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Authors name: Ouroboros
Story Title : Hiring the Dancer (ffm)
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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." 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 lingerie. I got a subscription to a men's
magazine and struck poses like the girls in the
magazine. Nothing would make him quit going 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 in-
side me. I asked him if 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 more. 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 alcohol. 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 too.
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
groady. She was a beautiful woman with an aura of power
about her.
I introduced myself. Candi asked what I looked like
under my terry cloth robe. Gary helped me uncover my-
self. 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 a big blond perm. She could have been a cover girl
for one of thoughts 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. Be-
fore 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. Every time 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 duffel bag and
lead 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 hus-
band'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
duffel 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, pour-
ing 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 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 throb-
bing 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 touch-
ing 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 elec-
trifying. She was the same as me, but 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 for-
ward, 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 himself. Candi reached
over to help him stroke his huge erection.
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 our 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 to-
gether.
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, lean-
ing 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 her 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 nip-
ples became larger and harder 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, kiss-
ing 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 do each other.
I ate and ate Candi's pussy, while she squealed
with delight and shuddered with orgasms. I saw my hus-
band 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. Then 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.
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WARNING!!! NEVER, NEVER practice unsafe sex. In this day
and age, it is just plain stupid to have unprotected sex
with strangers. This story is for entertainment not to
be imitated. You only have one body per lifetime.... So
take good care of it... Kristen
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