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Erotic Dancing

By: danishmichaela



"Squeeze those big tits darling."

"Pinch your nipples, pull them, hard."

"Sit on the edge of the bed, open your legs and push your tits together.

"Stand up and take your panties off."

"No leave them half way down your thighs, no push them to just below your knees."

He was issuing a series of commands with which I willingly complied.

"Sit on the edge of the bed."

"Open your legs."

"Show me your cunt."

"Lay back, lift your legs up and open them wide."

"Let me photograph your wet juicy cunt."

This was how it went when Erik and I had a photo session. We had been doing this for a few years now. It helped spice up our sex life for we never finished a session without having a glorious fuck. Recently, though, it was not so much part of our sex life, but was becoming our sex life. I was beginning to suspect that my husband could well be unable to make love to me without the stimulus of photographing me.

I had become used to gradually undressing as he took photos of me flaunting myself at him and the camera in my underwear, topless and sometimes bottomless, but clothed above the waist. I had accepted being photographed in just my bra, just my panties and just my holdups; of posing in sexy underwear, basques, waspies and half cup bras that I enjoyed buying both on the net and from shops. I had got used to lying in bed with him as shots of me in the outlandish poses came up on the huge plasma TV on the wall at the end of our bed. I was becoming accustomed to: being naked, of being shot from all angles and later seeing pictures of my tits my nipples, my bum and my pussy. I was now comfortable with Erik taking shots of me as I started to masturbate with close ups of my fingers inside the hood pressing on my clit. And of course I had become particularly accustomed to fucking myself with my fingers or my vibrator as he digitally recorded it for our later exciting viewing.

Although hugely embarrassed at first after a while I began to look forward to our sessions. And that was not just because I knew I would be quite royally fucked at the end of it, but also because I enjoyed flaunting myself at the camera. My husband had unwittingly uncovered a streak of exhibitionism in me that neither of us knew existed. 

Our marriage, however was going tits up. 

We are both Danish and that gives us a vastly different perspective on sex than most other races other than our fellow Scandinavians and perhaps the Dutch and northern Germans. We have a far more open attitude towards sexual expression than other nationalities and our concept of being faithful is nothing like that found in much of Europe the UK and the USA. We see nothing wrong in having sexual partners other than our husband or wife, we do not consider it vulgar for couples to go to sex clubs and watch others having sex or joining in group sessions. Friends often swap partners and threesomes both two women and a man and two men with a woman are fairly commonplace. Hence what Erik and I did, largely behind closed doors was not that unusual. Maybe showing my photos to friends was a little different, but as they, I and Erik enjoyed it what the hell?

We had been married for over twenty years. Erik was a property developer and ran a business largely involved with building houses in Spain. The crash made him go bankrupt. At the same time my career in advertising was booming and I was invited to become Head of Copy for the UK for the global ad agency that employed me. That meant moving to London. Erik didn't want me to go and wouldn't come with me when I said that I was taking the job. We rowed endlessly about it and our sex life deteriorated rapidly until it hardly existed other than the photo sessions. Despite his protests I moved to London and we separated. It was reasonably amicable and once or month or so I would go back to Copenhagen and he and I would do what married couples are supposed to do, fuck like rabbits for a while and then have a row.

Although our Danish upbringing and conditioning enabled us to have other partners they were supposed to be in situations of trust; that was critical to our relationship beliefs. Having affairs with the other not knowing about them was outside that trust and was frowned upon. So in London alone I was continually frustrated. I wanted and needed more sex and I knew that if I didn't get it I would end up having an affair and that wouldn't be fair or reasonable. 

Fuck what a shambles I would think usually when I was entertaining clients or away in New York and clients or business colleagues came on strong towards me. I also had time on my hands and at home after being in the agency until around eight I took to messing around on yahoo messenger or writing erotic stories for Literotica. These and exchanging correspondence with mainly male, but the occasional female reader of my Lit stories became my sex life, well excuse for it. Masturbation, either when I was composing an erotic story or, when chatting to a man on messenger and sometimes watching him naked and erect on his cam, became my main sexual outlet. I and my life were in a mess and I couldn't see a way out. By the double standards of both my Danish upbringing and my UK and US experiences I could not do as many in those countries do and that is take a fuckbuddy. Although that is usually mostly about sex, it becomes almost inevitable that there will be some emotional involvement; that I couldn't let happen.

I was on yahoo late one evening phone chatting and camming with an American guy who lived in Aberdeen. I had got to know him quite well. We were both wearing the typical late night chat gear; he was in boxers and me a red, silk robe. I had told him of my dilemma in previous chats and some emails we exchanged; we had become quite close. We were talking about films and film stars and I told him that I thought that Catherine Deneuve was one of the most beautiful and sexy actresses. That led us onto talking about her films and I agreed that the scene in The Hunger where she seduces Susan Sarandon was one of the most erotic lesbian scenes that it would be possible to create. That elicited the inevitable.

"Are you bi then Michy?"

"I don't know, but I find beautiful bodies whether they are male or female very attractive." 

"Do you find them sexy?"

"Yes I do and I find seeing beautiful people making love very sexy, well erotic I suppose."

"I know what you mean" he replied the cam showing the effect it was having on his boxers.

"Have you seen Belle de Jour?" I asked him.

"Is that where CD becomes hooker in a brothel in the afternoons?"

"Yes it is."

"Why do you ask?" He said resting his hand lightly on his groin.

I laughed and held the tie of my robe. "Maybe that's what I should do."

"What become a hooker?"

"Well it would get me the sex without having an affair."

"That's a bit extreme Michy" he said, adding. "You know what this is doing to me don't you?"

"I can see" I replied pulling gently on the tie and saying softly. "Yes Mike?"

"Please Michy" he replied lifting his bum off the bed and pushing his shorts down. He was beautifully hard.

I pulled the tie and my robe fell open. I was naked underneath.

*

As was usual the first thing I did the next morning when I got up around eight was to check my emails. I live in a lovely apartment in the Docklands area just to the east of London. The agency is in Covent Garden, but at least two mornings a week I work from home. These are usually when I have been entertaining the previous evening.

I always sleep naked and on those working from home mornings I don't shower and dress until late morning doing what I need to do in the buff and that includes writing for Lit. I like doing that, just as I will sunbathe in the nude on my fairly, but not completely secluded balcony overlooking the Thames.

There was a mail in my yahoo inbox. It was from Mike the guy I had been chatting to and with whom I had masturbated the previous evening, which was something that was becoming ever more frequent recently.

The mail read.

Hi Michy, 

As usual it was wonderful having cybersex with you last night. As you saw you made me cum very hard and somehow produce more sperm than usual; I wonder why? I hope that it was as good for you as it was for me and that you enjoyed it as much as you appeared to. The expression on your face as you said you were cumming was one of the most erotic things I have ever seen. But then you know that is the category in which I hold you.

After you left I was thinking. Naturally a great deal of my thought was on what we had just experienced together and unusually for me I was hard again within an hour and that's not that common amongst us fifty plus somethings! As there was no chance of a 'second cumming' with you for I knew you would be sound asleep, naked in your bed my thoughts drifted onto what you said about B de J and CD. I had a peep on youtube at both the films we discussed and I couldn't agree more that she is ravishing. I had quite forgotten that and also just how sexy Helen Mirren was, well is actually, did you see her in that red bikini recently? The scene in The Hunger where HM spills red wine on her top and takes it off is so hard on inducing that had I not already had one that would have done the job. When she and CD go to bed behind those thin lace curtains and make love must rank as the most erotic film scene I have ever seen. And yes love I did jerk off again. That made me quite proud actually!

I digress. 

When you talked, tongue in cheek I hope, about joining a brothel that jerked something in the back of my mind. After I had finished my threesome with CD and HM I put in some serious thinking and I recalled what had jerked my memory. I won't go into great depth here but will just give you a website to look at and will leave the rest to you. Access it or forget it, go along with what it says or ignore it. That's all up to you and I will never mention it again. If you wish to tell me anything about it you know I will be all ears, but I will never pry.

Hoping to 'see you' again real soon.

Big, big hugs

Mike xxx*

My curiosity primed I accessed the site immediately. Numerous photos came up of women in their late thirties, forties and even fifties and sixties with the tag line. 'It's never too late.' Gradually the photos changed from head and shoulder shots to full length and then even more intriguingly to photos of those women in their underwear and then naked. It was all quite tasteful even if some of the bodies were slightly beyond their sell by date. Most though were in pretty good shape and were quite sexy. 

