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Lap Dancer

By: Ray McKenna



The phone on my desk was ringing. Typical day, I thought, fielding another question from my boss. I was pleasantly surprised when I heard my wife's voice.

"What are doing now, lover?" she asked.

"Well I was facing another day at office until you called. What's up?"

"I thought I would let you have some entertainment tonight. Care to meet me at The Club tonight?" I sat up in my chair. I knew what club she was referring to, a strip club. 

The Club was located on a highway just off the interstate. We passed it several times on our way home whenever we took the highway. I had often teased her about taking her there sometime and she often told me she would go. I never took her up on her challenge though.

"What's gotten into you today, you horny little girl?" I asked her.

"Come to the club tonight and see. I'll be there at 5:30. Don't be late, lover, because I would hate to think what would happen if I were all alone in a strip club," she teased. "The rules are you can only bring fifty dollars with you and you have to leave your credit cards in the car. I'm not going to pay for this little adventure of yours for the six months." 

And then, the line went dead. I looked at the clock on my desk and realized I had another hour before I could get out of the office and on the road.

I got out of the office on time and I drove to the strip club. My mind was running crazy, thinking of being in a strip club with my wife watching both me and the other dancers. I made it to the club before her deadline, but her car was already in the parking lot. I took out the credit cards and all but fifty dollars from my wallet. Everything else I put in the glove compartment.

As soon as I stepped into the club, I was braced for a ten on the cover charge. Forty bucks left. Between the overpriced drinks and girls hawking for tips, I'd be lucky to get a lap dance. Better yet, I thought, maybe I'll get a lap dance for my wife. That would be hot.

I stepped into the club. The crowd was thin, but work was just releasing. More guys would be heading in before heading home to whatever was waiting there for them. Onstage, there was a skinny brunette writhing her body to the music. She was already naked, except for her high heels, and I recognized the song was almost over. Her set was finishing up. I looked out into the darkened club for my wife. I thought it wouldn't be hard to recognize her since she should be the only woman with clothes on. 

The song ended and the brunette bent over at the waist to pick up her tips from the rail and stage floor. In the process, she was flashing her ass and pussy one more time, this time free. She blew a couple of quick kisses to no one in particular and scampered off the stage, her high heels clicking on the stage floor.

The crowd responded with catcalls, clapping, and whistles. The lights dimmed in the club dimmed making it hard to see the faces in the club. I was only looking for one in particular but I could not find her yet. She was probably in the bathroom. I decided to sit away from the stage at a table to better see her in the crowd. A waitress came by and I ordered a four-dollar domestic beer. I was going to run out of money on my wife-imposed limit.

"Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for the hardest working tool girl in the trade," the DJ's voice boomed over the speakers. "Give it up for Tyler." The DJ drew out the last syllable of her name for effect. 

The lights on the stage dimmed, then the music kicked in. The DJ was not winning technical points with me. He had the bass turned up too loud as most DJs do these days. The lights turned on in a sudden flash causing me to squint. From the dressing room and out onto the dance stage "Tool-Time Tyler" stepped.

Capping her head was a yellow hard hat, hiding her hair beneath it and casting a shadow on her face. Her wife-beater t-shirt was cut to just beneath the swell of her tits. The front of her t-shirt, split at the top, revealed her ample cleavage. Her denim shorts, also modified, were cut high on the hips and formed a thong going up the crack of her ass. She wore work boots and white socks on her feet, not the typical apparel of a dancer. A brown leather tool belt encircled her hips. It was devoid of any tools but helped complete the look.

She continued to strut to the end of the stage, swaying her hips to the low thump of the bass. Every move was accentuated. At each pole, she did a quick spin, making brief eye contact with the customers sitting at the rail. When she finally reached the end of stage, she grabbed the hard hat from her head and tossed it back down the stage towards the dressing room. 

Her hair, glowing in the light, bobbed as she shook her head and body to the beat of the music. She reached back for the pole behind her and, wrapping one leg around it, slowly spun around as she coiled her frame tightly against the pole. Her eyes scanned out into the crowd. It was only then did I realize I was watching at my wife on stage.

When her eyes locked into mine, she briefly stopped and let a slight smile cross her face. It could not have lasted more than a second, but to me it felt like a lifetime. She resumed her role of entertaining the crowd.

She unwrapped herself from the pole and quickly squatted. Her knees straddled the pole. My wife thrust her left arm out. With her left-hand, she grabbed the pole, taking deliberate time to slowly wrap each finger around it. That was when I realized she was not wearing her wedding band. 

With her hand still grasping the pole, my wife leaned back and thrust her hips forward, gyrating against the pole. Her other hand leisurely slid up the side of her body. She playfully squeezed each nipple, making them stand out from beneath her shirt. She then retreated her hand down to pussy, slowly and deliberately rubbing herself on her hand and the pole. Those hips that used to swivel for me were now shaking for the masses. 

A few guys had already draped folded bills on the rail in front of them. Others were cheering my wife on. I was silent, not sure what to do with myself. My hands were trembling to the point where I could not hold onto my beer bottle without it rattling against the table. I could feel the heat emanating from my face; I was flush with embarrassment and jealousy. But I was also hard.

I watched as my wife stood up and strutted to the edge of the stage. She undid the clasp on the tool belt and let it drop to the ground behind her. When she reached the end of the stage, my wife leaned back on another pole, thrusting her hips forward to the crowd. She reached up with both hands and grabbed each side on the slit in her t-shirt. Slowly, the cotton fabric ripped farther down the front. She kept the two halves up covering her tits. She slowly spun away from the pole and strutted around, making eye contact with each guy sitting at the rail.

Some of the guys were shouting for her to take it off. My mouth was dry; I don't think I could have said a word. She finally looked back at me and smiled again. I knew what was coming next.

The crowd cheered as my wife cast the t-shirt aside. Her tits, once only seen by my eyes, were now on display for everybody in the club. She dropped to her knees, wrapping her arms around her torso beneath her full tits. She unwrapped her arms and cupped her tits in each hand. My wife started to rotate her hips as she raised her tits up and bent her head down. She stuck out her tongue, slowly circling each nipple. 

A young guy, probably in his twenties, stood at the side rail and started to shout. He peeled singles out of a money wad in his hand and scattered the money out on the stage. My wife took notice of the young man. She crawled on all fours to him, her head dropped down and ass raised high in the air. The guy stopped his money dealing and watched as my wife closed in on him. She grabbed his money hand with her left hand, her wedding hand, and pulled it towards her chest. The guy was in a dilemma. If he wanted to grab my wife's tits, he would have to let go of all of his money.

I took a quick pull on my beer, nearly spilling on myself, as I watched my wife pull his hand from her chest towards her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and began to lick his fingers on by one. The guy extended his middle finger and she took it in her mouth, slowly sucking on it. The guy looked like his knees were about buckle beneath him. I knew how he felt. She stopped sucking on his finger and slid back onto her ass. She undid the button on her jeans shimmied them over her hips and down her legs. My wife extended her legs to the young man, offering him the chance to pull the shorts off. The guy grabbed for them and immediately brought them to his face, inhaling. 

Underneath the denim shorts, my wife was wearing a white thong. For now, I held on to the notion that she would at least keep one part of her body to herself. For me. I knew better though. This was a full nude bar as the dancer before her already proved.

Another guy got bolder. He was a blue-collar, beer-drinking kind of guy. He was dressed in denim and flannel. Clenched between his teeth was fiver. My wife once again cat walked over to her latest victim. The guy smiled, still holding the five in his teeth. When my wife reached him, she put her hands on each side of his head and pulled him towards his chest. She shook her shoulders, battering the guy's head between her tits. Blue-Collar's buddies started to cheer and laugh. My wife had an open-mouth smile on her face, her head turning from side to side, showing all how much she was enjoying the attention.

She let up on Blue-Collar's head. He still had that damn bill between his teeth. My wife squeezed her tits together and Blue-Collar placed the money in her cleavage. Before he pulled away, I watched as he kissed her nipples.

I started to look for a bouncer. I had never been in a club with such lax rules. Especially when it was my wife on the stage. Both bouncers were at the door watching the parking lot, probably for cops. Occasionally, one would look over at the stage, laugh and tap his partner on the shoulder to look at the stage.

My wife rolled on her hips to another guy on the other side of the stage. She turned around and shook her ass at the guy. She backed up, her ass hanging over the rail, and grabbed the band on her g-string and pulled it taut against her body. The guy folded his bill length-wise and slid it between her spread ass cheeks. I watched for what seemed like eternity until he finally pulled her g-string from her ass and slid the bill beneath it. As a joke, he let the g-string snap against her ass.

My wife sat on her ass on the floor and spread her legs in front of the guy. She ran her hands on the inside of her thighs and slowly leaned her back onto the stage. She kept her legs straight up in the air and hooked the band on her g-string. She slowly peeled it down her hips. When the g-string was pulled down half way across her ass, she rolled over onto her stomach. She pressed her tits against the floor and slowly slid her knees to her chest. She reached over her back and ran two fingers up the crack of her ass. Her other hand slid beneath her body and started to play with her g-string covered pussy. 

I couldn't keep my eyes of her. This was the slutiest thing I had ever seen my wife do, and she was doing it in front of a crowd of strangers, no less. I was torn between jealousy and excitement.

I watched as my wife closed her knees together and slowly slide the g-string down to her knees. My humiliation, though known only to me, was complete. My married wife was naked in front of a crowd of strangers. I wanted to close my eyes but her naked image was burning in my brain. 

I watched as she continued to dance onstage. My wife was unstoppable. She spread her legs, ran her fingers from her tits to her pussy. She ground her pussy against several of the poles. She smiled as she slithered from guy to guy, picking up money between her tits and ass cheeks.

Finally, her last song was over, though I never heard the music change. I watched her bend over, like the stripper before her and pick up the money off the floor. This time, the catcalls were for her.

I watched as she slowly left the stage. At each pole, she spun around for the crowd. I swear every time she saw me, she had a different smile for me.

"Give it up for Tyler, guys," the DJ's voice came over the speakers. "Tyler will be coming back for some one-on-one contracting and if you tip her well, boys, maybe she'll build something up on you."

Even the DJ, bad puns and all, added to my humiliation.


Chapter Two

Another dancer was on stage but I wasn't paying attention to her. I was waiting to see where my wife was going to come from. I was on my third beer by the time I saw her come out from the back rooms. She had on a white bikini top and her matching thong was back in place. Her construction boots were replaced by white high heels. The heels looked about five inches. She knew I hated it when she wore heels that high because she stood taller than me and would look down upon me.

I watched her make her rounds from table to table. She would stop and chat with a few guys at the table. My gut twisted every time I watched her straddle some guy's knee, sometimes facing him, sometimes with her back to him so she could see the others at the table. Sometimes she would lean against the guy, shaking her ass on his leg. She would get a tip for her attention, other times she would just smile and go on to another table. But at each table she made sure at least one guy got a feel of some part of her body. My beers felt like acid in my stomach as I watched her display herself.

I looked for the waitress again, I needed another drink. I finally made eye contact with one and nodded at her for another beer. She nodded back and moved to the bar. I watched her get my label and move to my table. I needed this beer, like I needed the four before it. I was running low on cash but I didn't care. I wasn't in the mood for a lap dance any more.

"Are you feeling okay, fella?" the waitress asked as she brought me my drink. "You look a little flush." Before I could even respond a familiar voice answered for me.

"He'll be okay, sweetie, if he just let's me take care of him." The voice belonged to my wife. "Don't forget to tip you cocktail waitress," my wife told me. I looked down at my cash. I was down to my last twenty. 

"Can you break this?" I asked the waitress. She took my bill and handed me three fives and singles. I gave her four back, considering I have been stiffing her for tips all night. I waited for the waitress to get out of earshot before I turned back to my wife.

"What are you doing here?" I spat at my wife between my clenched teeth.

"I noticed you were paying more attention to the waitress and not me. I was getting lonely," she said in a baby tone, her lower lip pouting. "But if that's the type of girl you are turned on by, I can leave you two alone. I'm sure I can find something or someone to keep me entertained…" and with that, she turned away from me.

I reached out, grabbed her by the arm and spun her back to the table. In her high heels, she lost her balance and braced herself against the table.

"That's not what I meant," I told her. "What are you doing dancing in this club? Naked! In front of all these guys?" In my angered state, I didn't know if I was yelling over the music. By this time, my wife was standing on her own two feet. She was still bent over the table, her ass swaying to the music for anyone who cared to watch. She propped her tits over her arm that was resting on the table. I was still holding on to her other arm.

She traced her finger against my cheek. "Easy does it, lover. No touching the dancers. House rules. Besides, you wouldn't want the bouncers to have to escort you out," I relaxed my grip on her arm. She freed the arm herself and waved over in the direction of the door, where I last saw the bouncers. I slowly turned in the direction of her wave. Both bouncers had moved away from the door, but now they were standing still. Their arms were crossed over their barrel-chests, eyes fixed on me. "I would hate to think what would happen if I were all alone in a strip club," she said, repeating her words from the afternoon phone call.

I looked at her again. My resolve was weakening. She knew, just as I had learned, she was in control.

"To answer your question, lover, the reason I am here is because this is what you wanted. You kept on telling me you always wanted to take me to a strip club. What's the matter, honey, aren't I enough for you?" Her question went unanswered. "Seems to me, I am enough for a few men here."

"Honey, please. Get your stuff and let's get out of here. Please?" I pleaded with her.

"Sorry lover, but my shift lasts until nine tonight. I have to be back on the stage in another forty minutes. It's a shame that you don't have enough money to have me keep you company. Lap dances here are twenty apiece, house rules, you know." I looked at my pile of money. I was down to my last sixteen dollars. The last four I needed went to the cocktail waitress, right in front of my wife's eyes. She played me like a pro.

"You have got to be kidding me. I have to pay for attention from my wife to now? You're crazy if you think I am going to pay you for anything." I could feel my anger once again rising.

