Light rain fell overnight, then froze on cars, trees, bushes, and roads on Christmas eve. Fortunately, the road ice cracked and broke away with light traffic. Even better, the rain clung to the rest and froze in an exact, thick outline of the branches and bushes. When the streetlights came on, the city transformed into a quiet, glittering, winter wonderland of precise ice trees and bushes. The occasional, stubborn, leaf still clinging to a tree became a thick ice leaf with its own transparent ice coat.

Three couples came to our childless-families dinner. The more we drank, the more rowdy we got, narrowly avoiding a food fight. Reggie was in a typical crop top which barely covered her sizeable tits. She teased more with each drink, bending to give longer flashes of her thick nipples. Her loose, red skirt was a rare treat since she usually wore jeans. Though it nearly reached her knees, she frequently pulled it above mid-thigh. Her husband, Roger, didn’t object to her flashing her panties or nipples as long as the other three women teased us the same way.

My wife, Sue, was resistant. She chose to wear clingy silver slacks which seemed painted on and a snug, silver sweater-vest with big arm holes and moderate straps. Her slacks prevented flashing panties, if she’d worn any. Her lack of VPL said she had not. Contrary to her false modesty, she kept pulling her stretch pants up tight to “keep them smooth and unwrinkled.” Certainly not to show off her shapely ass or her distinct camel toe.

Geri wore matching green, low cut, blouse and pencil skirt. She had no choice but to pull it up so she could sit. Great legs. Green panties too. Her mate, Gary, took pride in her teasing.

Olivia wore a loose orange dress which reached her knees, except when she frequently twirled quickly for us. Somehow, she didn’t fall over as she spun and let the dress fly up to her waist. Her tan panties helped her look nude. Her husband, Owen, pointed out the fuzzy shadow above her obvious pussy.

When we began sharing sex talk and fantasies, Sue shocked me by truthfully admitting a secret she kept from me for years. Besides feeling vulnerable by having this particular privacy violated, it annoyed me for her to so easily reveal what she’d kept from me. I kept smiling and nodding as I reconsidered the holiday “gift” I had planned for her.

Though she had refused to reveal her fantasy to her shrink or me for years, that night it flowed out of her. Maybe because she was horny and caught up in the reveal, we all noticed how her camel toe swelled and spilled over her inseam. I was amazed by the lusty sight of all four lips revealing their size, shape, some texture, and how her clit was swollen and pushed to one side. With her sitting on the arm of a chair and her legs apart, she had no secrets in her painted-on slacks.

Since I counted her drinks, I knew she wasn’t blotto, yet her perfect, tall nipples pushed out even against her sweater-vest. She was becoming impossible to resist. When her arousal perfume reached us, the men stopped trying to hide our arousal. In the erotic silence, Reggie insisted she explain her fantasy.

Sue blushed and paused a long minute then deliberately slurred some words. “What the hell; we’re all friends here. Though I don’t understand poker, I would agree to play the strip version and I would imagine naively losing every hand and winding up naked while every other player kept all their clothes on. I love being the only one naked.

“While I always felt ‘compelled’ to honor all bets, no matter how humiliating, I finally realized that making unlikely bets was my way to get naked with others without taking responsibility. By losing, I was always forced to complete dares, forced to skinny-dip (with my clothes often stolen for good measure), and sometimes even forced into humiliating forfeits.

“A stiff wind blowing my skirt to my waist (with or without panties) and a loose button or two that easily popped open without my help and flashed my nipples ‘without my knowledge’ were my allies. Getting out of a car one leg at a time, contrary to mom’s modesty teachings, so I could flash my panties or pussy is always a thrill and annoys my husband though he’s seen me naked with so many friends and strangers.

“I came to understand that for me, the thrill lay in the perception of being humiliated or doing something embarrassing, or being punished for misbehaving – like staring at all your obvious cocks. I didn’t know if public nudity would be humiliating or not, and I didn’t feel like I needed to be humiliated – I just needed the other people, the people seeing me, to think that I was being humiliated. They had to look at me and feel I was doing something embarrassing that I wouldn’t normally choose to do.

“If I deliberately flashed someone, or took off all my clothes and walked around, I was just being a “show off” – but that didn’t feel like me. I wanted to be the person I was, the person in my fantasy – an innocent, giving up control over my body and my clothes to other people, people who might find it funny, or arousing, or maybe appalling, yet were the ones in control. I needed to be naked because someone else made me take off my clothes, if possible with them even believing I was doing it against my will, or at least better judgement. My fantasy needs everyone around me to believe I was doing this as punishment, not reward. So now you know.”

I began a sincere slow-clap. “Sue, I applaud your honesty. That is exactly what I finally deduced about you. Your lie about being modest has been a thorn in our marriage from the start. Since I believed the lie and tried to protect your modesty, I was wrecking your fantasies and pissing you off.