I went further into the site and learned that they arranged for 'strip tease artistes' as they referred to them, to attend functions of all types and sizes and that MILFstrippers ran several clubs in pubs usually twice a week in both the afternoons and evenings.

'35+ love your body, we want you' was another tag line. I realised then why Mike had sent it to me.

"Is that Ms Pendle?" The husky female voice with a not unpleasant American accent asked when I answered my mobile a week or so later. I hadn't recognised the number so had nearly not taken the call.

"Who?"

"Michaela Pendle?"

Pendle was a second name I sometimes used when I didn't wish to reveal my real name, but I had momentarily forgotten that.

"Oh yes, yes it is, who's calling?"

"Did you recently complete an online questionnaire?"

"No."

"It was a potential application for work, modelling work."

"Oh right, er yes I did. Are you from MILFstrippers?"

She said that she was and asked me numerous questions making sure that I was the person who had completed the form and sent a couple of photos as requested.

"And you would like to be considered for a position as one our artistes?"

I said that I would and we arranged a meeting in a couple of days time.

"We have an office just off Oxford Street where we could meet, but if you prefer a pre-meeting we could meet in a coffee shop."

Thinking in for a penny in for a pound I agreed to the office.

At the smart, but small offices in the better end of Oxford Street nearer to Bond Street than Tottenham Court Road, I met Carlton and Lisa the owners of the business. They were both probably in their fifties and were very pleasant. There was nothing seedy about them or the premises. They took their time explaining the process. They explained that they had been arranging striptease acts for years and that they provide girls for most of the laptop and strip clubs in and around London as well as for a host of private functions. 

It was Lisa was who had called me. She was tall, slim and blonde, with full breasts that looked suspiciously as though they had been enhanced. Not classically beautiful for her nose was very pronounced and her lips were thin, she was well dressed in a cream, cotton blouse, tight, brown leather trousers and high heels. She had a yellow scarf loosely wrapped round her neck along with several necklaces and at least six bangles on her wrists. Probably having one or maybe two too many buttons undone on the blouse the swells of her well-rounded breasts were flashed quite frequently. She oozed sex appeal.

"Many girls only like to work well away from where they live" Lisa explained adding. "So we run afternoon and evening sessions all over London and the Home Counties, usually in pubs.

They told me that older women were in very great demand recently hence, the new site dedicated to 'wrinklies like us' Carlton explained laughing.

"We also provide ladies for dinners, small and quite large, private functions and parties in customer's homes."

I asked a few questions and they answered readily and asked why I was interested. I began to relax and explained that I was interested because I lived apart from my husband and being somewhat of an exhibitionist thought I might enjoy it.

"You enjoyed modelling for the photos?" Carlton asked.

"Yes I did?"

"Who took them?"

"My husband."

"Lucky man" Carlton smiled. "May I ask for a few details Michaela?" He said turning to his laptop.

"Of course."

"Age?"

"Forty four."

He tapped that in.

"Height?"

"Five seven."

"Weight?"

"Ten stone four."

"Er what's that in pounds we have many American clients."

Lisa chipped in. "One forty four, very nice Michy."

"Not really" I smiled.

"Body type?"

I hesitated not quite understanding the question.

Again Lisa answered. "You could put lovely, but slim and rounded is probably more apt."

I smiled my thanks at her and again she held my gaze as she slowly lifted her hand and brushed the long lock of golden blonde hair that had fallen down her forehead up onto her head. As she did that the material of her top was stretched across her full breast and I saw the outline of her nipple. It was clearly hard.

"Stats?"

"Thirty fourish C to D, twenty six, thirty seven."

"Hair and eye colours? Blonde with streaks at present and blue yes? That's it Michy thanks."

They explained the financial terms and then asked if I would mind undressing. "Only down to your underwear" Lisa explained.

I felt ok when I slipped my thin dress off and stood before them in my white bra and thong. They both walked round me looking at me from all angles. I had no idea what they were checking, but I obviously passed the test.

"Thanks Michy, you have a lovely body" Lisa said again looking into my eyes.

"Yes very nice" Carlton said adding. "Well if the terms are ok for you Michy we would like you on our books."

"Really?" I said probably sounding surprised for they both smiled as I did up the zip and buttons on my dress.

"Yes really you are as near our ideal woman as anyone can be, you'll be a wow with MILF strippers" Carlton told me.

"Have you done anything like this before Michy?" Lisa asked her eyes on mine.

"Not stripping no."

"But you have modelled for a photographer haven't you?"

"Yes but that was for my husband."

"No one else?"

"No" I smiled.

"Really?"

"Well one other yes, but that's a secret."

They both smiled as we sat down round a small coffee table and Lisa made some tea.

"Let's work out the best way to get you started?"

We agreed that I should start by looking at a couple of DVDs and then visit one of their club nights in a pub in West London, several miles from me.

"We can then have a practice session in one of the pubs with no audience there, just you and me" Lisa said adding. "And I will coach you" as she again held my gaze a little too long.

'Is she trying to pull me?' I wondered.

*

The induction as they called it went well.

My first experience was meeting Lisa and Carlton at the pub in West London. They took that over two nights a week and had their MILFparty as they called it one night and their GIRLYparty the other. They had another website GIRLYstripper that was for younger women.

The room was pretty full and I guessed that there must have been a hundred or so people there. Unlike the many similar sex shows in Copenhagen most were men, but there was a spattering of women and surprisingly most of those were young. There was a small stage about a foot or so high at one end of the room and a bar at the other. I was standing with Carlton and Lisa in a small roped off alcove. 'The VIP Gallery' as Carlton laughingly called it. There were a few other men and one female in there.

I watched fascinated, but a little nervously as the first artist came onto the stage. She was probably in her early fifties and was a little tarty, or so I thought. She had bleached, dirty blonde hair piled up on her head with tresses tumbling down, heavy make-up and long dangling ear rings. She was wearing a tight, silky, sheath dress that clung to her like a second skin. It wasn't flattering anywhere other than her boobs. They were spectacular under the thin material. 

The skirt ended mid-thigh so she only had to move slightly and the hem would ride up to show the tops of her obvious holdups. The music got louder and she started to perform. Slowly gyrating round the stage I saw that what she may have lacked in appearance she more than made up for with her movements for they were very sexy. In addition to bending forward and backwards and gliding around she frequently touched herself, but not in too blatant a manner. She would slide her fingertips across her tummy, run a hand down her bare arm and then softly touch her breasts. The audience seemed to love her. 

The first song ended with her still fully dressed. I was to learn that the process was one song stay fully dressed, during the second undress to the underwear and then the third pose naked or near so. That meant each strip took a round ten minutes.

The second song was slower and Adell moved right to the edge of the stage. With one hands cupping her boob she put her other hand out to a guy standing at the front. He took it and helped her down onto the floor. She smiled and gave him a dazzling smile before kissing him on the cheek. She moved around the pub touching and kissing guys and adroitly avoiding groping hands until she got back to the guy who had helped down from the stage. I didn't hear what she said, but it soon became obvious when she turned her back on him and he undid the zip on the dress. She held onto the front as he helped her back onto the stage, which wasn't an easy manoeuvre in the tight dress.

She played the audience well giving them brief glimpses of her breasts in her bra and lots of looks at her back that showed clearly she was wearing a black thong. Slowly the dress came off to loud cheers from the audience. Her thong was very brief and she was wearing holdups, all were black. She returned to the edge of the stage where she sat down. Looking out at the audience, many of whom wouldn't be able to see her now, she slowly opened her legs and let one hand fall casually between them. There was some gasps and cheers from the nearer guys. She caught the eyes of several who were near to her and then beckoned to one. He came up close and she turned her body so her back was towards him. I could actually see his hands shaking as he undid her bra that she held onto. Back standing on the stage she slowly exposed her tits and, surprisingly to me at least when the bra was eventually removed, they didn't sag that much despite their size.


Erotic Dancing



I watched a couple more performances by two rather more elegant and stylish women. Both were probably in their mid to late forties with one being very petite with an almost boy-like figure whilst the other was tall, probably six feet and well built, but not overweight like Adell. Smiling I thought 'MILFstrippers clearly tried to cater for all tastes' wondering what category they would fit me into.

I have to admit that watching the three girls excited me. That wasn't just looking at their bodies, but also the way they were enjoying flaunting them and revelling in the attention of their audience. When I 'met' Mike online later it to report back to him on my MILFstripper progress, it took only a few minutes before we started to masturbate.

*

The coaching session was arranged for the following Wednesday afternoon at a small club in Mayfair, not far from the office. 

