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Yes, this is a sex story. It's fiction. Don't get upset.
Don't read it unless you want to read words about sex.

 * * * 

     My marriage to Gary began well, and we always had an

enthusiastic sex life, but a couple of years along our

road, an old college buddy of Gary's moved to Seattle.

Dereck and Gary began hanging out together, along with some

friends of Dereck's from work. Soon two Fridays a month

became "boys' night out nights." That was the polite name

for them. Once, when they thought I wasn't listening, I

heard one of Dereck's buddies refer to their Friday nights

as "beer & boobs" nights. Sometimes he'd come back from

these nights with sticky underwear that he'd bury in the

hamper, but I 'd find them on wash day.

     I watched an afternoon talk show on what the lap

dancers did. I was glad Gary wasn't cheating on me, not

really anyway, but it still upset me. Gary and I had a row

about his hanging out in strip clubs with the boys, but

since he told me he wasn't fooling around and our sex life

remained hot, I didn't complain too much. Still, I felt I

wasn't satisfying my husband in some way. I tried lingere.

I a subscription to a men's magazine and struck poses like

the girls in the magazine. Nothing would make him quit

going on on Fridays with the gang.

     One night, as we watched TV before the boys came by to

pick him up, I put a sexy movie in our VCR, and enticed him

into making love. I could tell he was trying not to cum. I

asked him about it. He told me about the semi-nude dancers

and their lap dances.

     I was naked, sitting in his lap with his dick inside

me. I asked him if I my body couldn't compete with the

dancers' bodies. During our love-making, my husband has

always whispered to me how much he loved my body: my long,

black hair; my smooth, perfect skin; my long legs; my

fleshy hips, and my breasts, which are almost big enough to

fill a C cup. He assured me my body was "fabulous." 

     "Then all I have to do is learn to dance," I said. We

made love a little move. I mounted him, thrusting against

him and guiding his hands to my breasts. As I felt him

become excited, I leaned over to whisper in his ear, "Talk

to your favorite dancer. Hire her to teach me to excite you

the way she does." Then we both came. He barely had time to

shower and get cleaned up before the doorbell range, and

Dereck hustled him off to the car for a "beer & boobs"

night.

     That night, when he returned to lie beside me in bed,

he smelled of cigarettes and alchol. He hugged me tight. I

could feel his hard dick. I reached down to stroke it, and

in a flash he was inside me, pumping and pumping. He hadn't

been this enthusiastic since our honeymoon. I came with a

groan. "It's all set for next week," he said. "She'll be

here on Thursday." Then he came.

     My husband promised to pick the dancer up after work.

The next Thursday, I was all excited when I heard our car

pull up outside. I checked my hair and lipstick and my

push-up bikini to make sure I looked just right. Not

wanting to seem forward, I threw on my robe to cover myself.

     Gary came inside. "She couldn't come, but I brought a

friend of hers. She is not my favorite dancer." He was

going to say something else, but then Candi came in,

dressed in a kimono and caring a small bag. She wasn't

grotty. She was beautiful woman with a aura of power about

her.

     I introduced myself. Candi asked what I looked like

under my terri cloth robe. Gary helped me uncover myself. I

hadn't ever been eyed by another woman before. I blushed

with embarrassment.

     "Let get started," she said. She slipped out of her

kimono. She wore a shear blouse and a g-string. I never

wore a bikini at any beach that showed so much. I knew why

Gary liked going to the strip club. Her breasts were

big—bigger than a D cup. Her ass was fuller, bouncier than

mine. Her legs were thicker and more muscular. She had big

blond perm. She could have been a cover girl for a men's

magazine.

     We sipped some wine. She talked about the club a

little bit and sorted through our CDs to select the music.

Gary said we should begin.

     "Start the music," she said, "and watch me."

     Gary sat on the couch.

     I punched the "play" button on the CD player. Before I

could sit in a chair to watch, Candi began. She gyrated in

front of Gary for a moment, then turned around to sit in

his lap. She rubbed her butt back and forth across his lap,

then went through a series of motions, moving her hair, her

breasts, and her legs near his face. At first I thought she

was being dirty, then being funny, then I saw the effect she

was having on Gary. He couldn't take his eyes off her. Not

much happened though. Everytime Gary reached for her, she

gently guided his hands away, either back to the couch or

to her waist.

     When the music ended, I said, "That was the demo?" It

didn't look too hard.

     Candi smiled at Gary and me. She said, "Let's get you

dressed properly." She picked up her duffle bag and

followed me into our bedroom. "Don't you have a string

bikini?" I admitted I did, but that I didn't like to wear

it. "Make what you do with it you and your husband's

secret," she said. "And wear a blouse instead of a bikini

top."

     She helped me out of my bikini. As I untangled the

string bikini's top, she said, "Don't wear it. You should

just have skin under the blouse." I put on the string

bottom while she searched my closet for just the right top:

the shear black blouse I had bought to tempt Gary away from

the strip club.

     She dropped my blouse on the bed. "Before you put it

on, we should get your skin ready." She opened her duffle

bag to take out a bottle of oil. "Smell," she said, opening

the bottle and offering it to me. It smelled lightly of

peaches, I thought. She poured some on her hands, then

said, "Turn around." She began to oil my back and arms. She

worked her way down my back, pouring more oil on her hands

and rubbing it into my butt and thighs. "The oil will

prevent chaffing." I looked puzzled, and she explained,

"You'll be rubbing against his clothing. It's rough on your

skin." After she finished with my thighs, she ordered me to

turn around, oiled her hands, and began to rub the

delicious scent into my chest, breasts, and belly, working

my flesh in her strong hands until I felt warm, almost

glowing, and supple. When she finished with my thighs, I

felt so sexy, so desirable. I'd never felt such inner

warmth and arousal. "Get ready, and we'll do our dance,"

she said.

