======== Message-ID: <094309Z02031996@anon.penet.fi> Path: news.primenet.com!nntp.news.primenet.com!news.fibr.net!imci4!imci3!imci2!news.internetMCI.com!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news-feed.iguide.com!uunet!in2.uu.net!nntp.inet.fi!news.funet.fi!news.csc.fi!news.eunet.fi!anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an282402@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an282402@anon.penet.fi Date: Sat, 2 Mar 1996 09:36:06 UTC Subject: Beyond Expectations [wife, group fun] [2/3] Lines: 367 Xref: news.primenet.com alt.sex.stories:136972 [Beyond Expectations - Part 2] Mike again assumed emcee mode. "Now, since this is a combined party, we need equality, don't we? Well, when there's a lady stripper, there's gotta be a guy for the ladies. Here he is, the famous, incomparable Zorro!" It seems that Zorro is the standard act for male strippers; I wonder if there's a law requiring that. Well, no matter; out he came, but before he launched into his act, he paused, smiling under his mask, and said, "Before I get started, I'd like to take a moment to introduce you to my beloved wife!" For a few moments we all wondered who that might be, but then out stepped Cheryl again, still nude from her striptease. She walked over and hugged and kissed "Zorro," then returned to the kitchen. So I was right; she had been dancing for that special one. Not only had that made her performance especially hot, but somehow just knowing she was a married woman sharing her sexiness with us with her husband as partner made her even more alluring. We all warmly applauded her again. Now it was time for him to start his part of the show. Now, have you ever noticed that, while men always remain in their places as a lady strips for them, women watching a male stripper always go nuts, running up to him, caressing him, letting him dance with them, kiss them, sometimes even more? I guess it's one of those social conventions; if one of use tried to do the same with a female stripper we'd probably get arrested. This was no exception. Our Zorro got into the music, doffing one garment at a time and using them to accentuate his pelvic thrusts. The women clapped, smiled and hooted him on, even more wildly than the guys had done during Cheryl's striptease. Eventually he got down to only his briefs, and like his wife, he was wearing a couple of layers. By now most of the younger girls, including Brianna, had circled the stage area, reaching out and feeling him on the chest, legs and his butt. He turned to face away from us, dropped to his knees which were placed wide apart and began swaying his butt back and forth. The girls didn't miss the cue, but it was Brianna who won the race. She knelt behind him and ceremoniously pulled down his outermost pair of briefs, giving his butt a long, slow caress in the process. I couldn't help but look over to Lisa and Don and even then it was a real surprise to see them smiling and shouting encouragement to their young daughter along with all the rest of us. Brianna backed off, grinning and twirling the guy's briefs on her finger. The dancer turned to face the audience and again dropped to his knees, this time leaning as far back as he could, thrusting his pelvis forward as the tiny cup of black cloth continued to barely conceal his cock. It was one of the other young girls who, urged on by her boyfriend, ran up and pulled off his G- string. She then extended her arms to him and he took the cue, holding her gently and planting a long, warm kiss on her lips. After a while she broke away, her face red but obviously having enjoyed her part in the show. The dancer, in one other thing that the male dancers seem to be able to do and the women can't, began circulating through the audience, occasionally positioning himself so one or a few of the ladies could feel him up a bit. They were all reserved enough to avoid his cock, but everything else was fair game; sometimes it seemed that he had a dozen hands moving over his lithe body, feeling, caressing and probing just about everything. With a broad smile he returned to the stage area and resumed his bumping and grinding, seeming intent on continuing as long as the women continued approving. It was still only the younger girls who had actually approached the stage, and I whispered to Shelly, "Why should only the young ones have all the fun?" She nodded perfunctorily to me and continued to clap her hands to the music, obviously having missed my point entirely. So I repeated myself and she then realized I was trying to make a point. "You...you mean me?" She was smiling, but clearly incredulous. "Why not? Who better to break the ice for us, shall we say, old folks?" Meaning, of course, everyone over 23. She just sat still, pondering. I patted her softly on the back. "Go on! Kick up your heels!" She hesitated for a while, gave her shoulders a "what the