I’m so excited, I just have to tell you the story of my naked night out! My wife and I have a very active sex life. We very much enjoy Clothed Female, Naked Male (CFNM) play, something we discovered years ago, when we were dating.
It all started rather innocently, during a relatively benign game of truth or dare. Having always been a bit shy, I usually opted for truth, just so I wouldn’t have to perform the crazy stunts often required for the dare. I’m not quite sure why, but during this particular game, I decided to take the dare. And my life has not been the same since.
The dare was to expose myself in front of those playing the game. The fact that I was the only male surrounded by a bevy of beautiful women spurred me further forward. Thinking I would just stand up, drop my pants to my knees, and quickly pull them back up before they had much chance to react, I boldly accepted the dare. Standing up amidst all the whoops and hollers, I began unbuckling my belt, and a hush fell over the room.
“Damn!” I thought. “Why did I get myself into this?” My hands began to tremble as I unbuttoned and began unzipping my pants. Just as I was ready to slide down the zipper, my girlfriend grabbed my wrist. She told me to wait, that she had a better idea. At first I was relieved, but I soon realized that whatever her idea was, it couldn’t be good. “Let’s take him along with us, completely naked, when we go out tomorrow night!”
“Whoa! Hold on a minute! I did not agree to spending an entire night naked around fully clothed women, I agreed to exposing myself, right here, right now, and that was it!”
“Well,” one of the girls said, “it’s like this. You could either go along with us on this naked night out adventure, or I will tell the dean about that final you cheated on last semester.”
Wondering how she knew about it but knowing, without a doubt, that she not only knew about it but had some kind of proof, I was forced to agree to the naked night out. By this time, it was quite late, so we made plans for meeting the next night and said our goodbyes.
As I was walking back to my dorm, I couldn’t help but feel my rock hard cock throbbing between my legs and thinking I should be embarrassed, not aroused. Over the next 24 hours, the more I thought about it, the more excited I became.
By the time I left to meet the group, my cock was aching and twitching, having been rock hard for most of the last 24 hours. I had masturbated several times but it hadn’t brought much in the way of relief, thanks to this little escapade hanging in the balance.
As I walked up to the door, I wondered if my excitement would be obvious, hoping that it would not. “This is crazy,” I thought. “What is wrong with me? Who in their right mind would be so excited about being naked, vulnerable, and humiliated in front of a group of women?”
Before I had a chance to think much more, the door opened and I was welcomed by a group of women laughing and pointing at the growing wet spot on the front of my pants. “I guess he won’t have to worry about that for long, will he?” my girlfriend said to them, talking about me as if I wasn’t even there. She then turned her attention to me and said, “Come inside, let’s get you ready.”
At this point I was ordered to strip naked so they could inspect my physique. I nearly lost it as I pulled off the last of my clothes and put on the g-string and bowtie they had given me. At that point, they led me out into the night, on an adventure I will never forget!
Soon we arrived at the club, where much to my surprise, a rather large group of women were expecting me. I was led to a carpeted area in the center of the room, where the women encircled me and began ordering me to perform. The rest of the night was a blur at the time, though now, 20 years later, I remember every little detail as if it happened just yesterday.
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