A couple of weeks passed, during which I made a nice but uneventful visit back to the nudist resort as a reward for my exposure in front of Allison. It was a very slow day on that trip and it certainly didn't compare to my first experience, but I enjoyed being out of my clothes and outdoors on a nice day. Heather had great fun teasing me about our experience with Allison and kept threatening to expose me again, although nothing came of it for a while. Just when I was beginning to think that I might avoid being too humiliated Heather came to me with a desire for another event that I wouldn't be able to refuse.
"You remember my friend Emily, right?" she asked me.
"Sure," I said, "we haven't seen her in a while but I remember her. Why?"
"Well, she's having a tough time and just got dumped by her boyfriend. Allison and I wanted to get together with her and have a bit of a girl's night here at the house to cheer her up."
"Oh, well, that's fine. I'll get together with some of the guys and get out for some beers or something so you can have the house."
"Well, you don't really have to be gone. As a matter of fact I'd like you to stick around Saturday night."
I knew right then that something was up, and that if I didn't want yet another of my wife's friends to see my private parts on display I'd have to figure some way out of it. Since she literally pulled my pants off in front of Allison there was no telling what she was capable of.
"Whatever you're thinking," I told her, "don't. The answer is no. I don't need to add Emily to the list of your friends who have seen my penis."
That earned me a nice laugh from my wife, but didn't do anything to slow her down. "I thought you might have that kind of answer for me. But, you need to hear my offer before you refuse to play along."
"Fine," I said, "but you better have a huge offer to talk me into this."
"OK, let's start with the obvious, yes, both my friends are going to see you naked on Saturday."
"I knew it!"
"BUT. But, I'm putting a big bargaining chip on the table for you. Emily has been feeling really bad with everything that's happened and it's so important to me to give her a night to remember that I'm putting myself out there. If you go through with this for me I will, with my clothes on, spend a day at the resort with you."
I felt my heart skip a beat when I heard that, maybe two. I had wanted Heather to go to the nudist resort with me forever, and had told her repeatedly that she could even keep her clothes on just as long as she would come with me. Letting me make a couple of trips on my own had been great, but I still wanted her with me. Having her there and naked would be far better, but just getting her there was a huge step forward. What I had to do was make this as good as it could be for me, even if that meant being more than a little bit humiliated in front of her friends.
"So you're willing to go and spend a whole day at the resort with me?" I asked her.
"Yes," she said. "I'm not agreeing to go naked, or even topless, but I'll go and spend the day with you."
"I'm really happy you'll go with me, but I think I need a little bit more to buy my willing participation in this show for your friends."
"You're lucky I'm going at all, I'm not getting naked. And I'm not showing my boobs."
"I wasn't going that way at all, I realize it's non-negotiable. But a day isn't going to cut it. I want us to rent a cabin there and stay overnight. We'll go first thing Saturday morning next weekend and stay through Sunday."
"OK, I can go along with that."
"And I get to buy the bikini that you'll wear for the weekend. You may not get naked, but I'm not going to have you in actual clothes all weekend."
"I'll go for wearing a bikini all weekend, but I've got four in a drawer right now. I don't need a new one."
"The four you have are so boring you might as well be fully dressed. If you won't get naked you at least have to be a little more daring than normal."
"OK, but I've got conditions too. The top has to actually cover my boobs, not be one of these itsy-bitsy things that just puts a patch of fabric over my nipples. And the bottom has to cover my bush the way it is right now, I'm not going to have hair sticking out and I'm not going to shave extra just to get into something that's practically not there."
"Deal!" I said, and held out my hand to shake hers.
"Deal!" she answered, and we shook on it. The explanation of what I had just gotten myself into followed, and it sounded more embarrassing than I had expected, but I was willing to go through with it to get my overly modest wife to the nudist resort with me, even if she was going to be in a not-skimpy-enough bikini.
Saturday night arrived and I was in the kitchen when the doorbell rang the first time. Allison was the first to arrive and she announced her entrance with hoots and whistles at me after Heather let her in and led her to the kitchen. As agreed, I was in my outfit for the night, bow tie, shirt cuffs without any shirt, and black pants, the classic male stripper outfit.
