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From: wisenack@mrwonderful.org (Wisenack)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: WIFE-DNC.TXT F stripper
Date: Mon, 26 Feb 1996 01:50:00 GMT
Message-ID: <96022520031115367@mrwonderful.org>
Organization: Mr.  Wonderful's Lair!...  Los Angeles, CA 213-261-8055

   I L I K E T O D A N C E By: Lisa

   It all started because my husband, Jeremy, likes to show me off to his
friends.  I have a nice face, and a really good body.  I stand 5'9" and
weigh a trim 120 pounds, with long blonde hair and brown eyes.  My husband
says that I am a perfect "10".  Whenever he goes on a business trip, Jeremy
buys me exotic lingerie or a sexy swimsuit.  Although the lingerie is used
only in private moments with my husband, Jeremy has encouraged me to wear
the most revealing swimsuits, or the skimpiest bikini, in public.  I always
seem to attract a lot of attention from the guys around the pool.  I love
it; I feel very daring and sexy.

   Last winter, Jeremy got excited about the idea of showing off more of my
body in public.  I felt shy about it, but since we try to help each other
out with our fantasies, I thought I should at least try to go along with
him.  We explored lots of options, from nude beaches to posing for some
modeling shots.  Those ideas sounded fine to me, and I agreed to try some
of them once the spring came.

   One day in April, my husband called me at work in the late afternoon. 
He sounded very excited, and told me to meet him at a night club called
"The Twilight Room" as soon as I got off work.  I had never heard of this
place and needed directions.  Jeremy claimed he had finally found our
fantasy, but didn't elaborate on that.

   At 5:00pm, I got into my car and shot over to The Twilight Room, very
curious to find out what all this excitement was about.  Jeremy met me just
inside the lobby, and then escorted me to a cozy booth in the corner. 
"What's up?" I asked him.

   With a sly grin, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a piece of
paper.  He held it up for me to read.  "It's an amatuer contest here at The
Twilight Room!" he exclaimed.  I looked at him blankly.  "You know!" he
continued.  "Wet T-shirt.  Topless, if you want!"

   Just then, the waitress brought our drinks.  I do not think I ever
needed one as badly as I did then.  I was petrified, and cast about wildly
for a way to talk him out of this insanity.  Sitting topless on a beach or
posing for pictures was one thing, but dancing nude in front of hundreds of
strangers was more than I was ready for.

   Jeremy persisted, though, and over the next week I grew more and more
accepting of the idea.  I convinced myself that the $500 grand prize could
buy us a mini vacation.  I also noticed during this time that our
lovemaking was even more passionate than usual, and on my part at least, I
had fantasies of people looking at me.  Finally, I agreed to do it.

   Since I had only two weeks to get ready, I arranged to go to a tanning
salon every day after work to get rid of my winter whiteness.  I have
always been a good dancer, but each night I practiced and worked out a
little routine to ZZ Top's song "Legs".  My husband says that the song
could have been written about me.  It really turned Jeremy on to watch me
dance, particularly the last sequence when I pulled off my pink T-shirt. 
He always had a huge hard-on when I finished, and I always put it to good
use.  I would take his cock into my mouth and suck on it, trying to swallow
it down my greedy throat.  As the contest drew closer, I noticed that the
gobs of cum he shot down my throat each night only seemed to be more
explosive and powerful.

   On the night of the contest, however, he practically had to drag me into
The Twilight Room.  The club was packed, and I noticed that at least three
men I knew from work were there.  I could have died.

   When I got backstage, I calmed down a little.  Most of the others seemed
scared, just as I was, to be here.  We were all local girls in the amatuer
contest and probably the majority of us had never done this sort of thing
before.  There were a dozen of us, and we helped each other with our hair
and costumes.  My husband had given me a large bottle of baby oil, and I
dutifully rubbed the lotion over my body until I glistened like polished
chrome.

   I was the last dancer to go out.  The waiting was pure agony.  I had a
knot in my stomach, and could not see what was going on out front.  But
when each girl came back from her performance, I could see the excitement
in her eyes.  All of the ladies were beautiful, and I did not think I had
one single chance at winning.

