After a year of saving up, months of planning and several weeks of getting my
business affairs in order, Nikki and I were finally off on our first vacation
since we got married four years ago. I breathed a big sigh of relief as I backed
the van out of the driveway and headed down the street. "We're off...finally. I
thought we'd never make it the way things have been these last couple of weeks,"
I said to my wife. "I'm glad for you, honey," Nikki replied. "You really need to
get away. You've been working far too hard. Besides it'll be nice to get off by
ourselves for a while too." It's hard to take vacations when you're starting a
small business. Two years ago, after selling and installing computer systems for
someone else for five years, I took the big step and started my own computer
repair business. I had been doing this sort of work on the side for two of my
employer's large corporate accounts to earn some extra cash and because my
employer's own service department couldn't handle the complex systems these
accounts were using. The repair work load finally expanded to a point where I
was having a hard time handling it by myself and our basement was full of
machines being repaired, machines I'd scrounged for parts and equipment to do
the repairs. I was faced with a big decision when a friend who controlled
another large account called to say he was very displeased with the service he'd
been getting from his current repair service. He would give me the account if
I'd hire an additional repairman to back me up. Nikki and I talked it over and,
with butterflies in my stomach, I quit my job, rented some cheap space and put
an ad in the paper for an experienced computer repair technician. With Nikki's
income as a programming consultant we felt that we could get by for the first
few months as I absorbed the initial start-up costs. Everything went according
to plan except I had a terrible time finding the right person to hire. Most of
the younger techs that I talked to had a real attitude problem. The older ones
were very opinionated at to which platforms and which operating systems were
great and which were "junk" or "crap" or some other four letter expletive. Our
customers used a variety of systems and I knew they wouldn't take kindly to
being told their systems "weren't worth shit" as one guy said about a major
computer brand. One day after two very unsatisfying interviews, I got a call
from Nikki. "Sweetheart, I just had an interesting call from my mother. I don't
really know how you might feel about this, but she told me that my brother Bob
wants to quit his job so he can continue his education and he's looking for
work. He wants something that has flexible hours so he can work it around his
class schedule, but there don't seem to be many jobs like that around that pay
more than minimum wage. He can't afford tuition and living expenses on that."
Bob had been working for a large computer repair outfit and seemed to be pretty
good at it. He and I talked a lot about various technical matters, and I'd even
called him a time or two when I'd been stumped by a problem. He was just the
type of person I was looking for. "Hmmm. That's very interesting," I said
pondering the news. "Do you think he'd want to come help me?" "That's the
impression I got from Mom. She said he didn't want to ask, but he's getting sort
of desperate because classes start in two weeks so he has to make a move now or
wait for the next term." I really needed to get someone on board soon, so I
called Bob right away and we struck a deal. Since I was concerned about cash
flow and Bob needed a place to stay when he came here for college, my deal
included converting my old basement electronics workshop into living quarters.
He told me to leave some of the workbenches in so he could even work there at
night if he needed to. We agreed on a reasonable salary, but probably much less
than I'd have to pay anyone else with similar credentials. It was a good deal
for both of us. The only draw back was that Nikki and I no longer had our home
to ourselves. Our getting away on vacation was all the more a thrill for us
because we missed our privacy. Nikki had to stop running around the house in the
nude, and I hadn't had sex with my wife on the kitchen table for a long time. We
used to do crazy things like that before Bob was around. Our vacation wasn't
going to be anything very exotic. We really couldn't afford that. We talked
about going to New York City or Chicago or even some of the other large
Midwestern cities, but we abandoned those ideas when we found out the cost of
nice places to stay and eat. Yes, there were less expensive places that we could
have settled for, but we chose to wait until we had the money to do those
destinations right. Instead we decided to take a leisurely drive around some of
