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Naked Men & Women Who Look at Them

Story tags: CFNM, clothed female naked male, masturbation, male strippers, sexual objectification, women's sex drive, male butt, documentary, men on display, nude men

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Deidre and Sam had been married for a couple of years when they each took a week off from their jobs in a suburb of Portland, Oregon, to drive down the coast for a mini-vacation, thinking they'd just wing it, enjoy the trip and follow their impulses.

The trip held a number of surprises for them.

"Let's get some good seafood on the wharf in San Francisco," Sam suggested from behind the wheel as Deidre gazed at the Pacific out the window.

"Mmmm, sounds good," she replied. Turning to look at him, she smiled underneath her sunglasses. "And some of that delicious chocolate in those shops around the wharf, too, right?"

"However much we can load up," he answered, grinning.

Deidre turned back to gaze at the blue Pacific, serene and beckoning on a beautiful, calm day.

"I didn't realize how much we needed to get away from everything," she said, "but now that we're on the road, I'm starting to feel the tension start to drain away." She adjusted her sunglasses. "I mean, those last two projects at my job were killer, and I know you've been working like a dog, too."

"Don't remind me," Sam said.

"No more work talk," she said. "Promise."

He laughed. "Great. So tell me something that's not about work."

"Well," she began slowly, "it's definitely not going to be work to make love to you when we get to the hotel."

"Now that's a non-work topic that I definitely like hearing about," Sam said. "You could tell me a lot about that subject. Maybe it'd help pass the time a little bit. We've got several more hours before we're in the City, you know."

"You just love to hear me talk dirty to you," she chuckled, pulling off her sunglasses and shaking her chestnut brown hair free. "You can admit it. I know it's true."

He reached his right arm over to slip his hand behind her neck. "Busted," he said, massaging at the base of her neck in exactly the way he knew she loved.

"Mmmm, feels good," Deidre said, sagging back into her seat and more completely against his hand as his fingers continued kneading, working their magic.

One hand on the wheel, his eyes on the road, Sam pinched and rolled the muscles at the bottom of her neck, enjoying the drive and his beautiful wife's company.

"No fair blissing out from the massage," Sam said. "You're about to tell me things that'll be happening when we get to the hotel."

Deidre reclined her seat a little, shifted around for the perfect position to be comfortable as she pressed back into Sam's palm and fingers. She reached her left hand over and rested it on his thigh.

"You know I love your cock," she began. "But I don't want you hard when you're naked. Tonight, I want to take you in my mouth while you're soft, and I want to run my tongue all over your dick and feel it get bigger and bigger in my mouth."

Sam grinned.

It was going to be an interesting drive down to San Francisco.

***

The pressures of their jobs had meant they both had been pretty wiped every night recently when they got home, and they hadn't made love as often as usual in the preceding couple of months. But that first night in San Francisco helped make up for lost time.

Deidre loved the fact that her man was a catch, a stud, a great-looking guy that lots of women would love to be with. She silently thanked his mom and dad on more than one occasion when she gazed at a picture of him — his square jaw, high cheekbones, and gorgeous brown eyes with those long lashes were the stuff of man-of-the-year fantasies for many ladies, she knew.

And he was hers! It was amazing.

And his body was hers, too. He had played basketball in college, then kept up with his off-season weight training and aerobic workouts, rolling them into a year-round routine that also included pick-up games with buddies at the gym and tennis when the weather permitted.

Two years into their marriage, and Deidre still loved to look at his naked body. She adored his chest and shoulders, loved that sexy V-taper down his abdomen, leading her gaze inevitably to his pretty cock, whether it was soft and jiggly with his movements or stiff and pointed to the ceiling in arousal.

The view from behind was just as good. She had often planted kisses on his firm, rounded bottom, simply because it looked so delicious and inviting.

And Sam was good at complimenting her, letting her know that she was just as attractive to him.

"Damn, babe!" he'd say on a night out, "You are rockin' that little black dress!"

It was motivation to stay at the spinning classes or the Zumba or the weights or whatever mixture she came up with to keep things interesting as a way to stay motivated to work out.

And working out plus eating sensibly paid off for both of them. Sam's toned abs were testament to his work to keep his bodyfat in check and muscle on his frame, and Deidre maintained a 25-inch waist to complement her 5'-7" figure.

So far so good two years after they'd said, "I do." Both approaching 30, they knew they were living a great life. But they knew they needed to keep things fresh and interesting, keep their attraction to each other strong and not fall into that life-as-usual grind they'd seen already happening to some of their friends.

They had both laughed when Sam said he'd been thinking exactly the same thing the night Deidre suggested getting away for a few days.

Down the coast and a few days in San Francisco was just the ticket.

***

The dinner on the wharf was fantastic — the fish was excellent, and the meal not too heavy. They strolled around for a bit, enjoying the brisk night air and the sights and sounds and smells that come with any restaurant district known for great food. They had their pick of chocolate vendors, and bought several boxes of individually wrapped dark chocolate squares that were the perfect size for a quick indulgence of rich cocoa and that silky smooth creaminess as it melted across the tongue.

And back at the hotel, Deidre make good on her prognostication for the night's activities: she stripped for Sam, then helped him undress.

But there was a problem.

He was well on the way to an erection when she tugged down his briefs. When he was fully nude, he was quite decidedly not soft, and she had been enjoying the fantasy of feeling him grow hard in her mouth ever since she teased him with that idea on their drive down from Portland.

"No, this won't do," she said, looking down at his cock as they stood facing each other in the hotel room. His briefs were still bunched at his ankles, and Deidre placed one palm under his balls to cradle them as she looked down at his erection.

She loved cupping his balls, lifting them slightly to feel their heat and their weight, always marveling at how they changed as his sac tightened against them when his erection grew.

"What won't do?" Sam asked.

"Remember? What I said in the car?"

"Huh?"

Just like a guy, Deidre thought. Get them aroused and the only head they think with is the little one.

But she liked it that she could have that effect on him.

"We start with me taking your soft cock into my mouth," she reminded him, looking into his brown eyes and smiling.

"And just how am I supposed to be soft right now?" Sam asked, grinning.

"Hmmm. Good point," Deidre laughed as she leaned into him.

He circled her waist with his strong arms to draw her tightly against him. "Besides, I've been looking forward all day to one of your fantastic blow jobs."

It was so tempting. But Deidre had an idea.

"Wait, babe. I know how we can both get our fantasies tonight."

He looked at her questioningly. "I don't think I'm going to be shriveling up anytime soon," he said. "I'm pretty ready to make love, Deidre."

"I know," she answered, "and I love you for it." Kissing him quickly on the lips, she pulled away and strode to the little closet in their room, reaching in to tug the robe off the hangar. "Don't go anywhere," she giggled, looking at her naked husband, his cock at attention with his briefs still at his ankles as he stood with a quizzical expression.

Grabbing the room card from the nightstand and the ice bucket from the little bar next to the closet, she turned back to her husband and said, "I'll be right back."

Sam huffed out an exasperated sigh. "Deidre! Where the hell are you going? And why now?"

Giggling as she opened the door, she answered, "You'll see."

Sam stepped out of his briefs and put them on the chair, his erection bobbing in front of him. He sat on the bed to wait for his wife, one hand dropping immediately to his cock, his fingers closing around it as he thought about Deidre's cute little ass and how great it was going to feel in his grasp as she rode him — one of their favorite positions.

The fantasy was a favorite, and Sam was quickly involved with it as he stroked his erection. He didn't realize Deidre was coming back through the door until she was almost completely in the room, the lock clicking behind her.

"Well, sir," she said, shrugging off the robe, "what if I'd been the maid coming in to turn down the sheets? Would you keep stroking your hard cock for her, too?"

Sam smiled at his now naked wife, and kept stroking his erection. "I dunno. Maybe."

Deidre shot him a look of mock disgust.

"But no maid has your great tits," he said, grinning.

It was all a perfect set-up for what Deidre had planned.

"Stop masturbating, you freaky pervert," she said, clearly continuing the play-act and pretend disgust. Setting down the ice bucket she had carried back into the room, she said, "Stand up, mister."

Sam could sense the fun times in the offing. Deidre would occasionally initiate some playful scenario that always led to very, very hot sex between them.

"Masturbators who can't control themselves must answer for their nasty behavior," she announced, approaching Sam as he again stood before her, his erection now stiffer than when she left the room. Circling him like he was a statue she was considering for purchase, she continued her lecture.

And he was happy to play along.

"What were you thinking about as you were stroking your cock when I walked in this room?"

Sam tried to suppress his grin, but he wasn't entirely successful. Still, he wanted to keep the game going. "But you'll be angry if I tell you," he answered.

They both noticed his cock remained erect during this playful interrogation.

"I didn't ask you if I'd be angry," Deidre said, her own grin threatening to break through at any moment. "I asked what you were thinking about."

He looked at the floor and mumbled, hoping it would ramp up the game a bit.

His ploy was successful. Deidre stood close, grabbed his hard cock, and said, "I couldn't hear that."

Sam looked up, working very hard not to smile, and said, "I was thinking about your ass."

That broke through the play acting, and Deidre squeezed his cock.

"Damn, babe! I can't keep this up in spite of how much it's turning me on. I'm afraid I'll lose my concentration and jump on this gorgeous cock right now without making my fantasy come true tonight about feeling your soft cock grow hard in my mouth."

Her nipples were tingling, a sure sign that she was aroused and ready to take his pretty dick inside her wet pussy.

"That's okay," Sam answered. "There's always tomorrow night." He began urging her toward the bed.

She pulled away. "No. I have a solution."

Deidre glanced to the ice bucket. "I went to the ice machine."

Sam's confused expression sent the message that he didn't understand what that meant.

"You remember that time we were at the lake and it was pretty cool, but you decided you were going in anyway?" she asked as she edged toward the ice bucket.

"And?" he asked.

"And you ran out of the water shivering, sprinting up to me and saying that it was this cold in the lake."

With that, Deidre held up her hand, her thumb and forefinger an inch apart as she indicated the measurement in the universal gesture for showing how long something is.

Understanding came over Sam's face, and he shook his head. "No way, babe."

"But a little discomfort to get your pretty cock down to the state it needs to be for this fantasy will surely be worth it, right?" Deidre picked up the ice bucket, walked to the bathroom, and ran some water into it. Grabbing a washcloth on the way back into the room, she dropped it into the icy water and submerged it, soaking it completely.

"Dammit, Deidre!" Sam complained, his cock now deflating a little, "If you had a cock and felt what it's like to get ice water on it, you'd never even think of doing this."

"You're exaggerating, baby," Deidre answered, wringing out the washcloth into the ice bucket. "A little cold on your dick for a few seconds is not going to cripple you. It's just going to shrink it — just like you said at the lake that day."

Sam cursed himself for what seemed at the time a clever remark to his wife.

"A few seconds of cold followed by a nice, long, sexy blow job, Sam. That's not such a bad trade-off, is it?"

"Jesus, Deidre. No fair. No fair talking dirty like that. You know-"

She cut him off with the kiss she planted on his lips, pressing herself against him and draping the icy cold washcloth on his cock and holding it there.

Sam jerked away from her kiss and gasped. "Shit!"

She felt his erection fading beneath the washcloth.

"See? It's working."

Sam was doing a comical dance in reaction to the shock of the cold, and Deidre had to work to keep the washcloth on him.

"I know, I know, baby," she cooed. "But it'll be worth it. I promise."

It took only a minute, and Deidre felt sorry for her husband's discomfort. But not enough to tamp down the arousal of knowing what was coming next.

When it was clear Sam's poor dick had shriveled in response to the cold and his scrotum had drawn up tight against his balls, Deidre tossed the washcloth to the side, dropped to her knees, and engulfed him in her mouth.

He was cold, but it felt lovely to run her tongue all over the short stalk of flesh in her mouth, and she enjoyed every second, knowing he would quickly begin growing, inevitably hardening to his former erect state — a state that she could not yet accommodate.

Deidre was still practicing at getting him completely down her throat.

And she was serious about being able to take all of him someday just to give Sam pleasure and to enjoy the surrender to his gorgeous cock.

"Oh, god, that feels so good!" Sam exhaled, his abs fluttering involuntarily. He dropped his hands to his wife's head as she sucked life back into his cold dick. "Deidre, that was a dirty trick, but, damn! Oh, shit, this feels fantastic."

More tingles percolated through her nipples, and Deidre felt herself growing wetter.

She loved to make her husband crazy hot for her, for what she did, for how she could make him feel.

Pulling away momentarily from his rapidly hardening penis, she said, "I love sucking your cock, babe," as she looked up into Sam's eyes. Instantly, she was back on him, sliding him as deep as she could manage while the last few centimeters of his hard-on expanded inside her mouth.

He just groaned, throwing his head back, eyes closed, feeling the incredible sensations of Deidre's tongue swirling around his engorged dick as she sucked him. With his hands on the back of her head, he gently urged her on, letting her know how fantastic she was making him feel.

He loved her blow jobs.

Deidre loved giving them.

It wasn't long before Sam was panting, the muscles in his thighs twitching as his arousal spread through his body.

"Oh, shit, baby. If you keep doing that, I'm gonna come in your mouth."