     I put on the blouse. The red color of my aerola could

be clearly seen through the material, and my nipples were

obviously hard.

     When we re-entered the living room, my husband had

stripped down to his underwear, which showed off his huge

cock.

     Candi guided me to the couch, gesturing for me to take

a seat. 

     "I thought I'd dance for my husband," I said, turning

to face him.

     She leaned over to whisper in my ear, "Let me show you

how." Her breath was moist and warm. "Sit down." I did. She

sat in my lap facing me, staring at me. She was beautiful.

Her hair framed her face. I felt the throbbing beat of the

music inside me as she rubbed her legs against mine and

wiggled in my lap. I remembered how my husband had reached

for her, and I held back from touching her.

     "This is what we do in the private area," she said.

Then she unbuttoned and removed her blouse. She rubbed her

breasts into my lap. They were so large and soft, I

couldn't resist. I stroked her hair. She kissed my fingers. 

     Inching her way up my body, she continued swaying to

the music, rubbing her breasts against my belly. As her

breasts came into contact with mine, it was electrifying.

She was the same and different from me.  

     Candi stood up. She turned around to wiggle her butt

in my face. I caressed her large, round bottom. I was

breathing so hard. She put one foot on the couch beside me,

opening her legs wide, then pulled aside the g-string so

that I could see her pussy lips. They were wet. I could

feel that I was wet, too.

     Candi leaned over me. I couldn't resist her any

longer: I grasped her boobs. They felt heavy and filled my

hands. Her nipples were hard. I rubbed them with my palms.

Candi sighed and titled her head, arching her back to

thrust her breasts into my face. I leaned forward, opened

my eyes wide and my mouth wider, then I took a nipple into

my mouth. I sucked and sucked until her hard nipple seemed

to fill my mouth.

     I opened my eyes. My husband was sitting naked on the

couch next to us, stroking his dick. Candi reached over to

help him stroke it.

     She continued to press her body into me. I closed my

eyes as I licked down from her breasts. I nuzzled her soft

skin, smelled the peach scent of the oil she had rubbed

into her skin , tasted her warm flesh. I licked lower and

lower. I thought, I must be low enough now. I expected to

touch her private parts. I found her navel and teased it

with my tongue, then licked even lower. I couldn't find

what I was looking for.  I was eager to nuzzle her pubes,

then as I stuck my tongue out to lick her warm skin, I

remembered: she had shaved her pussy. I expected hair, but

my tongue slipped in between the folds of her pussy. 

     Candi had removed her g-string!

     I clasped at her ass to pull her pussy closer to my

face as I tasted the delicious flavor of a woman. She

tasted better than when I licked my husband clean after

sex. She caressed my head, pulling us closer together.

     My husband leaned over, nibbled my ear, then

whispered, "I watched you two in the bedroom. " He came,

spurting cum over Candi's breasts until he directed his

stream onto his chest. Candi came, too. The thrill of

sucking her was almost too much for me. I switched from

pussy to nipple, licking Gary's jism from her breasts. She

rubbed my pussy through my bikini: I trembled with orgasm.

     The song ended.

     Candi put her g-string back on, but not her blouse.

She said, "Now show me what you've learned."

     I reached for my top, but Candi slipped it between the

cushions on the couch. "Do your dance without it," she said.

The next song on the CD started. I wiggled my butt in

Candi's face. She fondled my ass and hips, leaning forward

to kiss both my cheeks. 

     When I felt her fingers run up my thighs to touch my

pussy, I teased her as she had teased my husband and me: I

sat in the lap so that he couldn't reach inside my

g-string. "Good, good," she said. I wiggled my ass in her

lap in time with the music. She leaned forward. I felt her

huge tits, warm and firm against my back. She reached

around me to grasp at my breasts. My nipples became large

and hard as she kneaded my breasts.

     I stood up, pulling away from her, turning to face

her, swaying in time with the music, teasing my own hair,

touching my nipples, running my hands up my thighs. I sat

in her lap to stare at her as she had stared at me. She

leaned forward and embraced me, kissing me. I was so hot I

melted in her arms. She twisted, flinging me down on the

couch. Before I realized fully what she wanted, I had

raised my hips so that she could yank off my g-string. She

pried my legs apart and began licking my cunt with short,

strong strokes so unlike my husband, who likes to suck my

pussy lips into his mouth, "chewing me" he calls it. In no

time I was cumming. Somewhere in between my orgasms, Candi

turned around so that we could sixty-nine.

     I ate and ate Candi's pussy, while she squealed with

delight and shuddered with orgasms. I saw my husband

watching us and stroking his dick. He fondled Candi's legs

and rubbed his dick against her thighs and ass. I refused

to move my head to let his dick near her pussy. He tried

again. She reached back, pushing him away.

     Soon, she was satisfied. She said it was time for her

go. Candi knelt next to the couch, then leaned over to kiss

me. I could taste my pussy on her lips. "That was

wonderful," I said. 

     "Men are better," she said.

     After she left, I spread my legs, and my husband

mounted me. We screwed for what seemed like hours. He was

ravenous and inexhaustible. He kept licking my face to

taste Candi's pussy juice. I let him come in my pussy, then

in my mouth. When we tired, we headed for the shower.

     That night as my husband and I cuddled in bed, I said,

"Next time you have a 'beer & boobs' night, bring the guys

inside the house before you go to the bar. I'll do a

warm-up show for you." That wasn't quite my plan for that

night, but that was all I wanted my husband to know.

* * *

The Worm Ouroboros

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