The New Church Roof

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.