   I looked in the mirror, and adjusted the little pink hot pants and
knotted the matching T-shirt tight in front.  Finally, my name was called
over the sound system.  "Let's welcome our next contestant, a 22-year-old
local girl named Lisa!"

   When I got on stage, I was surprised because the lights were so bright
and so hot.  I could not see anyone out in the audience, and that helped me
to relax.  The next thing I remember was that two handsome waiters came on
stage, each with a large bucket.  As the music started, each of them doused
me with gallons upon gallons of water.

   As I danced, I was filled with a wonderful mixture of both fear and
sensuality.  I was aware of the tight, firm globes of my breasts covered by
the thin, soaked T-shirt.  I was aware of the hot pants I wore, and how
they clung to my ass and hips.  I heard roars and cheers coming from the
men in the audience, and that only seemed to entice me even more.  I
started dancing like never before.

   Suddenly, I realized that the end of the song was very near.  I almost
hesitated, but the excitement was building within me so much that the
thought of not taking my outfit off was the most dissapointing thought
there could be.  In one quick movement, I pulled the T-shirt off.  The
crowd cheered even louder.  I was so hot and bothered that I could not even
breathe.  My nipples were tight and hard, and I ran my fingers over them.
The energy in the club seemed to rise.

   The song had reached the last chorus when I realized that this was not
enough for me.  With that thought, I unbuckled the hot pants and got out of
them as quickly as possible.  I kept the tiny leather garment on a foot,
and then kicked it into the audience.

   I was now standing in front of a crowd of men, perfectly, gloriously,
and nude.  The only things I were wearing was a pair of spiked high heels,
along with my soaked blonde hair and oil-glistened skin.  I imagined all of
the men in the audience were sex-starved maniacs, and had visions of them
coming onto the stage and fucking my body for hours and hours.  The thought
only made me more excited.

   The crowd went wild as I thrusted my pelvis toward them, while slowly
running the tips of my fingers up the inside of my thighs, along the side
of my mound.  Then I took a finger and slid it down my flat belly and into
my vaginal opening, closing my eyes, and cumming harder and more powerful
than I had ever done before.

   The next thing I remember was that I had won the contest.  The two
waiters were up there with me, holding my arms high in the air and
cheering. The emcee was shaking a big bottle of champagne and pointing it
right at me.  The cork was popped, and then the white, foamy champagne shot
out all over my body and covered my skin.  I closed my eyes and laughed,
and then it seemed as though an earthquake hit as my body vibrated -- I
came again.  They practically had to carry me offstage.

   That night, clutching the winner's $500 check in my hand, I retrieved an
old mattress from the basement and threw it onto the kitchen floor.  I
grabbed Jeremy and threw him down onto the mattress, and made him fuck me
until neither of us could take it anymore.  We awoke in the morning and
both of us were exhausted and naked on the mattress.  I had a delicious
feeling that perhaps some of the neighbors had heard all the screams of
passion that came from the kitchen the previous night.  I hope they did.

   This story could end here.  But, it won't.  A month later, my husband
went out of town for a long business trip.  Needless to say, I felt quite
lonely.  One evening, after he had been gone for a few days, I got to the
point of where I was sick of watching television alone.  I got into my car
and drove over to The Twilight Room.  I suppose I was drawn by the memory
of the excitement I had experienced there before.

   Since it was a weeknight, the place was pretty empty.  Surprisingly, I
saw my three male friends from work at the bar -- the same who had been
here when I had danced and stripped a month earlier.  They had been nice
enough not to embarrass me at work by mentioning the contest I had
participated in.  In fact, none of them had even made a slight overture
while at work about that glorius night.  But in the club, I saw them
looking at me in a different light.  A very different light.

   Their eyes explored my body.  I decided to join them at the bar. 
Finally, the bar had emptied except for us and the bartender.  The talk
turned to the contest.  They sincerely expressed how turned on they had
been watching me dance nude.  Since they knew me personally from the
office, they all said it was the most exciting thing they had even seen in
their life -- knowing and being attracted to someone from work, only to
have that person show up at a dance contest and strip totally nude.  It
made me feel good inside to be appreciated.  I told them that I was glad it
was special for them, because it had been special for me too.

