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First Published: 13 April 2015

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How Could a Shy Wife Turn Into a Stripper
by Isabella

Story Code : M+/F, Shared Wife, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism

Once a month, the day after my husband Johnny got paid, we would have a meal out at our favourite restaurant. Over the past year we'd watched changes in the area around the restaurant, there had been a lot of building work, an old warehouse at the side of the restaurant had been converted into some kind of club that would be sharing the large car park with the restaurant.

Johnny got paid on Thursday the fourth of May so on Friday the fifth we were on our way for our usual evening out but we were shocked to find that the restaurant car park was totally full of parked cars. Johnny dropped me off while he scouted out a place to park our car, "You'd better get in the queue for a table if the restaurant is this busy, I'll join you as soon as I can find a space for the car."

I walked through the entrance of the restaurant expecting to find the place rammed to the gunwales with people but I was wrong, there was actually only one booth occupied so I slipped into the next booth, my back to the backs of the couple in the next booth. It seemed really strange that the car park was full of cars.

"Put your hands behind your head and interlock your fingers together."

I wasn't eavesdropping on the people in the next booth; it's just that my head was probably just as close to the man's mouth as his partner's ear was.

"No!"

"Oh come on, I want to try, I need the practice, I won't get you to do anything stupid, just help you to relax and quit smoking, if you are really serious about stopping smoking that is!"

I thought, 'I could do with a little help in relaxing; Johnny always says I'm far too highly strung and uptight!' I leaned back in my seat and tried to relax, I put my hands behind my head and interlocked my fingers.

"It's not guaranteed to work anyway, not everyone is susceptible, during training only about half of the people we tried to hypnotise went under."

I have to say that just hearing the young man's voice was making me relax as I waited for my husband to join me. I relaxed so much that I may actually have fallen asleep, it could have been the syrupy voice of the man in the booth behind me or it could have been boredom from the long wait I was having because Johnny just couldn't find a parking place.

"You are relaxed, completely relaxed but your fingers are fused together behind your head and nothing you do can separate your hands or move them from the back of your head."

I tried to pull my fingers apart but couldn't, it actually felt like my hands were glued together, at that moment Johnny returned, he was taken aback that there were so few people in the dining room, he was also intrigued at what the couple in the other booth were doing, he spotted straight away that the man was hypnotising his girlfriend as she sat with her fingers locked behind her head and seemingly having difficulty in putting her hands down into her lap. Johnny was about to sit opposite me and spotted me struggling to free my own hands and he reacted in a flash.

Instead of sitting opposite me he slipped in at my side and he imitated the voice and the way the man behind me was speaking to his own wife, Johnny's mouth was right next to my ear, "You can hear only my voice, mine and mine alone, do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Your fingers are free now and you can relax and put your hands in your lap."

My fingers miraculously parted and I lowered my hands slowly down into my lap. Johnny guessed that the man behind me had hypnotised me as he was hypnotising his wife or girlfriend and Johnny had to step in quickly before the guy in the next booth brought the woman out of her trance. He needed to test his theory so he decided to ask me to do something that he knew that I'd never do if I weren't under hypnotic influence.

"You are totally relaxed, relaxed and comfortable, we're totally alone at home in our own bedroom and you need me to look at your bra to see if it fits properly."

My hands dropped to the hem of my t-shirt and I pulled it up to my chin, "Can you look at my bra for me, does it look like it fits properly?"

"Yes darling, your bra looks like it fits perfectly and your breasts look very pretty in that bra. You can lower your t-shirt now, you're perfectly happy with your breasts and how your bra fits now."

The man in the next booth was telling the woman with him that she hated everything to do with cigarettes, just seeing someone near her with a cigarette would make her feel sick. Johnny knew that the impromptu hypnosis session could come to an end any minute; he saw the look of disgust on my face at the mention behind me of cigarettes so he knew that I was listening to the other man as well as to him, then he got an idea!

He placed his mouth next to my ear and whispered, "When I say the word Chattanooga you will return to the comfortable, relaxed state and you will feel safe and happy to do anything that I ask you to do. Do you understand me?"

"Yes."

