we were in motion except keep hurrying things along. It was going very well.

With a little hurrying both lines were undressing at a similar pace and as we expected the ladies were generally standing to the right so that they could see the men undressing and vice versa. I not unnaturally was keeping more of an eye on the ladies. And what wonderful ladies?

I knew quite a few through the church but there were definitely some younger girls in their twenties who proved to be girlfriends, fiancées or young wives of some of my friends sons. Likewise there were some pretty fit looking young men to keep the ladies happy. 

We had expected people to dress up a little and mainly the women had more than the men. There were a lot of little black dresses, a lot of stockings and I don't think a pair of tights all night. A few had come ready prepared with no undies at all and they averaged out the schedule with the ones fully dressed with stockings and garter belts. 

They kept moving so well that we were ready five minutes ahead of schedule. Perfect time for a couple of silly games. 

'Form eight lines please from your table man then lady, you know the score. The wives brought out eighty eight, long thin balloons, so that everyone except the back man on each line had one. 

'Right put the balloon between your legs please and face the back of the room. I walked along the eight lines and distributed a pin to each of the men who were now at the front of the line and then took my place at Table one.'

'Right gentlemen I think you know what to do.' 

I burst the balloon of the girl standing in front of me with my pin to squeals of horror, quickly gave her the pin and told her to get her own back on the person behind her. 

The guys were falling about laughing as all the girls were squealing at the thought of the balloon bursting against their genitalia.

As you can imagine the game took seconds before degenerating into a melee with the last few men with a pin running around trying to burst any whole balloons.

'Back in your lines please. Completely different. This one will not hurt.'

I gave the front man an apple and told them to put it under their chin and pass it on to the next in line, without using their hands. Everyone quickly got the hang of this one, rubbing their bodies against each other to try to receive the apple. I started two apples going with each team and then went to the other end of the line to collect the first one and start again. It was a never ending game. Not that any one was in a rush to finish it.

Still dinner called so eventually I stopped the game and we settled down to dinner.

'Gentlemen do not forget to keep your ladies glasses filled, the bottles are opened there on the bar,' As if they would forget, although there was a bit of a rush by the men to the tables to wait and see where the more attractive ladies were sitting.

Our ladies had marked the place settings for females with pink napkins and there were of course no partners organised to sit on the same tables so seating was relatively easy. 

By the time I got to my table there was just one seat remaining, which happened to be between two ladies, only one of which I knew. Philippa and a lady called Tina who I had never met before. Philippa of course had been to the practice dinner.

I remember Philippa had been wearing a crotchless body stocking on that occasion and so I felt I was able to greet her with a kiss and the words

'Philippa, you are looking delightful tonight. I almost said that I nearly did not recognise you without your clothes on, but we all of course know that would have been a lie.'

They both laughed and Phillippa gave a little tug to my cock, which despite the games had remained permanently turgid after the first few moments of the undressing. I guessed that it was down to the concentration on announcements and organisation. 

'Well,' she said, 'I hope that you are more pleased to see us than this waste of space.' The whole table saw what she did as my cock was just an inch or two higher than the top of the table and everyone had watched me walk over to fill the space. I hoped it would come back to life when I sat down to eat and admired the views around me. 

We all laughed as I told her that provided she did not ignore him while I was seated there I could guarantee that she had made a friend for life. 

Well what a start to the evening. 

The wine and conversation flowed. The food was great and my dick was being played with under my napkin. Luckily both Phillippa and I could eat with one hand because my other hand was also under her napkin. 

I ate quickly so that I could explore Tina's thigh with the other hand. 

I got a cautiously optimistic response as her leg moved a little closer, opening, I assumed, her crotch to make herself available. I was a little disappointed not to feel her hand on my thigh in reciprocation but was unable to pull my eyes away from Phillippa who was talking to me at the time. 

I continued to probe away and indeed Tina's manicured slit was available for my hand. 

I briefly looked across to see that she was concentrating on the young man on her right, who was considerably more of a hunk than I was. 

Was I upset? With a finger in two pussies I think not.

We had planned to ask the men to move around the tables and change seats at some stage but, selfishly, I was enjoying myself too much to move now.

We had two moves to make so decided it would be after the main course and after the desert before coffee. 

Reluctantly I stood up and announced that the tables could now go and get their main courses. 'One at a time please. Let us start with the table nearest the buffet doors.' I stood with difficulty as my cock was now rampant, having been played with for the last fifteen minutes or so. The ladies on my table gave a little cheer. I think the rest of the room thought that they wanted their main course. I knew different.

Anyway the important thing was that the organisation went well. Some people moved the dirty dishes, others refilled the wines. We all went to collect our main courses but the queue was quick to move along. 

In no time I was back between Tina and Philippa. It was time to do my hosting duty and talk to Tina. I noticed that with no apparent rancour Philippa turned and gave her manual attentions to the guy on her left.

I ate the casserole as quickly as possible without trying to appear I was rushing and my right hand took up where it left off in Tina's lap. She slowly eased her left leg in my direction allowing just that little more access than I had earlier. I guess it was time for a proper introduction and a chat. Eventually I came out with the old 'So whose Guest are you?' question, that seemed so appropriate at this sort of party. 