Lisa asked for my thoughts about the club the other night and I said that I enjoyed watching and meeting the girls who did three strips each.

"You feel you would be ok with that size of audience?"

"Yes I think so."

She explained the way I should go about walking, sitting, standing and posing generally. She gave me lots of little tips and described the way I should undress.

"You happy to go naked?" She asked.

"Yes that's no problem?"

"How about open leg stuff?"

"How do you mean?" I asked rather lamely.

"Well like this" she said sitting on the floor, putting her arms behind her head, raising her knees and opening her legs in the tight-fitting jeans she was wearing. "Men like to inspect the beaver" she smiled up at me." I wasn't at all sure I could do that, but recalled both Adell and the other two women had put on beaver shows the other evening so I said that I could.

"Ok then follow me" she said flicking on her iPod.

Moving very sensuously she slowly undid her blouse and dropped that on the floor.

"Your turn Michy."

I did the same feeling that I did it as good as she had, but she told me I was too quick.

"Every movement, every gesture has to be slow and very distinct she explained" moving very close to me. We were both in trousers and bras. "Try it again taking your bra off."

She clicked the iPod on again and I shimmied round in front of her to a Michael Bubler number. As slowly as I possibly could I unclipped my bra and holding the cups onto my boobs as the girls had at the club I continued my bumping and grinding slow dance. Looking at Lisa I put both of my hands on my boobs and was about to slip the bra off when I had an idea. I squeezed my boobs and pinched my nipples playing with them just as a man would. I ran one hand down my body and slid it lightly across my tummy and rested it on my thigh right alongside my pubic mound. Using my other hand I eased the bra away from my breasts slowly revealing them. 

I was becoming aroused and that was increased when Lisa whispered.

"Oh Michy that was great, well done."

As she said that she reached behind her and unclipped her bra and removed it. Her tits hardly moved telling me that they almost certainly had been worked on.

"Thanks Lisa."

"You're very welcome Michy, now the trousers" she said very quietly and quite huskily.

There was a repeat performance of her showing me what do, me doing it, again too fast and then repeating it as she looked on dressed in just her panties and heels. 

She clapped this time. "Bravo, that was wonderful" she said moving close to me.

It was a very odd feeling. We were both wearing thongs and heels and nothing else. There was an obvious sexual atmosphere, which became stronger when she asked.

"Would you be up for a two girl strip Michy?"

I gulped. "What's that?"

"You and another girl stripping together, well more stripping each other."

"I don't know I guess so" I replied as I saw her nipples harden.

"It's very popular at private functions."

"Really?"

"Oh yes as is going further than undressing."

"How do you mean?"

"Well offering extras."

"Such as?"

"Oh it varies. Letting the punters touch you or kiss you, play with your boobs that sort of thing. It's where the real money is."

That gave me a buzz. It was becoming more like Belle de Jour.

"Would you be interested Michy?"

"Yes I might well be, what's the money like?"

"Well we pay more when you go to a function like that, say three hundred for a couple of hour session, but it's the tips that really do it."

"What are they like?" I asked as I realised we were standing so close that our nipples were only inches apart and that mine had hardened as much as hers.

"It depends on what you do, but anything from a couple of hundred for a few quick gropes up to a grand or so if you have sex in front of the group."

"Serious stuff then."

"Oh very serious Michy. As is the two girl stuff and that usually pays even more."

"What's that involve?" I asked quietly as we both eyed up the other's body.

Looking me right in the eye she said softly. "Going all the way with each other."

"All the way?" I asked enquiringly.

"Well kissing and fingering mainly, but some pairs of girls do oral on each other and one couple has a strap on."

Nothing was said for a few moments until she broke silence. "So now the knickers" she said thickly as she pushed hers down showing that she was completely bald.

I slid mine off and we stood naked looking at each other.

"You really are very beautiful and so sexy" she whispered taking hold of my hand.

"Thank you."

"You are so very welcome Michy" Lisa whispered as she moved her face towards me, maybe in preparation to kiss me I thought. At the same time she held my hand and ran the tip of her finger around the palm. Looking up from our hands she asked huskily

"Would you be up for anything like that?" 

I was tempted, but drew back. I had been with several girls and women during my sexual 'career,' but then that's the norm in Denmark where most people are bi. But I didn't feel that was the right thing to admit to or do with Lisa, well not yet at least.

"Sorry luv, I'm not that way" I blurted out removing my hand from hers.

She smiled and whispered back as she picked up her bra and looked me right in the eye. "Not yet Michy, not yet."

*

The first gig was back at the bar where I had seen the girls during my induction. I was as nervous as hell, but everything seemed to go well and I got some loud applause and loads of whistles at least as much as the other three girls.

The buzz I got from it far exceeded anything I had imagined. I loved flaunting myself and, seeing the lust in the men's eyes. It gave me a sort of power as I imagined them becoming erect simply from looking at me and, presumably imagining fucking me.

We each did three sessions of about ten minutes each so the show lasted about two hours. When I wasn't performing I would chat to the other girls as we got ready for our next show. They were very ordinary women. Two were married and did this for pin money and the other who was single openly said "I do it for kicks." 

I got to like them and we got on well.

They asked me why I had started and I told them truthfully that it was boredom.

In the half hour interval the four of us sat around drinking tea and coffee and I asked about the private functions. They had all been to them and told me they varied from football, rugby and cricket club stag dos, through more upmarket parties such as hedge fund charities to smaller, private dinner parties where they might be just six or eight guys. The level of the girls' participation would broadly have been agreed with Lisa and Carlton beforehand one of the girls said adding. "So there would be no hiccups, surprises or unfortunate incidents."

Rather naively I asked what she meant and she replied.

"Darling to fuck or not to fuck is the question they want to know."

I was beginning to see that MILFstrippers was more than I had thought and more similar to Bell de Jour than I imagined.

I did a few more bar gigs to, as Lisa put it when she asked "Any change of heart or mind yet darling?" Get used to being naked in front of an audience."

As indeed I was doing; not just getting used to it, but loving it. After getting home from the gigs I felt so horny I simply had to masturbate, sometimes more than once and sometimes with Mike. I could also hardly wait for the next gig.

I began to realise that this whole stripping thing, this flaunting my body to a group of people and this being naked in public was playing so some need I had. I was getting such a kick from seeing the men, and women, staring at me, ogling me and seemingly lusting for me. There must have been a dormant something in me that Erik had started to release or exploit when he took pictures of me and which was now exploding into full maturity with what I was doing. It worried me a little mainly with regard to where it might lead.

I desperately wanted to do more, but deep down I was beginning to find the pub scene a little tacky and ordinary. I wanted something out of the ordinary. I wanted something better, something more sophisticated and something even more exciting. I wanted the private functions.

And Lisa agreed.

"We have to test you first love" she said pecking me on the cheek and slipping her arm round me and resting her hand on my bum.

"Any change of heart yet baby?"

Smiling I replied. "Leave it Lisa, I am dead straight."

"That's as maybe darling, but it's where the real money is."

"What do you mean?"

"Small private functions of around twenty or so pay massive money to have a live lessy show in front of them" she told me.

"Massive?"

"Yes easily a grand each, maybe more."

"How much do they pay for sex then?"

"What between one of them and you?"

"Yes."

"If you're lucky a few hundred. You get more if you take on a few guys."

I was beginning to realise even more what I was getting into and surprisingly it excited rather than depressed me. I had come to terms with being naked as the centre of attention when stripping and now I was starting to come to terms with the fact that I would soon have to have some form of sex. To me that wasn't really an issue. The real issue was just how much sex and with whom I would do it.

My relationship with Erik was deteriorating. It seemed that the more I got into the stripping and the more excitement and pleasure I got from that the less I needed anything from him. That was just as well for I was travelling back and forth to Copenhagen less often and he refused to come to London at all. 

My mind was constantly confused during this period. I am convinced that had I not had the stimulus of my 'hobby' that I may well have had a breakdown of some sort. And how fucking crazy is that I often asked myself that something as fucking crazy as being a stripper and maybe soon a part time whore keeps one sane? 

I was also continually trying to think my way through just what being a stripper meant to my typical Danish attitude towards sex. Sure it was pretty much ok to have partners other than your husband and sleeping around was not frowned upon and in many groups was positively encouraged. But it was an unwritten edict that it all had to be open, above board and known to each other. Several times when I was happily married I had asked Erik as, indeed he had asked me, if it was ok to go with someone else. We had also gone to sex clubs together where we had watched the other having sex with strangers and we regularly partner swapped with friends. What I was now doing and more and more enjoying was miles away from that edict and that really did worry me for I had no idea what was motivating me to do such a thing.

