The dinner party – the bastion of the wannabe middle-class the length and breadth of the home counties. Good conversation, sumptuous food and gallons of fine wine are all on the menu. However, long gone are the days when it was After Eights that were passed around after the meal. Bon appetite.

“That was a delicious meal,” says Barbara.

“You must let me have the recipe, I have to try it for myself,” she continues.

“I’m glad you liked it,” says Fiona raising her glass.

“Mmm, yes! Fantastic Food,” enthuses Carol.

Fiona looks proudly at her husband Chris. “I can’t take any credit…”

“My darling hubby prepared it all.”

“Ooh!” says the women impressed by his culinary expertise.

“All by yourself…” says Barbara.

“Compliments to the chef,” toasts Fiona.

Chris looks at his wife, embarrassed by all the attention. He’s never felt comfortable being the focus of conversation.

“You can cook for me any time!” says Barbara embarrassing him further.

Chris takes this opportunity to gather the plates and escape to the kitchen for a few moments to allow the redness to fade from his cheeks.

“Thank you, Chef!”

“Cooks and cleans too!” says Melissa in amazement. She knows Chris from their university days and can’t imagine her old friend being ‘Mr Domestic’. “You have him very well trained.”

“Since we’ve come to a new arrangement…”

“… he does all the chores around the house!”

Carol asks, “Do you have to bribe him?”

“In a sense. I give him a reward.”

Carol looks at her friend in a bemused fashion.

Melissa thinks she has a fair idea what Fiona might be alluding to.

“Spill the beans,” tempts Carol.

Melissa watches Chris return to the table remembering how easy it used to be to embarrass him.

She wonders whether he’s still so easy to make blush.

Chris retakes his place at the table hoping that the ladies have a new topic of conversation that isn’t him.

“Chris,” says Melissa mischieviously, “what’s this reward you get?”

She can hardly keep a straight face. The other women watch on waiting for his response.

Chris looks at Melissa with a tight smile wishing she hadn't asked that. There’s no way he's going to admit to her what his reward is.

He realises they must have been discussing his ‘reward’ while he was out of the room and begins to blush.

Melissa looks to her friend Fiona to see if this is a topic she can push further.

Fiona grins. Chris feels all eyes upon him. He knows how tenacious Melissa can be when she's had a glass or two of wine, so he desperately tries to avoid eye contact with her.

“Come on Christopher, tell us all about your reward.”

Chris says nothing hoping against hope that she lets the matter drop.

“Oh, it’s just something special that we do later on,” Fiona interjects, throwing more fuel on the fire. Does Chris seriously not realise that women discuss everything with their friends?

“Ooh, tell us more,“ coo the women in response. Fiona looks on proudly at her husband enamoured by his shy and gentle ways.

The room falls to an awkward silence while Chris stares at his feet in embarrassment.

“Chris, can I get your opinion on something?” asks Barbara breaking the silence.

“Yes, of course,” says Chris, relieved that the conversation has moved on to something a little less personal.

“I want to buy my Jonathan something romantic…”

“That’s nice.”

“and exciting for his birthday.”

“I was thinking sexy new pants.”

“Good idea.”

“Fiona got me some for Christmas and I love them.”

“And he’s wearing a pair right now!”

Once again Chris feels himself start to squirm with embarrassment.

“Don’t be embarrassed honey. Why don’t you show them?”

“It’ll give Barbara some ideas.”

“Really, I can’t . . .”

“We’re all good friends, Chris …!”

Chris wants to run and hide. The way the women are staring at him he feels like he could be next on the menu. Fiona grips his hand.

”Now really!” she chastises him like he’s some naughty schoolboy.

Barbara throws him the old ‘I’ll be so disappointed if you don't’ look.

“Well darling…”

The women wait for Chris to reveal his underwear but Chris is determined not to budge. Fiona realises that she’s just going to have to take the matter in hand herself.

Fiona has kindly volunteered her husband Chris to model his new underwear for their female guests. Chris can hardly believe his ears. He remains seated as he tries to get his head around what his wife is requesting of him. One thing's for certain, he won't be remaining seated for long.

Chris visibly shrinks at the prospect of revealing his underwear to this group of ladies.

Fiona is having none of it and takes control of the situation.

She grabs the back of the chair and hauls her husband into the middle of the room.