heck" shrug and began shouting to the guy, "Hey, look over here!" while extending her arms to him. He smiled and strode over to my lovely wife, taking her hands in his. Gently, he pulled her to her feet, then as she wrapped her arms around him he cradled her in his and, with a quick glance at me to make sure I didn't have a problem with the proceedings, planted a deep, warm kiss on her lips. There was a kind of pleased gasp from the audience as they watched the lady they knew so well from everyday life wrapped up with this hunk, her husband smiling and proudly urging her on. And little wonder; beneath the table he had a hard-on that could bore a hole through steel! And Zorro wasn't exactly unaffected either; his flag was running up the flagpole pretty quickly, too! Shelly seemed to be setting the pace for everyone else; as the dancer once again took a tour through the audience many of the ladies who had before only touched him now allowed him to hold and kiss them as they had with Shelly. For her part, Shelly seemed very pleased to have been the pacesetter and when she sat back down she graced me with a kiss that had enough power to light New York for three days! I managed to grab a quick feel between her legs and was thrilled to discover two things: she was thoroughly wet and excited, and she had no panties on! I hadn't noticed that when we were dressing, but when she saw that I had observed that, she simply remarked, "That's part of dressing sexy, isn't it?" I just nodded my grateful agreement. Zorro had given some of the ladies some pretty intimate caresses, though managing to not quite touch the (usually) forbidden regions. Soon he returned to the stage, took a bow and made his exit, returning for a quick "curtain call." "How about that, everyone?" Mike shouted. There was a roar of applause. There had been something for everyone in this particular act, and we were actually a bit winded from our exuberant cheering and applauding. "It's time to relax a bit, wouldn't you agree?" Mike continued. "Time for a little slow, sexy dancing, I do believe." The lights were dimmed, the music played and soon I was gliding across the floor with my wonderful wife in my arms. She began whispering in my ear, "That was fun with Zorro there, but the best part was seeing how much you liked it!" "I knew you'd find it exciting and it excited me just to know that," I replied. She stole a quick touch between my legs. "I can see that." She laughed softly. After a while we took our seats and watched some of the others dance. The mood was electrically erotic; though nothing really overt was going on, you could tell by the movements, the closeness and the intangible something in the atmosphere that this was a group of highly turned-on friends and neighbors. Mike stopped the music and called out to us again. "There will be more dancing a little later. Now it's time for another show! After a few moments for everyone to retake their seats, the lights again turned to the stage. I wondered for a moment what this new act would be. A few moments later, Cheryl and the former Zorro - his name, we finally found out, was Ed - walked back out together. At this point they were dressed like a couple of professionals, he in a business suit, she in a blouse, skirt and blazer. I noted with a bit amusement that at that moment they were the most conservatively attired couple in the place! The only anomaly is that they wore no shoes. Well, they would only get in the way anyhow. He reached out to her and she took his hand, pirouetting like a ballet dancer. He cradled her in his arms much like he had done with Shelly only much more slowly, brushing her lips with his before they locked in a powerful kiss. His fingertips traced the path from her navel up the line of buttons on her blouse until he reached the topmost one, which he unbuttoned. They slowly straightened, and she began removing his tie, and then his shirt. He gently removed her blazer and tossed it aside, passing his hand tenderly over her breast as he did so. He continued unbuttoning her blouse as she removed his shirt. In a moment her blouse was open and slipping off her shoulders. She was wearing a semi-sheer bra which set off her breasts enticingly yet concealed just enough to keep the hunger for more alive. She soon had his pants removed and wasted no time removing his shorts. Now completely nude, he concentrated on his wife's skirt, drawing down the zipper and letting the skirt fall to the floor. Cheryl was wearing a pair of panties that matched her bra and the effect was actually more exciting than if she had been entirely nude. It made it clear that there was more to come. As they embraced, his hands began to freely explore her breasts through her thin bra. This was indeed a new point in the show; up until then there had been lots of showing, but no touching. Now he fondled her erect nipple