I had pretty much now given up on the marriage. Parting and divorce seemed to be an inevitability and that disturbed me. I hated the idea of the loneliness and getting back on the dating scene. Money, therefore became more important to me and this gave me a means to stash some away.

I did a few club suppers. They were easy and usually there were four of us there, so there was 'safety in numbers.' 

Most of the guys got pretty drunk and were out for a good time. So as we stripped they were vulgarly, yet humorous, sometimes and often entertaining and appreciative. They wanted to be involved so generally we would get down to our panties on the stage then make a tour of the room in just them and perhaps stockings, either hold ups or with a sussie belt. We would rub our boobs against the back of a few guys heads, sit on the laps of a few, kiss some and let one or two have a feel. Generally the evening would end with all the girls and one or two guys on stage with us undressing them. Sometimes just down to their boxers, but sometimes to nothing. Some would get hard and one of us, not me so far would masturbate him if he wanted that. It was all good fun, but tacky and not something I particularly enjoyed. Nevertheless, I realised, it was what I had to go through if I wanted to 'go further' with MILFstrippers and the more I was with them the more I wanted to go further.

*

"We really are very pleased with you Michy, you have done so well" Carlton said as he, Lisa and I had lunch at Scotts, a ludicrously expensive fish reataurant in Mayfair one Thursday afternoon. I thanked him and they told me that all the feedback they had received from the other girls and the customers was positive and that they would like me to join their private party group.

"What's that?" I asked sucking on the leg of a lobster that I had noticed cost forty pounds.

"Our elite ladies" Carlton explained.

"We have a number of clients who are very wealthy, often famous and always well connected" Lisa when on. "They tend to have private parties or..............." she paused and looked at Carlton who said.

"Go on."

"For whom we arrange parties."

"I see."

"Whichever way, the parties are discrete, exceptionally well catered and are held in only the most prestigious locations usually apartments or luxury houses" she explained.

Carlton took over. "And we supply ladies for the client's pleasure. We have set up a team who man those parties and we would like you to join that team."

Lisa put her hand on mine and smiled. "Yes and we probably want you to join our elite ladies Michy." 

I didn't move my hand, but neither did she as I looked at her and our gazes locked. She didn't have to speak, but I knew what she was wordlessly saying. I smiled and nodded as I said quietly. "Maybe not yet has arrived Lisa."

"I do hope so darling" she replied squeezing my hand.

"Now, now girls not in public" Carlton smiled leaning across and pecking me on the cheek. "Congratulations Michy."

"How many in the team and what do you mean probably?" I asked.

"Oh a couple of dozen or so, we have to have rotation."

"I didn't realise there were that many milfs."

"There isn't we use ladies from both MILF and GIRLYstrippers in the elite team."

"Oh I see so that's how they connect. I was wondering about the demand for old wrinklies."

"There is a big demand Michy, it's almost every young guy's dream to fuck an older woman" Carlton explained continuing. "And seeing them undress at the big dos and get even closer at the private functions is the next best thing."

"Or darling" Lisa said quietly. "Even get to fuck one" as she looked deep into my eyes.

"So probably?" I asked.

"Well Michy" Carlton said. "You haven't actually been, as it were, in action yet have you?"

A few days later Lisa rang.

"Ready Michy?"

"For what" I asked worrying that I had forgotten an appointment.

"Your first private. Your first elite outing."

"Sure" I replied sounding more relaxed and confident than I felt.

She explained that it was a group of friends, usually six or seven who had been in the same club at Oxford and held private dinners each quarter. I learned that they were usually held in houses or apartments in London and that they were often really late or all night affairs.

"For some bizarre reason, probably not wanting to give their mates any dirt on them, they only want to touch and watch, see you play with yourselves, but no full sex."

"Ok" I replied strangely feeling a sense of disappointment. 

"It's best for your first private Michy."

"Who else will be there?"

"Just Maggie and Cheryl" she told me naming a woman of my age, Maggie and a younger woman Cheryl.

She gave me the rest of the arrangements. 

The agency organised a car to collect me and Cheryl who lived on the way from Docklands to Notting Hill where the get together was being held. We were meeting Maggie at Marylebone Station where she would arrive from her home in Chalfont St Giles. The agency really was very well organised and thought of everything including providing us with alarm bleepers and having the car driver as the girls protector. I never quite found out what we were supposed to do with the bleepers when we were naked, but then as Lisa had explained "We vet the clients very well and we have never had a girl feel the need to use it.

I had not met Cheryl before she got into the car outside her flat in Camden Town. She was a little daunting for not only was she very young, probably barely twenty, but also she was stunning. She had a gorgeous face, shoulder length, blonde hair with extensions, long slim legs poking out from a ridiculously short, black micro skirt and what looked to be a slimly sensational body. She was alos heavily tanned.

We got to know each other on the journey. She'd been with the agency for nearly two years since she was eighteen and now only did private events. "I'm totally elite" she smiled. I was dying to ask more questions particularly how often she had full sex with the customers, but felt it wiser to hold back.

Maggie was about my age and quite buxom. Probably a little overweight her height, however, helped her carry that off; in all ways she was a big girl. She had long, curly, rather unruly auburn hair, and big features that included huge, green eyes, very voluptuous lips, prominent cheeks bones and a larger than was ideal nose with flared nostrils. Her striking feature was her huge breasts; she was at least a double D. From having worked with her and seen her naked I knew that she had a little paunch, some excess on her hips and bum, but not much of a sag with her boobs.

The plan was that Maggie would go first, followed by me and then Cheryl. We would do the typical three by five minute tunes each ending up naked. There would be a break for twenty minutes or so then we would repeat that sequence, but with me on first. This time we would start in our underwear and would finish playing with our boobs and rubbing our pussies a little, but not full masturbation Lisa had stressed. Again the efficiency of the agency impressed me for all the arrangements including the no need to masturbate had been confirmed by email. The third session would include all three of us. Again we would start in our underwear and after removing some of that we would sit on their laps, kiss them and let them play with us. If any of them asked we would masturbate them and let them finger us and rub our clits, before we masturbated ourselves. It was left up to us as to how we would end it, but the email from Lisa did ask 'It would be appreciated by them and expressed in their tip if you let them cum on you.'

My first session went well and was greeted with well-behaved, appreciative and generous applause and remarks. I enjoyed it. There were only five guys there, all probably in their late thirties so I didn't feel too out of place. Cheryl and Maggie also believed their sessions had gone well and told me they thought that the guys were a good, well-behaved group.

For my second session I wore black hold ups with black patent killer heels. My underwear was a pair of boy shorts, which were very tight accentuating my rather prominent pubic mound and a bra that was cut acutely across my boobs so that almost, but not quite the edges of my areola were displayed. The bra and panties were pink with black lace and grey spots. I had bought the matching pair on a London shopping trip in Agent Provocateur, they had cost a hundred pounds.




Erotic Dancing



I walked into the fairly dimly lit room feeling nervous, but excited for the idea of playing with myself in front of an audience really gave me a buzz. Although some minor touching and stroking was done at the club sessions, we were not allowed to go very far for really they were in public, licensed premises. 

The guys had now left the dining table. Three were sitting on a black leather sofa and two were in similar leather chairs facing each other at right angles to the sofa. That left a space between the dining table and the chairs that was clearly where I was to perform. The intimacy of it gave me a charge.

I put the iPod on and began moving to the music, a slow, rhythmic, jazzy number. It was incredible watching the eyes riveted to my body as I swayed and moved, turned and wriggled, gyrated and writhed my body at them. I cupped my breasts, squeezed them and pushed them together. I ran my fingers down my body and just into my panties and I let the shoulder straps of my bra slip down my arms, but I didn't take anything off. The music changed and I turned away from them, I bent over nearly touching my toes and I looked back at them. Straightening up I walked to the sofa. I put my hands and grabbed two of the guy's hands. I pulled them up and indicated to the other to get up as well.

"I don't do floors boys" I said lying on the sofa as two sat and one stood before me.

I again caressed my breasts before sliding my hands down my body, into my panties and right onto my pussy. I was soaked and I wanted to masturbate, but resisted the temptation, just about.

"Take them off Michy" one of them said.

"Take what off?"

"Fucking everything let's see the lot" another croaked.

Smiling I leaned forward so I presented my back to one of them. I looked at him, raised my eyebrows and whispered. "Please."

