STRIPPED TO THRILL
My wife Susan and I have a great relationship with five other couples. We ski,
play cards, and usually vacation together at the Ocean. Recently, we planned a
surprise birthday party for Tom, one of the husbands. The Thursday before the
party, a group of us went over the last minute details and someone suggested
that we should arrange for a Strip-O-Gram for Tom. Marcy, Tom's wife, laughed
and said, "Tom would LOVE it! Especially if the dancer has great boobs. Tom is
DEFINITELY a boob man." We called around, but with such short notice, only two
agencies could even handle the request, and neither had a large-breasted dancer
available for Saturday night. Resigned to the fact that we were too late to book
the surprise dancer, we started discussing other items. But before long, one of
the wives teased Susan about being the stripper. Susan is very beautiful and, at
26, is years younger than the rest of our "over 35" crowd. She has a flawless
peaches'n'cream complexion, is 5'5" tall, a brunette, and she has a fantastic,
and very firm 39(D)-24-35 figure, so the teasing was not really a surprise.
Soon, Marcy was agreeing with the other women and Susan finally realized that
they weren't just joking. Marcy took Susan's hand, "Susan, please say you'll do
it. It would really make Tom's party a night to remember. Besides, it's just us.
We've all seen you in your bikinis and it'll be fun! If I were built like you,
I'd probably be making a living doing it!" I know Tom has always found my wife
attractive (who wouldn't?), especially in her swimsuits at the beach or pool,
and on more than one occasion I caught him trying to sneak a look down her
blouse or dress. So, I was certain he'd really appreciate Susan being his
"personal stripper." But Susan still hadn't agreed. The women were still coaxing
and I smiled and agreed with them that I thought it was a great idea, too. Susan
looked at each one of us seated around the now quiet table. She stopped at me
and said, "Alright, I'll do it. If that's what you and Marcy really want, I'll
do my best to make it fun." We all cheered and clapped her on the back and told
her what a good sport she was being. After work on Friday, Susan bought a new
set of sexy underwear for the party and showed it to me. The bra and panties
were white and so sheer they were almost transparent. The panties were not
really more than a tiny triangle of white in the front and a thin strap between
her cheeks and on the hips. Susan had also purchased a white garterbelt and
stockings. I was surprised that Susan had selected such revealing things, but I
was glad she was getting into the spirit of it and I could feel my cock harden
as I thought about my wife showing off her body to our friends in these very
sexy undies. Saturday seemed to drag until it was finally time to get ready for
the party. Susan took a bottle of wine and a glass and locked herself away in
the bathroom for a long time. When she emerged, the wait had been well worth it.
She looked beautiful. She had carefully applied her make-up and topped it off
with a bright red lipstick. Her dress was a short white cocktail dress with thin
red trim, and finally, very red, very high heeled shoes. She looked lovely. I
stood at the door and whistled. "How about showing me what's under that dress?"
I asked. Susan smiled, "No way! No previews. I'll see your reaction and either
we won't get to the party at all, or I won't have the nerve to do this. I'm
really very nervous, Dave." "Relax. This is supposed to be fun. You'll be
terrific." Marcy and Tom's boss, Steve (one of the other husbands) had conspired
to get Tom out of the house for the afternoon, playing golf and having a few
drinks at the country club. The house was decorated when we got there, and we
started getting the food ready. Everyone else had been there for a while, and
the punch had everyone in a gay, partying mood, already. Marcy handed us each a
drink and said to Susan, "You look absolutely fantastic, Suze. Are you still
going through with the dance?" Susan drank down the potent punch and got a
refill, "Well, as long as you haven't changed your mind and I don't pass out
from a case of nerves, I'm going to do it." Marcy patted Susan on the shoulders,
"I knew we could count on you. Tom will love it! And I know the rest of the
husbands are looking forward to it, too!" Susan looked around the room at the
other husbands and blushed. "How do you want me to go about this, Marcy?" "How
about you hide in the utility room. When Tom and Steve walk in, we'll all yell
'Surprise!' and sit Tom in that chair in the middle of the room. I've made a
tape of some songs with a strong beat, so I'll turn the stereo on real loud and
you can do your thing." Susan nodded and I looked around at the other three
smiling guys in the house. I couldn't wait for the party to start! Finally, we
heard Tom's and Steve's cars pull into the driveway and we all took our places.
