Becoming a CMNF Host

We kept vivid memories of our first 2 CMNF parties, that turned out to be life changing events for our couple.

Though I fantasized about seeing my wife beautiful nude in public, such wish had remained an unfulfilled dream, in the back of my mind for years.

So I was flabbergasted by the way my formerly shy, conservative wife had truly risen to the occasion. Not only had she made my wildest fantasy come true, but she had enthusiastically participated, and candidly admitted she had never before reached such erotic summits.

I even felt slightly jealous when she said that being exposed fully nude among dressed males on those nights, had thrilled her. With her exposure, she felt not only utterly vulnerable, but incredibly attractive and free to live her hidden sexual fantasies.

She went so far as to say those events had caused her more arousal than our lovemaking in the intimacy of our bedroom.

Can you imagine? On the first event, my naïve wife even had yet to learn for the first time the meaning of the CMNF acronym.

Yet I had to admit myself that watching my sweet wife behave like a complete slut on those nights had exceeded my expectations, and had been more exciting than sex itself.

She said she had been thrilled by her own boldness: overcoming her shyness, she had truly enjoyed the transgression when she had removed her panties in public for the first time of her life.

Despite the shame, she had succumbed to her needs, the urge to display her flesh in public in a shocking way, strutting her swaying boobs and buttocks on the dance floor among dressed men, and had eagerly revealed the most intimate folds of her female anatomy.

The thrill of being admired and desired by a small crowd of leering males had aroused her to an unknown degree.

She had enjoyed the tingling of her groin, the twitching of her throbbing clitoris, the delicious sensation of vaginal fluid slowly dripping to her upper thighs, the tension and almost painful erection of her nipples, but, to top it all, the realization this was not a dream. The obscene show she was giving, all the obvious signs of her body's utmost arousal were plainly visible by the crowd, and she was craving the attention.

It had all started while she was fully dressed, quietly nibbling at her dessert and talking with the chatty, slightly flirting man sitting next to her at the dinner table. She had been shocked when all of a sudden, a waiter had approached her, bowed slightly, and calmly, respectfully asked her to strip, like he did with the other 3 women present.

She had been shocked at first and felt irritation and shame, as if she were treated like a piece of meat and deprived of her dignity.

Yet, once she realized she had become the center of attention for all males at the table, and encouraged by their clapping, her shame had gradually been offset by growing arousal.

When she had unclasped her bra, she had felt her nipples rise without anybody touching them, from the mere sensation of exposure and male eyes devouring her naked chest.

She had blushed from head to toes but reluctantly overcome her shyness and slowly complied with the weird request, and continued to strip.

What a thrill to see her soft, bald pubis which I so much love, at last be revealed and become public for the first time in front of everybody when she took off her panties!

The endearing gesture with which she lifted her food to step out of her panties and the careless way she discarded them, as if passing a point of no return, had never looked so erotic to me.

This was because, for the first time in her life (and mine) she did not do it for me in the privacy of our bedroom, but for the benefit of several horny men instead!

Such gesture will, I am sure, remain engraved in my mind for ever.

Though she was at first blushing and trembling slightly, when music started to play she had twice accepted an invitation to dance fully nude with two gentlemen who were complete strangers.

To my utter amazement, she had failed to react when each of those unknown gentlemen started to finger her pussy on the dance floor, and wave after wave of pleasures had invaded her entire body when she had spasmed in a tremendous orgasm in front of everybody.

Upon closer examination, she had even squirted on those occasions, which only rarely occurred during her 'every day' orgasms at home.

Later on that evening, I had been shocked to see her "sandwiched" between the two gentlemen in a wild sex session, eagerly sucking one man's penis while another man's cock penetrated her open vagina from behind as she was leaning forward on her elbows on the table's edge.

On the second event, fully aware she was to attend a CMNF party, she had accepted to ride fully nude in the passenger seat of our car to the appointment.

There she was displayed as "eating material', stretched fully naked lying on her back on a large table with both her ankles and wrists tied up, her body covered with various foods.

Four unknown male guests standing near the table, strangers she had never met before, feasted their eyes on her flesh, before they started tickling, groping and sucking every inch of her skin.

They finally devoured all the food covering my wife's genitalia, and she eagerly raised her pelvis a few inches above the table, as if to better offer herself to be fucked.

I was savoring the weird pleasure of seeing my dear wife's vagina penetrated here and there on the tabletop by four strangers in succession. I watched mesmerized by such a slutty behavior, while she maintained eye contact with me.

Such were the vivid memories of our first two CMNF encounters. So I felt elated when, a couple of weeks afterwards, I received a strange letter that stated:

- 'In view of the your recent participation in CMNF events, and of the outstanding performance of your delicious wife, the Board of our society unanimously voted to offer you a permanent membership in our Board, and invites you to function as an official CMNF host'.

I carried on reading the remainder of the letter that detailed the job description and duties attached to such title, and, after consulting my dear wife, eagerly accepted the invitation.

As part of the job, in the weeks preceding the next event, my wife and I were to screen the confidential applicants' files we received via e-mail, and select 4 to 6 suitable couples among them.

Applications included an informed consent signed by both wife and husband, a short CV, very specific details about the anatomy of the applicants, their sex life, fantasies, etc., along with mandatory pictures of the wife, preferably in scant attire or fully nude.

Upon reviewing some applications, we spent many evenings sitting side by side on the sofa, my wife and became quite aroused ourselves upon reading the applications.

Some of the pictures in the applications were not merely revealing but verging of true masterpieces. One husband has taken the time to capture his wife's fully nude body at various stages during intercourse, starting from blushing upper chest after a first kissing session, to a display of growing arousal, with erect nipples, buttocks red from likely recent slapping, the dripping of vaginal fluid during a blowjob session, to a full frontal view of a gaping vagina oozing sperm.

