I think I was the first to disrobe.
The beer and wine had been flowing for a couple of hours, and we were enjoying a whole pile of Lou Watters traditional jazz recordings. It was a hot summer evening (with no air conditioning) so it was an easy thing to shed the clothing.
Immediately, Dave (my best friend from the university band) followed suit with discarding his clothing. So that left only my wife remaining fully clothed. I noted that she was getting a bit fidgety, being the only one remaining fully clothed. Thinks I, "I'm guessing that she'll slowly start to remove her clothing....... she has long beautiful legs, so I'm thinking that she'll remove her shorts and panties, rather than removing her blouse and bra".
Sure enough........ off came the "short shorts".
She was content with that, until Dave and I bugged her about needing to remove her panties. Soon, the panties too were discarded.........leaving only the blouse and bra for her to contend with. Interestingly enough, exposing her titty’s for our examination appeared to be considerably more difficult for her, than parading her pussy, had been! That isn't all......... not only did she have to contend with Dave seeing her naked for the first time, but both she and I had to deal with her, "showing her naked body to another man....... for the first time!" But Dave was a gentleman, and somehow, thank goodness, it didn't seem to matter within a few moments.
I noticed with great interest........although Dave and I had alternated dancing with Pat for the remainder of the evening,...all three of us without a stitch of clothing,.... there was not a hint of either cock "standing at attention" when she was in the arms of either one of us. I have no idea of why my cock didn't rise for Pat's nakedness? In retrospect, I believe both of us were always in total awe of Pat's striking, 5' 7", magnificent structure. And now that she stood there naked in front of both of us, I could scarcely breath, never mind getting a hard-on!
(My wife was age 20 - pure pulchritude!)