Tom seemed genuinely surprised when he walked in and we all jumped out, yelling
"SURPRISE!" Marcy snapped a few pictures and sat him down in a chair in the
center of the room. Then, she started the stereo. Susan picked the beat up as
she danced down the hall behind Tom's back. We all applauded as she danced into
the room and up to Tom. Marcy had yelled to him to not turn around, so he had no
idea what was going on until he felt Susan rub up against the chair and run her
fingers through his hair. Tom still didn't know who the dancer was and his look
when Susan bumped and grinded her way around in front of him was one of pure
shock. Susan danced sensuously, humping to the beat, as Marcy taped the whole
thing on her camcorder. A few voices yelled out to "Take it off!" and I could
see that Susan was getting turned on. Of course, the whole room was charged up
and feeling turned on. When Susan danced up to Tom, turned her back to him and
pointed to her zipper, I thought my dick would burst. Tom looked at the zipper
with pure lust in his eyes and then looked at me. He saw me smile and nod and he
grinned. "I can't believe this!" he yelled as he reached for the zipper. Tom
slowly unzipped Susan's dress until she could slip one shoulder and then the
other out of it. She turned around to face Tom and allowed her dress to fall to
her feet. She was magnificent! Susan stood there in her see-through underwear,
garterbelt, stockings and high heels. Her beautiful dark-pink nipples stood
erect and puckered against the thin material. The firm round globes of her ass
were beautiful. But the biggest surprise was not just that her dark bush was
clearly visible through the tiny panties, but that she had trimmed the hair
short and into the shape of a heart! When I saw that, my cock got even harder.
It was obvious that the rest of the people saw it, too, by their whistles,
catcalls and cheers. Susan was really enjoying herself as she put one leg
forward and her foot between Tom's legs so he could slip off her shoe and
stocking. His trembling hands on her bare thigh made his crotch bulge. When he
had the first leg bare, she offered her other leg to him. He quickly slipped the
second stocking off as Susan danced away from him, dropping her garterbelt to
the floor. Susan danced to the end of the song and stopped, and I thought it was
the end of the show. But everyone, including Marcy, from behind her camera,
shouted "Take it off!" as the next song started. Susan glanced at me and I
shrugged and said it was her show and entirely up to her. She looked down at Tom
and saw how excited she'd made him and began to dance again. At the same time I
wanted her to continue, I couldn't believe it when Susan moved right up in front
of Tom and reached behind her back to unhook her bra. She unhooked the bra and
cupped her hands on her breasts while she slipped the bra straps off her
shoulders and arms. Then on a beat, she pulled the cups away from her big boobs
and handed the bra to Tom. The room went wild! Still dancing, she bent over Tom
and shimmied with her huge, naked tits only inches from his face. Her nipples
were hard and erect and aching to be kissed and sucked. It was fantastic seeing
Susan's breasts bared to a man who had been trying to peek at them for so long.
Everyone cheered Susan and encouraged her to take off the only remaining bit of
clothing she had on. "Show us your heart!" they all began to chant. Her eyes
were ablaze with excitement and she motioned to Tom to pull the coffee table
over in front of his chair. Susan stepped up onto the low table and guided Tom's
hands to her panties and hooked his thumbs inside the elastic waistband. She
then slowly pushed his hands down her thighs so her panties went down with his
hands. Tom slid them down to her feet and she stepped out of them. Now, Susan
was completely naked, dancing on the table in all her glory before the entire
crowd, and especially Tom, whose face was level and close to her beautiful,
trimmed pussy. Marcy moved closer to record this special, fantastic moment.
Susan started to get down, but Marcy asked her to stay and pose for just a few
more seconds. Tom put his arms around Susan's thighs and pulled her against him.
She put her hands around his neck and pulled his head into her so that his nose
and mouth were buried in her pussy. There wasn't a soft cock in the place! After
a few more seconds, Marcy thanked Susan and Susan stepped down and picked up her
dress. She told Tom to keep her bra and panties as a memento, along with the
video. Flushed and still naked, Susan ran upstairs to dress in the dress,
stockings, garterbelt and heels. The whole crowd cheered when she returned, and
the party got underway. Tom thanked me again and again for letting Susan dance
for him. We both have a copy of the video to remind us of how beautiful, sexy,
and exciting my wife is. I loved having her dance for the party. It's such a
thrill knowing our friends shared in seeing my beautiful, young wife's
fantastic, sexy body. --
HOOKED ON DANCING!
My husband sent the above letter to your magazine almost four years ago.
Everything in it is true, it just doesn't tell the WHOLE story. Your readers may
be interested in hearing the rest. It wasn't my idea to dance at Tom's party,
but, in truth, when it was suggested, I LOVED the idea. I can't explain why, and
it surprised me at the time, but the idea of dancing and showing myself off in
front of other people really turned me on. I acted innocent, and "allowed"
myself to be coaxed into performing, but inside, I didn't hesitate for a second.
As Dave described me in the letter, I am attractive and definitely a bit
"top-heavy." I also had noticed Tom and the other husbands sneaking their peeks
at me whenever they could. I like my body and work hard to keep it firm and
tight and I never minded their looking. And I think Dave enjoyed other men
"eyeing" his young, "trophy" wife. Anyway, I prepared carefully for the party,
just as Dave described. I was so excited and hot, I could barely breathe as I
dressed and we drove to Tom's house. Waiting for him to arrive was pure torture!
When the music started and I danced into the room, I felt like I had been
waiting my whole life for that moment! I was transported! Dave described my
dance pretty well. I was so excited, I felt like I was on the verge of a
gigantic orgasm the whole time. I had purchased the see-through lingerie because
I was sure that that was as far as the wives and Dave would tolerate my strip.
