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Authors name: Martin (mjohanson4@excite.com)
Story title : Ladies Night Out
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Ladies Night Out
by Martin (mjohanson4@excite.com)
My plan was formulated 9 months ago. It was more
like a fantasy, a dream, a hope. I had tried
before but something inside me said this time
would actually be different.
I'm a professional, I just turned 35 in February
and my wife had recently given birth to my second
child the previous December. My family was
complete, a 3 year old boy, new baby girl, and a
sweet wonderful 31-year-old beautiful wife and
mother who miraculously gets her terrific figure
back weeks after childbirth. But I wasn't happy
with myself. I'm a fairly successful senior
manager at a large firm, but I sit on my ass all-
day and just wasn't happy with my physical
appearance and energy level. I'm 5'9" tall and
at the time weighed 215 lbs. Our sex life had
dwindled down to about twice a month and while it
was great when it happened, I really wanted
greater frequency. I blamed my looks. Who would
want to sleep with this fat shit? I was
determined to lose 40 pounds, muscle up a bit and
energize my life.
The plan was to diet and get some regular
exercise. Improve my habits. I resolved that I
would do this by the end of 1999. Then I decided
that I wouldn't unveil my new and improved
physical self to my wife until her birthday in
November. I started to get pumped up and
motivated. I started dieting and it seemed
easier than in the past. Then about three weeks
later I started working out. A month later, I
signed up with a personal trainer to keep the
motivation going and push me a bit harder. It
wasn't cheap, but it was well worth it. I had
lost over 25 pounds in three months. My wife was
noticing a bit, but I kept my distance from her.
Occasionally I gave her oral sex to keep her at
bay. I was determined not to have her see me
naked until I was down to 175 pounds. By June, I
was at 185 and my arms and chest had really
started to grow. I was as strong as I was in
college and feeling great. Now I could run on
the treadmill 45 minutes without killing myself.
When I started, I thought I would need a hospital
after 3 minutes. Now I was doing about 400 crunches
a day. In the morning I did 100 and 50 whenever
I got a chance throughout the day. Now I was
determined to have a washboard stomach by
November (something I never had even in college).
The hardest things were the clothes. Everything
was too big. My 38-inch waist was quickly
approaching 34. My 17-1/2 inch neck was now 16. I
looked ridiculous in my old suits but I wasn't
going to buy anything until December.
My wife and I always said we would like two
children and in mid-June we both sat down and
decided that we really didn't want to have
anymore, two was enough. I said that I would get
a vasectomy. I looked on the Internet one day
for some information to see what other people had
experienced. One friend told me how terrible it
was (he needed ice near the bed and couldn't move
for a week) and another told me it was no big
deal and was back at work the next day. I wanted
to know more. During my search, a clinic in
California popped up promoting a vasectomy and
penis enlargement operation. Supposedly a
portion of the operation is covered by insurance.
I was intrigued.
While I was never really unhappy with my size,
what man wouldn't like to be larger? My cock is
fairly thick at nearly 7 inches around and is 6 3/4
inches long. The documentation said they could
possibly add 2 inches. Wow, I couldn't imagine
having a cock 8 3/4 inches long. I stood in front
of the mirror with a cloth tape measure and just
the thought had my cock at full mast. I rolled
out the tape to the tip and put on another 2
inches. Two inches is a lot. In the mirror it
looked huge. Boy that would be great. I thought
about it for about a week and finally called.
It was weird talking to a female nurse on the
phone about all this but she must do it all the
time and was very professional about it. She
said that most people gain at least 1 inch in
length and sometimes as much as 2 1/2 inches.
Stretching exercises must be done after the
operation and you couldn't really have sex for a
period of time. There is some reduction in the
overall length during the healing process but the
stretching exercises keep it to a minimum. She
inquired about increasing the thickness of my
cock but I told her how thick I was and that I
was happy with it. She said that was plenty
thick and that the operation for that isn't quite
as successful anyway. She asked me quite a bit
about my wife and if she approved. I told her it
was going to be a surprise. The nurse was not
very supportive of the surprise aspect and tried
to persuade me into talking it over with my wife.
It seems they really want everybody to be part of
this decision.
