You could feel the excitement in the air. Maybe it was his promise that we were sure to enjoy this particular party, or his sly hints he dropped about the new toy that he and Natalie had bought, but our small group of swingers gathered in Mario's sumptuous gameroom seemed unusually eager that night. Neither Mario nor his charming wife Natalie in one of those of her slinky gowns, were there to greet us at the door. But the familiar group crowded in, helped themselves, and the party seemed to go on well enough without its host.
We had been there less than an hour, chatting, sitting around, drinking and smoking, when suddenly the lights went off; the crowd shifted in restless anticipation. There were a few whispers, quickly hushed. Somewhere, a woman giggled nervously. Then, dramatically, a single floodlight snapped on revealing the body of a nude woman sittung in a straight backed chair at the far end of the room, just in front of the fireplace.
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I stiffened my body, sitting up, fully erect under the lights. I kept my clasped hands in my lap and waited, determined to stay calm; but I couldn't help working my fists in nervous anticipation. Now Mario stepped up to me, into the circle of light, momentarily blocking the audience's view. His closeness sent me tingling in anticipation. He paused. He smiled. He looked deep into my eyes. I felt his presence, his masculine presence; so reassuring, within a few inches of me as I sat in the rigid chair. A thrill of lust fluttered in my cunt. There was a question in Mario's eyes.
I nodded my obedience. I knew what to do; I bowed to him and kept leaning forward, offering him the thin strap that ran across my bent back. His deft fingers found the little clasp, and I felt the brassiere pop free, instantly released, to drop away till it was left dangling only by thin shoulder straps. My breasts were now magnificently free. They hung with a slight sway, totally exposed, and deliciously naked in the cool air of that quiet room
Mario nonchalantly disposed of the redundant lingerie, dropping it into the shadows. He motioned for me to straighten up, shoulders back, as he stepped away, giving our audience an unrestricted view as I sat there under the light, naked from the waist up. I had been told to keep my head high, just like a model, Mario said; letting my audience get their fill of my bare breasts, my upper body held rigidly erect under the glare of the spotlight.
As Mario stepped back, I was left sitting there alone, bare-chested, my perky breasts revealed to all the men and women in our unseen audience. A thrill raced through me. My nipples were tingling at the very thought of being left half-naked like that before the crowd. The audience moved restlessly; there were a few whispered comments, even some joking. A woman giggled; a man's voice hushed her. Then an unseen man loudly interrupted the subdued murmur by shouting in a rough crude voice:
