This story happened when my wife Karen and I were visiting her friend Audrey in another city. We're all in our late twenties. Karen is a brunette with long hair and a slim, tight body. Audrey is another dark-haired beauty with an amazing rack.
After arriving at Audrey's place Saturday afternoon I found out we were going to a party that night thrown by a friend of hers. Audrey said the party could get pretty wild, and she indicated I should catch up on my sleep. I took a nap while the girls talked.
The girls woke me up so I could shower before we went out to eat. As I stood there with a towel around my waist, figuring out what to wear, they entered and Audrey presented me with a small present. I opened the box and inside was a white cotton g-string. At first I thought it was a joke, but Karen insisted I try it on.
I turned away from them, dropped my towel and put on the g-string. It was just a thin piece of fabric that barely covered my package, running from the underside of my balls to barely covering the top of my shaft. My pubic hair curled out from the front. Karen made sure the thing was in place and turned me around to face Audrey, who dropped to her knees to inspect the thing.
Audrey started caressing me through the fabric and it felt really good. Despite my extreme embarrassment, my dick quickly stretched to its full length, pushing against the g-string and pulling it away from my body. The base of my shaft was now clearly visible from the top. Audrey traced a finger along the outline of my cockhead, which was somewhat visible through the fabric, and looked up at me with a smile.
Then Audrey stood up and left the room. Karen indicated I should get dressed for dinner and wear the g-string under my clothes. When I asked why, she just smiled and said I would find out later.
As someone who doesn't wear boxers, the g-string was a whole new experience for me. With every step I took, I could feel my dick swaying back and forth, lightly touching the fabric of my pants. I felt practically naked.
The girls were really dressed to the nines that night. Audrey was wearing a little black dress with a plunging neckline that showed off her cleavage. My wife was wearing a miniskirt and a top that clung to her like a glove, her lovely breasts clearly outlined by the fabric. We definitely received a lot of looks as we entered the restaurant. As we ate, the girls did most of the talking as my mind was racing about what might happen that night. My first drink went down like water.
The party was being held at a large and beautiful home. Karen and Audrey led the way inside where we were greeted by a pretty little blond girl in her early 20s. She introduced herself as Carrie, handed tickets to Karen and Audrey and pointed to a large closet near the foyer, telling them "he can leave his clothes in there."
Leave his clothes? Was I supposed to go naked? I looked into the other room and noticed several attractive and well dressed women, ages ranging from mid-20s to mid-40s, mingling among men who were wearing nothing but g-strings. There were a few guys serving drinks, wearing nothing bowties and black aprons.
Those guys are lucky, I thought, at least they're somewhat covered. I noticed a woman accepting a drink from one of the waiters. She ran her hand up under his apron and stroked him a few times before sending the guy on his way.
Audrey and Karen pulled me back into the foyer and started undressing me.
"Wait, wait, wait," I told them. "What's this about? I don't know if I can. Look, this is, I don't think I can..."
"Look honey," Karen replied. "You don't know any of these people, so there's nothing to be embarrassed about. I wouldn't have brought you here if I didn't think you would enjoy it."
I looked into the neighboring room. I wasn't sure.