10 comments/ 45876 views/ 17 favorites Stacy's New Hobby By: Jake Marlow When Stacy and I met back in college, she was on the cross-country team and while I didn't play any sports, I did hit the gym several times a week and kept in good shape. We were a living picture of the all-American couple. I'm 6'2" and have blonde hair, which I keep rather short, and blue eyes and Stacy is 5'4", with thick blonde hair that reaches between her shoulders when it's not up in a ponytail. She'd always been lean back in school and once she graduated and wasn't running as much she did put on a couple pounds, but she was still healthy and it looked good on her. I think she was almost too lean back in school. School ended, I started my own contracting business and Stacy went to work as a teacher and then in a couple more years she became pregnant with our son Kyle. Everyone told us how perfect our child would be and it made me feel funny. It's not like Stacy and I are trying to populate the Earth with the Master Race. Stacy put on some pounds during her pregnancy and I know she wasn't happy when they didn't just melt off. She did not go back to work and as a stay-at-home mom she didn't have much opportunity to get out and exercise, which is why I was encouraging when she wanted to start hitting the gym a few nights a week. I'd always told her I was perfectly happy with her after the baby, but I'll admit, part of me looked forward to seeing her go back to a size five. Three nights a week I stayed home with the baby and Stacy went to the gym and in less than a month she was seeing results. I asked what she was doing and she told me it was just a bunch of cardio, but she was also toning up, which meant more than aerobics classes. She did not get her runner's lean body back, which pleased me. Childbirth had some permanent effects on her body, leaving Stacy with fuller hips, a rounder butt and breasts that were at least a cup size larger. I now had the best of both worlds! After a couple months Stacy had lost nearly twenty pounds and wanted to celebrate, so we got a sitter and planned a night out. Also, I bought her a slinky new dress to show off her hot new bod. Stacy was very appreciative and we were all over each other like horny teenagers all night. Our sex life had improved since she'd started going to the gym, but that night was incredible. Stacy peeled off the dress, doing an impressive little striptease, to show off some new lingerie she'd bought for the occasion. When we made love, Stacy was on top, something she'd been a bit shy to do in the past, and even encouraged me to take her from behind. Sex with my wife had always been great, but now it was something special and I wondered if she'd hit that mythical sexual peak I'd always heard so much about. She is approaching thirty. Afterward, we lay in each other's arms, sweaty and spent and I had to ask, "Honey, don't think I don't love it, but I've got to wonder what's gotten into you. Ever since you started going to the gym you've been a lot more sexual." Stacy smiled and kept circling a manicured fingernail around my nipple. I think she wanted to go for round three. "Maybe I'm just more comfortable with my body now that I'm getting back in shape." "I guess that's it." I said, still doubtful. I know they say if someone is having an affair their sexual behavior changes, but I couldn't see Stacy doing that. She could have met someone at the gym, but no, I trusted my wife completely. She leaned over and took a glass of water from the bedside. Her skin is usually a smooth, creamy white, but it was still flushed from our lovemaking. Her nipples were even a few shades darker that their usual light strawberry color. Not only are they colored like pale strawberries, they even puff out from her breasts like the fruit as well. Admiring Stacy's body made things stir and I thought she might be getting around three after all. I tried to picture another man touching those perky breasts and I just couldn't. No way. "There is something I haven't told you, but only because I didn't know how you'd feel about it." Her fiery green eyes met mine with a sudden seriousness. "It's nothing bad." "Okay, so tell me. I'm a reasonable guy." I am, but I felt apprehension creeping up from my stomach like icy fingers. "I've been taking classes at the gym that I haven't told you about. They've made me feel like a whole new woman, sexy and daring." "You've always been sexy, honey." "I know you think so and I've always known I was pretty, but I've always been kind of modest, you know that. And I've always had a hard time seeing myself as sexy. So when Caryn