After another week of pondering it, I decided to
do it. I called and made an appointment. It was
scheduled Only 3 weeks later, I would fly out and
spend several days there. The operation costs
about $3,000 so all in with flights and hotel it
ran me about $4,500. I took a few days off from
work. I told my wife I had a business obligation
and 3 weeks later I was in California. I don't
remember being so nervous. Even when my wife was
giving birth I wasn't this nervous. It is a
simple operation and I couldn't believe the
results. Don't be mistaken. You are pretty
tender afterwards but I was immediately pleased
with the results. Now, even when not aroused my
cock hung handsomely between my legs. Any scars
quickly healed in weeks. I was now even more
determined to hit my 175 pounds. My exercising
shifted into even higher gear. After a period of
healing time I was taking two aerobic classes a
day. Combined with my diet I was breaking
through the 180 mark.
After I fully healed I was tempted often to
unveil myself. Even in the showers at the health
club, I felt more confidence and while I'm not
interested in men, I was proud to have
transformed my body over 7 months and didn't feel
the need to cover myself in the shame and modesty
that I had felt in the past.
As my wife's birthday approached I came up with a
more elaborate plan to expose myself to her.
Next to all the strip club ads in the sports
section of the newspaper I saw an ad for a male
revue for women. They were promoting an
amateur's night on Wednesday's. The club had a
male amateur male revue on Wednesday's till 11:00
then men are allowed into the club. On Sunday,
Monday, Tuesday and Thursday and Saturday's only
women dance. On Fridays a professional men's
revue is done until 11:00 then women and men
dance together.
The club is about an hour's drive away from my
house and I couldn't think of a good reason for
my wife to be there. I needed someone else to
help.
I turned to my wife's best friend since
elementary school, Liz. Liz is a lesbian and
works as a librarian. She is very beautiful and
her girlfriends are usually just as beautiful.
She even admitted to us that she didn't
understand the butch side of lesbianism. She
said, "I like girls, why would I want to be with
a girl that looks like a guy?" We have always
been able to talk very openly together. I told
her my plan and asked for suggestions.
Well she asked me if I had danced there yet? No.
How do you know they will let you dance? I
didn't.
Well, first I had to see if they would let me
dance. If they let me, then dance and see if I
would want to do it in front of my wife. Then we
would take it to the next level.
I made some calls and the club manager was very
professional about it. On the phone he felt I
was a little old to start doing this but told me
to come down anyway. They try to get six to
eight guys for every Wednesday. Amateur means
that they won't pay you for dancing but any tips
you can keep. However, Wednesday is usually a
light crowd. If a dancer is any good they might
be asked back for a paid weekend gig. Friday
nights and the bachelorette parties are where the
real money lies. He invited me back that night
to see the pros in action and hopefully pickup
some tips. The pros dance to three or four songs
at a time. I learned that on amateur night we
would dance to two songs for our set, about seven
or eight minutes. One thing you notice is that
you need a gimmick. Some kind of look. Most
guys were totally shaved with a couple of guys
with body hair. I was very pleased as I compared
my 35-year-old body to most of these guys in
their twenties. A couple of them must have been
on steroids they were so huge but it seemed the
women weren't into the huge guys anyway. I had
one huge drawback. I'm a redhead with very fair
skin. The only thing that dulls the glare is my
modest amount of body hair. Everybody, I mean
everybody, had incredible tans. I asked the
manager about this and he laughed. He said,
"Come with me." He took me backstage to a
dressing room where all the guys were hanging
out. He asked one of the guys for a something
and he handed him a bottle. He turned to me and
handed me the bottle and said, "This is the
trick." I took it and turned to the guy who gave
it to us and asked if I could try some. He said,
"Sure." I took a little into my palm and spread
it on my arm. I couldn't believe it! My skin
turned a golden brown, and the golden red hairs
on my arm turned a light brown. Wow! I thought.
The manager explained that I was considering
dancing Amateur night. A couple of the guys gave
me some tips and let me keep the bottle of
tanning lotion which was still almost half full.
He said it took about half a bottle to cover your
body and that it lasted about two weeks. It is
waterproof and goes on very smooth. There was an
800 number on the bottle so I could order more.
I was feeling confident so I told the manager I
would like to dance. He said he was booked for
the next two Wednesday's, but the 27th was open,
the fourth Wednesday of October. I told him to
book me. He said if I had any second thoughts to
please let him know a few days ahead of time so
he could reschedule. I asked him if he could
also tentatively book me for the second week of
November (the week of my wife's birthday). He
said no problem.