"So you're our stripper tonight?" Allison asked.
"No such luck," I said to her. "I'll just be serving your drinks and snacks, but unlike last time my pants will be staying on and there is no slide show or movie feature tonight."
"That's really too bad, I had so much fun with your last show and I'm sure it would do Emily good to see a guy get stripped naked and humiliated. It sure does make me happy!"
As she said that the doorbell rang again and a minute later Heather came into the kitchen with Emily and another woman that I didn't know. That was definitely not in the agreement, but again I was somewhat trapped and had too much of a payoff on the line to back out.
"Chris," Heather said, "I want you to meet Emily's friend Natasha. Emily asked at the last minute if she could come along and I told her she was welcome. Natasha, I probably should have warned you but I wanted the surprise for Emily. I've convinced my husband to put on this little outfit I bought for him and serve our food and drinks tonight just to give us a bit of fun."
"He may be dressed like a stripper," Allison said, "but unfortunately for us he says his pants are staying on tonight."
"Well," Emily said, "it's nice to see everybody again, and this is more than I thought I'd get when I agreed to come over for drinks."
Emily said this with just a hint of a blush along with a cute little grin. She had always been the shy one in our social circle so I wasn't surprised that just the outfit and Allison's teasing about nudity had her blushing. She was on the tall side, about 5'9", with sandy blonde hair that fell just below her shoulders. She didn't quite qualify as overweight, but was a bit think around the middle and had plenty of butt and bigger thighs that filled out her jeans. Luckily she was balanced out with big breasts as well, very healthy D cups that were easily the largest ones there that night.
Her friend Natasha hadn't had anything to say yet, which was understandable considering how bizarre the introduction must have been for her. She was even taller than Emily, probably 5'11", but other than their height there was really nothing similar about their looks. Natasha was fair skinned with rich black hair that came down just to the bottom of her ears and rail thin, with slim little hips and what looked to be A cup breasts that just barely showed under her casual t-shirt. She was an unexpected addition to the night's event, but a part of me was actually a little bit excited to have a bigger audience, plus her thin build and small breasts reminded me of meeting Scarlett at the nudist resort and the excitement of seeing her undress.
"Well ladies," Heather said, "Chris is just finishing up with the food and getting things ready so let's go into the living room and get comfortable. He's going to bring around our wine and the first round of snacks in just a few minutes."
Their exit allowed me just a few minutes to finish putting things together and take some deep breaths as I knew what would be coming later, but even that didn't completely spare me from any embarrassment. I could clearly hear from the kitchen that as soon as they sat down Allison started telling the story of her last trip to our house that started with Heather's "accidentally" revealing nude pictures of me and ended with me naked in real life.
"...so down come his boxers and I'm sitting right here in this very spot looking at him naked from the waist down, pants and boxers wadded up around his ankles, with a hard-on!" Allison was exclaiming as I walked in with wine glasses in one hand and a bottle in the other.
"Oh my gosh," Emily gushed. "Chris, how did you stand that? I'd absolutely die if I got exposed in front of a guy friend."
"Well, in the heat of the moment I was kind of stuck without much of a choice," I said as I handed out glasses and then started to pour the wine.
"Somehow I'll bet Heather paid for it later," Natasha ventured.
"Well," I said, "she's a bit too shy to be exposed but she has been enthusiastic about making amends with me for the embarrassment she caused."
"We don't need to get into that," Heather said. "Why don't you go get us our first tray of snacks and keep serving without the commentary!"
Smiling that I had slipped at least a little bit of a dig in on my wife I went back to the kitchen and returned quickly with a tray of snacks for the ladies to enjoy with their wine. I made my way around and kept the tray handy to attend to them as they asked for more. Fortunately for me the conversation stayed rather interesting.
"So you've never been exposed like that?" Natasha asked Heather. "You've never even flashed your boobs at a party or a concert? Nothing?"
"No!" Heather said. "I'm probably more modest than I should be but I've always kept myself pretty much covered. The idea of just putting it out there for anybody to see is more than I can see myself doing."