Can you remember the word I have to say to relax you down into this state?"

"Chattanooga."

"Very good, now I'm going to count to three and snap my fingers and when I do you will be wide awake but still totally relaxed and happy. One... Two... Three."

Johnny snapped his fingers and I suddenly realised he was sitting next to me, "Oh sorry darling I was miles away."

I leaned in and kissed my husband on his cheek, then I moved my mouth to his ear, "I was concentrating on the man behind us, he's been trying for ages to hypnotise his girlfriend since I got here."

"Did he succeed?"

"No, you don't believe in all that crap do you?"

Johnny smiled and shook his head, "No, of course I don't!"

"Where are the people from all of those cars out in the car park, they aren't in here?"

"They've finally opened the new club next door, while I was trying to park the car I got texts from Swin, Dodgy Dave and Red Robbo, they're all in there checking it out at the moment, it's not fully open yet though, the Restaurant owns the car park and they'll lock the gates at eleven-thirty so the club has to close at eleven o'clock until they get some kind of agreement over later opening."

"Oh! I didn't realise, would you rather go there than have dinner with me?"

"This is our night, we always have the same meal, if they saw us come in they've probably already put our seafood risotto on to cook."

I smiled and relaxed into his shoulder and heard the man behind me count to three and click his fingers and I heard the woman say, "See, I told you that you wouldn't be able to put me under!"

"See, I told you it was all crap didn't I?"

Johnny smiled at me and then he pointed out a man standing in front of the window and smoking a cigarette with two of his friends, I felt sick and then I heard the woman behind me retching as she told her boyfriend to move to a table further away from the window where she couldn't see the smokers.

A few minutes later the waitress carried out two plates, she stopped at Johnny and I and looked confused, "You never order veal!"

I pointed to the far side of the restaurant, "She couldn't stand the smoke from the men outside."

"Another thing that the owner has got to take up with the club next door, they need to provide a designated smoking area, keep their smokers away from our windows."

Before taking the plates of food to her customers she asked if we were having our usual meal and we both nodded our heads, "I'll get it underway as soon as I've delivered these; we've got Tiger Prawns in fresh today, would you like them as a special addition?"

I looked at Johnny and then nodded my head; I loved every kind of seafood. We kissed and cuddled before our meal arrived, which was unusual for us as we normally sat opposite each other for our monthly treat but I didn't mind kissing and cuddling my husband in public, I was even relaxed when he began playing under my t-shirt even with the waitress wandering back and forth from the kitchen.

When our meal finally arrived it looked fantastic, each seafood risotto was colourful, moist and aromatic and the addition of six garlic simmered tiger prawns decorating the top of each meal made it look and smell even better. As we ate our meals we just chatted idly about nothing in particular, then I got an idea in my head, "Who in their right mind will pay to get into a club that will close before the pubs do that are free to get in?"

"Well, it depends on what the club has to offer!"

"And what does the club next door have to offer?"

"I think it's probably some kind of strip club judging by the fact that it attracted Swin, Dave and Robbo to its opening night, you know, three single men, always on the lookout for a look at a woman's arse."

Johnny laughed at that comment and I turned my nose up a little at the thought of eating my dinner so close to a den of iniquity like a strip club. Johnny looked a little disappointed at me when I turned my nose up, he just smiled and kissed my cheek, then he nibbled my earlobe and whispered.

"Chattanooga, you are fast asleep, you are relaxed and comfortable, you feel totally safe, you know that strippers are just dancers like any other, just like ballet dancers, they are artists and deserve our admiration for their bravery in taking their clothes off for men's entertainment. You think they are very brave but you know that you are even braver; you are far prettier than any stripper and love the idea of entertaining men with your body. You are deeply asleep, you are totally relaxed and totally comfortable I'm going to count to three and snap my fingers and when I do you'll be wide awake again, you won't remember what I've just said but you will remember how valuable and essential strippers are to our community. One... Two... Three!"

A shiver ran through my body as Johnny nibbled on my earlobe instead of his seafood risotto, "What were you just saying?"

"I said I thought that the club next door could be a strip club, that's all!"

