0 comments/ 40984 views/ 6 favorites Roseybabe's Dance By: Mick1963 The file is buried deep a folder about four steps from the desktop. It's a QuickTime movie cryptically labeled "rbfyo." Whenever I'm alone at home and feeling aroused while surfing on the computer, I take a break to view the clip. As soon as the sexy woman appears on the screen, my cock hardens. I've seen the clip over and over, yet I still feel the urge to unzip my pants and stroke myself as I watch this woman dressed only in a green string bikini dance in a sexy manner and give teasing looks into the camera. And this woman is very real. She's my wife. Roseybabe, her role playing name, is a woman heading into her mid-40s. Yet when you look at her, you'd think she was in her early 30s at the oldest. She's a prim and proper woman, but she does have her naughty moments. Obviously, this was one of them. I found the file while going through the PC, deleting large and outdated files that were causing the system to slow down. The file slug seemed rather odd, and I clicked to view it. When the QT player opened, the first frozen image stunned me: It was Roseybabe, in our bedroom wearing the bikini, her long brown hair flowing pulled around to her chest and over her right breast. As soon as I click the player start button, a distinctive singing voice booms out from the computer speakers and the video begins. "I like your pants around your feet." I recognize the song right away: Nickleback's "Figured You Out" and the voice of lead singer Chad Kroeger. I've always thought "Figured You Out" would be a great strip club song, but I never imagined my wife doing the honors in front of a camera. I sit stunned as I watch my darling wife of 23 years is dancing, smiling suggestively, moving her hands all over her body and then cupping her breasts. "And I like the dirt that's on your kneesAnd I like the way you still say please br>While you're looking up at me br>You're like my favourite damn disease." I begin breathing heavily as my rod stiffens in my pants. I reach to feel it through my jeans, and I feel the moistness of precum through my jeans. I had to whip it out as I watched Roseybabe spin a bit to her right, allowing a great view of the left side of her body. She continues to dance as the music plays on ... She completes the turn so that the camera is pointing to her back and her ass. And what a perfect ass she has. It looks hot when she's wearing a pair of tight jeans or shorts, but it looks especially luscious when the only thing worn is a bikini bottom. She reaches forward to expose her touchable buns, shaking it just like she does while grinding with a partner on the dance floor. She loves to have her ass pressed up against on the dance floor, and has been known to give her dance partner a sudden erection while grooving with her. My cock is now open and concrete hard, allowing me to pleasure myself while watching my wife. Roseybabe turns back to look toward the camera, repeating what she did at the start of the clip. Her hands roaming over her body while it grooves to the throbbing rock music. She slips her right index finger in her mouth, sucking it just like a cock, and uses her left hand to rub the front of her bikini bottom. She takes the finger out of her mouth and slides the right hand into her bikini bottom, reaching for her nicely trimmed pussy. She bends forward toward the camera, exposing her lovely 34B breasts. I desperately avoid cumming at this point. I had no control of the computer mouse at this time; my right hand was occupied with an ever-growing cock. Just like she did after the first verse, Roseybabe spins to shake and grind her ass to the camera. She bends over again, giving an open view of her cheeks with the narrow green material covering the holes I'd love to finger and to fuck. She loves being finger fucked, taking as many as six in her sweet juicy cunt, plus a finger pulsating into her tight ass. This is becoming more than I can take. I feel myself quivering with ecstasy while stroking my cock faster than before. Roseybabe again faces the camera for a rousing dance to the bridge of the song. I now imagine her dancing on stage at some strip club to the cheers and lustful delight of its male patrons. The tiny bikini would give the guys an opportunity to slip dollar bills inside the strings, and believe me she could probably make some great money doing it. Roseybabe now drops to her knees. She moves closer to the camera, once again showing off her breasts. Then, without notice, a male left hand reaches out toward Roseybabe and begins pulling at the bikini top. The top made to wear the fabric could be pulled over to expose the nipples, and that's what this person - whoever he is - does. Soon, her nipples are exposed and she cups her breasts to kiss and lick each nipple. I know the song is about to end, and I wonder what Roseybabe will do next. I'm shocked yet aroused by what I see. Using her left hand and arm as support, Roseybabe leans back and uses her right hand to reach into the bikini bottom and proceeds to slide fingers into a pussy that I bet was soaking wet with love juices. She begins to finger fuck herself. After the final words are sung and the song's last instrumental