suggested this class I told her no way, but she convinced me." Ah, Caryn, part of it made sense now. Caryn was a friend of Stacy's from the school and she was a bit of a wild child. I thought she'd calmed down since she'd met her fiancé, but perhaps not. "So what did Caryn get you into?" "We've been taking striptease classes together at the gym. It's a real workout, it's not just shaking our booty." "Though there is some of that?" I asked. Stacy smiled slyly. "Yes, there's some of that." She peeled back the sheet and climbed on top of me. I could feel her wetness pressed against my stomach and she reached back, helping my already stiffening cock grow even harder. "How many girls are in this class?" I slowly moved my hands up her tummy and cupped her breasts from underneath so my thumbs could lightly caress her nipples, making Stacy shutter. She loves having her nipples played with and they seem even more sensitive since she had the baby. "About twenty. Do you like thinking about all of us in there doing our routines?" I nodded, leaning forward and kissing her stomach. It was salty from earlier, but I liked it. I licked my way up toward her chest while flicking her nipples now instead of just gently circling them. Stacy gasped and gripped my cock tighter. She was rubbing her pussy into my stomach now too. "Do you guys really strip?" The thought of all those women, probably professionals and wives and even mothers like Stacy dancing and stripping was intoxicating. I'd love to be a fly on that wall. "Yeah, we all get naked and then we roll around on the mats, touching each other and kissing," she said breathlessly and gave me a solid squeeze. That was all I needed. I wanted to be inside her that second. I took her by the hips and scooted her back. Stacy got the idea and rose up while guiding my cock to her pussy. "And sometimes we even have the jocks from the local high school watching us," she added and then moaned as she sank down onto me. Stacy was impaled on my eight inches in one shot and I heard her squish as she surrounded me. She leaned forward and I sucked hard on one of her nipples while she rocked back and forth on me. I gripped her newly hard ass and pulled her down on me while I thrust upward, bringing our bodies grinding together. Stacy arched her back and stared up at the ceiling, crying out my name. She pushed me back on the bed and I couldn't lick and suck her breasts anymore, but she placed a hand on my stomach for balance and rode me hard. I could feel the tight muscles in her thighs and watched as she flexed her entire body on top of me. Not only that, she was using the muscles in her pussy too. Stacy gripped my cock inside her while she moved up and down. As she moved faster and faster I watched her breasts bouncing and the passion on her face and I thought my wife was the hottest goddamn woman alive. She was up there at least fifteen minutes before she started crying out loudly and her motions became erratic. She's always lost control like that when she cums. It's like Stacy can't make her body work right anymore because of the pleasure overload. I held onto her while she went limp like a rag doll and kept fucking her up and down on me until I was moaning her name and cumming right along with her. I buried my cock deep inside Stacy and kept it there until everything was drained from my balls. Blonde hair was plastered to Stacy's face and she pulled it back as she rolled over and sighed deeply. She sucked in great lungfuls of air and I watched her chest rise and fall. She caught me looking at her and smiled. "You didn't really believe me about the last part, did you?" She asked. "About the touching and the high school boys? No, but it's nice to think about." "Perv," Stacy said with a laugh. "The part about the jocks is true. The kids from the high school football team use the gym and we've seen them peeking in the window to see what we're up to." "Really? Do you girls put on a good show for them?" "It is kind of flattering that they want to look, I guess. But don't worry, no clothes really come off in class. Some of the others bring a men's shirt to strip out of, but we're in our workout stuff underneath." "Now you're ruining it for me!" "I'm glad you don't think it's weird." Stacy said, some apprehension back in her voice. "I didn't know how you'd feel about it." I leaned over and kissed her forehead. "I love you, Stacy. It's not like you took a job giving lap dances. There's no audience, it's just you and a bunch of other girls in a room practicing stripping. It's kind of hot, not something for me to be mad about." There were the high school