"Mmmmmm," was her only response. Deidre continued with her enthusiastic blow job, one hand now drifting down her belly to her pussy. She began fingering her clit.

His words always aroused her when he talked about how much she turned him on.

Sam started inching toward the bed, causing Deidre to lean forward in order to keep his hard cock in her mouth.

"It's okay," she said, his dick now out of her mouth as he continued toward the bed. "I want to taste your cum. I want it."

Sam didn't believe he could get any more excited, but her words proved him wrong.

Jumping on the bed, his erect cock bobbing and bouncing against his abdomen as he did so, he patted a spot on the bed next to him and said, "I'd love that, but I want your pussy in my mouth when that happens. Let's sixty-nine."

Deidre scrambled to her feet as Sam laid back on the bed. She levered one leg across his head to position herself with her knees on either side of his ears, and lowered her moist pussy to his mouth. When his lips made contact and his tongue slid quickly inside her, she trembled in pleasure, then abandoned herself to a more energetic engagement with her husband's mouth, pressing her pussy onto it, rubbing it across his lips and tongue, reveling in the intense sensations as she pleasured herself on his face.

"Oh, god, yessss!" she hissed, her face now lying on Sam's thigh as he worked her over with his mouth and tongue. He was gripping the backs of her thighs as he ate her, but then he moved his hands to her pussy, spread her open and began lapping up and down the length of her vagina.

Deidre bit her lip in pleasure, gasping at the intensity of the sensations. She was very wet and heard Sam's sucking noises as he nuzzled his mouth across her labia, gathering her wetness with his tongue.

It was heaven.

But she had to have him back in her mouth. She raised up, stiff-arming the bed next to his thigh, and she levered his throbbing cock up from where it had been pressed between his abdomen and her breasts. She opened her mouth and took as much of him inside as she could, somehow keeping enough focus not to scratch him with her teeth as he continued doing incredible things to her pussy.

Then Sam ramped up the activity by tugging Deidre back toward his face a little bit in order to get better access to her clit.

When he sucked it in his mouth, Deidre abandoned her blow job.

She knew she'd be shaking and squirming through an orgasm very, very soon, and she wouldn't be able to keep enough of a conscious focus on fellating him to indulge in the act at all.

Sam grabbed her ass and pulled her tightly against his mouth.

Then he really went to town on her engorged clit, sucking it between his lips and running his tongue across it at the same time.

But it was his expertly perfected technique of pressing her hardened nub up against the roof of his mouth with his tongue then gently sucking and manipulating her throbbing clit inside his mouth that drove her — dependably and inexorably — straight to convulsing orgasms.

Oh, god, oh, god, oh god, oh god! was all Deidre could manage to think, her mind looping into a mantra-like chant before she surrendered her consciousness to the pure ecstacy of waves of orgasm running through every inch of her body, including her brain.

Pushing herself upward, hands on Sam's thighs, and throwing her head back, Deidre gasped in a huge breath, then exhaled with Sam's favorite sound: his wife's moans and groans when she climaxed.

Hunching her shoulders forward as her stomach fluttered through a series of involuntary contractions of pleasure, Deidre flopped forward and down, again resting her face on Sam's thigh, then rolling her head enough to seal her lips briefly on his skin, threatening a hickey but releasing him in exhaustion.

"Oooh, oooh, babe, eeee-uhhh!" she exclaimed, extricating her clit from between his lips in order to break the excruciating contact between the searing, overstimulated nerve endings in her little pink nub and the wet strokes Sam continued to paint with his tongue.
He knew when to back off, and he released her, turning his head with his now soaked mouth, lips, nose, and cheeks in order to kiss the inside of her thigh.

Deidre rolled off him, exhausted.

Sam scooted off the bed, standing next to it, his erection hard and pulsing.

"God, I love eating your gorgeous pussy," he said, grinning.

Deidre was sprawled across the sheets in post-orgasmic surrender to what he'd done to her. She was limp as a noodle, catching her breath, with the tell-tale flush that always accompanied her climax spreading a light pink across the top of her chest just below her collarbone.

She smiled at him dreamily. "And I love when you do it, babe."

Propping himself up as he leaned over the bed to kiss her lightly on the lips, he said, "Why don't you rest for a minute before I fuck that gorgeous pussy."

"You're gonna wear me out," Deidre responded. "But in a good way."

Sam straightened, his cock still stiff and throbbing. He dropped one hand to his erection and began stroking it, the shaft still slick with Deidre's saliva. "Oh, it'll be in a good way, I promise." He gave her that devilish grin that was both endearing and exciting.

She felt that tingle return to her nipples and knew that, indeed, Sam would fuck her to another orgasm in a very, very good way.

***

They purposefully hadn't planned anything for this trip to The City, knowing there was always plenty to do, lots of great food and entertainment to be had.

The first morning of their stay, after the fun sexplay with the cold washcloth the night before, Sam had gone down to the lobby to grab a complementary copy of the day's newspaper, and had ventured outside to stroll a bit around the block. On impulse as he returned, he pulled a copy of the free weekly paper so common in big cities from a metal rack around the corner from the hotel entrance.

Deidre was paging through the weekly newspaper when Sam came out of the shower.

"Look at this, babe," she said, pointing to a spot on the page as it lay in front of her on the bed. "Dr. Reilly's show is taping here this afternoon."

Sam was toweling his hair dry as he stood in front of her, already in his cargo shorts and pullover shirt.

"Dr. Reilly?"

Her attention still on the ad in the paper, Deidre answered, "Yeah. You know, that lady psychologist or couples therapist or sexologist or something who has the cable channel show about sexual relationships."

Finished with the towel, Sam walked back into the bathroom to comb his hair.

"Oh, yeah. That crazy show where couples in the audience discuss sex stuff?"

Deidre looked up from the paper and called to Sam in the bathroom. "It says tickets are only $10 each, and audience members can just show up."

Sam walked back out of the bedroom. "Wait — you're not suggesting we go, are you?"

Jumping up off the bed, Deidre stood in front of him and circled her arms around his waist, leaning back to look into his face. "Wouldn't it be cool? I mean, being there and seeing the show in person?"

The few times they'd watched it, Sam had commented that TV show producers would put any kind of so-called reality show on the air these days. But they had both chuckled at the sexual situations the host, Dr. Gayle Reilly, had dealt with.

"And you'd be okay with everybody we know seeing us in the audience? You know how that show cuts to the audience for reaction shots that I'll bet are coached every time."

Deidre released her grasp around his waist and leaned over the bed to pick up the paper. "First, how many people we know do you think even watch the show, and second, so what? Anybody with half a brain knows the show is just guilty pleasure viewing as one stop during channel surfing."

Sam remained skeptical.

"Oh, come on," Deidre said, lifting the paper to show Sam the ad. "We've never been to a TV show taping, and it'll make a good story to tell Chris and Jen and Becky and Tom when we get back."

Smiling at the thought of describing — and exaggerating for effect — what would surely be an experience worthy of some hilarious conversation when sharing a drink or a meal with their friends, Sam gave in.

"Yeah, I guess it could be fun, Deidre. Let's do it."

***

The tickets were easy to get: the kiosk to purchase them was only three blocks away, and Sam and Deidre left immediately to buy them to ensure an early purchase would guarantee them spots in the audience. Just as they thought, there were tickets to be had, so they bought a pair then proceeded to walk around San Francisco with no particular destination in mind, finding themselves at a favorite restaurant for lunch, then riding the trolley and visiting a gallery and some interesting stores selling unique merchandise before making their way to the place where the show was taping.

Dr. Reilly had taken her show on the road to San Francisco from her home base in Los Angeles, so the set looked different from what Sam and Deidre remembered. Most everything else was similar though — rowdy audience, the chair for the host along with a couch and several other chairs on stage for guests or sometimes audience members.

When they bought their tickets, there was a place on the form to check indicating agreement that those attending could wind up on the show. Sam and Deidre checked the box, thinking it meant the camera might pan to them sitting in the audience at some point.

"Oooh, what if we were subjects on Dr. Reilly's show!" Diedra had said, excitement in her voice.

"What would you talk about?" Sam had asked, nudging her shoulder.

"Hmmmm," she had replied, looking up and feigning interest in the question. "I dunno — how to keep from getting rug burns?"

"Too tame, too tame," Sam had responded nonchalantly. "I think maybe something like going out in public with no panties then trying to flash as many teenaged guys as possible because it gets you so hot and bothered would be a better topic," he said impishly, trying to suppress a chuckle.

"I never did that!"

"I know, I know. I was just thinking something up that would make for good TV."

"Let me try one," Diedra said in response. "I could tell Dr. Reilly that I'm really trying to get all of your hard cock down my throat but I'm not there yet, and can she give me some advice."

"Shhhh!" Sam had said, glancing around as they were filling out the forms to get the tickets. "Jeez, Deidre, what if somebody heard that?"

"Loosen up," she had giggled. "Nobody heard me, and besides, we're on a grand adventure! I'm here with my sexy husband having fun in the great city of San Francisco. Let's just go with the flow and enjoy ourselves."

So now, a few hours later, they were in the studio, seated among the audience. The guy with the show who was a combination comedian/announcer/sidekick was telling jokes and bantering with people to get everyone in an upbeat, participatory mood for the taping.

"He's pretty funny," Deidre said, as the guy, Ricky Donnelly, continued warming up the audience.

"Yeah, better than I would have thought," Sam replied.

"What do you mean?" Deidre asked. Both of them were speaking in hushed tones so as not to disrupt what was going on.

"I don't know. Maybe the fact this is a cable show, a supposed 'reality' show, at that."

Ricky Donnelly did something really funny at that point, and the audience roared.

"I guess I thought really good talent at this kind of thing would only be working on the late-night TV shows," Sam continued.

Deidre surveyed the audience as Donnelly continued his work prepping the audience to welcome Dr. Reilly to the stage. In his pullover shirt and cargo jeans, Sam certainly wasn't out of place compared to the other men in the audience — and Deidre noticed there were way more women in the studio than men.

It seemed to be that way when they watched the show at home on their flat-screen, too.

Deidre was inconspicuous, as well: a subtle green shirt paired with comfortable jeans meant she blended right in with the fairly casual attire of the audience members.

A few minutes later, Donnelly said, "And now, Dr. Gayle Reilly!"

The 50-ish, smartly dressed black woman entered from the right of the stage and strode to the center as the canned music of the show's theme song echoed around the studio. The audience was on its feet, clapping and chanting, "Gayle! Gayle!" just as they had been coached by the enthusiastic Ricky Donnelly.

Things gradually settled down through multiple "Thank you . . . thank you!" comments from the host, and the audience eased back into their chairs.

"So what about San Francisco! What a city!"

The inevitable whoops and shouts of "Yeah!" and "Yay, SF!" erupted amid laughter and general hubbub.

"I love being here," Dr. Reilly said, "and you're a great audience. We'll have a lot of fun today, but we'll also help some people with their sexual issues, I guarantee it."

Applause from the audience. It was the host's standard opening line.

Sam and Deidre looked at each other. This was going to be fun. The mood in the studio was infectious.

And maybe the camera would catch a shot or two of them in the audience. They could watch for themselves when the show aired.

"So what are we going to talk about today, Ricky?" Dr. Reilly asked, dropping herself somehow classily into the comfortable stuffed chair that was her throne for the goings-on. "What possible topic of sexual interest exists out there that we haven't yet — or at least recently — talked about?" the host asked her sidekick, smiling devilishly at the audience as she said, "or at least recently."

It was the way the show worked. The producers would have arranged for guests who knew the topic, of course, because they would be interviewed by Dr. Reilly. But the audience and the viewers, when the show aired, wouldn't know until Ricky Donnelly announced the topic.

Even the show's descriptions for the cable Guide any viewer could scroll up only said, "Sex advice from psychologist Dr. Gayle Reilly," with no description about any particular topic for that episode of the show.

Deidre and Sam had no idea what would be discussed when they bought the tickets. There was no indication on the tickets or the forms they signed when purchasing them.

"Well, Dr. Reilly," Ricky began, "there's a topic we've received lots of letters about but which we haven't talked about recently."

He was dragging things out to tease the audience into a state of anticipation.

"It's definitely a female-centric topic, and the last time we talked about this on the show, things kind of got out of hand a little bit-"

At that point Donnelly paused for effect, knowing the camera was on him, and stepped from behind the slender podium where he was positioned to the side of the stage. Adopting a "I didn't really mean to do it" boyish expression, he dropped both hands casually in front of him, bringing them together in front of his crotch but then moving them to his thighs.

The audience roared.

Sam and Deidre looked at each other, puzzled. They weren't regular viewers and had no idea what was going on.

"Oh, good grief, Ricky," Dr. Reilly said, motioning at him and laughing. "You're reminding us about the show that required a lot of post-production work to pixelate out certain parts of the naked male anatomy before we could get on the air with that taping."

The audience again burst into laughter, applause, excited chatter.

Sam and Deidre hadn't fully caught on, but it was clear there must have been completely naked men in the studio for that episode of the show.

Stepping back behind his podium, Ricky said, "Yes, you remember correctly Dr. Reilly. The last time we had a show about CFNM, some of the guys who volunteered to model for the ladies in the audience must have forgotten about the rules."