It transpired that she had been next-door neighbours of Agnetha and Slim when they both lived in Colorado. Her husband Ty was also in the oil business with Slim, the girls got on as neighbours and the four had been good friends.

'Good friends?' I joked.

'Very good friends,' she said. 'How much time do you have. I can tell you a lot of stories. In fact I will always have a place in my heart for Slim.' 

She leaned forward and whispered in my ear, 'Slim was the first man to take my back passage. While Ty was on a business trip. I only went in to borrow a cup of sugar and Agnetha and Slim jumped me. Well that is my story and I am sticking to it. And as for Agnetha and her wild Swedish habits...' She laughed.

As I was about to probe for more Evan caught my eye, looked at his watch and made a circular motion.

Bugger it. He was obviously not having as good a time as I was. Still he was right. We had to start moving.

I made my apologies to Tina, and booked her for a dance when she could tell me about some of Agnetha's wilder habits. 'Or show me perhaps?' I asked.

I stood and announced that all the men should stand and move two men's places to their left and take their wine glasses. As soon as we had introduced ourselves to our new table companions we should collect our desserts. 

I was delighted to be sitting between Diane, who again had been to our earlier evening and what appeared to be a very young girl, who looked like your all-american cheerleading babe. What a contrast, Dianes tall, black, taut, athletic body honed after years of sport, with small, probably A or B breasts but wonderful big nipples and Britney's, yes, she really was a Britney, comfortable D's or even bigger. She would have looked wonderful in an old fashioned medieval dress. Who am I kidding, she looked better without it. 

Britney turned out to be the girlfriend of Joanna's son Dirk. She had invited them, and four of their friends when she and her toyboy partner Dario could not think of anyone to invite. They had not long been in the area, and in the church an even shorter time. 

'I was a bit worried ,' she said, 'that this would be a pervy sort of event and everybody would be so much older than me, but really it is not and what has been nice is that nobody is pushing me to do anything, you know grope me or something.'

My heart dropped a little as that is exactly what I had been about to do. 

'Of course not,' I said. 'Our friends of course are all in the church. This is where we all met and we know the meaning of propriety. However this is exactly the place to let your inhibitions down a little and have some fun. I don't mean sex in a corner with someone other than Dirk. I mean just let your hands wander a little and feel the difference between all us men. After all, it might be the last chance you get if you get married to Dirk.'

She studiously started to eat her dessert and I was able to concentrate on Diane, whose inhibitions had not stopped her from roving her hand over my thigh, touching the side of my cock with her pinky finger for a second or two. I reciprocated and found a warm damp spot for my pinky in return. We made small talk about the evening and how well it had gone so far. What a lot of fun it had been and No she had never been to anything like this before. She and Jack had never felt the need to be swappers at all although she said Jack had a bit of a roving eye and she felt that she had to keep herself trim to satisfy his needs.




The New Church Roof Ch. 07



We had a laugh then as I thought she had said trimmed, and she certainly was. My pinky had found no trace of hair in its meanderings. I said I would love to have a dance later so that at least I might see how wonderful it looked on our way to the floor. Had I gone too far? No, she gave me a kiss on the cheek, said '|That would be nice. Just make sure it is a slow dance.' I breathed a sigh of relief. The last thing I wanted to do was upset a friend, and hopefully soon a very good friend. 

I was pleased at that moment to realise that she had moved on to talk to the guy the other side of her because I had felt a few tentative fingers tickling their way across my right thigh. I instinctively opened my legs a little more moving it under Britney's hand. 

'There,' I said. 'That wasn't awful and I think none the less of you.' We laughed, and, encouraged, she quickly held my prick firmly in her hand and started wanking me. 'Woah, not so energetic please. As lovely as that is I really do not want to be the first to have to admit to making a mess on the floor.'

'Sorry,' she said and dropped hold of me. 

'Oh don't stop completely.' I whispered. 'It was wonderful.'

'I don't really know any other way,' Britney said. 'That is how Dirk likes it and he only lasts a couple of minutes anyway.' 

'Oh I am sorry,' I said, taking the opportunity to put my hand on her thigh now. I guess that is the difference between those young men and us older ones. I like to take an hour or two.' 

'Really, she exclaimed. 'That would be wonderful. And anyway you are not old. He's old.' She pointed at Bill Petchard in his sixties, 'but not a bad body still. Better than some of the men here. Anyway you're lovely. Will you dance with me later?' 

By now she had her hand around my balls, and, while not exactly gentle, she was having a good grope around. I took the opportunity to slip my fingers between her legs and she opened up for me like an automatic door. She was soaking wet. Using her other hand she quickly forced two of my fingers deep in her slippery slit. I could feel her warmth I was worried that she might scream if I gave her even a little orgasm but just at that moment I had an even bigger problem. 

Evan had caught my eye again and gave me the move on sign. 

I couldn't do it to poor Britney. She was enjoying herself so much that had I just pulled out of her and stood up to make an announcement I am sure she would have slapped me, or worse got the sulks and would refuse to dance with me later.

I managed to get Evan to understand that I wanted him to announce it. 

Britney's eyes had glazed a little and I was pleased that she hadn't seen us signalling each other.