boys, but who cared about that. When I was sixteen I probably would have been doing the same thing. I know if Mrs. McCauley from down the street had been doing it I would have broken my neck to get a peek. And call me crazy, but I kind of liked the idea that those boys were checking Stacy out and getting horny. That's right guys, I've got a hot chick for a wife! "I guess I was just silly to worry." "Plus, it's had its benefits, so I say dance to your heart's content. I just have one question. When do I get a show?" "I knew that was coming." Stacy laughed and climbed out of bed. Stark naked, she started toward the bathroom and then stopped in the doorway and wiggled her ass and arched her back and showed me some moves. "I don't know," she said seductively. "I guess when you put a strippers' pole in." My eyes widened. Damn Stacy was sexy. "If that's an offer..." "I guess we'll see," she teased and went into the bathroom and closed the door. A few days later as I was leaving for work and Stacy was feeding the baby I casually mentioned that I'd ordered the supplies to build a stripper pole in the basement. I hadn't, but I wanted to see her reaction. Seeing my wife doing one of the routines she'd learned in class had been on my mind ever since the other night when she revealed she was doing it. "Good, I guess I'm going to have to get some extra practice in then. I want to make sure I put on a good show." Stacy said with a wink. I tried to read her, but I still couldn't tell if she was serious. Well, I thought, the only way to find out was to call her bluff. I own a construction firm, so designing the pole and getting the materials was no problem at all. However I found when I drew up a simple set of plans that getting it in place by myself was going to be a pain in the ass. I could have asked Stacy to help, but she's not the handiest person in the world and besides I was hoping to just sort of spring it on her. I decided to give my pal Bobby a call. We've known each other since high school and he works for me as a foreman now. I knew I'd have to take ribbing from him about the project, but I also knew he could keep his mouth shut. I didn't want it getting around at work that my wife was doing stripteases in our basement. "Sure I can help you with that, Dan, but when I get my free show?" Bobby joked. "Hey, man, that's up to Stacy. Just make sure you bring plenty of ones." "I've always thought she had a tiger caged in there somewhere. It's about time she let it out." "Hey, baby steps. I don't think she's ready to hit the stage at Scores yet." The plan was to install a removable pole in our finished basement, which serves as a TV room and playroom. I cut a square out of the carpet, which I could put back, and installed a bolted down platform. The problem was the drop ceiling and anchoring the pole at the top. We accomplished that by temporarily removing several tiles and bracketing it into the joist. When I was satisfied that the pole was solidly anchored we were finished. Bobby and I were sitting in the basement having a couple beers after we cleaned up when I heard the door at the top of the stairs open. Shit. Stacy was supposed to be at her mother's with the baby until dinnertime, but she was home early. When she reached the bottom of the stairs her eyes fixed on the pole and she stopped dead. I tried to figure out what she was thinking, but her face was blank. "Is that what I think it is?" Stacy asked slowly. Her eyes flicked from the pole, to me, to Bobby, to the pole again and back to me. "What do you think it is?" I asked. "We're turning the house into a fire station." Bobby joked. Stacy walked over to the pole and gave it a solid tug and it didn't budge. She held on with both hands and spun around it once with her feet on the floor, her long blonde hair whirling around. "Hmm, seems sturdy enough." She looked up at the ceiling. "Looks like there's enough clearance." "Clearance for what?" Bobby asked innocently. "I can't believe you told him about this." "I needed an extra pair of hands," I told her. "Besides, you know we can trust Bobby." I could see Stacy was red. I guess telling her husband she was practicing stripteases was one thing, but having other people find out was another matter entirely. Honestly, if she hadn't been early she'd never have known Bobby helped me and everything would have been fine. "You'll be keeping those hands to yourself for a while now." She bent over Bobby and poked him in the chest and said, "You'd better keep this to yourself." He wiggled his eyebrows and said, "My silence can be bought." "And what is the price?" Her posture