Her First CMNF Experience

After the formal dinner ended, the orchestra at the other end of the large dining hall started to play soft, lovely music. I do not dance, so I remained seated, slowly sipping my wine glass at the large table, and savoring the presence of my lovely wife on my side. Music had barely begun when a tall, distinguished man in an elegant suit promptly approached my chair to salute me, and politely asked for the permission to dance with my wife.

To fully inform the reader, I have to say my sweet, shy wife, just like the other 3 female guests that evening, was seated fully naked on the chair next to mine, whereas all 12 gentlemen including myself were dressed in rather formal wear.

The gentleman, according to the CMNF rules of the dinner, had not directed his question at my wife, but solely at me. As I nodded, my sweet wife's face and upper chest blushed profusely, she shyly looked at me, and realized she did not have any say on the matter.

She rose, albeit trembling slightly as the man seized her hand, and though she clearly had goosebumps on her limbs, she followed him gracefully to the dance floor. The man could hardly miss the ring on her left hand, clearly identifying her as a married woman.

The man initially kept a few inches respectful distance between him and my wife's body, as if to better devour the sight of her slim hourglass figure, with her firm breasts of a white, rosy complexion and her pale pelvis, fully revealed to him in all their glory for the first time.

I envied him for the utmost desire he must have felt for that classy married woman who was still a stranger to him but was now so exposed and vulnerable.

My thoughts brought me back to the time when I felt the thrill of my life as I got the first glimpse of my modest and rather conservative newlywed wife in the nude on our wedding night, 8 years ago.

Had anyone told me at the time that I would one day enjoy seeing my stunning wife, the love of my life, display her sex and her most intimate parts in front of twelve male strangers, I surely would have thought this person to be out of his mind...

Yet here I was 8 years later, calmly seated, and though jealousy was devouring me, I felt ecstatic watching my wife only a few feet away from me, confidently hold the hand of a complete stranger, smile to him, and dance shamelessly with not a stich on, leaving nothing to imagination. What almost hurt inside me, was the fact after only a couple of minutes she appeared to overcome her shyness and was not simply submissive, but seemed to enjoy such incredible circumstances.

As she was gyrating, enthralled by the enticing music from the orchestra, I was delighted to watch the gentle swaying of her soft, slightly pendulous C size, pale boobs at each movement of her torso, when her front side was visible, and the gentle trembling of her buttocks each time I was able to see her backside. I sat mesmerized watching her delightful chest, hips and puss not from close up, as I was used to see them during our usual lovemaking, but from a distance, as if she were not my wife, but a sort of temptress giving a sultry sex show.

Music became louder and rhythmic, matching my heart rate, and prevented any meaningful conversation. The nude females dancing in front of us looked somehow like animals in heat preparing for copulation.

I was transfixed to see my dream come true, my loving wife dancing butt naked and barefoot with a fully clothed man, a complete stranger she had met less than a minute ago.

At the same time, I had the feeling the wonderful creature that had been my beautiful, faithful wife, quickly morphed into a horny, mammalian female that was already past caring my hurt feelings. Her luscious body and bald pussy appeared like promised land, but it seemed to be promised, not to her loving husband, but to any male with a decent size penis in the audience.

Those were some of the thoughts that kept passing through my mind.

Less than an hour ago, she had indeed blushed profusely but barely protested with an amused look in her eyes when our host, in the middle of dinner, had tapped his fork on his glass to obtain silence, and declared:

'Ladies and gentlemen, dear guests, the 'CMNF dress code' on your invitation obviously meant 'clothed males and naked females', rather than the 'comfortable, modest, newly fashionable', and CMNF dress code now must be urgently enforced!

Time had come then for females to disrobe. The three other women had been guests of similar parties before and did not show any surprise or embarrassment and disrobed as if this were a common request.

This likely encouraged my wife to follow their example. Around the time desert was served, an attentive waiter had come around the table to the side of each lady's chair and, after served a slice of a delightful cake.

Then, with a polite bow, the waiter kindly addressed each of the 3 lady guests:

'Miss, Please stand up, take a few steps away from your husband or lover and from the dining table to avoid any hiding, face the other guests, remove all you clothing, one garment at a time, as specified in the CMNF protocol'.

Each time one woman proceeded to remove one garment, her husband and all men in the audience cheered and clapped, congratulating and encouraging even the shy, younger wives to undress gracefully.

The waiter had collected the garments in a bag bearing the husband's name, and removed the bag to another room, where it was locked for the rest of the night.

