Since our kids have grown up and left home my wife Allie has thrown herself into her activities such as yoga and book club. I hardly ever know her schedule and always seem to find out at the last minute if there are events happening, and whether I'm invited or not. Fair enough, it's good that she's keeping in touch with her circle of women friends, mostly mothers who have known each other since they had their first child.
I wasn't that surprised when she told me, 'Ted, remember we are going to a party at Diana's tomorrow evening'. I didn't know who Diana was, maybe book club or yoga. And then Allie said casually, 'Diana and Paul are naturists, so it will be clothing optional'. That did surprise me, as we had been to several naturist resorts over the years, but Allie had always made it clear that she went reluctantly, and she quickly changed the subject if I ever commented on another man's physique. I had noticed however that she seemed more than usually responsive in bed in the privacy of our cabin at these resorts. I just replied, 'OK' and kept my thoughts to myself.
The next evening she surprised me again by being ready on time. Allie was in good shape compared to some of the other mothers, and looked very fetching in her blue cocktail party dress. I didn't see the point of going to much trouble if we were just going to take it off later, and she gave me a look that said I could have tried harder to look presentable to her friends.
Diana and Paul's house was a modern two storey with a pool, immaculate inside and well-groomed garden outside, buzzing with conversation from guests already arrived. We were immediately given a glass of champaign and a few introductions (I forgot names almost immediately) and were shown where we could change and leave our things. Allie had downed her champaign quickly, and drew her dress over her head and neatly folded it, revealing she had worn no underwear, and I guessed she had trimmed her bush, which she usually refused to trim or shave for me.
Allie and Diana went off to chat with some of the other wives, and I chatted for a while with Paul, who had the physique of an athlete, I guess he was ten years younger than me and very confident, with a big ego to match the size of his cock. There were several older men, white haired and amiable, with whom I chatted, while looking around the room to keep an eye on Allie. As people moved around talking and drinking, couples would discreetly move into the adjoining hallway or, I guessed, other rooms and it became pretty obvious what some were here for. I didn't expect Allie would be into that, but I anxiously scanned the room to see where she was.
When I saw Allie and Paul quietly move towards a darkened corner of the hallway leading to other rooms, I managed to steer the group I was talking with to a position where I could still see them. Allie was leaning against the wall, Paul in front to her close. They were talking and then he moved closer and kissed her. She had her arms around him, and when he moved back a little I could see he had a massive hardon, which he was pressing against her belly. I watched him move a hand down between them to straighten himself, then he put his arms around her and kissed her even more passionately. She was clearly into him with her whole body, and from the way she moved I thought he might already be inside her.
The older guy I was chatting with, Lionel, white haired with a trimmed white beard, lent towards my ear and whispered, 'I think she likes it'. I hadn't realised I was so focussed on Paul and Allie, and turned back to Lionel, who continued in a low voice, 'I love your uncut cock' and proceeded to start fondling my foreskin. I didn't want to move away or lose sight of Allie, and stood transfixed as I watched Paul work his cock into my wife while Lionel gently rubbed the foreskin over the tip of my dick.