Nude Therapy - Phase 05 - CFNM
by luv2custrip

Our hero must work naked.

Okay: it was technically Phase 3 of the Intimacy Portion of the Nudity Project. But this is my fifth story that I've shared with you of those crazy, early naked days... those days when nudity in public and at work was downright shocking. I was right there in the middle of it all, from the very beginning...

Anne rushed in, a little late as usual. It was Monday, our first day back to work after our honeymoon at an All Nude Caribbean resort. That whole island country had basically gone nudist in response to America's sudden obsession with all things au natural. We got home late on Saturday night and yes, I was dressed by then and I also wore clothes on Sunday.

Why am I emphasizing the common habit of wearing clothes? Because I was eating my morning bagel and drinking my morning coffee stark naked-- and I was going into work that way. This Monday, my company was experimenting with Phase 3 Nudity: Clothed Females, Naked Males. Why was I going through with this insanity? Because I needed my job and because the prospect of working nude and being teased and groped by women all day was exciting.

Anne was wearing a pretty little sundress that showed off her incredibly long bare legs. She was carrying one of those Certified Nude totes. The logo was a big "C. N" in which the big dot between the letters was the head of a nude female figure, like you see on ladies room doors. Although, this was no stick figure! This caricature of a naked lady had big breasts and was standing with hands on her hips and her legs rudely open.

Anne stared at me and frowned. She looked amazing as usual: short dark brown hair, a cute little pixie face, and a lingerie model's body and legs. I licked my lips as I knew that she had absolutely nothing on under that sundress. She would soon be slipping into flip flops and walking the two blocks north to the closest Certified Nude zone. There, the sundress would come off and go into her tote and her cellphone would come out. She would only enter her Nude Uber if the barcodes matched and the door automatically opened for its next naked passenger.

Anne's company was still in their transition period to all-the-time Full Female Nudity called "Naked Monday." There was actually a TV commercial for it: a harried executive is rushing into his office. His secretary is getting up to hand him a note. "Nothing makes Mondays better" states the voiceover "than remembering it's Naked Monday." The camera cuts to behind her desk to show that this pretty professional is totally bare-ass above her sexy high heels. The harried exec is now grinning from ear to ear.

There's a framed color photo in our hallway that I can see from the table. Supposed to be one of the first Naked Mondays and a lucky photographer was there to capture the ladies as they walked out gloriously nude for the very first time. Seven or eight lovely ladies; most are trying to be brave with big scared wide eyes and plastered-on little smiles. Though, one unabashed hottie spotted the photographer and is starting to lift up her sweet tits for him. Yet another girl has her hands up over her face.

But what gets to me is a guy standing up and applauding to the left. He looks so goddamned happy that I swear he has tears in his eyes. That's the way I feel: we've always loved working with women, but now that they're naked we can show them our love all day and they definitely have all of our undivided attention.

"You're not walking out like that, are you?" Anne was impatiently waiting for the Keurig to fill her travel mug. It was funny: that was a line that wives have used on their husbands ever since Mrs. Lincoln criticized what Old Abe was wearing to the theater that night.

"It's only two short blocks to the Zone. And look at my legs-- long and fast."

Anne shook her head and glanced at her watch. "You could still get in trouble on those two short blocks." She paused. "You're loving this, aren't you. You want somebody to see you naked." She glanced at my lap and she didn't need a lie detector. Silly thing gave us guys away every time.

"Well... I was gonna say 'suit yourself,' but..."

She bent down and kissed me and gave my stubbornly hard member a little love tap.

"I've got to run. Please tell me you at least have shorts and a tee in that bag."

I gave her a thumbs up as she ran out the door, already summoning her Nude Uber.

I followed her out in a few minutes. I slipped into my flip flops at the door, dropped my keys and phone into the handy tote pockets-- and stepped outside my townhouse, naked.

I had of course been nude outside before-- my entire honeymoon, I didn't wear a thing for six nights and seven days. But this was way different: anyone could see me, and this was still technically illegal.

I was breathing hard and my penis was rather reluctantly softening. I could see the Certified Nude zone only three hundred feet ahead. Yes! There was a naked female jogger, wearing nothing but sneakers and socks and an open-shelf jogging bra. She was a real cutie-- probably eighteen or nineteen, a college coed from the university that was only a mile or so farther up the road.

"Well! David! Haven't you umm... forgotten something?!"