When it was my wife's turn, she blushed profusely, but complied with a smile, albeit slowly.

She first removed her high heel shoes and stockings, then her pale blue sweater, revealing a pretty lace bra of a matched color. Though the lace was a pretty sight, what attracted most mens' attention was the upper part of the delightful orb of her breasts, which was revealed by the bra's low cut. She then unclipped her skirt, which rapidly fell to the floor.

She lost no time in stepping out of the skirt, and handed it to the waiter. She was left in her bra and panties, and I was shocked to realize this was the first time in my life I was lucky enough to contemplate my sweet wife in such attire in public, in full view of a dozen lusting males.

I felt very proud of her. This was only one of my feelings at the time, as the main one was a sensation of growing strain in my groin as a result of my engorged penis. My wife even made a little bow in response to the men's cheering.

At that stage she did not feel too much exposed as nothing 'private' was on display as yet. I was so turned on, proud and happy to realize this was not a wet dream, but my wife indeed was about to disrobe and unashamedly reveal her full womanhood to the world!

By the time she was completely naked and barefoot, I realized that my wife must have shaved recently, as her pussy was bare and as smooth as a lollypop. She had omitted the 'landing strip' that she had favored in previous years. I did not mind at all, on the contrary.

The lack of any hair barrier seemed to increase her exposure and her vulnerability, making her look easy and available. Her complete pussy shaving let me think that she may have expected, or even... secretly hoped on the back of her mind... that she would be exposed tonight.

In a way she looked like a slut, deprived of the protection afforded by clothing or body hair, often considered the last remnant of female dignity. Yet I was awed by the way she managed to retain an appearance of reserve and even shyness.

Though the loss of her underwear would have made many women look depraved, this was not her case. For some reason, maybe because of her straight upright composure, the posture of her shoulders and torso, the slightly glazed green eyes, the lack of any attempt to hide her chest or pubis.

Though she was totally undressed and her nudity left nothing to imagination and though she now displayed everything of her most intimate parts, she remained a lady, just a magnificent Lady Godiva.

By the time her entire womanhood was exposed to the crowd, before applaud erupted, the first reaction of most men around the table had been a stunned silence, a sign of lust, mixed with awe and respect for this delightful creature who looked like the nude statue of a serene nude goddess. Those had been the events prior to her invitation to dance.

Her dance partner at first behaved like a perfect gentleman and did not make any inappropriate move. On several occasions through the song, the man leaned close to my wife's ear and seemed to whisper a few words, which must have either pleased, amused or excited her, since this was invariably followed by the appearance of a faint smile on her glossy pink lips.

She looked more and more into her partner's eyes, and her shyness seemed to be melting away, as if she attempted to seduce him.

After a couple of minutes, however, the perfect gentleman was unable to further resist my wife's seduction, and his left hand moved progressively from her shoulder to the small of her back, and, feeling no resistance, eventually reached the swelling part of her left buttock. Nothing prevented his invading fingers, as her flesh was not hidden anywhere on her 'private' parts.

My wife did not seem to mind the move, she even moaned and started breathing more heavily as if the contact of a foreign hand on her most intimate parts had set a thrill trough her.

I thus understood that the man had gained my wife's trust. She appeared to welcome this new intimacy with her dancing partner though she had not been consulted on the choice.

Presumably overwhelmed by lust, she seemed to enjoy being an available prey for any male predator tonight.

Her large green eyes were now lit with something that reflected not mere lust but also some kind of tender feeling. She obviously enjoyed being led by her partner was leading her on the dance floor. That expression in her eyes worried me, as I had only seen it before during lovemaking in the secret of our bedroom. I had wanted her to be displayed, but had I anticipated that she would love skin contact with a stranger?

The pale skin on my wife's bare chest and shaved pussy contrasted with the tan on the rest of her body, and unwillingly attracted all viewers' attention, attesting the fact that those private parts had rarely been previously exposed, either to strangers or to sunlight.

Looking more closely, I realized my wife had parted her legs more than required by the dancing (not to mention decency here...) as if to offer better access to the stranger, and I now was able to discern a few drops of clear fluid on my wife's body. Those drops were unlikely to be just sweat as they were emerging from the inner labia of my wife's hairless vulva.

The swift moving in the earlier rapid music, along with growing arousal from the skin contact with her partner's invasive hands, made the opening of her cunt labia visible even from several feet way, and I almost felt I could detect her characteristic, lovely scent.

At some point, my wife's vagina was positively dripping sticky moisture that reached not only to her inner thighs, but her ankles as well. The terms 'cunt' and 'slut juice' came to my mind.