He got the idea and after a bit of fumbling undid the clasp of my bra. I slowly removed it to sounds of appreciation from them, although they had already seen my C going on D cup tits earlier. I played with them as the music changed to the third number. The closeness of the guys, the intimacy of the situation and the feelings I was giving myself all combined to take me so close to an orgasm. I was very near to cumming when one leaned over and said.

"Can I take them off Michy?"

"Yes, yes please" I croaked now wanting to be naked, wanting them to look at me, wanting to flaunt myself and wanting the five young men to look at my cunt.

As one took hold of my panties and started sliding them down another cupped my breasts and one more kissed me. I felt myself responding and it took all of my resistance not to wrap my arms round his neck and shove my tongue down his throat. My panties got caught on my bum so I lifted up and let the guy pull them off my legs. I was gloriously naked apart from my black, nylon holdups and I felt marvellous.

"Get out the fucking way" a rather plummy voice called out. "Let us at the back see the action too."

The guys moved away a little way leaving me lying on the sofa. Flat on my back with my head against the arm I turned my body a little so they could all see. I raised my knees so that my heels were on the seat of the sofa. Momentarily thinking they might mark the leather and I should move them, was driven from my head as I looked from one face to the other. It was so quiet that their breathing and sighs seemed very loud.

"Come on Michy."

"What?"

"Show us?"

"What these?" I asked cupping my breasts, knowing full well what he meant.

"No."

"What then?"

"Your pussy."

"My what?"

"Your cunt, show us your cunt Michy."

The use of that word was so evocative. It excited me. I hate it when used as in 'You cunt' but when it's used properly as in 'My cunt' or 'Your cunt' it thrills me.

"You want to see my cunt boys" I asked?

"Fucking hell Michy yes."

Looking from one to the other I slowly opened my legs and revelled in the gasps and the 'Oh yeses' as five pairs of eyes stared at my glisteningy wet cunt.

*

"Mmmmm that was great, was it ok for you?" Erik asking sliding his cock out of me and rolling onto his back far too quickly, just as husbands of over twenty years tend to do.

"Yes it was good" I replied wishing that he would cuddle or stroke me as the last tremors of my orgasm died down; they didn't last that long any more.

It had been over two months since we'd last had sex. And that really was my fault as I had been too busy to pop over to Copenhagen to see him at a weekend; MILFstrippers busiest nights were Fridays and Saturdays. It had been months since we had done anything other than fuck in the missionary position. Alright we still had foreplay, but that was less than it used to be and we hadn't crossed any boundaries with that for probably ten years, but of course he still photographed me, although that was less frequent lately. It was all a bit tame, vanilla I think they call it, and I wondered if that was the norm for 'old married' couples like us.

Erik went to the loo. I stayed in bed. I desperately wanted him to start again, but he just didn't do that sort of thing; he was a distinctly once a night sort of man.

After checking his emails in his office Erik came back to bed after twenty or so minutes wearing his pyjama trousers. I had been watching television and was still naked. As he came into the bedroom I turned the sheet down beneath my full breasts, which of course as I was lying on my back sagged a little to either side. That said I thought they still looked good, despite my age. I was very aware that my nipples that are always prominent were hard and extended and I had left the sheet turned down hoping it would tempt him.

"You look good" he surprised me by saying as he got into bed.

"What for an old married woman?"

"No for any woman."

"You think so?"

"Mmmm I do" he replied as I brushed my fingers across my nipples.

'Fuck' I thought 'he's interested' as I saw the front of his pyjama trousers twitch. "Why don't you get the camera?" I said huskily.

He did and took shots of me covered, with one breast and then both bare, me cupping them and pinching my nipples and then of me totally naked. We had been doing this for years and, as usual, he got hard. As I lay on the bed naked with one hand cupping my, nowadays C going on D cup breast and the other between my legs I croaked.

"Take them off Erik" nodding at his trousers. He was gloriously erect for the second time that night and I couldn't remember the last time that had happened. He fucked me really well and after we chatted. He told me how much better he felt we had been getting on lately and I agreed.

"Is it you getting used to us living apart?"

"Yes maybe, but possibly other things as well."

"What things?"

"Oh I don't know, never mind" I replied feigning a yawn. "Goodnight darling" but knowing full well that it was my evening job that was making me far more amenable towards him.

*

"Unclip it" the fortyish women said to the young man as she turned her back towards him. She was wearing just a black thong, holdup stockings, high heeled, black patent shoes and a bra cut acutely across her ample breasts.

"Really?" He stammered feeling slightly embarrassed in front of his hundred or so rugby club friends at their annual dinner.

"Yes of course" she smiled running her fingertips down his cheek and neck and onto his chest.

He fumbled at the intricacies of a woman's bra clasp as her dark blue, square cut nails with white cuticles fiddled their way inside his shirt. He got it undone at last and was greeted with a loud cheer from his mates. The woman smiled and held the cups of the bra in place with her other hand as she fumbled a couple of buttons undone on the young guy's shirt. 

"Mmmm nice" the blonde, with streaks haired woman said as she saw his quite hairy chest. She ran her fingers through the hairs on his well-defined breasts. "Mmmm very, very nice" she continued letting her other hand drop so that she bared both of her breasts. 

The crowd cheered and clapped when she threw the bra into the middle of the small dance floor so she could retrieve it when she had finished her striptease or, erotic dance as it was now called.

She had a good figure, particularly for her age for she was forty four. She was fairly tall around five feet seven and carried a little excess weight being just over ten stones, one hundred and forty pounds. Her legs were long and shapely although she felt a little chunky at the top. Her bum was rounded and full yet relatively firm, her stomach had a slight bulge and her waist had seen better days, but was still fairly trim. It was her breasts, however, that were her crowning glory. Full, round and firm they were a delicious thirty five D cup and it was the tips of them that she now pressed against the rugby player's hairy and muscular chest.

"Mmmmmm very, very, very nice" she said loud enough for the crowd to hear.

To loud cheers and catcalls she ran her nipples through the hairs on his chest and slid her hand downwards and stroked his very obvious erection through his jeans.

"Oh yes you are a big boy aren't you and very pleased to see me too I can tell."

The nearly naked woman wiggled away from the young guy and onto the brightly lit, small dance floor. Standing in the middle she swayed to the music running her hands up and down her body. She cupped and squeezed her breasts, pinched and pulled her nipples and rubbed her pubic mound inside the thong that barely covered her landing strip of pubic hairs. Unbeknown to the aroused men she was as sexually excited as they were.

"Who wants to take my thong off?" She asked flashing a beaming big smile to the crowd.

*

I had been an erotic dancer with MILFstrippers for over six months now and had enjoyed and been thrilled by every moment. I had got a fantastic amount of excitement, pleasure and sexual satisfaction from dancing, stripping, touching men, letting them touch me and then masturbating in front of them. I hadn't yet 'gone all the way' in front of an audience, but knew that the agency was priming me for that and, to be honest I couldn't wait.

That brings me on to the other reasons I was doing this. The real ones I guess and not the conscious salving ones I have mentioned.

Although Erik was thinking we were getting on better and in some ways we were that had nothing to do with him and I. We were getting along more amicably because, quite frankly, I was sexually satisfying myself more fully. The charge I got from stripping and having the men ogle my body carried over to when I went home to Copenhagen and to when I had the most marvellous masturbation sessions generally alone, but occasionally with Mike or another cyber lover. On top of that as I performed at the elite events, although I hadn't yet had full sex, jacking off in front of an audience gave me so much pleasure. I could only speculate what it would be like when I was eventually fucked in front of an audience.

Posing for Erik in varying degrees of undress as he photographed me had made me aware that I had an exhibitionist streak. But I had no idea just how strong it was, how far I would go with it and just how much sexual pleasure I could get from it. That was the other reason I was less moody around Erik. I knew that as soon as I returned to London I would be able to feed that exhibitionist habit by performing either, in front of a large audience in a pub or at a club dinner or, to a smaller, more intimate gathering in a house or apartment.

So I had my reasons for my Belle de Jour excursion and was looking forward to gaining more and more exhibitionist experiences.

*

Lisa is gorgeous. Not beautiful, but striking and very glamorous. She's tall around five ten and slim with long, possibly too long for a near fifty year old, blonde hair that tumbles onto her shoulders. She has fantastic legs, a great bum and a completely bald pubic mound. Her boobs have been worked on for they are probably slightly too large for her frame, but she needed such size when she was doing glamour modelling and escort work when she was younger. I had seen all that when she trained me and showed me how to strip in the most seductive way. Oh yes Lisa is also lesbian.

