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Dance Class Ch. 01

By: Lucky-Devil



Week 1

As my wife and I both hit our 30’s, it became more and more noticeable what the effects of age can do to the body. In the last few years, I put on a few pounds, mostly in the middle. Still, I’m staying in pretty good shape, going to the gym at least three days a week. But Lynn is more concerned about her figure. It’s a mystery to me, like any other guy, why women insist on being stick thin. I think a slightly more rounded figure would only make her look more alluring. At 5’4” and 125 pounds, she is perfect.

To stay in shape, Lynn’s co-workers suggested she join them in a “modern” dance class that’s just starting a new session. I like her Debbie and Sandra, but they are certainly more daring than my wife is and both are a few years younger. We were out drinking one Friday night when they brought up the dance class. Lynn was hesitant to join in, but it sounded like a great way for her to get some exercise, so I told her to go ahead. Lynn gave me a funny look, but my okay was enough for Deb and Sandra.

The class was scheduled for Saturday mornings from 10am to noon for eight weeks. After the second week, the girls said there would be “field trips” one night a week. Deb made it clear that it was to be a girls’ bonding night and I would not be invited (at least at first).

“Honey, I’m going to class.” Lynn gave me a quick kiss before heading off to her first class. She was dressed to exercise with a sports bra, spandex shorts, tennis shoes and little else. The free time at home gave me a chance to surf the web uninterrupted, checking out my favorite nude sites. I didn’t want to cum right away, because I planned to have a little fun that afternoon when Lynn got home. It was the right choice.

Slam! The closing door told me my wife was home. “Lynn, is that you.” When my wife didn’t answer, I walked to the door leading to the garage. Just inside the laundry room was my beautiful wife, grinning at me, without a shed of clothes on. Her dirty gym wear was already tossed into the washing machine. I can take a hint. I pulled off my t-shirt while Lynn pulled down my shorts. We didn’t even make it into the bedroom. Without saying a word, Lynn sat me down on the cold linoleum, pushed me onto my back, and then proceeded to lick my shaft with an exquisite suction. Lynn swirled her tongue all around the crown of my prick then drew down until I could feel her nose in my pubes. From that point on, she was possessed, bobbing her head up and down. It was not my normal, quiet wife, not that I could complain. Lynn could sense when I was about to let loose. She pinched the base of my cock in her right hand to keep me from coming. Then, in a very agile move, she crawled up and hunched over my rigid member, still holding it firmly before plunging her sopping pussy straight down. It felt like heaven drawing down to the ground.

Normally, our sex isn’t bad. Lynn is usually willing to try different positions and occasionally anal. However, our sex is rarely earth shattering. This Saturday afternoon was an exception. Balanced on the soles of her feet, Lynn kept my dick inside her while she twisted and turned. Her hands shook her tits and twisted her nipples. It was the most incredible sight I had seen in years. All of a sudden, she finally spoke, crying out “I’m comminnnggg.” That was my signal to let loose, squirting deep inside her womb. Lynn collapsed on top of me and we lay there for nearly 15 minutes before she stood, took my hand in hers and walked me to the shower where we shared another incredible experience.

Geez, what happened in that dance class? Lynn wouldn’t tell me anything that night, except to say that she felt energized after the workout. I was left wondering, but as long as it turned her on, who am I to question her class.

Week 2

Lynn’s preparation for the second class was a little different from the first week. Instead of a sports bra, Lynn wore a regular lace bra with a half shirt that showed off much of her tummy. She also put on a flimsy wrap around skirt that covered her g-string panties. It’s not clothes she would work out in, but I suppose they were right for a dance class. Lynn still wouldn’t give me any more details about the class, but her parting kiss suggested that I would be in for another wild ride afterwards.

I was not disappointed. This time, instead of waiting for me in the laundry room, Lynn peeled off her clothes as she tracked me down in my office. I didn’t hear her come in, but Lynn noticed I was surfing the porn sites. Rather than getting mad, Lynn kneeled in front of my chair, took my dick in her mouth again and this time sucked me till I came. She didn’t stop there, licking and kissing my penis until it started to rise again. Facing me, she climbed up onto my lap, putting her legs astride mine, then lowered herself onto my pole. The position put my mouth in contact with her 33C tits, so I sucked as well as I could while she bounced up and down in wild abandon. Okay, this isn’t my wife. Or, at least, this isn’t the wife I’m used to. My curiosity is killing me. I’ve got to find out what’s going on with the dance classes.

Dance Class Ch. 02



Week 3

My wife Lynn, along with her friends Debbie and Sandra had been going to their Saturday morning dance classes for two weeks now. After the last two classes, Lynn practically ripped my clothes off after she got home. Not that I mind the energetic Saturday afternoon romps, but I don’t understand what’s getting my wife so horny. This weekend could be a little different, because the girls told me they’ve got a class “field trip” Saturday night to put their new skills into “play.”

“Honey, since Deb, Sandy and I will be going out tonight, would it be okay if I just spent the day with the girls?”