   Darren, the most shy and handsome one of the bunch, looked at me and
said, "Lisa, I'd really like to see you dance again." The others all chimed
in their agreement.  Thinking that they were only joking, I laughed and
told them that I never danced for anything less than $500.

   To my enormous surprise, all four of them reached into their wallets and
started pulling out money.  Two $100 bills and ten $20s were placed onto a
pile before me on the counter.  Ricky, the bartender, walked over to the
cash register and fished out two $50s and placed them on the pile of money.
I knew Ricky could get into a lot of trouble for that.  But at the same
time, I was touched by their sweetness and fired up by their desire.  I
felt a flame start to burn within my belly and then slowly spread to other
parts of my body.

   I suddenly realized that I wanted to dance as much as they wanted me to!
I offered them my sweetest smile while stuffing the $500 into the back
pocket of my tight jeans.  I slipped off the barstool, and told them to
lock the door and get things ready for me.

   Backstage, I found some more baby oil.  I undressed in front of a
mirror, and slowly slicked the lotion all over my body, letting the moment
build.  I slipped my G-string back on, and put the blouse and high heels
(i.e.  fuck-me pumps) I had worn to the club back on.  I left my bra and
jeans in the dressing room.

   I heard the music start up outside, and almost fell over myself running
up the steps to get onto the stage.  Again, I was surprised by how bright
the lights were, and I realized that except for the noise, it was
impossible to see how many men were in the audience.

   I decided to pretend it was as packed like it was on the evening of the
amatuer contest.  Suddenly, I was sprayed down with ice-cold water from two
buckets.  The shock of the cold water sent sparks through me, and I began
to dance in a sizzling frenzy of lusty motion.

   This time, I did not wait too long to pull my top off.  My breasts were
outlined in the wet blouse.  As the 37c-sized globes shimmered and shook,
it seemed as though they were crying out, begging, to be seen by the eyes
of my three co-workers and the bartender.

   I danced topless for awhile, only in my G-string and heels.  I could not
see the men because of the lights, but I knew they were watching me with
adoration.  The excitement within my body spread down to my pussy.  Thus, I
wiggled out of the tiny G-string and felt the attention focus on my slender
waist and hips, as well as the blonde triangle of curls in the front.  I
felt like I was sucking them deep into my soaked vulva.  I closed my eyes
and rocked to the music, then slid a finger into my crevice and started
masturbating for them.

   When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see Darren in front of me,
swaying to the music without a single piece of clothing on.  I guess he was
not as shy as I once thought!  He must have seen the excited look in my
eyes because he smiled, and then dropped to his knees.  He motioned me to
move toward him.  Once again, I could not breathe.

   The music slowed, and I danced toward him.  He reached out and grabbed
my hips, and then pulled me toward him.  He brought my wet pussy to his
face as his hands now massaged and held tight onto my bare ass.  Darren's
tongue flicked back-and-forth over my clitoris, and it sent shockwaves of
pleasure through me.  No one but Jeremy had ever used their tongue like
this on me, and this definitely was a new experience with Darren!  I threw
my head back in ultimate ecstasy, my neck arched, my breasts pressed
outward, all the while grinding my pussy into his awaiting, hungry mouth.

   Then, Darren was on his back, pulling me down on top of him.  I knelt
down astride his muscular hips and felt him inject his hard cock deep into
the moistness of my willing vagina.  His cock was not as long as Jeremy's,
but it was thicker.  I settled down on top of it and began to grind slowly.
Darren filled me with excitement and lust!  As his body bucked beneath me
and I swayed above, I felt the eyes of the others on me.  Then, only their
faces appeared in the ring of bright lights.  I looked deep into their eyes
and smiled as Darren fucked me.

   Darren came long before I wanted him to, shooting hot jets of cum deep
into my love canal.  I was about to cry out in desperation, but then I felt
something hard brush against my cheek.

   There was Ricky, standing above me with the biggest cock I had ever seen
(at least 10 inches!).  Tag-team fucking!, I said to myself.