"We think it's time Michy" she said when I visited the office to get my briefing on my next assignment.

They were extremely well organised for we always got a detailed brief on the customers and the events including who we should play up to, let fondle us, make a special fuss of or let fuck us. They also provided transport together with a minder and gave us bleepers just in case.

"For what Lisa?" I asked sipping the mineral water as I sat on the sofa in her office; Carlton was on vacation in Barbados so we were alone.

"Well darling" she beamed leaning forward so that the loose front of her designer dress gaped. "You know what I most want, so it could be that."

"I've told you a hundred time Lisa that I am not into girls, I am strictly a cock girl" I lied, hopefully convincingly.

"Yes they all say that................... for a while" she went on flicking her hair back and coming to sit next to me on the sofa so that our knees were almost touching.

She was wearing a camel coloured dress that was sleeveless and had gilt buttons all the way up the front. Several were undone at the bottom so as she sat each side of the skirt fell away from her shapely, tanned, bare legs. I couldn't help but look and was greeted by seeing a patch of her blue panties. She saw me looking and putting her head on one side smiling and again leaning forward she rested her fingers on my jean covered knee and whispered.

"You sure Michy?"

The truth, which I couldn't or wouldn't admit was that I wasn't sure. Since starting with MILF I had been surrounded by sex of all types including lots of bi and lesbian stuff. I had been told that at least half the older MILF team and even more of the GIRLY group put on les shows for the punters, with many of them having done something with Lisa. I heard rumours that several had not confined their activities with her to work either. Also in my earlier years in Denmark I had been with several women and really had enjoyed it.

Given these circumstance it seemed almost churlish to resist her advances or not put myself down on the register as being up for girl on girl action, but something stopped me. Upbringing, my love of a male erection, fear of becoming more than bi and entering that forbidden world of lesbianism? Who knows, a little of all of them possibly.

"Yes Lisa, very sure, so what is it time for?"

Removing her hand from my knee and sitting up as she reverted to her business as opposed to seductress mode she flashed me a big smile showing her beautifully veneered teeth and said.

"Time darling for you to get fucked."

Both what she said and the way she said it made my heart thump. 'At last it was going to happen.'

"Really"

"Yes Michy really you ok with that?"

"Yes I am very ok, you know I want to do it."

She went on to explain that it would be at a private party of ten or so men who had been clients for years. The guy giving the party owned a small but highly profitable hedge fund and each year he invited a number of his top clients to a dinner with a little entertainment such as strippers and women to fuck. I was going to be one of those. Lisa explained that the basic fee would be two thousand pounds, but that almost certainly tips would double that.

This was another reason, albeit a peripheral one, for me joining the agency. I had become convinced that Erik and I would divorce and I wanted to accumulate as much cash away in my private accounts as I could.

Lisa explained that there were only two guys who wanted sex in front of the others.

"So you'll be with Maggie again, they wanted two MILFS" she smiled.

"Why?"

"Well it's a young man's fantasy and the two that want sex are both in their twenties and prefer us older women."

"So is it the same format as usual?"

"Pretty much. You'll do the first ten minutes or so staying fully dressed and then getting down to your underwear."

"What both of us at once?"

"Yes, that way they can decide who goes with whom whilst you have a break."

"And after that?"

"Usual stuff, flitting around in your undies, sitting on laps, letting someone remove your bra then panties and play with those lovely tits a bit."

"And then?"

"Well then Michy darling" she said standing up and moving in front of me so as I looked up my eyes were at her pussy level. "You get fucked."

"Just the once?"

"No not necessarily."

"Huh?"

"Well only the two want to have sex, but they may want to swap so babe, you might get lucky and get done twice."

"Gee thanks" I replied smiling as my heart started to pound. 'It's really happening' I thought. 'My Belle de Jour is getting nearer.

"And of course don't forget someone else may change their mind."

"Can they do that?"

"Yes, but if they do they pay more."

"Any other rules?"

"Only that if they want sex then they have to do it in front of the others, after all we are erotic artists not hookers aren't we?

*

I could hardly contain myself over the next few days waiting for my 'initiation.' I rang Maggie and we had a good chat. Although she'd had full sex quite a few times she said she was very nervous.

The car collected me at nine in the evening for the drive to Marylebone Station to meet Maggie and then onto the apartment that was tucked round the back of Harrods in a small mews.

"Hello luv?" Maggie said clambering into the back of the Merc. "Just you and me this time?"

"So it seems."

"It's your first isn't it?"

"Er yes as a matter of fact it is" I replied feeling somewhat inadequate.

"Don't worry, I did their party last year, they are a nice bunch."

"Do we er, um do it in the same room?"

Maggie smiled. "Of course, having another woman their adds something."

"Yes I suppose it does."

"And as the briefing said we dance and undress at the same time, so I will be showing you mine as you show me yours" Maggie said rather pointedly looking at my chest and laughing.

Although I had been to one do with her and had seen her body when she came 'off stage' as it were, she had been holding her clothes against her nudity so I hadn't seen her in all her glory For some reason, sitting in the back of the Merc our legs nearly touching the prospect of her 'showing me her's' rather excited me.

Maggie is big girl all round. She's tall around five nine and must weigh well over ten stones, around one forty five pounds, possibly more although it's all in proportion so there's no spare flesh or bulging parts. She has 'big hair.' Deep auburn, almost fashionably red it's long and curly and tumbles down onto her broad shoulders. And of course she has big tits, probably up round the thirty seven or eight double D. And as she said about showing me hers it was those bare that flashed into my mind and sent a little frisson of sexual excitement through me.

'What the hell's all that about?' I asked myself.

We were shown into a bedroom on the fourth floor of the very elegant Georgian townhouse behind Harrod's in Knightsbridge. Guy the drive cum minder carried our bags in had a quick look round and a chat with the host and then went outside to stay in the car until we had finished when we would call him.

Karl, the host came in with a bottle of champagne, Cristal I noticed, and two flutes.

"I take it Lisa and Carlton allow you to drink on duty."

"Only in moderation of course" Maggie replied as he gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Welcome back Maggie and welcome for your first visit Michy" he said also pecking me on the cheek.

Heavily tanned Karl looked to be in his early forties. He wasn't so much good looking as distinguished and he had great presence. He explained that they had finished dinner and were having port and brandy and smoking cigars. "I hope you aren't allergic to smoke" he smiled. 




Erotic Dancing



We gave him the iPod with our music and he said he'd connect it up to the sound system and for us to just come down to the dining room on the floor below when we were ready. I desperately wanted to ask who I would be having sex with, but as Maggie said nothing I kept silent.

We got changed on either side of the bed in the large room. As Maggie undressed and showered I found myself casting sly glances at her body and particularly her spectacular chest. She really was something and I could imagine any young guy with an older woman inclination fancying her madly.

When I came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel she was dressed. As we'd agreed she was wearing a full-length, black lacy robe that had slits up the sides and was cut low at the front. After putting on a skimpy white, diaphanous bra, a matching suspender belt, white, lacy top stockings and luxuriant, white silk, French knickers I slipped into a similar robe, but in white. 

We went down into the lounge cum dining room and I was nearly overwhelmed by the strong smell of Cuban cigars. The room was clouded with the smoke. We were introduced to the ten diners who were sitting round a long table. Karl got up and went to a cabinet, pressed some buttons and our music started.

"Ok ladies time to earn your pennies."

We danced around, swayed, gyrated on the spot gradually showing more and more of our legs right up to and above our panties. The men's eyes seemed to be bulging as they saw Maggie's black hold ups and my stockings, her thong and my French knickers. We had both been taught by Lisa who had told us that at this stage of our show men found flashes of panties and bras very stimulating and that we should always take our time. Hence, we moved around the room and the table getting close to the guys and giving them really clear views of our bodies.

Maggie sat on one guy's lap and rubbed her breasts over his face as I stood right in front of a guy who could hardly have been more than twenty five. I had my back to him and I slowly bent down and touched my toes letting the skirt of the robe fall away at each side thus, showing him my bum in the silk knickers. We both did several more things like that so that we had been up close and fairly intimate with all ten blokes. They were perfectly well behaved and there hadn't been any undue groping, yet. We both knew though that was simply a matter of time, well and more booze.

We did about half an hour and then wafted out of the room and upstairs.

"It's going well. Like some bubbles?" Maggie asked.

We sat around sipping the lovely wine and chatted almost as if we in a café. I liked Maggie. She was unpretentious, humorous and seemed to be a warm and friendly person all round.

"Ok when we go back we get the robes off quite quickly, they'll be bored otherwise and give them a good fill of our undies."