relaxed and I could tell she was playing with him now. "You don't expect me to give you some kind of lap dance or something, do you?" Bobby's eyes shot quickly to me and then back to Stacy. I think he felt put on the spot. Fortunately we'd known each other for so long that he knew I wouldn't mind his playing a little back. I could trust he knew where the line was. "Nah, I think that might be a little much, but watching you take a twirl around the pole would be nice." "I could do that right now." Stacy stepped back to the pole and grasped it tightly, closing her eyes. She hoisted herself up and gave another spin, but this time she hooked a leg around it and spun off the ground with her arm out wide. Stacy held herself by the thighs and spread out both her arms. Although she was in jeans and a pink sweater with a turtleneck under it she moved pretty freely. I was very impressed. She kept on the pole, and off the floor, and blew Bobby a kiss. "Is that what you had in mind?" She asked. "Sort of," he mumbled. I could tell my friend was very impressed as well. This was certainly a side of my wife he'd never seen before. Hell, I'd only barely seen it myself. "But with less clothing, right?" "Something like that." He looked at me again, but I shrugged. "Don't look at me, man. This is her thing." I wanted to see how far Stacy was willing to take her tease. I knew her real, shy self had to kick in at some point. Stacy let herself down from the pole and came to stand between us. We had a couch and a recliner down there and Bobby was on the couch. Her top had come up just a little and her jeans were all pulled up into her crotch, which made them hug her ass very nicely. "What am I going to do with you boys? I guess I'm going to have to dance, but I swear Bobby, if anyone ever hears about this hobby I'm going to neuter you." I was shocked. Surely Stacy hadn't just agreed to do a striptease for my best friend. That wasn't quite what I'd had in mind when I put the pole in. She had to be kidding. She could barely admit to me that she'd been doing it in a gym, taking nothing off, with a bunch of other women, there's no way she was going to strip in front of anyone other than me. Hell, Stacy hardly even wears two-piece swimsuits anymore. I decided it was time to end this. "C'mon on, honey, enough is enough. You can't tease poor Bobby so much. He might actually call your bluff." "Who says it's a bluff?" She had her arms crossed and was staring at me. "Like you're really going to dance and undress in front of Bobby? Don't be silly." "Are you saying I couldn't? I thought you liked the idea of me being wilder?" "Guys..." Bobby interjected. "I do, but that's not the point. I'm not saying you couldn't. I'm saying you wouldn't." Stacy looked unsure, but defiant. This wasn't really an argument. Stacy was feeling challenged. She'd never liked being told she couldn't do something, even something silly like this. "Why wouldn't I? Because I'm too uptight? Maybe I'm not anymore." "Guys..." "Okay, I'm sorry, you would, you could. You can put an ad in the yellow pages and start doing bachelor parties." "Now you're being patronizing. You don't have the confidence in me." Was this about my confidence in her? I swear I will never understand women. She was right, I didn't think she would, but that wasn't anything bad. "I'm just saying it's not you." "It is too," she insisted, although I saw doubt in her eyes. "Maybe I should leave..." Bobby said, moving to get up. "Stay where you are," Stacy ordered. I should have just given in, I should have said, you're right, I'm sorry, but did I? Of course not. Why? Because I'm as silly as Stacy. That's why we work so well together. "Okay, if it will make you feel better I'll put some music on right now and you can strip." "I'm, uh, not ready. I can't do it in this." Stacy stammered. And then I made a fatal mistake. I smirked. I couldn't just leave it alone. "After dinner I can be ready. Bobby, you're staying for dinner and then after the baby is down I will get ready." "I, uhm, really, Stacy, you don't have to. I was just kidding around." "I want to, Bobby. I want to show Dan just how sexy of a woman he's married to." Now my back was up too. I wasn't getting her out of this mess. "Sounds like a great plan. We can order in so you don't have to cook." "Good. I'll have to go through our CDs and find some good music." "Great." Stacy turned on her heel and went upstairs while Bobby stared helplessly at me. "What's going on, man?" Bobby asked. "Stacy's acting crazy, but don't worry, there's no way she'll go through with it." "Are you sure? She seems pretty serious to