I called Liz from the car phone as soon as I hit
the highway home. I was totally excited about
this. The next day Liz and I met to discuss the
show. I was worried about the tanning effect and
how I would hide it after the October show. Liz
and I flirted with the option of not using it.
But I am so white, I knew that wouldn't be the
answer. Liz was kind and said that at least I
would stand out from the other guys. She made a
joke about me being a ghost since Halloween was
just around the corner. Then it us. I would tan
the rest of my body except for my face and I
would use a mask for my face and neck. That gave
me the idea to start growing a beard and
mustache, which quickly started to fill in. I
stopped wearing my contact lenses and only wore
my glasses. For the next two weeks I worked out
harder than ever and drank tons of water and
lived on Slim fast. Liz got me a Beast mask and
cape from Disney's Beauty and the Beast for a
small fortune. I took the cape to a shop that
one of the guys suggested and found some matching
rip-away pants and a g-string to complete the
package. The g-string for dancers surprised me.
It is totally different from the tight racing
bikini swimming gear I had when I was younger.
It was nice and loose in the pouch so your cock
hangs nicely and swings with every move with the
g-string going right up the crack of your ass.
The polyester is like silk and actually
stimulates you, keeping your cock semi-erect.
I told my wife I was working late and went over
to Liz's house early. We had to be at the club
by eight o'clock. I took a shower and put the
tanning lotion on. I trimmed my beard neatly for
no reason whatsoever and looked in the mirror. I
really liked what I saw. I actually looked
great. I put on the g-string and called Liz in
to see. Now while my wife hadn't seen me naked
since February, Liz hadn't seen me with any
clothes on since the summer two year earlier at
the beach. She whistled and said I looked great.
She put the lotion on my back and touched up a
few areas. I put the pants on, then the mask. I
felt good. I had a gimmick; my tan in bottle was
working and my abs and body looked great! I put
my work coat on and my work shoes, since I forgot
my sneakers. We went in Liz's car. About 2
minutes away from the club I started having a
panic attack. I was nervously laughing almost
uncontrollably. I couldn't believe I was doing
this. Liz tried to calm me by talking about how
this was a dress rehearsal for the next show and
to relax and be professional. Disconnect.
I got there and met three of the other guys.
Three others showed up later. All seven of us
had costumes of some sort. Two vampires, a
policeman and a mummy (a good idea, he let the
audience unwind him). I thought Disney was well
represented by the Arabian (Aladdin) and Tarzan
costumes as well as my obvious Beast
presentation. The manager came back and told us
when each of us would go on. Since we had two
vampires, he led off with one of the vampires
followed by the Arabian, the mummy, me (the
Beast), the policeman, the other vampire and then
Tarzan. We would then all go out and dance. I
then learned that there was a $250 prize for the
best amateur performer and another $100 prize for
best costume.
I couldn't believe how nervous I was. I watch
periodically how the other dancers performed. We
were definitely amateurs. There is a big
difference between the guys who do this for a
living and us, but the girls knew what they were
getting and were having a great time. I didn't
see much of the vampire's performance. I thought
the Arabian danced like a girl. The mummy was
actually quite funny and the crowd really got
into it. His costume was basically strips of
white sheets and girls would pull it off in six-
foot strips as he spun around on stage. His body
was a little fat but the girls didn't seem to
mind and he got quite a few tips.
It was my turn and my knees were shaking as I
walked out. I was sure everybody could see how
nervous I was. While I was sweating like crazy
in the mask, it was an incredible help since I
felt disguised behind it. Liz was seated up
front near the stage and had joined some other
girls. She was clapping and cheering like mad
which made me smile. Then I realized everybody
was cheering quite loudly, they really liked the
costume. This really gave me an ego boost and I
got into it.
Suddenly I gave a huge roar that originated from
my gut. It was totally unplanned and Liz as well
as everyone else were shocked and momentarily
stopped clapping. I got into the dancing and was
having a great time. I loved how these beautiful
girls were looking at me. I first removed the
cape exposing my shoulders and back then pulled
away the rip-away pants. Even with the glow of
sweat on my body the tanning lotion held on and
looked even better. Women were holding out
singles and stuffing them in my g-string.