with his thumb, and she reached slowly down to place her hand on his growing cock. The group emitted an excited gasp at the moment of contact. His fingertips sought her clitoris through her panties and we could see her lurch slightly at his touch. They continued to embrace for quite some time, but then separated. This was unusual, I thought; I knew they had something in store but couldn't figure out what. But whatever it was, it was clearly build on the fact that every one of us was at a fever pitch. Their partial mating was definitely meant to provoke a peak of expectation and leave us hanging. But what next? I was breathless in anticipation, and I wasn't the only one. At this point, Cheryl stood back and with her hand, motioned him to again make a tour through the audience. I began to see the point; the sensuous act that had just taken place was meant to leave us all charged to a peak, and it was likely that the responses of the women would be even wilder and more uninhibited than before. And Cheryl, quite likely, would be getting into something of her own. At the moment, however, my thoughts were on Ed - and Shelly. Ed was again walking toward us with a sly grin on his face, and I recalled how Shelly had been the one to break the ice before, and how excited I became seeing that. As he approached, I whispered to Shelly, "Go for it!" She paused for a second, then reached out to Ed the same way she had before. Once again he took her hands and lifted her to her feet, then cradled her in his arms. Their lips met again, but this time Shelly knew what she wanted to do, which was exactly what I wanted her to. As he held her and she held him, she began leaning back, leading him to hold her the way he had been holding his wife before. He took the cue, supporting her as she leaned back further and further. The group began chanting, "More! More!" with me as much part of it as anyone. He and Shelly paused, began to straighten up as if that's as far as it would go, and the chants got louder. She smiled at us all, once again joined her lips to his, and arched her back more and more. I watched raptly as the dress slipped ever so slowly further down, aching for what I knew was coming. One more little lurch, just a little bit further down and then it happened - the dress slipped down and I thrilled to see my lovely wife's bare breasts exposed for all to see! Everyone clapped and whistled, and Ed and my wife held their positions for quite a while, showing off her firm, round breasts proudly and enticingly. Finally they straightened and Ed stood to one side as Shelly, still bare-breasted, took a slightly shy but obviously pleased bow for the group. She then sat down again and began to pull her dress back over her breasts, but I placed my hand on hers to signal her that I'd like her to leave it down. It was her option, but she went with my choice, simply rearranging it to be a little more comfortable. I saw Cheryl smiling and applauding us from her place on the stage while her husband began once again walking among the ladies in the audience and I then realized why she had remained partially dressed. This was the time for the audience to become the show, and she was deliberately remaining in the background to let the action focus on Shelly and the other women in the group. Despite my wife's bold dance, the other ladies were doing much what they had done last time, fondling Ed discreetly and kissing him. Then I saw Dave grab the string behind Linda's neck and give it a pull. Her dress instantly fell away from her breasts and she gasped with surprise in a way that reminds you of someone who has just jumped into a pool and isn't used to the water yet. But after a few moments she relaxed and got into the swing of things, pulling her dress even lower to completely expose her bosom as she once again wrapped her arms around Ed. I could see that all that aerobic exercise had certainly helped her develop one hell of a body! Ed was cautious enough not to touch any of the ladies on their breasts until they had invited him to, but Linda didn't hesitate. She drew his hand to her breast, then his head, leading him to kiss her nipples. Dave stood to get a better view and added his encouragement. Off to one side I could see, in the dim light, Jorge sneak his hand into the bodice of Sarita's low- cut dress. She squirmed in pleasure and the special excitement of the public wildness and I then saw him gently draw the dress open, revealing her breasts. I marvelled at how often I had imagined seeing these women, our neighbors, in various states of undress and in this utterly unexpected way, it was happening! And the fact that it was my wife who was not only part of it but the leader gave me chills and a record hard-on. Ed had moved to Sarita, cupping her breasts in his hands and kissing her nipples as Jorge unfastened the top of her dress to fully expose