In another application one husband with remarkable literary talent related how the wife had fulfilled her husband's fantasy of remaining naked throughout a weekend while performing all her daily activities, like driving through a car wash, withdrawing cash from an ATM at the bank at night, or picking up laundry at the laundromat.

In another application, one wife admitted she had, with the full consent of her loving husband, gone for a walk near the riverbank wearing only a sweater, garter belt, stockings and high heels and strolled for hours dreaming she was a full fledged whore for a night.

Each applicant couple had to specify whether the wife had ever participated in CMNF activities in public. If not, the wife was classified 'CMNF virgins', which would entailed special treatment.

Also, the husband was to specify whether her wife had experienced other affairs or had had lovers over the last couple of years. If not, the women qualified as 'virgin wives'.

Such applications obviously got high marks from my wife and me, and we put those applicants on the top of the list.

To fully inform the reader, I have to say that to be in the right mood for the selection process, I would be dressed fully, albeit not formally, while my wife sat next to me in various stages of undress, preferably bottomless, and was able to assist me in my duties.

In less than 15 minutes my wife was so excited that she rushed to the bulge of my pants, quickly unbuckled my belt, lowered my pants, seized my erect penis between her soft hands, and started lapping the precum oozing from its tip.

By the time we had reviewed a couple of files, we would be so excited I would rip whatever piece of clothing my wife had kept on, and she eagerly grabbed my penis to guide it passed her wet labia.

We usually selected 3 or 4 couples for each session. To enhance the participants' sex drive, the couples were asked to refrain from sex for a week before the event.

On the afternoon before e party, my wife would take a hot shower and carefully shave every hair below her waist, and remain naked afterwards.

Arousal was this gradually increasing through the afternoon, but we refrained from any sex, as specified in the job description.

When guests finally rang the door, it was part of my duties as a host husband to stand by the door, admit wives, and check their credentials.

While the couple entered the lobby, I left the door ajar so there was a chance any passing neighbor could the wonderful sample of female flesh exposed.

Each husband had the option to stand by and witness his wife's degradation and humiliation, or to move to the main room and leave me alone to carry out the admission procedure with their wife.

After meeting each lady at the door, I had to undress them immediately. This was a one of the greater sources of pleasure to me.

Here I was, meeting sexy young women, for whom I was a complete stranger, and I was entitled to see them strip for my benefit.

For some of the bolder wives, the task was straightforward as they showed up fully nude at the door.

I only had to use my portable scanner to check the QR code printed on their left buttock to make sure they belonged to the list, and compare their figure to the photographs submitted to the Wife Selection Committee, and I led them into the living room, where my wife was providing refreshments.

For other wives, I had to remove their garments one by one, and hand them to their husband. The husband had the option of keeping the garments, or confide them to me.

Whenever I was particularly stimulated by the wife's attractive looks, I was allowed to rip or cut the clothes off them using large scissors.

I would then hand the woman the shreds of her clothes and ask her to walk to the street corner in the nude and discard the pieces into the trash can nearby. Such demand often caused the woman to blush profusely, which only made her more attractive.

One or two women blushed and tried to cover their bare chest with their hands, but I was quick to seize their arms so as to fully admire their naked breasts.

Most women arrived with long, untied hair, and I enjoyed watching their long hair swaying with each gesture while they were stripping.

Once each woman was bare chested, I used a measuring tape to assess her chest. I was allowed to grope her breasts, evaluate their texture and firmness, as if preparing the woman for a mammogram, and weighed each breast separately against the palm of my hand.

My duty was to make sure the candidate's mammary gland met the description enclosed in the application form we had previously screened.

Once the woman has removed her panties, I systematically sniffed them to detect their specific smell, and discarded the garment right away.

I made sure to probe each wife's slit for any wetness or opening. Signs of recent use (presumed to be by their husband) was caused for dismissal.

For instance, an unusual state of gaping vaginal opening or, worse, oozing sperm, would lead to suspicion of earlier recent sexual activity, and would require a second inspection by another male guest, excluding, of course, her husband, so as to avoid any biased judgment.

Some women had interpreted the rules in a liberal way and wore nipple clamps, and chastity belt, assuming such pieces of garment were in fact not only allowed but encouraged. We exercised clemency in judging such wives that displayed obvious elements of sluttiness.

Contemplating each of the naked women, I had ample opportunity to observe the wonderful biodiversity in their skin color, shape of mammary glands, labia, size of clitoris, and admire the unlimited variety of innovative styles the ladies had chosen for their pussy hair.

Some women had shaved it entirely, as if to enhance the accessibility of their vagina. Some other ones had kept a thin landing strip that seemed to point to their opening, as if the explorer male needed directions to be guided to their pleasure box.

Some others had kept it nearly intact, perhaps to emphasize the natural charm of their genuinely curly, strawberry blond or red pussy hair. I seized the opportunity to pet the endearing locks of their pussy hair.

Such pussy watching caused me to anticipate the delight of pinching such smooth red pussy hair, or wiping my tongue around their labia after lapping the vaginal fluid oozing from it, as I was certain I would be allowed to reach such paradise.

One woman was so eager that she started morning from pleasure as soon as my finger merely brushed the hair near the tip of her rosy clitoris, while she was still standing in the lobby with our house door ajar..

I felt as if I had entered a pastry shop full of delicacies, with the promise I would later be allowed to choose which ones I devour with my eager lips, and which women I would be entitled to truly 'know', in the biblical sense of the word.

When meeting a 'virgin wife' or a 'CMNF virgin' (as defined above), I would first observe a minute of silence so as to mourn the wife's virginity and officially welcome them to our depraved world.

We were then ready for the full event to get started...