the small towns of eastern Iowa and western Illinois and seeing some historic
sights that we read about in our guide books. Since we were both from small farm
communities, we thought we'd find this itinerary relaxing. Our first day out was
typical of what we had in mind for our week away. We drove through a few small
towns. In one we stopped and took a walk in a pretty little park along a river
that ran through town. In the next we walked around the courthouse square and
browsed in the shops. We were amused to find no computer hardware or software
anywhere in sight. One sales clerk told us that the Wal-Mart on the edge of town
did have that sort of thing, but we'd resolved not to have anything to do with
computers during our vacation. We ate lunch at a small cafe on the square where
it appeared many of the locals ate as well. The people were very friendly, and
since I guess everybody in town knows everybody else, the first thing they asked
was where we were from. I noticed a few of the men in the place eyeing Nikki,
but I'm used to that. My wife is a very pretty blonde with a robust figure. She
was wearing short cut-off jeans with a short-sleeved red bandana shirt that she
had tied above her waist. She had been sunbathing a lot this summer so she had a
nice tan and, although I doubt that anybody could really tell, my wife had
decided to be naughty for this trip and she wasn't wearing a bra. In fact she
hadn't even brought one along. "It's not a vacation for you if you have to wear
a necktie," she reasoned, " and it's not a vacation for me if I have to wear a
bra." Since I was not about to wear a necktie, I accepted her logic. By late
afternoon we had made our way into another small town. We found the best looking
of the two motels and took a room. Although the furniture was pretty dated, the
place was clean and for $18 per night, we thought it was a real find. After we'd
gotten checked in and freshened up a bit, we went out to look around for a place
to have a beer and something to eat. On the way into town we'd passed a large
rambling place called "Harry's Bar" that appeared to be well patronized. The
parking lot was full of cars anyhow, so we headed back there thinking it was the
place in town to go. As we opened the front door of the place, even before the
odor of stale cigarette smoke and spilled beer overwhelmed our senses, we heard
a booming voice say "Let's have a nice hand for Nancy." Then we heard applause
and a few cat calls. Nikki gave me a puzzled look as we walked out of the small
vestibule and into the main bar area. At the same time we both realized that
we'd just entered the local strip joint. One completely nude gal was gathering
her clothes from guys around the runway while the other was getting her
paraphernalia set up. My quick look at both of the women on stage told me they
were very pretty gals, but I was instantly very concerned thinking Nikki would
be very uncomfortable here. "I'm sorry," I said to her. "Let's go find someplace
else. OK?" "I didn't see anyplace else," she replied. "Look, it's alright. Let's
have a beer anyhow. Then we can go find someplace to eat." "You sure?" I asked
doubtfully. "I don't want you to feel embarrassed or uncomfortable." "No, I'll
be fine. I would never come in a place like this alone, obviously, but I'm sort
of curious. I've never been in a strip joint before. I'd sort of like to see how
they do it." As Nikki and I made our way to an empty table along the side of the
room, I noticed that every man in the place was looking at Nikki. The dancer who
was about to start her routine had suddenly, but temporarily, lost her audience.
At this point of the evening Nikki was the only woman in the audience. When I
pointed out to Nikki that she had everyone's attention, she giggled and said
"that's nice." A waitress soon arrived at our table, but before she asked for
our drink order she asked Nikki "are you here for the contest?" Nikki gave her a
funny look. "What contest?" she asked. "Oh, every Wednesday night we have an
amateur contest," the waitress replied. "There's a $100 prize for first place
and it starts at 9:00" she went on. "No, we're just here for a drink actually,"
I answered for Nikki. "Could you bring us each an Old Style?" "Oh, sure," the
waitress responded. "Coming right up." "I'm sorry, honey," I said to Nikki as
the waitress left. "I hope you're not embarrassed. I had no idea what sort of
place this is." "I know that," Nikki replied. "It's sort of strange because
every place like this I've seen has something like 'Girls, Girls, Girls" or
'Nude dancers' on a big neon sign out front. This place seems to keep what goes
on inside almost a secret." The waitress quickly returned with our beers and
collected $3.00 which I thought was extremely cheap for a place like this.
