This is a true story from about fifteen years ago. I have changed the names of those involved; you will understand why!
As an HGV driver, I do not get home very often during the week as I am usually away in different parts of the country. I do not normally see my wife from Monday morning through Friday evening.
I knew my wife Tracey had a lingerie party booked for Friday; her friends and our neighbours were all expected to attend, along with the party organiser, Sally.
Unusually, I arrived home early that day. The party was fairly lively, so my appearance was not welcomed. It is against the rules of the party for a man to be present.
I said my hellos and made my way upstairs, where I showered and then lay on the bed in just a pair of boxers.
A short time passed, and Tracey appeared in the doorway. She was now quite merry, having consumed a few large glasses of wine. She was still unhappy with my presence, but she accepted that I had to come home.
She told me it was OK as long as I stayed in the bedroom until the party ended. I remained on the bed and was dozing when there was a knock on the bedroom door; it was Sally, the party organiser.
Sally is about twenty-five years old, blond, and very attractive. Sally said she had a proposition to put to me. She explained that the guests and my wife were all OK with her idea.
As I was in the house when I was not supposed to be, I could be useful. I was curious as to what she might say.
Sally explained that the guests wanted to buy sexy briefs for their partners. The idea was for me to model for them.
I thought it over for a few minutes and asked, "Are you sure?" Sally said, "Wait and see; I can promise you a good night.".
Tracey arrived at the bedroom door and confirmed that it was OK and that it was her idea.
I am quite proud of my body. I am not as slim as I used to be, but I am not fat. I go to the gym regularly and work out. I have a good-sized, nine-inch fat cock when erect, which women love.
Sally was pleased and brought me a selection of briefs that the ladies had selected.
I started off wearing a pair of tight boxers that showed my bulge off—too well. I slipped on my dressing gown and went downstairs to the lounge, where I saw lots of familiar faces and some unfamiliar ones.
The guests sat around a coffee table covered in dildos and sex toys of all shapes and sizes.
I slipped off the gown and, to my surprise, got a few wolf whistles and screams, even from my neighbours who had seen me in swimming trunks before.
I modelled various pairs of boxers before moving on to some thongs. I modelled the thongs, but I was feeling a bit insecure. I now had just a thin piece of material between me and about 15 ladies.
The thongs were very sexy and had me almost as excited as the guests. I was asked to wander in among the guests so they could get a closer look.
A couple of the ladies had a little grope of my cock as I modelled for them. I went back upstairs and was just stepping out of my latest pair of pants when Sally appeared in the room.
Sally walked straight in, so I covered my cock with my hands. Sally said, "Nice cock." She smiled at me, pushed my hands away, and took hold of my semi-hard cock.
I noticed that Sally had thrown something on the bed. I said, "What is going on? Have I finished?"
She dropped to her knees, took my cock in her mouth, and commenced to suck me. This was great but dangerous. I was almost fully erect when she stopped. Sally stood up and said, "Wear these for us," pointing to the clothes on the bed. "I will finish you later."
I picked up the clothes, which were a sexy pilot outfit, a thong with "get your lips around this," and a peephole. The guests would get to see some of my cock if I wore them.
I agreed and slipped on the thong. Sally produced some spray and sprayed my cock. This spray was supposed to stop me from getting an immediate erection once downstairs.