"What do you mean that's all? Your friends need places like that, Swin is very lonely and Dave, I don't think Dave's had a girlfriend for two years now, they need places like that to help them get over their frustrations."

"Sorry, I didn't think you'd like the idea of men watching women undress for money."

"Like the idea, I love that some women will perform that service for men like Swin, Dave and Robbo, in fact, I think that we should go in and see what's going on after we finish our dinner."

Johnny laughed out loud, "Men don't usually take their wives with them when they go to the strip club with hundreds of other men."

"Why, is it a rule? Are you ashamed of me?"

"No, no, not in a million years but I think you'll feel out of place being the only women in a strip club full of men."

"I won't be the only woman."

"No, well, okay then, the only woman with her clothes on and you won't have the protection of the stage and bouncers around you."

"You're just making up excuses, just because you're too shy to be seen in the club with me."

"Not a bit of it... okay, we'll go in and see what's going on in there."

After Johnny paid for the meal we walked around the side of the restaurant to the front door of the club. It was like a production line inside the entrance, Johnny was asked to pay twenty pounds for a year's membership and five pounds admission, then he was passed to a man with a webcam attached to a pc and printer, he was photographed and his membership card was printed, then another man laminated his card, it came out like a credit card photo ID.

I went through the same process but wasn't asked to pay for membership or admission, apparently the club's owners had total disregard for the laws on sexual equality. The inside of the club was huge, there were around three hundred and fifty men inside if my membership number was any indication but even with that number of men there were still booths that were totally empty against the back wall on raised staging so that you could see the stage over the heads of those seated in front of the stage.

We walked to the bar area and Johnny got us both a drink, the room was well lit with gentle background music playing in the background meaning that we could all see each other as well as hold a conversation. The stage, which was the focal point of the huge room was in darkness and stood empty. Johnny picked out one of the booths at the back of the room; they didn't seem nearly as popular as the tables in front of the stage and so were mostly empty as the men milled about getting drinks and seeking out the best table in the room.

The main auditorium lights faded down, it looked like a massive game of musical chairs as men all over the room scrambled for their seats. The room was in total darkness, the only light source was the bar area in the furthest corner of the room, the gentle music changed suddenly into loud dance music and on a drumbeat in the tune the lights flashed on over the stage and a woman was uncovered standing in the middle of the stage.

Because our table was at the back of the room and the stage was well lit I actually found that I could see a little of what was going on in the sea of tables between me and the stage. As soon as the woman started to undress I noticed men, in silhouette, unzipping and fondling their cocks and by the time the woman's bra came off the men I could see in shadow were fully masturbating. It was hard to keep focused on the dancer when I could see four men wanking off but I was there to see how the stripper performed to excite the punters.

The woman danced for twenty minutes, she had stripped down to a pair of bikini panties and on the final beat of the dying record, she ripped off her panties and the stage lights went out but not before I realised that the stripper had a small G-string on under her knickers. I was disappointed that the woman hadn't stripped off totally but the men in the room were going wild, clapping, cheering, whistling and stamping their feet.

I leaned over to Johnny and said, "Weren't you disappointed that she didn't get totally naked?"

We were in total darkness for a few seconds before the lights came up slowly, I spotted one of the men that I had seen rubbing his cock as the dancer strutted her stuff on stage, he looked as if he was pulling his fly zipper closed, then he stood up, turned and started for the bar and I realised that he was one of Johnny's mates, the one nicknamed Swin. He looked at Johnny and I sitting on the other side of the carpeted fire-brake between our booth and the tables in front of the stage. He blushed at first and then shook that off and smiled, "Hi Johnny, Vicky, can I get you both a drink?"

"We're only having the one Swin, save your money, the bar prices in here are ridiculous."

Swin had half a pint left in his pint glass, it had been his intention to drain his glass on his way to the bar and get a refill before the next dancer took to the stage. Because he had stopped for a moment to talk to Johnny he'd missed his march on the bar and now men were four deep all along the front of the bar. Swin looked disappointed at missing his place at the bar but as he still had half a pint in his glass he would just have to make that last him until after the next dancer.