When they urged me to continue and yelled "Take it off!" I almost forgot to give
Dave a questioning glance before proceeding. I was thrilled to keep going. What
no one saw was, at the very end, when I held Tom's face to my pussy, his tongue
shot straight into my wet snatch and flicked my clit a few times! No wonder my
legs were wobbly as I climbed off the coffee table! I gathered up my dress,
stockings, heels and garterbelt to the applause of our friends. Realizing that
putting clothes on in front of a crowd wasn't nearly as sexy as taking them off,
I ran up the stairs, to dress in a bedroom. Dave didn't mention that Tom soon
followed me upstairs to "change out of his golf clothes." I was already dressed
and was combing my hair when Tom rapped softly on the open door and said, "I'll
never be able to thank you for the thrill you've just given me, Susan." Totally
giving in to the moment, without a thought of the possible risks and
repercussions, aroused, wet, and feeling more lusty that I had ever felt in my
life, I opened the door and smiled at Tom, "Come on in and maybe we can think of
a way." I knew from his eyes and the expression on his face that I had caught
him totally off guard. Still standing, I spread my legs, bent over the bed and
threw the skirt of my dress up and over my hips. "Come on, Tom. You have to
finish what you started with your tongue downstairs." Now, it was Tom who didn't
need coaxing. His pants and underwear were down at his ankles in a flash. And
just as quickly, he pressed his cock into my still sopping-wet cunt. I started
to cum as soon as he entered me and he soon followed. I wiped off with a tissue
and ran downstairs as Tom stayed to change. We couldn't have been upstairs
together longer than 3 or 4 minutes! No one had a suspicion and that is clear
from Dave's letter. Dave failed to mention that Tom and all the other husbands
knew I was naked under my dress for the rest of the party! It turned me on
knowing that, and I loved it when I was the object of their sneaky cheap-feels
and gooses the rest of the night. Tom and I never really discussed our "quickie"
but his flirting became a little more aggressive. As did most of the other
husbands' flirting. I guess when a man sees you do a striptease and you show
them your tits and pussy, they right away think you're some kind of loose woman
(haha!)! Bill had his birthday two months after Tom's. All during the party, the
husbands were teasing me to do another strip. "Fair is fair!" they all said. And
I would have LOVED a repeat performance, but since none of the wives mentioned
it, I behaved. I think all the wives had seen more than enough of me at Tom's
party! About 5 months after Tom's party, I got a call from Steve at work. He
jokingly moaned about not having his own "Strip-o-Gram" the previous weekend at
his party, too. He went on to say Sally, his wife, was out of town for the
approaching weekend and he was wondering what it would take to persuade me to
give a "birthday dance -- just a dance" for him. I knew that this was more than
a innocent, casual request from a friend. He wasn't asking to borrow the car. I
could tell he wanted more than "just a dance." Steve was Tom's boss, and I
assumed that Tom had told him about our little "upstairs episode." I thought
about it for a few minutes and realized I very much wanted to feel as sexy and
alive as I did the time I danced at Tom's party. I called Steve back, "I owe
Bill a dance, too. Have him there, also, and I'll come over and dance for you
boys on Saturday afternoon." I left the house with my dress in my gym bag on
Saturday, telling Dave I was going shopping and then to the gym for a "workout."
I drove to the mall and bought the blackest, sexiest, lacyest undies I could
find and dressed in the change room. When I rang Steve's bell, I knew from the
stares I had gotten in the mall that I looked HOT! I had made a tape to play
while I was dancing, and it hadn't even finished before I was naked on Steve's
living room floor, sucking Bill's cock while Steve fucked me doggie-style. The
three of us fucked and sucked the afternoon away, until we were exhausted. When
I got home, Dave asked if I had a good workout! I smiled and told him I had the
best workout in months, and I was going to have to do that more often! That
began my secret life. Stripping in front of eager men was the trigger for me to
act as slutty as I wanted. I loved the way it made me feel, and my orgasms were
the most intense of my life. Steve threw a private party for Phil, the next
birthday boy, at a motel. All five of the husbands (other than Dave) were there
and after dancing, I fucked and sucked all of them before we left. They all made
dates with me, and I went with them, but the sex with them individually was
never as good as when I danced for them and then fucked all of them. Soon, Steve
approached me about taking my act "on the road." He was entertaining some
clients and wanted to know if I'd be interested in being part of the
"entertainment." I agreed, and on a whim, told him since this wasn't for a
friend, I wouldn't be free. Charging for my "services" made me feel that much
more a slut and that much sexier. Usually, my "job" entailed dinner and drinks
with a client or two at a hotel, and then back up to his (their) room for sex.
Sometimes Steve joined in the fun, and sometimes he left me alone with the
client or clients. Last week was the largest group, yet -- 8 men, including
Steve and Tom -- at a trade show. By the time they were all fucked out, my jaw
was sore and my pussy felt like I had just left the delivery room! So, for
nearly the last four years, that's been my life. At least once a month, usually
twice, the five husbands and I get together at a motel suite, and we spend hours
having group sex. I love it! And five, maybe six times a year, I entertain
Steve's clients. I wonder if Dave and Marcy and the other wives would still
think my dancing for Tom was such a good idea, if they knew the rest of the
story?
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