me." "Come on, you've known Stacy almost as long as I have. Do you think she'd do it?" "No, not really, but she also hates backing down. She might do it just to spite you." "Maybe, but I don't see it." "So what if she does?" Bobby asked, insistent and I knew what he was worried about. "Hey, if she does it, then she does it. I guess you get a better night than you thought and don't worry I won't be pissed at you. This doesn't have anything to do with you. If you're really uncomfortable you can leave and avoid it." Bobby shook his head. "If Stacy's willing to strip in front of me and you're going to sit there and let her do it, I'm not going to miss out. I think I've even got a bunch of singles in my wallet." He was smiling. "Don't get too excited there, boyo. I'm drawing the line at lap dances. " We ordered dinner in, but Stacy didn't eat with us. She dashed down for a piece of pizza, wearing a heavy terrycloth robe and then disappeared back upstairs. I was forbidden from going up there to check on her and see if she was really getting ready. After I fed the baby and went to put him to bed, Stacy closed our bedroom door so I couldn't see in. I went back to the living room and watched some college ball with Bobby. Stacy's New Hobby Just after nine o'clock, Stacy called down from the top of the stairs, telling us to go down to the basement and wait for her. I was starting to wonder if she was really going through with it. Or maybe this was just part of the tease. Stacy was carrying this further than I thought she would. I could see staying upstairs and not talking to me if she really was angry with me, but why keep Bobby around cooling his heels? I was intrigued to find out exactly what my loving wife was up to. We sat in the basement for about ten minutes waiting for Stacy. I was getting nervous and I could feel tension coming off Bobby as well. If she was jerking our chains she was taking it too far. For the first time I was considering that maybe Stacy would do it. We heard the door at the top of the basement steps open and then the steps creaking as she came down. "Are you boys ready for a show?" Stacy asked with a shy smile. She was still in the robe from earlier, which covered her from the neck to about the ankles, but her blonde hair was done, pulled back and up in the front and down in the back. She was wearing make-up, more than she usually did, and cherry red lipstick. Also, she was wearing red pumps with heels that had to be a least three inches. The little bit of my wife that was exposed looked like a million bucks. She was clutching at the neck of the robe to make sure it didn't gape open and I suspected she was wearing shorts and a ratty old t-shirt under there. "Yeah, you look great," Bobby said with a wink. "Sure, honey, whenever you are." I added. Stacy walked over to the bookshelf stereo we keep in the basement and took a CD out of a pocket in the robe. She slipped it in, hit PLAY and then cranked the volume up. There was a guitar riff and then a smooth male voice. I recognized the song from the radio as that new INXS one, Pretty Vegas. She unbelted the robe, shrugged it off her shoulders and I think my jaw hit the floor before it did. She turned, walked to the pole with a sexy wiggle to her hips, and grabbed it, swinging herself in a quick, wide arc. I glanced to Bobby and his eyes were fixed on Stacy. I don't think he could believe it either. Stacy was wearing a sheer red babydoll that was split from bodice down, which didn't make much difference as it totally see-through anyway. The bodice was covered with fake white fur, which covered her breasts, though it showed plenty of cleavage. The rest of the outfit consisted of a matching g-string, which concealed nothing, except for the tiny patch of white fur that obscured her pussy, but only just. She turned her back to us and bent forward at the waist and grasped the pole, so her ass was pointed at us and she worked it in tight circles to the beat. Her ass was round and firm, with just a slight jiggle to it, something I found very sexy. I could feel my cock growing and wondered if Bobby was having the same reaction. There's wasn't any jealousy and I was surprised. I was just proud that I had such a sexy wife. It helped that I knew I could trust Bobby not to get out of hand. Stacy bent at the knees, pushing her ass further out and both our eyes followed that ass like we were hypnotized by it. She hung her head back, so her golden hair spilled down her back and then slowly pulled herself back up the pole. When Stacy turned around she was smiling wickedly. She was really into this. She looked from