Evan took the hint, stood and announced that it was now time for the Gentlemen to move two places again. 

I went to kiss her on the cheek and say 'Sorry I have to go but will see you later,' when she turned her face to mine and caught me on the lips. I just hoped Dirk wasn't watching. I didn't even know what he looked like. I only knew that he wasn't on this table.

'I will be back for that dance.' I promised. Sure enough I got the sulky look.

'Not just one I hope,' she said. 'Remember I asked you for one. Now you have to ask me for one as well. Go on now, but remember, I will be ready for you.' 

What had I got myself into?

I dutifully moved my two places and now had sat next to every girl on the table. I introduced myself as I did not know either of them. One was Lucia, a girlfriend of Gabriella and the other another younger girl, Marianne, the new wife of Bill Petchard's son Graham.

Lucia was typically Latin, busty, flirty, mid 30's and a lot of fun. 

'I have heard a lot about you from Gabriella. She says you are a man to avoid.' I was a bit upset. I did not think I had ever upset Gabriella.

Before I could speak she continued, 'She says that you have lovely eyes and that's true. She also says that you are dangerous in bed, that you make love for hours. That you are a stallion. But I think this is not true, but that she wants to keep you for herself. I suspect you are nothing exceptional in bed... but of course maybe she is right. Maybe I am wrong. How do we find out perhaps. Maybe later on the dance floor you can show me some of these dangerous moves, and as for being a stallion well.' Her hand ran amok over my dick. 

I was being seduced by an expert. Wow. I hardly had had time to draw breath. I knew that I needed to do something pretty hot to beat that. I could only think of one thing to do. The room was busy. There were people everywhere moving around carrying drinks, coffees on their way to the toilets or a cigarette. Indeed Marianne had excused herself and gone off to the toilet. 

I dropped my napkin on the floor.

'Excuse me. I must get my napkin.' I dropped to the floor under the table and before even Lucia had had time to realise what I was about to do I forced her legs apart, pulled her towards the edge of the chair and buried my lips in her cunt. I licked her lips and seized her clitoris between my lips. I felt her pent up passion release, over my face as it happens. I was glad I had the napkin down there. 

I thought I had done enough to take my seat again just in time for Marianne to rejoin us. 

I just heard Lucia murmur, 'She was right. A stallion.' 

That made me feel good, but within seconds there I was back to talking about the church roof with Marianne. 

Marianne was a do-gooder, in the nicest possible way. She ran the children's bible story classes and was dreading that the story of this party ever got to her children's parents. I assured her that I had been a little worried about it but that everyone had been very close-mouthed about it leading up to the event but that I would ask everyone to keep it quiet afterwards, before the evening wrapped up. 

She had drank probably a little too much already and was starting to get giggly. She went on to tell me how much fun this was, that she had seen so many 'thingies, and some of them were...you know ... hard.' 

Was she really a married woman?

I had had a few drinks myself and was beginning to feel invulnerable. Wasn't I a stallion?

I picked up her hand and put it on my cock. 'There,' I said, 'now you have felt one as well. Is it like your husband's?'

She looked very embarrassed but I noticed did not pull her hand away. 

Instead she seemed to be measuring it with her hand.

'No,' she breathed. 'It is bigger, much bigger.' With her other hand she blatantly moved the tablecloth out of the way so that she could see it. 

'My goodness. It is big. I am glad that Graham does not have one like that I would get hurt trying to fit it in me. We are trying to have a baby soon you see. So we need to practice as much as we can.'

I was laughing really. She seemed to be very naïve yet was enjoying herself with my cock, and now my balls. 'Oh my, these are big as well. Do you have children?'

'Not yet,' I flirted. 'But you know where to come if you need a little more support, and I am sure that I wouldn't have any trouble getting my own little monster in here.'

I squeezed my fingers between her legs to find that she was also moist and sticky. Not oozing like Britney or gushing like Lucia, but definitely wet. She stiffened at first and I thought that maybe I had gone too far, but no, she opened her legs enabling me to move an inch or two inside her.

'I don't think so,' she laughed. 'I want to have good-looking children like my husband, not ugly like you.'

She wasn't that drunk that she could not think of a good response.

'On the other hand,' she continued, 'if I want my boys big and hard, then I know where to come.'

She emphasised the big and the hard with grasps of my dick. I gave her a little kiss knowing that coffee was over and we had to move on to the next part of the evening. 

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Lucia slumped in her chair watching me as the guy beside her chatted away to Diane on his other side. I winked at her to see her nod. An appraising look to say that we were not yet finished. OMG what a night. 

As much as I was enjoying myself, it was time to move on.

'Ladies and Gentlemen,' I started, 'I hope that you have been enjoying yourselves so far. I know I have. It is now just after ten and we will start the dancing. While it would have been good to have a live band or even a disco, for security it was better to have pre-recorded music playing using the hotel's own disco lights. It does mean that if you dislike the music, bad luck. Instead of dancing maybe you can find someone to sit on your knee and just talk about the first thing that comes up.'

Most people eventually got the joke although I did see one or two guys explaining it to their companions. 