"Sorry, honey. It's a pay-to-play atmosphere here, and I'm just playing by the rules. Besides, if I didn't know you any better…," she slid her free hand below table and grabbed the front of my trousers. "Just as I thought, hard as a rock. I think someone here likes watching his wife get all nasty in front of these men. Don't you?" She pulled her hand back to the tabletop before anyone got suspicious.

I could feel my face get flush again. "Your cock doesn't lie, baby," she said to me. "Too bad you don't have enough money for some of me. I bet I could get you off just by giving you a lap dance tonight," her voice started to betray her excitement. "Is that what you want, baby? You want your hot, little wife to feel you up and make you cum? 

I swallowed down another pull from my beer. My wife rarely talked like this, and only when I prompted her.

"That's alright, darling, this is a strip club. Watching is free here. If you move over to that table in the corner, maybe you can watch what you will be missing," she continued. I looked at the table. It was in the back corner, away from the stage, in a darkened corner. Furnishing the corner was a couple of short couches. I looked up at her again. I had to admit she was looking as sexy as I had ever seen her. Though I was looking at her with new eyes now.

"Well lover, I have a living to make and my time is precious. Don't I get a tip for all that time I spent with you?" she pouted her lower lip at me. I looked down at her canted hip as she pulled her g-string away from her skin. I grabbed a five from my pile and slid it inside her g-string. She smiled sweetly and leaned in towards me. "I knew I could get you to pay me. I just knew it," and kissed me lightly on the cheek. I realized my wife had just played me again.

She spun around on her high heels and sashayed over to the men sitting at the tip rail. The first guy she stopped at was the young guy. Like most young guys at a strip club, he and his friends were caught up in the moment. They barely paid any attention to my wife, instead focusing on the latest girl onstage. After a while, she gave up and moved farther down the rail.

Her next stop was Blue-Collared guy, as I decided to name his. She laid one hand on his shoulder and swung behind him. He turned his head to his shoulder and my wife, from the opposite side, swung herself up an into his lap. Blue-Collar smiled when he saw my wife in his lap. I was reasonably assured that he didn't know the woman in his lap was married to me.


Lap Dancer



I watched as my wife flirted with Blue-Collar while remaining in his lap. She would wrap her arms around his neck, scissor-kicking her legs into the air. Her ass had to be pressing into his groin. Blue-Collar motioned to waitress to come over to them. It was a different girl from the one that was serving me.

Blue-Collar motioned with his beer, wanting another round. He leaned over and said something into my wife's ear. She smiled at him, gave him a quick kiss, and then spoke to the waitress. Blue-Collar must have been buying my wife a drink. I knew my wife, she hates the taste of beer. That meant she was getting a hard drink. 

My wife doesn't have much of a tolerance for alcohol. After a couple of drinks, she feels no pain. And her inhibitions drop. We have shared some nights of incredible sex when she has had a couple of drinks in her. It's like she opens something deep inside her, something she keeps buried deep inside of herself, afraid to let it out. Despite all my attempts to get her to open up to me all the time, alcohol has been the only key to opening that lock. Her normal behavior disappears and she becomes more daring, more experimental. More wanton. 

And right now, it looked like Blue-Collar was going to experience my wife. The waitress came back with their drinks. My wife unwrapped her arms from his neck and took the drinks from the waitress, all the while remaining perched on his lap. She grabbed his other beer from the tabletop and put it to his lips. Blue-Collar tipped his head back and finished his beer. My wife handed the empty bottle to the waitress, and bent forward to say something to her. 

The waitress looked at me and nodded. She left my wife and Blue-Collar's side and started to head towards me. I split my time between watching my wife with Blue-Collar and the waitress who was closing in on my table.

"Tyler wants you to know that if you want a better seat for the show, you better move to the table she told you to," the waitress told me when she arrived at my table. "She also said you'll probably want another drink. So, how about it, you want another beer?"

"I looked up at the waitress for a second, dumbstruck. My mind was racing. How much did my wife tell her? Did the waitress know she was my wife? Finally, I calmed down enough and nodded at the waitress.

"I'll bring it over to your new table," she said back to me. "Better hurry up before the table fills up."

That was when I realized the crowd in the club was getting larger. I looked down at my watch. An hour had already passed since I first entered the club. The after-work crowd had filtered in. In a short hour, I knew my whole world had changed.

I grabbed my beer from the table and stood up. I had to grasp hold of the table until my legs supported me. I took off my sports coat to cover my hard-on as I crossed the club, taking special care not walk too close to the bouncers. One of them still watched me as I moved, his head and eyes turning to follow my move. The other one was busy handling the door traffic. 

I sat at the table my wife had suggested, trying to arrange my seat so it wouldn't be obvious that I was more interested in watching my wife give a stranger a lap dance than the entertainers on the stage.

When I looked back at my wife, she was standing behind Blue-Collar. Her arms were draped over his shoulders, her fingers toying with his flannel shirt and running through his hair. Blue-Collar stood up. That's when I realized how big he was. Even in her heels, he stood at least six-inches taller than my wife. Flat-footed, I was only three inches taller than she was. She grabbed the drink he bought her and, in one tip of her head, swallowed the remaining contents. She placed the glass back down on the tabletop and reached for Blue-Collar. Grabbing his hand, she led him over to the corner nearby where I was sitting.

Both couches were occupied by dancers and their patrons. My wife, still holding his hand, stood in front of Blue-Collar. For his part, Blue-Collar stood there sipping his beer, occasionally dropping his eyes down to check out my wife's g-string clad ass. I could tell he was getting impatient.

"Let's go over to the other corner, there's a couch free over there," he said to my wife. I had to strain to hear him over the booming of the music. His voice had a raspy quality to it, like a person who smoked too many cigarettes for too long. My wife, raising their joined hands above her head and pirouetting, faced him when she heard his voice.

"No, let's stay here and wait. I like this corner," she told him, placing her free hand on his chest and began rubbing. Once again, I had to strain to hear their conversation. "Besides, it's darker here. I do my best work in the dark. If you stay, I'll make it worth your time."

Before he could respond, my wife spun on her heels, turning her back to him. She raised her arms above her head, reaching behind her to lock her wrists behind Blue-Collar's neck. She had to reach high to accomplish this. She arched her back, forcing her ass against his thighs in the process. She began to sway her hips to the music, rubbing her ass against his legs. She was using his body like she had used the pole onstage. For his part, Blue-Collar stood there, a smile crossing his face as he felt my wife shaking her ass against his upper thighs. He put his hand high on her waist and, with his other hand, took another draw from his beer. 

I watched as Blue-Collar raised one of his heels off the ground and slightly bent his knee. My wife must have felt the shift in his body and adjusted her movements. She uncrossed her wrists and lightly rested her hands on the sides of his neck. She bent farther at the waist, slightly parting legs to allow Blue-Collar to slide his thigh between her legs. With Blue-Collar's leg in place, my wife bent her knees and rested her weight on his leg. All the while, she kept moving her body to the music. She turned her head to the side and up towards Blue-Collar's face, her eyes closed.

"See, I told you this corner is better," she said to him. Blue-Collar nodded and took another pull from his beer. "If you think this is good, wait until I get you on the couch. I'm doing this part for free. Wait until you make me earn that money."

"You got a thing for her?" the waitress asked me as she placed a beer on the table. I looked up at the waitress, startled. She was kind enough to grin and repeat her question. I told her I had never seen the dancer before and was just checking out the sites. "Right," she drawled. "Too bad. If you think she looks good just standing there now, you should try one of her lap dances. All the guys seem to like them. That'll be four bucks for the beer." I handed the waitress one of my last of my two fives.

Try one of her lap dances? All the guys seem to like them, I thought to myself. "How long has she been working here? She looks new," trying make conversation with any one to breach the feeling of solitude I felt I was in.

"A couple of weeks now. She usually works only the lunch crowd. This is one of the first times I've seen her this late." The waitress kept my change without asking and went to take care of another table.

I felt my stomach knot up again.


Chapter Three

One of the dancers finished her bump-and-grind routine on her customer and stood back up. She bent over to pick up her discarded top from the floor. The dancer flipped her hair off her shoulders as she fixed her top behind her neck. Once her top was secured, she bent over and helped her patron stand up. The guy, slipped a twenty in the garter and folded another bill into the palm of her hand. The dancer then nuzzled herself against her customer and led him away from the corner.

My wife, still writhing on Blue-Collar's knee didn't notice. Blue-Collar did.

"Hey, want to hit the couch?" he asked my wife. My wife snapped out of her trance and smiled back at him. She dropped her arms down from his neck and reached behind her to grab his hand. I watched as she led him over to the open couch. She turned to face him, gabbing both of his hands with hers. She turned him around and sat him on the couch. Blue-Collar sat there watching my wife dance for him, occasionally taking a pull from his beer. With his legs spread, my wife stepped between them. 

Her ass facing towards me, she started to dance. She kept her legs together so she could dance in the space between his knees. My wife ran her hands up her body, starting at her hips and working her way up. I could see from behind that she was playing with her tits for him. Her knees kept hitting on the inside of his legs causing them to spread farther apart.

Suddenly, my wife dropped to her knees. She sat back on her heels, running her hands in her hair, raising it. Her torso swayed from side to side. My wife stretched one of her hands out, securing it on Blue-Collar's knee. She raised up off her heels and brought her face within inches of his. She held that position for eternity, or so it seemed to me. I watched as she dropped her head forward, her hair spilling onto his chest. She slowly dragged her hair down his body until it rested over the crotch of his pants.

She lazily dragged her hair back and forth across the front of his pants, all the while her thong-covered ass was pointed out towards me, shaking in the opposite direction of her head. She up righted herself and pressed her body against his. Blue-Collar's empty hand reached out to cup my wife's ass, one of his fingers catching underneath her thong near the top. My wife stopped moving.

She turned her head in the direction of the door, towards the bouncers. She kept turning until she locked eyes with me. Her hair fell off her shoulder, veiling her face from Blue-Collar. I saw her smile, then slide her tongue out, curling it at the tip, and run it over her top lip.

She turned back to face Blue-Collar. She reached behind her and grabbed Blue-Collar at the wrist. I thought she was going to remove it from her ass. She must have had other ideas. I stared as my wife raised his arm up. Blue-Collar's finger initially snagged on her g-string, pulling it to deeper into the crack of her ass. Finally, his finger slipped free of the elastic band.

She raised his arm and left it on her back. His hand now resting on the knot to her top. Blue-Collar understood her intent. His fingers worked on the strings until he had the knot on her back undone. My wife withdrew from his grasp. Her arms crossed high in front of her body, covering her tits. She stood up, arms still crossed in front of her. 

She kept her elbows pressed against her tits, looking to me like she still had most of herself hidden. She reached behind her neck, beneath her hair and undid the knot. As she once again crossed her arms over her tits, she bent forward towards him, the strings of her top slid off her shoulders and rested on her arms. My wife started swaying her body again to the music. She turned around and bent over, still covering her tits. She stuck her ass in his face and started to slowly rotate her hips. She was looking back at him. Blue-Collar's eyes looked like he was focusing on my wife's ass. My wife turned her head to look at me. Her lips pursed together and she blew me a kiss.

She turned around to face Blue-Collar again. Her dropped her arm but kept her hands covering her tits. She lifted one leg to the outside of Blue-Collar's, then did the same with the opposite leg. She started to bang the outside of his legs with her legs, getting him to close his legs together. I watched in agony as my wife mounted Blue-Collar, lifting one knee onto the couch to the outside of his hips, then the other. She rested her ass high on his thighs, grinding herself against him. She raised her hands and ran it through her hair, holding above her head. Here was my wife, on display and entertaining the highest bidder.

My wife reached for the back of the sofa. She let her tits massage his cheeks. Blue-Collar set his beer aside and his hands rested on her thighs. My wife started to snap her hips against him. Her hands began toying with the buttons of his shirt, undoing the top two buttons. Her fingers played with in his chest hairs, tracing lazy circles. She lowered her head to his hairy chest. What she was doing, I could only guess, but Blue-Collar let his head rest on the back of the couch. Blue-Collar's hands cupped my wife's ass cheeks. My wife stopped gyrating and grabbed hold of his hands, guiding them to the couch. 

"At least he had some modesty left," I muttered to nearly empty beer. I watched as my wife used his shoulders to help her stand up. She stepped back away from his legs and spun around, facing me again. My wife started moving with the music again. As she was staring at me, she was also backing herself up to Blue-Collar. 

My wife shook her ass close to his nose. She leaned back, resting her ass against his chest, rubbing against his chest hair. She slid one hand behind her to balance her as she put her kneeled on the couch. She brought her other hand up to clear her hair from her face. She was look at me again and brought her hand to the front of her face. She pursed her lips and extended her finger, as if she was trying to silence me. She then turned her finger down, pointing between her legs, and smiled. I watched as my wife's other hand, from behind her, slide down to Blue-Collar's groin.

Her fingers traced the outline of his cock. Finally, she encircled it through his blue jeans. She dropped her hips down on his lap. Her hand still remained visible between her legs, still on Blue-Collar's cock. She ground her ass into him, still massaging him. Blue-Collar once again placed his hands on my wife, this time his hands encircling her hips. This time, my wife did nothing except smile, wickedly, at me and continue to grind against him.

She pulled her hand out from beneath her and lay down on his thighs. My wife raised up on her knees, shaking her ass and pussy back in Blue-Collar's face. Her hands worked on pulling her g-string up higher on her hips. Blue-Collar stuck his tongue out and bent his head forward.

My wife's head shot up, her eyes wide, as soon as she felt the tongue make contact. Her body stopped moving, but Blue-Collar's head was still moving behind her ass. Finally, a smile crossed her face and she started rotating her hips against his face. 

I felt like someone had just punched me in the stomach. I could feel my arms turning cold, the sensation of numbness starting at my fingertips. I no longer could tell if my face was flush. It was as if my body was going into shock, all the blood drawing away from my limbs and into the core. The only thing I knew that was working on me was my hard-on. I had been hard so long it was becoming painful.

