[MFN]

When I first started this thread about a month ago, I envisioned fun stories of wives and girlfriends in Only One Naked situations, ideally initiated by the woman. But some recent contributions have veered off into forced disrobing, and even forced sex. There are other OCC threads for those stories, but that wasn't what I'd intended here.

So let me offer a story in the spirit of just fun exhibitionism, not forced or even requiring the permission of a husband or boyfriend; just the woman getting naked because she wants to have fun:

Here goes: After many years as director of a prominent business organisation, my wife was about to leave her job and move on to another enterprise. Now that she was leaving there was one final board meeting, to be followed by a social farewell party. About eighteen close associates, total. As her spouse, I was invited.

As we were getting dressed for the event, she said she wanted to give her staff and board a special surprise. All her colleagues had heard about her nude exploits, but only by hearsay since she'd been careful to keep her exhibitionism separate from her professional life. She told me she wanted to allow a peek at what they'd been kidding her about for the years they'd known about her nudism. She laid out a garment that seemed to consist of a long shiny sash to wrap around herself. Then she showed me a pair of pasties large enough to cover the areola and nipple of each breast, a thong, and a smart business-mode jacket for the actual board meeting. The sash, once wrapped around her, would look like a smart cocktail dress. Her plan for after the board meeting was to shed the jacket then slowly unwrap the sash, to once and for all satisfy their curiosity about her nudist exploits.

By the time I'd finished in the shower I found her dressed and ready, so we left for the meeting. The whole ride there we talked about the thrill she'd have revealing herself in front of workmates and the thrill I'd be getting watching her do so, and enjoying the fact that she was so scantilly clad under her wrap-around sash. For the past week she'd dropped hints around the workplace that she'd have a special surprise for them, and now on the way to the venue she wondered if they were guessing.

Once there, she took the director's position on the dais, introduced the board and staff, then conducted the meeting. She looked very smart up there, in her power-jacket over her gown. I was seated among about a dozen staff and donors, while the director and the four board members were seated at a table on the raised dais. As business was concluded, my wife was recognised and applauded for her years of service and everyone was invited move to the back of the room where cocktails and light snacks would be served. She rose and removed her jacket, putting herself into elegant cocktail party mode, and laughingly told everyone to watch for a surprise. The sash was in place around her body, modestly covering everything from her neck down to about mid-calf.

I knew what would come next. She'd unwrap herself to show them more of her flesh than they'd ever expect of a serious and successful business woman, but really show no more than if she'd been wearing a daring bikini.

Still on the raised platform, and in full sight of everyone, she unpinned and pulled the lower end of the sash away and asked the president of her board to hold it. She then slowly rotated herself, unwinding the sash. With each turn, another twenty centimeters or so of her legs was revealed, and as the remaining fabric rose higher I waited for the thong to come into view. But instead, I saw first the bottom of her bare ass, and then as she completed that rotation her bare slit came into view, then the next time around her whole ass and then the neatly trimmed bush above her slit. By now, everyone was aware of what was going on, half of them applauded and the rest just stared, unbelieving. A few turns later the southern hemisphere of each breast came into view, next time around the nipples, and finally the whole of her breasts. The board president was left gasping, holding the garment while my wife was left wearing nothing. Except her high heels. That's when she called out 'Let's party!', descended the steps to the floor and spent the next half hour mingling with her colleagues.

Now it was obvious that the thong and pasties were just to throw me off, so there'd be a surprise for me as well. When it came time to leave, she asked me to collect her jacket, which she donned for the walk out to the parking garage. It came down only to her waist, but we got several of the others to walk close around her until we got to our car. As she swung her legs into the car, she made sure all got a long, memorable look.

On the drive home she told me that of all the times she'd been the only one naked, this was by far the best. And that she really didn't know until actually doing it that she'd go through with it. Sneaking out of the house without the thong and pasties hadn't been part of her original plan, but she knew from office talk that they were curious about her legendary naked adventures so figured she'd give them the real thing. She felt really good about what she'd done, and was now already thinking about what they'd say to her the next day when she'd have to go to the office one last time to collect her personal stuff.