Probably 1 out of 5 girls will brush your cock
when they put a bill in and my penis was
comfortably semi-erect. One young girl actually
wrapped her hand around and squeezed my cock for
just a moment and while I was shocked and
embarrassed the action had started getting me
hard. My growing cock got hard as a rock. I
would swing it around a little more to try and
cover up how hard I had gotten but it just seem
to get worse. I tried not to think about it but
whenever I stopped for a girl to put a bill in,
it just poked right out at them hard as can be
pressing against the cloth. The head of my cock
was clearly visible through the thin material. I
looked at Liz who was enjoying my predicament way
too much. She was laughing and clapping and
occasionally howling. The rest of the song
seemed like it lasted forever but it was probably
only two minutes and the music was finally over
and I started to make my way to the stage exit.
Everybody was yelling for me to take it off. I
first thought they were talking about my g-string
but then realized it was my mask they wanted me
to remove.
I got backstage and everybody congratulated me as
we had done the earlier guys. I started counting
the money and had made $47. That was for about 5
or six minutes of dancing. Not bad, I thought.
I had two fives and someone had actually given me
a ten. The rest were singles. I didn't know who
gave me the ten or the fives and felt a little
bad. Maybe I should have done something extra
for them. Hung out at their table longer or
something.
The other dancers finished and we all went out on
stage for the climax and vote. I was lucky,
since I went fourth. I ended up in the center of
the stage as they introduced us. I came out and
gave them another roar, which I thought was
better than Tarzan's yell. One of the tables,
probably six or seven girls actually roared back,
it was great. We all had to dance again as the
crowd voted for best costume. The mummy won it
hands down. The crowd went noticeably crazy when
he was presented. Liz tried her best to get the
group she was with into it for me and I certainly
appreciated it. Then we had to dance again as
the crowd voted for best dancer. We each danced
individually for about 20 seconds as the crowd
cheers. The one who gets the loudest cheer wins.
The vampire draped his cape in front of him and
pulled off his g-string somehow and through it to
the crowd. The crowd went crazy, he pelvic
trusted into his cape with his cock throwing the
fabric dramatically into the air with each
thrust. The Arabian was good looking but a
pathetic dancer. The mummy got good applause but
nothing like his best costume applause. The
women were very discriminating. I roared again
and swung my cape around out in front of the
stage. Now the whole crowd was following the
lead of the noisy table and roared back at me.
So I roared even harder. Everybody was cheering
and roaring. I was electrified and ended up
winning. I couldn't believe it. Liz thought it
was great and we laughed all the way home. I
took a quick shower at her place and got back
into my work clothes to go home. I slipped into
the house, changed into my pajamas and sneaked
into bed. I could barely sleep that night. I
just relived the night over and over in my head.
Liz had a few suggestions for improving my
performance. My roar seemed to be a great hit
and she thought I was brilliant by thinking of
it. I told her it was totally unplanned and just
hit me at the moment. She thought that I would
look better with no body hair. She thought the
guys' bodies that were totally shaven looked even
harder and more defined under the lights. We
talked about me playing the Beast and whether the
hair was good or bad but in the end we decided
the hair had to go.
The two weeks seemed to fly by. Liz had arranged
to take my wife out for her birthday. I told my
wife that I was bogged down with a project at
work and that she better get her mother to baby-
sit just in case I can't get home in time. She
told me that the girls were just going out for
dinner. Meanwhile I knew that Liz had told her
where they were going. Then I hear that two of
my wife's girlfriends are going. Next, my sister
was joining them. Finally, my son's godmother
(my boss's wife) is somehow invited. I called
Liz and said, "What the hell is going on? It was
suppose to be just the two of you!" She said
that my wife had invited them, what could she do?
I left work a little early and got over to Liz's
house at 4:30. I jumped in the shower and washed
my hair. Liz then applied some temporary hair
color that would lighten my red hair to blond. I
jumped back in the shower and started to shave my
body, but I couldn't really reach everywhere. I
called to Liz and told her I couldn't get my
back. She told me to rinse out the hair color
and get on the bed. She had a spare sheet
covering the bed. I dried off, got on the bed
and covered myself with a towel. Liz came in
with a tub of water, sat down on the bed and
began using the trimmer edge of my electric
shaver to remove the long hair from my back and
legs. She then removed the towel to get to my
ass. Immediately I felt my cock start to get
swell beneath me. Then she told me to roll over.
I rolled over and my erect cock popped up. Liz
kind of laughed and gasped simultaneously. Wow,
what is your wife talking about, this isn't any
six inches. I had already shaved my chest so Liz
started trimming around my erection and balls. I
told her about the vasectomy and enlargement
operation I had a few months earlier and pointed
out the slight scars that were now visible since
she had trimmed all the hair away. I tried to
disconnect myself, as she would gently move my
hardened cock from side to side as she trimmed.
