A Christmas Bet With The Wife

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I looked up, almost in a panic, and asked if she was serious. My wife just looked at me and she told me that if they were going to get me cleaned up for the party that evening, she wanted to make sure that I was totally presentable. I sat up, slid down the table and stood back up. I felt even more naked than before without any hair even to cover me up and still with a raging hardon. I turned around and laid my chest back down on the table. The girls told me to spread my legs out further and I complied, my face burning with humiliation, even though the girls wouldn’t be able to see my blush. Here I was, bent over the kitchen table, ass in the air, four attractive women staring at my ass with my balls and cock hanging below. The next thing I felt was the warm washcloth over my ass and then over my sphincter getting everything wet before another set of hands spread lather all over my ass and between my cheeks.

When they finished, I felt all four sets of hands run over my balls, stroke my cock, over my ass and between my cheeks and heard all of them agree that I looked much better and felt good as well. I grabbed a towel and dried thoroughly between my legs before the girls had me get back up on the chair to redecorate me. I was feeling aroused, but it didn’t sink in until they started with the ribbon again that the Viagra seemed to be working as it had been over an hour and I was still hard as a rock. The girls were all having fun at my expense, stroking me till I was on the verge, leaking precum before going back to measuring ribbon, tying it and affixing bows.

The last thing they did was to have me get back down and put the Santa cap back on my head. Then we all got busy getting everything set up for the party soon to start, although none of the girls wasted any opportunity to give me a slap on my bare ass or to fondle my balls or cock any time I wandered close by. Before the rest of the guests came by, my wife had me put on an apron, which I was relieved covered my newly shaved and wrapped cock and balls, but still left my ass hanging out in the wind.

I was startled when the doorbell rang. I quickly looked around for someplace to become scarce but all of the girls prompted me to go answer the door. I had no idea of who was going to be there, only knowing that there were supposed to be several of my wife’s co-workers, fellow students, and some of the women from the office where I worked said that they might stop by. When I got to the door, it was my wife’s aunt and a couple of her friends who had all arrived at the same time. They were giggling to each other and all stopped to stare at me in the door, but from the lack of real surprise, I gathered that my wife had also been busy on the phone while I had been out, updating those who were coming. They all laughed nervously, but came into the house and I took their jackets. My wife came by and they all complimented her on my outfit. She beamed and said that she loved to keep me honest when I lost a bet.

Over the next several hours, more of her friends came by, but I was relieved to not see any of the women from my office at the door. Unfortunately, I relaxed, so to speak, too soon. It was bad enough that I was wandering around the house, full of women (probably 20 or so) basically completely naked other than a Santa hat and some ribbons tied around my cock and balls, jingling all the way, with a hardon at full mast tenting out the apron being the only thing I was wearing to cover up. Next, I have four women from my office staff at the door, looking all mighty pleased to see me greet them at the door. I went from being abashed, to being totally mortified. The girls took turns saying hello as they walked in by me, handing me their jackets, and commented on it being apparent that I was happy to see them as well. I led them in, showed them their seats and got them each a drink before my wife called me over to the kitchen.

She told me that it looked as though everyone was there now and she wanted to bring me around to make some introductions, as many of the women there had never formally met me. (Like this was really formal or anything, right?) I had met at least half of the women briefly at one time or another, but almost half of them I had never met. I almost preferred that I hadn’t met any of them up until now though as for the ones that I had met (or worked with!) they knew me pretty much as a “normal” guy. She led me to the entrance to the living room from the kitchen and announced that she wanted to introduce me to everyone, although I had met most of them at the door. Seeing that I had, however, she thought it would be fun for everyone to see the extent of my holiday outfit. As she said this, she undid the ties on the apron and removed it, leaving me standing there in front of a houseful of women, with wearing my Santa hat, a hardon and some ribbon and bells ringing between my legs.

