I was pretty sure my wife Karen was up to something when she said we should throw a party, not that this would be unusual except that she wanted to take care of the guest list and asked that I not talk about it with anyone. She had a particular group of people in mind.
The invitees consisted of four other married couples we knew so it would be 10 people in all. When I asked Karen if she had anything "special" planned, she just grinned so I knew she was up to something. She apparently talked to everyone in person to make sure no one would bring extra guests. I noticed she seemed extra frisky in the days leading up to the party.
It was early summer so everyone wasn't wearing much clothing. The ladies were all wearing skirts and tight-fitting tops. We had plenty of booze and food for people to munch on. Everyone was there by 8 and around 9:30 everyone had a good buzz on.
Karen brought everyone into the living room declared that all the guys should follow her to the basement. As she said this, and as we followed her out of the room, the wives all shared knowing looks so it was obvious they were up to something. Down in the basement, Karen informed us that she and the other wives had something special planned for the night.
"A few weeks ago the other wives and I got to talking about something fun we could do, rather than sitting around drinking wine or playing boggle. Some of us thought about going to a strip club, but that seemed kind of sleazy. We figured instead of checking out a bunch of naked strangers, it would be more fun to have you guys show us what you've got," Karen said. "You know, the full Monty."
The other guys were speechless, they looked at me but I didn't know what to say.
"Mark didn't know anything about this. It was all our idea and believe me, your wives are in on this. Oh and before you get any ideas, the ladies and I will be staying dressed," Karen said. "It's not an orgy, it's just a bit of naked fun."
Karen said she would leave us alone for a few minutes to think about it. She pointed us to several towels that were stacked up on the pool table and said we should wear them around our waists when we came upstairs, but nothing else.
"You can either stay down here and shoot pool with your clothes on or you can get naked and join the party," Karen said. "Just keep in mind that your wives will be expecting you."
After she left the guys all wanted to know what was going on. I told them that I didn't know what to expect, but I had no intention of missing this party. I removed my clothes, wrapped a towel around my waist and went upstairs. The ladies cheered as I entered the living room.
One by one the other guys nervously entered the living room and their wives beamed. The only one remaining was Kevin and his wife Sherry had to go into the basement to retrieve him. He entered the living room looking even more nervous than the rest of us.
The ladies had us line up in front of them. They counted down from 10 and, as instructed, we removed the towels and stood there completely naked before them as they cheered.
Karen invited the ladies to check out our equipment. Some of them were as nervous as we were, although they were clearly enjoying all of this flesh on display and at their disposal.
The women circulated and every one of them took turns groping my ass, caressing my thighs and lightly running their hands over my dick and balls. Some of them were more aggressive than others. I couldn't help but let out a moan, and the other guys were clearly enjoying this as well. My dick swelled.
After every woman had checked out each of the guys, Karen had the women take a seat on the couches but said us guys would have to stand at attention.
"I'd say they're already standing at attention," Melanie said, noticing our predicament, and they all laughed.
Karen pulled out a hat and told us that she and the other wives had written various activities on slips of paper. She pulled one of them from that hat and laughed as she read it aloud: "paddling."
The ladies all giggled as Karen produced several ping pong paddles and told us guys to "assume the position" by leaning over the back of a couch.
All of the guys must've realized they had no choice and we all did as instructed. Some of the ladies got behind us to take their swings, while others watched from the front. Fortunately, none of them were swinging too forcefully but it still stung. Even though it hurt, my dick started to grow even more.
"Oh, I think Mark is liking this," Stacey commented to a few of the others. "Look how hard he's getting."
The others giggled as they took notice of my predicament. They also surveyed the other guys and found I wasn't the only one who was rock hard. Each wife paddled a couple of guys before settling back down into the couches.
Karen pulled out a piece of paper and read it, "dance for us and really shake it." The ladies laughed and cheered. Karen put some music on and, as embarrassed as we were, all of the guys started to dance. Some of the guys were pretty timid but I really got into it, shaking my hardon and balls all over the place while the wives cheered. I danced as close as I could to some of them, giving them a good look at my equipment.
Their excitement was both a turn on and a sign of encouragement so I shook my thing for each of them as I moved slowly around the room, making sure they all got a good look. A few of the other guys followed my lead. A couple of the wives slapped us on the ass as we went by.