me to Bobby and back again. She slid her hands up and down her body while she leaned back against the pole and pulled back her babydoll to show all that creamy white skin. As I said, it left everything but her breasts exposed. She cupped her breasts, burying her fingers in the white fur and she slid down again, spreading her legs wide as she did. Stacy has always trimmed around her pussy, but from what the g-string left exposed I think she must have shaved everything. Is that what she'd been doing upstairs? Sitting on her heels, she opened and closed her thighs several times while running her hands up and down them. She framed her sex with her hands and blew a kiss to Bobby. Probably because she was still pissed at me. She fell forward on her hands and crawled across the floor to him, giving Bobby a nice look down the front of her outfit. She crawled between his spread legs and then turned around and shook her bare ass as she crawled back to the pole. Stacy held onto the pole and rubbed up against it. She looked at me, mimicked like she was going to lick it and then slid up and down with the pole clasped between her legs. She grabbed it and hoisted herself into the air, swinging herself around it and arching her back as she held on. I was very impressed by her skill and very turned on. If Bobby wasn't there I don't think I could have kept just watching. The song ended and Patience by Guns 'N' Roses came on. To the strains of acoustic guitar, she lowered herself and began swaying to the music with her eyes closed. She turned around and with her back to us, unclasped the babydoll and let it fall away. My heart froze in my chest and I thought, Bobby's going to see Stacy topless, maybe bottomless. How should I feel about that? Again, I wasn't jealous and I was too horny to think clearly about much of anything. When she turned around she was holding her breasts, so they were mostly covered by her hands, but Stacy's 36c's are too big to cover completely like that. I checked on Bobby and it looked like he'd forgotten I was even in the room. He stared at my wife, eagerly waiting for her to move her hands. Stacy walked toward us and I saw she wasn't just holding her breasts, but she was kneading them and rolling her nipples as they peeked out from between her fingers. She moved down onto the floor again, but this time she was lying on her back, opening and closing her legs and rubbing herself through the g-string. I don't think this is stuff they taught in her class! I couldn't be sure, but I thought I saw a wet spot on her g-string. Bobby was staring at her like he just got out of prison and she was the first women he'd seen in twenty years. He was touching himself through his jeans, obviously hard, and I couldn't blame him because I was doing the same thing. Stacy was hot! She cupped her breasts and played with them again. She saw the looks on our faces and jiggled her breasts and gave a little laugh. She had us in the palm of her hand and was having the time of her life. Rolling onto her stomach, Stacy writhed around to the music, working her hips like she was humping something she particularly enjoyed. She turned around, and on her knees, worked her hips again, this time moving her round ass at us with her thighs spread. Not that the g-string hid anything, but I was amazed when Stacy pulled it aside so we could see her pink lips, which were swollen and looked slick. Yes, she's shaved while she was upstairs and yes, my wife was just as turned on as we were. She just barely touched herself down there and then pulled the g-string back into place. The third song was a fast rocker I didn't recognize and Stacy did a lot of pole work to it. Most impressively, she climbed to the top and hung upside down while clutching it with her thighs. Her hair trailed down almost to the floor and she played with her breasts, which hung toward her face. When the third song wound down, Stacy dismounted and stood leaning against the pole, sweating and out of breath. She's had quite a workout! Bobby and I broke into a round of applause. There was no need for either of us to get out of our seats, as we were already giving her a standing ovation, as it were. Stacy took a bottle of water from the mini fridge we keep in the basement and swallowed half of it. She was radiant and walked around in that g-string like it was nothing. My cock was throbbing and my only thought was to get rid of Bobby so I could jump on my wife. "Did you like the show?" She asked Bobby, walking to him with a swish of her hips. She pushed his legs apart and moved between them. She danced a bit, moving her curves. She