her torso. Her eyes closed and she gyrated with the sensations, as Jorge added his own attentions to Ed's. Marie and Roy were enjoying the show as much as any, but perhaps the fact that they had been married so recently held them back. Ed sensed their shyness and restrained himself to holding her briefly and giving her a quick kiss. Ed then returned to the stage, leaving three topless women behind him, and then he and Cheryl resumed their embrace. Their kiss had a greater urgency this time; his hands reached for the clasp of her bra and in a moment it fell to the floor. She leaned back and he caressed her breasts while kissing her nipples with a different passion from the way he had kissed Linda's and Sarita's, a passion for a woman he loved. She was losing herself in his touch; it was clear that even though they were performing for an audience, it was their love for each other that was really at the focus of their minds and feelings. He dropped slowly to his knees, his hands sliding her panties down as he reached for her awaiting clitoris with his tongue. This certainly wasn't the kind of act you'd find at the local lounge! Breathlessly we watched as she became increasingly consumed by his touch. I could see her breathing accelerating and her body began shaking with arousal. By now every one of us assembled there were completely synchronized with them and they knew it. Somehow I knew that another surprise awaited us. Sure enough, Ed and Cheryl parted and Ed, breathless, called out to us, "We need a volunteer!" I could hardly believe they had found the self- control to interrupt their foreplay, but they had. I was sure that what was to follow would be hot. "Is there a lady here who wants to get really wild?" he called out again. Shelly hardly needed a nudge to know that I wanted her to once again lead the way, and there was no hesitation as she strode purposefully to the stage. Ed and Cheryl together motioned for her to stand facing the rest of us. By now Ed knew that I was fully behind anything Shelly was willing to do, and when he reached up and unfastened the belt that surrounded my wife's waist. Though my eyes were almost glued to the scene before me, I was able to glance away long enough to see that everyone else was as bemused by the tableau as I was. My sweet wife was completely ready for anything and everything. As Ed slowly slipped her dress down she clasped her hands behind her neck and closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of being undressed. When the dress was down to her hips she stopped him, briefly pausing to give all of us a seductive smile that sent spears of pleasure through me. She was saving the last treat for herself. Her hands stole down to her hips, toyed for a moment with the fabric, and then pushed down. One final motion and my wife stood, nude and proud, before all of us - her friends, neighbors and acquaintances, but nobody more pleased and proud than her husband! You may recall that Ed had kissed and caressed Linda and Sarita's breasts before but that had not happened with Shelly. He quickly made up for that, standing and enfolding her in his arms as his lips sucked and kissed my wife's eager nipples. But then he pointed to me and said, "We can't leave my wife in the cold, can we?" I knew that after the tender foreplay that she had experienced, Cheryl wouldn't be sitting still for long. I had been concentrating on my wife for so long that I had almost forgotten about her. But when Ed called me up to the stage and I saw Cheryl extending her arms to me, I knew that something fantastic was going to happen. Cheryl began undressing me the same way I had watched her undress her husband. As she did I glanced over at my wife, trembling at the touches and kisses that Ed was giving her. She glanced back and her face showed that she was not only comfortable with everything that was happening; she wanted it! Both what Ed was doing to her and what Cheryl was doing to me. I could see that the rest of the assembly had moved forward, gathering closely to see every detail. Cheryl had removed the last of my clothes and between her attentions and the sight of my wife's passion I was hard as steel and quivering like jelly. Cheryl's caresses of my aching cock turned quickly into expert sucking. As soon as she saw this, Shelly moved to begin sucking Ed's cock. I reached out with one hand to caress Cheryl's breast and with the other to caress my wife's. I began to feel that almost dizzying effect of intense arousal as I looked upon the two nude, beautiful women before me. Then, almost as if on a signal, Ed and Cheryl drew back and then turned to each other. Cheryl lay back on the carpeted floor and opened her legs as Ed positioned himself to enter her. With a resounding gasp, Cheryl received him, her back arching with his first thrust. 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