I rolled over again and she wet me down, foamed
me up and began shaving. The skin on my entire
body was tingling from the sensation. I was
incredibly aroused as she shaved my ass. I
couldn't believe it. After she wiped my back
dry, I turned over again and looked into Liz's
eyes. But she was being a professional and went
right to work shaving the rest of me. This time
she gripped my cock with her hand and I thought I
could feel her occasionally squeeze my cock as
she shaved. Maybe it was just my imagination or
maybe my cock was just swelling with her touch.
But then she started sliding her hand up and down
my shaft very slowly. Occasionally she would
release me to move my balls as she shaved. Then
her hand would come back and begin stroking
again. I finally cracked and said, "Liz, you are
driving me crazy." Liz replied, "Your cock is
huge. It's driving me crazy." She had grabbed
the towel and was drying me off. I don't know
what came over me but I sat up, looked her in the
eyes and kissed her. Her mouth opened
immediately and our tongues entwined. We kissed
like starved animals. She was quickly undressed
and I kissed down her long slender neck. I found
her small yet firm breasts and licked her already
hard nipples. We moved to a sixty-nine position
and I began lapping at her dripping pussy. Liz
is very thin, the thinnest girl I had ever been
with. Usually I like a girl with some meat on
her. Her pussy was very tight with a nice small
ass. I licked up and down her thighs and went
back at her pussy. She had my cock in her mouth
and was sucking it surprising well for a lesbian,
or for anyone for that matter. She was pumping
me at the same time as she sucked and licked. If
her pussy hadn't distracted me I probably would
have cum already. I concentrated on Liz's clit
and push a finger inside her. After pumping her
pussy a little I moved my finger to her ass (my
wife loves this). I kept up the attack on her
clit as I slipped my lubricated finger into her
ass. Almost immediately she started cumming.
She stopped sucking my cock, but kept pumping it
with her hand like she was going to rip it off,
and was grinding her pelvis on my face.
Then she said, "I got to feel this inside me."
I wasn't really sure what I should do. The
moment was just starting to dawn on me. I hadn't
been with my wife in months and now I'm going to
fuck her best friend who is suppose to be helping
me surprise her in quite a different way. My
dick won out. Liz rolled over onto the bed and
spread her long thin legs up high in the air as I
climbed between them. Liz's face is quite
beautiful, her large eyes and great smile just
looking at me in anticipation. I pointed my
incredibly hard thick cock at her pussy. I
pushed the head in, and even though she was wet,
it was very snug. Her eyes widened as I pushed a
couple of inches into her. I pumped a few times
lubricating my cock then pushed a few more inches
into her. It felt incredible. A few more pumps
and then I push all 8 1/2 inches of me into her.
The tip of my cock was banging into something
inside her. Her body was on fire. Her hips were
rising up to meet each of my thrusts. She fucked
me back better than anyone I had ever been with.
She started cumming again and I just started
ramming into her, coming nearly all the way out
and then slamming back in. Her pussy was
squeezing my cock and the next thing I know I'm
yelling that I'm going to cum. She immediately
pulled away from me then went down to suck on my
cock as I rolled over onto my back. My hips were
still pumping up off the bed into her warm mouth
as I came. She just kept sucking while pumping
my cock with her hands. She swallowed everything
and sucked the head of my cock as my body began
to come down from its sexual peak.
I said, "I can't believe we did that."
"Either can I," she responded.
"Boy you are great. Are you sure you are a
lesbian?" I said.
She said, "Well, you brought out the best in me.
But you should see me with my girlfriends."
"I would love too," I eagerly said.
"I bet you would."
I jumped in the shower again and rinsed off. As
I stood there totally naked, Liz applied some
tanning lotion to my entire body this time,
including my shaved face. My cock was again at
full mast and Liz gave it a few pulls as she
applied the lotion. I was hoping my wife
wouldn't recognize me. Now clean shaven, wearing
contacts, blonde hair and most important the tan.
The face would be the only thing that she might
recognize. The body was totally new.
I have never been in such good shape in my life
and my new cock was out of a porn movie. Liz had
spread the lotion all over my body, even my
shaved cock. In the mirror it looked even bigger
than before. The shaft was now dark and defined;
the large pink knob now a dark purple apple. The
tanning solution also enhanced the small scars a
bit but that would be under the g-string anyway.