"What's going on?" Sam whispered to Deidre, leaning his head next to hers. "What does 'CFNM' have to do with naked guys?"

"I'm not exactly sure," she whispered back. "I think I've heard about 'CFNM,' but I don't remember what it stands for."

"Well," he responded, his eyes back on the little stage. "I bet we're about to find out."

"But that's not going to be a problem this show, correct?" Dr. Reilly asked Ricky. She immediately turned to the audience, tilted her head down while sliding her glasses a little ways down her nose. The look she gave the audience and then Ricky clearly communicated: "No funny stuff, understand?"

"We've been very thorough explaining everything," Ricky answered.

The audience groaned.

At least the women in the audience.

Deidre was catching up quickly..

"Lots of people in this audience know there were guys who showed their cocks in the studio that day," Deidre whispered, leaning really close to Sam.

The few episodes they had watched were enough to let Sam and Deidre know it was a free-wheeling show and discussion, with the topics chosen for both their titillation factor and because there was at least some conversation that Dr. Reilly could engage in that addressed real issues about sexuality and how couples dealt with them.

The cable channel carrying the show, always in a late-night, weekend timeslot, was known for pushing the boundaries of what could be shown or discussed on TV. It came with the standard, "For mature audiences only — some content may offend certain viewers," disclaimer shown at the start of every episode and at every commercial break.

But in an era when a show about people dropped off in jungles or deserted islands where they shed all their clothes, met the naked member of the opposite sex with whom they would live for several days trying to survive, and during which time voyeuristic cameras continuously captured what became ongoing footage of bare butts and pixelated-out breasts, vaginas, and penises, a cable channel sex-talk show could get pretty explicit.

Regular sponsors included a condom company, a couples' lubricant company, and several sextoy retail and mail order outlets.

"So what the hell is 'CFNM'?" Sam whispered to Deidre, exasperated that she had at least heard of the acronym before.

"I'm trying to remember," she whispered back, grinning. "But I think I'm going to like it as soon as they say what it is!"

Things had settled down enough that they stopped their whispered conversation. They both turned their attention back to Dr. Reilly, who was now shifting to get a little more comfortable in her seat.

"So some of you remember that unfortunate incident?" she asked the audience innocently.

Again the women in the audience whooped and hollered, verifying their approval of the "unfortunate incident."

"Well, CFNM — 'Clothed Female Naked Male' for those of you not familiar with the acronym — is definitely a 'thing' in this day and age," Dr. Reilly said, turning slightly to look directly into a different camera. "And we're going to talk about it, find out what women and men think about it, and we'll even talk with some women on today's episode who find surprising ways to engage in it. We'll be right back."

It was obviously the place where commercials would play when the show aired, but things didn't stop. Dr. Reilly again looked into the camera after a very short pause. "Welcome back to this episode of the Dr. Reilly Show, and our topic right now is CFNM, Clothed Female Naked Male. Let's get a little background on this."

The house lights went down and a video began playing on the big screen behind Dr. Reilly.

"Okay. So now I know the acronym," Sam said quietly to Deidre. "But I don't get it. If you've heard of this, what's it all about?"

Both their eyes were glued to the screen as the video began to play.

"Yeah. Now I remember," Deidre said quickly. "It's like girls looking at naked men at strip clubs, movies, porn, stuff like that, I think."

The video had begun, and a pretty blonde woman wearing a maroon sweater was seated at a table looking into the camera. "Sure, I really like looking at naked men," she was saying in a distinctly British accent.

"Shhh," Deidre whispered to Sam, clearly not wanting to miss whatever would be shown on the video.

Sam looked at her, then to the video screen, then back at his wife, who was completely engrossed in what the woman in the video was saying.

"I mean, what woman wouldn't like to look at naked men?" the woman was saying. "Well, I'd think any heterosexual woman looking at good-looking guys in shape, you know? Firm butts and nice abs, that sort of thing."

In an interesting decision for the video, the woman was then silent, obviously listening to some question being posed to her. The audience couldn't hear the question, though.

Against the completely black backdrop and dark tabletop with nothing on it, watching the woman's facial reactions to the unheard question was intriguing.

"Oh, definitely," the woman said after a few seconds of listening to the off-camera interviewer whose question the audience couldn't hear. Leaning back in her chair a bit, she said, "I like to take my time when I'm looking. That's why pictures are good, you know? You can look at the guy and scrutinize every inch of him if you want to."

Again she paused, listening.

"Yes, of course I like to see pictures that show his c-" She caught herself quickly, looked briefly embarrassed, then continued, "-that show his genitals, and I like to take my time looking at them, too."

The next pause was very brief as she listened.

"Especially if they're erect," was her response. She smiled into the camera. "They don't have to be big. That's really an urban myth about us women," she said. "Well, no, I take that back. I definitely have a girlfriend or two who really enjoy seeing large penises, but in general, if it's a good looking lad who's got a great body, and he's got a stiffy in the picture, then the fact that he's naked and aroused always makes for a nice viewing experience for me. Yes, definitely. I very much enjoy seeing handsome, naked men with erections."

The audience murmured as the woman in the video listened to the next question, her smile remaining in place.

Sam leaned to whisper into Deidre's ear. "I don't know why, but this is pretty hot to hear."

Deidre looked at him. "You may not know," she whispered back, "but I do." She leaned close to his ear to breathe a sexy whisper into it. "You like hearing it because it turns you on to think about women getting horny, no matter what the reason, and looking at naked guys is one of the ways we can get ourselves worked up."

Sam and Deidre's attention instantly went back to the video as the woman continued speaking.

"That's a rather silly question, don't you think?" was her response. "Of course it's easy. You can find pictures and videos of naked guys with about two clicks on the internet, no?"

The woman darted her eyes up and to her right, looking to recall something in response to whatever the next question was.

"Umm, I don't really know, actually. The last time might've been, what? Maybe the day before yesterday."

Deidre and Sam were finding this video really interesting.

"It was after being out at party with some friends. It was a pretty big party, so there were a lot of people there I didn't know, including men. One guy caught my eye because of what he was wearing and because I have this thing for guys with earrings, you know? I never did meet him at the party, shame to say — it was a really big, noisy party — but I saw him across the way several times dancing and laughing."

The audience was silent and attentive as the video played. They were all eager to hear what the woman would say next to whatever the unheard question would be from the interviewer off camera.

"Yeah, that's it exactly. I was feeling a bit randy, you know, after the party and seeing that guy, so I sat down in front of my laptop and went to one of the sites that dependably has lots of pictures of good-looking nude men."
The woman blushed slightly as she listened to the next question, whatever it was.

"Let's just say I enjoyed myself whilst looking at those pictures, yes."

Straightening in her chair and tossing her hair back with the motion of her neck, she listened to what would be the final question for her.

"Do I think it objectifies men to do it?" She paused, looking up for a second and pursing her lips. "I suppose so. Yes, I definitely think it does." She grinned broadly into the camera at that point to make her last statement. "And I totally enjoy objectifying a good-looking man. Preferably, a good-looking, naked man with a handsome erection."

The video cut to a different woman seated at the same table. She was an attractive black lady, maybe 40, with curly ringlets of copper-tinged hair. "Naked men? Do I like seeing that?"

The woman paused, rolled her eyes, then looked back at the camera. "Ummmm, let me think about it for about a nanosecond," she said, smiling. "Hell, yes! I love seeing men naked. Black men, white men, Asian men, Hispanic men, tall men, short men — show me a good-looking naked man, and I will definitely be looking."

Her interview proceeded as did that of the blonde woman with the British accent.

Sam enjoyed the interview just as much as the first, and Deidre glanced at him from time to time, noting his interest and smiling to herself.

The black woman's response to one unspoken question brought a hearty round of laughter from the audience: "No, he never found out I was watching him, but I can guarantee you that's a mental memory I can reproduce anytime I need a nice little pick-me-up."

Next up in the video was a 60-ish white woman, a bit plump, freckled, and with her hair in a 60-years-old-looking hairstyle that pretty much confirmed her age. "My goodness," she said. "What a question!" But it was clear the woman was saying what she knew the videographer expected to hear. After a beat, she said, "Yes, I do like to see naked men. I have some favorites, though, you know? There's a guy who's done some porn vids I've seen. He's dreamy. He has the cutest butt, and he's really handsome, but it's his bleep that I really like to see."

The video bleeped the word — obviously an edit made just for the Dr. Reilly Show TV taping — but everyone in the audience knew what the woman had said. They laughed and applauded their approval.

The off-camera interviewer asked another question that caught the woman by surprise, it was obvious. "My husband? Does he know I like the porn guy's bleep?"

Again the bleep in the video. This time the response was even stronger when the audience heard it.

"No, I don't suppose he does." The woman stopped and smiled shyly. "I guess he'll know when he sees this, though, won't he?"

The next unheard question from the off-camera interviewer was obviously a follow-up:

"After being married as long as we have, I think he'd understand. He wants me to be happy. And truth be told, he makes me plenty happy with his own bleep!"

Sam and Deidre were laughing and applauding as much as everybody else after that comment.

The final woman to look into the camera from her spot seated at the same table appeared to be maybe 19 or 20, but it was hard to tell. She was slender and had a kind of pixie cut for her black hair. She was wearing a black tee-shirt with some kind of abstract, geometric figures on it. If you saw her in a college lecture hall, you wouldn't think her out of place.

Maybe it was her age — college women have been vocal about lots of societal issues for a long time on campuses around the country — but she was the most explicit and frank about what she liked.

"You know, I really like it. I mean, I really, really like it. Seeing nude guys, you know? I like looking at naked men in person, like at a strip club where the guys take everything off." At that point she shook her head in a small movement and smiled wistfully. "But there are so few of that kind of club around. I know, because I've checked."

That remark brought giggles from the studio audience.

"But looking at naked men in pictures or in videos is really hot in a different way. You can study every detail about them, about their bodies. And you can find such good photography that's really well done, and you can find hot, handsome guys who pose for those pictures. It is such a turn-on to see some handsome, naked man, with a nice erection and a pretty smile looking right into the camera. I'm amazed sometimes at what must go through a guy's mind who poses like that, knowing that people will look at him and his aroused, stiff penis."

At that point, the woman spoke in an obvious parenthetical: "Which, oh, my god! I just love seeing a man's erection, I can tell you! And seeing his naked butt, firm and rounded and muscular. Yeah, I like that a lot, too!"

Then she continued in her conversational tone as before: "But I don't stay amazed for long. I get over that quickly and settle into some nice viewing. I like looking at naked men. It gets my juices flowing. How could it not?"

There was a fade to black on the video, then a dissolve to white letters against the black background: CFNM

What followed next in the video was a series of vignettes. The first was women at a male strip club, the camera first on the audience, then on the dancers as they stripped down to G-strings, shimmying their asses, then back to the women in the club to capture their appreciative reactions. Next was a TV commercial that showed an obviously naked man in side profile leaning against a woman to bring his face to kiss the cheek of the woman who was clad only in bra and panties as the tagline, "Lingerie so sexy he'll be naked before you are," showed at the bottom of the screen.

"Yes!" shouted one woman in the audience, and everyone laughed.

The video continued through three more scenarios: women watching shirtless guys playing volleyball, some kind of party in which all the women were dressed in evening attire but the waiters and bartender wore only G-strings, starched shirt cuffs with cufflinks at their wrists, and white starched collars with black bowties — a vignette that had the audience rowdy with expressions of approval, even given the pixelating of the guys' genitals for the sake of the TV taping — and finally, a woman dressed in a stylish business suit and heels who was facing the camera and standing next to a naked man whose back was to the camera as he stood next to her. As the woman moved her hand to rest it on the man's nude buttcheek, she looked into the camera and said, "It's the 21st century, ladies. The old B.S. and double standards don't make sense anymore. We need to give ourselves permission to enjoy ourselves, to celebrate our sex drives, and to take pleasure in the things we like to look at."

She paused, gliding her hand across the man's butt, caressing it then squeezing his cheek in a firm grip before releasing it as the camera zoomed in on the action to catch the way she toyed with him.

The females in the audience oohed and aahhed.

"And what we like to touch, too," she added with a wink.

The film concluded with a video montage of naked men, most carefully posed so as not to show any penis, but a few on glorious display with obvious erections based on the stack of pixels obscuring what would otherwise have been a lovely view of male sexual arousal.

And they were handsome men. Buffed. Some smiling into the camera, some working out in the gym, some playing tennis or touch football while shirtless as the camera captured them in their sexy action shots. The video finished, though, with a guy swimming up to the camera at the edge of the pool, then pulling himself up out of the water to the point that it was stunningly obvious he was naked. He stopped just millimeters short of what would have otherwise exposed his cock.

That elicited a strong audience reaction. At that point, the camera angle cut to behind him, with his butt completely exposed as he stiff-armed the side of the pool.

"Yummy!" shouted one woman. "Is he here?" yelled another. "We like it, we like it!" two laidies said in unison, and the audience, including Deidre, took up the chant as the camera moved closer and closer to the guy's butt, eventually stopping at the point where his rounded glutes swept up to the muscles in his back, the image big and clear on the screen behind Dr. Reilly before it faded out, leaving the afterimage of the swimmer's glorious backside burned into the imaginations of every woman in the audience.