turned her butt to him and held out her g-string. He fumbled for his wallet and found a single, which he slipped into Stacy's g-string. She snapped it into place and turned around, leaning forward so her breasts practically brushed his face. "It was...uh...uhmm...awesome. Damn Stacy, where did you learn all that? I didn't know you had that in you. Geez." Bobby was stammering and I think he was torn between trying to touch her, like he would have done to a real stripper, and acting like she was his best friend's wife. He pressed a dollar into her cleavage, fanning out his fingers to brush as much hot flesh as he could. Straightening up, Stacy moved so close her knee was almost touching between his legs, an old stripper trick, but she did not make contact. She did, however, pull her g-string out and I know he could see right down to her shaved pussy. Bobby's eyes widened and he felt around in his wallet without looking away. The bill he folded and stuck in there was a ten and he didn't ask for it back. She leaned over again, hands on the wall behind him, breasts touching him now, and she kissed him on the cheek. "I know you would love a lap dance sweetie, but maybe next time. Right now Dan and I need to be alone." When Stacy moved Bobby was out of his seat and adjusting his jeans in the crotch. "I'll, uh, be seeing you guys." He said and practically run up the steps and out of the house. That left me alone with my wife and she turned to face me with her hands on her hips. "What did you think?" Stacy asked, hands on her hips. She slowly stalked toward me, working her hips like a pro. I was intrigued by this new version of her and I didn't quite know where to begin. "Cat got your tongue?" Now that gave me an idea. I took a dollar bill, but when Stacy held her g-string out to accept it, I gripped the flimsy thing and yanked it down. She yelled, "Hey," but didn't stop me. I pulled her close and spread her open with my thumbs. By the sweet aroma I knew she was already soaking, as I'd suspected. I speared her with my tongue and she pushed at my face. I dipped deeply inside her and sucked on those juicy pink lips and Stacy's nails dug into my scalp, holding me in place. But I didn't need the encouragement. I really wanted to make her cum hard. My lips and tongue moved up to her clit and she ground into me. Stacy cried out loudly when I pushed one and then two fingers inside her. She bucked hard, riding my fingers and screaming as she had a shattering orgasm. Just as I came up for air, Stacy pushed me back in the chair straddled me. I wanted to fuck her badly, but that wasn't going to happen if my pants were still on. I tried to kiss her, but she stopped me. "This is a lap dance. If you get fresh, buddy, you get nothing at all." There was a sexy sparkle in her eyes. So she was still role playing. I could go for that, as long as there was a payoff at some point. Stacy planted her hard, round ass right in my lap and ground against me and damn it felt good. She's got a great ass and she knew the sweet spot, getting my shaft between her cheeks and moving back and forth and then in circles. The only thing I regretted was that my pants were in the way! I put my hands on her waist, but she smacked them back and told me to behave. In a couple minutes my cock was throbbing and I was afraid I was going to make a mess in my pants. She turned around and leaned over me, dragging her breasts across my face and she slid down into my lap. She was rubbing her bare breasts into my chest and pushing her pussy into me while whispering how badly she wanted me and how being watched made her so horny. "The way you guys stared at me made me so wet. I hope this feels good, baby. I want to make you cum so badly." Stacy cooed in my ear. I could feel how hard her nipples were through my shirt and knowing how sensitive they are I wanted to play with them, but again she smacked my hands away. Instead she played with them for me, which was very hot to watch. She pinched and twisted them harder than I thought she liked, but by the way she pushed her pussy against me I know she liked it. Turning around again, Stacy worked me with her ass, really moving it and grinding it hard. I swear I did my best to maintain control, but it was just hopeless. The night had been too hot and I'm not made of steel. While my wife was working her ass back and forth I shot my load in my pants, groaning from the sweet release. I don't think I'd cum from a lap dance since I was eighteen-years-old. "Now I know you had a good time," Stacy teased. There was an embarrassing wet spot on the leg of my pants. "If you need me, I'll