Before she left, Nikki said "what do the contestants have to do in your
contest?" I was very surprised by my wife's interest in the subject. "Well,
darling, they just take off their clothes, just like that dancer that's up there
right now. Then when everybody's through, the audience votes for a winner. She
gets the $100. Actually it's pretty good pay for a few minutes work if you win,
but you couldn't get me up there for any amount of money. No sir." "Planning to
enter?" I said jokingly to my wife when the waitress was gone. "Well, a hundred
dollars is a hundred dollars. Like she just said, that's pretty good pay for a
few minutes work." Nikki wasn't laughing or even smiling as she made that remark
and I wondered if she might be serious about it. "Would you be upset if I did
something like that?" she asked. I figured that my wife was kidding and maybe
needling me a little for having brought her to a place like this so I gave her a
flip response. "Nah, if you want to get up and take your clothes off in front of
this room full of men, go right ahead. I do know one thing," I said seriously,
"if you did it, you'd win. No doubt about that." Nikki didn't say anything more
for a bit, but she drank her beer and watched intently as two dancers went
through their routines. Since she was watching, I figured I could watch too, and
by the time the second dancer was done parading up and down the runway with
nothing on, I felt my cock getting pretty hard. The next dancer was preparing to
start, and I was already imagining what she'd look like naked, when Nikki
regained my attention. "Hell, I can do a better job than that," she said quietly
but very firmly. "If the amateurs aren't any better than these pros I've got the
hundred in the bank." My wife's remark startled me. "Does that mean you're going
to enter?" I asked. "I'm thinking about it. Didn't she say the contest started
at 9:00?" "As I recall, yes," I replied. "Let's go get something to eat and some
fresh air and then come back here later. OK?" We found a place in town to eat
and as we were having our hamburgers, I asked Nikki if she was really serious
about entering the contest. "I'm not sure," she replied. "Were you serious when
you said you didn't mind?" "Ya, I guess so, although I really didn't take it as
a serious question. Is it the hundred dollars? Is that it?" "No, not really,
although that would be nice to have for our vacation. You see, Al, I guess I've
never mentioned this before, but I've always had this fantasy about stripping in
front of a room full of men. Weird, huh? I almost did it once in college on a
dare, but my boyfriend got upset and wouldn't let me. This seems like the
perfect place to do it. No one around knows us, so there won't be any
repercussions...and who knows, I might just win the money." "Holy shit!" I
exclaimed. Here was my wife that I thought I knew pretty well, telling me
something wilder than I'd even imagined. I didn't know what else to say. "Does
that offend you? If so I'm sorry," Nikki said as she put her hand on my arm.
"Let's forget all about it and head back to the motel." "No, sweetheart, I can't
say it upsets me. It sure does surprise me though. It also excites me, I guess.
Anyhow, I've just gotten very hard just listening to you talk about it. Let's go
back to Harry's and see how you feel when we get there." As we walked back into
Harry' Bar, the waitress saw us and came directly over. "So are you entering the
contest?" she asked. I was about to say we were thinking about it when Nikki
said "yes. How many other contestants are there?" "Four so far counting you,
hon'" she replied. "And just between you and me" she whispered, "you're a cinch
if you're any good at all at dancing. I've seen the others before and they're no
great shakes. Hell, if I got up there I could probably beat them." It was hard
to find an empty table because the place was filling up fast. When we did sit
down, Nikki noticed the look of surprise that I still had on my face. "You're
not changing your mind on me now, are you?" she asked. "No. Not at all. I'm just
surprised that you're really going through with it." The contest started pretty
much on time and Nikki watched carefully to see what her competition did on
stage. I watched intently too, but I was watching just because I like to see
women take their clothes off. The first contestant went through the motions but
lacked any enthusiasm. She looked like she had done this many times before and
was just anxious to get done with it. "Not a very good act," I said when the
first one finished. "Why do you say that?" Nikki asked. "She is pretty and she
moved real nice." "There's only one thing I can tell you about what men like at
a show like this," I confessed. "We want the women to look like they're enjoying
taking their clothes off for us. We each want to think she's interested in us
personally. She looked very mechanical and disinterested." "That's interesting,"
Nikki said as the second contestant took the stage. This one was much more
animated than the first. She was a little pudgy, but she seemed to enjoy teasing
the guys and the guys responded accordingly. I suspected that she was a local
gal that did this often and really got off on it. "Much better," I said when she
was finished. "Not great but a lot more personality." Dancer number three
clutched and left stage without removing her panties. The crowd began chanting
"skin to win". The chant turned to boos and hisses when she grabbed her clothes
and ran from the stage. "Our next contestant is Rhonda," the MC announced. This
was the name that Nikki chose to use just to be sure she wasn't recognized by
someone who'd wandered this far from home. "Let's give Rhonda a nice warm
welcome. This is her first time here at Harry's." I gave Nikki a kiss and a pat
on the ass as she sashayed up to the stage. The crowd was very enthusiastic in
their reception. She was the only contestant who they hadn't seen before, except
for the one who got cold feet. I felt my heart in my throat as my wife loosened
the knot on her shirt and began to unbutton it. I knew that her bare breasts
would soon be on display, but the crowd went wild when they realized Nikki
wasn't wearing a bra. Nikki's lack of tan lines was immediately apparent. She
sunbathed topless in our enclosed patio so her breasts were a warm tan tipped
with dark pink nipples. Her nipples stood out proudly telling the audience that
Nikki was getting excited. Nikki opted not to throw her shirt out into the
audience as the first dancer had done. She told me later that she was afraid she
might not get it back and would have to leave the place topless. I thought that
would have only added to the excitement, but I guess it was the prudent thing to
do. In a minute or two Nikki began to tug at the zipper on her cut- offs. After
she'd teased us for a bit, she turned her back to us and stuck out her ass as
she slowly worked her shorts down over her buns. The entire crowd including me
roared in excitement when we realized that a bra wasn't the only thing that my
wife hadn't worn today. She wasn't wearing any panties either. When she'd slid
the cut-offs down to her thighs she let them fall to the floor and stood in
place slowly rocking her weight from one foot to the other. Her perfectly shaped
cheeks rolled from side to side as the audience cheered. Then she took a step
back toward us, slid her feet far apart and bent as far over as she could to
pick up her cut-offs. Everyone in view got a fantastic open view of my wife's
wet pink slit framed in brown fur. Again the crowd erupted. Nikki was a big hit.