And probably in the minds of some of the men, too — there must have been some of the decided minority of males in the audience who were gay or bisexual.

Sam marveled at the reaction of the ladies around him.

The lights in the studio came up, and Dr. Reilly made a show of fanning herself with her hand and brushing her hair back from her forehead.

"Oh, my!" she said, smiling. "That was just delightful, wouldn't you agree?"

Sam didn't have to wait for the audience reaction to know what was coming. To his surprise, though, Deidre jumped up from her seat along with the other women in the audience and shouted along with everyone, "Yes! Yes!"

Deidre looked at him, shrugged, and said, "Just getting into the spirit of things, Sam." Then she leaned down to him as the chant continued and said into his ear, "And seeing that has made me hot to think about being a videographer myself sometime with you as my nude model."

Sam didn't want to stand up and shout, "Yes! Yes!" with the ladies at that instant. He wouldn't want anyone to think the reason for his enthusiasm was seeing the guy's butt in the video.

But he silently thought, Yes! Yes! at the idea of Deidre getting turned on and being prompted with some ideas for sexy playtime in the future.

With most of the audience on its feet — all of the women and a few of the men — Dr. Reilly stood up and turned to the side of the stage.

"With apologies that the studio and TV audiences have seen only the short segments we've just seen, and that we had to make certain edits even during such a short look at this fascinating documentary, let's welcome Emma, Corrine, Mary, and Elizabeth to the show!"

The women from the video filed onto the stage in the order of their appearance in the video, and seated themselves on the sofa and two chairs to Dr. Reilly's right.

"These courageous ladies are all in the documentary being made about CFNM," Ricky announced to the audience and Dr. Reilly.

"So you're all fine with being in a documentary on this subject?" the host said, looking down the row of women seated on the stage. "Really?"

It was Corrine who spoke up immediately. "Yes, and I think it's super. It's about time someone put it out there that women get just as much pleasure thinking about and looking at men as men get from doing the same with women. We women have strong sex drives, too!"

"Exactly," Emma chimed in with her delightful accent. "But I'd say we ladies have stronger sex drives than men." At that point she looked to the audience and asked, "Don't you think? Looking at a handsome, nude man is a lovely activity, isn't it?"

The audience's applause was immediate.

"Those are some pretty candid comments," Dr. Reilly said. "Aren't any of you worried that people you know may see the documentary and hear what you think about this subject?"

She looked at Mary, the older woman whose description of one part of the male anatomy had to be bleeped from her segment in the video.

The audience laughed.

"I was a little explicit," Mary demurred, "but I think that's okay. The whole point of the documentary is to show what's real, isn't it?"

"I think you're right, Mary," Dr. Reilly responded. "So you would all say that what you expressed in that short bit of the documentary is how it really is concerning women's thoughts about naked men?"

The ladies all nodded in agreement, and Elizabeth jumped in.

"Absolutely. You know, I get that it used to be that women weren't supposed to like it, that we were supposed to be so much more refined and not so much at the mercy of what people describe as 'base instincts,' but I decided that's just horse shit, if I can put it like that. Sorry. So I stopped worrying about the fact that it turned me on to see men naked, and if they weren't naked but looked like they'd be hot if they were naked, then looking at them in their nice suits, or board shorts, or a shirt and jeans, or whatever, and imagining what they'd look like if they were naked — well, I think that is completely okay, and I like doing it."

A ripple of confirmation ran through the audience.

"So any of you could look at a man wearing a business suit and mentally undress him?" Dr. Reilly asked the group.

As all the women nodded, the host continued, "But women have been saying for decades that a man doing that to a woman is a pervert or at the very least a — oh, what's that term from back in the day — a, umm, oh, yeah, a 'macho pig'," said Dr. Reilly.

"Maybe some women think that or were even taught it years ago," Elizabeth said, "but my generation didn't grow up like that." She leaned toward Dr. Reilly and said, "It's way too easy to see naked men these days and realize the effect seeing them can have on you. Why not enjoy that, I say, because the effect is inevitable. It's just biology, so you should drop the guilt and take all the pleasure you want in seeing guys in the nude, or nearly nude, or thinking about them nude when you're looking at them on the street or wherever."

"Well, we are going to get the male opinion on this later in the show, but maybe now is a good time for a little experiment," Dr. Reilly said before turning to the audience."Is there a lady out there with her boyfriend or husband who's proud of her man?"

Deidre shot to her feet. "My husband is hot!" she said, grinning.

Sam immediately reached to her arm, trying to pull her back into her seat.

"Deidre!" he whispered urgently, trying not to be obvious.

It was too late. The screen behind the stage showed Sam in his seat tugging on Deidre's arm.

"See?" Deidre continued, now pointing to the big video screen. "He's so handsome, and he has a great body!" she bragged.

Sam was blushing. He lowered his head, trying to conceal himself from the camera.

"He's shy that I'm saying this out loud in public," Deidre said, looking down at her embarrassed husband, "but it's absolutely the case that I can't believe how lucky I am to be with him. He is my handsome stud!"

Everybody laughed. Some ladies in the audience whistled, and one women shouted, "Let's see!"

Dr. Reilly seized control, shading her eyes against the studio lights that had been turned up in order for the camera to zoom in on the young couple with the enthusiastic wife who was proclaiming her husband to be a hottie.

"My, my. You're quite proud of your husband . . .?"

It was a request to Deidre to introduce herself.

"Deidre. And my handsome husband is Sam."

Had it been possible for Sam to disappear from view at that moment, he would have done it.

"He seems a little shy," Dr. Reilly observed.

Sam looked up at Deidre and mouthed the words, No! No! No!

"And that's the thing, Dr. Reilly," she replied to the host, now turning and leaning down to try to pull Sam to his feet. "He knows I love him more than anything, and he knows I really appreciate that he keeps in shape for me, but he probably doesn't know how proud I am to be with him."

The audience responded with a unison, "Awwwww!" to clearly communicate their approval and empathy.

"You have a wonderful wife," Dr. Reilly said as the large video screen showed Deidre trying to pull Sam to his feet. "You are quite a lucky man, Sam."

Realizing there now was no way to avoid this situation, Sam finally eased himself to his feet awkwardly, clearly embarrassed by all the attention.

Deidre jumped in, wanting to ease her husband's discomfort.

"We're just visiting San Francisco for a few days, out and about at restaurants and shops and the wharf, you know, and I am always so proud every time I notice one of those glances from a woman across the street or something, one of those glances that tell me they think my husband is attractive."

Dr. Reilly smiled broadly. "And we can all see why!" she said.

The audience applauded heartily, something that only added to Sam's predicament.

"Sam, we don't want to embarrass you," the host soothed, "but I'm sure the women here on stage and in the audience would say it's nothing to be embarrassed about to be handsome and in shape."

She smiled the most endearing smile possible, trying to put Sam at ease before she addressed the entire audience, "You should be flattered, Sam, that your pretty wife — and apparently all of the studio audience, too — think you're a handsome man."

The audience confirmed Dr. Reilly's estimation.

She turned back to Sam and said, "For the sake of our discussion on today's show," she said, "please help us out here for a minute, Sam."

Her expression was an unspoken request for permission.

After a second, Sam shrugged, then smiled a little, to which the audience applauded.

Dr. Reilly, turned back to the ladies on stage and said, "You all indicated you had good imaginations about men, and I asked about men in business suits, if I recall correctly."

Sam instantly deduced what was coming. He sat down abruptly.

The audience reaction directed Dr. Reilly's attention to the screen, and she saw the camera capturing Sam's quick movement back into his seat.

"Deidre," she said, as Deidre was still standing but trying to pull Sam back to his feet, "it seems that Sam is worried about something I was about to say. Maybe it'll put him more at ease if you ask the question I was about to ask our guests on stage."

The host looked at Deidre to discern whether she knew what that question was about to be.

Deidre looked at Sam, then leaned down to whisper something in his ear as the camera caught everything and displayed it on the video screen in the studio.

But the camera and the overhead audience mics couldn't capture Deidre's whispered entreaty to her husband.

"Babe, I love you so much, and I am so proud of you and your hot, sexy body. You know that," she said close to Sam's ear. "Women tell me all the time what a handsome husband I have, and I know what that means — many of them would like to see you naked."

"But on TV! Deidre! Don't ask them if they're imagining me naked!" he implored.

She kissed his cheek, and the audience applauded.

"It's okay, babe," she soothed in his ear. "The show is just bringing out in the open the thoughts lots of women have already have about you and which a lot of women will continue to have about you."

Without waiting for a confirmation from him, Deidre straightened and asked the women on stage, "It's okay to answer this because I already know what you'll say, but, 'Would you enjoy thinking about what my husband looks like naked?'"

The women on stage looked at Dr. Reilly. It was clear they were seeking some guidance about this turn of events.

"And you're not going to be angry to hear the response, or be offended by what they say?" Dr. Reilly asked Deidre.

"I've known the answer ever since the first time I laid eyes on Sam," she said smiling at Dr. Reilly and then down at Sam.

"Is this an incredible wife?" Dr. Reilly asked the crowd, pointing toward Deidre.

The audience applauded wildly, and the camera captured Sam, who finally stood back up, this time grinning and shrugging his shoulders with upraised hands in an I-give-up gesture.

Dr. Reilly turned to her guests on stage. "Deidre asked you a question, and she says she already knows the answer." She cut her glance back to Sam and Deidre and then back to her guests."Deidre's question was, 'Would you enjoy imagining what Sam looks like naked?'"
The audience hooted and hollered, applauded, laughed. But they were eager to hear the answer.

It was Corrine who spoke up.

"All I can say is you caught me red-handed!"

The entire studio erupted in laughter and applause. Corrine grinned broadly, then cast a 'Sorry!' look at Sam, who seemed to be at least not so uncomfortable any longer.

"What I think Corrine means," Dr. Reilly said looking first at Corrine on stage and then to Sam as she tried to calm things down after the extended audience applause and general enthusiasm, "is that it's a natural thing for women to allow their sex drives to take them to places in their imagination that will provide pleasure and enjoyment."

She motioned toward Sam and Deidre with an upraised palm and said, "And please, everyone, thank Deidre for sharing, and especially thank her handsome husband for letting us shed some light on what is apparently a common aspect of female sexuality that needs to be talked about more frequently and more openly."

The audience was enthusiastic with grateful appreciation via applause and whistles that Sam had played along.

"We'll be right back," Dr. Reilly said, turning to her take-a-commercial-break camera.

During break, she climbed the few steps up into the audience to the row where Deidre and Sam were now standing, along with the entire audience, as the music and hubbub of between-filming breaks continued. She leaned into the row of standing audience members and reached her hand outward, indicating she wanted the couple to shuffle toward her and stand with her in the aisle.

"Thank you so much," she said, smiling at Sam and Deidre and shaking their hands. "You were wonderful, and I know how embarrassing that might have been, Sam, but it will be so good for the show!"

"We had no idea!" Deidre said, grinning.

"This is a spontaneous show," Dr. Reilly answered, "and that's one of the things that makes it watchable and appealing. And I can tell you," she said, nodding to emphasize her point, "I had no idea this would happen either!"

They all laughed.

"Thank you again, Sam," she said before turning to hurry back to the stage for some touch-up to her make-up. "The women on the show are just being frank and honest, which is what we want, and I apologize if now you'll be a little self-conscious for a while, knowing that the ladies here on stage and in the studio audience are probably all wondering about how handsome you are au naturel. And you'll be appreciated by our show's viewing audience, too, I'm sure."

Sam's eyes widened, and Deidre giggled.

As Dr. Reilly strode back down the steps and into her chair where the show's make-up team swarmed her, Deidre hugged Sam tightly in the aisle before they made their way back to their seats. "I love you," she said, squeezing his hand as they sat down. "And I'm okay knowing that women imagine you naked because I know I'm the only one who gets to see you that way."

It was an extended break as the guests on stage stood and stretched, took drinks of water, talked among themselves animatedly as they one-by-one had their make-up tended to, body mics adjusted, and so on while Dr. Reilly's make-up artist took great care refreshing the host's pretty features.

While all that was going on, Sam turned to Deidre and said, "I don't know how long it'll take for me to get over what just happened. I don't know whether to be mad at you or maybe happy that you like my naked body enough to brag on me right out in the open on a show that thousands of people are going to see."

"You know which one of those is right — other women are so jealous of me sometimes that I have such a handsome husband, and I love that!"

Sam kissed her on the cheek, then asked, "And what about you? Do you imagine men naked, too?"

In the hubbub in the studio as the audience buzzed in excitement about the show, Deidre wasn't concerned her response would be overheard.

"I love seeing naked men, and yeah — I like to think about what a cute guy might look like naked," she said.

Sam's expression prompted her immediate response of putting her hand on his thigh reassuringly and continuing. "But that's just enjoying what's in my imagination or even the actual sight of naked men in a porn vid or at a girls' night out at a male strip club, or something else," she said. "As for actually doing anything with any naked guy I might be looking at, I don't want that. I only want to do it with my naked guy," Deidre said grinning.

Sam's expression softened.