I have always admired my wife for her capacity to become easily wet and unashamedly display her sexual arousal through undeniable physical signs: to me this is part of her honest, vivacious personality. Such display of her arousal clearly meant she was ready to give herself fully away to her dancing partner.

My wife now was pressing her bare chest against the stranger's formal shirt and tie, as if she were longing for a more intimate contact with the stranger's chest.

When the tightly enlaced couple turned around I was able to notice her delicate, pink nipples were fully erect. Once she realized the state of arousal she had reached, she briefly glanced at me as if she were she suddenly felt guilty and in need of some kind of reassurance.

I was delighted by her show, so I looked straight at her beautiful eyes and I smiled to her, and she took it as a go ahead signal.

With remarkable energy, she suddenly hooked both her arms around the man's neck, and kissed him forcefully on the lips. The man looked thrilled and glanced nervously in my direction.

Encouraged by my lack of reaction, he enthusiastically responded to my wife's kiss, and let his right hand move from her right buttock to her vulva, where he could not miss the sticky wetness; neither vaginal fluid nor nipples can lie!

So the stranger proceeded to insert one, then two, then three fingers into her open slit, at the same time as his mouth went down to her chest and suckled her erect nipples, first on the left, then on the right. My wife looked enthralled. At one point he removed his fingers from her pussy and licked the tip of his fingers with delight at the taste of her wet cunt.

I was torn between two opposite feelings: atrocious remorse and jealousy on one hand, upon seeing my faithful wife make herself look so easy available and behaving as a shameless slut with a stranger whose name she barely knew. What had I done?

Arousal, however, overcame me: as a matter of fact, I was almost hurting from my hard-on, and I was entirely to blame for what was happening in front of me.

For years, I had fantasized about bringing my wife to expose her body to the world, but it had taken years of effort to simply persuade her to dress less conservatively, expose some cleavage or wear short skirts, or even, on rare occasions, forego wearing underwear below her short black dress while on vacation.

I had even mentioned many times my secret desire to watch her 'misbehave' with attractive male strangers, but, until that very evening, she had deemed these thoughts to be mere dirty talk from her loving husband during our lovemaking.

She must, however, have been flattered by my expressed opinion that any warm blooded man would be filled with lust if/when she were willing to be more daring and risk some kind of exposure. Yet outside of pillow talk, nothing real had ever happened.

I was the one who had tried to force destiny by answering positively the invitation to that fancy fundraising CMNF party organized by a charity, even though my naïve and faithful wife did not even know the meaning of those four letters, nor had she any inkling of my intentions.

I assume the champagne and wine generously served before and throughout dinner had helped liberate her and enabled her to accept some fantasy of hers hidden in the back of her mind. She must have enjoyed the way most men had scrutinized her body when she had to disrobe a few minutes earlier.

Of importance was also the fact that, as women were largely outnumbered by men among the guests, her self esteem had been flattered by the ravenous attention she attracted and by the eye contact and gentle flirting from several handsome, well mannered, and respectful men among the guests.

After almost 20 minutes of dancing, the movements of my wife's partner became more unambiguous and daring, as he was now holding one of my wife's buttocks with one hand, while with his other hand, he was vigorously fingering my wife's pussy.

My wife's eyes were now glazed as if she were on another planet, enjoying every minutes of the expert masturbation from her dancing partner. All this was clearly visible to the entire crowd, and clearly appreciated by the men in the audience.

When the orchestra stopped playing for a break, my wife rapidly recovered her senses, and shyly came back to sit next to me.

She was holding her dancing partner by his hand while he kept his other hand on her buttock. She brought him to our table, where I motioned him to sit down next to her.

What else are you supposed to do when a handsome stranger had just spent the last 15 minutes, unopposed by you, fingering your naked, willing wife to orgasm in front of you?

My dear wife's cheeks were still flushed, her chest still breathing hard from the exertion, her shoulders and lower abdomen covered with fine droplets of sweat, her thighs with a mixture of sweat and vaginal fluid.

We barely had time to do small talk with her first dance partner, whose name we learned was Bob, when a second man came over to me, introduced himself as Andrew, and asked if I would allow him to dance with my wife.

I nodded, and he gently touched her bare shoulder. With little hesitation, my wife followed her second partner to the dance floor where I was treated to further delight watching her.

I could not believe my eyes. Here was my pretty, shy, faithful wife dancing with one stranger after the other, and seducing several men in a row, shamelessly displaying her nude body, her engorged nipples and her dripping pussy!