part wraps you, Roseybabe leans forward and flashes a flirty grin on her face. Her head then disappears at the bottom of the screen. The song ends, and I explode. I give out a load moan and cum all over my hand and pants. It was a pleasuring experience to see my sexy wife dance and tease for the camera. But I also had questions, and wanted answers. * * * I discovered the Roseybabe "Figured You Out" clip while she was away on a work trip. A couple of days after she returned, she had recovered from the jet lag and time change. She was in the mood to catch up on some bedroom loving from her hubby. All she had on were a short, silky red Victoria's Secret bedroom robe and a black thong when she walked into the den. I was sitting in the computer desk chair, ready to confront her about the clip. When she came up behind me and began massaging my shoulders, I told her I had found something on the computer while she was gone. Her response was an innocent, "Oh, really." I asked her to sit in the chair and then used the wireless mouse to click open the file. There, before her eyes, she watched herself dancing to "Figured You Out." She didn't show any emotion, but I did notice her nipples becoming more upright during the early part of the song. As the song continued, she opened up her robe, fully exposing her sweet tits, and spreading her legs while feeling that twinge of clitoral sensation. I wasn't angry, but I asked in a concerned tone just where did this clip come from and who filmed it. I was standing to her right, and she reached with her hands to massage the obvious hard on in my jeans. Roseybabe asked me to play it again, and I clicked to restart it. She never gave a reply. She simply unzipped my jeans, reached in to pull my underwear aside and pulled out my cock and teased it with her tounge during the opening lyrics. By the time of the first chorus, she had taken my rod all the way into her inviting mouth. She reached with her left hand to touch her clit while using the right to reach around to my ass, pulling my lower body toward her. When she does that, she wants me to fuck her mouth. She bobbed up and down my shaft as I pumped to the music playing over the computer speakers. I caressed her nipples and began pinching and twisting them, turning her on even more. She blew me the entire 3-minute, 49-second run time of the song, and it was great!. I was on the verge of unleashed my cum in her mouth, but restrained myself from doing so. When the song ended, we walked back to the bedroom and made up for loss time with one of best lovemaking sessions in a long time. I didn't dare to ask any more questions about the clip. I simply keep it in one of my computer folders for my viewing pleasure. But I hope I accidentally discover more videoclips by Roseybabe. Whatever happens, I'll be sure to confront her - and maybe, she'll respond the same way. Roseybabe's Dance Ch. 02 Five days have passed since I confronted my wife, Roseybabe, about the videoclip of her dancing seductively in her skimpy green bikini. Five long, uncomfortable days. The lovemaking was great after I brought the clip to her attention, but our relationship turned chilly afterwards. Why, I asked, did she do it, who filmed it and why was it in our home computer? She never gave a direct reply, just some tearse response like, "It's none of your business," "It's not your concern," or "It's a private matter. Don't push it, OK?" I could tell it irrated her for me to ask. During my drive into work this morning, I decided I not to bug her about it ever again. I will, in my own sneaky way, find out why she's doing it and who's the man filming her. I'll find out one way or another. At 11 a.m., I was in my office shuffling paperwork on my desk when I heard the e-mail tone ring on my PC. Always curious about who's sending me mail, I quickly checked it. The e-mail was send from an "Anonymous6969" from one of these free e-mail providers. I was concerned a virus or spyware had been sent, but an internal scan found no bugs within the message. I clicked open the e-mail and saw the following message: "Do not ask your wife ever again about the videoclip you found. If you continue to bother her, there will be grave consequences for all involved. Everyone and everything will be in jeopardy." "Wow," I said to myself after reading. I read it again and thought, "Someone is serious about this." The message continued .... "If you understand the importance of this matter, please reply with the words, 'I agree' and nothing else. Understand?" A slight boil of anger came over me. "Who the fuck does this person think he is," I asked myself, assuming it was a man who sent it. I wanted to give him a piece of my mind, but I began thinking about Roseybabe and feared something terrible could happen to her if I didn't obey the request. I calmed down enough to write "I agree" on the reply and hit the send button. Thirty minutes later, another e-mail from "Anonymous6969" arrived in my box. I opened it, and all it had was a QuickTime file. It was simply slugged "RB2." My heart was racing and my breathing was getting heavy. Was this another clip of Roseybabe dancing and flirting with the camera? I regained my compsure, closed the door to my