"So . . . pictures of naked guys on the internet?" he asked as the audience chatter continued while the make-up people finished up on stage.

"Oh, yeah. Definitely. I absolutely look at naked men on the internet."

The follow-up question in his eyes and on his face didn't require spoken words. It prompted a delayed reaction from Deidre.

She considered for a couple of seconds then said, "Sure. Of course I do."

Sam leaned really close to her ear and whispered the question he thought she had answered as the lights came up on stage.

"You masturbate while you look at those pictures?"

"Shhh. It's time!" Deidre said as Dr. Reilly began her back-from-break comment into the camera.

But she cut a quick glance at Sam, smiling.

"Before break we learned a little bit first-hand about women's sexual imaginations, and it was you, Corrine who said you'd already been mentally undressing one of our audience members, is that right?"

"No offense to your handsome husband," Corrine said, nodding her head toward the audience and Deidre, "but, yes. Given the topic of the show and remembering the answers I gave during the taping of the documentary, I guess I was primed to let my imagination run free when Sam stood up and I was able to get a look at him."

"I won't embarrass our audience member any further," Dr. Reilly said, glancing up toward the audience to reassure Sam, "but let me ask you, Corrine: Does it much matter what a guy really looks like naked, or is seeing a man you'd like to imagine naked satisfying enough without getting frustrated that he isn't naked?"

Corrine was thoughtful for a moment before answering. "A good-looking man, any man, can trigger my imagination," she said. "It doesn't necessarily mean I'll even have another thought about him after that."

"Interesting," Dr. Reilly said, inviting more explanation.

"I will say this, though," Corrine continued. "I'm usually pretty accurate with my imagination," She paused for a beat. "At least, every man I saw first with his clothes on and then did see naked pretty much matched up to what I'd imagined."

The audience laughed but quieted immediately at what Corrine did next.

She raised her arm high, looked down shaking her head for a moment, then looked at Dr. Reilly and said, "Well, except for one, who surprised the hell out of me with the size of his dick!"

The audience exploded with laughter as Ricky had to yell over the top of the noise: "Thank goodness for our trusty bleep machine."

That brought another round of laughter.

"So this is interesting to me," Dr. Reilly said, leaning forward in her chair as Corrine settled back into her seat. "Don't any of you think that mentally undressing a man is objectifying him and somehow demeaning him, in spite of everything that's been shared about this in our studio today?"

The women all shook their heads no, and Dr. Reilly looked directly into the camera to say, "Let's meet the film makers who are documenting the fascinating world of female fantasy, women's sex drives and imaginations, and this whole notion of women who enjoy imagining or seeing naked men."

She rose as she finished speaking.

"Now let's welcome the ladies who are making this documentary."

During the break, one of the other activities on stage had been three chairs being added to the left of Dr. Reilly's chair, and three women filed in to take those seats.

A tall, slender woman in a t-shirt and jeans with a subdued hair color crossing brown and blonde and falling to her shoulders led the trio to their chairs. Following her was a short, curvy woman with red hair who looked really young. A dark-complected woman with silky black hair down to the middle of her back who strode confidently on stage in stylish, high-heeled shoes and a pants outfit in loose, silk-like material in an eggshell color completed the trio.

"Welcome, ladies," the host said as the three women took their seats. "We've seen a clip of your film, and these delightful women" — Dr. Reilly gestured toward the women from the video seated to her right — "have shared with us a little about their thoughts on the topic of CFNM. Please introduce yourselves, and then I want to find out what made you think this topic would make a good documentary."

The woman in the eggshell-colored outfit at the end away from Dr. Reilly spoke first in a South American accent.

"I'm Jade Santos," the woman said, "and I am the producer. It takes nothing special to know I'm Brazilian, just by my accent," she laughed, "even though I've lived in Europe for several years."

The short red-headed woman introduced herself as Lisa Jones. "I completed my bachelor's degree in digital filmmaking at the University of Central Arkansas and found out about this project shortly after that. I wrote to Jade immediately, knowing this would be the best internship experience I could ever have for what I want to do with my life."

Lisa was enthusiastic and perky. The audience responded warmly.

The tall blonde woman in the chair next to Dr. Reilly was sitting erect, almost on the edge of her seat. She looked at the host, and speaking with just the slightest Dutch accent to her English, said, "And I'm Britt Mertens. I am the on-camera interviewer-"

She was interrupted by audience laughter which caught her off-guard for a moment before she grinned, realizing the reason for the audience's amusement.

"And the off-camera interviewer, too," she said smiling. "I also do production, editing, scripting, many things, as do all of us."

"So you do actually appear in the documentary at some point?" Dr. Reilly asked her, glancing at the audience and back to Britt.

"Yes," she responded, brushing away a lock of hair from her face. "That segment you just showed is only part of the documentary. We have a lot of interviews on location at the beach, at bachelorette parties, at male revues-"

"Interesting that you say, 'male revues,' instead of 'male strip clubs,'" Dr. Reilly interrupted.

Britt was not flustered. "Well, yes, I suppose 'male revue' might be a euphemism for 'male strip club,' but wouldn't you agree that men have used euphemisms for a long time when objectifying women? I mean, how many 'gentlemen' actually act that way at 'gentlemen's clubs'?" Britt asked with a smile.

"Point taken," Dr. Reilly responded. "Excuse me for interrupting. You were saying the documentary includes interviews where both you and the interviewees are on camera?"

"Absolutely," Britt continued. "We believe it's important for the audience to understand that this phenomenon of CFNM is something with broad appeal to lots of women."

"And you're finding lots of women like Emma, Corrine, Mary, and Elizabeth?" Dr. Reilly asked, nodding toward the women seated to her right.

"Your audience could probably answer that question," Britt demurred, clearly playing to the crowd.

It worked. "I sure do!" and, "Works for me!" were just two comments Sam and Deidre could make out among those shouted toward the stage.

"So, Jade," Dr. Reilly began, looking down toward the last chair on her left, "what all will be in the documentary?"

"Lots of women and a fair number of men explaining their thoughts and feelings about CFNM, for sure," Jade began, "but we also think it's important to expose the audience to the various forms of CFNM that women engage in solely for their sexual gratification."

The panelists all smiled at the comment, and one audience member spoke loudly: "You go, girl!" — a comment that evoked laughter in the studio.

"You actually film in male strip clubs?" asked Dr. Reilly, who then quickly corrected herself. "I mean, in 'male revues,'" she said, emphasizing the euphemism.

"A couple, yes," Jade responded. "While women often say they like to go for show value and not necessarily for the nude or nearly-nude male eye candy, we peeled back the layers of that explanation."

"And what, Lisa, did you find? Have you been the videographer when the documentary goes on location to these places?"

Lisa began with a giggle. "Yes, I've actually shot the video at both the male revues where we've been on location."

"Wow," said Dr. Reilly. "Just out of college and working at a job where you have to watch good-looking men strip down to barely anything and show off their bodies."

The host paused wryly for a beat, then: "Seems like a dream job for a woman who's recently graduated with her bachelor's degree."

More giggles from Lisa, then, "Yeah, well, I do enjoy my work!"

That brought chuckles all around from the panelists and the audience.

"But when we interview the women who like this kind of entertainment, Britt does a really good job with her probing questions and just the way she is as an interviewer," Lisa continued. "She gets the women to open up about the experience of being at the shows."

Britt jumped in. "And some of them really are there just for the spectacle, for the show. I think Jade put it really well when she said-"

Britt paused, throwing the conversation to Jade in a great show of comradeship among the documentarians on stage.

"I said some of the women who go to the shows think of it like Carnivale in Rio," Jade said in her sexy Brazilian accent. "There are many lovely ladies in elaborate headdresses and costumes in the parades, but the costumes are often very, very skimpy. All of that is just part of the pageantry, though."

Dr. Reilly looked skeptical. "I had a boyfriend once who told me he loved to go to Rio for Carnivale, and he wasn't shy about saying he liked seeing the pretty women in their g-strings shimmying down the street among the floats."

Jade laughed. "I'm sure guys love that!"

"And you'd be surprised how many women we found," Britt continued, "who admitted they told their girlfriends they went just to be with their girls in a fun atmosphere and party and hoot and holler at the men onstage and that they wanted a good show with costumes and storylines and things like that, but-"

"But they admitted they really did get a sexual charge out of seeing nearly nude men with great bodies?" Dr. Reilly interrupted.

It was Lisa, the intern, who answered.

"Oh, yes, Dr. Reilly. We've filmed at two revues so far, and one of them featured the men stripping completely nude. Every single woman Britt interviewed at that location said they came to see good-looking, toned and buffed naked men showing everything because it was sexually arousing."

The audience murmured.

"Were these women married?" asked Dr. Reilly.

"Many were," Britt answered. "But we found almost invariably that the married women said going home after the show was usually a rewarding experience for them and for their husbands."

"That sounds great!" Ricky Donnelly commented from his perch to the side of the stage, eliciting laughter, as was his job.

"This is such a fascinating subject," Dr. Reilly said, turning to her go-to-break camera. "What we've just heard about wives looking at naked men then turning that sexual energy to their husbands has created a problem for the couple we'll meet after break. Please join us when we return."

Sam was immediately back at Deidre's ear. "The taping started right at the point you were about to say something," he reminded her.

She played dumb, enjoying the tease.

"What?"

"You know."

"What?" But she was barely able to suppress a grin and a giggle.

Sam cast a don't-play-with-me mock glare at her.

"Oh, yes, I think I remember now," Deidre said, her finger placed on her chin in a thoughtful pose. "I think you were trying to find out if I ever get myself off when I look at naked men."

Again, the general hubbub in the studio covered their conversation. Deidre was comfortable with her explicit talk.

"What do you think?" she asked.

Sam hesitated.

"Go ahead, babe. Say it. Say you think I masturbate sometimes when I look at pictures and videos of naked guys."

She leaned closer to him, again placing her hand on his thigh as she dropped her voice and looked into his eyes.

"Don't you think I know you look at naked women? Don't you think I couldn't even imagine it if you didn't jack off sometimes while you look at those pictures?"

Sam was defenseless against this line of logic.

"So why would you wonder if I do it?"

He fumbled for an answer. "I dunno. I, I guess I've probably avoided thinking about it until now."

Deidre grinned broadly at him. "So now you know!"

Sam searched her eyes and said, "And sometimes, if it's some guy you think is really, really sexy — you don't wish it was his body instead of mine-"

Deidre hushed him immediately with a finger against his lips.

"Are you kidding me with that question? Absolutely not!"

Sam kept his gaze locked on hers. Searching.

"Look. If I asked you whether jacking off to some nameless girl with a killer body on the internet meant you wanted to be with her instead of me, would that make any sense?"

He dropped his eyes from her gaze, but she leaned her head down to look into his lowered eyes.

"I like to come, and sometimes you're not around, or it's inconvenient, or I just feel like a quick orgasm to relax. Some naked male eye candy to trigger a fantasy is a good jumping off point, you know?"

He smiled, tentatively.

"And most of the time, the handsome guy turns into you in my fantasy anyway," Deidre finished. She kissed him. "Okay?"

"How did I marry such a great wife?" he answered, smiling.

"You got really lucky," Deidre teased.

The break-time hustle was winding down on the set. The taping would start again any second, but Sam asked, "Do you have any favorite guys you like to see naked in these pictures?"

"Welcome back," said Dr. Reilly as the house lights lowered and the focus returned to the stage.

Deidre grinned, then whispered. "Ask me later."

"We've been discussing CFNM — Clothed Female Naked Male — and the issues around women's enjoyment of looking at naked men, or even men with their clothes on who women think would look great without any clothes." She turned to another camera to continue. "But one wife's attendance at a CFNM party created a problem with her husband."

Dr. Reilly turned to the audience, and the house lights came up so the camera could focus on a couple in the front row.

"Cindy and Ben have been married for twelve years, but Ben only found out last week that Cindy has attended a couple CFNM parties."

The audience oohed in a way that communicated, "Something's going to happen."

"First," said Dr. Reilly, leaning forward in her chair toward the couple, "tell me how on earth you found out about a party where men walk around wearing nothing but G-strings?"

"Or completely nude," Cindy quickly corrected.

The audience gasped in spite of the topics of discussion ever since the program began.

"It kinda took me aback," Cindy continued, "when one of my girlfriends said she'd heard from another woman about a party that she could get us an invitation to. Then my girlfriend said there would be naked men — good-looking naked men — walking around at the party, and that the women attending could look as long as they wanted at everything, and even ask the guys to get into certain positions that might be, well, uh," Cindy stammered, "umm, you know, positions that would pretty much ensure anything a woman wanted to see was on display."
Her husband, Ben, sat scowling next to Cindy.

"It was an expensive ticket to the party — that's what they called it, a ticket — and the invitation also said it was expected that the gentlemen on display would be tipped by each of the guests."

The women in the video to Dr. Reilly's right, and the documentary's makers to her left, were all listening intently to Cindy.

So were Sam and Deidre.

"But I decided to do it, and me and my two girlfriends went to the party."

"Did you know about this?" Dr. Reilly asked Ben.

"No," was his short, curt reply.

"And what was the party like, Cindy?" the host asked.