Chris is embarrassed at this display of male weakness but they’ve made an arrangement and he knows in his heart he should have just done what she asked in the first place.

Are you going to pull them down or am I going to have to?” she asks knowingly.

Fiona is tugging at his belt and unclipping the buckle long before Chris has time to respond. The ladies watch on breathless with anticipation.

Fiona expertly undoes his belt.

Her nimble fingers easily find the zip much to the delight of the watching dinner guests.

She jerks his trousers to the floor in a single movement revealing his designer underwear to all.

Standing in front of these strong sensuous women Chris can feel his cheeks reddening. “What do you think?” Fiona asks.

The ladies murmur in appreciation.

“See,” Fiona says, “Don’t they fit so snugly?”

“Very nice,” states Barbara excitedly.

Instinctively Chris just wants to run upstairs and hide but daren't threaten their wonderful arrangement. As Fiona strokes his dick through the fabric Carol shares her opinion. “Lovely fit.”

“Not much room for manoeuvre,” laughs Fiona.

“Very sexy,” says Melissa, enthralled at seeing her old friend standing in his underwear.

“See darling, they all appreciate your little display. Give them all a good look while I get some of the other ones for Barbara to see.”

“Take your shirt off so they can see properly.”

Without hesitation Chris obeys his wife’s commands while she stoops to collect his discarded clothes.

Since they sorted out the ground rules for their relationship things have gone from strength to strength. There’s no illusion as to who is wearing the trousers.

Having retrieved his clothes Fiona exits the room leaving Chris to the women’s scrutiny.

With a wicked glint in her eye Melissa beckons Chris to her.

Carol and Melissa size him up as he approaches the table.

Melissa has never seen Chris so vunerable, so exposed before and is surprised at the feelings she is experiencing.

“A very impressive packet you have there,” she teases hoping that by embarrassing Chris no one will notice how flushed she is becoming. “Now, give us a twirl. Let’s see how your tush looks.”

“Mmmm,” says Carol.

“I would,” whispers Barbara conspiratorially.

“Let’s have a proper look at you,” says Barbara.

“Lovely material,” she says, stroking the seam of the pants, “very snug.”

“That is a very impressive fit.” Chris stands statue-like, terrified as the lady whom he only met hours ago runs her finger inside the waistband of his trunks.

Hurriedly he moves towards Barbara, scared that Carol might take things too far.

Carol immediately swivels in her seat and is soon feeling her way down his torso. He can feel his dick start to swell and stands rigid with embarrassment.

“So nice,” says Barbara staring up at him, increasing his acute embarrassment further.

Chris doesn’t know what to do or say. This is not the evening he’d planned on having tonight. Guest arrive. Pour drinks. Serve food. Chat and drink copious amounts of wine was all he can recall talking about. Nowhere was there any mention of him parading around in his pants.

“Can you see your Jonathan wearing these?” Carol asks Barbara, who can’t take her eyes from his bulging briefs.

“Barbara?”

The door opens suddenly and in walks Fiona clutching a further selection of undergarments for Chris to model.

“Here honey, look at these silk ones. Let me show them.”

Obediently Chris goes to his wife’s side. Willing to do everything and anything she commands him to.

“I bet they were impressed,” she tells him lovingly, “I am.”

“Now let’s get these off!”

Chris is stunned. Modelling these pants is one thing but showing his genitals didn’t even come into the equation. She gently rolls the pants down his body revealing him bit by bit much to the obvious delight of their gathered friends.

His penis bobs into sight. Both Barbara and Chris gasp at the same time but for very different reasons.

While Fiona looks on reassuringly Melissa and Carol stare intensely at the fine specimen of manhood now exposed before them.

Fiona looks up tenderly at her husband, proud of him in so many ways. She's thrilled that despite his obvious embarrassment he's still willing to do this for her.

The couple and their friends are in a boisterous, excited mood after much wine and casual talk over dinner. They are quickly moving into unknown territory with their familiar friend Chris on full display, his handsome body presented by his wife. The women recall how wild and daring they were back at university, before they settled into this affable middle class life of dinner parties. This evening they are suddenly giddy and ready for some wicked fun.

Chris is mortified standing naked at the dinner table.

“Darling,” Fiona coos, “step into these.”

Chris does as he’s instructed.