'The music will play for approximately thirty minutes when we will stop for an auction of promises. For your information the raffle has already been drawn, is that right Bill.' I received a thumbs-up from Bill Petchard who along with Coral had been nice enough to draw and label the prizes. 

'I have promised not to waste your time this evening so will merely tell you that the prizes that you saw on the way in, ranging from bottles of alcohol to a week skiing for eight people, via meals and sex toys will all be on the sideboard awaiting collection by the lucky winners on the way out. Just show your ticket to Bill or Coral and take the prize with you. 

Right the dancing is ready to go so I will leave you now with Billie-Jean and speak to you for the last time in half an hour.

I had heard Evan starting the music and as I finished speaking he turned it up to full power. 

There had been an exodus from the tables to the dance floor but luckily some of the guys had sensibly stopped and helped move the tables closer together down to one end. 

Maybe all the diners were Michael Jackson fans, or maybe they merely wanted to see their table partners dancing naked. I think I can guess which.

I arrived back at the table to find it empty so started looking around trying to see a spare girl. There must be one somewhere I figured, although as it was a fast number there was a strong possibility that there were groups of girls dancing together I guessed. 

I got lucky anyway as Tina was coming back from the toilets and so she grabbed me and we quickly saw our table all dancing together. It was strange looking around that the tables were staying very much intact. Obviously I could not remember who had been on which table but I was pretty sure that people were tending to stay in their sets. 

I looked around pleasurably basking in the attractive girls that I had been sitting next to. Stunning, every one of them, and pretty well all different. Funnily enough next morning I could not even remember which other men had been on my table. Strange that?

Towards the end of Billie Jean as the music schmoozed into Blame it on the Boogie I was dancing with Tina in front of me, but she was facing the other way. Her bum was gyrating to the beat, but in my groin, my cock providing a pole on which to perform her own little pole dance. Philippa, behind me was grinding out a fast form of vertical intercourse I think, but at the same time was trying to infiltrate my arsehole with her finger. This kept me pushed hard upright against Tina's anal crack. Heaven... is in the back seat of my Cadillac was the next number and the frantic pace slowed down to solid groping. 

It would be tedious for the reader, and also of course very difficult to remember every record and every dance. Suffice to say that this first half hour with the preponderance of faster numbers was shared mainly between Tina, Philippa and briefly with Lucia. I was saving the younger girls for the slower dances towards the end, as I had promised. 

All too quickly ten forty-five arrived and now hugely rampant I climbed back onto the makeshift stage for the last time to ironic cheers.

'Well Ladies and Gentlemen, how is your evening so far?'

'Great' was the answer, followed by 'And I can see you are having a good time too.'

I hoped it was too dark to see my blush spreading. I had no response. 

I quickly gathered my thoughts and started again.

'Right then, Ladies and Gentlemen, we have an auction for four promises.

We will leave it to whoever buys the package to sort out times and dates with the Promisors at a later date. A date and time convenient to all parties.

The first promise is a photography session from Sue and I. Please stand up Sue.'

I embarrassed Sue who was sitting on someone's knee at this stage. I had no idea who it was, it certainly wasn't Evan. 

Sue stood and waved, like me earlier, pink with embarrassment. I wondered whether those sitting nearer her had heard a 'pop' as she stood up. 

'The second auction is a free Bedroom Magic party with wine, in your own home, or elsewhere if you would prefer it, hosted by Kay. Kay stand up, and assisted by Pete, standing waving there at the side. 

The third promise is that Danny and Evan, stand up guys, will act as cocktail waiters at your next ladies event and the fourth that Frannie and Jane will offer the same service to your next stag night or poker night Gentlemen. Wave girls.' 

There was a lot of talking. I banged on the wall for quiet again. 

'So. The first promise is a photography session in my make shift studio, or anywhere else of your choosing. 

Sue and I, who both studied photography at College will take photos of you, or even your dogs if you want, and model with you, as desired.'

There were cries of 'I wouldn't trust you with my dog.'

'We are prepared to take Boudoir poses, as they are euphemistically called and the photos can be as saucy as you want, or you can invite your granny to the session. Okay Sue?'

She laughed and tried to look coy. Difficult, when completely naked.

'Right who will bid two hundred dollars?'

A forest of hands went up and gradually fell as I went through three hundred, four five six and up to one thousand.' The three or four people left at thousand stayed the course right through to fifteen hundred dollars the eventual winner stayed right up to two thousand two hundred dollars. I was amazed. I was also delighted to see that Jack was the buyer. Did that mean I was going to get the chance to shoot the lovely Diane. I would have to check to see whether I needed different filters to emphasise the black and white contrasts.

'Jack, thank you so much. Two thousand two hundred dollars, please sign an IOU with Evan please Jack. Your appreciation please, Ladies and Gentlemen.'

This last was really unnecessary as he got a huge ovation.

'Next we have one really for the Ladies. Kay is a Bedroom Magic rep and will host a party for up to twelve ladies The goodies she will show may be tried or tried on include Lingerie, Adult Clothing and Sex Toys. Kay will provide free wine and bountiful nibbles. Nibbles I said Gents. You do have dirty minds.

