It may seem ironic that a new step in my FLR, when we first moved to this town, occurred at

church.

When he must be nicely dressed, Krissi and I prefer traditionally-styled lightweight wool

suits for him.

He hasn’t worn undershorts in years. I hate them. For years when he’s clothed, I’ve

harnessed the cock and balls because the harness lifts the balls and moves the drape of

the cock toward the front, where in thin fabric the glans corona is made very visible in the

upper pants leg.

At this church, it had obviously become common practice that after church services,

couples who knew each other would briefly collect at the front of the Nave to socialize.

In his traditionally-tailored suit, Krissi’s upper pants leg was not covered by his jacket. On

this summer morning, sunlight came through windows from our side, illuminating us in

profile. When he wore light solid colors – khaki, slate grey, etc – this highlighted the corona,

hanging in the pants leg, vividy.

Women are usually quite perceptive, particularly about dress and certainly about “bulges.”

At least one of these ladies noticed Krissi’s cock immediately.

It seems that afterward, it became that afternoon’s topic of discussion among the ladies.

The next Sunday conversation only occasionally forced female eyes away from Krissy’s

pants leg, but only momentarily.

After a few weeks of this – me watching all of them gawking, increasingly unashamedly, at

his pants leg – and after I’d come to know a few of them better, I spoke up – pretty

straightforwardly – to the one next to me, “what are you looking at so intently on Krissi’s

pants? (I used his actual name).

The girl blushed. Then – she was in her 30s – looked me straight in the eye and stated very

matter-of-factly: “certainly you’ve noticed and don’t need to ask.”

I replied immediately, without blinking, “I’m happy to arrange a proper viewing if any of you

would like. She hesitated and looked directly at me, slightly taken aback. I continued, “for

planning purposes, how about a pre-dinner tea on Thursday? … after school is out (a

couple are teachers) and Krissy will be working on our bluX this week, already in the buX,

we’ll all be outside – not in close quarters – so I’ll do it on the bluX patio and call him to join

us once everyone’s there. All will come together nicely.”

That afternoon, I sent email invitations to the four who had been gawking. Every single one

RSVP’d “yes” before supper!

I had wondered beforehand but the girls’ quick positive responses made me certain that

they were a horny bunch, seemingly not taking charge to get what they needed from their husbands.

I didn’t tell Krissi. Did table settings, etc., at the last moment, myself.

Next, the big day …