"I couldn't believe it," Cindy answered. "We go to this private residence that's big and swanky — a nice pool and patio, you know? — and we're greeted at the door by a naked man who's got this great body and great smile. He says he's glad we're there, and then he leads us into the large living room of the house where there are maybe 25 other women and maybe five other naked men. The women are all dressed like we are in cocktail attire. One of the naked guys is serving hors d'oeuvres, and there's a bartender mixing drinks. He's naked, too."

The audience was rapt in attention.

"And?" Dr. Reilly prompted.

Cindy took a deep breath. "I whisper to my friends that I cannot, in a million years, believe what I'm seeing."

"And your friends? Did they react the same way?"

"One did. The other, the one who found out about the party, just smiled and said, 'Now, this is what I call a really great cocktail party!'"

The audience laughed, and Ricky Donnelly said from his seat to the side of the stage: "I'll say!"

"I was so embarrassed," Cindy continued, "but as the night wore on, it became fun, you know? I mean, it was women being given the permission to ogle naked guys. Before long, I thought that was pretty cool!"

Ben continued scowling. Dr. Reilly looked at him.

"You seem upset at this, Ben? Is that right?"

The man answered quickly. "You bet. Why the hell shouldn't I be upset about my wife going to some place where she's walking around with naked men in the same room?"

"But I said I never touched them," Cindy said, turning to her husband.

"And that's supposed to make it okay?" he demanded.

At this point, Dr. Reilly started working the magic she was known for when arguing couples were on the show. She really was good at this, and the audience plus the women on stage were quickly all in a group therapy session with Ben and Cindy.

Over the course of several minutes of magic-making — as led deftly by Dr. Reilly — things began surfacing, as they always did, about the source of the problem: communication, including the fact that Ben had never told Cindy one of his biggest sources of anger was his concern for her safety in such a situation.

Sam leaned into Deidre. "I can see his side of things," he said.

Deidre looked at him and whispered back. "Okay, I'll agree with that. Worrying about your wife's safety is what all husbands do, but that party she's talking about was obviously a safe, fun, different experience where everyone, including the naked guys, knew the rules."

Cindy had just revealed the numerous precautions and safeguards at the party to prevent any of the nude men from groping or even touching the women.

"So what I want to know," Deidre continued, "is how is it different for her to be at a CFNM party seeing naked men and for you to be at Scott's bachelor party with the two strippers who took everything off?" she asked.

He groaned. "I knew I should never have told you about that. I didn't know Scott's best man had made arrangements for the strippers to get completely naked."

"But the point is," Deidre answered, "that I knew you wouldn't do anything with those women. I know what happens at some bachelor's parties, but I trust you, babe. You wouldn't act crazy in that situation. I know it."

They were talking earnestly, but very quietly as Dr. Reilly continued working her counseling magic with the couple.

"And you know what?" Deidre said, whispering close to Sam's ear. "You just said 'some strippers' when you told me about it. Those strippers were just naked women whose bodies probably looked pretty sexy." She paused for a second. "So you saw some naked female bodies that night at the bachelor party. If you liked seeing them and never did anything other than enjoy the sight — even if you got an erection as a result — then good for you and your sex drive, babe."

Deidre was clearly pushing things in the conversation, taking the opportunity to make a point. She continued with an even more challenging question: "Have you ever stroked your cock thinking about those naked strippers' bodies?"

"Jesus, Deidre!" Sam said under his breath. "What are you saying?"

She draped her arm over his shoulders to pull him close.

"When we look at porn vids, and the porn stars are pretty and sexy, I don't think a thing about it when you say so-and-so has a great ass, or so-and-so really knows how to deep-throat a guy."

Deidre was now being really quiet, barely breathing her words into Sam's ear.

"And I can tell by how hard your dick is when I'm stroking it as we watch those vids that you really like seeing naked women and you like watching them shimmy their breasts and bend over with their butts high and their legs spread. Isn't that right?"

Sam was shifting uncomfortably. His wife knew his hot buttons, and her dirty talk often included explicit references to those turn-ons.

Part of his discomfort was the bizarre scenario of being among dozens of people in a TV studio audience while Deidre was saying the things she was saying and asking him the questions she was asking, even though he was sure no one could hear.

The other reason for his uncomfortable shifting was because his cock was hardening in his pants.

"So I know you get hard looking at naked women, and I know you masturbate when you do it. If you tell me right now that you've had some fantasy in which the strippers from Scott's bachelor party play a role, then I'll tell you about my fantasy with that guy in the shower scene from the movie we saw last month. Remember? The movie about the girl who goes to Hollywood to find her big break?"

By then Dr. Reilly, master magician-therapist-talk show host, had wrapped things up with Ben and Cindy, and the audience was murmuring approval about what had happened.

Cindy had leaned over and draped her arms around Ben's shoulders to give him a big kiss, which he accepted, grinning.

"When we come back," Dr. Reilly said to her break camera, "we'll hear from our studio audience about CFNM."

An immediate buzz engulfed the studio as the audience talked to each other, the make-up people hurried onto the set, and Ricky Donnelly walked on stage to talk with the ladies from the video as Sam and Deidre continued their conversation.

"Yeah," Sam said. "I remember. The movie with the scene of the male lead in the shower in his hotel one night when the female character — 'Brianna,' right? — was out on the hotel ledge because of that crazy, funny scene from the party in the hotel and how she ended up outside the guy's room, edging her way around looking for an open window to get off the ledge."

Deidre grinned. "Yeah, really cheesy with the set-up, and it was pretty funny in spots. But then, you're right, the scene when Brianna slips through the hotel room window and walks by the open bathroom door to see the guy with his back to the camera, soaping up in the shower."

"You did mention something on the drive home about that actor having a cute butt," Sam allowed.

"Glad you remembered," Deidre said, smiling at him. "Now it's not such a big deal to admit that I've fantasized a couple of times while masturbating to the memory of that scene."

Sam exhaled, biting his lip. Waiting for more from Deidre.

"It's okay," she soothed. "I came, and it felt good. Yeah, in my fantasy I imagined him turning around, soaping his cock and getting it hard as Brianna watched, seeing the muscles in his chest and arms working as he stroked it, completely unaware she was watching, but that doesn't mean I wish I was there in real life to see it or that I want to have sex with him. It's just a fantasy I had. I enjoyed it, I had an orgasm, and that was that."

Sam was quiet.

"It's like what these women making the documentary are talking about with women's sex drives. We like seeing and imagining naked men, even masturbating when we do it. Kinda like what happens when you jerk off to your own fantasies, huh?" Deidre said, squeezing Sam's thigh.

"You are amazing," Sam said after a few seconds.

At that point, Dr. Reilly welcomed the TV audience back and then turned to the studio audience, saying, "What do some of you think about CFNM, or about whether women have stronger sex drives than men, or about this idea of whether engaging in CFNM or looking at pictures and videos of naked men objectifies them, as came up when we talked with Cindy and Ben before break?"

Hands shot up immediately.

This is where Sam and Deidre, watching the show at home the few times they'd seen it, made comments like, "Everybody wants their 15 seconds of fame," or, "That obviously did not happen — she just made that up to try to be one of the audience members who make it into what ends up being on the air."

Their observations at home pretty much confirmed what they saw happening in the studio. One woman played the judgmental card, chastising the documentary's producers for "putting sinful desires into young women." Another woman, heavily tattooed — at least on the parts of her arms that were visible — asked how the women who were interviewed in the documentary were chosen.

Then Dr. Reilly asked, "Who in the audience other than Cindy has ever been to a CFNM party?"

Only one woman raised her hand, someone you'd see in the grocery store and assume she was there buying the next box of cereal for her two children at home.

"Do tell," Dr. Reilly said, motioning the woman toward her as she stood in front of the audience.

The woman — she gave her name as "Tina" — made her way to the edge of the stage and stood next to the host.

"First," said Dr. Reilly, "tell us your name and a little about yourself."

It was the description of a suburban mom, typical in all respects, except for what the woman related in response to Dr. Reilly's next questions.

"What happened? How did you find out about such a party?"

"It was totally by accident, and I was out of town at a conference for women who sell the cosmetics line I've been selling to friends for a couple of years."

Dr. Reilly jumped in quickly: "Don't mention any names," she said with a smile, turning briefly to the camera.

"No, no. I was just saying that I was at this conference out of state, and I guess some entrepreneurial lady in that city figured a conference for women who sell cosmetics would be a good place to advertise for a CFNM party."

"This was in a flyer, on a billboard, what?" Dr. Reilly asked as the audience laughed.

"No, nothing like that. I don't really know who told me, but it was definitely a word-of-mouth thing. One of the ladies sitting next to me in one of the sessions struck up a conversation — you know, 'How's your business? Have you added new clients recently?' That sort of thing."

It was an intriguing story. Tina had the rest of the audience hooked with her narrative.

"After a few minutes of small talk, she said she'd been to this conference for three years in a row, and the last two years she'd gone to parties the next-to-last night of the event, and that they were the most unusual and enjoyable parties she'd ever attended."

"The plot thickens," Dr. Reilly said, smiling.

"Well, yeah. This woman said these were CFNM parties. I didn't know what that was, and then she said, 'Clothed Female Naked Male,' and it took a few seconds for me to process that, you know?"

"I can imagine." Dr. Reilly deadpanned.

Deidre leaned close to Sam and said, "Ooh, this is getting interesting!"

The woman continued her story: "Anyway, I guess I asked this lady a million questions, but the more she talked about it, the more I imagined things. You know, naked guys and all and just being able to look and watch them move and walk around and see their butts and their . . . um, you know . . ."

Embarrassed, she looked at Dr. Reilly for help.

"Yes, we know!" the host said, and the audience laughed and applauded.

"Well, anyway, I imagined all this and thought, 'What the heck. I deserve some harmless fun.' But then I really tried to check everything out with this woman I'd just met a few minutes earlier — to make sure everything was safe, that nothing bad would happen, that I wouldn't end up on the ten o'clock news as a sex pervert, you know?"

Dr. Reilly leaned back on her heels as she considered this audience member.

"Well, it's a little weird that you'd worry about that but you're okay talking about it now on a show that's aired on cable across the country."

"Good point," Sam murmured to Deidre.

"That's just it, Dr. Reilly. I went to that party and understood something about myself. I looked at the guys, and I liked it. It made me feel, I don't know . . . empowered somehow? Like, 'Hey! This is a normal thing for a heterosexual woman to enjoy seeing naked men.'"

Several people in the audience shouted, "Yeah!"

The woman continued. "It was this big realization, and it was like a big weight dropped off of me."

"What do you mean?" Dr. Reilly asked.

Sam noticed several of the women on stage nodding their heads in understanding about what Dr. Reilly's interviewee was saying.

"I don't know exactly how to describe it, but it was like I was suddenly, you know, more human, more natural, more at ease with myself. It was just great!"

The woman was smiling broadly, then added quickly, "So whereas before I would've worried about what my friends or co-workers might think if they knew I'd gone to this party, after my realization, I'm like, 'They know I eat. They know I sleep. They know I brush my teeth. Them knowing I enjoy looking at naked men is just as natural a part of me being a woman as eating or sleeping, or anything else."

"And your husband?" Dr. Reilly asked.

"I told him about it when I got home."

The audience reaction was mixed. Some gasped. Some laughed. Some applauded.

"I'll be honest and say it caused an argument, but it also started a conversation. Things were pretty tense for a couple of days as he processed things, but then we started talking in ways we never had about our own, personal views about sex and marriage and our sex drives, what we fantasize about, stuff like that."

Deidre leaned into Sam's shoulder. "Sounds a little familiar, babe," she whispered. "Like what we just did a few minutes ago in our own conversation."

"You're right," he whispered back.

"And what has this meant for you and your husband?" Dr. Reilly asked Tina.

"Only good things!" Tina enthused. "It kind of jump-started our lovemaking, you know? I mean, we do it more frequently now, in spite of the fact it sometimes takes a lot of work to schedule things, what with the kids and all. We would've used kids and schedules and being too tired as excuses before."

"So let me understand," Dr. Reilly said. "This has meant better and more frequent sex for the two of you?"

"Definitely," Tina replied. "And since this happened, Manny has encouraged me to find porn vids I'd like to watch when we have our 'private movie nights,' as we call them — which, incidentally, we have more frequently now."

"So that's something interesting given our topic today," Dr. Reilly said, looking first at Tina then to her studio audience. "You're saying that being more open with your husband about your sex drive and your preferences about the naked male actors you like to see has been a good thing between you?"

Tina laughed. "Oh, yes! I get a lot more orgasms these days, and Manny now knows how much I enjoy seeing a really good-looking, firm and toned naked male butt. He's even started back with his workouts, telling me he spends a little extra time doing squats because he wants his butt to look nice and sexy for me."

Deidre whispered quickly to Sam: "Seems this CFNM stuff is turning out to be a good thing for everybody." She squeezed his thigh in that certain way, sending the message between them that was her code that she wanted some cuddling and probably more as soon as they were able to be alone.

"Tina," Dr. Reilly said, putting her hand briefly on Tina's forearm, "stay right here. You seem comfortable enough talking about this that you'll be able to share with us which of our next guests has the best butt for your personal preferences!"