You will be able to try and buy from the whole range of clothing and Kay and Pete will assist you in your choices. The main hostess will receive a twenty percent discount on all purchases and the other ladies at the party ten percent. Gentlemen I am afraid that there are no men allowed at the parties, with the exception of Pete of course, who I can guarantee, is no Gentleman.'

The bidding rose rapidly before stopping at nineteen hundred dollars.

'Thank you Philippa. A big hand please.'

That was great for two reasons. Firstly all they were buying were wine and nibbles, and secondly with Philippa the hostess Pete was going to get at least one eyeful. There was nothing shy about her.

'Next, Ladies again, our own version of Las Vegas's Chippendales Danny and Evan will offer drinks at your next party. I will leave it up to you guys to tell them what you want in the way of costumes, perhaps bow ties and lycra shorts, No ladies please do not laugh and upset them.'

In reality it was only the men laughing. 

'Perhaps just a maitre'd's apron or maybe pink frilly nighties with stockings and suspenders.'

Huge laughter at this from both the men and the ladies.

'I am not sure that you can negotiate that but you can give it a damn good try,' I continued. 'Do I hear twenty dollars. No. Will they have to pay you did I hear?'

More laughter.

'One thousand dollars, and I decide the uniforms,' I heard shouted from the floor, Agnetha I think.

Luckily I was not given time to answer that. Would I have dropped the guys from the frying pan into the fire. You bet I would.

One thousand five hundred, two thousand, two and a half thousand were rapidly shouted out before I could get back in charge of the bidding. 

Taking control I got the bidding up to three thousand dollars before a jubilant Lucia topped out the bidding with three thousand five hundred. 

'Wow, three thousand five hundred dollars, Lucia thank you, and you don't even go to our church.'

She laughed but was quick enough to say 'Church, what is this I keep hearing about a church. Tonight is about MEN. I will make it five thousand dollars if you and Pete come too.' 

Although the capitals are mine the intonation was all hers and caused a huge burst of merriment. After the earlier drinks and dancing there was nobody here allowing religion to hold the upper hand over hedonism. 

What could I say but 'Your wish is my command Lucia, and I cannot speak for Pete at this moment but I am sure he will be there. '

'I am sure if he cannot be there you will give me good value for the extra dollars,' Lucia smouldered and blew me a kiss as she embraced Evan while attempting to sign an IOU. What had we let ourselves in for?

'And finally gentlemen,' I started to cries of one thousand and two thousand dollars. This was going to go well you could just feel it. 

'And finally gentlemen the last promise of the evening, Franny and my wife Jane will offer a similar service to the guys in the last promise. They will be your cocktail waitresses at a party of your choice. Ladies would you like to come up here and show yourselves?' 

Perhaps a poor choice of words as they were both naked already.

'Again costumes can be negotiated with the ladies direct.' I finished.

'Now do we get the pink frilly nightie, stockings and suspenders,' cried one guy, leaving me in a bit of turmoil. It had been me who had suggested that for the men.

'I like the costumes they are wearing right now,' cried another, leaving me the opportunity to say 'Thank you ladies, you may return to your seats.'

Before the mob gets ugly, I nearly added. It was getting a little out of hand. 

'I am afraid I would not dare to negotiate their costumes. My life would not be worth living at home, I must chicken out of that.

Did I hear two thousand dollars?'

I got swamped with bids and the market rapidly moved through three to seven thousand dollars before being capped at a magnificent seven thousand five hundred dollars by Georgio, to a standing ovation.

Dripping Mediterranean charm like olive oil he added, 'Like my friend Lucia I would feel churlish without offering ten thousand to include Kay and Sue.'

'Georgio on behalf of St. Marks Church Fund I thank you immensely and will allow the ladies to talk about it themselves and come back to you. Thank you.

And now, really finally, it is about eleven. The music will play until twelve thirty and I hope you have all ordered taxis or lifts to collect you by one AM.

We have had a fantastic night so far and you have been generous beyond our wildest expectations. We will let you know what we have made as soon as possible. I would ask you for the peace of mind of all of us here that you do not say a word later about the event to anyone who has not been here. It is the only way to keep this evening fun, which could easily be construed as shocking, if it ever reached the local press.




The New Church Roof Ch. 07



Please continue to enjoy the evening and remember it is particularly important as more alcohol is consumed that you remember the meaning of respect. Thank you.'

Before I could get off the stage Bill Petchard had pushed his way on to offer the eight of us thanks. As he put it, 'For an evening like none of us had ever been to before, nor realistically ever expected to go to.'

I was pleased to note that this achieved really warm applause. Not the sort of over the top cheering and raucous calling that had typified the end of the auction. Fabulous.

'I think you will also be pleased that a few of us agreed that the four couples had done such a wonderful job of organising this evening that we put in a couple of hundred bucks to buy them some raffle tickets. 

Well guess what, they won top prize. The week for the eight of them to go skiing. Congratulations guys and I hope you have a wonderful time. Payback comes for good as well as evil.'

We shook hands as the diners thundered out their applause.

'And I want to hear all about the week when you come back,' he whispered in my ear, as we left the stage. 'I mean all about it.' And he winked. 