Nikki completed her show by striking various poses that made it possible for
every man in the room to get a good view of her delicious pussy. As her finale
she bent over again facing the back of the stage and repeated her previous pose
bending over. She ran her finger tips up the insides of her thighs and finished
by rubbing her fingers through her dripping slit. Finally she turned around to
face the audience as she licked off her fingers and blew us a kiss. No one
needed a vote to know she'd just picked up the hundred bucks. The MC called for
the vote even before Nikki had a chance to put any of her clothes back on so she
was still nude when the MC held his hand over her head and asked for applause.
My otherwise reserved wife rubbed her left breast with her right hand while she
reached down and stuck the fingers of her left hand into her cunt. I suspect
that what she did was illegal but no one there was about to object and she was
declared the winner. Nikki grabbed her clothes and ran back stage. In a couple
of minutes I saw her trying to make her way back to our table. She was having a
hard time getting through the crowd and as I watched I realized why. The men
were all grabbing feels of her along the way. Some grabbed her breasts, even
reaching under her shirt. Others were trying to get their fingers inside her
cut-offs. One of them succeeded and I saw a look of pleasure on my wife's face
as he either rubbed her clit or got his fingers into her opening. She paused for
a moment to savor his touch. "That was some show," I said as Nikki struggled the
last few feet to where I was standing. "Thanks. I can't believe I actually went
through with it. Was I really trashy?" she asked. "I tried to be." "You were," I
confirmed." The crowd and I loved every minute of it. Did you get the money?"
"Not yet. I have to go back to the office. The boss keeps it in there, I guess.
I'll be right back...that is if the crowd will let me." I laughed as I watched
my sexy prize-winning wife head off for the office. I kept my eyes on her until
I saw her go in and close the door. Then I foolishly heaved a sigh of relief
thinking that her ordeal was over. When she hadn't come back out in ten minutes
I began to get concerned, but the crowd had quieted back down and the regular
strippers were about to come back on stage, so I ordered another beer and turned
my attention back to the show. Dawn, the first dancer was a very pretty gal who
really had a clever act and looked like she was enjoying herself. I was so
captivated by her that I momentarily forgot my concern for Nikki. During Dawn's
act she tossed her g-string my way, so I waited excitedly for her to come to
retrieve it. As I waited I noticed that the other men who'd caught parts of her
costume were getting a feel of her bare breasts and a passionate kiss when they
returned their booty. I waited impatiently for her to make her way back to me
and followed the lead of the others by caressing her breasts for a few seconds
before she gave me my kiss. "Hey, mister, just what do you think you're doing?"
a voice called from behind me. I turned to see my wife watching as I handed back
Dawn's g-string. "Darn, you caught me," I laughed as a sense of relief passed
over me. "Where have you been for so long? I was getting very worried about
you?" "Yeah, I saw how worried you were," Nikki said in mock disgust. "Let's get
out of here. I'll tell you about it in the car." "So what happened?" I asked as
we drove away from Harry's. "Well, first Harry offered me a contract. He really
wanted me to stay and dance professionally here. When I told him we were just
passing through and I couldn't do that, he made me another offer and I hope
you're not upset by it." "What was that?" I said as I felt a lump in my stomach.