I stopped dead and turned. It was my sixty-something neighbor, Mrs. Murray, out walking her pug, Maxwell Smart.

Max was looking at me strangely. Mrs. Murray-- Lorraine explained: "He's not used to seeing you this way; nor am I! Oh my goodness! Who knew what you had packed away under those tight little shorts of yours?!"

I was... what?! Do all women get this way when they have a naked man in their sights? I really think they're worse than us guys!

I stammered and blushed as I tried to explain Phase Three at work; how it was our turn to work naked.

"Makes me wish I was still gainfully employed," she laughed. "Although, with this body, I don't know about me going all bare!"

Lorraine had dyed blonde shoulder length hair that she had let go gray and silver. She still had a pretty, mischievous face. Her body had gotten a bit thick as in many older ladies: her bust waist and hips all seemed to have merged into one unit.

"I really have to run," I said, trying to escape. "I'm really sorry about this..."

"Oh, don't be sorry at all! You just made my day, week, month, year..." Her eyes were twinkling as she thoroughly examined my naked form. She did have a pretty face and her DD+ bust-line was still impressive.

"Just do me a slow turn before you go; let me see the boy."

I couldn't believe it but I sighed and did what I was told. It was gonna be like this all day at work; might as well get used to it!

When I turned back to face her again, my penis took this as an occasion to get happy. I was at half-mast and rising.

"Oh my!" Mrs. Murray was whispering as she looked around, then back at my cock. "Step behind these bushes, you poor man! At least until you get control of yourself!"

I tried to protest but then she put an arm around my waist as her hand dropped to my bare butt and I was practically pushed. Poor Maxwell ended up with his leash all wrapped around a fire hydrant. He let out a puzzled bark: why was his owner taking ME for a walk?

Once behind the bushes, Lorraine made a big show of looking all around. "I heard that if you give it and the boys a squeeze, it goes back down."

I couldn't process what she was trying to say. Then Lorraine's manicured hand was between my legs, cupping my balls and squeezing my cock and my scrotum together.

I gasped.

She was looking right into my eyes. "Just relax while I squeeze these bad boys a little more..."

Wow! At first I was so hard although she really was applying the pressure. I looked more closely at that sweet face, those smiling eyes, then down at her breasts. She would have years of experience under her belt in pleasing men...

I had nowhere else to put my hands, so I placed them lightly on her hips, drawing her closer.

"Naughty boy," she whispered, as she squeezed even harder. We both looked down. There was a big drop of pre-cum oozing out. It seemed to hang suspended, then it fell onto her fingers. I tried to apologize.

"Sshh... sshh..." she cooed. "Not only was that perfectly natural, I am thrilled that that particular drop of your love was for an old lady like me. I am going to happily lick you off my fingers after you're gone."

We looked back into each others eyes. I felt so strangely close to her then-- we had just shared such a moment of sexual intimacy.

She squeezed harder and kept murmuring "Relax, relax, relax. Such a big boy, but now you're safe in my hand."

Then Mrs. Murray, my three doors down sixty-something neighbor, finally and reluctantly let go of my now softened penis.

"See? There you go." She patted my ass."Anytime you need help with things like that, just let me know!" She winked. "Of all the wickedness I could have gotten into with a beautiful naked young man after all these years-- and I go and make him soft!"

I kissed her cheek as I sprinted away from her. She turned quickly and tried to make it lips on lips but I was just too fast.

"Oh my god you even look good leaving!" she called out to my bobbing bare ass.

Holy shit! How could I ever face that woman again? She would occasionally ask me over to help her with something-- what if she now expected me to be her naked handyman?

I sent for my Nude Uber and I was so lucky it was just around the block. I held up my phone as we matched bar codes and the passenger door slid open and I slid in.

The naked driver was looking at me in her mirror. Over 75% of all Nude Uber drivers were female, and all women were required to be as naked as their passengers. They were in what amounted to an ultra-secure, sealed driver's bubble. There were cameras on both of us-- someone was monitoring us live.

My nude driver was a dark-haired petite little number with tiny poky tits-- all I could see from my vantage point.

"I don't get many naked guys this time of day," she observed, with a light Spanish accent.

"Do you get many at all?" I enquired.

She shrugged her bare shoulders. "Certain guys who go to certain clubs. You know, once they heard all the girls were getting naked, they said 'so can we!'"