I found Sue and the rest of the girls buzzing excitedly about the thought of the weeks skiing. Well I think it was the skiing they were buzzed about. The husbands were just as happy.

What a nice thought from Bill and Coral. Had we really won it with the few extra tickets they had bought or had he just organised it that way as they were in charge of drawing the raffle?

It didn't matter now, everyone who mentioned it shook my hand and said that they were delighted we had got it. What a result.

I went back to my table to find it empty and everyone dancing except Diane who was standing at the side watching. She was delighted to sink into my arms as one slow number segued into the next. 

My right hand dropped to cup her tight lean buttocks. She leaned into me trapping my cock between us. 

'You know' I said. 'It is too dark for me to see that absence of fur that we were talking about earlier. Perhaps I need to have a feel instead.' I murmured in her ear, attempting to be smoother than Georgio's oil. 

'Is that a racist comment,' she said, fairly loudly it seemed to me and I stiffened. Well the rest of me did. My cock could get no stiffer.

'She laughed. 'Only joking. I think it is very important that you feel it now. You need to get to know my body well so that you can photograph it at its best. I expect you will want to put on these strong powerful lights so that you will get to see every inch of my body.'

She was rapidly talking herself into an orgasm.

I slipped my hand between our thighs, down her pudendam and, via a little flick on her clit, into her slit.

The flick alone nearly caused both of us to climax, she because it was a flick on her clit and me because she had jumped hard and rubbed herself strongly against my sensitive cock which had now been hard for a couple of hours without relief. 

I continued the conversation where she had left off.

'Yes I will have these harsh hot lamps poised all around your body. I will see every pore of your skin. I will see the pink lips easing their way between your black outer layers. You little clit, so sensitive, will be pushing up, growing like a bulb towards the light.

My assistant will be pinching these nipples, like this, to display how hard your tender buds can be. And tender, you do not know how tender they can be until I have sucked and chewed upon them while focussing my Hasselblad on your areolae.'

In retrospect the Hasselblad was probably a name drop too far. I certainly don't have a Hasselblad, just a regular old digital camera. 

It worked however. Diane bucked against me and covered my fingers in her cream. 

'You bastard,' she whispered.' That was just too good. I tell you man you better have those lights hot hot hot, when you take my photograph and as for your assistant, the first time she bites my nipple, she better be ready to come all over my face. Thank you for that exquisite dance. I hope I don't have to go off to the toilet every time I dance with someone here tonight.

Knowing that you are only a selfish man I expect you will be dancing with someone else by the time I get back. I will see you at the photo shoot and beware, I may not be an experienced model now, but I will be by the time I have finished that photo shoot.' 

She strolled languidly off towards the bathroom. From my photographers eye there was just enough light to see reflections off the liquid splashed down her thighs. 

She had given me her instructions. Find someone else. She was going to.

The music was just changing to Moon River. Corny, old-fashioned, nice and slow. I noticed that Marianne was dancing around the edge with the taller older guy who had been on the table with us. I think his name was Col, or Colin. They were not grinding or groping so I felt I had the right to 'excuse me'.

I tapped them both on the shoulder and said 'Would you mind if I took the dance that I had promised Marianne earlier Col.'

She seemed pretty happy about it, and with one or two whisks we disappeared into the middle of the throng where we were less likely to be observed. I had no idea what Graham looked like but I was sure that I did not want to be introduced if I managed to get lucky with his girl friend. 

'So how has your evening been,' I asked cupping her buttocks. 

I felt her stiffen a little and her hands slid a little lower just below my waist but still pretty restrained. All my good work had obviously gone to pot. Perhaps she had sobered up. 

'I have had a wonderful time,' she surprised me with.

She put her cheek onto my shoulder and relaxed in to me. 

'I have met all these nice people and what an education I have had. I have seen all these thingys... as I told you. Big ones, small ones, hard ones, soft ones. You know Chip who was on our table?'

I nodded although I had only briefly been introduced to him and I was not sure who he was with.

'Well he had a lovely one. All soft and cuddly. He asked me to hold it and then told me if I did it would grow, but it didn't. It just stayed all floppy and lovely. I loved cuddling it, it was so soft.' She sounded dreamy. Maybe she hadn't sobered up. 

'I think he was disappointed but I thought it was lovely. He said he had been dancing earlier with Philippa and Lucia and maybe it was tired. Why would he say that? Why would it be tired?'

Oh fantastic, here we go sex education lessons. 

'Well,' I said 'I suspect he meant that he had cum earlier and he could not get it hard again. You do know what cum means?'

'Of course I do, you mean ejaculate don't you? I think. But surely he wouldn't do that here. You only do that in bed when you are trying for babies. Uggh that's horrible I am sure he did not mean that. Not in here. Wouldn't it be all over the floor.'

I thought that here was my chance to enjoy myself and give her a little basic sex education.

'I think what he meant was, that while he had been dancing, he had put his cock, like this, in between Philippa's and Lucia's legs. No, not at the same time. Different dances.'

My cock now slid along her slit and I could feel the top revelling in a warm wet environment. Marianne had gone a little distant as well, but she was obviously enjoying it. 

'And then maybe he had just slipped it inside them, like this.' 