"Ok sounds like a plan, what then?"

"We'll get them to take our bras off and let a few of them have a feel before the lucky ones get to take our panties off. Let's just hope there's no joker who wants to do that with their teeth" she said laughing and making her tits wobble beneath the robe.

"You had that?"

"Yes a couple of times."

After twenty minutes or so and another glass of champagne we went back downstairs. The door was open and Karl called out for us to go in. Actually another voice added. "Come on ladies get those cute arses in here."

Laughing we wiggled into the room as Karl put the music back on. This was a more sensual and slower number. We stood side by side in the middle of the room facing the table and then as we'd agreed we turned round. Undoing our robes we let them slowly slide down until the backs were round our waists. Turning slowly to face the audience, only Karl of whom looked to be over thirty, holding the fronts of the robes over our breasts we began dancing on the spot as we slowly let the robes fall away to reveal ourselves in just our underwear, Maggie in all black, me in all white. 

We still had no idea with whom we would be having sex and flicking my gaze from man to man I was slightly relieved to realise I would be happy with any of them; I am obviously not too fussy where such things are concerned.

As they all drank more and the music got louder Mags and I became more adventurous. We sat on laps, and as instructed by Lisa we kissed some of the guys very open mouthed. They did then start groping and I had hands on my boobs, between my legs and on my silk covered bum. They felt lovely and I was becoming pleasantly aroused. We did the normal actions of having a guy undo our bras, but held them on our boobs so another could pull them off, We shared such experiences around so that they all got to do something including peeling our panties down and taking them off. As always, with an audience of any size being as good as naked in front of them thrilled me.

I had guys licking and sucking my nipples as other pawed me on my bum and my pussy. At one time I had four guys doing something to me and I felt epic. Smiling as I had two guys chewing my nipples I thought to myself 'I was obviously born to be a whore!' 

Karl suddenly stood up and tapped on his glass. He went over to the iPod and turned it off.

"Ladies that was splendid thank you very much."

The rest of the guys clapped and cheered and few called out 'hear hear'.

"We have come to what some consider to be the high point of the evening. Let me introduce each of you to your lovers. Giles meet Maggie." A tall thin quite good looking guy stepped forward and kissed Maggie.

"Hi Maggie, I'm pleased to meet you" he said in a rather plummy voice.

"Yes I can feel that" Maggie replied making the other guys laugh and shout ribald comments as they saw where she had her hand.

"And Michy, may I introduce you to Simon."

"Hello Michy" one of the youngest guys there said standing up and walking over to where Maggie and I were standing in just our stockings and high heels. He slid his arm round me and kissed me fully on my lips. I kissed him back. It went on and on and I could hear the audience sighing and making noises that sounded mainly appreciative. I opened my eyes and saw that Maggie and Giles had sat on one of the sofas and she had undone his shirt. His hands were all over her great tits and seeing that as I was kissed, as my boobs were caressed and as Simon's hard on pressed into me excited me.

I broke the kiss and whispered stand still and close your eyes. I undid his shirt. I pulled it out of his trousers. I fumbled with his belt and zip and removed his trousers. Kneeling down I put his feet one by one onto my upper legs and removed his black, what seemed like, silk socks. He looked good in just his grey CKs. His cock was rearing right up the middle of them and was stretching the elastic waist band. As I ran my fingertips up its impressive length I realised the reason why he may well have 'volunteered to have sex in front of the others; he had a huge cock!

To more applause, shouts and a few 'fuck mes' I slid his CKs down and released his cock. It was long and thick and bigger than any that I had been with before!

Glancing over to Mags and Giles I saw that he was on top of her presumably about to fuck her so I thought we should get a move on.

Still kneeling I deftly put the condom into my mouth, hoping no one would see that. Then just as Lisa had taught me using a banana and as I had practised on both that fruit and a cucumber, which was nearer the size of Simon, I took his cock into my mouth and applied the rubber. Removing his cock from my mouth I was greeted by more cheers as they saw what I had done.

"Well done Michy" Simon said. "Now let's put it to good use."

He pulled me to my feet and kissed me crushing my stomach against his condom covered cock. In just my white sussie belt, stockings and heels he pulled me over to the big sofa. I saw that Maggie and Giles were already having sex. She was lying on the floor on a pile of cushions pulled from the chairs. He was between her legs that were wrapped round his waist and he was plunging in and out of her. It was a very, very horny sight. 

I went to lie down the, but Simon caught my arm and said. "No Michy, like this." He pushed me towards the arm of the large sofa indicating for me to lean on it with my back to him. The sofa was side on to the crowd and to Maggie and Giles who were making lots of noise yet despite that I could hear the sensual sound of his cock squelching up and down and the occasional slap of his balls against her bum. That really was a horny sound.

Supporting myself with my arms and bending near to ninety degrees at my waist I stuck my bum out and opened my legs. Staring at the crowd and occasionally meeting Maggie's eyes who smiled encouragingly I felt as aroused and excited as I could ever remember. It suddenly hit me that it wasn't because I was about to be fucked by a young guy, as appealing as that was. It also wasn't that I was going to have without doubt the biggest cock I'd ever had in me or that I was about to commit adultery totally abusing the trust between Erik and me. It wasn't because I was about to become a whore, even though that was a massive turn on. No, the massive surge of arousal was mostly because I was about to have sex in front of an audience, that all these men were going to watch my every move and hear my every sound as this young man fucked me. I guess then that I accepted my new sexual calling that I was an exhibitionist. 

I felt Simon's hands on my hips. He rested his cock up the opened length of the crease of my bum and whispered. "Ok Michy?"

"Yes Simon" I replied hearing Maggie grunt and moan and Giles groan.

"I'm cumming."

I looked over at them and the expression on Maggie's face and the sight of the pair of them enjoying a mutual orgasm was so sexy I nearly started to cum myself. I knew then that I wouldn't be nervous or inhibited when Giles fucked me and that I wouldn't tighten up. In fact as I felt his cock nuzzling my lips and my gaze caught the audiences' eyes I knew that I would have an almighty orgasm.

As my young stud fucked me from behind I kept my eyes open. I didn't want to miss anything. I would hold someone's gaze, smile and watch him nod or wink then move onto another gaze. The looks in their eyes as they ogled me really was so stimulating. But then equally so was seeing Maggie now standing off to one side with Gile's arm round her waist. He had softened of course, but I saw with a surge of excitement that he was by no means totally soft; god I had forgotten the powers of young men.

Simon was fucking me with long, deep, slow thrusts that took his thick cock far inside me and then nearly out. He was holding my hips and standing up fairly straight or even leaning back slightly. I couldn't quite make out what was giving me more excitement and pleasure, him fucking me, the men looking at me or the sight of Maggie looking on approvingly, her big tits now being cupped by one of the guys.

"I'm very near Michy" Simon groaned.

"Good so am I" I grunted emotionally letting go and receiving the flood of feelings welling up in me as my orgasm exploded. It broke over me like an enormous thunderstorm sending massive sensations through every fibre of my body and making every part of me shudder almost uncontrollably. As those fantastic things happened to my mind and body I didn't as I usually would have done closed my eyes. No, I kept them wide open and looked round the room making eye contact with one guy after the other. It was amazing to see the look in their eyes and the gazes on their faces as Simon made me cum in such a spectacular style and manner. It felt to me as if I was being fucked by all of them, that I was making love to the whole group, which, of course, in a way I was!

"Oh yes, yes, yes Simon" I moaned as I fell forward almost pushing his cock out. I squashed my tits against the arm of the sofa and clung to that as he continued surging in and out and then stopping and holding it deep in me as I felt him cum. It felt incredible. 

"Oh Michy that was fantastic" he grunted falling onto my back.

He pushed himself off pulling his cock out with a squelch as we stood up.

"That was lovely" he said graciously taking me in his arms and kissing me. Maggie and Giles came over to us as all the other guys cheered and clapped; I felt like bowing.

"Well done Michy" Giles said holding my shoulders and pecking me on the cheek. Simon did the same with Maggie. She then turned to me.

"Okay luv?" She asked smiling.

"Yes Mags it was fine thanks."

She moved closer whispering. Want to swap?"

"Do you?"

"Why not?"

"True in for a penny and all that."

She looked right into my eyes as if trying to make her mind up about something, then whispered so no one would hear. "They might need some help getting it up again."

"What?"

"This darling" she croaked taking me into her arms and crushing my respectable sized boobs against her lovely monsters. Before I could say anything or object she kissed me, deep and long and crushed our tits together. They didn't take long to react and both were soon ready for round two.