My wife finished off the dance by leaning back, her shoulders resting on Blue-Collar's chest. She wrapped an arm behind his head and pulled him forward. She kissed him long and hard, and when their lips parted, I could see her tongue slide back into her mouth.

I watched them as they stood up, she first, then he after she extended a hand out. My wife bent down to pick up her top, not bothering to put it back on. She and Blue-Collar passed by my table, her to the inside. His big arm was wrapped around her, pulling her against him as they walked. I fought the urge to stand up, not sure if my legs would even work again. As they passed, my wife l turned her head to look at me as they passed, a smile still on her face.

I followed them with my eyes all the way back until she seated Blue-Collar back at the rail. She motioned for a waitress to come on over to his seat. Blue-Collar was busy placing a drink order while my wife put on her top. My wife made conversation until the waitress came back with a beer and another mixed drink. My wife pulled the waitress aside to talk. The waitress nodded her head and left her side. My wife continued talking with Blue-Collar and his buddies while she sipped on her drink.

"She must really like you," the waitress said as she placed another beer on the table. I looked at my money on the table. After this round, I would only have six dollars left. It didn't matter to me, I felt I had stayed too long already. I made a move towards my money. "Forget it honey, this round and the next round is on Tyler. She said she wanted to make sure you waited until her next stage dance. She said you won't be sorry." The waitress turned away after delivering the beer and the message. 

I looked across the club at my wife and, as casually as I could, tipped my beer at her. She was holding her drink close to her face. She smiled at me with the straw still between her teeth. She leaned over to Blue-Collar as she prepared to leave. He raised his hand, some money sticking out between his fingers. She clasped her hand over his and slowly lowered them to the table. My wife leaned over Blue-Collar, and all the while smiling and keeping her eyes fixed on mine, kissed him on the cheek. She walked away before Blue-Collar was able to offer my wife the money in still clutched in his hand.


Chapter Four

I sat alone at my table. Intermittently, a waitress would stop by to make sure my beer was still filled. The occasional dancer would swing by my table, smiling, until she looked at the wad of six dollars on the table. I would watch as their eyes would glance at the money and move right through me onto another table. Money made the world in this place turn around. Every one was looking for a payday tonight; the clientele for the best looking woman to spend some time with them, and the women looking for the best price for their time.

I watched as my wife as she made her rounds with the other patrons. She was following the same routine as she had before. She would approach a table, flirt with a guy or the whole table. Taking her time, she would rub her body up against some stranger. Finally, she made her way back to my table.

"Enjoying the beer I got you, honey?" she asked as she pulled up into the chair across from me. I nodded.

"Why are you doing this?" I had to ask. I needed an answer.

"Honey, this is what you wanted. I've seen you with your magazines, your videos, online with the computer. I wanted you to look at me like that. How come you can't look at me like you do those women. Here I am, baby, look at me now," she said as she stood up, arms spread out over her head.

"Sit down, you're making a spectacle of yourself," I told her. For the first time tonight she listened to me. "You're my wife. Those women in the magazines and videos are fantasies."

"Well honey, I want to be that fantasy woman. I came here to see what the attraction was for you. Then I wanted to see if I could learn how to move like the women onstage by watching others do it, to learn how to dance for you. At first I wanted to learn how to dance and get my confidence up before I tried to dance for you. So, one day, after I had been coming here for a couple of weeks, one of the managers asked if I to try out on an amateur basis. At first, I said no, but I was flattered. Every time I came in after that, he kept talking to me, giving me free drinks, and soon enough I really did want to."

"How long have you been dancing here?"

"Only for a couple of months. If you could have seen me that first night, I was so scared. But the crowd was really nice and cheered me on. Pretty soon, I got into it. I stopped thinking about it and just let myself go," she said. "Once my confidence grew, I wanted you to see me. Not as just as your wife, but as one of your fantasy women. That's why I called you this afternoon to come here."

Before I could ask another question, another dancer came up to my wife and said something to my wife. The other dancer smiled kindly at me and walked away.

"Gotta run, lover. Duty calls," she said, standing up. "Are you going to stick around for my next stage dance. I really hope you do, I think you will really like it. Please say you will. Please, for me?" she was leaning over the table, her arms squeezing her tits together, both hands grabbing onto my arm. I nodded my affirmation, I was beaten. She giggled, kissed me on the cheek and ran off towards the dressing room. Before she disappeared around the corner, she looked back at me and blew me a kiss and then slipped behind the curtain.




Lap Dancer



I looked for my waitress, needing my next beer, courtesy of my wife. I watched a couple of dancers onstage, but they no longer interested me. I couldn't shake the image of my wife onstage, lap dancing. Every time I blinked, it was like a strobe light flashed in my mind and displayed a frozen moment of my wife's night. I was torn between wanting to preserve the memories forever and wishing to open my head and yanking them free. Going to a strip club would never be the same again.

"And now gentlemen, we have a very special treat for you tonight," the DJ's voice interrupted my thoughts. "For the very first time tonight, we have two of our very sexy ladies pairing up to put on a show for you. Let me tell you all now, if you could have seen the rehearsals, then you would know this place is about to explode. Gents, put your hands together for Tina and Tyler. Better known as T-n-T, because they are dynamite."

His cliché didn't stop there. The accompanying music was the AC/DC song of the same name. Then it struck me, he just announced my wife's name. I looked back up at the stage just in time to see my wife step out onto stage. Tina, trailing my wife, was the girl that had interrupted the conversation between my wife and me.

My wife and Tina were in matching pink bikinis. The sequins reflected the stage lights like diamonds. As they moved down the stage, both women mirrored each others movements. My wife strutted on the left, Tina on the right. At the first pole, both my wife and Tina embraced each other, their hands on each others asses. Their tits mashed into each other, encircling the middle by the pole. Both women slowly slid down the pole, Tina's legs on the outside of my wife's. They stuck a hand up above their heads, grasped the pole, and intertwined fingers. They pulled themselves up the pole, shaking their asses like slithering snakes. 

When they we standing erect, they stuck out their tongues and flicked at the pole, never quite touching it. The effect was registered by the crowd which started cheering and whistling. And then the impossible happened. My wife and Tina's free hand went up behind the other's head. I watched, like it was slow motion, as their tongues found each other, and then their lips locked together.

I knocked over my beer bottle, spilling some on the tabletop. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing on the stage. My wife had often fantasized about being with another woman, but she had always said it was just fantasies. I never thought I would see her do it, especially in front of a crowd. I, like every other guy in the place, wanted to be on the stage.

My wife bent her knees slightly, pressing her tits against Tina's body. Both women let go of the pole, their hands cupping the other's tits. They kept grinding their bodies to the music. With their lips still locked together, they lowered the cups of their bras. My wife broke the kiss and dropped her head to Tina's tits.

Tina cupped her tits and presented them to my wife. My wife kissed and sucked on Tina's nipples until they were hard. Both women began taking off their tops. Once their tops were off, they separated and moved down the stage. This time, my wife was on the right, closer to me, and Tina took the left side of the stage.

Tina and my wife were bending over, shaking their tits over the heads of the men who sat at the rail. Both women grabbed their g-strings at the hip, separating the Velcro fasteners. They held the separated parts in their hands, rotating the straps in little circles. As they danced farther down the stage, the circles getting larger.

At the end of the stage, both women undid the other side. They turned back to back, bent over, and dropped their g-strings together. Before they stood erect, they pressed their asses together, rotating them in circles. Finally, they turned face to face and began kissing and caressing each other. Tina was the one who broke the kiss this time.

As my wife continued to dance at the end of the stage, Tina went to the rear of the stage. She bent over at the waist, shaking her ass at the crowd. When she stood up and turned she had some towels and a water hose in her hand. Capping the hose was a pistol-grip nozzle. As she came back to the end of the stage, Tina straddled the hose and sprayed a fine mist over the guys at the rail. The mist sparkled with the color of the stage lights until it landed on the cheering crowd at the rail.

Tina reached my wife, still straddling the hose. She dropped the towels on the stage. My wife spun around on her ass, spread out the towels and got on her knees in front of Tina. She slowly worked a hand up Tina's stomach, her other hand grabbing a hold of Tina's ass. Tina, with the nozzle in one hand, was rubbing her hand up and down the length of hose that was sticking out between her legs, like she jacking off a large cock. My wife, not to be outdone, stuck her tongue out and traced the length of the hose, burying her face between Tina's thighs.

"Whoa, easy ladies," the DJ's voice came across the speakers. "We all don't need to go to jail tonight." By the cheering and reaction of the crowd, the show was probably worth the night in jail. The bouncers weren't going to stop the show. I looked back to see the one working the door was in the process of locking the doors.

My wife unburied her face and turned her head up. She had her mouth open and her tongue stuck out. Tina was looking around the room, smiling. The men in the room were chanting "Do it!" as loud as they could. Tina started the water slowly, letting it just drip out of the nozzle on to my wife's upturned face. My wife was flicking her tongue up to capture the water, and bringing her hands to her face to smear the droplets that didn't make it into her mouth into her cheeks. 

My wife leaned back on her knees, arched her back, and let her hair touch the stage. Tina sprayed my wife with and continuous mist from the hose. The water must have been cold because my wife's nipples got instantly hard. I watched as my wife raised one of her hands to rub the water into her skin. She started at neck, outlined the contours of her tits, and let her hand drift between her legs. My wife rolled onto her stomach and pushed her chest off the stage, her arms pressing her tits out to the crowd. Tina sprayed down my wife's backside as my wife's legs scissor-kicked in the air. 

Tina turned around and waved a hand. One of the other girls at the rear of the stage came forward with a plastic bottle in her hand. She threw the bottle towards Tina, only too hard. The bottle went over hand and landed in the first row of tables. 

My wife saw what happened. Without breaking the momentum, she raised her hand. Her finger motioned the lucky receiver to come forward, a sultry look on her face. They guy, dressed in a business suit minus his tie approached. He had to lean over the guys sitting at the rail to pass the bottle forward. My wife grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward, wrapping him to her chest. My wife rubbed herself against him, planted a kiss on his forehead, and released him. The crowd again showed their approval. When he turned around to go back to his table, I could see the front of his shirt was wet.

My wife rolled over to her knees again and handed the bottle back to Tina. Tina dropped to her knees as well, placing the hose on the stage. Both women neared, their tits touching again. Tina raised the bottle over their heads and let the fluid spill on their tits. My wife leaned back, allowing Tina to spread the fluid on her body. My wife rubbed the fluid onto her skin, causing it to lather. Tina was the next to lean back. My wife grabbed the hose and misted down Tina's body. Tina rolled over on her stomach. My wife wetted Tina's back down and, instead of using the bottle, she lay on top of her and started writhe. The soapy foam escaped between the crevices of their bodies.

I have taken several showers with my wife and have never seen her look that sensual. My eyes' focus on my wife's body was precise. I could see the water beading off her skin causing it to shine under the stage lights. The soapy foam on my wife, applied by another woman, only served to remind me of how badly I wanted to spray her down myself.

Tina rolled over onto her back, her legs spread to the outside of my wife's hips. My wife grabbed the hose and sprayed the soap off their bodies. As she lowered the hose to the ground, my wife lowered her body to Tina's and ran her tongue down Tina's body. My wife started at her neck, slid between Tina's tits, and positioned her head between Tina's thighs. My wife's ass was up in the air shaking for all the guys to see on the opposite side of the room. Tina, as soon as my wife's head was between her thighs, arched her back and ran her hands over her tits. My wife's hands cupped Tina's rotating ass.

My wife raised up as Tina lowered her legs to the stage. My wife traveled the same trail back up Tina's body as she went down then Tina and my wife began kissing again. My wife raised up and knelt over Tina's face, one knee on the stage, the other leg resting on her foot. My wife lowered her pussy to within inches of Tina's face. The water dropped from my wife's body and onto Tina's face. My wife raised her hands and her fingers through her wet hair. Tina's hands were grasping the cheeks of my wife's wildly gyrating hips. Tina's tongue was in the air and I could see that it would sometimes split between my wife's pussy lips as they moved above her face.

And then, all the lights to the club came on and the music stopped. 

"Gentlemen, after that show we are going to need a little intermission. I don't want any of you fellas getting a heart-attack out there." The DJ said to a crowd of groaning men. My wife and Tina stood up, unsure of what to do for a moment, picked up the towels, and left the stage. The crowd applauded their act. "Please stick around as the entertainment will be back in a few minutes after they dry the stage. Be kind to you cocktail waitresses and give them a tip, too. They are also working hard for your entertainment."

As the DJ turned down the music to a normal level as the club lights dimmed, I sat in disbelief. I did not know where this night was going or how it was going to end. My cock was hard as steel. I had fantasized about my wife with another woman on several occasions but never thought I would live to see it. I looked down at my tabletop where I had spilled my beer, the neck of the beer bottle lying over a puddle. It reminded me to check the front of my pants to make sure I didn't make a puddle of my own there. 


Chapter Five

I gambled I would have enough time to go get my ATM card after my wife left the stage. I knew she was going to redo her makeup and hair and get into another costume before returning to the floor. I was out of cash and still had more than two hours before my wife's shift was done. I made my way to the door.

"Hey, I'm just going to my car to get some more cash, is that okay?" I asked the bouncer working the door. He looked at me nodded.

I went to my car, opening the passenger door. I released the latch on the glove compartment, apparently too hard because all the paperwork and documents spilled out onto the car floor. I rooted through the paperwork in the dark, trying to find at least one piece of plastic. Finally, I had to reach over to turn on the dome light. I found three of my cards in the paperwork. I grabbed the papers and stuffed them into the glove compartment. I tried to put the cards in my wallet but my hands were shaking so hard from nervous energy I couldn't slide the card into my wallet sleeve. Frustrated, I threw my wallet on the passenger seat, shut and locked the door, and headed back to the club. I had one card, that was all I needed.

As I neared the club doors, Blue-Collar and his buddies were leaving. He was talking it up with his friends behind him.