I looked in the mirror and said, "I don't think
she will recognize me." Liz said, "There is no
way she can recognize you. I could tell her that
it was you and she wouldn't believe it." I said,
"Don't you dare!" She promised she wouldn't.
This time I had clothes to change into so I got
dressed and put my costume into the car. Liz
left to meet everyone at my house and I headed
for the club.
Again, as I approached I started getting the
jitters, but Liz wasn't there to calm me down and
push me forward. I pulled into the parking lot
and sat there for probably 10 minutes. I saw a
couple of other guys go in and I finally got up
the nerve. Once inside I started to relax. The
guys that were there were a little better looking
than last time. One guy was at least 6 foot 3
inches and very muscular. We had arrived at
about the same time. There were only six of us
tonight and everyone was changing into their
performance attire. It wasn't Halloween this
time, so my Beast costume was out of the norm.
Each guy still had a gimmick though. A
Policeman, a construction worker; and one tacky
guy was actually dressed as a priest. I guess he
was going for the shock effect. The tall
muscular guy was dressed as a football player
(which I thought was pretty weak, but he probably
thought my Beast costume was lame). The best one
I thought was the Spanish guy who dressed as
Zorro. It was a great costume. None of the guys
were shy as we changed. I checked out the
football player expecting him to be hung like a
horse, but actually he was probably the next to
smallest guy there. Zorro had the smallest, a
short pencil dick. The priest had a fat cock but
not that long. The only guy who's cock might
have been as long as mine was the construction
worker. My ego got a much needed, little boost.
The manager came back and gave us the order of
appearance. The order: the construction worker,
followed by the priest, policeman, Zorro, then
me, and finishing the football player. I was
fifth. I was partly relieved but I was also a
little anxious to get it over with and couldn't
bear the wait.
The show started, there were only about 30 girls,
and Liz's reserved table was still empty. Of
course I should have known that they would be
running late. Nothing new.
The construction worker was good and the girls
seem to be into the show right off the bat. The
priest got some boos at first but women love to
hate someone. Someone actually tore off his g-
string near the end of his act but he kept on
dancing and women were throwing money on the
dance floor and howling for more. I thought the
manager would have stopped it because we were
told a couple of times that by state law we
weren't allowed to expose our genitalia. I asked
one of the waitresses that bring us drinks
backstage what the story was. She said that the
manager could care less but he has to at least
tell us that just in case he gets reported. The
other guys heard this as well. One guy said,
"That's probably what it will take to win the
$250."
The policeman looked like he danced as good as
the construction worker and Liz, my wife, and the
rest of the crew midway through his act. Liz and
I made eye contact, she kind of made a signal
that they had been drinking. One look at them
and I could tell that most of them were well on
there way.
Zorro was pathetic. For a Spanish guy he had no
rhythm. He swung around the cape good but once
he took that off he seemed lost. My nerves
started to get to me even worse than the first
time. I asked the waitress for a tequila shot.
When she got back I did the shot and gave her $5.
She told me to relax, that I will be great and
started rubbing my shoulders. In my nervous
state my penis had shrunken down, but with this
girl rubbing my shoulders my cock sprang to life.
Adrenaline filled my body as the announcer
introduced the Beast. I strutted out in beat to
the music, then let out a roar. Liz roared
back, with the rest of the table joining her
moments later.
I worked the room as I danced and was standing in
front of my wife when I pulled my pants off. She
was cute as she bashfully put a dollar in my
waistband. Liz kept trying to give her bills but
she was tentative. I had to go the rest of the
table naturally and each girl put a dollar into
my g-string. I was shocked as my sister actually
gave my cock a tug. I shook my finger at her as
if she was naughty and gave her a roar. Now with
each roar, the crowd had gotten the idea to roar
back at me.
I went around the room again dancing and
collecting. I picked up my cape and went back to
my wife's table. Liz was yelling and pointing to
my wife, "This is the birthday girl, this is the
birthday girl." I extended my hand and pulled
her onto the stage. She was totally embarrassed
and more than a little drunk. I motioned her to
kneel on the stage and surprisingly she actually
did it. The crowd was roaring now. I stood in
front of her and through the cape over her head
hiding her and my groin. I unsnapped my g-string
and threw it onto the stage. The crowd was
cheering and then I let out a roar. Now, I don't
know if my wife could even see what I had done
under the cape or if she could see my huge
erection, but I was totally turned on. The girls
at her table were going absolutely crazy.