Enboldened by my wife's state of arousal, her second partner was less timid than the first one, and right away pressed his chest on her naked, heaving breasts.

My wife's new partner whispered something to her ear, and my wife's chest began heaving more and more. He quickly started suckling her nipples with appetite, and managed to finger her open cunt at the same time.

My wife now was shaking her head from one side to the other, which made her beautiful long chestnut hair shit seductively from one side of her head to the other, and her entire body began to shake, as if she were shattered by a powerful orgasm.

Though I had long known my wife to be multi-orgasmic creature, I sat mesmerized at the realization that my sweet, loving wife had just been masturbated to orgasm, fully nude on the hands of two men in a row, in full view of ten other men, including her loving husband.

I think that at that stage, my wife simply longed to be fucked by any male in the audience. I anticipated that every one of the male guest likely would then come to ask her for a dance and the hope to access her open cunt for their own pleasure.

I felt split between a pang of tremendous arousal as the same time as guilt. I was indeed responsible for the fact that my wife now appeared to be so utterly available and fuckable, and seemed to enjoy this entirely new behavior...

In a somewhat pervert way I was even looking forward to watch her married pussy penetrated by the many eager penises of the males around the table one after the other, here in front of everyone.

Despite my thorough arousal, I felt some melancholy as I thought that my faithful wife would no longer be the innocent, naïve beauty who had known me as her sole partner for love and sex until that fateful evening.

After dancing a couple of slow dances Andrew and my wife did not return to sit at the dining table. They instead went to catch a drink at the bar, and I then lost sight of them as they seemingly went to catch some fresh air at the other end of the dining hall.

I was thus able to divert my eyes from the delightful show just given by my lovely wife, and I had a chance to check out the three other attractive young women among the guests.

I realized they were all busy flaunting their naked body on the dance floor, half dancing, half kissing or thrusting their buttocks to other male guests, who by now were in various states of undress. Yet to my biased opinion, none of these girls could match the beauty of my lovely wife.

I realized it had been more than half an hour since my wife was out of sight.. Overwhelmed by anxiety and curiosity, I left my chair and, avoiding to disturb the increasingly obscene dancers on the stage, I crossed the large dancing hall.

The hall opened through two large French windows to a large terrace, where scattered people stood, a glass in one hand, near narrow foldable tables covered with white cloth and wine bottles.

Yet in a rather obscure corner of the terrace, I had the shock of my life. Two men I identified as Bob and Andrew had thrown away their jacket, shirt and tie, their unbuckled pants and underwear were lowered to their ankles, freeing their engorged cocks from their underwear, and my dear wife was between them.

Bent at the waist with her bouncing breasts close to the tablecloth on top of a table covered with white cloth, she seemed to devour Bob's penis with her mouth, while Andrew was penetrating her from behind, in doggy style.

I have to admit Bob, the partner who fucked her from behind, was hung like a horse, and thrusting his huge penis inch by inch into my wife's dripping cunt. Though my wife's vagina had never experienced a penis of such size penis over the last 8 years, my wife did not show any sign of distress upon penetration by Bob's large cock.

On the contrary, she seemed to welcome the vigorous penetration and the strong stretching and shagging. On her front end, she was licking the balls and penis of her partner with delicate movements of her soft tongue and lips, which seemed to delight Andrew.

My wife's indecent behavior was beyond my wildest dreams. This was so unexpected from the shy, classy woman she had always been! Before tonight, she had not exposed naked to two male strangers, not to mention penetration!

Yet here she was, fully giving herself not only to one, but two strangers, and both at the same time, though she had never met them until tonight!

I was so turned on by my wife's depraved behavior, so unexpected on the part of my faithful, proper wife, that I was at once over excited by her shameless display, and suddenly ejaculated into my pants without even touching myself.

Several men in the audience had gathered on the terrace, and taken their cocks out, admiring the depraved display of my wife spit-roasted between her two fucking partners. It looks like the trio was perfectly synchronized, as Bob and Andrew erupted at the same time, and my wife was unable to refrain from a powerful cry.

When my wife recovered from her powerful orgasm, the third one she had experienced in pubic that evening, she was a statue of Venus. Not the kind of statues you see in museum though, as globs of semen dripped from both the corners of her mouth, and from her red, well used cunt at the same time. She looked transfigured, ecstatic, and did not even attempt to clean the obvious traces of her enthusiastic lovemaking.

This had been an earthshattering evening for both of us. (To be continued).