"…that had to be the best damn lap dance I have ever had." Blue-Collar said, his head turned back towards his friends. "The old lady is gonna kill me for coming home so late but believe me, it'll be worth it. Best damn thing was the fuckin' dance was free." His group left into the darkness, the sound of laughter echoing through the night behind me.

I went back to the club doors. The bouncer let me in with a warning. "Keep your fucking hand off the girls or I will take 'em off for you." I acknowledged the warning and made my way to the ATM. I slid my card in, typed in my PIN, request two-hundred dollars, and waited. The machine responded with the cost of the transaction costing an additional five dollars. Everything in this club wanted money. I accepted the charge and took my cash.

I made my way through the maze of tables. The table I was sitting at had someone already at it. He was doing pretty much what I had been doing when I sat there, watching the strippers give lap dances. My beer had already been cleared away, so I didn't care that he was there. I found another table at the side of the stage, ordered another round, and left one dollar on the tabletop. The waitress brought me my new beer before my wife came back out.

I could see my wife exit from the back area and head over to where I was last sitting. Along the way, she waved to a few guys, stopped and chatted with a couple more, and ran her hand across the shoulders of others as she made her way over to my old table. She stopped short when she saw I wasn't there anymore. She looked around the club, finally locating me. She made her way over to my table the same way she had to the last table, always acknowledging some guy along the way.

"I thought you had left, lover," she said as she sat down. "Did you see the entire show? Did you like it?"

"Yeah," I managed to croak out, then take a pull from my beer. "It was hot, definitely not what I expected to see."

"How much did you enjoy it?" she asked as she slid her hand back down, encircling my cock. "Good. Tina and I got our asses chewed out by the manager, but since you enjoyed so much, it was worth it." She brought her hand back up above table level.

"Can we leave now? Really, I don't think I want you here anymore."

"Honey, I can't leave now. My shift doesn't end for another two hours. Besides, if I left now I would probably be fired. You wouldn't want that, now would you?" she said. "I can tell you like watching me."

We sat and talked some more. She was adamant about staying and finishing her shift. Finally, she stood up to leave.

"Listen, I need to get back to the crowd and mingle before I get in trouble again. Do you need some more money for drinks?" she said as she looked down at the single bill on the table. She pulled a twenty from the garter on her left thigh. "Here, have a few more on me. When you run out, you can get some more, provided I get some more business."

My wife began making her rounds through the throngs of guys. Finally she settled at a table of businessmen. At least they looked like businessmen. They were dressed in business suits, some with their neckties on, others with the top button of their shirts undone. A couple of the guys were really drunk. My wife had to remove their hands from her tits or ass on a couple of occasions.

One of the men stood up. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her off the lap of another guy. He pulled my wife tight to his chest, waved a fifty-dollar bill in her face, and nodded his head towards another corner. I looked in the direction of the nod. There was a door with a pink neon sign that read "VIP Room." A bouncer stood in front of the door. I looked back just in time to see the Suit taking a bow to the cheers of his friends as my wife was leading him towards the room. 

I got up from my table and followed behind my wife and Suit at a distance. She talked to the bouncer and he opened the door, letting them in. The door shut behind them, leaving me outside of the room. I had to know what was going on inside.

"You want in there, stud?" a female's voice said from behind me. I turned around to see a short, brunette dancer dressed in a black bikini standing there. "It'll only cost you fifty-dollars. I'll make it worth your time."

I reached into my pocket, fumbled with my cash, and handed her the bill. She snatched up the bill and stuck it in her garter on her thigh. She took my hand and started to lead me to the VIP room. The bouncer opened the door and we stepped in.

The room was dimly lit, filled with six couches. At the farthest corner, my wife was giving a lap dance to Suit. Suit's hands were all over my wife's ass only this time she wasn't removing them. Her hands were playfully toying with his necktie. She undid the knot on his tie and ran the tie over her body. Finally, my wife ran the tie between her legs and against her pussy before holding it above Suit's head. Suit, smiling, reached up and snatched the tie from my wife. I wanted to be closer to them but my dancer chose the couch farthest away, probably for privacy.

"What's your name, sexy?" she asked me before offering me a seat. I told her as I sat down. "That's a sexy name, baby. Mine is Monique." I doubted that my name was sexy and that 'Monique' was her real name but I wasn't going to question it. I sat down, the palms of my hands resting on the cushions of the couch. Monique straddled my hips and started to grind against me. Her lap dance felt uncomfortable against my cock as I had had a hard-on for so long. I had to shift to avoid the pressure. Monique grabbed my hands off the couch and put them on her ass.

"Hey, baby. Eyes on me, ok?" Monique said as she turned my head to face to her. I apologized and Monique continued grind away. Eventually, my eyes drifted to the back of the room. I heard Monique sigh, felt her get off my lap and turn around, then continue her dance. About the same time, my wife also turned around. That's when she spotted me.

My wife turned around to Suit, said something to him and got up. She was walking over to where I was. I could tell she was not happy by the look on her face.

"What are you doing here?" my wife seethed at me. "How did you get back here?"

"Hey, Tyler, he paid his way in, just like everybody else does," Monique said for me, not helping my cause. At least she had stopped her lap dance.

"I'm not talking to you, Monique," my wife said to her. "Did you take out more money?" she said back to me. I nodded. "Give it to me, all of it. Including the card," she said, her hand outstretched. I reached beneath Monique's ass into my pocket and pulled out the money and credit card and handed it over to my wife. My wife stuck the cash and card into her garter. "Since you seem to want to break the rules, I guess I can too," my wife said as she turned around, walking back to Suit.

"What was up with that shit?" Monique asked?

"Umm…I am one of her regular customer," I lied. "She told me not to get another lap dance from another dancer as long as she was working. She said if I did, she would punish me."

"Oh, you naughty boy. No wonder you were looking over there all the time. If I knew you liked to be punished, Monique could have taken would have taken care of you," she chuckled and started her lap dance again.

I looked back towards my wife. She was facing suit, her top was already off. Her hips were working against Suit's groin at a blistering pace. Suit's hands had left my wife's ass cheeks and were grabbing her tits. My wife spun around to face me. 

Her hand went down the front of Suit's trousers, this time stopping upon his zipper. She pulled the zipper down and then snaked her hand inside Suit's pants. She pulled out Suit's cock and began jacking it off. My wife slid her g-string clad pussy against Suit's cock. With her hand still on the underside of his cock, my wife rubbed her pussy against the length a couple of times. 




Lap Dances Aren't Cheating, Right?



Margot and I had spent the afternoon by the pool drinking more than our share of margaritas and we feeling pretty good. We hurried back to the apartment I share with my fiancé, Mark to get ready around four. I had previously set up Margot with a guy named Tom who worked with me. They had gone out a couple of times and Margot told me she liked him. The four of us were planning go out around seven to dinner and then to a club. 

Margot had called Tom earlier to meet us at the pool, but he couldn't make it. When I struggled to get the door open I realized that I was probably drunk. Ooops, I thought to myself. Just as I collapsed on the couch the doorbell rang, it was Tom. Margot invited him in. He was wearing a t-shirt and swim trunks and had his clothes for the evening in a backpack.

It didn't take Tom long to realize Margot and I were plastered. He began teasing us and that's when the trouble began. Somehow the size of Tom's penis was at issue, Margot began teasing him that he might not have, "what it takes" to please a woman. Tom was very defensive, especially given he was arguing with two drunk women in bikinis. 

Margot found a ruler and began slapping it in her hand and told Tom to pull it out so she could measure it. Tom objected, but Margot wouldn't drop it. I tried to distract her with another topic, but she wasn't having any of that. She wanted to measure him. Tom then conceded, but on the condition that a neutral third party do the measuring. Margot laughed, asking him who was neutral. Tom pointed at me. 

Margot handed the ruler to me and said, "Okay big boy, drop'em and lets see what you got."

Tom pulled down his pants and sat on the couch. His penis was completely flaccid and Margot began laughing at how puny it was. To be honest, it looked pretty big to me. Even soft he was about the same size as Mark was when he was fully erect. Margot said, "Okay Kim, measure it."

Sitting to the side of Tom I put the ruler next to his penis, but I wasn't able to measure it completely. Margot said, "You're going to have to hold it against the ruler sweetheart!"

Before I really thought about it, I blame the alcohol, I took my coworker's penis in my hand and held it. It was heavier than I imagined. It was growing with every second. I held the ruler against the base and it read 5 inches, then 6, 7, 8 and once it was completely erect almost 9 inches. Besides the length, the shocking part was how big around it was; when I held Mike's penis I could close my fingers around him, but with Tom I barely came halfway. 

Margot elbowed me saying, "Seen enough?"

I regained my composure, released Tom's monster and stood up. Margot took my place and took Tom's penis in her hand. He had pre-cum on the tip and she began stroking him. Margot asked, "Does this feel good?"

Tom shifted uncomfortably, "It is fine, but..."

Margot inquired, "But what?"

Tom looked at me and said, "But, I would prefer if 'she' was doing it..."

Margot slapped him, stood up and stormed out of the apartment. 

I stood there shocked. Tom sat there, his pants around his ankles and his semi-erect penis staring at me. I stared back, evidently noticeably. 

Tom smiled and said, "Are you aroused?"

I shifted uncomfortably and asked, "Um, why do you ask?"

Tom pointed at my bikini bottoms, they were soaking wet. The moisture formed a dark area that was completely obvious to anyone who was looking at my crotch. I responded, "Oh..."

Tom asked, "So how about it?"

I was staring at his penis, it was getting harder and harder as I did. Tom grabbed my hand and pulled me down on the couch and then put my hand on his cock. Almost involuntarily I squeezed him and began rubbing him like Margot. Then I realized what I was doing and said, "Tom, I can't do this..."

Tom asked, "Why not? Because of Mike? Didn't you catch him coming home from a strip club last week?"

I pulled my hand away, specifically avoiding looking at his penis, "Tom, I can't. Mike didn't get a blowjob, he just got a couple of lap dances. This is completely different."

I stood up, ready to follow Margot, but then Tom then said, "Okay, then give me a lap dance."

I laughed as Tom pulled me on his lap. Straddling him as he leaned back on the couch he pressed his massive penis against my wet bikini bottoms. I felt his penis pressing against my vagina and I couldn't help but press back. I began humping his penis. Tom tried to kiss me, but I pushed him away saying, "I can't do that."

Tom grasped my waist and asked, "So just the lap dance?"

Almost breathlessly I said, "Yes... this is it."

Just as I confirmed the limits Tom slid my bikini bottoms to the side allowing his penis to come in direct contact with my vagina. The moisture allowed me to slide more smoothly and farther over Tom's penis. Tom untied the straps on each side of the bikini bottoms and pulled them off as I continued to slide up and down his penis.

Almost as soon as I realized what I was doing I stopped and said, "Tom, really I can't do this, I can't do this, we have to stop."

Tom said, "I am almost done, just a little longer, doesn't it feel good?"

I responded, "It does, too good in fact. I just have to stop. We work together and you are friends with Mike"

Tom responded, "Do you think Mike stopped when that stripper with the fake tits and nasty tattoos was grinding his package? Do you think he had a dose of guilt rush over him as he stopped before he came?"

I responded, "No, but this is different."

Tom shifted his hips and lifted my body and began rubbing his cock against me again. It felt good. I was about to cum myself. I didn't want to stop. I just couldn't do this to Mike.

Then Tom pressed the tip of his penis against my vagina, it felt so good. I wanted him to press it further, but I lifted up so that I wasn't tempted. I began grinding his shaft again, almost in self defense saying, "Okay, just a little more, but as soon as you are done we have to stop, okay?"

Tom nodded and we pressed on. Tom had my hips firmly in his hands. I began cumming and Tom knew it. He began pulling me farther and farther up his shaft. Soon I could feel the tip of his cock against my vagina with each thrust. I asked, "Are you almost done, I don't know how much more I can stand."

Meaning, of course, how much I could stand before I let him fuck me. He wanted to fuck me and I wanted him to. He was teasing me, I knew it. We kept going, I kept cumming and then I felt it, Tom slid the tip of his cock into me at the top of the thrust. It slid out quickly as I slid down his shaft. It happened again and then again. Tom was fucking me with the tip of his penis, I wanted to feel him inside of me. 

Just then the door opened, it was Margot. She saw us and immediately rushed over to me and pulled me off of him. She led me to my bedroom. Margot said in a harsh, but hushed tone, "What were you thinking?"

I sat on the edge of the bed and began to cry. I couldn't believe what I had just done. I explained that it just happened, that Tom's penis never really penetrated me. I tried to convince her and myself that nothing had happened. She took me to the shower and turned on the water. She barked at me to clean myself up and get ready for Mike to come home. 

Dinner was awkward, but afterward at the club Tom began teasing Mike about going to a strip club since he was such a fan of lap dances. Mike was caught off guard. Tom kept pressing. He asked, "How would you feel if Kim decided to give another man a lap dance?"

Margot and I began drinking heavily and tried to ignore the meltdown going on between Tom and Mike. Mike turned his anger toward me, yelling at me because I shared our private lives with my coworker. I yelled back and told Mike he should watch me give Tom a lap dance. 

I slid around the booth to where Tom was sitting, Mike was glaring at me from the other side of the table. He all but dared me to do it. Tom's pants were unzipped and as I turned my back to him I lifted up my dress as I sat on his lap. When I lowered myself on his lap, Mike and Margot didn't notice that Tom's penis slid inside of me. What looked like a lap dance was actually intercourse. 

Mike began laughing at Tom's expression suggesting, "I think good ol Tom is going to blow a wad in his pants." 

Then Tom started cumming, Mike really caused a ruckus, at least until I told him to look under the table. I lifted my skirt so that he could see Tom was inside of me. Mike watched for a moment, not really believing what he was seeing. Then Mike looked at me, perhaps the most hurt look I have ever seen. I even felt a little bad, but then I started having an orgasm of my own.



Lap Dancing



My fiancée' Sarah is one of those special women who enjoys hearing about my experiences with other girls. So much so, that we have agreed that I can take any reasonable opportunity for extra action - as long as she gets to hear about it afterward. This usually happens in bed, and we have amazing sex as I tell her of my lurid adventures. Is that a great way to run a relationship, or what?