We smiled at each other in the mirror. "So... what is the occasion?" she asked.

I explained it all over again. My second lady in ten minutes who wondered why I was wandering around with no clothes on.

"Oh my!" she laughed. "You are going to have fun today, but I bet the ladies will have even more fun. They've been storing it up you know; putting up with being stared at naked and felt up all day. Now it's your turn!"

I had to smile into the mirror but then I turned away. If my older neighbor's reaction was any kind of precedent, today was going to be... interesting.

I'd completely forgotten that Nude Ubers had to let their passengers off in front of our building; I was so used to the parking garage. This was not a C. N. zone. I gingerly climbed out and had about fifteen feet to go to the glassy, automatic doors. And I was naked.

I didn't look around. I was determined. "Holy shit!" a male voice across the street. "It's a fucking naked guy!"

"Should we still get a video?" another male voice.

"Nah," said original voice, dismissing me. "He's not showing his stuff, so how many hits would that ass get?"

Hey! I was offended. A very nice lady just told me I had a great ass.

As I strode to the elevators, I caught the eye of the security guard behind the front desk. He was staring, trying to figure me out. Then, in about three seconds a look of realization crossed his face and he gave me a thumbs up. It was to say 'it's our turn to be naked? Enjoy it!" I sincerely echoed the intent behind that sentiment.

As I rode the elevator up alone, I found myself a little worried about the reception I would get from our normally nude receptionist. Barb was a forty-nine-year-old bundle of pure muscle from countless leg lifts and bench presses. Okay, she scared me!

I turned the corner up on our floor not knowing what to expect. Ella, my boss, had teased that the female employees would be dressed to impress... well, they'd be dressed to keep us guys hard!

Nothing could have prepared me-- Barb had on a skimpy black dominatrix outfit-- a black cap with visor, a black open shelf bra with her nipples painted black, long black leather gloves with open black-nailed fingers, and a convenient whip on her desk. Oh my! And I hadn't even seen her below the waist...

She stood up. Holy...

Barb had on black stockings attached to black garters that framed her leather, open vulva thong. Her inner lips were rudely sticking out, and I wondered if she routinely pulled on them to keep up that effect.

Of course I had seen Barb nude before. Every Friday I would take on about five female employees who would enter my office nude, one by one, and take turns easing their open cunts down onto my throbbing cock. It was wonderful having the girl do all the work to keep me hard: a squeeze of their internal muscles, a naughty bounce up and down, while all I did was lie back and play with each new pair of tits.

This was different. Barb grabbed her whip and came around the low wall in front of her reception desk. "Flip-flops off," she barked, "no clothes allowed AT ALL!"

I did as I was told and she kicked them away. "Hands on your head, legs spread and slowly turn for me." When I had done a 180, she ran the whip against my ass crack and then gave me a smack with her hand. Fully turned around, I was hard as hell and turning red.

But Barb was grinning. "Good reaction! You missed our meeting Friday; just remember to keep that big guy hard all day. We will be insulted if you get soft and you will be punished." She opened my tote which I had dropped on the floor and pulled out my shorts and tee. "I'm confiscating these; you'll get them back when you leave." Then she dropped in one of those travel-sized baby oil bottles. "These are already warmed. You'll find fresh ones throughout the office all day in case you need extra lubrication."

"Okay, drop your hands and hold out your dick." Barb was bending close, hands on her knees. "Balls too-- lift 'em high!" She reached forward and touched a finger to my hole. Another drop of pre-cum appeared. Barb dipped her finger into it, sniffed it and then tasted it.

"You haven't had sex today, right?"

I shook my head, afraid to speak.

Barb reached down and pushed my hands away and became the second woman in the last hour to cup my testicles in her hand. "Nice and hard," she observed. "I'll bet you deliver quite a load." She looked around, stood up and whispered: "I'm selecting one guy to give me a really good fuck before we all go home. You're only my fourth candidate so far, but I will keep your beautiful cock in mind!"

Just when I thought we were done she attached a white plastic collar around my neck. It had a lanyard dangling with a clear plastic pouch intended for a photo badge. I strained to look down and saw that it was stuffed with index cards instead.

Barb pulled one out and casually ran her hand over my chest hair, down to my belly, then gave my penis a little squeeze. She leaned over the reception wall and scribbled something with a company pen. I was taking in that taut, hard-muscled ass of hers.