Johnny invited Swin to join us in our booth; usually Swin would have automatically sat by Johnny's side to chat to him but when Johnny invited Swin to join us he indicated the seat on the other side of me and Swin took the seat offered by my husband. We all just chatted together; the previous dancer was the main subject of our chat, neither man seemed to have noticed that the woman hadn't become totally naked. Swin apologised before he said, "The dancer had great tits but nothing like Vicky's!"

Johnny agreed with him, I was probably two inches and a cup size larger than the dancer but then I was probably more than two inches bigger around the waist and hips as well but my breasts did have a better shape than the dancers and even though far bigger they seemed to be much firmer than the dancer's breasts looked.

Swin checked his watch and looked at the row of tables closest to the stage, there were just a few seats left on those tables and men were starting to make their way back from the bar with their fresh drinks. Johnny laughed at Swin's internal struggle as the few remaining seats filled up, "It's okay Swin, if you want to bail and get a closer seat to the action we won't mind!"

Swin made an exaggerated and very theatrical show of relaxing into his seat, "I don't need to get closer, I can see well enough from back here, I was just wondering if I had enough time to get to the toilet and back before the next dancer started, she should be out here in a minute so I'll wait until she's finished."

At that moment Dodgy Dave and Red Robbo hove into view, both men had two pints each and were looking for spaces close to the stage when they spotted the three of us. Johnny asked who they were with, both men looked at each other, then down at their hands, "No, we're not with anyone, just takes so long to get served that we doubled up. Is it okay if we join you?"

Johnny invited them to sit with us, Dave sat the other side of Swin and Robbo sat the other side of Johnny. Both Dave and Robbo tipped half of one of their pints into Swin's and Johnny's glasses even though Johnny tried to stop Robbo. All four men were friends of very long standing and saw nothing in sharing their alcohol wealth with each other.

The auditorium lights dropped to black and there was a final scramble for seats, the music and stage lights exploded together and again, the stripper was standing in the centre of the stage fully dressed. The second dancer was smaller than the first, shorter but also nowhere near as busty. She was dressed in a schoolgirls costume and was sucking a lollipop.

The men sitting at the table that Swin had been sitting at for the first dance came into view and started to play with their cocks the way that Swin had, I heard his gasp and whisper to himself, "Bloody hell!"

Swin turned towards me and placed his lips next to my ear and whispered, "God Vicky, you didn't see..."

I stopped him, pushed his chin away from me and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry about it, you were just taken by the emotion if the dance and paying a compliment to the skill of the dancer."

We were in total darkness so I couldn't see for sure but I got the feeling that after I told Swin that I thought he had paid a compliment to the stripper when he had been masturbating as the dancer stripped off Swin started masturbating again in the total darkness.

The second dancer had her bra off far faster than the first dancer had and so was dancing around for far longer with her tits on show, mind you, her tits were more like fried eggs with pimples as nipples than full sized breasts. She spent about fifteen minutes taking her skirt and stockings off and dancing around in just her knickers. Just before her twenty minutes were up, the woman stood in the centre of the stage with her hands on the waistband of her knickers, legs wide open and on the final beat of the track she ripped the Velcro sides of her panties down and threw them to the back of the stage and the lights over the stage were off before the knickers hit the floor.

We were in total darkness for a minute; Swin seemed to be struggling to get something from his pocket with the wrong hand before the lights came on in the main room. When the lights were finally back on the stage was empty, no dancer or clothing left in sight and Swin was wiping his right hand with a tissue that he'd struggled to get out of his right pocket, there were signs of damp around his fly but he was fully closed.

Johnny leaned in to me and said, "I see what you mean, I didn't look at where she was throwing her knickers, I kept looking between her legs, she had a tiny G-string on under her panties."

Robbo nodded his head, "I complained about that to the manager an hour ago, they only have a topless licence at the moment, they have five private rooms for lap-dances but can't use them yet either. They're stuffed until they get their late night operating licence, then they'll be able to do full nude stripping as well as the lap-dancing."

That seemed totally crazy to me, "Why are there two different kinds of licences?"

Robbo smiled, he had the additional low down, "Exactly what I asked, apparently the council didn't want a strip club here, the planning committee didn't think there would be a call for one around here so the compromise is, if they can get two thousand members in the first month then the authorities will reconsider the late licence."