office, downloaded the file onto my computer desktop, and clicked it to view. An image immediately appeared. It was Roseybabe. She was sitting on a brown leather couch that was against a plain white wall. She was sitting in her proper lady-like posture, smiling and looking as hot as ever. She wore a black see-through blouse with no bra on. The nipples of her 34B breasts were errect and noticeable from underneath the blouse. She also wore a denim miniskirt. I enjoyed watching her wear that skirt to nightclubs; it was a perfect fit for her nice ass. It always got the attention of the guys when she walked past them. Roseybabe sat there for 10 seconds, smiling, until a deep male voice off camera broke the silence. "So, what do you like to do," the voice said. His tone sounded as if he was pleased to be talking to an attractive woman. "Oh," Roseybabe began her reply, "I like horseback riding, swimming, reading. I used to take karate." "Karate" the unseen voice responded, sounding somewhat surprised. "Yes," said Roseybabe, "I took it for a few years. I even made it all the way to second-degree black belt." "Wow. That's impressive," the man said. "You do have a fit body. Nice, shapely curves. You're so gorgeous. For someone who's in her 40s, you sure are a looker." Roseybabe giggled at the compliment. "Thank you," she said. "I do what I can to stay in shape." "And you like to dance," the man added. "I know that for sure." "Oh, yes, I do like to dance," Roseybabe said. "Going out dancing brings out something in me that I don't feel when I'm at home or at work. It's like a whole different personality comes out." "A personality we'd like see even more," the man said. "Can you show us a little bit? Please stand up." "Sure," she said. When she stood up, the camera panned up to her head and chest and back down her legs. The camera viewer opened up a little more to get more of Roseybabe and the couch. "I want you to turn around," the male voice ordered Roseybabe. She complied, giving an excellent view of her tight behind in the miniskirt. "Now, slip out of the skirt, baby," he said. Again, Roseybabe responded to his command without hesitation. With her backside facing the camera, she unzipped the skirt and wiggled herself out of it until it was on the floor. Her nice, round ass was exposed to the camera. She was wearing a tiny black thong. "Oh, baby. Yes. Turn around. Yeah, you look so fine in black," said the still unseen man. "Mmmm.....mmmmm.....cute ass.....fuck yeah....mmmmm... Now, face the camera and unbutton the blouse. And when the music starts, I want you to start dancing, OK?" Once again Roseybabe complied with the request. She went from top to bottom, slowly undoing each button until her chest was exposed to the camera. "Mmmmmm.....nice tits....yeah. Now I want you to dance," the man said. At that moment, I heard a knock on my office door. It startled me, but I quickly regained myself to pause the clip and to see who it was. Gerry, who was my boss in the company until I transferred to another department, was looking through the glass next to the door. I waved him in. "Hey, a group of us are going to Cherrie's for lunch," said Gerry. referring to the local stripclub that serves noontime lunch buffets for businessmen. "You need to get out of the office and come with us." "Naw," I replied. "I'm trying to catch up on all this damn paperwork. I'll get a bite later. Thanks, anyway." "Yeah, right," Gerry said, "I bet you're looking at porn again." We laughed. He's worked with me too long to know what I like to do during my downtime at the office. "Must be hot stuff you're watching. E-mail the link when you get a chance." I managed a laugh as Gerry closed the door and departed. I really didn't want to stand up when Gerry was there. He would've seen the raging hardon I had in my slacks. My cock was thick with excitement as I viewed my wife being told by some faceless man to undress for the camera. Was this the man who reached out to pull her bikini top to expose her bare nipples in the first videoclip? It was lunchtime, and my stomach was grumbling for food. However, I couldn't pull myself away from this clip just yet. I had to watch the rest. I clicked the start button, and the video picked up where I stopped it - Roseybabe was about to dance again. The song "Kiss" by Prince began playing as Roseybabe started grooving her body for the camera. She loves Prince's music, and she epecially enjoys dancing to it. This was a perfect song to dance to, clocking in at 3 minutes, 46 seconds. Just like her first videoclip, she shook her body to the beat of music, sometimes turning her back to the camera, reaching for the back of the couch and spreading her legs to shake her thonged buttocks for all to see. Roseybabe grabbed a pillow on the other end of the couch and placed it underneath her cunt to grind, rocking on it to simulate a good fucking she is wanting at that moment. Turning back to face the camera, she peeled back her unbuttoned blouse to first squeeze her excited nipples before giving each one teasing licks with her tounge. She then took her right hand, reached into her thong and laid back on the couch to finger fuck herself, driving two and sometimes three fingers into