I pulled back away from my wife keeping my groin
covered by the cape. The crowd cheered as she
stood and stepped off the stage totally
embarrassed. Her friends were hugging her. I
meanwhile started doing pelvic thrusts into the
cape with my erection tossing the cape into the
air. I walked to the other side of the stage and
the girls were throwing money onto the stage.
Some were yelling, "Take it off, take it off."
This time I figured it was the cape they wanted.
I made my way around the room. At one table a
woman about 30 was with a bunch of her co-
workers. They were actually out celebrating her
recent divorce. The girls were at the edge of
the stage. I knelt down and quickly wrapped the
cape around the new divorcee. The girls went
wild and I couldn't believe it when this girl
took my cock in her hand and fed it into her
mouth. Everybody saw her head pumping under the
cape and they were screaming. It only lasted 10
or 15 seconds until I pulled away from her. A
couple of girls threw some $5 bills on the stage.
I couldn't believe girls were actually tipping me
for this. I should have to pay.
I made my way back toward my wife's table when
suddenly my bosses wife, who was now blitzed out
of her mind, quickly walks up to the edge of the
stage where I am, and with one yank pulled the
cape right out of my hand. Now I was standing
there totally naked with a hard-on with only a
mask hiding my embarrassment. Regaining my
composure, I let out a huge roar. The crowd
answered with one of their own. More dollars
started floating to the stage. Again the chant
of "Take it off!" erupted. Now they wanted the
mask. One girl held up a twenty and yelled,
"Take it off, take it off!"
I broke down. I took off the mask, and tossed it
onto the stage. Then I leaned over and took the
20-dollar bill out of the short blonde girl's
hand with my teeth. I took a bow, picked up my
g-string and quickly put it on, then collected
the money on the stage. I gave a glance over at
my wife's table. Nobody recognized me. Liz gave
me a thumbs up signal. The tips came to $136
with the twenty bucks the girl gave me.
Once backstage I saw Zorro right there fucking an
older (35-40ish) woman with his little pencil
dick. She was sitting on some boxes with her
feet high in the air as he drove his cock into
her.
The waitress came backstage and told me I did a
great job and gave me a shot of tequila and
returned my cape to me. I pointed to Zorro with
an open mouth. She just looked at me and raised
her eyebrows, as if it happens all the time. I
said thanks for drink. She said, "No, it's not
from me, the drink is from the cute blonde girl
in front," the same girl who gave me the twenty.
I gave the twenty-dollar bill to the waitress and
said thanks for everything. Moments later the
cute little blonde was backstage. I thanked her
for the drink, but didn't know what else to say.
She leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear
that she really would like to kiss me, could we
go somewhere more private. The football player
was just about to get announced when we went out
the back door. All I had on was my g-string and
cape. I was still barefoot and it was damn cold.
Her car was right near the back door so we
climbed into the back seat. This girl was
probably still in college, about 21, huge tits
and an extremely short skirt. We started kissing
and I pulled her shirt over her head. I couldn't
believe how large her breasts were. I had
trouble with the clasp, which she quickly aided
me with. I loved her large heavy breasts as I
sucked on each nipple. She was quickly pulling
my g-string aside and stroking my huge aching
cock. I reached under her skirt and found out
she wasn't wearing any underwear. I started to
finger her but she pushed me away and said she
wanted to fuck. I wasn't about to argue and let
her position the head of my cock at her entrance.
She was incredibly wet and the head slid in easy.
I started pushing into her and it got tight real
quick, but a few pumps later I was slamming it
home. She was nibbling my ear telling me to fuck
her faster. Her huge breasts were slamming into
my chest each time I slammed into her. I swear I
could cum just from a girl nibbling on my ear so
I knew I wasn't going to be lasting long. She
didn't need it long though and started cumming
like mad. I felt a searing pain in my back,
which distracted me for a few moments but then I
was right back into it. I just started fucking
her like a piece of meat. Burying my pole into
this 21-year-old then suddenly I was cumming deep
inside her. I fell on top of her out of breath.
She said I was great. I told her the same and we
kissed. Then suddenly someone was knocking on
the window. It was the guy dressed as the
policeman. He yelled while laughing, "Hurry up,
we are waiting for you!"
