Recently, my wife and I received an invitation from two very old friends of ours to something called a “Wife Display Party.”

Inside the invitation were written the numbers 9, 10, 11 and 12. Anne and I had never heard of anything like this before. We called Gerry and Bill, the couple who had invited us. They explained what was involved: each wife was to wear a long dress, bra, panties, pasties and a G-string — the latter two items would be supplied at the party, if necessary. At 9 p.m., the dresses would be removed, the bras at 10, the panties at 11, and the G-strings and pasties at midnight, leaving each wife naked except for her high heels. Couples could leave 15 minutes before any of the stages in the display.

Gerry and Bill told us they had invited 13 couples and hoped we would come.

Anne and I were initially hesitant, but we were also intrigued, and we talked about the party and whether or not we wanted to go. I was really curious to see some of the other wives, but Anne’s rather modest and she hadn’t been naked in front of another man since we married nine years ago.

However, she has a great body. At 32, she can hold her own with any 18-year-old. She’s a petite five-foot-one, with a trim 33-23-33 figure. After a lot of discussion, we finally agreed we would go for dinner and stay until the “bra time” at the least.

When we arrived, we found that eight of the 13 couples had accepted Gerry and Bill’s invitation. Everyone was about our age, and all the wives were quite attractive.

Gerry and one of her friends had arranged the party, and they established some strict ground rules. There would be no sex or intimate touching of any woman. We’d been a bit nervous about what the etiquette was going to be on this matter, and these “rules” made Anne and me feel a little more comfortable.

Finally, nine o’clock came. Anne gave me a quick, nervous kiss and went into the bedroom with all the other ladies to remove their dresses. When they returned, I was delighted to see that my wife had the best figure in the group. And in a few minutes, we were all drinking and talking with lots of animation. The party was getting really interesting. Soon enough, 10 p.m. approached. I asked Anne if she wanted to go. We talked a bit. She said she was feeling more at ease and was enjoying herself. She said she thought it would be okay to remove her bra since she was going to be wearing pasties.

Eleven o’clock came and went. She again decided to stay.By a quarter to midnight, we were down to six couples. I asked Anne what she wanted to do. Bathed in the glow of the admiration she’d been receiving all night, she said we could do whatever I wanted.

At midnight, five of the women, including Anne, walked into the bedroom and returned completely naked. I was so nervous that my breathing could have been heard across the room, if everyone else hadn’t been breathing just as loudly. There they were, all lined up, five very beautiful wives very much on display for each other’s husbands.Gerry turned down the lights and we all began slow dancing. Dancing with my naked wife in the dark, with all the other couples nearby, I was as excited as a groom on his honeymoon.

Quietly, I slipped a finger into Anne’s vagina and found it wet and ready. She whispered to me that the women had decided, in the bedroom, to say the heck with the “rules” and to dance with each of the men in turn. She asked if I’d mind. We looked at each other with love and trust and a sense of shared, innocent mischief.I said, “Not at all.”

During the next half hour, I slow danced with each of the wives, caressing whatever parts of their bodies I wanted to. I’d never been so turned on in my life. Gerry was my first partner, and she was so excited she climaxed the second my finger entered her. I couldn’t see Anne, but I was aware she was being fondled by her male companion and, for some reason, it made me very excited. I found that I wasn’t jealous a bit, because I knew she was enjoying herself, and, of course, so was I.

As we neared the end of the last song, Anne and I found our way back into each other’s arms. All the remaining couples drifted off to separate rooms and corners in the house to make love with their own spouse, and, of course, so did we. Then, gradually, each couple dressed and slipped out on their own.

After we arrived back home, Anne and I continued the most mind-blowing fuck we’d ever had.

The whole experience was incredible for Anne and for me. We discovered new depths of trust and love and adventure in our relationship we never thought existed. We know now that our marriage will never get dull as long as we use our imagination and experiment with new ideas.

— E.B., Washington, D.C.