She turned around and smiled as my cock was pointed skyward. "Good boy! You love momma's hard ass." She slipped the card back into the plastic. "Notes for your next handler," she explained. Barb put her hands back on her knees and then out of nowhere put her mouth around the head of my cock. She swirled her tongue around and made some "Mmmm" sounds.

Barb let me pop out, stood up and licked her lips. "That's how good, hard boys get rewarded. Bad boys..." she reached for her whip, curled it and smacked my ass. "So be good today!" and then she waved me off, dismissively.

I padded down the hallway in a real state of unfulfilled arousal; I guess I would have to get used to that. I rounded the first corner and nearly bumped into Stephen, our straight out-of-college intern. He actually yelped and spun around to face me-- most unusual for one naked guy to another. He was way too late: I saw more than a glimpse of what looked like a Playboy bunny tail sticking out of his ass.

He backed away mumbling things like "Wow this is crazy!" and "Sorry!" I don't make a habit of checking out other guys but there it was. Stephen was short-- maybe 5' 6"-- and I guessed his unimpressive cock was proportional. I'm sure he didn't realize he was doing it, but his hand kept going down there, trying to rub it into a much harder condition.

At last he disappeared. Holy crap! Who would put a bunny-tail butt-plug inside that poor guy! It was only 9:15-- did he dare to walk in on Barb without a hard-on?

I made it to my office deliberately not looking for Tami, my extremely hot and sweet and totally amazing new personal assistant. Of course we had already seen each other nude during her "interview"-- during which we very nearly had full intercourse, which is something like 110% against company policy.

"Company policy;" what would the company think if they found out I had taken the virginity of a sweet college girl two weeks ago Sunday, right here in my office?! She had for some strange reason picked me to be the one, and then company policy as well as any half-baked commitment to remain sort of faithful in some way to Anne flew straight out the same office window.

There was an 8 1/2 by 11 sheet of paper taped to my door: "No hiding out in offices for naked men today-- you are assigned to work in the open sales area. Hard penises must be kept in plain sight!"

I just shook my head. I recognized Ella's block print. I was sure my boss would be along shortly to personally conduct an inspection to make sure that I was actually getting some work done while maintaining an impressive-enough erection.

I strolled determinedly toward my open sales area.

"Aren't you even the least bit curious to see me... to see how I dressed... so to speak... for your special day?"

I stopped dead. It was the sweet, very professional voice of my beyond lovely P. A., twenty-five-year-old, redheaded Tami. Her voice alone would make any man hard.

Her office was right across from mine. I took a deep breath and walked right in, damned penis bobbing up and down. It was good that I had taken the time to breathe...

Tami was standing in front of her desk, providing me with a full view. She had on white stay-on stockings that went almost all the way up to her white thong panties. Oh, and to complete the theme, her high heels were also white. What a contrast to her long red hair, and to her sparkling blue eyes.

Did I mention that she had absolutely nothing on above her tiny waist but a choker of faux pearls around her pretty neck? I had confirmed that her luscious breasts were 32C, they were now rising and falling slightly more than usual-- I had stopped breathing, Tami's breathing was seemingly getting out of control.

"Are you okay?" I went up and put my hands on her bare shoulders. She started to go into full hug mode, then she remembered my current condition.

"Ummm...." Tami tore off a paper towel from a roll on her desk, folded it and handed it to me. "It's embarrassing but, Ella has me all dressed in white--"

"Half-dressed," I corrected.

"Anyway," she continued, "can you just pad a certain something before we hug?"

I understood. I was pointed upward and constantly leaking. I carefully positioned the folded paper between my downstairs head and Tami's bare belly before I hugged her back.

"This is weird, right?" I asked.

"Very," she agreed. "I'm one of the last hired so Ella informed me she would dictate how I dressed. How was your honeymoon?"

"It was hot and we both were naked." I pulled back a little to take in her soft, curvy form as I rubbed her back. "You look snd you feel so goddamned good to me," I breathed out.

"I..." Tami started, then she hugged me so tight that I thought this petite little thing was trying to lift me up and carry me away. She put her head against my shoulder.

"We... have to address the elephant in the room," she informed me.

I looked down toward my crotch. "It's not THAT big, but thank you!"

She grinned and she pretended to punch me. I appreciated that it was only in pretense. I already had enough bruises on my incredibly delicate body.

