I have long had a sexual fantasy of being stripped nude and paraded before a room full of women. I would be humiliated but secretly aroused and after that, a woman would strip off before me and allow me to fuck her as everyone watched.
This is that story ...
I pulled over into the car park of the old Scout Hut. Located in a darkened area with barely any lighting, I was therefore surprised to see a number of cars there. My wife had not told me what to expect, only where to go. We hadn't been here in many years, our children having long past the age of being cub scouts.
I got out of the car and walked around to my wife's side, opening the door for her. She was wearing an off the shoulder powder blue dress, blue high heels and her best refinery. The dress emphasised her pert 32D breasts and curvaceous hips. Her blond hair was done up and she wore Daisy Dream perfume. As I held my hand out to assist her out of the car, I remarked, "We've seen this movie. It didn't end well for them."
"Oh," she said, gliding out of the car, "I assure you this will have a very happy ending." I pulled her towards me, leant in and we kissed, her lips sticky from the gloss she had applied to her full lips.
We walked into the building. It was as I remembered it; slightly run down and musty but, curiously, there seemed to be music and revelry coming from the main hall. I started to walk in that direction but my wife grabbed hold of my forearm.
"Nope," she said. "In there," and she gestured to a smaller room, just off to the side. I got a tad excited. "Why?" I asked, a mischievous smile on my lips. "Extra curricula activity?"
"Not ... quite," she teased, pulling me towards the room.
We entered. It looked like a small staff room. The entrance was near the door and there was an egress at the back, allowing for access to both the entrance hall and the larger main hall I recalled from a few years earlier. My wife closed the door behind her.
"Now," she said. "Strip!"
"What?" I asked, unsure what I'd heard. "You just said..."
"I know what I said. Take them off. Everything."
I have to confess to being quite in the dark to what was happening. "You want me to remove all my clothes?"
"All of them. I want you wearing nothing but your Boss aftershave."
I was intrigued by where this was going. My wife was not what I would call an exhibitionist but I was quite happy to be without clothing. I walked around the campsite at Glastonbury nude and more than one woman had caught sight of me naked doing Yoga in the living room when I'd forgotten to close the curtains. However, I did have a fantasy about being naked in front of a room full of women. My wife barely counted as a 'room' but I figured she must just want a quickie or something.
"Come on, we don't have all night!"
I did as I was told. I removed my grey Hawes & Curtis suit jacket and trousers and black boots. My wife took them, carefully folding them and hanging them up. She looked expectantly and I then removed my socks and underwear. I was glad it as clean.
Stood nude before her was strange. There was a different frisson to the situation, more so than even roleplay in the bedroom. I was in reasonable shape, possessed of strong thighs, wide shoulders and a meaty cock. She gave me a once over.
"You'll do," she said. "Right, walk out of the opposite door."
I looked at her as if an extra head had sprouted from her neck.
"But, I'm nude," I said, "In case you hadn't noticed."
"Oh, I've noticed."
She swiped at my cock, smacking it to the left.
"Now, go!"
Unsure what game she was playing, but intrigued enough to see it play out, I turned to walk to the far doorway. My wife smacked my arse. I stopped before the door and she took a moment to manoeuvre herself before me. She leant forward, her light blue eyes sparkling like a naughty schoolgirl, and opened the door. Before I could really do anything, she pushed me out.
