My wife Kim and I were excited when we received the invitation to attend the local Country Clubs annual "Toga Party". This meant we were being considered for membership to the club, since only members and prospective members were authorized to attend their functions. I guess all the political games at the office must have worked, several of my accounting firms managers were members, one of them must have submitted us for membership.
Finally the day of the event arrived. Kim had gone out and bought two new Egyptian cotton sheets to use for our togas, and had spent days measuring and sewing them so we would look great. For her that would be no problem, Kim would look great in a burlap sack! She stands 5' 10" with legs that seem to go on forever. Kim weighs in at a toned 110 Lbs, with a killer 38-25-36 (all natural) figure. Topping off the picture, she has waist length blonde hair, and an all over bronze tan (Kim soaks up the sun nude on our secluded balcony.) I am 6' 1" tall, weighing 210 Lbs, and stay in descent shape by playing a weekly basketball game with my old high school buddies. So, I think we looked great in our togas.
Invitation in hand we arrived at the party, since we were going to the club for the party, we felt we should dress appropriately for the location, so I had a pair of "Tighty Whities" under my toga, while Kim had a strapless white sports bra, and a white bikini bottom on under hers. We were greeted at the clubs front door by a staff member, who checked our invitations and then opened the front door allowing us entry to the club.
Once inside the clubs entryway, we were met by my boss, Dave Hanson and his wife Shelly. They were dressed very similar to us, except they had obviously chosen to go "Commando" under their togas, Dave's bare ass cheeks were peaking out the bottom of his toga, while Shelly's black bush could clearly be seen through hers.
Dave said: "Welcome Kim and Steve, as your sponsors it is our duty to welcome you, and to see that your are properly attired for this evenings events. Just to let you know, you have been accepted for membership in the club, and tonight will your initiation." He continued: "By the way, your togas look fantastic, but something just doesn't seem quite right."
Shelly spoke up, saying: "Dave I know what it is, it's the under things." Then to us she added: "Our toga parties are authentic Roman styled events, the only acceptable attire is togas only. If you wish to participate you need to remove your under things, and drop them into the basket over there", pointing to a wicker basket next to the entry door.
Kim asked to use the locker room to remove her things, but Shelly told her: "As initiates, you are not yet entitled to use club facilities, so just peel them off here, and we'll get on with the ceremony. Kim has always had a bit of an exhibitionist streak in her, just grinned then bent over and dropped her bikini bottom off, then pulled the strap of her toga aside and pulled her bra off over her head. Giving everyone in the entry way a great view of her stunning tits. She was getting aroused by this activity, because her nipples were now fully erect. Following her lead, I dropped my shorts and tossed everything into the basket.