I pulled out of her with our combined juices all
over me. "Oh shit, I can't go in there like
this." No sooner said and she was down there
giving my cock a quick tongue bath. I put the g-
string on as the blonde dressed and we walked
back into the club. Inside I began to straighten
my cape. One of the guys said, "Oh shit, look at
your back." Sure enough, the bitch had scratched
the shit out of me. One huge claw mark across my
back that was welting up into four parallel
lines. Now I knew I wasn't going to be taking
off my cape again. I put my mask back on and
waited to go out on stage.
The waitress returned backstage and shook her
finger at me as she approached. She went to
whisper into my ear. As I bent down to hear her
she whispered, "Have you been a naughty boy?" and
she squeezed and massaged my semi-hard cock in my
g-string. Shit, my cock hadn't had this much
attention in years. She was a real piece of ass
and I wished I could fuck her right there but we
were going on stage.
Each of us had our short turn dancing as the
crowd cheered us. When it was my turn, my wife's
table was noticeably loud. The blonde had
returned from the car and was now center stage
holding up a fifty. Yelling that she would pay
$50 for my g-string. Everyone was getting into
it. I said, "For $50 you could take it off." I
heard another girl yell that she would pay $60
but I couldn't see exactly who yelled it. I
walked up to the blonde that I had just fucked
moments ago and took her $50. She then ran her
hand up my legs slowly as everyone watched in
anticipation, gripped the thin band and slowly
lowered the band down my legs exposing my long
thick semi hard well-fucked cock hanging between
my legs. The crowd started the Beast roar on
their own. I roared back then took off the mask.
The crowd cheered again. I knew I had easily won
again this week in more ways than one.
I collected my money, dressed and rushed home
hoping to beat my wife. I thanked my mother-in-
law for watching the kids and sent her home. She
gave me a look due to the hair, tan and the
missing beard, but thankfully she didn't ask any
questions. I was sure she would ask my wife
tomorrow.
I jumped in the shower and quickly washed. In my
robe I rushed back outside to get the costume out
of the trunk of the car. I had just got the
costume on when the car pulled up. I went to the
living room and peaked out the window thinking
that only my wife would come in, but instead
everyone was piling into the house. Liz was the
only sober one of the lot. The girls were a bit
loud and I was afraid they would wake the kids
but Liz quickly quieted them. My wife said she
wanted to get me to join them for cake and went
upstairs. The rest of the girls went directly to
the kitchen and were sitting at the kitchen table
and putting some candles on a cake as I hid in
the shadows of the dark living room. My sister
started talking about how big a cock the beast
had. They all agreed and said they couldn't
believe it. One of my wife's friends said that
she had one that big back in college and now
missed it. They all laughed and said mockingly
how size doesn't matter. My cock had grown to
full size again with all this talk and was poking
at my pants. The talk turned to the construction
worker and how one of them actually liked Zorro.
Someone kidded her about his rhythm. My wife
returned saying she couldn't find me. I figured
this was as good a time as any.
With my mask and costume on I walked into the
kitchen. Everybody's mouth just opened and eyes
went wide. One of my wife's friends said, "What
the hell are you doing here?" Liz laughed which
broke some of the tension. I then pulled away my
rip-away pants. I did some pelvic thrusts and
said in a spoken whisper "roar." Then I turned
to my wife whose mouth was still hung open in
disbelief and said, "Honey, when are your friends
going to go home?"
My wife just stood there dazed. My sister
suddenly said, "Oh my god!" Liz then said,
"Girls, I think we will have to wait until
tomorrow to blow out these candles. And we can
catch up on things then. Let's say we meet here
at 7:00 tomorrow night, okay." My wife and all
the others agreed and they started walking
towards the front door. My boss's wife suddenly
said, "Was he the one dancing?" All the girls
started laughing and hugging her. My sister
sarcastically said, "Boy, you're quick."
I walked over and kissed my wife. She hugged me
and said, "I don't know whether to be embarrassed
or proud. You were great up there!"
I said, "Thanks, it means a lot coming from you."
Then she pulled away from me and said, "Where did
you get that thing though?" pointing at my
crotch.
I smiled and asked her, "Do you think you can get
used to it?"
She said, "Probably not, but I'll have fun
trying?"
I don't know if I'll ever dance again in public,
but at least I'm dancing a lot more at home.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex
with others outside a monogamous relationship. But
it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people
other than a trusted partner. You only have one
body per lifetime, so take good care of it!
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