So my wife took me around to each group of women standing around or seated at tables or couches and introduced me. Many of them took the opportunity to ask in more detail how it was that I was in this predicament and my wife took enjoyment in explaining everything that had happened in detail. For the women who had met me before, they seemed to be willing to take many more liberties though. Many of them, and for some reason, especially those seated on the couches while I was standing, decided that they wanted to shake my erection rather than my hand. Many thought this was hilarious as it caused the jingle bells there attached to ring joyously. This was driving me to distraction, to say the least, with being hard as a rock, not having been able to cum and a dozen or more women all fondling me.

After making the rounds, and several of the women commenting on my almost swooning as they stroked me and the comments on how wet I was from my own precum, my wife led me to the center of the living room. She asked the women if they liked the service they had received from her new “butler”. There was a resounding sound of approval from all of the ladies. She then said that seeing as I had been aroused for so long, she thought it was about time that I get a bit of relief. I looked at her with appreciation as I thought I was finally going to be able to release my balls, get rid of the damn bells and finally be able to get dressed. I didn’t know how I was going to be able to look at any of her relatives, friends or her and my coworkers in the eye again, but maybe I could regain a measure of my dignity.

The next thing I heard made my heart leap into my throat though. She asked the ladies all seated or standing around our house if they wanted to watch me give myself some relief. They all responded in the affirmative and then she asked for suggestions as to what they wanted to see. Her aunt thought it would be good to have me sit on a chair in the middle of the room and stroke myself for them all. There was some agreement to that, but then someone else said they all wouldn’t be able to see me that way and that I should lay on the floor and do it. There was more response to that. Finally, one of the ladies said that I should stand on one of the couches, sitting on the back of it so they could all see. This got the most approval, so they made room for me in the middle of one of the couches for me to climb onto.

Here I was standing on my couch, balls tied up in ribbon and bow, bells attached to them ringing with every movement, my cock so hard it was turning purple-red with a room full of 25 or more women all staring at me waiting for me to start masturbating for them. At this point, although embarrassed beyond belief, I was so worked up, I would have done almost anything to cum though and reached down to grab my hard cock, leaned my head back and closed my eyes as I got ready to start stroking. They stopped me though, and told me that they wanted me to keep my eyes open so they could look at me as I jerked myself off for them. They then told me that they wanted me to cum into one of their glasses so that I wouldn’t make a mess of the couch and they could sit down on it when the entertainment was done.

Resigning myself, I started to stroke. Although I was so horny I could feel my cum almost boiling, between two dozen pairs of eyes on me and the distraction of the bells bouncing and making noise, it took a while for me to get close. As I got close, they could tell, and one of the ladies sitting on the couch next to me reached up with her glass half full of wine to place her glass near the head of my cock as I neared climax. I finally groaned as I let loose what must have been one of the most explosive orgasms in my life, jetting thick, heavy streams of my cum into the half empty glass, swirls of it floating in the pale wine. By the time I finished, I was breathing heavily and felt like a weight had lifted off my shoulders. They then told me that they wanted me to cum into their glass so that I wouldn’t make a mess of the couch and they could sit down on it when the entertainment was done. Surprisingly though, I didn’t even begin to soften, the Viagra working its wonders. The woman holding the glass reached further up, saying out loud to the assembled group that she thought it would be most fair seeing as I made the mess that I should clean it. Stating so, she placed the glass of wine mixed with my cum into my hand and they all looked on expectantly. Knowing that I had little choice having gone this far, I brought the glass up to my lips and drank the whole mixture in one, long draft.

I spent the rest of the evening, serving drinks, refilling snack trays and being the plaything of the women at the party. Several other times, I was told to stand in front of or amidst a group of women and they played with me until making me cum again, the first several times making me drink down the results of their fun, but after cumming several times in a couple of hours (again that Viagra was working its miracles) even when I came, there wasn’t any ejaculate. This led to almost as much interest and fun on the part of the women present, as they stroked me to several more dry orgasms in front of the group. They all also loved to have me show off my packaged balls, cock, ringing bells and freshly shaven front and backsides to them. They also on occasion had me turn my back on the group of them, and bend over at that waist holding my ankles so they could check how well I had been shaved all over.

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