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                               THE DARK WANDERER
                                    presents
                                ~ NASTY WIVES ~
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                                  "SEXY BELLY"

My wife has recently started working here in Copenhagen as a nightclub and
restaurant belly-dancer. She learned belly-dancing as a means of overcoming
shyness and because she likes the way it promotes the rounder, more womanly
type of figure, which I can honestly say that she has. She says that this form
of dancing allows a woman to expose herself in a way not usually possible
nowadays; to display her body, breasts, belly and hips in an erotically charged
dance for the benefit of both men and women, and most of all for the dancer
herself.

During her act, it is usual, if not obligatory, for the audience to place money
in her costume - in her bra, between her breasts, or inside the belt which my
wife wears as low as possible, way below her hips. In fact, she only just
covers her thick black pubic bush with the belt as she likes to expose as much
of her smoothly soft brown belly as possible for the enjoyment of the
onlookers.

My wife, Sophia, has become quite an exhibitionist recently as she loves to
dance from table to table and shake her hips or breasts at a member of the
audience, or stand rolling her delicious belly only inches from someone's face.
She even lets them kiss her bare midriff or explore her deep, dark navel with
fingers or sometimes even the point of a tongue.

I, of course, am very proud of her and, I must admit, rather jealous when I see
the unmistakeable look of pleasure on her face when one of the guests rubs her
undulating abdomen with his hand or licks her belly button with his thick, wet
tongue. I have now naturally accepted the fact that many a man has got his hand
on her fine brown stomach when she dances, and even gotten used to the obvious
thrill that this gives her. But recently an incident took place which I neither
can, nor want to, forget.

It was on the evening of her boss's birthday. He had a private party in the
restaurant with only specially invited guests, and the evening's entertainment
was to star my lovely wife Sophia, in more ways than one! The night progressed
and suddenly the music commenced and there she stood in the spotlight, my wife,
jewelled, bangled, bare bellied and gorgeous. She started to dance to the
Arabic music and after an energetic display of Turkish, the guests whispered
something to her. At first she shook her head, but as they insisted, she
eventually seemed to give in and, to my surprise, lay on her back on the dining
table right in front of her 69 year old boss!

Before I could react, a bottle of red wine was produced, opened, and some of
the red liquid poured into my prostrate wife's navel!  So this was to be the
climax of her show, I thought. The old man was to sip red wine from my wife's
belly button! Her boss slurped up the wine lecherously, taking care to lick
much of her soft abdomen in the execution of this duty, but it didn't end
there. One by one, the male guests lined up and received the wine from my
wife's navel, after which she danced yet again. I spoke to her and asked if she
didn't think that the party was going a bit too far, at which she just laughed.

'You're just envious of all those men licking my little belly, aren't you?' she
said. It was true, no husband can sit through such a sight and remain calm.
After a while, I began to wonder where Sophia had got to, so I asked her
musicians who told me that she was resting and that I wasn't to disturb her.
However, I decided to go and look for her.  As I went deeper into the back of
the restaurant I could hear laughing and sighing coming from one of the rooms
and as I went in, I just froze with a mixture of surprise and, I am ashamed to
say, pleasure.

My 33 year old wife was dancing bare breasted in front of about a dozen
semi-naked men, many of whom were openly masturbating. her breasts shook, her
belly undulated and the men reached out all the time to take handfuls of her
rich flesh! My own cock, by this time, was swollen to bursting point. As I
stood there, one of the younger onlookers actually beckoned for Sophia to go
over to him, whereupon he ejaculated over her bare stomach and breasts, hitting
her square in the navel with one thick spurt of semen , one of many. She stood
smiling with the thick, sticky seed of a man running down her belly! Then the
whole room just went wild!

Sophia was spread on the floor as the men lined up to take turns fucking her.
Even now I can hardly believe it. They fucked her like animals, one after the
other, ejaculating inside her abdomen, thick, rich sperm, filling her to
overflowing. The belly-dance is a celebration of female fertility, but this was
ridiculous! She was loving it too. I had never seen her so wild, so possessed
of orgiastic sexuality. She came and came and screamed out obscenities to her
fuckers. 'Fuck me, oh yes, all of you, fuck me ... fill me with your seed ...
empty your big fat balls into me!' She even swallowed semen.

Some of the men did actually have very large penises and one of them, a fat
bald man of about 50 had balls the size of duck eggs, perhaps even bigger! When
he reached his climax, he withdrew his fat cock with a plop and squirted what
seemed like a pint of the thickest, whitest sperm you could imagine, like cream
only thicker. Sophia's tits, belly, thick pubic hair and thighs were completely
covered in this amazing man's seed. It ran over the sides of my wife's belly in
streams and filled her deep navel like a lake. Out came the cameras and before
I could stop them, they were taking snap after snap of my wife's debauched
nakedness, a river of seed running out of her slit, forming a pool on the
floor.

Afterwards, she got dressed and followed me out to the car. When we got home
she said nothing, just changed her semen-soaked clothes and went to bed, still
full of the spunk that they had all pumped into her! On Saturday night Sophia
is going to a stag night to belly-dance for them. I can't wait to watch her in
action again!