“Continuing the honesty, when you demanded I not say anything about your clothes or flashing, I shut up in support. If you recall that time Reggie gave you a tiny top with clingy elastic and you were all smiles as Roger and I watched you vacuum in it. You were thrilled that it showed cleavage, but no nipples. Now you should know that every time you extended your arm, it fell away from your chest and showed us your bare tit. I said nothing, as ordered. When you confronted me later, you were pissed that I didn’t say anything. I can’t do both at once, yet that created problems.”

Her lips twitched, yet she said nothing. I turned to see what she was staring at and was mildly surprised to see the men rubbing their cocks through their slacks, one with help from his wife. She and the others rubbed their pussies over their dresses. Olivia, slouching with her dress pulled up, rubbed her wet panties directly. They were all fixated on my wife’s daring camel toe and wishing to see and feel more. Midnight. This seemed the ideal time to present Sue with her gift.

“Well, Sue, it’s time you were punished for staring at our bulging cocks and Olivia Jilling, your unvoiced desires, and your blatant display of your lusty pussy.”

Roger jumped up, “and for not showing us your panties when all our wives have shown theirs. Drop your slacks; it’s only fair.”

“Oh, no,” Sue slurred. “I didn’t ask to see their panties; you don’t know what’s in my mind; I haven’t seen your cocks, just your bulges. No deal. Besides, I’m not wearing panties.”

Gary spoke up, “Given your lies, you must prove your words. I’m with Roger. Drop your slacks.” As predicted, she tried to run. Gary caught her and held her with his hands on her tits. I reached into a drawer and extracted fuzzy handcuffs and scissors.

“I’m so sorry, dear, but you must be punished. Owen, would you do the honors?” He stood and approached Sue as I cuffed her. She pretended resistance as he slid his hand onto her smooth ass, claiming to search for panties, then rubbed her camel toe with the same excuse. Sue blushed and fought off a smile.

“But, I haven’t done anything. You can’t punish me for my thoughts.”

“Sounds like an admission to me. Owen, proceed.” With a broad leer, he reached past and into her silver slacks’ waist and slowly drew them down. Past her landing strip, over her sexy ass with a squeeze, past her bald pussy which tried to hold them back. He knelt, face at her fragrant pussy, and fought them over her thighs, and finally over her calves and off, with her shoes. We watched him deeply inhale my wife’s lusty fragrance then cup her pussy. He slid a finger into her wet snatch and his other hand around her ass. As he spread her cheeks for us, I said, “It looks like she didn’t lie about the panties. Doesn’t she have a beautiful pussy? She says it’s ugly.” Everyone agreed with me.

Gary nodded and casually fingered her. She gulped, stared coldly at him, and said, “Had your fun? May I put my pants back on?”

“No,” I said. As I began to cut away her vest where the straps met the core, I added, “Punishment for staring at our cocks with lewd thoughts is you will be naked all night for us and our neighbors.” When I cut the other vest strap, I separated and removed the collar, making the vest a corset, and pulled the new corset down to expose half of each areola. “You can sew in some fake silver fur later to reconnect to your corset. Owen stood and pulled the stretchy corset off her tits, over her hips and off. Now naked and cuffed, she moaned, yet smiled at being the only one naked.

“You know I didn’t see your bare cocks, this isn’t fair. What do you mean about our neighbors?”

Roger dropped his slacks and his stiff, bare cock leapt out. Sue stared at its thick veins and wondered if she would feel them when he fucked her. Gary stood and stripped completely. She stared at his thick cock and knew he would stretch her. Owen stripped naked and shocked her with the length of his stiff cock. Licking her lips proved her lewd thoughts got more intense. “What about you, Al? Aren’t you going to strip for your wife and ours?”

“Ah, well, I suppose. Olivia, would you stop playing yourself for a moment and grab the rope from that drawer?” I stripped slowly as she did. When I reached for a short, wooden, window rod, she passed me the rope while fondling and shaking my stiffening dick. It quickly grew into a cock as my wife watched. Our three female guests were still dressed as they reached under their dresses and rubbed first themselves, then each other, as Sue watched and licked her lips.

“My dear Sue, this is your Christmas gift, fulfilling your fantasy. It’s not exactly as I’d planned, yet you were the first one punished, naked, and without your participation. Leaving you the only naked female, the women are still ... oops, were, still dressed. You were supposed to be the only one teased and pleased, or at least the first, while you hung from the open door for our neighbors to enjoy you too.” As I explained this, I tied the rope around her cuffs, threw it over the door and slipped the rod through a knot for when I closed the door with her on the outside. One more loop around her ribs tied her to the open door.