She groaned softly and squirmed against me. Her eyes were shut and you could see she had lost all perception of where we were. Luckily everyone around us was in a similar pose and certainly not taking any notice. I hoped Graham was not amongst them. 

'And then perhaps he pushed harder and harder like this. And she pushed back, yes that's right like that, harder and harder. Again I recognized the orgasm strike. I think I probably knew more about it than Marianne did, but while I was very close to cumming, I did not think it was fair to cum inside her as she was trying for a baby. Instead I pulled out and shot my load, and by this time it was a load, onto her slit and down her right thigh. 

'Right.' I thought to my preservation time.

'David thank you that was lovely,' she said. 'I am not sure what we did but it was dreamy.'

'Now look,' I said. You have to think seriously now. If you and Graham are trying for a baby he probably would not have wanted me to cum... err ejaculate on your leg. So the best thing you can do is go off to the toilets, trying to avoid Graham on the way there, and wipe off all the stuff on your thigh. Once you have done that you can tell him that you just went off to the toilet but that you have had a couple of lovely dances with one or two people. You might even tell him that Chip only had a soft cock. I probably wouldn't even bother to mention our dance, unless you tell him that perhaps I was a better dancer than Colin. I was wasn't I?'

'Oh much better,' said Marianne. 'Colin didn't give me that warm feeling. Not even Graham has ever given me that warm feeling and he can ChaChaCha and everything.' 

'I am so pleased.' I said, gave her a kiss and ushered her towards the toilet. I watched her as far as the door and no-one had interrupted her walk to remonstrate with her so I felt we were safe. 

Who's next, I thought. I looked at my watch to find that there was only half an hour left. I really needed Lucia, Philippa or Britney. 

The dilemma was taken out of my hands as I saw Britney crossing the dance floor towards me.

'There you are,' she said. 'I have been looking for you for those dances you promised me.' 

'Sorry babe, organiser's duties I guess, still I am all yours now.'

There was only half an hour left and I had danced with Philippa and given a blow job to Lucia. Selfish time. 

We waved to Col who yet again had been the unlucky one to give up Britney, the girl he was dancing with. 

We moved well together. Even with my hands clasping her buttocks we got a real rhythm into our dance. As the next number got slightly faster again we had a terrific dance together. She could obviously dance well and had a nice sense of rhythm but was not used to her partner leading. 

Once she got that straight, and I must admit I had to smack her bottom a couple of times for trying to lead, we were great together.

My cock returned to it's full natural size and was well in the fundament again. The time flew by until with only a couple of dances left I felt her stiffen. 'There is Dirk. This is the first time I have seen him tonight.'

I looked over he was dancing with Joanna who had recently married her own toy-boy, twenty years younger than her and was now apparently enjoying a trial of another one. 

'Look what they are doing,' Britney said. 'They are playing with each other, and is that lipstick around his cock. I'll kill him.' She started to disentangle herself.

'No don't do that, don't cause a fuss. She will think she has won the fight with you over him. Just enjoy yourself, forget him for now and then examine him later. Check his cock for lipstick and smell his fingers. See if they are sticky. Then give him hell. But get even with him first. With me.' 

I took the opportunity of sticking a couple of fingers deep inside her. She groaned and rubbed against me. 

'You're right. Just dance a little more over here where it is darker but I can still see him. There now let me suck your cock.'

Magnificent. How I love vengeful women, providing they aren't mine. 

As she sucked away, always keeping one eye on Dirk I put two fingers back in her pussy and angled my thumb into her back passage. She groaned. 

'I have never ooohhh. Yes '

I was never about to find out what she had never done. Even though I could guess. 

She quickly launched herself around my waist so my cock buried itself in her pussy.

I bounced, rhythmically in time to the music, with her impaled upon my cock. Around us the few other people were all pretending to dance as well.

Eventually I gave up the effort to hold her up, leaned her against the wall and commenced upon the short strokes.

'Are you on the pill? Can I come inside you?'

'Yes, Yes, Yes, please. You are a fantastic lover. Oh I am cumming. 

I have never cum like that.'

This time I knew what she had never done. 

I had not yet gone soft. She was still exciting me. 

'We just have one last moment,' I said as the music started what I knew would be the last dance. 'You seemed to like my thumb up your bum, would you like to try my cock there?'

She looked like I had just suggested that I would give her a wedding ring.

'How?'

'Bend forward, Hands upon the wall. Push.'

My head quickly passed her sphincter and I managed to stifle her scream with my hands. 

After thirty seconds I felt her push back towards me and before the end of the record I was fucking her flat out.

I was about to come again. But she did first. Like a train, and this time everyone in the vicinity turned around to see what the noise was about. 

They all recognised me of course but hopefully Britney was more anonymous, particularly with her face jammed against the wall. As she started to get her breath back I pushed myself hard against those delightfully soft buttocks and jammed a couple of ropes of cum deep inside her.

She was wobbly as I helped her to her feet and leaned in to kiss her until she was ready to face the world again.

The music had stopped and around us everyone was saying late night farewells without speaking. 

I suggested that if she was still mad at Dirk that she should go along to the toilet and clean herself down before she saw him and not to show him her arsehole until at least tomorrow evening, by which time it would be back to its normal size. 