Sarah recently asked me to do something I had told her about. She was intrigued by my stories of going to strip clubs in the past, especially when I explained about lap dances. I had always found it erotic to have a complete stranger grind around on me naked. Since I hadn't gone to club in a long time, Sarah suggested that I go for a lap dance, and then tell her about it when I got home. Being the attentive and devoted partner I am, off I went.

The Blue Room had changed a bit since I had last visited. The first thing I noticed was that they had closed off an area especially for lap dances. I took this as a good sign, because establishments that go to this trouble are sometimes more permissive about what goes on back there.

The music was loud, with the bass turned up. I could feel it thumping in my chest as I paid the cover charge. A slight adrenaline rush had always accompanied me when I entered a club, and I welcomed the feeling like an old friend. I was excited about playing my old game again - the game of lap dancing. The object is to get maximal "hands-on" action with the dancer. There is only one real rule to this game - you WILL end up spending a lot of money. Oh, there are house rules at every club about not touching the dancers, but those rules often go out the window when you wave a fifty-dollar bill. I don't mind that part - the girls work hard, and they deserve to make all they can. To me, it is a reasonable transaction. It's a bonus if the girl is also friendly and personable. For my part, I dress nicely but casually, and I try never to be rude or lecherous. The girls seem to appreciate this, and I feel it is a good arrangement for all. I have some fun, they make some money. Everybody's happy.

After finding a secluded seat I bought the obligatory drink from a scantily clad waitress. I like to sit in semi-darkness when looking for lap dances. The girls are a bit slower to find me, which allows more time to observe them before the inevitable haggling begins. I try to watch all the girls before selecting one for a lap dance, looking for signs that she might bend the rules once we are in the private VIP room. Often, girls will try to persuade me through various means to take them into the back room, and it often works.

I watched the girls dance for a while, until I saw the one I wanted. Long blonde hair, slim body, belly button piercing, and REALLY cute nipples topping off what I guessed were 32c's. Nice eyes too. This was an all-nude club with a bar the girls could stand on, and she was trolling for tips. I moved to the bar a few seats in advance of where she was. She soon squatted in front of me, putting her pussy about a foot from my face, but somehow retained her dignity. Her smile was genuine and infectious, and she thankfully lacked the tired expression, or outright malice one sometimes sees in this situation. She gave her name as April as she reclined on the bar and spread her legs. I found it charming when she picked up my drink from next to her thigh and moved it so I could have an unobstructed view of her charms. She peeled back her pussy lips with her fingers, expecting me to drool and tip. 

My strategy in this situation is to decline to stare at the girl's crotch. Unless I'm doing some meaningful work down there, I prefer to look a girl in the eye. Many dancers find this refreshing. I told her she was very beautiful, and asked if she was available for a lap dance. April beamed, hopped down off the bar and slid into a small dress. We walked hand in hand to the back room, and she led me to a bench set into a dark corner. Figuring I would be there for a while, I gave her enough money to last several songs (this amounted to a large percentage of my weekly paycheck!).

She sat on my lap with her back to me and eased down her dress. I slid my hands around on her thighs and ass, and then worked around to her stomach. Her navel piercing complimented her flat stomach wonderfully, and I spent some time feeling her abs ripple as she twisted in my lap. I moved my hands experimentally up her sides, expecting her to gently guide them away from her breasts - but she didn't. I moved my hands slowly onto her firm breasts, and she just arched her back, leaned into me, and started grinding herself into my cock. I was really surprised by this - I had never been able to go this far during a lap dance without adding significantly more money first.

Her tits were just perfect. Medium sized, incredible shape. She had small little nipples that stuck out like the proverbial pencil erasers. I really enjoyed feeling them poke into the palms of my hands, as she leaned her head back to chew on my ear.

After a while she got up and turned toward me, and straddled my lap, having first removed her dress. She let me suck on her nipples, and I loved how hard and excited they felt. But it was even better when I looked her in the eye while I pinched her nipples. I rolled them between my thumb and finger and sometimes pinched them hard. She seemed to actually enjoy it (or at least acted very well!), closing her eyes and sighing next to my ear. She started kissing my neck, and then put her hand on my cock!

This really took me by surprise, and kicked up my excitement tenfold. I hadn't worn underwear, so it was great having her rub my cock through just my thin slacks. I was rock hard already, so her squeezing hand got to me in a hurry. She smiled, and said my cock felt pretty big. Probably a line she used often, but who was I to argue?

It went on like this for a few minutes. I was feeling her up all over, and she kept rubbing my cock through my pants. Then she put her arms around my neck and started humping me really hard. I could actually feel her pussy sliding up and down on my cock, and about a minute of this made me come really hard in my pants. My timing was good, in that the song ran out just after I came, so I don't think she got messy from me coming. 

I thanked her profusely (and sincerely), and tipped her an extra twenty dollars. Walking out of the VIP room and collapsing onto one of the bar stools, I felt completely worn out and sorely in need of a nap! 

When I got home Sarah and I leaped into bed, and I told her the story while we made love. She loved hearing what had happened just two hours before, and told me excitedly that she could smell April's perfume on me. I thanked my guardian angels for sending me a girl like this. She's a keeper, and I plan on telling her many more stories in the future.

Epilogue:

This is a true story, and I would like to add one thought for those of you who might try to duplicate this experience. Dancers at exotic clubs have to put up with a lot of rude and pushy men. So guys, please do us all a favor and be nice when you go into these places. Expect to spend some money, and remember that these girls are people too. 

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Comments and criticism encouraged.



Lap Dancing



My wife and I were feeling adventurous and decided to go to a strip club. Neither of us had ever been but thought it would be erotic. As we entered, we noticed that my wife was the only non-working female in the club, which led to her being noticed as well.

We sat down and ordered a couple of drinks and started watching the show. A couple of guys at a table next to us would make funny comments with us and we joked around as the dancers and girls came and went. Eventually, one of the guys said he was buying me a lap-dance. I looked over at my wife and she just laughed and said, “Go ahead, it’ll be fun.”

A really nice looking woman came over and started dancing around me and finally made her way to my lap. I couldn’t believe there was a naked woman on my lap with my wife watching. Regardless, my cock had a mind of it’s own and was painfully stiff and only became stiffer as she leaned over and asked if my dick liked her grinding her pussy on it?

I could only shake my head yes. With that, she told me to move my dick so that it’s laying upright against my belly. She stood up somewhat as I reached into my pants and moved my cock up. I then noticed that one of the friendly guys at the table was whispering something to my wife and she was giggling. His hand was on her leg and she didn’t seem to mind as she watched the dancer grind into me. The dancer’s tits bounced as she moved and it was all I could do to keep from touching them. She again leaned over and asked if she could make me cum. She continued to whisper in my ear until I felt the liquid well up to the point that I couldn’t control it. I looked over at my wife and I could tell this was making her very hot, especially since the man’s hand was now petting her clit through her panties.

Once I had recovered and the dancer slid off of me, I moved my chair back to the table. My wife leaned over and asked if I enjoyed it. I smiled and gave her a kiss. I then asked if she was having fun with the guy that was talking to her. She said that he seemed really nice and asked her if she wanted to go to a hotel with him. She then said that maybe it’s my turn to watch. We had never done this before and I was a little nervous as was she, but agreed. 

She got up and went over and whispered something to the guy. He looked over and smiled and said something back. When she returned, she said that he would like to bring his friend too. 

We all got up and walked out of the building. As we discussed what hotel to go to, my wife said that she would like to go with them and have me follow. I agreed and we were off.

My wife sat in the front between the two. It was dark and I could see their silhouettes in the rear window. The hotel was about 20 minutes away and about 5 minutes into the trip, I saw my wife’s head disappear. There were only two visible heads. A panic took me as the realization of what she may be doing and being done to her took hold. Fantasy is one thing but reality is another.

After another 5 minutes, her head popped back up and then went down again toward the passenger side and didn’t reappear until we drove into the hotel parking lot. 

I went in and took care of the hotel arrangements and then came back to find my wife being heavily fondled. I knew that she had given them both blowjobs and could smell the cum on her breath. She smiled and took the room key and headed for the door.

As we entered the room, she told me to pull up a chair and enjoy the show. She immediately started kissing one of the men. He was a tall muscular black man who she seemed to find particularly attractive. The other man was also black, tall but very skinny. In minutes, it seemed that her cloths were off and she was spread on the bed as one continued necking with her and the other starting eating her pussy. The contrast between them was hot. She has very white skin and large pink nipples. 

As the one man continued to eat her out, the other man moved up and said, “Do want to suck my cock again bitch?” He then looked over at me and said that she was a bitch of a cocksucker. As he talked to me, I could see her licking and sucking his cock. Before long, she stopped as the other man brought her to orgasm. It was a light orgasm for her, but one that changed her breathing.

The man who was eating her stopped and looked up saying, “I think your pussy is ready for my meat babe.” He moved over and sat on the bed and told my wife that it was his turn for some lap time. As she stood, he positioned her facing away from him and then pulled her ass down to his prick. She reached under and rubbed his long, skinny dick up and down her wet pussy. I had mixed emotions watching my wife slowly rubbing another cock on her pussy, knowing that she wanted it and that he would be fucking her in moments. As she was rubbing his cock on her, he became impatient and pulled her down, impaling her on his dark pole. She let out a loud moan as she was stuffed to his balls. He then said, “OK you fucking bitch, start working my cock in you. I want you up and down on my cock.” As she bounced on his cock, his hands reached up and around and started pulling her nipples down hard. It was incredibly erotic watching his black cock disappear and reappear in her red pussy. I couldn’t believe I was watching my wife get fucked. As they fucked, his partner moved her hand to his cock and told her to start jacking him. His cock was fat and long. Her fingers couldn’t touch as they circled his pole. 

In no time, she was screaming through another orgasm. The man fucking her said, “Now slip my cock out of your bitch hole and jack me.” She rose up and then sat back down to jack him. It looked like she had grown a giant black cock as she pumped his shiny, pussy juiced cock. In minutes, he started shooting thick ropes of white hot cum into the air which landed on the carpet with some hitting me. (I think she aimed it so it would.) Once she had milked all the cum out that she could, she licked her hand clean and then moved around to clean up his cock.

The other guy with the large, fat cock had decided that it was his turn as he told her to bend over and hold my legs to steady herself. From behind, “He told her that he was going to breed that white pussy and put some black cum in her fine white belly.” I couldn’t see him enter her but knew when he had because of the amazing expression she had as his fat, cock-head violated her pussy. She let out a gasp of air and managed to say “Oh God”, as he pushed deeper.

There I was, watching my wife getting the fuck of her life as she held me to keep herself steady. Her heavy tits swung back and forth violently as the man pumped his tool into her. My cock was almost cumming on it’s own. I held her head by her hair and pushed it down to my cock. The man behind me said, “That’s it slut, suck your hubby’s cock while I fuck you.” At this point, she couldn’t concentrate on sucking but it was enough that I was in her warm, wet mouth. This put her over the edge and she faltered as her knees weekend. The man grabbed her hair and pulled her over to the room table without ever letting his dick leave her pussy. Once there, he mashed her tits into the table with his thrusting weight. “How do you like my cock? Are you ready for my cum, bitch?” He did this for several minutes until pushed in hard. She shrieked, “YES, PLEASE” as his cock pushed her cervix beyond its limit. She could only moan as he emptied his seed into her ready womb. 

He pulled out with cum streaking out of her pussy and down her leg. He looked over to me and said, “Why don’t you finish up in her slut pussy?” This was all too much. I got up and started fucking her loose pussy as she laid exhausted on the table. The thought of fucking my wife’s pussy with his cum inside sent me into a powerful orgasm, as I pumped my own cum into her.

More cum drained as I pulled out, but the other guy was ready again. He moved in and started pumping her again. In one movement, he pulled out and pushed into her ass star. Her hole was wet with cum which luckily acted as lubricant. All I could see was her open mouth as he started pumping her ass. In minutes, he pulled out and pulled her by the hair to his cock as he spurted his load onto her face. She then sucked his ass-coated tool until it was clean. She smelled like cum and crap.

From there, we moved her to the bed and each played with fucked her one more time before they left. As they were leaving, one of them told her that anytime she wanted a real fuck, just give him a call, leaving her with his number. Jokingly saying, “You’re my bitch now.”

Before we both fell asleep, I stuck my cock in her pussy and then pulled it out having her suck off the cum. I moved my cock between her pussy and mouth until I was ready to cum again. Not wanting to be left out, I turned her over and buried my cock in her ass as I came inside her hot, tight hole. As we talked after, we decided that her lap dance was decidedly more erotic and knew that we would be doing it again. 



Lap Dancing



You should really think about doing some lap dancing, that's where the money is!" Butch told me.

Butch was the manager of the bar where I worked as a waitress to earn an income to support my two-year-old daughter and me.

Jessica was the product of a foolish teenage fling and her father had fled to parts unknown when he found out I was pregnant.

"With a body like yours you'd make a fortune." Butch continued, "You don't need to do anything, just sit on their laps in a thong and squirm."

I was doing pretty good serving drinks in my miniskirt and open blouse; I went home with a hundred in tips every Friday and Saturday night. Still the girls that were doing lap dances were making double that. It meant getting bare-breasted but that was no big deal, I still had a nice pair of 36C's.

"Can I give it a try?" I asked Butch.

"Sure, I'll put you on the list Wednesday night, it's not too busy and you can try it out." Butch agreed.

I went home to my daughter that night wondering if I had made a good choice.

The lap dances were done in the V.I.P. lounge, a separate room with half-a-dozen large wingback chairs. Girls would take their Johns into the V.I.P. to enjoy the opportunity of contacting a willing body. 

I went to work with some apprehension Wednesday night. Instead of going to my serving station I went into the staff lounge and removed all my clothes except the narrow white thong I was wearing. I fixed my hair, slipped on a short robe and went out to circulate in the main lounge.