The host's words were the cue for all the house lights to come up fully as four men dressed only in G-strings marched on stage in single file before breaking rank to gyrate and undulate to the music as male strippers do. The audience went wild, jumping immediately to its feet, hooting and hollering, and in general giving every rowdy appreciation possible for the nearly naked male eye candy now on stage.

The party atmosphere continued for at least a couple of minutes as two camera operators with shoulder-mounted cameras scurried around and behind the men, broadcasting point-of-view video onto the large screen at the back of the stage.

Some of the shots were of the guys turning their backsides to the camera and shimmying their firm glutes provocatively.

"That one!" Tina said loudly to Dr. Reilly to be overheard amidst the general raucousness in the audience. "The one in the green G-string. He's the one whose butt I like best."

"I have to agree," Deidre said to Sam, grinning. "That butt just begs to be grabbed and fondled."

"But you'd never do it, right?"

"Only in my imagination, Sam," she replied. "And then I'd want to grab your butt and then do a whole lot more!"

She pulled him close and embraced him, kissing him and hugging him tightly as they stood among the audience which had been on its feet since the first instant the male dancers came on stage.

Ricky Donnelly and Dr. Reilly worked for a full minute to bring things under control enough for the show to resume in at least some degree of normality.

The men stood on stage grinning, waving to the audience when some woman shouted out something like, "Hot stuff!" or "Oooh, sweet!" — something that happened frequently. Dr. Reilly approached them as they stood in line on stage facing the audience.

The four women from the video along with the documentarians still seated on stage behind the men were enjoying the view. They were grinning and whispering among themselves as they scrutinized the line-up of sexy male backsides on display in front of them.

"First, what's your name?" Dr. Reilly asked the guy at the end of the line, a lean Asian man who had the body of a kung-fu action picture star.

"Andrew," he answered, leaning slightly toward her hand-held mic.

"So, Andrew, what's your take on CFNM? Do you feel it objectifies you?"

"To tell the truth," he answered, "it's great knowing women like to look at me. And I don't feel objectified because nothing about me is diminished because I have a sexy body women want to see."

That brought whoops and hollers from the audience, which had finally settled back into their seats.

"And if a woman only thought about you in a sexual way, only wanted to see your body in order to satisfy her own purely sexual desires, you wouldn't feel like that dehumanizes or demeans you?"

Andrew grinned. "When I'm nearly naked in front of a group of women, I know it's because they want to ogle me, to have sexy thoughts about my body. I don't feel objectified by that. It's kind of like this agreement where I realize what the ladies are doing, and I'm fine with being the picture that helps them do that."
"And by 'doing that,'" Dr. Reilly said, "you mean, 'having sexy thoughts, getting sexually aroused, even eventually masturbating to the thought of your body?"

Andrew looked at her in mock surprise. "Of course! What guy wouldn't like for women to be turned on by him and masturbate to thoughts of his naked body?"

The other strippers all shook their heads in agreement.

Dr. Reilly pressed her point, though.

"But if a woman wanted to be with you only long enough to get you naked, play with you for her own enjoyment, and then move on to some other guy whose body she likes?"

It was Glenn, the black stripper, who answered that question.

"We're not saying that wouldn't be an issue if we were intrigued enough by the woman to want to get to know her, maybe have an extended relationship with her. Sure, being used by a woman for sex isn't cool, but displaying our bodies for women to fantasize about, well, that's different, and we don't see anything wrong with it or we wouldn't be doing what we do."

"So maybe that's the line," Dr. Reilly said, turning to the camera. "What we're learning today about CFNM, Clothed Female Naked Male, is that it's natural for women to enjoy seeing naked men, that doing so can trigger sexual fantasies and subsequent activity, either masturbation or sex play with their partners — or both — and that the men who agree to be naked for women, whether in videos or pictures or at CFNM activities and events, do so knowing full well this is what happens."

She paused and turned toward a different camera. "And that this is all okay as long as a couple of boundaries are in place."

Sam glanced at Deidre at this point, noticing the grin on her face as her gaze darted from one man to the next on stage.

"Enjoying the view?" he asked softly, teasing her.

"Shhh," she whispered. "I'm just being an attentive audience member."

But she cut him a quick glance and a grin.

Dr. Reilly, now taking the tone of an academic, continued her summation about CFNM boundaries. "First, there is a limit about touching. One husband has told us that's a pretty strict limit for him and that he imagines it's the case for most husbands. Second, the form of male sexual objectification that 'isn't cool,' as one of our handsome men on stage has told us, is if a woman wants to get a guy naked just for a sexual encounter, have sex with him, then drop him immediately, even if he's interested in continuing the relationship."

Upon hearing Point Number Two, murmurs in the audience started. Quickly it became apparent there was a widespread undercurrent rippling around the studio, something the host expected.

Dr. Reilly was prepared, and directed a question at the men.

"Being used just for sex and then dropped like a hot rock to move on to another sex partner who has a sexy body," she said. Pausing to look at each of the guys in the line on stage, she then said, "Gentlemen, does that sound familiar?"

It was Connor, the stripper with brown hair but blue eyes and the most muscular, yet still proportionate and very sexy body, who responded.

He knew how to play to the crowd.

"I've really learned my lesson on that, Dr. Reilly," he said. "I work out and work hard to have a great body, and I enjoy showing it off for ladies, and, yeah — I know doing it puts sexy ideas in a lot of women's heads. But there have been a couple of times when it's been so clear that I was simply being used by a woman for sex, and it doesn't feel good at all. I would never do that to a woman."

"About time!" a woman in the audience shouted, and scattered applause emphasized many women's thoughts in the studio.

"So the shoe was on the other foot, and you found out what it's like when a man does this to a woman?" Dr. Reilly asked,

Connor was sharp. He continued playing to the audience.

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, adopting a look of contrition that, if not 100% sincere, carried enough context to appeal to some of the ladies in the crowd.

"Maybe we'll have you back on a future show to talk about that," Dr. Reilly said, turning toward the audience. "But with CFNM as the topic of today's show, we're focused on the idea that lots of women like to see men naked, seek out ways to do that, and suffer no guilt about the sexual pleasure they take as they enjoy male nudity."

"That's exactly what we've been finding as we've talked to women for our documentary," said Britt from behind the men. They turned their shoulders to see her and acknowledge her comment, stepping a little to the side as Dr. Reilly moved back to center stage while Britt continued.

"The line for most women seems to be actual physical contact, including sexual contact and intercourse. Anything short of that, even being in the physical presence of naked men but without touching them, is enjoyable and natural without concerns about doing something wrong."

Jade then continued Britt's explanation. "Another thing we've found is that in most societies with outright or implicit inequality of the sexes, where it's always the women who are disadvantaged, enjoying naked men is empowering for women, a kind of equalizer that lets them accept their own natural sex drives without worrying about whether it's so-called normal or not," she said, finishing with air quotes around the word, "normal."

"So what you've found in doing your documentary is that lots of women absolutely like looking at naked men, find ways to do it whenever they want, and don't think there's anything wrong with it?" Dr. Reilly asked.

"Totally," said Elizabeth, jumping into the conversation from her seat on stage. "Just like I said in the documentary, I lo-o-o-ve looking at naked guys," she said enthusiastically, emphasizing just how much she did enjoy it. "And I don't feel any guilt at all about it, and I look forward to seeing lots of guys naked because I know I'll enjoy it, it'll get me sexually aroused, and I deserve that, you know?"

Applause from the audience.

"You're what used to be called a 'liberated young woman," Dr. Reilly said, "though that's not a term heard very often anymore."

"Definitely," Elizabeth replied. "I'm so liberated, Dr. Reilly that, I'd just love to see all these guys strip out of their G-strings so we can see them totally naked!"

Elizabeth's comment was obviously a pre-arranged cue for what happened next.

Pandemonium erupted in the studio. The guys all shucked their G-strings. The audience jumped to its feet to see. The men pranced and preened on stage for the women connected to the documentary. Then the strippers turned to the audience to flaunt their cocks, all of which were handsome and appealing and obviously sexual equipment that could grow to respectable lengths.

Ricky Donnelly was shouting in mock exasperation: "The censors! The censors! It'll cost us a fortune to pixelate this!"

But he was grinning as he shouted.

Deidre was laughing and clapping at the spectacle along with the audience, and Sam was standing next to her — remaining seated just wasn't an option for anyone in the audience.

"Ricky!" Dr. Reilly yelled over the commotion. "Get these naughty men out of here!"

But there wasn't any anger in her tone.

The crowd booed as the guys, also obviously prepared in advance for this, quickly picked up their G-strings, held their hands in front of their crotches, and rushed out of the studio.

Dr. Reilly quickly regained control, crossing back and forth across the front of the stage, gesturing for everyone to settle down.

"Somehow I knew that was going to happen," she said, shaking her head.

The audience applauded enthusiastically.

"You've been a wonderful audience," she said as she wrapped up the taping. "And because you have, if each of you will reach under your seats, you'll find an envelope taped there in which two tickets to this informative documentary can be found for you and someone of your choice to view our guests' film. It has just opened at a local art theater here in San Francisco."

The show's theme music began playing as Dr. Reilly waved to the audience before turning to the camera to say, "Thank you for joining us to learn more about CFNM — Clothed Female Naked Male."

Excited chatter continued among audience members as they began filing out of the studio. Holding up the envelope she had pulled from under her seat, Deidre said to Sam, "Guess we know what we'll be doing in San Francisco later tonight, huh?"

"I kind of thought you'd want to go," Sam replied. "There'll probably be some more good-looking naked men to ogle."

"Let's hope!" Deidre said, laughing.

"And that's fine by me," Sam answered. "This has been one helluva a lesson this afternoon for me, Deidre," he said. "I wouldn't have believed it only two hours ago, but I'm totally happy that my beautiful wife likes to look at naked men, and I'm happy to help her do it."

Then he leaned close to her ear and finished his thought: "Because I know it gets her wet and horny and eager for us to have sex!"

"Absolutely," Deidre said, pulling Sam up behind her as they climbed the steps to the studio exit. She waited for him to reach the step she was standing on and then whispered in his ear, "When I see naked men and enjoy their sexy bodies and tight butts and their nice cocks, it means you're going to get some nice benefits as a result! It means I'm eager to be with the naked man I love."

Sam grinned, then whispered in her ear as he jostled the two of them through the exit and out onto the sidewalk in front of the studio: "Well, you just saw some naked guys, right? How about we head right back to the hotel?"

"Love it!" Deidre replied, giggling. "But what time does the documentary show this evening? Let's go to the theater now to buy reserved seats ahead of time," she said. "With all these people in the audience getting free tickets, the screening tonight may be packed."

***

It was a packed house for the documentary.

Having been at the Dr. Reilly show taping earlier in the day, Deidre and Sam were very interested in the film, noting the segments they'd seen earlier at the taping. The full documentary, though, made even clearer the undeniable truth about women's sex drives, about the enjoyment and sexual pleasure women take in seeing naked men, and about the range of ways women indulged that enjoyment.

Deidre liked the many segments showing naked men.

"He reminds me of one of the guys we often see in pornos," she whispered to Sam at one point, indicating with a nod toward the screen the nude man who was leaning against the counter in the kitchen of his home, naked as he held a mug of hot coffee. He was talking about his exhibitionistic streak and that he hoped the women viewing the documentary enjoyed his body as much as he enjoyed showing it to them.

Then he set down the mug and dropped one hand casually to his cock. With a wink, he began stroking it, taking only a few moments to bring himself to full erection. The he blew a kiss to the camera and turned to walk away, the camera, of course, following for several steps to capture the entrancing sight of his firm glutes in motion.

Sam liked hearing the many women in the film talking enthusiastically about how seeing naked guys or fantasizing about naked guys was fun, thinking it was exciting, sexually arousing, and something they took pleasure in and said they did frequently simply because it was natural and they liked the way it turned them on.

But the segments showing the CFNM parties, with naked guys on display for the women, sparked the most whispering between Deidre and Sam during the documentary.

"Would you ever go to such a party?" Sam asked, not taking his eyes off the screen as he watched the women watching the nude men at one such party shown in the documentary.

"Are you kidding?" Deidre replied, her gaze also riveted to the screen and its display of naked men talking with the women and turning around on command so the ladies could look at their bodies from every angle. "It looks like great fun, but I couldn't last long in such a place, babe. I'd be so horny that I'd have to get home to you because my panties would be soaked and I'd want you to work your magic on my pussy with your tongue and mouth."

Sam's cock hardened at his wife's reply.

Yeah, definitely a good thing for Deidre to ogle some naked men every now and then, he thought.

***

It had been several months since their stint as audience members on the Dr. Reilly show, and Deidre and Sam were having a lot of fun with the idea that Deidre liked seeing naked men because it made her horny for Sam.

Sam was devious with that knowledge.

"Here's something you might like," he'd say casually, dropping several pages of full-color print-outs he'd made of a naked guy in various poses. It was ridiculously easy to find such pictures on the internet, and after their trip to San Francisco, Deidre had spent time showing him her favorite guys to look at, whether actors who'd never done a nude scene or anything racy, or a completely nude guy in a series of photos from one of the web sites she visited for dependably handsome and naked men on display.