That worried me because of the way Lynn’s been getting worked up from her dance class. But I decided this would be the day to do a little digging.

“Sure Babe, but if you want to attack me when you get home, I’ll be up waiting!” Lynn didn’t say anything, instead, squeezing her pert little body up to mine and putting her tongue halfway down my throat. My wife had already packed a bag to take with her. I didn’t see what she put inside, but she was dressed in a stretch mini dress that hugged her curves. When Lynn reached down to pick up her bag, I gave her a quick feel, discovering that she had the skimpiest of her g-string panties beneath her skirt.

I told Lynn that I was going to the golf course to hit a bucket of balls, so she wasn’t surprised when I followed her into the garage. As she turned onto the highway, I discreetly backed off a ways, so that I could follow her from a distance in the traffic.

Lynn and I live in Las Vegas, and as I followed Lynn to her dance class, I was surprised to see her head down towards the strip. There was enough traffic to keep out of her rear view mirror. Eventually, Lynn exited the freeway at Sahara, then turned down Industrial Road. That area is behind the Strip, and is populated by strip clubs. That was the direction Sandra headed, pulling into a parking lot with a warehouse that was subdivided into a series of store fronts. That’s when I saw the sign: The Vegas School of Exotic Dance. Deb and Sandra had convinced my wife to take a class learning how to become a stripper!

I know some of these schools enroll women who want to learn sexy moves for their husbands. That explained why Lynn was so hot these last few weekends. I parked my car down the block, where it couldn’t be seen, then walked towards the store front. However, I was quickly disappointed when I realized the window had been blacked out, so passers-by couldn’t look inside. That’s when a heavyset guy walked out of the next door and motioned me over. He explained that he ran the store, and didn’t allow gawkers, which would make the girls nervous. Instead, he offered prime views from inside the next office, all for just 20 bucks. What the heck. I paid the money and went inside. There were five other guys already seated in front of a big screen television set. The guy had apparently rigged the dance studio with hidden cameras and microphones that caught every move.

The girls were getting warmed up. I could see Deb sitting with my wife. Deb was wearing a mini skirt and a shirt that was cut in half to expose her tight tummy. Her D-cup tits were barely concealed by the top and her lace bra was partially visible. Sandra was only wearing shorts and a bikini top. There were nine other women in the class along with the instructor. But this didn’t look like a regular dance studio; it looked like a strip club with a raised dance platform, stripper poles and seats around the stage.

The instructor got started. “Okay girls, the last two weeks, we’ve gone over the basics. Today, we’re going to put the lessons into use for lap dances. If you’re only going to dance for your man at home, anything goes. But if you’re going to dance professionally, remember the rules. You can do nearly anything to get them excited, but you can’t let your customer touch you. Go ahead and pair off and decide who will be first.”

Deb and Sandra paired up together, leaving my wife to match up with a sultry blond who was a little taller than her. Lynn talked with the blond for a moment, then the other woman sat down in the chair. The instructor then put a CD on and music filled the room. “Okay girls, put the lessons you learned into use. Start slow, but keep your customer interested. Don’t strip down right away – work it girl!” It only took a moment, but the “dancers” all started gyrating to the music teasing their bodies against their partners. Then, as if someone yelled out “go,” all of the dancers started peeling back pieces of clothing. I couldn’t believe my eyes, but the other guys in the room appeared to be regulars, making comments about the action and the girls on the big screen.

Lynn worked the music, peeling her dress down off her shoulders until her bra came into view. Her partner started getting into the dance, reaching out to touch Lynn’s nipple. But Lynn, following the instructions, lightly pushed the hand away. The instructor walked the room, giving tips, but my attention was focused on my wife. It only took another minute before she had pushed her dress all the way off, leaving her dancing in just her bra and g-string. That’s when the dance started to get wild. Lynn pushed her head into her partner’s lap. If her customer had been a man, she would have been running her chin up along his boner. As Lynn’s head came up, she put climbed up and hunched over her partner, putting her bra cups tantalizing close to the other girl’s lips. Then, Lynn reached back, unhooked, and peeled back her bra to expose her beautiful tips. Lynn then took her tits in hand and rubbed them against her partner’s face, sandwiching her face between the globes. Once again, her partner raised her hands to caress Lynn’s ivory skin, but in a flash, Lynn was off the chair and out of reach. She seductively turned around, bent over, then pulled her g-string down, exposing her bald pussy. Good Lord, my wife was dancing naked for another woman, wearing only her three inch high heels.

Just then, the instructor hollered out, telling the girls to switch. I expected my wife to put her clothes back on before sitting down, but she just climbed into the seat still naked. Lynn’s partner performed an equally erotic number on my wife. I could see why Lynn has been so horny, because there were naked women moving all across the studio, doing their best to turn each other on. Since I was so focused on my wife, I happened to catch her partner slip a hand down onto my wife’s crotch. The girl brought her hand up and put her finger seductively into her mouth. Geez, she must have slipped that finger into my wife’s pussy before licking it up.

I was so focused, I hadn’t noticed that all of the other guys had pulled their dicks out of their pants and were busy jacking off. Two had already come into the napkins they had handy.