   Gratefully and perhaps greedily, I turned to Ricky and sucked his prick
all the way into my mouth.  Darren grew limp inside me and laid motionless
on the stage, his hands resting behind his head.  It seemed as though he
was having a good time watching me give Ricky a blowjob.  Once Ricky came,
his warm load of cum overflowed my mouth and throat.  I wanted even more! I
stood up, and motioned my other two co-workers, Michael and Aaron, to come
closer.  I told Michael to lay down on his back, and I got onto my hands
and knees and grasped his rock-hard cock.  Then I told Aaron to get on his
knees behind me, and fuck me in the doggie-style position while I sucked
Michael's cock.

   At the same time I gave Michael a blowjob, I cried out in pleasure as
Aaron gave me the hardest doggie-style fucking of my entire life.  His hips
POUNDED against my ass, his meat seemingly treading deeper into my body
with each and every thrust.  Michael yelled out in ecstasy as his cock
erupted like a volcano, and the sticky juices splashed into my face and
hair.  Soon after, I had my own mind-shattering orgasm as Aaron continued
to drill me from behind.

   After Aaron had blown his own load, Darren moved closer and rolled me
over onto my back.  I was exhausted and felt as though I couldn't take
anymore.  But his tongue and lips nibbling on my breasts soon changed my
mind.  I started to moan softly, and then felt Ricky's face between my
thighs.  He began to lick away at my clit with his tongue.  Within moments,
Ricky had me in the missionary position while Darren stood on his knees
over my neck, leaning down so his cock could fit nicely into my mouth.

   We went on for several hours.  They would take turns in groups of two on
me.  This had been the best night of my entire life, and I never wanted it
to end.  Therefore, I welcomed them to use my body as much as they so
desired -- and in any way.

   After we had stopped for a short rest, I noticed Ricky was fiddling with
something along the side of the stage.  I asked him what he was doing, and
to my shock, he tpld me that the whole evening since I began my dance had
been captured on videotape.  Fearful, I began to protest, but he gently
told me to wait before I made a decision, and that if I wanted to destroy
the videotape, I could do so.

   Ricky re-wound the tape, as we sipped fresh champagne, I watched myself
dancing and undressing, then being fucked in all sorts of positions by
these studs.  We all got so excited that we went at it all over again.  I
told Ricky to start the camera up again.

   I took the videotape home that evening and dubbed it for each of the
guys, so they could have a copy too.  During the next two weeks (the time
Jeremy was away on business), I became so hungry and horny for sex that I
went to the club on three different nights and had "repeat performances"
with Darren, Ricky, Aaron and Michael.  I would simply tell Darren that day
at work that I wanted to meet he and the others at the club after-hours
that same evening.  I would first strip for them, and then we would fuck
until total exhaustion took over.  Each night was videotaped.  Only this
time, I didn't charge them.  I did not want their money; I wanted their
cocks.

   After Jeremy came back from his business trip, it took me three days to
drudge up the courage to tell him what had been happening.  I told him how
lonely I had been, and how excited I had become that first time he took me
to the club for amatuer night.  Jeremy didn't say a word as I explained I
didn't go there intending to get gang-fucked the first evening I went by
myself.  I told him how it happened, and how hot it had made me.

   I should have told Jeremy the night he got back from his trip, because
he and I have an open relationship and don't like to share secrets.  He was
not even jealous, let alone mad.  It was his fantasy to have me strip up on
stage in the first place.

   Now, my husband and I watch the videotapes all the time.  It gets him so
sexually revved-up to watch me in action with the four guys.  There has
even been a discussion or two of me quitting my office job and becoming a
full-time stripper.  It is a very distinct possibility.

   In fact, Jeremy gets so turned on by the videotapes that he has said it
is okay for me to go back to the club and fuck those four guys -- just as
long as he can join in too, and it has to be caught on film.  We will be
going back there for a get-together in just two short days.  Perhaps I will
have to write another text like this one, describing that forthcoming night
and share it with others through computer-land?

   As for me, well, now I know what really excites me the most.  And I am
certainly more than happy for any chance to perform for my men.  -- Lisa *
Blue Wave/QWK v2.20 [NR] *