"He offered to triple my winnings if I'd have sex with him." "Oh my gawd! And
you did it, didn't you?" I said in astonishment. "Yes, I did. I hope you're not
angry. Now that I've had some time to think about it, I know I shouldn't have
done it. I mean that's no way for a married woman to act, and that's no way for
him to operate. But when he first made his offer I was really turned on. That
dance got me hornier than I remember being in a long, long time. You saw me let
those men grope me. I can't imagine myself letting that happen. Then when I got
in the office and he made his offer...and pulled a big hard dick out of his
pants...I went nuts. I'm sorry, sweetheart...very sorry." I didn't acknowledge
Nikki's apology. I was too busy trying to absorb the significance of what had
just happened. This morning we left for a nice quiet vacation. Tonight I'm
heading back to our motel with a wife who's just stripped naked and done very
explicitly erotic things in front of dozens of strangers before going into
another strangers office and fucking him. "This has the makings of a very
interesting vacation," I said as I leaned over and kissed my wife. "I wonder
what other unexpected incidents lie ahead." For the next few days Nikki and I
did the more normal things vacationers do. We drove from town to town seeing the
sights, eating, sleeping and generally relaxing. Our wild night at Harry's Bar
was never far from our minds, however. As I drove, visions of Nikki flashing her
cunt to her captivated audience or getting her cunt filled with Harry's
"magnificent cock" kept popping into my head. No matter what we did during the
day, in the evening, we always ended up talking about it. We ended each day with
a passionate and satisfying fuck. On our last night out, we ended up in a motel
room on the first floor. The room had a large window which looked out over a
courtyard and the swimming pool. As Nikki undressed for bed, I noticed that the
drapes were not closed tightly. That gave me an idea. "Do you still like the
idea of undressing in front of strange men?" I asked. "Yes, I sure do. Why?" my
wife asked. "Well, I don't think you've noticed but the drapes aren't closed
completely. You may have already been seen by people passing by, but I was
thinking of going into the motel bar and telling the men there that there is a
very sexy woman walking around her room nude and with her drapes partly open.
"Al, sweetheart, I was the one who left the drapes open, but if you want to get
an audience for me, I'd love it. Maybe I could get dressed again and do a
strip-tease for them." "That sounds terrific. You'd better get ready, because
I'm on my way. I'll cough loudly when we're outside. That's you cue to start the
show." I went to the motel bar and found nearly a dozen men there. "Hey guys," I
yelled excitedly as I burst through the door. "There is some real sexy babe
undressing in one of the rooms, and her drapes aren't completely closed." I got
their attention real fast. "Where? I got to see this!" the first retorted.
"Yeah, take us to her," called another. "Ah, I'll bet she's gone by now," whined
a third. "Well, anyone who wants to see the show, follow me," I called as I
walked out the door. As the group gathered outside our room, I counted eleven
men including the bartender who'd left his post to see my wife undress. The
first of them peeked in the window as I coughed loudly. "Hey, bud, be quiet,"
one of them said. "You'll spoil the show." I knew my wife wasn't about to close
the drapes. In fact while I was gone, she'd opened them even further. There was
now an opening of nearly two feet. Nikki stood right in front of the window and
began to undress. She'd put on a red plaid blouse and a blue full skirt. It was
another of my favorite outfits. At first she played with the buttons on her
blouse before unbuttoning it completely. She left in on, however, as she started
to tease us by lifting her skirt until it almost showed something. Then she
dropped it again. As she continued her tease, the men realized that Nikki knew
we were there. Since only a few of us could see in the room at any one time, one
of the bolder or drunker guys tapped on the window. "Hey, babe. Open the drape
some more," he shouted. Several of the others thought the show would end
immediately. I wasn't sure how my wife would react, but we were all delighted
when she found the draw cord and pulled the drapes completely open. The light
from the room now made our faces visible to her so she walked from one end of
the window to the other, blowing kisses to each of us. "Wow, who is this babe?"
the bartender asked. "Yeah, man. She is hot," another agreed. "Man, I'd give
anything for some of that," muttered someone else. Nikki, my sexy wife, was a
big hit again, and she hadn't even taken anything off yet. Finally, Nikki pulled
her blouse open far enough for us to see her tits. The men cheered their
approval. I was a little concerned about the noise thinking someone might call
security. I caught Nikki's attention and gave her a signal to hurry things up.
She threw the blouse across the room and began playing with her skirt again.