Wednesdays were slow nights. There were about half-a-dozen guys scattered around the room watching the girl on the pole. I took a seat at the bar with my robe loosely open advertising my wares.

I received my first request to go in the V.I.P. lounge in about ten minutes. Nervously I went to the V.I.P. for my first assignment.

My John was the only one in the room. He was a mid-forties bald guy sitting with his dick out!

Bashfully I introduced myself over the blaring music and slipped my robe off. My customer made room for me to sit on his lap.

Summonsing up all my courage I sat down right on top of his erection. Immediately he filled his hands with my breasts.

I could feel his cock twitching under my almost bare ass, coming more alive being so close to my pussy.

"An extra hundred to go in you?" he propositioned.

I had heard that the lap dancers got offers for sex and it was up to them if they accepted

A hundred dollars for having a cock in me for about ten minutes? With the twenty for the lap dance that would be more than I made all night serving on a busy night!

I reached down and gasped his cock. I raised my bum enough to pull my thong aside and start him into me and then I sat down again. His cock slid deep inside of me.

It had been a while since I had been fucked and the stiff cock felt pretty good in me. I decided I might as well go for an orgasm as I was getting paid anyway. I was a little uneasy about having a stranger's bare cock in me but it was too late to do anything now. 

He kept a hold of my tits while I begin to bounce my ass up and down and squirm on his cock. The more I fucked him the harder he squeezed my boobs until I had to cry out "not so hard" to him.

Unfortunately he came in about three minutes flat! Before I even had a chance to work up a climax I felt him stiffen under me and the sensation of his warm jizz filling my cock-pocket.

"How'd it go?" Butch asked as I went back into the main lounge.

"Not bad." I said with a hundred and twenty bucks in my robe pocket and a pussy full of cum.

"Good, Max Levi wants to try you." Butch smiled.

Max Levi was the proprietor of an upscale restaurant where the average tab for a couple could be two bills or more.

"Go get ready." Butch told me.

A quick douche, touch up my makeup and hair and back into the V.I.P.

The V.I.P. was still empty when Max came in. 

I had decided to give Max the "whole meal deal" knowing he was in the business and should be a big tipper.

I slipped off my robe revealing my completely naked body as my thong was left with the rest of my clothes in my locker.

"You like?" I looked at him seductively.

"Damn right!" Max grinned.

"Get it out." I boldly ordered.

Max unfastened his Armani slacks and pulled out his erection.

I slowly walked over to him and knelt between his legs.

"Let's get it nice and wet before you put it me!" I purred as I lowered my mouth onto his cock.

I took about three-quarters of his length into my mouth and run my tongue up the underside and up and over its head. Max instantly reached his maximum size as my lips sealed around his shaft.

I knew he was ready to enter me. I stood up, turned around and sat on his lap guiding his freshly primed cock into my cunt.

Max slipped into me with ease. I felt the smooth material of his expensive slacks under my thighs and his balls snuggled up between my open legs. I was ready to fuck him.

While my first fuck had failed to get me off I decided just to give Max the best fuck I could and ignore my needs. I begin the slow and sensuous grinding of is cock inside of me.

Surprisingly Max's cock felt better in me than the previous one even though Max must have been in his late sixties. We actually got some action happening.

"Fuck me Max, make me cum!" I moaned.

Max must have detected the sincerity in my plea, grasping my hips he began to thrust up into me. 

"Oh yes, that it!" I cried as my cunt gripped his cock.

I felt the quivering that signaled the beginning of an orgasm.

"I'm going to cum!" I whimpered as the spasms radiated from around Max's relentless cock.

As I said it had been a long time since I had enjoyed an orgasm. This was the day that my famine ended. The orgasm racked through my whole body causing me to almost fall off Max's lap.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" I screamed as Max ejaculated into me.

"Max said you were pretty good!" Butch congratulated me.

I knew he did, he had slipped me three hundred dollars when he left with a promise to return.

I was looking forward to Friday and Saturday nights! 



Lap-dancing



I looked out the window in the door, I had never seen the guy before.

Cautiously I opened the door a few inches.

'Yes, may I help you?" 

"Are you Mrs. Winslow?" he asked.

"Yes."

Suddenly the door flew open with the force the stranger pushed it with knocking me aside. Quickly he entered the foyer and slammed the door shut again.

I panicked, I was home alone. My husband had left that morning for a two day medical conference in Salt Lake City.

"What do you want?" I cried in terror.

"You." He snarled looking out the window to see if he had been observed entering our house.

""I have money, I can give you some money." I volunteered in desperation.

"I don't want your money." he said in contempt.

He grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the kitchen window to scan the backyard. Satisfied he had not been seen entering he got down to business.

"Into the bedroom." he ordered.

Not wanting to enrage him I submissively led his to our bedroom.

He looked around the comfortably furnished bedroom 

The room was dominated by our king-size bed where Bob and I had made love that morning prior to him leaving for the airport.

"You got music in here?" the stranger asked.

I walked over to the entertainment center and showed him the CD player. 

"Put something on." he ordered.

"What would you like to hear?" I asked.

Bob had an extensive collection from classical to rock and roll.

"Something with a beat, something you can dance to." he smiled.

I was not a dancer. Some women have a talent for dancing whereas I just swayed to the music.

The first song that came on was "I am watching you" by Police.

"Do you know what a lapdance is?" the stranger asked.

Visions of naked women dancing before leering men flashed through my mind, "No" I answered.

"Sure you do." he smiled.

"My wife works as a dancer at Pandora's Box." The stranger informed me with a tense look on his face.

Pandora's Box was a local strip joint near the hospital where Bob was an Intern.

"Your husband and his buddies go in there and feel her up all the time." he sneered.

"My husband doesn't go in those kind of places." I said indignantly. 

"All guys do, she has told me all about 'Dr. Winslow' and how he loves feeling her tits. Now it's your turn to return the favor. You are going to do a lapdance for me."

So this explained why he had forced his way into my house. I doubted that he would settle merely for me dancing for him, his intentions were to rape me.

Was rape a fate worse than death? Not really, a life scaring experience maybe but you still got to live another day. Countless women had been raped and gone on to live productive lives. Whatever happened I was determined to come out of this alive.

"What's your name?" I asked him.

"Tom, Tom Shooter."

"Does your wife like dancing Tom?" I asked trying to stall the inevitable.

"She likes the money." Tom grumbled.

"Dance!" Tom demanded 

I started swaying to The Thompson Twin's "Hold me now".

Tom was sitting on the edge of our bed with his legs extended out straight to the floor. 

"Bend over me." he ordered.

Obediently I moved over closer to him and bent from my waist towards him.

Tom placed a folded five dollar bill between the buttons on the front of my blouse

"That means you take your blouse off." he explained the rules.

Not wanting to infuriate him I straighten up and begin unfastening the buttons down the front of my blouse. When I had unbuttoned the final one I slipped the blouse off my shoulders.

Tom's eyes scanned my white satin bra.

"Bend over again." he demanded.

This time he slipped a folded ten down the front off the cup.

"That's for the bra." He grinned.

The fastener for the bra was on the front. My hand rose up and my finger and thumb squeezed the plastic clasp allowing it to pop open. I peeled the straps off my shoulders and let the bra fall to the floor.

"Wow! You should get implants." he suggested.

"Fuck you." I thought, "If you don't like my tits that's your tough luck!"

His hand reached up and he place another folded bull I n the pocket of my jeans.

"Take them off."

I unfastened my jeans and let them drop over my hips and then kicking each leg I shook them off.

"Now your panties." Tom said holding up a twenty dollar bill.

This is what I had feared, the final barrier between me and this stranger. I couldn't stop the tears as I tugged my panties down over my hips.

I was not shaven, my mousey brown pubic hair only neatly trimmed so it would not escape my swimsuit.

As I removed my last piece of clothing Tom wiggled his kaki shorts down over his hip allowing his erection to pop out. He pulled them down until the waistband was around his boney knees.

"Come over here." he ordered.

Completely naked I went to him straddling his extended legs. 

"Sit!" he barked.

This was the hardest part as I lowered myself onto his lap. I felt his cock and balls pressed against my crotch. Bob's was the only cock that had been there in the past year and then only two before him, both of my choice.

"Turn around." Tom directed.

At least I would not have to look at his face as he violated me. I did the crossing of legs and pivoted on his package.

"Rise up a bit"

Again I did as I was told.

Tom aligned the head of his cock with my opening.

"OK" he gave me permission to lower myself onto his cock.

I controlled the rate he entered me, my pussy stretching to accommodate his girth.

Tom's cock felt like every other cock that had filled my pussy.

Finally I felt my pussy lips press against his balls, he was all the way in me.

"Move it!" he snapped.

I started to move my hips grinding his cock inside of me.

Tom's hands slid up my sides and cupped my breasts, gently squeezed them and then slid back down to the insides of my thighs inches from my cock filled pussy.

I realized this was the first time I had been on top and in control in many months. My husband always climbed on top of me and it was usually "Wham Bam, thank you Mam" shortchanging me of my orgasm. Being on top I set the pace.

"Lay on the bed, I want to ride you." I boldly instructed Tom.

He looked confused, what had caused this change in my head?

"I want to ride your cock properly!" I emphasized. 

I raised myself up off his cock while he moved, sprawling himself across the bed on his back.

This time I mounted him facing him, my tits hanging in front of his face as his cock slid into me ounce more.

"That's better." I said as my pelvic muscles contracted on his cock.

I felt the murmurs of an orgasm stirring deep within me and I decided I was going to go for a climax of my own with my attacker.

"I am wicked!" I thought as I started to fuck the still surprised Tom.

My tits bounced inches from his face as I begin to buck up and down on his cock like a wildcat. His hands cupped my ass cheeks so he could drive his meat into me harder.

"Oh yes, fuck me!" I begged.

My loss in inhibition and desire of an orgasm had transformed Tom into my lover instead of a stranger using my body. 

My change of attitude affected Shooter as well, no longer was he a rapist seeking vengeance but had become my lover seeking mutual satisfaction. I noticed a more loving and gentler approach to our fucking, as if he cared for my feelings.

Our bodies were moving in synchronicity now, our passion feeing off each other like the winds generated by a forest fire feed the flames.

If you had told me a mere few hours before I would be fucking a man other than my husband and working on an orgasm with him I would have said you were insane. But here I was in the middle of the afternoon riding a stranger's cock in my own bed.

Perhaps the wickedness of it contributed to my fervor or the fact that my sex life had become hum-drum over the years. Gone was the passion for lovemaking and now it had become just another task to satisfy my husband's urges.

I knew if I didn't submit to Bob he would seek release elsewhere. For all I knew he could be screwing a hooker in his hotel room tonight. 

The mere thought of my husband with his dick in some floozy caused me to drive my cunt down hard on Tom's ready to erupt cock.

"Oh my God, you want it real bad Baby!" Tom groaned as the head of his cock kissed my cervix.

"Fuck me you bastard, you wanted your cock in me so fuck!" I taunted Shooter.

"You dirty little cock-loving slut, I am going to fill you with my cum." Tom warned.

"Shut the fuck up and show me!" I challenged.

As I gazed into Shooter's dark eyes his face contorted and I felt his warm sperm filling my cavity.

Realizing another man was coming in me triggered my climax.

It had been a long time since I had experienced such an intense orgasm. My body trembled as his passion shot through me causing that tingle radiating from this cock as if it were a lightening rod.

"Oh yes, yes! That is fucking it!" I screamed as the beast escaped its cage.

The warm sensation deep inside my womb continued as he pumped spurt after spurt of his thick creamy cum inside of me.

Then something unexpected happened, my puss juices released in a deluge of sweet sticky fluid bathing his cock. There must have been a cupful of juices squirted over his loins.

I don't know how long I blacked out for but when I opened my eyes Tom's spent cock was still in me. Never had I had a cock soak in my pussy after coming. I had a feeling of peaceful fulfillment as I had never known before.

Tom had his arms around me holding me tight to his body. Seeing my eyes open he started to release me.

"No." I said, "I want to feel it in me a bit longer."

Tom's arms tighten once more as I savored the bliss of satisfaction.

We lay locked in each others arms until I could feel life ebbing into Tom's cock once again. My pussy twitched in hopes of being fucked again.

"You really liked it?" Tom said as I slowly began riding his hardening cock.

"I loved it and want you to fuck me all night!" I grinned.

"But what about your husband?" Tom asked.

"He will not be home until tomorrow." 



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Elise walked off the stage, her body perspiring. She rushed to her dressing room to dry herself off, slip on some panties, don her robe and head back to the theater where the men both old and young were waiting for the chance to feel her young nubile body squirming on their laps. That was where the money was in this place, and it was good money. O'Farrell theater was a destination point for horny men from around the world and the dancers were the best paid in the business.

Elise had really found her element when she'd taken this job nearly eighteen months before. She was finally out of debt, had a fine little sports coupe, wore great looking clothes and got all the kinky sex she wanted. She'd had brief affairs with a couple of customers, as well as with a few dancers. Now she wanted to meet someone outside the business, someone she could see in the privacy of her own home where she could play out all of her rich fantasies. She knew instinctively that person needed to be another woman. If she were going to give in to her masochistic fantasies she needed to do it with someone who would respect her limits. Men were too untrustworthy. She'd learned that over and over during her life. And, truth be told, she never felt so excited as when she gazed down between her upturned thighs to see a beautiful woman's face poised above her genitals.

Casey stepped into the dressing room just as Elise was slipping on her robe. The new girl was coming in to begin her shift. She was dressed in black leather pants that glistened in the lights from the makeup table. Her silk blouse was knotted beneath her remarkably full breasts leaving her tanned midriff bare. This was a dancer Elise had promised herself she'd check out later. Suddenly it felt like the moment was now.

"Hi." Elise's fingers released her robe which fell open down the front, exposing her naked loins and the inside curve of both breasts. Casey's eyes followed the movement, instantly taking in the perfection of Elise's body before lifting to meet her gaze. A smile crossed her moist lips.