Johnny had been happy to watch the strippers when he was convinced that they were doing a full striptease, now that I'd pointed out that they were using a little distraction to put the punters off in the final seconds of the strip to get away with leaving their G-strings on he was less happy to waste his time

I really felt Johnny's disappointment and that of his friends, I took a sip of my wine before saying, "I think it's a big con, if I were doing the dance I wouldn't want to stop short!"

I hadn't realised that my comment had now got the full attention of three men who had been contemplating returning to the bar to buy more overpriced alcohol, they all dripped back into their seats, I looked at Johnny's face, it was a picture, the Cheshire cat that got the Guernsey cream. Then I looked around the other three faces, "What, what have I said?"

Johnny chuckled but before he could speak Dave chipped in, "Well, to me it sounded like you were offering to put on a private show for the three of us, a "Full Monty" striptease session."

I looked back at Johnny, "Well, that's what it sounded like to me as well."

"Okay, when and where?"

"Well, I know I haven't finished converting the garage into our party room yet but we could christen it tonight if you fancy putting on a little strip show for the guys."

I looked around the other three faces again, they all looked like six year olds waiting for Christmas, they were all fighting the urge to grin at me like idiots. "Okay, why not, I'm sure I could make just as good a job of stripping as the women working here!"

Johnny forced his grin down as much as he could; it took him a while to hide his excitement behind his glass of beer, swallowing the last of it before wiping the moustache of froth away from his upper lip with the back of his hand.

"Okay, you three go to the late night supermarket and buy beer for us, wine for Vicky and some nibbles. I'll take Vicky home and while she gets ready for her dance I'll clear a space for us in the old garage and stick out some garden furniture for us to sit on, we'll see you back at our place in thirty minutes."

Johnny gave me some tips on what he'd like me to wear for my strip; the professional dancers wearing smaller knickers under larger ones had intrigued him, he liked the idea of me wearing three bras, each smaller than the one above it, it would be uncomfortable for me at first wearing three bras, three pairs of knickers, a blouse with a camisole top under it and a skirt with an underskirt under it and stockings and suspender belt.

"You don't have to take your shoes or stockings off, the dancers earlier looked a little stupid trying to take them off sexily while balancing on one leg, keep them on all the way through, I love seeing you naked with just stockings on."

I went to our bedroom and changed, dressed exactly how Johnny had asked me too. When I got into the garage, the laminated floor that Johnny had laid himself a few weeks earlier was clean, swept and mopped. All of his tools were packed away at the back of the room; he had tied one of his five hundred watt halogen floodlights over a beam four feet from the combined door and window unit that had replaced the garage up and over door at the beginning of the project. The flood light would usually be used to illuminate a worksite before they got the electrics up and running properly.

Johnny had brought his iPad in to drive the sound system, the amp and speakers had been fitted but no deck, tape player or CD player, those parts were expensive and we were waiting for the room to be finished before shelling out on the larger expense items. Johnny had finished everything and was in the middle of pumping up a double airbed, I asked him why he was pumping up the bed, "Well, Swin's already had a skin full, I'm sure he'll crash here after you've finished your dance."

We heard two cars pulling up in front of our house, Johnny left the airbed to its electric pump and came over to me, he faced me, grabbed both of my shoulders, kissed me and then said, "Are you sure you're happy to do this? If you're unsure..."

I expected him to say, 'If you're unsure it isn't too late to back out, call it off, the guys will understand.' But I was wrong, what he said was. "...I can do something to help you to relax and not feel shy!"

"No, I'm feeling great, really turned on and looking forward to giving it a try."

There was a tentative knock at the garage's new door, Johnny opened the door, Swin walked in with a box of twenty-four cans of beer, Dave walked in with two bottles of wine for me, and Robbo walked in with another twenty-four cans of beer. Johnny was about to close the door but there was a fourth man outside carrying two carrier bags full of picnic food. The man carrying the food was introduced to us as Michael Moore, a man from the same village as Swin, a neighbour of his rather than a friend.