This time she lifted it high enough to show that she wasn't wearing any panties
for this show either. Again a roar of approval from her audience. I was starting
to get real nervous. Nikki must have sensed the urgency of the situation because
she quickly discarded her skirt and pranced around the room completely nude. The
men insisted in expressing their delight in spite of my admonitions to keep the
noise down. Nikki's finale left every cock out there as hard as a rock. She
climbed onto the bed and rolled around a bit before laying down with her feet
toward us. As she slowly spread her feet, she began to lift them in the air. As
she did so, her pussy became more and more visible. When her legs formed a "V",
she paused and then ran her fingers down her thighs until she reached her wide
open cunt. She played with herself for a few seconds before licking her fingers.
I heard voices approaching just as Nikki was blowing us a final kiss. I signaled
her to close the drapes. She did just as a security guard and the manager walked
up. Our group disbursed without incident. Even the bartender was able to get
back to his post without being seen. The only remaining evidence of my wife's
blazon display were eleven hard cocks. Before I went back to our room, I stopped
back at the bar. I wasn't going to let this erotic experience end so quickly. I
thought the bartender looked like the type Nikki would enjoy. "How'd you like
the show?" I asked as I took a seat at the bar. "Jeez, man, that was terrific.
Do you know that woman?" he asked sounding rather envious. "Sure do. She's my
wife." I answered proudly. "You're kidding!" "Nope. That's the missus. Every
inch of her, in fact." "You're one lucky guy," he went on. "I'd sure love to
have something like that waiting in bed for me." "Would you like to see her
closer up, and maybe get a sample of just how sexy she is in person?" I asked.
"Hell, who wouldn't?" he answered. "How soon do you close?" I asked. "I can
close whenever I want. The other guys in here are mostly my buddies anyhow.
Why?" "Why don't you and a couple of your buddies come by our room in half an
hour or so. Bring along some beer and maybe a bottle of champagne. Maybe we can
persuade my wife to do another show for you...something a little more personal
even." "You serious man?" he asked doubtfully. "Sure am," I answered. "We'll see
you in room 111 in half an hour." I practically ran back to our room. "Where
have you been?" Nikki asked. "I was afraid you guys got in trouble. Is
everything all right?" "Sweetheart, it's more than all right. It's fantastic.
Your show was a big, big hit." "I'm glad you liked it," my wife replied. "Did
the other guys like it too?" "They liked it so much some of them are coming by
in a few minutes for a closer look," I said. I hoped that Nikki would be excited
by the idea, but I wasn't at all sure. This part was something we hadn't talked
about. I just figured that since she'd let Harry get in her pants, she was open
to the idea with these other guys. I knew the very thought of her doing it with
them had already made me very hard. "What do you mean by a closer look,'" Nikki
asked. "Well, the light wasn't very good from out there and the glass was sort
of in the way, so they hoped they could see better if they were in here. We
wouldn't have to worry about security either. Is that OK?" "I don't know," she
said. "It sounds sort of fishy to me. I'll see." I was a little worried that
Nikki didn't like the idea. I did notice, however, that she didn't bother to put
on any clothes even though she knew we were about to have guests. The bartender
and his two friends arrived five minutes early. When we heard the knock at the
door I thought Nikki might take that as her cue to put on a robe or go into the
bathroom, but she didn't. When Nikki showed no signs of covering herself for our
guests, I asked if she wanted to open the door. She didn't bother to answer, but
walked over and threw the door open. "Hi fellas. Come on in," she welcomed them.
I watched as three jaws dropped open. I guess none of them were used to being
greeted at the door by a beautiful naked woman. "You guys have sort of met my
wife, Nikki," I said in greeting. "Hi Nikki. I'm Todd," said the bartender. "I'm
Jim," said one friend. "And I'm Ben," said the other. "Well, I'm naked and I'm
horny," my wife said. "Todd, would you mind pouring me a glass of that
champagne." It was my jaw's turn to drop as I listened to my wife's bold
acceptance of what she must have realized I wanted to happen. Todd uncorked the
bottle and handed Nikki a glass of champagne. She took it and laid back on the
bed in a very seductive pose. Her legs were pointed toward the three men with
her thighs parted just enough to give a partial view of her pussy. She lifted
the glass to her lips and took a small sip. Then she spread her thighs further
so that the entire length of her slit was visible. She held the glass over her
pussy and poured a small stream down onto her cunt. "Would any of you men like a
taste?" she asked. The three men stepped forward at once but Jim was the
quickest and I watched as his tongue dipped into my wife's champagne flavored
slit. I nearly came from the sensation. Todd didn't want to be left out so he
stripped and climbed onto the bed. His cock was sticking straight out and looked
to be about seven inches long. He took Nikki's champagne glass and poured a bit
of its contents onto his pole. "Would you like a taste of mine?" he asked. Nikki
quickly began licking the head of Todd's tool. I watched closely as she circled
it with her tongue. The sight of my wife getting and giving head was an erotic
experience unlike any other I've known. Nikki sucked Todd's cock into her mouth
as Jim increased the intensity of his licking her pussy. "Come on Ben," I said.