be upstairs in the shower." She picked up her discarded clothes and sashayed up the stairs and out of the basement. It took me a couple minutes to absorb everything that had just happened, but right after that I was out of my chair and upstairs into the bathroom, shedding my clothes on the way. Hey, I needed to clean up too. I could see Stacy, the outline of her nude body distorted by the beveled glass of the shower door. Her back was to the door and it looked like she was wetting her hair. She didn't react when I opened the door and slipped into the shower behind her. "Mmm, I was wondering when you were going to catch up," Stacy cooed as I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the back of her neck. Her hair was all forward and hanging down in her face. When I cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples, she pushed back and rubbed her ass into my cock, which was already growing again. She moaned softly as I touched her just how she liked, but I remembered her dancing and how she'd touched herself, so I pinched her nipples even harder and Stacy gave a sharp cry and pushed into my hands. She reached back for my cock, but I batted her hand away. I was going to be in charge now. I kept one hand on a breast, but the other dropped between her thighs and she was so wet I had no problem slipping two fingers into her pussy. I moved them in and out while rubbing her clit with the heel of my palm. She gyrated against my hand and whimpered constantly. I felt her tightening around my fingers and her breath was getting short. Stacy's moans were very loud in the tiled shower and I kept right on touching her as she came and moaned my name. She was slippery from the shower and I had trouble holding her up as her knees went weak, but I managed to keep her up and even turn her in my arms. "I love you, Stacy," I breathed just before I kissed her hard, with an urgent passion. I rammed my tongue into her mouth and she attacked it, sucking it and meeting it with her own. This time I let her play with my cock, which was rock hard and while she jerked me off she brought the head closer to her pussy. She edged closer and I felt her slick lips on my head. It was my turn to get weak-kneed, but I didn't let her put it in. Instead, I turned my wife around again. Bending Stacy at the waist, I had her ass sticking high in the air and I only had to get down a little bit to line myself up and thrust into her. She gripped me and pulled my shaft right in. Before her lessons I don't think Stacy ever would have let me just grab her and do something like that, but it was like we were both possessed. I held onto her hips and pounded into her while the hot water sprayed down on her back. I closed my eyes against the spray and replayed her strip tease in my mind. The heat in the steam filled bathroom was stifling, but it didn't slow us down. Our bodies noisily slapped together and Stacy kept her hand planted on the wall while she jammed back into me. We didn't quite cum together, but less than thirty seconds apart. I kept slamming into her until I was just too soft to continue. Afterward, we washed each other, freely exploring each other's bodies and then slipped into bed naked. Stacy nuzzled into me and I stroked her hair. "Oh God, how am I going to face Bobby again?" She said. Yes, reality was setting in. "I think he's got enough class not to say anything, if that's what you're worried about. I've known him long enough to know he'll be cool." "But what about me. Every time I see him I'm going to think he's undressing me in his mind! He's got a good enough head start!" "It'll be okay, don't worry about it. I can't believe you did that." She looked up at me. "Are you mad?" "No, just surprised. If you were going to do that in front of anyone, Bobby is the only one I'd trust not to get out of hand." "I don't know what came over me. You know I hate being challenged, but it was more than that. I wanted to know what another man would think. I know you have to like it." "There was nothing not to like, hon." "Silly, you know what I mean. The way he looked at me was such a turn on. I can't believe how it affected me." "I have a confession to make. I thought it was pretty hot too. Just to see you like that, so hot and sexy and to know that was my wife Bobby was checking out, it really turned me on too. I couldn't wait to get you alone." Stacy kissed my chest. "I'm glad everyone had a good time then. Maybe we'll have to invite Bobby over for an encore. " I couldn't help laughing. "I am sure he'd be game if you're really serious." 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