"I knew there was a reason besides money I wanted to work for this place." Many of the girls worked with other girls in Copenhagen Live where patrons expected to see a little action between the dancers. Obviously Casey enjoyed that particular aspect of her duties as much as Elise always did. The lush young woman stepped close to Elise, her left hand reaching out until her fingers slid over Elise's silk panties on their way between her thighs. Elise locked her hips and at the same time spread the panels of her robe to expose her luscious body completely. Casey stepped closer bringing her silk covered breasts into contact with Elise's naked breasts. Both young women stared down at the luscious caress of silk on bare skin. Sadly, the sound of high heels clicking along the corridor outside brought their impromptu seduction to a sudden end. They stepped apart, eyes still locked together.

"Later my sweet." Casey smiled before turning from her and walking toward the closet where the dancers hung their street closes. Elise's eyes took in the tight round cheeks of Casey's lovely bottom, then turned to leave, her fingers pulling her robe closed as she walked. This was definitely an interesting development.

When Casey came on stage Elise had been in the darkened theater for about fifteen minutes. Moving from lap to lap, each with its own version of an erection that prodded her firm young bottom, had added to the arousal Elise felt stirred by this luscious young woman. Elise watched Casey undulating on stage, slowly stripping off the few garments covering her perfect body. The twitching organ now wedged between her cheeks told her the nice looking young man who presently occupied her attention was equally entranced by Casey's performance. 

It was a good thing about the house rules or Elise might have let this well built man slide that thing into her already wet pussy. She smiled to herself at the wicked possibility of fucking this man while eating Casey's beautiful pussy. Casey was on her knees at the moment, derriere pointing toward the audience, fingers playing across her naked genitals, spreading the puffy lips to expose the entrance to every man's desire, every woman's delight. Elise didn't resist the fingers sliding over her breasts. Instead she fantasized they were Casey's hands holding her, Casey's fingers teasing her nipples.

Casey left the stage and Elise turned on the man's lap to give him her full attention. He was about to slide his hand beneath her robe when she extended her own hand.

"Time to pay the toll mister." She whispered in his ear. Glancing down she saw him slip a twenty dollar bill out of his pocket. She slowly folded the bill and slid it into the side of her panties, a garment that never left her body when she was on the floor. She slid her arm around the young man's shoulder, her other hand pulling the silk robe open to reveal her beautiful breasts. Twenty bucks deserved a little special treatment. The fingers were on her naked body. She gave herself up to the caress, her mind floating off to the dressing room where Casey was at that moment naked. Later, my sweet.

Elise made over five hundred dollars that night. She was happy, tired and turned on. She paused in the dimly lit lobby, watching idly as the cashier finished her count. Dancers said goodnight as they exited into the dark San Francisco night. Then Casey appeared, her eyes quickly locating Elise. Without speaking Elise stepped next to her and took Casey's arm as they walked out together. There were a couple of customers still hanging out, watching the dancers leave. 

This was often an uncomfortable moment, since the Mitchell Brothers had a strict no fraternization rule and even if you were going to get together with a customer you weren't going to do it right in front of the theater. These guys were just horny. Elise felt the many eyes following she and Casey as they walked across the street arm in arm. Let them play their fantasies out, because if she had her wish, everyone's fantasy would be played out that night.

Elise kept her car in a private garage not far from the theater. The attendant would have gotten her car but she waved him off. The two women waited for the elevator, anxious to be alone. The instant the door closed behind them they were in one another's arms. There was no subtle seduction required here. These were two passionate women, well versed in the joy's of Sappho. Their lips moved together with abandon, tongues meeting, bodies pressing together, hands roaming. The sound of the bell announcing the floor caused them to separate. Elise saw the glazed expression in Casey's eyes and knew the other woman was as excited as she was. No way were they going to make it to an apartment to satisfy this desire. She saw her car and quickly led her new lover toward it. The lights were adequate but not oppressive, which was a relief.

She opened the door, and reached in to release the front seat. Casey understood instantly what was happening and slid into the rear of the coupe. Elise closed the door as she joined her new friend.

Elise's car was parked away from the main route for exiting the garage. It was also early in the morning, which made it unlikely they'd be disturbed. Truth be told, however, the way Elise was feeling there was probably nothing that would have kept her from making love with this beautiful woman at that moment. She gazed over at Casey who was once again dressed in silk blouse and leather pants. Their eyes met and held one another for a moment. Elise lifted her fingers from her thigh and extended them to caress Casey's breasts through the silk. She obviously wasn't wearing a brassiere.

"I was watching you on the stage tonight. I wanted you so much, I'd have eaten you with two hundred men watching." Casey smiled, her tongue lasciviously playing across her full lips.

"Maybe we should suggest it to Jim." Elise smiled as well. He probably wouldn't permit it on the main stage but certainly in one of the specialty shows like Copenhagen Live. But she didn't want to wait and she wouldn't be doing this for money. This was purely for pleasure. Her fingers had slipped the knot free and the silk panels fell apart to reveal those perfect breasts. Both women gazed down at Elise's fingers roaming over the naked mounds, gently teasing, squeezing. Casey leaned back against the leather cushion, her arms pulled back to lift her breasts into greater relief. Elise knew the move and appreciated the gift she was being given. Leaning over she sucked one nipple into her mouth, using her tongue to mercilessly tease the spike hard tip. At the same time she slid her fingers between Casey's thighs, nudging into the leather where it covered that delicious looking pussy.

Casey lifted her face until their lips met once again, deeply kissing, tongues slipping from mouth to mouth in abandoned passion. She felt Casey's fingers pressing into her breasts, felt her nipples stirred to erection, fingers teasing them. Then their lips broke with a gasp.

"This is incredibly frustrating." Casey peered up at her. "Do you live somewhere near here? I want to get your clothes off so I can eat you." Elise smiled at the delicious thought.

"I live in Marin."

"Shit. I live down on the Peninsula." Casey's fingers continued their tantalizing caress of her breast. Then a thought donned on her.

"We could get a hotel room?" Casey smiled.

"Smart girl."

The hotel clerk's sleepy eyes came suddenly alert when he saw these two gorgeous young woman walking toward the front desk. There was nothing demure about their attire and they carried only small makeup cases but he wasn't prepared to write them off as hookers. They were much too lovely for that, even if their bodies were to die for. He watched them walk toward the elevator, his organ swelling in the front of his trousers. Elise smiled over at Casey as they waited for the elevator, aware of the young man's discomfort. On impulse she slid her arm around Casey and leaned over to give her a quick kiss. Stepping into the elevator she glanced back toward the desk and knew she'd made the young man's day.

The women were so turned on by the time they finally got into this private hotel room that they wasted not a second in stripping off their clothes. No fancy teasing here, no need to create a scene, to seduce a partner. They simply threw their garments on the chair and fell naked on the bed, their bodies quickly finding comfort next to one another.

Casey took the initiative, rolling above Elise as they deeply kissed. Breasts massaged hers, thighs entwined with hers. Then that wonderful mouth moved down her body, lingering at her breasts before tasting her belly, nuzzling the rich curls above her loins, then licking intently between her shuddering thighs. The table lamp gave enough illumination that she was able to watch this gorgeous woman working with such skill at her aroused genitals. Lips slick with saliva, tongue darting, eyes heavy with excitement, hands cradling her bottom as Casey lifted her body toward that marauding mouth. She'd never had better loving from a woman.

Then Casey turned her on her stomach and those lips and tongue were playing between the round cheeks of her upraised bottom. Now this was something new, something she'd never before experienced. That tongue was devastating! Elise felt herself losing control. Her hands clutched the bedcovers, her hips lifting toward those hungry lips and tongue which seemed intent on penetrating to the core of her being. Fingers had joined Casey's talented lips and tongue and she felt her pussy invaded, first by one then by who knew how many digits. Her groans filled the space and she jammed her fist in her mouth to keep her scream from bringing the police.

Then she was rolling again and before she knew what was happening thighs settled on either side of her face and Casey's wet genitals were spread before her mouth. Elise needed no invitation to taste this gorgeous woman's delights. Instantly they were eating one another, hands clutching round bottoms as tongues and lips worked their magic. Their bodies were slippery with sweat as they heaved against one another, breasts rubbing against bellies, thighs scissoring as hips lifted and fell. They came together, a gut ripping release that shook Elise to the core. She groaned into the wet genitals spread across her mouth and collapsed.

She had no idea whether it was a few minutes or a few hours before she wakened. Her head turned to the side as her eyes opened and she saw her lover lying naked on the disheveled bedcovers. Casey asleep was even more beautiful than she'd been awake. There was an innocence, a sweetness in her vulnerability. Elise rolled on her side and gazed at her gorgeous lover, whose full breasts, slender waist, long thighs and curvaceous legs drove the men at the theater wild with desire. If only they knew what a wonderful lover she was. Of course, they might be disappointed that Casey saved her most serious loving for other women. Elise smiled at her good fortune. Perhaps she wouldn't need that personals ad after all.

Casey Takes Two Lovers

Casey read the ads as she finished her breakfast. It was two in the afternoon and she was still sleepy. She was okay in the middle of the night when she got off work at the O'Farrell Theatre, but by the time the sun was shining she was exhausted. It was a strange world she lived in. Some would call it exotic, exciting. She felt that way often, but even sex can get old if you have too much of it. She'd been an exotic dancer for nearly three years and it was getting a little old. It seemed like time to settle down. For a while she thought her affair with Elise would turn into a committed relationship. It had been a surprise to Casey when they hit it off so well. Casey had had a couple of brief dalliances with women though her normal gender of choice had always been men. But Elise was incredibly hot, incredibly beautiful. Yet she'd never had luck with people in the business. It was too easy to get upset by a partner's sexual encounters with customers and other dancers. Dancers were notoriously polyamorous.

So maybe someone outside the profession would work better. The ad suggested that Casey might be able to satisfy all her desires with this one couple. The woman's description fit her to a tee. It would definitely be nice to feel those full breasts caressing her own as they made out. A woman like that would certainly attract a gorgeous man. She hadn't felt a man's organ in her pussy for more months than she could remember. That would be nice too. She clipped out the ad and made a mental note to call right after her shower.

Rich lifted his head from the pillow, his eyes opening, then focusing on his wife's beautiful face, on her full lips spread around his saliva smeared organ as her head slowly rose and fell. Her deepset eyes were heavy with excitement, long curving lashes fluttering. He watched her tongue swirl around the sensitive rim of the crown now lying on her lower lip. Her eyes had found his as they shared this sexually charged moment. Their years together had taught each of them how to give maximum pleasure to the other. He was pleased that she loved sucking his cock as much as he enjoyed her skillful caress of mouth and tongue. More often than not at this stage in their relationship they found release through oral sex. Fucking was nice, especially when they risked doing it in a public place, but lips and tongue were now the primary instruments of pleasure. His hips jerked off the bed as his orgasm erupted. He watched his wife swallow his cum, her mouth continuing its unrelenting pressure. Oh yes! He closed his eyes again and rode the waves of release.

"I got a call this morning from someone who sounds worth checking out." They were lying naked next to one another, both recovering from their orgasms. Rich turned on the pillow, sliding his hand over Becky's flat belly, thumb grazing the underside of her oversize breasts. It had been her tits that first caught his attention, quickly followed by her sweet young ass. Her tits were still incredible and her bottom showed no sign of age. He was one happy camper, though he'd been fully behind her suggestion that they add some variety to their already interesting diet. Actually, she'd been on her knees at the time, encouraging him to fuck her harder.

"Did she say anything about herself?"

"Yeah, she works at the Mitchell Brother's theatre downtown. She said her vital statistics are pretty close to what I included in the ad when I described myself."

"I don't think they hire too many dogs at that theatre."

"You've never stopped down there?" He lifted his eyes from her breasts to meet her gaze.

"A couple of times, but that was before I scored big time in meeting you." Becky smiled, her fingers sliding up his thigh to wrap themselves around his flacid organ.

"You do say the nicest things." He felt his cock respond to the gentle pressure.

"So did you make plans for us to meet?" He groaned, his eyes following the fingers slowly stroking him.

"Next Monday. She doesn't work that night." Becky leaned over and kissed Rick on the lips, a slow, deep kiss that announced her willingness to re-engage. They did.

She picked them out immediately, leaning against the rail overlooking the shops below and peering down toward the crowd milling about. They'd decided to meet at Pier 39 for a drink. It seemed a safe way to Casey to check out her potential lovers without putting herself at risk should they prove to be other than advertised.

Becky was wearing form fitting jeans and a tight tank top. Her round bottom was made for jeans, Casey mused as she walked toward them. Her husband, whose name was Rich, if she remembered correctly, looked equally good in jeans. At just that moment, Becky peered over her shoulder and caught Casey's eye. The older woman nudged her husband with her elbow and then slowly turned, offering Casey a delightful view of gorgeous breasts that longed to be touched. Then Rich had turned, a stud if Casey had even seen one before, tanned and handsome in a rugged way. She felt their eyes surveying her body, a phenomenon with which she had lots of experience, though usually she wasn't wearing any clothes and the audience was almost always men. It stirred her juices to have a woman checking out her body, a woman who might some evening be licking her pussy. Becky stepped from the rail and extended her hand.

"You must be Casey." Their fingers touched and slid together in a delicate hand shake.

"And you must be Becky." Becky stepped to her side, the fingers giving up her hand suddenly sliding around her waist and the older woman turned to introduce her to Rich. Casey did not miss the firm breast touching the side of her bosom as she took Rich's hand.

"You'll pardon me for saying this is a pleasure I won't soon forget. You're a beautiful young woman." Casey smiled at his courtliness.

"If I read your ad correctly, its probably safe to say the pleasure will be mutual." Becky's hand drew her body closer as she spoke.

"No doubt, our intentions are clear. I'm glad you understand them so well." Casey lifted her arm and extended her hand around Becky's waist, returning her casual embrace.

"I'm suddenly feeling we should have met in a place more private." Her eyes moved down the length of Rich's body, pausing at the bulge protruding from the front of his loins.

"We don't live too far from here, if you'd care to stop by." Becky's thigh was warm against hers and that breast touching her own couldn't be ignored.