Swin looked at my face, I must have looked a little shocked or perhaps upset because Swin walked over to me and kissed my cheek, "I'm sorry Vicky, we found Michael broken down on the road between the late night shop and here, I couldn't just leave him out there in the dark could I?"

What Swin had seen and interpreted as shock on my face was actually excitement, the thought of dancing for my husband and his friends had been a massive turn on for me but Michael had become a different order of magnitude, I was close to an orgasm just from looking at the man. Johnny and his mates were all mid to late thirties, Michael was ten or twenty years older, he had rugged good looks, thinning hair and what was there was greying rapidly. Johnny and his friends were all super fit footballing types, Michael was slightly overweight and he didn't have any kind of dress style but it still excited me far more thinking that he would be watching me than the other four put together.

Johnny scooped me up in his arms and while Dave was picking out tracks and running order on the iPad playlist Johnny said, "If you're not happy I'll tell Swin to take the old fart home!"

I kissed Johnny, "Don't be silly, if I was stripping in a club the men would all be strangers and more would look like Michael or worse than look like you four."

Johnny smiled at me and kissed me passionately on the lips, "I can't wait for you to get started, I'll get some glasses and a bottle opener while the guys set up the nibbles and we'll get started as soon as everyone is settled."

Johnny was at the door from the garage into the utility room when I had a thought, "Johnny, bring me a banana or an apple or some other piece of fruit, I may need a quick recharge of my sugar level if I'm dancing around a lot."

Michael and Robbo set two cardboard boxes on the floor against the sidewall of the garage about six feet apart than they placed an old interior door on top of the boxes to make a table over six feet long then all of the nibbles were dumped unceremoniously on top of the door, no plates, just the bags, packages and cartons the food came in. Johnny came back with five straight sided pint glasses, a banana for me to eat later and a pile of paper plates, plastic forks and serviettes which he spread out over the impromptu table.

I picked up my banana and put it out of the way of the rest of the food on the table; Johnny came up behind me and wrapped me in his arms, "You ready for the music to start?"

"What kind of pace do you want me to strip at? I thought that twenty minutes was a little short earlier, too much strip and not enough tease."

"Why not take one item of clothing off for each track and when you get down to being topless, dance for an extra two or three dances so we can all get a good look at your beautiful tits."

"How close do you want me to get to the guys?"

"Totally up to you, if you're turned on and want to throw in a few off the cuff lap-dances, feel free, if you're uncomfortable, stay up by the spot's pool of light out of reach. The guy's will love whatever you're prepared to do for them."

Johnny pointed to Dave and the music started, it was a little too loud and might have attracted our neighbours so after Johnny turned off the main lights and the spotlight on he slid over to take control of the iPad and killed the volume down to a reasonable level.

I started dancing slowly, I moved around in the pool of bright light from Johnny's work light, danced for a whole record before I even thought of taking anything off. Because of the bright light above me I couldn't see anything of my five man audience so what had started out to be a real turn on was dampening down a little for me.

I kicked my own butt metaphorically and unbuttoned the cuffs of my blouse; I started to move a little faster, a little more animatedly and then started to slowly unbutton the front of my blouse and as the second track was coming to an end I pulled my blouse out of the waistband of my skirt and threw it towards the front window of our new playroom.

I got applauds and whistles for shedding my blouse and then I danced around for about half of the next track, dancing back and forth and side to side, anywhere other than the middle of the pool of light. I pulled my camisole top out of my skirt and began lifting the front to show off my bare belly, the guys loved that and just before the second track ended I flashed my largest bra off at them, that started the whistles and barking sounds from the guys and on the last bar of the track I threw my camisole top off over my head to join my blouse on the floor by the window.

I teased the guys a little as I stripped my top bra off, holding the cups in place with my forearm, because the second bra was meant to be worn under a cocktail dress its shoulder straps were made of clear plastic so as I was rocking and rolling around it looked like that was all I was wearing on top of my body. I threw off the bra and my arms wide open, the whistling and cheers were replaced by booing when the men realised that there was another bra under the first.