The instructor told all the women to stop and gather round. By that time, she too had stripped down to her bra and panties. As Lynn and the other students grabbed their water bottles and towels, the instructor started talking about pole dancing. The next hour was going to be even more interesting.

To be continued...



Dance Class Ch. 03



Watching women learn how to pole dance isn’t nearly as much fun as watching them do it for real in a strip club. Still, there was my wife Lynn and two of her friends learning the moves in a stripping class raised my heartbeat. It was especially voyeuristic to be watching the class on hidden monitors set up to give paying customers a cheap thrill. The moves were what you’d expect. How to go up the pole. How to come down both feet first and head first. How to twirl. How to work it baby! Most importantly, all of the girls learned how not to get friction burns while taking turns on the practice pole. The five other guys watching the closed circuit tv’s each gave their own poles a workout while the women finished their class.

For me, listening to the instructor in the last five minutes of class were the most enlightening.

“Girls, get dressed and gather around. That wraps up the basic series on strip dancing. For those of you who are here to excite your husbands and boyfriends, you’ve got the basics. It’s up to you to decide how you’re going to use your new skills at home. You can attend the next five classes if you like, but the advanced session is really for those who want to become professionals.”

That surprised me, because my wife Lynn told me her dance class was an eight week commitment. I guess she planned on learning everything.

“Tonight’s the first gut check to see if you have what it takes to do this for real. Be at Little Darlings at 8 o’clock and make sure you bring your cards.” With that, all of the women headed outside. My wife walking out with her friends Deb and Sandra.

Now, I’ve got to wonder where this is going. Is my wife really going to dance for real at a strip club? Little Darlings is an all nude Vegas nightclub, not just a topless joint.

Earlier this morning, Lynn told me she would be out all day, so I knew she wouldn’t be going back home. Watching from a discreet distance, I saw Sandra and Deb get into Sandra’s car while Lynn got into her own car. I figured the girls would be going back to Sandra’s house, so I waited for them to leave before getting into my own car.

I parked around the block from Sandra’s house and watched from a school across the street. I didn’t see either of their cars, at first, but figured I might as well wait. Maybe they went to get something to eat. My patience paid off after 45 minutes when both cars appeared and the girls went inside. Okay, I’m not a peeping tom, but I had to find out what was going on inside the house. Fortunately, Sandra’s house is in a part of town with alleys behind the house. Walking back there, I could hear the girls talking in the back yard.

“Shoot, I forgot the sunscreen. I’ll be right back.”

Just my luck, the girls planned to get a little sun.

I could just see between the wooden fence slats, and what I saw was another shocker for the day. Yes, the girls were lying out in the sun, and they left their inhibitions behind. Deb and Lynn were lying on their blankets naked. Sandra came out right then carrying the suntan lotion, with all her glory on display. 

If the girls said anything, I didn’t hear it. What I saw was Sandra sit astride my wife’s legs and start to put lotion all over her shoulders, back and legs.  Lynn even opened her legs to let Sandra roam her hands on her butt cheeks and between her thighs. Lynn then turned over and sat up. Sharing the bottle, the two women put lotion on each other, paying special attention to each other’s tits and nipples. You sure don’t want anything there to burn. Lynn finished Sandra’s backside and I don’t think either woman missed an inch. Then together, the two put their hands to work on Deb, caressing her all over. This was no quiet afternoon sunbathing.

My wife never suggested to me that she was ever interested in other women. Oh yeah, I fantasized about bringing another woman into our bed. But here she was, getting physical with her two best friends.

Sandra then walked over to the patio and turned on a little dance music. I guess the girls wanted to practice their moves, because Deb started to gyrate and squirm over Lynn’s prone form. In the strip clubs, customers aren’t allowed to touch the girls, but Deb had no problem with Lynn touching back, squeezing her nipples and pinching Deb’s tit flesh. Deb then gently pushed Lynn until my wife was lying flat on her back. Deb than slid her body up Lynn’s until she was squatting over Lynn’s face. Lynn put her hands on Deb’s hips as Debbie lowered her sex until it came into contact with Lynn’s tongue and lips. While Lynn ate her friend out, Sandra came up behind Deb. With her left hand, Sandra played with Deb’s tits while her right hand reached down to caress Deb’s clit while Lynn licked her slit. Deb craned her head back so that she could kiss Sandra. Their tongue play stopped only when Deb started to moan and thrash around, proving my wife’s lesbian licking ability. Deb then lay down next to my wife and the two started french kissing. That left Sandra to attack my wife’s cunt, burying her nose between my wife’s legs. Geez, I could see why they needed sunscreen. They were so preoccupied with each other, I knew they would easily lose track of the time and end up fried.

Just then, I accidentally pushed against a garbage can. I didn’t make much noise, but the woman all stopped what they were doing. I guess they decided to move their activities inside to a much more discrete environment. Damn, there was no way I was going to see what happened next. My next plan would have to be how to catch the girls’ dancing debut in the club tonight without getting caught.