"The elephant, my dear, is that we very nearly made wild, passionate love just over two weeks ago. We came within minutes of each other, and we both said 'I love you.'"

I sighed. I wasn't prepared for this and I didn't know what to say.

"Every time I see you when I'm naked, I think 'why am I walking around like this in the office when I should be naked in his bed?' I can't... I should... but I just can't get over you. You are so sweet and so smart and so funny and--"

I put a finger to her lips. "If you go on like that, my upstairs head is gonna swell up too!"

"Oh god!" Tami laughed and hugged me tight again. "See what I mean? How am I supposed to stop loving you?!"

I swallowed. "Well, we have a problem..."

Her eyes were bright and unexpectedly sparkling. "Let me take care of it. We'll talk after lunch. I have a solution...

"But tell me more about your honeymoon you idiot before I really punch you!"

*****

Back at my temporary desk, I was happy that the only other nude male employee in my line of sight was Mark, a fifty-ish guy with a salt-n-pepper mustache and a wicked sense of humor.

"How's it hangin', David" he asked. He glanced at my crotch. "Oh-- never mind!"

Mark himself was keeping things on the up and up by watching soft-core porn on his computer. "Hey," he said, "I am not wearing a bunny tail butt plug for the crime of getting soft."

I smiled and shook my head, trying to keep his penis out of my line of vision. We actually did have a lot of work coming up: opening a new West Coast sales office. Today was to be a last day for fun and games.

Speaking of fun and games: everything came to a stop as Ella strolled in. She was wearing an ultra-short, ultra-tight, purple mini dress with matching heels. She also had dynamite legs.

Ella leaned against my desk and struck a pose and we all got instantly harder. I noticed all four of us turned around in our office chairs. We were already trained to display our naked bodies, especially our erections, to any incoming female.

Ella's phone made a 'gong' sound. She grinned as she hiked up her dress: her phone was strapped to her thigh. "9:36," she announced, "and David, you get to undo button number three."

She turned and I saw that tight dress was held on with six oversized buttons in back. Number three exposed the small of her back and I got a glimpse of ass crack.

"My phone is set to gong once an hour at random," Ella announced. "Whoever undoes my last button by 4pm..." she trailed off. "Well, we will both be naked, so use your imagination. We are going to have our way with each one of you, starting at 4. But after that, you get to go home early... if you fully cooperate."

She started to head back to her office but stopped and glanced at Mark's screen. "You have quite the boner over last year's sales projections... go back to your porn-- the boss is leaving."

Wow.

I was trying to get some work done through all the distractions. We really had a tight schedule for our West Coast opening. I opened our shared spreadsheet and was happy to see that my half-dressed P. A. was already in it. I got a special feeling knowing that she was that good, that sexy-- and almost naked and totally in love with me only thirty feet away.

I kept going over the last thing Tami called out to me-- did she say "there'll be a treat at lunch" or "you'll be a treat at lunch?" Her Horniness-- my boss-- had eight naked men to play with... I guessed it was option B.

The time passed. About every hour there would be a group grope. First, we were made to stand up bent over our desks while four girls felt up our asses. They really went to town, using the baby oil to go deep inside. Then there was a balls tickling session-- three different girls made us lean back in our chairs while they teased our ball-sacs mercilessly-- pulling on hairs and even getting down there biting and licking.

After every session the girls would take an index card out from around our necks. They would make a show of thinking for a while then write something down.

I picked 1 pm for lunch and I was already dreading the experience. We usually went out but our clothing had been confiscated and our street was not Certified Nude.

I never saw a sadder sight as the two other naked men in the lunch line with me. Even their bare asses looked downcast. We had two or three middle-age Hispanic ladies who would normally serve the barely-edible hot or cold sandwiches in the nude. Today they had their regular uniforms on and they gleefully laughing and pointing at our erections.

We weren't even allowed to hide our nakedness under a table. Our chairs were all turned away, while eight or nine clothed female employees were talking and laughing and examining us carefully as they ate or simply came in to watch.

I later learned they were "bidding" for the right to make one of us their slave from 4 to 4:30, during which time it was no-holds-barred sex. We men were never allowed to do this when the women were nude but, apparently, we were learning who was really in charge. We still weren't technically allowed to pay anyone for sex without legal problems, so even these playful bids were in the form of giving up paid time off.

Just when I thought the worst was over, Ella walked in. Three buttons in a row were undone now and I could see her entire naked butt hanging out.