I kissed her and schmoozed her towards the toilets. 

It was time to find Jane and get dressed. Not necessarily in that order I thought. 

Home beckoned, it had been a long night.

The back of the bar area where the clothes had been hung was a mass of naked and semi naked-people. Suddenly a lot of the guests felt guilty about being naked and were desperately trying to find their clothes. 

There were of course the exceptions, Philippa for example who was saying her good-byes still naked. There were still two or three couples sharing a farewell kiss. Okay making out. 

Eventually there were the eight of us left, now dressed, and Georgio. 

We had been congratulated and thanked by almost everyone who left.

Georgio's food and organisation had been praised and we were nine happy bunnies.

The raffle prizes had all been collected, I hoped by the right people, and there on the table was the voucher for a weeks skiing for eight. Pete picked it up, kissed it and said, 'Wow wasn't that nice of Bill and Coral to organise that whip for us. And then we were even luckier to win this first prize.'

I didn't bother to suggest that Bill might have rigged it. I would continue to let him think that we were all just lucky. And I guess we were lucky. The eight good friends were going to have a great week skiing and ... and there's a good question. What would we be doing in the evenings? From what I had seen of my friends activities at the party we had long gone past the being shy stage. Or even the 'not fucking anyone but our partner stage'. I was determined to find out how Jane had spent her evening, and with whom? I had not seen much of her. 

Georgio half-heartedly suggested a drink but we all felt exhausted and our taxis were due any moment. In fact the eight of us split and we shared the cab directly home with Sue and Evan. 

'See you in church tomorrow. Or even later today,' said Sue. 'We are never going to make the morning service.'

There was no question of doing anything that night except sleeping. 

I was up first and presented Jane with breakfast in bed. Not a lot, some juice, coffee and toast but the thought was there. In fact a whole range of thoughts were there. As I awoke I started to feel for Jane, thinking that I might relieve this morning's woody that arose when the memories of last nights fun and games flooded into my head. I suddenly realised that I had effectively had unprotected sex with at least two other people. 

I hoped they were clean, but it was too late now. Or was it?

I looked over at my darling wife and realised that I had to come clean and tell her at least a little about my evening and that I should probably go to the hospital for a check-up before we made love again. 

Suddenly making breakfast for her seemed like a good idea.

She awoke with the smell of the coffee and beamed over at me. 

She kicked off the sheet and stretched her tight athletic body, pushing her hands up against the bedhead and spreading her legs as if tied. I knew what she wanted. The same as me. 

'Later,' I said. 'Drink your coffee. How was your evening?' 

'It was great, she said. 'We had a wonderful table including Jack and young Dario, you know, Joanne's young second husband and a guy named Phil, who could really dance and we did everything that...' her voice tailed off. 

I saw my chance to at least draw even. 

'Everything?' I said. 'Naked? Did you think about STD's at all, because I will admit to you that I didn't? Not that of course I made love to anyone, but I did get close enough that I guess I could have picked up STDs if any of the girls on our table had any. I never thought about that before the event.' 

There I had made my confession. Sort of.

'I saw a little tear trickle down her cheek. Dammit I swear she could do that at will. 

'Me too,' she admitted. 'When I was dancing with Jack, well you saw what size it was. It was very close to me.'

'How close.' 

'Don't make me say it David. You know I only love you but we were very close.'

So they had fucked. Still I could hardly give her a hard time. 

'Okay this is what we will do. It s only fair to each other that we both go to the hospital and get blood tested. No sex until we are done. In fact we can go this afternoon before church and we will get the results back by Tuesday. 

In the meantime give me a cuddle, in fact why don't you just pull me off and get rid of this woody. That's not going to hurt anyone. I will do the same to you if you like. Pass me your rabbit.' 

A happy hour ensued which rounded off the weekend's activities nicely. 

We duly attended the local hospital for blood tests and were told the answers would be available Wednesday. That was good. I am also glad that we decided to go so promptly because by Monday evening there was a waiting time of over an hour. I guess a lot of people found themselves in the same boat as us. 

I know that Jane mentioned that we had been to the other three girls and they all said that they thought that was a good idea and that they and their husbands would go along as well.

I was quite relieved at that. I felt that even if we did not get 'friendly' again before the ski trip we would certainly find temptation staring us in the groin on the trip. 

After seeing each other briefly in church on Sunday the eight of us were all due to meet up again at our place on the following Saturday. They were instructed to bring their diaries as we had some dates to sort out. The ski holiday first and then our availability for the 'promises'.

We all met about seven and got the drinks flowing.

The first thing we all wanted to know was how much money we made. 

Evan sat and looked important with his lap-top in front of him.

'Well, I don't quite know yet,' he imparted to groans. 

'Well how much do you think we made' said Jane.

'Actually, it is almost done,' said Evan. 'We made nearly $100,000 on tickets, overt $20,000 on the undressers, $15,000 on the promises, a great $17,000 on the raffle. Our costs are really only Georgios bill which he cut down to $20 per head for the food and $32 for the drinks, about $5,000. There were a couple of hundred incidentals, which gave us a grand profit of ... someone provide the drum roll please... $142,700 .'