"Let's not be left out." I poured some champagne on each of Nikki's breasts and
pointed at one as an invitation to Ben. He had already undressed anticipating
being part of the action so he climbed onto the bed and began to run his tongue
in a circle around Nikki's left nipple while I did the same to her right. I
could hear Nikki beginning to moan softly. I think Nikki was too engrossed in
sucking Todd's cock and enjoying the sensations caused by so many tongues on her
body to notice when Jim stopped eating her and moved up over her nude body. I
saw him and watched carefully as he placed his cock at the entrance of her
vagina. He lunged forward and my wife was instantly impaled on his erect dick.
Nikki and I gasped simultaneously at the sensation of his penetration. I was so
excited by the sight of another man fucking Nikki that I couldn't breathe for a
few seconds. I sat back and stared at the juncture of Jim's cock and my wife's
wet cunt. Slowly Jim began moving. As he increased the tempo Nikki let Todd's
cock fall from her mouth while she concentrated on the pleasure of her loins.
Her soft moans increased in intensity and volume as Jim's cock pistoned faster
and faster into her. Suddenly Nikki threw her head back. "Aaaghhhh," she
shrieked. Jim didn't break stride as he worked toward his own orgasm. Just as
Nikki began to respond again to his thrusts, he came. I had just seem my wife
take a load of another man's cum. The two of them laid motionless for a few
seconds before Nikki returned her attention to Todd's still raging tool. She
sucked him vigorously until Jim had moved out of position. I looked at Nikki's
pussy when Jim withdrew and saw a stream of his cum running out of her. It was
incredible. That's the only the word I know that comes close to describing it. I
continued to stare at my wife's recently fucked cunt until my view was blocked
by Todd as he moved into position to take his turn. While I watched Nikki was
penetrated by another cock. Ben moved up by Nikki's head and placed his hard
prick in her mouth. She immediately began to suck on it while Todd started
ramming into her. Todd didn't begin slowly like Jim had done...perhaps because
Nikki was full of cum and very slippery. Instead he put the pedal to the metal
and gave my wife every ounce of his energy like he was running a hundred yard
dash. Nikki backed away from Ben's cock. "Just a minute," she said to Todd. Then
she pulled away from him and let his cock fall out of her. I watched as a glob
of Jim's cum came out with it. Nikki turned over onto her hands and knees and
said "now fuck me, Todd. Fuck me hard." As soon as Todd reentered her, Nikki
reached back and began to rub her clit. In her new position and with her own
assistance Nikki came quickly and Todd came seconds later. Then she fell forward
onto the bed with Todd on top of her. Nikki recovered quickly and Todd crawled
away and sat down on the floor as he continued to recover. "Ben, baby, it's your
turn. Let's see what you've got," she said. "Lie down here and let me get on top
this time." In one motion, Ben was prone on the bed with his pole waving in the
air. My wife climbed up over him and looked back at me as she positioned herself
over him. Slowly she settled down onto Ben's cock. As she did, she blew me a
kiss and whispered "I love you." Of all the positions she'd been in this one was
the best for me. I had a perfect view of Ben's cock as it moved in and out of my
wife's cunt. She bounced up and down slowly at first. I saw Ben reach up and
begin to knead Nikki's breasts with his hands. She increased the tempo of her
movement before settling down onto Ben's tool and rocking her pelvis back and
forth. Ben began rotating his hips to match Nikki's movements. Both of them
began making moaning sounds indicating that success was close at hand. The
intensity of their noises grew steadily until I heard a duet of passion when
they both went over the top. Both of their bodies were rigid for a few seconds.