She announced that there would be a healthy strawberry treat for the ladies with a choice of a warmed-up topping. Each of us nude men was made to stand up while some of the girls put towels down over our chair seats. Then we sat our asses back down and were told to scoot back.

Three lunch ladies appeared with three pitchers. They stood in front of each man and poured out very warm toppings all over our cocks and our balls. My topping was chocolate, and the first shocking feel of that sweet hot gunk on me stiffened me up nearly uncontrollably.

My other two naked pals had their groins treated with vanilla and strawberry topping. Both of them reacted similarly to me-- I was amazed that none of us lost it right there.

Now there were at least ten female employees lined up for their favorite flavors. They would smush the strawberries into my scrotum, then slowly scoop up the chocolate from the base of my penis to my glans. The giggly lunch ladies would run back and microwave more toppings to drizzle down if our cocks became too bare.

At last, lunch hour was over. We were all about to head off for the men's room when Ella announced there was a "cleanup committee." She was assigned to Stephen, who must have been relieved of his butt plug by now. A sultry brunette in a green bikini knelt down between Gus's legs. I was assigned Greta, Ella's fifty-something secretary.

Greta was the most nude of any of the ladies today. She had a silver chain around her neck with a diamond pendant, silver clips attached to each nipple with the same pendants, and a silver chain around her waist, from which dangled a similar pendant on a shorter chain right over her vulval slit. And that was it.

Greta was overweight and out of shape with drooping oversized breasts and rolls of fat around her lower belly. And yet, the sight of her nude body so close to mine was making my penis throb.

She started off by carefully licking my thighs, then my scrotum. Each cleanup girl also had some warm wet and some dry paper towels when they had their fill. Greta was happily licking my penis up down and sideways as she told me that her clueless husband had no idea how much sex went on in a Full Female Nude office. He thought she was too old fat and ugly to get much male attention.

"I know he's had more than his share of little nudie cuties over the years," she told me. "Well now its my turn to get mine."

I told her sincerely that I didn't care how old she was, or whether or not she was anyone's idea of a "perfect ten," she was a woman who chose to be naked for me and that made me crazy for her.

"That's what I love about you." Greta stood up and stood over me. "You make every woman feel like a naked princess." She leaned down and kissed me and she tasted like a mixture of chocolate and pre-cum. I grabbed her ass and I pulled her closer and I shoved my tongue in deep. Her tittie-clip pendants were hitting my chest and I could feel my own nipples getting hard.

"Hey, hey!" Suddenly Ella was behind poor Greta, pulling my hands off her ass and slapping her ass instead. "If you want him this much, you can bid for him. But we're trying to keep these guys from cumming until then."

Greta stood to one side in a daze, turning red down to her still-quivering tits. Ella grabbed my cock roughly and used some dry paper towels to dry off my copious and apparently non-stop self-lubrication.

"You have to watch yourself with this one: he is insatiable." Ella put her hand on Greta's shoulder as they walked away. She got Greta shaking her head and laughing. Ella looked back at me and gave me such a look-- I wasn't sure if it was a "I want you for myself" look or a "watch it" one.

Aside from Intimate Friday when Ella-- and all the other female employees-- would take turns lowering themselves down on to my cock-- I had never really made love to my boss. I would masturbate her three or four times a week-- only rarely would I eat her out. Unfortunately, I had become an expert at knowing every fold and every crevice and every protrusion between Ella's powerful thighs... she was addicted to my loving touch.

I made it back to my desk and checked my phone-- nothing from Anne. Today was her last Naked Monday before they went Full Female Nude next week. I knew what was going on: on that last Monday, they would get the girls used to some light sexual touching. Anne right now was being asked to lean back while someone fondled her breasts, or asked to stand up and bend over while her naked ass received similar treatment.

I couldn't wait for all of us to be in the same Phase at work-- Anne's company was WAY behind ours-- and I now felt that my company was way too far ahead.

I knew the goal would eventually be a sexually open work environment in which anyone of either sex could work naked if they wanted. Some mandatory nude days would still be required to avoid certain individuals hiding out behind their clothes.

Then we would have a full sex version of Intimate Fridays: we would all eventually make sweet love to each other on a rotating basis; no one who felt too old or too fat or too ugly would be left out. Work occupied so much of our lives, so it would become a place where each one of us would feel intimately loved and 100% accepted.