The ladies are loving this impromptu and most unexpected of shows.

He daren’t open his eyes. Being naked in front of these women has left him feeling humiliated and yet strangely aroused knowing that they are all watching him intently.

Fiona pulls the silky shorts up and over his muscular thighs. His penis snags on the tight waistband.

Fiona stands up and proudly shows off her husband in his silk boxers. “What do you think girls?”

“Of the shorts I mean!”

Fiona slides her hand against the shorts brushing the silk against her husband's resting penis. ”He loves the feel of them,” she says absently.

“Gets him excited every time,” she says with a giggle.

Melissa and Carol find the sight of this man being handled so freely intoxicating.

“He loves this,” says Fiona playing with his balls through the material.

Carol looks up at Fiona in admiration. In all her relationships she’s never got a man so willing to be completely under her control.

Fiona twists the fabric around the end of his cock sending Chris into near raptures he’s become so sensitive.

Fiona gives a long hard tug on his penis, his burgeoning erection clearly visible.

“What did I say? Gets him excited every time!”

“Then there are these . . .”

“These very tight “jock” style ones.”

Chris stands by stunned in his excited state, nervous and obedient to his wife's commands. He's so caught up in the strange thrill of being displayed to these familiar women and wondering what's going to happen next.

Everyone watches in antcipation, aware of a definite erotic charge that has filled the room.

His erect penis springs free to collective gasps around the room.

Barbara’s heart beats a little faster as she observes her friend's husband being made to dress and undress before her.

His penis stands to attention as Fiona struggles to pull the clingy pants up his strong athletic legs, distracted by his throbbing penis which she's aroused.

There’s nothing for it but to take the matter in hand. Fiona gently holds her husband while she attempts to dress him. Carol watches ruefully on growing heavily aroused by this man. She's always thought him handsome, but never thought she'd see him so exposed and excited!

Fiona purposely toys with his penis, making it more stiff and manipulating him.

“It’s difficult to get them on his when he’s like this, you see.”

The women crack up laughing as Fiona finally manages to get all of his penis under fabric.

“There …how’s that look.”

“Isn’t he adorable?” she says much to Chris’ embarrassment.

“Wonderful,” declares Barbara.

“I think my Jonathan will love those.”

“Of course, if you want to give him a very special birthday treat I think I know of something he’d love. But I bet he doesn’t even know he wants it yet.

“What is it?” they ask eagerly.

Chris feels his stomach doing backflips and prays that she’s not going to tell them what he’s pretty certain she wants to.

“Come on Fiona, there’s no secrets between friends…”

Fiona watches her friends assessing their reactions. They look so keen. They really should know. She can’t keep them in suspense any longer.

Fiona turns to her husband. His hard penis is painfully pushing against the tight constrictive fabric of the jock. ”Chris…” she says in her persuasive tone.

Chris knows what his wife is about to ask him and stands terrified like a bunny in the headlights. How can she ask him to do something so intimate and so private in front of their friends? However he knows full well that he will never refuse her.

“Darling should I give you your reward now …”

“… to demonstrate it for them.”

Much as Chris loves his reward he has no desire to show these friends of theirs something so private.

“Really dear,” Fiona tells her husband, “it’s no big deal. Look I already brought the instrument.”

Chris looks on in absolute horror as his wife reveals the bright red vibrator

“A girlfriend of mine told me about finding her husband’s G-spot.”

“After she hit it, he had the best orgasm of his life. Since I’ve started doing it to Chris he’ll do anything around the house I want for it.”

“Baby please!” pleads Chris, “Not in front of everyone!”

“Please.”

“Now darling …” she says, in that tone that means she’s not going to budge.

“I know you are up for it.”

She looks up at her husband with a look of love and admiration. There’s nothing this man wouldn’t do for her and she knows it.

“Oh please show us”

“I’ve always wondered how it’s done.”

“You see Chris. Everyone wants to see. Now lie down on the table.”

Chris tentatively takes a step towards the table.

A touch of dutch courage for Chris before he assumes the position.

Chris climbs on the table while Fiona lubes up the dildo.

“It’s important to warm him up first.”

“Oooh, how’s that Chris?”

Barbara looks at her friend with admiration. She loves the way she’s tamed Chris and hopes that one day her and Jonathan will have a similar understanding.