her wet pussy. Her eyes were closed and mouth was open, she repeadily pumped her fingers into her cunt until it brought her to orgasm. I've seen her dance to "Kiss" before, but not in this manner. I was excited yet jealous that some other man convinced her to do it When Prince speaks the final "kiss" and the music fades out, Roseybabe sits up and smiles for the camera. "Oh, that was great," the man said, his voice appreciative of what he had just filmed. "I loved it how you sucked your nipples and used your tounge on them. You were smoking hot, Rosey. Don't you think so?" "Yes, she was better than I expected," replied a second offcamera male voice. What? Someone else was watching her dance? I was rubbing my cock with my right hand after seeing my sexy wife dancing when the second voice caught me off guard. "You ready for a real man's cock, Roseybabe," the second male asked. Roseybabe looked away from the camera, toward where the voice came from, and responded. "I'm ready," she replied, making a kiss toward the offcamera figure. A white male's naked body, looking fit with some black body hair, walked toward Roseybabe from the right of the screen. The man is visible only from the shoulders down. His cock, looking to be a thick 8 inches long, was as stiff as a cock can get. Roseybabe smiled as the man walked next to her. She looked up at him, gave a submissive smile and used her right hand to wrap around the man's dick. "Let's start," the naked man said. Another Prince song is played, this time it's "Little Red Corvette." As the synthesizers open the song, Roseybabe's head closes in on the man's cock and begins teasing it with her tounge. She swirls her tounge around the hard shaft, and then she opens up her mouth and the cock makes its way into it. She strokes his cock faster, giving him another submissive look. He responded by thrusting his hips harder as he fucked Roseybabe's sweet oral opening. "Oh, that's good. Yeah, that's good," said the man behind the camera, turned on by the sight. Roseybabe was going down on the naked man like a pro. She reached around his body and placed her hands on his ass while he grabbed the back of her head. In unison, her cock sucking and his oral fucking raged. Roseybabe bobbed her head up and down the shaft, her moans of desire growing louder. I'm stunned at the sight of my wife taking a man's huge cock into her mouth. A feeling of dizziness hits me. At the same time, I am aroused beyond belief. My dick is solid. I'm doing the best I can to keep from cumming in my office. I don't know how much I can hold. I wanted to blow my load right then. As the song closed to an end, the muscular nude guy ordered Roseybabe to pull away from his dick. He told her to get on her knees in the center of the sofa, facing the wall. He told her his intentions. "I'm going to give you a good fucking," he said. He was going do her from behind. The man's backside now faced the camera, but still visible was his long cock and the wet cunt it was about to enter. Standing behind Roseybabe, he grabbed her by the hips and gently slid his rod inside her and began pumping. "Faster, faster," Roseybabe shouted to the man, and in turn he thrusted deeper and harder into her. "Yes, yes. That's it. Faster, faster. Do it, do it." The "do it, do it" is her signal for you to cum. From watching her in the clip, I knew she wanted it right then. The screwing continued for a couple of minutes until the naked man turned up the notch with stretch of furious pumps before groaning in pleasure. His body tightened and he unloaded his cum inside her. He leaned forward onto Roseybabe's body. Even though you couldn't see there faces, it was obvious from thet sounds that they were kissing. As he pulled out of Roseybabe's cum-drenched pussy, the naked man stood about 10 seconds to catch his breath and turned slightly to the right. "Cut," he said. The videoclip ended. With the computer mouse in my right hand and my left hand gripping my crotch, I closed out the file and stood up. It was almost 12:30 p.m. and the office area was all but empty. I dashed to the nearest men's room, made sure no one else was in, found an open stall and jacked off at the thought of what I had just witnessed. I washed my hands and returned to my office just in time to hear the e-mail arrival tone. It was another message from "Anonymous6969": "Remember our agreement. Please respect it. Everything will be revealed soon," it said. A black "J" and a spade playing card symbol were next to each other at the bottom of the message. I was puzzled by the symbols. Was this some sort of cryptic message representing the person or persons filming my wife? It stuck in my mind the rest of the workday and the drive home. I arrived home about 6:30 p.m., and I was hungry. The videoclip caused me to miss lunch. When I walked in, Roseybabe greeted me with her precious smile and a long kiss. She had made pasta, and it smelled good. We sat down to eat and made small talk about our day at work. But deep inside, I had questions. So many questions. I wanted to confront her about what I had seen earlier in the day, but didn't. The words "remember the agreement" stuck in my head, so I smiled at my beautiful wife and ate my dinner.