Except... I didn't know if I was ready to have full-on sexual intercourse with today's highest bidder. There were things I wasn't sharing with my wife about exactly all that went on at work; like today, Anne wasn't sharing anything with me. I just didn't know if I was ready to go that far.

*****

Then I got a call from Tami. I almost got up and went to her instead.

"Hello."

"Do you want to hear my solution?"

"Do I have any choice?"

"No. So... you are going to be a very busy man at work. You are going to be so busy, you won't be able to instantly grab your wife's calls. I will pick up instead. We'll talk; we'll commiserate about both of us being naked at work, and both of us having to put up with you."

"Nice!"

"Before long, Anne and I will be friends. We'll share girl talk... and eventually talk about sharing you."

"__"

"Hello?"

"You really think she'll go for that?"

"You've told me all kinds of stories about her: how she went down naked to a hotel bar to get back at her cheating husband. How she went out naked with the girls and took open pussy selfies. How she was loving every minute of being at the nude resort and catching other guys staring. So yes: she's even crazier than you think."

I finally hung up in shock. Another "wow" moment.

*****

Less than two hours to 4 and of course there was an "incident." The girl in the green bikini (and matching green high heels) stopped by and took a look around. She introduced herself as Charlotte and said she was fairly new. She must have been hired in the last two weeks as I hadn't had her riding my erection on Friday yet.

For some reason she fixated on Mark and knelt between his legs. Mark's penis had risen to impressively new heights. But, he had just moaned to me that he almost couldn't take it anymore.

Charlotte was incredibly fascinated with his cock. She took it gingerly in one hand as she absentmindedly played with his balls with the other. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm not used to all of this nudity and I'm only finding out now how much I love naked men and their penises!"

Mark was moaning "No, no, no" but Charlotte wasn't paying attention. She moved in closer. She leaned down and gave his glans a little kiss. "Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed, "It's moving and it's jerking and--"

--and he exploded in a stream of gushing semen like the Old Faithful geyser. Poor little Charlotte tried to back away, but it got all over her face, her neck and her bikini top.

Well you never saw a stranger scene. Gus and I jumped up naked, grabbed a spray bottle and a roll of paper towels, and tried to clean Mark's cum off Miss Charlotte without our bobbing penises making contact with any of her exposed skin. Somehow Gus had the enviable task of wiping off a particularly large gob from directly over the bikini top portion atop of Charlotte's right nipple area.

Charlotte was silent and stoic throughout. When we were done she went over to Mark and pulled out an index card from around his neck. Mark appeared to be in shock. As Charlotte leaned over him to borrow his pen she practically stuck her chest in his face. When she was done she replaced the card and stood back.

"I have to take you to Barb. Premature ejaculation," she stated matter of factly.

Mark looked to each of us in horror but we just sat back down and tried to look away. Charlotte had her hand out expectantly.

Finally Mark sighed, stood up and took her hand. Charlotte suddenly gave him a quick hug and a cheek kiss and patted his back. "It's okay" she said. "I'll tell her it was my fault: I was teasing you way too much." And Mark seemed to lean into her for strength as she led him away.

Mark was out the next day. Ella told me he was taking a personal day. Then, he was back but strangely silent and ultimately gone in two weeks. I never did fnd out what punishment Barb had inflicted. Ella sat me down afterwards and explained that both genders had to experience what it was like to be naked and treated as a sex object. Women who signed up with the Nudity Project were willingly trading their modesty and their bodily autonomy for a promise to be promoted and advanced in their careers. Men had had that advantage for years. They deserved to know how it felt to be on the other side.

*****

3:55 pm. We were all instructed to open our top desk drawers and pull out the blindfolds that had been secreted inside. We put them on and waited. My shoulder was tapped within two minutes and a feminine presence took my arm.

I got the feeling that my silent partner was leading me around in circles so I wouldn't know where I was going. At last I was led into what I guessed was an office.

A familiar voice said "You can take off the blindfold." I looked around. I was in Tami's office. I then knew what the phrase "my heart leapt" meant. But where was she? "Come behind my desk." I went around and there she was on the floor. Tami was inside a sleeping bag on top of a couple of blankets.

"I'm naked in here-- it feels so warm and cozy! I love you so much and I want you in here all wrapped around me."

There are times in a man's life when he knows that all the fighting is over. He hangs his head down and he surrenders.

"I love you too," I said and I went to her.