Then Nikki collapsed on Ben's chest. They stayed that was for several minutes. I
was too mesmerized by the sight of Ben's cock still implanted in my wife's cunt
to do or say anything. As I watched his cock slowly shrank and finally the tip
of it appeared followed by a flood of cum. It was no wonder why so much white
fluid escaped Nikki's opening. She had three loads in there...three big loads
based on how they felt when they blasted into her, so she told me later. When
Nikki recovered enough to move, her three lovers gathered up their scattered
apparel from around the room and began to get dressed. Nikki sat up on the bed
looking like a tired but satisfied woman. When they headed toward the door,
Nikki held out her arms to them. They each got a passionate "thank you" kiss.
She stroked each of their cocks through their pants and said "thanks for sharing
these with me. You are all wonderful lovers. I had a marvelous time." When our
guests had left Nikki suddenly seemed very pensive. "Are you upset with me for
acting that way?" finally asked. "Sweetheart, how could I be upset when I set it
all up. My only complaint is that I haven't had my turn yet." "Well, that's easy
to fix," she said as the laid back down and held her arms outstretched inviting
me to take her. "I have to have some champagne first," I said as I picked up the
bottle. I poured champagne on Nikki's cum filled cunt as she watched in dismay.
"What are you doing?" she asked. "I'm going to have my taste now," I replied.
"You can't do that," she answered. "That's a mess. At least it sure feels like a
mess." "Well, it looks like a mess too," I assured her with a laugh. "Here,
would you like to see it?" I continued as I reached for her mirror lying on the
dresser. I held in for her so she could see her cum matted and cum filled pussy.
"It looks like my wife has been busy, doesn't it?" "That looks pretty slutty, if
you ask me," she replied as she pushed the mirror aside. "Yes, that's a good
word for it," I agreed. "How does it feel to have three loads of cum in you? It
sure was fun to watch them being put there." "Did you really enjoy that?" Nikki
asked. "It was a lot of fun for me. I've never come so many times or had so much
attention, but I don't see what was in it for you." "I loved it!" I said
emphatically. "I can't explain why though...but enough said. I think it's a
husband's solemn duty to clean up his wife after she's been a slut." I dove
between Nikki's thighs and began eating her. I didn't know what to expect with
the combination of the champagne, cum from three different men and Nikki's own
juices, but I found the taste and sensation indescribably terrific. Nikki
protested and tried to move away, but when I wouldn't stop she soon acquiesced
and let herself enjoy my efforts. "You know, sweetheart, I love having my pussy
eaten, and you do it so well. You're much better at it than Jim." After I got as
much of the cum out of her as I could, I finally took my turn fucking my wife.
We fell asleep as soon as we both came. I was still lying on top of her, I
think. The next morning we had to get packed and on the road early because we
still had a good day's drive ahead. Nikki seemed somewhat distant while we
packed and had breakfast although she did assure me that she felt fine. We
exchanged a kiss and "I love you's, but I knew my wife's mind was elsewhere.
When we got on the road I decided that it would be best to clear the air, if
there was a problem about last night. I didn't want us to return from vacation
with any bad feelings. "So how do you feel about last night?" I asked figuring I
might as well be direct about it. "I don't really know," Nikki replied. "How do
you feel?" "To be honest, I loved it," I said, "but it's more important how you
feel?" "Why's that?" she asked. "You were the one whose wife cheated on
you...and for the second time on this trip." "Is that how you'd describe it?" I
asked. "It's not a matter of how I'd describe it," she replied. "That's just
what it was. I had sex with four other men. That's cheating." "Did you enjoy the
sex?" I asked as I tried to change our approach to the issue. "Oh, yes. I
enjoyed it a lot. I'm sure that was pretty obvious, at least last night when you
saw me doing it. You see, I guess that's what's really got me confused," Nikki
confessed. "What do you mean?" "Well, I feel guilty about what I did, but I
enjoyed doing it so much...and have this strange desire to do it again
sometime." "If what you did is OK with me, what have you got to feel guilty
about?" I asked. "You know, I really enjoyed it too. I enjoyed last night
especially when I got to see those three guys doing it with you. The feeling I
got when I saw each of their cocks enter you was unbelievable...and
unexplainable, I guess." "That sounds really strange to me, I must admit, but if
you say you really liked it, I'll take your word for it. I guess it doesn't
really matter much now anyhow. Tomorrow it's back to the world of computers and
other mundane things. We'll even have to start being careful about having sex
again because of Bob," Nikki lamented. "True," I replied, "but there's always
our next vacation. With your three hundred dollar prize money, maybe next year
we can go to St. Louis." "Hmmm, that sounds like fun. I wonder if they have any
amateur contests there." "I sure hope so," I replied. My cock started getting
hard at the thought. The End!
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