*

Lisa rang around lunchtime the next day.

"I hear it went well."

"Yes I think so."

"And you enjoyed it?"

"I did yes."

"The sex or what?"

"Both, I loved being in front of them, but then I knew I would."

"And Maggie?"

"How do you mean?" I asked wondering just what Mags or Karl may have said.

"You enjoyed working with her and watching her get it?"

"Yes I did very much" feeling relieved that she didn't ask too much.

"Are you free this Friday?"

"I could be, but I was going home this weekend to see Erik."

"Want a gig?"

"Yes, why not?"

"Just one thing."

"And that is."

"It's a lessy job and Karl wants you and me."



Erotic Dancing Turns to Lust



Not too many of these stories are true, however, this IS a true story of what happened to me last summer...with my next door neighbor, Christine.

It all started about 35 years ago, in junior high school. That’s right, my first “puppy love." Christine A. I couldn’t forget her...black shoes, white socks, plaid skirt, white blouse, sweater, short blond hair, baby blue eyes, and a pretty smile even with braces.

Do YOU remember your first “puppy love”?

I remember my first erection. She caused it, and I never figured out what was going on. I do remember my first love...Christine.

Life flew by and then it all changed last summer. My new neighbor was Christine. I was dumbfounded...she had changed. She was now a gorgeous woman of 35. She was tall, about 6’1," pretty short blond hair, wrapped around her face, bedroom blue seducing eyes, pretty even white teeth.

But, her beauty transcended to her body. Christine had soft shoulders, nice firm tits which filled up her bra, and even bulged out of it. (as I noticed on many occasions that summer) To compliment this body, she always wore tight shorts, which outlined her cunt and ass...a real tease and attention getter. You know the type, a cock tease, but a very subtle type.

As good neighbors, we occasionally chatted. Then, one night, it happened. During a casual conversation, she mentioned to me her “special relaxation technique." She danced naked, all by herself. We all have them...sports, music, reading, etc. I thought dancing naked was cool indeed. My erection came back. She was arousing me...very innocently.

On several occasions, I remember music coming from her apartment. One hot July night last summer, things heated up. I heard a knock on my door, opened it up, and Christine was standing there, practically naked. She had on a tight flowered pattern bra (with purple flowers), and a tiny wrap-around skirt, with purple panties. She had black flats on her feet. I could see the outline of her cunt thru these clothes. She asked, “Peter, dance with me”?

I was slightly embarrassed at my sudden arousal, as she said “Come to my condo," which I did. The music was playing...sultry jazz, trumpets, saxaphones, snares-on-cymbols...I thought...dance to this?

Christine excused herself, saying “I am going to get comfortable...relax...I will be right down." I replied “Okay." Just then, the music changed to one of my favorite dance albums...”Salsa105..."and it was hot.

Five minutes later, Christine came down. I didn’t know what to do, but my cock did. She was wearing black panties, with a black bra...the kind that lets the nipple show. The bra had silver flowers delicately imprinted on the cups. She was wearing a black fishnet dress, from top to bottom, that clung to her body. She topped this outfit with black Cuban-heeled shoes. A “sweetheart of the rodeo," indeed. Letting me see what I wanted to, but not revealing too much. A real teasing effect. Which I liked. I was really embarrassed. She said, “Let’s dance."

As I stood up, my erection showed, but I thought the low lights wouldn’t reveal too much. Not only the bulge in my pants, but the pre-cum some men eject as a part of being aroused, was starting to make a small spot on my front. Women love to see this reaction.

We started dancing, and heating up. Hot music, hot July evening, hot sex, all coming soon. The two of us lightly touched, twirling around. I was flexing my knees, letting her under thighs rest on them. I got bold and cupped her tits from behind. She moaned in soft pleasure as she was becoming turned on.

After a couple of tunes, a sip of two of those Key West Margaritas, it was time. Christine said, “I brought you over here to dance naked with me...let’s do it”! She took her dress off, by sliding it down her firm body. I agreed and reached up to unhook her bra from behind. I slid my hands down to her tiny waist and, with my thumbs slid down her panties. I caressed her vagina from behind, feeling its wetness and her soft bush.

All during this time, we were dancing to this hot salsa music, swaying to and fro, listening to words we didn’t understand, but music we understood as erotic, sexy and groovy...my “puppy love." I couldn’t believe this was happening.

Christine turned around, naked as she was. She was still wearing those black Cuban heels. And yes, a string of pearls done up as a choker necklace. She was SO sexy...every man’s fantasy. “Let me take your shirt off," she said. I had on my Hawaiian shirt, the kind that are made for outrageous summer wear, revealing my hairy chest and broad shoulders. I have a tanned and firm upper torso from many hours of sailing.

I wasn’t expecting what came next. Christine unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. She then went down on her knees and did something I have never had done to me before. She unzipped my shorts with her teeth. As my shorts dropped, with her hands help, my cock stuck out, hard and thick for her viewing pleasure.

We shared another dance, stark naked, as she reached down and pulled my foreskin back...revealing my manhood and a full blown erection. The dancing continued, pretty tits swaying and bouncing, cock swinging, bouncing up and down...torch music heating us up. My favorite tune whispered “All I need." Christine moaned, “all I need, is for you to fuck me, my ‘puppy love’." I was stunned. That hit me between the eyes...she had felt the same way for me, way back in junior high...as I did for her.

At that point, I said, “Let’s fuck, like I wanted to in junior high," and we submitted to our sexual lusts. Two lovers brought back from time, to the present. She grabbed my cock and we went up her spiral staircase to her bedroom. The music had changed...soft muted trumpet “you go to my head..."piano playing softly, Satchmo singing his tune.

I couldn’t believe this was happening, saying to myself “get ahold of your self."

Reaching the top of the stairs, we quickly went into her bedroom. We went to the edge of the bed and she bent over. I went down on my knees and I gave her a rim job. Now, not too many ladies like to have their assholes tongued, but Christine was very cosmopolitan. She loved every second, moaning in ecstasy.

She turned around and said, “it’s your turn." A very sexy woman indeed. I bent over and her tongue was right up my asshole. To tease, her hair was stroking the inside of my ass cheeks. She was indeed a hot woman. Working her mouth around, she sucked my balls and gradually worked her mouth around to my cock. She was milking it almost to ejaculation, but not quite.

In the meantime, I was lightly squeezing her long nipples...not to hurt, but to arouse. She was moaning louder and louder, from sheer pleasure. I know I didn’t have to play with her cunt to get her going. I could see some sort of liquid coming down her inner thighs. Christine was quite adventurous. She had a dangling piece of jewelry from her pussy lips, resplendent with her birthstones.

We continued this erotic play for minutes, then she turned to me and said, “bang me, fuck me, shove that dick up my pussy hole and rape me” I said, “Okay, pussy, let’s fuck...after all these years, I want your sex...NOW”!

She turned around and bent over the bed. We were the right heights for this position. I wanted to use a rubber (a high school thing) but she told me she was okay. I COULD GO BAREBACK, if I wanted to. No danger existed. I started pounding her. We were both humping each other. We could watch ourselves in the mirror headboard of her bed.

As I looked into the mirror we were two attractive people, tanned, and well built for each other. Her jugs hanging down and swaying around became a visual treat for me, and kept me hard. We were really banging away. Screaming in ecstasy, she was saying “fuck my cunt you fucking bastard...shove that thing in my hole and rape me." I responded with “take this, you fucking cunt...I am going to shove it in you until you cum like a hot bitch in heat...take it, you cunt, take it, take it," as I went faster and harder.

After a few minutes of hard fucking, it was that time. I groaned, “Christine, I’m going to shoot my load...for you." She said, “Wait, I have a treat for you," and turned around and sat on the edge of the bed. My cock was pulled right out of her. Christine whispered, “shoot it on me, give me your hot milky white cum, baby."

At that precise moment, a little cool breeze blew in the window. I finished by jerking off, and shot my load on her face, which she absolutely loved. I could see by the look in her half-closed eyes. My cum was on her cheeks, her lips, and pooling on her tongue, as she kept swallowing over and over again.

We then both collapsed...exhausted lovers, “high school puppy loves," wrapped up as adults, in each other’s arms. We spent that cool summer evening under the covers, swirling music in our brains, cool margaritas dancing along. Kissing and sharing the milky white love.

Addendum...This girl, in fact, was my first “puppy love” in junior high school, here in Connecticut. I will never forget her. We only shared one other interlude, before she moved out of the complex and went to Florida. But, it IS a true story.