"Let's be on our way then. We can make more thorough introductions there."

"That's a wonderful idea my dear."

There home in the Presidio announced they had money, big money. Casey thought this new arrangement might have some benefits she hadn't expected. A number of men visiting the theatre had offered arrangements that would have made work unnecessary but they'd always lacked an essential ingredient. None of those men were offering to make it a threesome with another beautiful woman joining them in bed. She wondered whether Becky and Rich might fancy such an arrangement. She was ready for a slightly more sedate life than what working in the sex trade offered.




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Rich returned with three glasses of champagne. Becky was seated close to Casey, her arm draped along the sofa behind Casey's back. She'd felt the woman's eyes caressing her breasts and knew she could expect fingers to follow the gaze before long She was wearing a silk blouse open down the front and tied in a knot just below the fullness of her breasts. She was a natural showoff and enjoyed Becky's attention.

"Well, I believe a toast is in order. Let's say to exciting new friendships and the possibilities they bring." Rich lifted his glass and the two women followed suit, gently clinking the fine crystal together before sipping the fine liquid.

"So, tell me about what you lovely people hope to add to your already quite fine life by inviting a sweet young thing into your home?" Casey set her glass on the table and leaned into the leather cushion, her head resting back against Becky's arm.

"Shall I tell her my dear?" Becky gazed up at Rich who nodded as he spoke.

"Well, since this marvelous idea emanated from your occasionally perverse mind, it seems only right that you should begin. I might wish to add something as we go along." He stepped around the table and eased himself down on the cushion next to her.

"My husband and I have had a wonderfully satisfying relationship for almost fifteen years, satisfying in every way imaginable. But, I've had this fantasy that simply won't let me be. It started in high school."

Becky was from a relatively small town in Texas and attended a consolidated high school that served a number of communities as well as the ranches surrounding the towns. She was eventually the homecoming queen and in everyone's mind the most stunning young woman ever to have graced their fair state. There wasn't a boy, nor man in the area that didn't have the hots for her, including her own father. While she didn't mind her classmates interest, or even the attention paid by the local merchants and neighbors, her daddy's attention was dangerous and she knew it. Out of self preservation she began spending more and more time with her best friend, Amy Wright, who lived on the other side of town.

Amy was a bit of a tomboy, though she was very pretty and had a lovely figure. She just liked to ride and spend time out of doors with animals. Becky had less interest in such things, but was willing to indulge her friend as a means to stay away from home as much as possible. They'd occasionally camp out at night and often Becky would sleep over at Amy's house.

It was during one of those sleepovers that Becky found her interest in other girls suddenly peaked. They were lying in the huge bed, beneath heavy covers on that cold winter's night, giggling as usual and talking about the kids they knew in school. Amy was talking about a girl in their class that had a horrible reputation. She was very pretty, but in a slutty sort of way, showing off her body, going out with lots of guys and if rumors were correct, doing the dirty deed with any boy interested.

"I spent the night with Julie."

"What are you talking about?" Becky couldn't imagine her friend hanging out with Julie.

"My horse threw a shoe and I stopped in at her family's place to see if I could get a hand with it. It was kind of late and her daddy wasn't home. Julie offered to put me up if I wanted. I'd planned on spending the night out by the bluffs, so my ma wasn't expecting me home. I called her anyway and told her where I was staying. She said fine."

"I didn't know you were friends with Julie?" In truth Becky had always been curious about this freewheeling girl who seemed to do just about anything she wanted to.

"We were pretty good friends before I moved to town." Becky waited for the story to continue. "Anyway, she made a pass at me!" Becky leaned back and gazed at her friend's lovely face, her mind trying to compute what she was talking about. A girl making a pass at another girl? Impossible!

"But it obviously wasn't impossible and Amy told me enough of what happened that night in Julie's bed that I didn't sleep a wink all night. It was only some time later that it dawned on me that Amy was making a pass at me, a very subtle pass to be sure. I don't know what I'd have done if she'd just tried to kiss me. I've been haunted ever since, wondering what it would be like to make it with a woman." Casey listened intently, a bit surprised that Becky hadn't acted on her longing before now. Before she could ask the obvious question Becky continued.

"When Rich and I got turned on to video pornography I was able to indulge my fantasies by watching other women on the screen. By that time Rich was well aware of my longing and we'd play little dress up games. He'd put on some lingerie and I'd seduce him. One time he even wore these incredible falsies we'd ordered from one of those naughty catalogues. I loved it but he wasn't really into cross-dressing, so we let that one go. Then I just announced my wish to place an ad in the SF Weekly and here we are."

"So am I the first person to audition for the job?" Casey allowed her right hand to roll over until the back of her fingers were touching Becky's thigh. The older woman lowered her eyes, then lifted them again to meet her steady gaze.

"No, but you're the first one we've invited to our home." Casey smiled at the implied compliment.

"So do you imagine a short run for this delicious drama your propose, or are you hoping for a long one?" Becky's hand moved over her thighs until her fingers slid into Casey's open hand.

"My hope, to be quite frank, is that we'll find someone who wants to be part of our rather stable family, a sort of expanded marriage. Is that your thought dear?" Rich spoke for the first time.

"Well, I hadn't really thought that far ahead. Having met Casey though, I'd be inclined to go for the whole enchilada. My only proviso is that my own, very substantial need for affection not be lost as you two beautiful women indulge yourselves together. But since I'm at the office most days and my loving wife is home, I imagine we'd work something out so everyone's minimum daily requirement for tender loving gets met. If not, I guess we could always find me a pretty women to have an affair with." He chuckled at his last comment, though it was clear he had no intention of being left out of any arrangement.

"And what about you? What are you looking for?" Becky leaned closer until her breast touched Casey's arm. She glanced down at the firm, full mound, her body already anticipating the uninhibited lovemaking they would share. She lifted her eyes, extending her left hand toward Rich, who instantly guided her fingers to his thigh. She smiled at him and without hesitation spread her fingers over the pronounced bulge in his jeans. She grasped his organ and squeezed gently before releasing her touch.

"I like boys, and I like girls. I get lots of boys at work who want to pleasure themselves with my naked body. So most of the time I'm looking for a little loving from a sexy woman like Becky. Now, I hadn't thought about it, but your interests combined with your apparent resources suggests a way that I might have more energy for the man of the house." Casey paused before continuing, aware of the eyes focused fully on her. "I could give up my job and move in here. Then I'd be forced to find all my satisfaction with your's truly. But I think before we make any serious decisions about anything, we should find out whether we're compatible."

"Compatible? Rich's fingers now covered Casey's hand atop his erection.

"In bed."

"Ah, I like the way you think." Rich's hand lifted from his lap, fingers spreading as they approached Casey's gorgeous breasts. She gazed down at his long, well manicured fingers cup themselves around one full mound. A moment later Becky's hand slid over the other breast. And so their journey began.

Casey peered down at the face lodged between her thighs. She was on her knees and each time she bent them, even slightly, the lascivious tongue played across her clitoris and into the opening of her pussy. Becky was straddling Rich's slender hips, her pussy stretched over the long, curving cock that sprung from the lush pubic hair covering his loins. The women's eyes were locked together as they accepted Rich's favors. Their hands in the meantime were busy caressing heaving breasts. Then they were kissing, tongues sliding together as they drank from one another's mouths. Casey had yet to feel this tongue, these lips, between her thighs, but she knew it would be wonderful.

Rich sat at the edge of the bed gazing down at the two gorgeous women locked in the classic 69 position. Their voluptuous bodies were the mirror of one another, so watching them heave against each other, heads bobbing, breasts thrust against bellies, hands clutching tight round bottoms was quickly bringing his cock back to life. He knew that before the night was over he had to fuck this young beauty.

Elise Takes a Lover

Elise had met Jackie at a lesbian club south of Market. She and Casey had ended their brief, torrid affair a couple of weeks before and El was looking for a little loving. No more would she indulge herself with other girls from the Mitchell Brother's theatre where she was a dancer. It just didn't work. Her first response to the slender, androgynous girl who approached her table was luke warm. She'd been more drawn to voluptuous femmes like herself. Jackie's breasts were small, though well defined with spike hard nipples visible through the tight tank top she wore. Her hair was close cropped but clearly professionally done so she didn't look like a boy. Her eyes were boldly made up but she wore no lipstick, or if she did the color matched her lips. Her eyes were deepset and penetrating beneath long lashes. Her pleated pants and shoes were decidedly masculine.

"Care to dance?" Jackie's voice was direct, pleasant. She smiled, revealing white, even teeth. Elise gazed up at her as some less than conscious process led her to her decision.

"Sure." They were near the same height. Jackie drew El into a close embrace as they turned onto the dance floor. They quickly found a rhythm together, dancing lightly, easily with one another. El was aware of the hand moving over her back, sliding down to caress her bottom through her skirt, then up to caress her bare shoulder, toying with the spaghetti strap holding the bodice of her dress in place. Her breasts spread over the girl's smaller bosom, which was a new sensation she found remarkably stimulating.

They remained on the floor for another slow song. Elise welcomed the lips touching her neck, then her cheek. As the song ended their lips touched for the first time, a brief kiss that seemed to promise something more.

Jackie joined her at her table and their shared seduction proceeded in earnest. After only their second drink together they decided to split the club scene and find some privacy. Elise knew well they would soon be in one another's arms again, this time without the pretense of dancing. They took El's sports coupe and drove to Jackie's studio apartment in the Castro district.

Jackie pulled her into an embrace the instant the door to the apartment closed behind them. Their lips met in a first kiss that quickly deepened. Obviously her new friend was as hot as she felt at the moment. Fingers formed over her bottom pulling her closer as Jackie's devilish tongue explored her mouth. Then the fingers were sliding the zipper down the back of her dress. Jackie ended the kiss, stepping back to observe El's lush body and the dress fell in a circle around her high heels. El had received enough adoring attention for the perfection of her body that she felt only pride as her new lover's eyes caressed her breasts in the strapless brassiere, then slowly lowered to appreciate the rest of her charms.

"You are really something." Jackie took her hand and helped her step out of he dress before leading her down the darkened hall. A moment later they stepped through a doorway and into Jackie's bedroom. The large bed was unmade though the room did not appear messy. It was as though the bed were left like that to announce Jackie's active love life. Elise sat on the edge of the bed and Jackie began to unrobe. First those shoes. Then the tank top. Her breasts were larger than she'd first thought, perhaps because the elasticized material of the tank top had held them firmly. Then the trousers were lowered to display silk boxer shorts. A moment later Jackie's hands pushed the shorts down and to El's shock revealed a thick dildo held in place by hefty straps around the slender woman's waist and thighs.

"Holy shit!" Elise had done a little dildo play with former partners, though never with the instrument strapped in place like this. She lifted her eyes from the remarkably lifelike organ to meet Jackie's even gaze. There was a smile on her lips as though she enjoyed El's surprise.

"I come prepared."

"I'd say you do. You intend to fuck me with that thing?"

"That's the idea." Jackie stepped between Elise's legs and reached down to play her fingers over the silk triangle covering her already aroused genitals. El fell back against the matress, her legs spreading wider apart. The dance she was playing with this striking looking woman seemed to be taking a kinky turn that she found herself more prepared for than she would have imagined.

Jackie bent at the waist and pressed her face into the silk, her chin nudging against El's clitoris. At the same time her hands slid up along her lover's torso until they formed over those wonderful breasts. After a brief caress they found the clasp lying between the heavy mounds and easily slipped it free. A moment later the fingers were touching her aroused nipples.

El had forgotten how much she needed this kind of loving from another woman. The tender caresses expertly applied were driving her wild. She would have done anything with this creature, including fucking that obscene dildo. Jackie had pushed her panties to one side and was now licking her genitals with long, lascivious strokes of a very talented tongue. She couldn't keep her hips still on the mattress as that tongue touched every sensitive place between her thighs, from front to back. Something told her that given half the chance Jackie would probably want to fuck her ass too! The thought sent shivers down her spine.

Jackie rose from her knees and stepped closer, that powerful looking cock swinging between her thighs. El gazed up at her lover, eyes heavy with excitement as Jackie spit in the palm of her hand and slowly massaged the saliva over the bulging crown of the organ. Then she leaned forward, dipping her knees as she aligned her simulated manhood. Suddenly the crown spread the moist lips of El's well prepared pussy. The feeling was so familiar that had she not known better, El would have sworn it was a man whose cock was sliding inch by inch into her body. Her eyes closed as she focused on the sensations. The organ kept on moving, deeper and deeper until she felt her body would split apart. Just then lips touched her mouth and she immediately gave herself to the passionate kiss being offered. Firm breasts touched her own, adding to the craziness of the sensations she was experiencing. 

She was fucking this man/woman creature with cock and tits. She'd seen the transsexuals and transvestites cruising the Tenderloin after work and knew there were people who got off on those strange combinations. On more than one occasions she'd contemplated sampling this combination, which seemed to offer everything a person could hope for in one person. Of course, that would only be true with pre-op transsexuals. And now she was having the experience, only with a bona fide woman with a passion for using a dildo. And my how wonderfully she wielded that thing! El's first orgasm took her by surprise, jolting her body like an earthquake registering 8 on the Richter Scale.

They had been lovers for a couple of months when they placed the ad in SF Weekly. It had originally been Jackie's idea. At first El took it as evidence her new lover was already losing interest in her. But as her partner's ardor continued undiminished that seemed like not to be the case. They talked some more about the possibility of bringing a third woman into their bed and the idea grew on her. Her first inclination was to give Casey a call, but she knew that could be dangerous. Then she remembered the young woman who'd lived in the same building as Casey. Her name was Shannon and she was a gorgeous babe. 

According to Casey, her neighbor was having an intense affair with a transvestite with a big dick and incredibly realistic tits. El chuckled to herself as she mused about the fact Jackie had big tits and an incredibly realistic dick, the mirror image of Shannon's lover. She decided to get Shannon's telephone number and see if she might be interested in meeting. The gender bending possibilities seemed unlimited.