A couple of times, she responded with, "Meh," but he was usually pretty good at intuiting her "type."

It was a joy to learn her type had a lot in common with the way he looked naked.

But the CFNM revelation hadn't only launched Sam's search for erotic images to fire Deidre's imagination.

Deidre took the initiative, too.

Case in point: today's role play, concocted by Deidre, with Sam happily signing off, knowing the great sex that would follow.

She had moved furniture in their condo to make the den as much of a photographer's studio as room would allow, moving their floor lamps to strategic locations with their shades tilted to direct light to one spot in the room. Their videocamera and tripod were already in place in front of that spot.

Deidre was casual but sexy in a jersey top and a pair of shorts when she told Sam to take his time in the shower — code for, "You can play with your cock, but you cannot come!" — and after his shower to groom as though he were going out on their very first date, looking sharp and sexy but not dressed so formally as to be wearing a tie.

And he was to be ready to undress when she requested it.

When he came out of the bedroom, he was just as she requested.

"Hello, handsome," she purred. "You are such a good-looking man."

In spite of their years together, Sam blushed a little.

It was endearing. Deidre moistened, knowing what was to come.

"I've always wanted a video of you stripping for me," she said, smiling. "I'd love to watch such a video and masturbate while seeing my gorgeous husband get naked."

"But I'm not a stripper," Sam said, nervously toying with the collar on his shirt. "I'll look silly."

"You could never look silly undressing for me," Deidre replied with a broad smile. "Don't think about stripping. Just think about letting me see each body part that comes into view as you take off your clothes. That's all you have to do."

She strode eagerly to the tripod and released the videocamera to take it in her hand so she could move into videographer mode and roam around Sam as he undressed for her.

But she started by standing next to him, flipping the camera screen around so it became a selfie-camera shot, and held it at arm's length. Dissatisfied with the framing, she dropped her arm, fiddled quickly to set the zoom for a better shot, then raised her arm back to hold the camera in selfie position.

"It's December third, 2016," she said, watching the little flip-out screen on the camera to see herself leaning against her slightly nervous husband. "And Sam's going to strip for me, and I'm going to videorecord all the sexy action!"

Though it was difficult to keep the camera positioned for the kiss she wanted to capture on the recording, she somehow managed it as she leaned her face up to kiss Sam on the cheek.

Quickly moving away from him and flipping the screen around to return to normal videographer mode, Deidre kept the camera trained on Sam as she moved to one of the small tables she'd pushed up against the wall to make room for the video shoot in their makeshift studio. She picked up the remote there and pressed the button that started the smooth jazz recording cued up on their stereo system.

Sam's willingness to play along was helped by knowing what would follow: Deidre horny and himself worked up, too, with both of them rushing to the bedroom to fuck like bunnies until they both had come and they were happy, satisfied, and utterly spent.

The way things would play out would surprise him, though . . .

Deidre punctuated the soundtrack often with comments like, "You are so hot, Sam!" or, "Oh, I love that sexy chest," or, "Let me see that muscular back, baby!" or even just, "Mmmmm," and, "Oh, yeah."

When Sam was completely nude, Deidre said from behind the camera, "Beautiful. Just beautiful," and she zoomed in from her position several feet in front of him to track the camera's gaze slowly up and down his entire body. She framed the footage as a slow, lingering look starting at his ankles and then traveling leisurely up his naked frame, lingering at his cock and balls to zoom out for a full shot of him and then back in as she resumed traveling the close-up visual across his abdomen, saying, "Love your six-pack, babe," before moving the shot up his chest and finally ending with the camera trained on his embarrassed grin in what was essentially a video headshot.

Leaning her head out from behind the camera to look at her husband, Deidre said, "You know how much I love seeing a man's gorgeous, tight, firm, naked butt."

With a sly smile, she went back to videographer mode behind the camera.

"You're the director," Sam said simply, turning his backside to the camera.

"Oooh, very, very sweet," Deidre giggled, panning the camera's gaze up and down Sam's sexy body. "I just love your butt!"

In response, Sam looked back over his shoulder at her and said, "I love that you love it." He turned his head back around, leaned forward just a bit to arch his back, and wiggled his ass for her.

Deidre exaggerated her intake of breath so Sam could hear. "Oh, god, that is sexy! Let me get this shot! Let me get this shot!" she exclaimed, for effect.

Emboldened, Sam continued his shameless display. He braced himself by stiff-arming his knees as he leaned farther forward to put his butt on display even more for her.

"Yeah, Sam. I like it! I like it! Your ass is so sexy like that!"

Was she exaggerating now for Sam's benefit?

Deidre didn't know.

It was a really sexy display. She really did like it.

"Why haven't you ever done this for me before?" she asked, slowly moving to different spots in the room to get a variety of angles of Sam's naked glutes on display for her.

"You mean, 'Why haven't I been a show-off with my ass for you?'" he teased.

"No, Sam," she answered, all the while having the camera capture every twitch and flex and sensuous motion Sam was teasing her with. "I mean, why haven't you thought of telling me you wanted to show me this incredibly sexy sight? You are turning me on like this!"

Sam grinned, though he knew Deidre couldn't see it. He continued arching his back and presenting his naked butt for her camera.

Deidre moved to the tripod and quickly placed the camera back on it, telling Sam to stay in place and continue to put on his show for her. Satisfied the framing for the shot had Sam in full profile from behind, she zoomed out just a bit, then stepped from behind the camera to gaze with the unobstructed view of an observer not seeing him through a camera lens.
"Don't you dare move," she said, advancing toward him. "I wasn't planning on this in my personal sexy video, but I have got to get my hands on your gorgeous ass!"

Knowing her position behind him would temporarily block the camera's view of her naked husband's handsome backside, she didn't care. She wanted to grab that ass!

And she did, kneading the firm muscles, the smooth flesh. It was a thrill to feel his muscles flex in her grasp!

Her hands roaming across his cheeks, manipulating them, feeling them, toying with them, Deidre pressed close to Sam and nuzzled her face against the back of his neck, breathing in the scent of him.

"You are my sexy husband, my sexy man, my private male sextoy," she whispered, her nipples hard beneath the layers of her clingy top and bra. "I love seeing you naked. I love seeing you display yourself for me like this. Sam! Why haven't we done this before? You are handsome and sexy and a great mental picture I'll see in my head over and over," she said, releasing her grip on his butt to drag her fingertips sensuously across his rounded glutes, "but showing me everything like this, just to arouse me and get me hot and wet . . . oh, baby, this is turning me on so much!"

She dropped to her knees behind him, circled her arms around him to pull him close, and planted her lips on one firm cheek to kiss him and paint circles on his skin with her tongue.

Surprised, Sam cast a glance over his shoulder to try to see what his wife was doing to him. It wasn't possible, of course, but her wet lips and tongue on his skin verified exactly what was happening.

"Mmmm, yeah," he breathed, spreading his legs a little for better balance.

That, of course, made it easy for Deidre to slip one hand between his legs and close her fist around his cock, which was lengthening rapidly. She continued kissing and nuzzling his naked butt as she toyed and fondled his cock to full erection.

"Oh, god, that feels good," he said, tilting his head back to bask in the pleasure.

Abruptly, Deidre stopped and rose from her knees. She stood beside him and placed her hands on his waist, urging him around to face the camera, his erection bobbing in the process.

"Not only does my handsome husband have a sexy ass that I can't keep my hands off of," she said smiling into the camera, "he has a sexy cock, too!" She looked at the camera and reached one hand to Sam's stiff dick to fondle it.

Sam was playing along.

This is great! he thought, grinning.

Releasing his cock and talking to the camera, Deidre said, "Stay right there, at attention!" she giggled looking from the camera to Sam to let her gaze drop to his throbbing cock pointed to the ceiling.

Puzzled, Sam watched her drag one of the straight-backed chairs from the kitchen to a spot behind him.

"Sit," she said, trying to stay out of the way so the camera was capturing mostly Sam and as little of her as possible. She disappeared momentarily into the kitchen then came back with a big grin, her hands behind her as she walked to stand behind him as he was seated with his erection pointing up, his legs spread a little bit to be in a position that made things more comfortable for a naked male with an erection on display.

Now back into the camera's frame as she stood behind him, Deidre leaned over to put her mouth close to his ear while looking into the camera, and drew one hand out from behind her.

"I just love stroking my husband's cock," she said looking into the camera as she closed her hand, slick with cool lotion, around Sam's stiff shaft. "I love seeing it, toying with it, tasting it, everything," she said sexily as she worked her hand up and down the length of his dick.

His eyes closed while his wife masturbated him, Sam was enjoying this role play immensely.

He hoped it was going to be a video Deidre wanted to watch . . . a lot!

"But what I've always wanted to see," she said, releasing his cock to straighten as she continued speaking to the camera, "is my handsome, naked husband, his cock stiff and hard and throbbing, masturbate for me until he comes."

With that, she drew the other hand from behind her, the bottle of lube in it, the top already popped and at the ready for what she did next.

Taking his right hand, she turned his palm upward and squirted some lube into it, then smeared it around while squeezing a little more onto his palm.

Closing the lid and placing the bottle on the carpet beside the chair, she moved from behind him to stand in front of him — even if it blocked the camera, as she knew it did — and leaned forward to kiss him while she stroked his cock again before breaking the kiss to look into his eyes.

"Baby, you have no idea how wet I am, how much I want you, how hot and sexy you are for me right now," she breathed. "Let me see you masturbate for me, and I want you to come while I get every single second on video so I can watch it over and over."

Her words had an electric effect on Sam — it was hands-down the sexiest thing she had ever said to him.

He was desperate to please her.

And he was just as desperate to please himself, to stroke his cock to an orgasm just as she requested.

The sexy scenario his wife had orchestrated was now demanding the release she wanted to capture in her private video.

Sam closed his fist around his cock and began stroking, adjusting in the seat to open himself even more to the camera lens, knowing that's what Deidre wanted.

Checking again to ensure that Sam's private show for her was framed well on the little screen of the video camera, Deidre then moved silently to a chair behind and to the side of the camera, not wanting to disturb even a second of her sexy husband's masturbatory display.

From her position, she was able to see everything.

It was thrilling!

She knew he was thinking about her, about doing this for her, about her hand on his cock a few moments earlier, about her lips pressed against his taut backside a few moments before that.

He was completely naked, stroking his cock, and he was going to come for her while he was thinking about her.

Deidre was very, very wet.

The thought she would get to see this on video whenever she wanted was devilishly satisfying, and Deidre slid her hand inside the waistband of her shorts, then lower inside the thin fabric of her moist panties to find her clit with her fingertip. Her little nub was engorged and erect, begging for attention.

Sam's eyes were closed, his face scrunched into that pre-come expression she sometimes saw on the rare occasion she wasn't herself making the same kind of face as she approached climax when they were making love.

Seeing him seated, completely naked, on glorious display for her as he masturbated was incredibly arousing.

She manipulated her slick clit in just the right way, entranced by the scene before her. Deidre was oblivious to anything except the pure lust she was experiencing while watching the very private, very explicit, very arousing shared intimacy Sam was inviting her to observe.

As he neared ejaculation, Sam opened his eyes briefly to see Deidre's gaze transfixed on him, her hand in her panties as she herself masturbated during this crazy role play that had him as the naked male on display for his lady's lustful thoughts.

It was a true CFNM experience in spite of the fact the clothed female — his wife — was so excited she was working her clit vigorously under shorts and panties, thereby remaining the clothed female even though she was finger-to-clit busy in her own masturbation.

Seeing Deidre watching him as she masturbated tipped Sam over the edge. He leaned back in the chair, temporarily raising the front legs a couple inches from the carpet as he teetered, breath held, fist a blur up and down on his cock, the near-purple head now flared and trigger-ready for the inevitable.

With a guttural moan he spurted a rope of cum into the air, the stream falling to his chest and abdomen. Sam gasped in release, dropping the chair back to firm footing as he panted through the final spasms of his orgasm. His hand, slick with a mixture of lube and cum, dropped to his side as he slumped into his seat, chest heaving through two deep breaths as he inched back down from his orgasmic high..

A few seconds later Deidre had her own satisfying orgasm, jerking her hand from inside her panties as she came in order to hug herself through the final waves of release.

Sam was content to remain in his seat, recovering, as Deidre experienced her post-come shiver. She opened her eyes, still panting slightly, and grinned.

Rising from her seat, she walked to the camera to push the 'stop' button.

"You were great, babe!" she said, taking the few steps to reach her naked man. Sam's chest and abs were wet with his cum, some of it dripping slowly toward his groin. Leaning forward to kiss him, she dragged one fingertip through the trail of cum on his chest. "And you know how much your show made me want to taste you," Deidre said before she slipped the fingertip between her lips and sucked it clean.

"I liked seeing you come," Sam said, sitting up straight in his chair. "You know that now you're going to have to strip and masturbate for me while I record you, right?"

"Silly man," Deidre answered with a grin. "On CFNM night, it's always the guy who's naked, remember?"

"I didn't mean right now," he said, standing to embrace her. "Because right now, I'm going to give you another orgasm."

Sam picked Deidre up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

"CFNM officially over," she whispered as he carried her to their bed. "It's time for both of us to be naked."
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