This story includes details of wife swapping so you shouldn't read it if that bothers you.
It was my sixtieth birthday recently and inevitably there was a bit of looking back. I married Steve in 1979 and we've had a very happy, if slightly predictable, marriage. Actually that's a bit unfair because there was a surprising episode earlier in our marriage.
It was back in 1985 and we had a dinner party involving three other couples round at our house. We were all in our late twenties or early to mid-thirties. My husband Steve's new pride and joy (or alternatively his latest toy) was sat on a small desk in the corner of our lounge. Home computers were just starting to appear and Steve was a bit of an enthusiast. All the men were interested in it, so later in the evening, after the meal, it was booted up and we wives rolled our eyes at their geeky enthusiasm. Graham used a computer at his firm, so he had a play with it to see how it compared.
"That looks interesting!" he suddenly exclaimed. Steve shot a look at me with a mixture of amusement and embarrassment. At first I was puzzled and then the penny dropped. Graham's wife Diane realised something was amiss and asked him what he meant.
"There's a programme on here called Stripper."
All eyes were on me and I could feel myself blushing as I explained that it was just a silly game which we had played. Of course they wanted more details and I told them that it was something we had done on a Saturday night when watching a movie together. Red faced I explained that Steve would list all my clothes on the computer and every so often the computer would choose an item and I would remove it.
It would be a random choice, so the very first item I lost might simply be a shoe or it could be my panties. Steve chipped in and said that it was surprisingly sexy to have me sat next to him in a state of partial undress and with what I removed next being dictated by a machine.
"Let's give it a go," said Robert with a glance at his wife Carole.
"I'm not doing it on my own!" I exclaimed, which prompted Steve to say that it could easily be set up to work with four different people; so it was clear he was in favour.
"You'd all object to your wives playing," I said weakly, though the looks on the faces of the men told a different story.
"Not me," said Graham and David simply nodded his agreement. I looked at David's wife Jayne who was probably the most inhibited of the four of us, but before she could say anything Carole said "I'm up for it if the others are, it's time we were a bit naughty". Diane was easily persuaded and to my surprise Jayne nodded reluctantly after David had whispered in her ear. I could hardly back down on my own. Steve said he would change the programme so it worked on all four of us.
While he did that, we nipped upstairs to prepare ourselves and to make sure we were all wearing the same things: skirt, blouse, bra, panties and shoes. Five items in all.
When we returned downstairs the men had turned the lights down and put on some music and the computer screen glowed blankly in the corner.
"About five minutes to the first round," said Steve, and he explained that the machine would choose four garments each time, which would be picked at random and need not be one from each of us. It would allow us to keep four items between us, but not necessarily one each. So some of us might end up with one or two items, and others with none.
We tried to fill the next few minutes with small talk, but it was really awkward. I'm sure the others were thinking the same as me - in a few minutes we were expected to strip for a small group of men. I should explain that I am quite conservative and this was well outside my comfort zone.
Both Diane and Carole seemed surprisingly relaxed, in contrast Jayne looked quite tense. I put that down to her shy, introverted nature, though I did wonder if she was concerned at revealing how flat chested she was. Fortunately I didn't have any qualms on that point. I've always been secretly quite proud of my 36D bust and Steve has always said that I've got fabulous tits and how he loves my rose pink areola and prominent nipples.
There was a beep which made me jump, and the message on the screen read:
KAREN: BRA DIANE: SHOES JAYNE: BLOUSE KAREN: PANTIES
The first round was a disaster for me, but nobody would listen to my protests. So after a bit of a struggle I managed to remove my bra without unbuttoning my blouse and then reached under my skirt and removed my panties while being careful not to reveal anything.