That bra was removed just the same way as the first, this time the smallest of the three bras was actually a strapless shelf or quarter-cup bra so again the men got very excited before being let down all over again. They weren't quite so disappointed this time though as there was far more of my breasts on show after the second bra was stripped away, there was even a peeping areola showing over the top of each cup.

I danced a full track with my shelf bra on, I had to keep stopping to haul my tits back under cover and then at the last minute I changed my mind, I was going to shed my third bra before my skirt but changed tack and dropped my skirt at the end of that track, then dropped my underskirt after the end of the next one. The men loved the fact that I was dancing around in my knickers, stockings, suspender belt and tiny bra.

I danced out of the pool of light and into the room, I had no idea which of the men I'd come across in the dark but I bent over and rubbed my décolletage in the face of, as it turned out, Dodgy Dave. As I rubbed my breasts in Dave's face I had my hands on his lap and realised that his trousers were open and he was wanking as he watched me dance.

I ran back into the light, it wasn't because I was shocked to find Dave masturbating as he watched me, the pleasure jolt of having one of Johnny's friends kissing my chest as he rubbed his cock almost made me climax on the spot and I needed to run off that feeling for a moment or two. I danced for a full track while I get my breath back and then I removed my first layer of knickers before the end of that next track.

I took a deep breath and made a raid into the seating area at a different point, I found feet, then legs and knees, rested my hands on his knees and leaned in, I aimed my lips for where I expected to find the man's lips and kissed him, this time I'd found Robbo and from the way his body was jerking about under me he was masturbating as well.

I ran back into the light and finished dancing to that track before starting to strip off my second pair of knickers and finally I was dancing wearing just a G-string, which looked ridiculous with a full pubic bush of bright ginger hair fringing around a black heart shaped piece of lace, a shelf 'peek-a-boo' bra, stocking and suspender belt.

I danced around for about half of the next track before plucking up the courage to dive back into the darkness, I'd found Dave and Robbo, I knew that Johnny was to the right of Dave and Swin was to the right of Johnny which meant that Michael was to the left of Robbo. I could easily have chosen Johnny or Swin to do my dash and grab on but at the moment I was covered, well almost, I should pick Michael this time, then aim for Swin when I was topless and after dropping my knickers, head for Johnny and finish off (myself if not him too) when I was fully naked.

I took a deep breath, for some reason the thought of rubbing against Michael dressed the way I was was more of a turn on than the thought of all the other four men put together. I ran in to where I assumed Michael was sitting, he was ready for me though, he grabbed me as I passed him and pulled me down onto his lap, his trousers were wide open and I felt his cock pressing against my bum cheek as he kissed me forcing his tongue in my mouth.

The track finished with me still sitting on Michaels lap, he whispered in my ear, "I want to fuck you, I want to do it in front of your husband and his friends and I'm willing to pay you a hundred pounds if you let me fuck you!"

I pulled away from Michael, had my minor orgasm in the dark before dancing out into the light. I stripped my final bra off at the start of that track instead of the end but no one cared, they all whistled, stamped their feet and clapped their hands as my tits came into view.

I danced around topless until the end of that track and at the start of the next track I ran into the audience roughly where I expected to find Swin. Suddenly the main room lights came on to find me standing over Swin, my legs either side of his knees, I was bent over and I was rubbing my tits all over his face. Swin almost climaxed when the lights came up, he had one hand on my arse, one on his cock and he was trying to pull me down on top of his cock.

I wanted to jump away from Swin as soon as the lights went on but I didn't, Johnny had turned the lights on so he could see what I was actually doing with his mates. Johnny was the only one of the five of them who didn't have his trousers open and he, although ram-rod hard, he wasn't rubbing his cock. I continued rubbing my tits in Swin's face, letting him kiss and suck my nipples for the entertainment of everyone else.

At the end of the track I danced away from Swin and for the whole of the next track I danced up close to all of the men as they drank their beer quickly. As the next track started I dropped my G-string and started to dance around close up to each man. When I got to Johnny he pulled me down onto his lap and kissed me, he whispered, "Thanks for doing that for us, you're a million times better than those women at the strip club."

"Michael wants to fuck me!"

"God, we all want to fuck you, you're gorgeous."

"No, I mean he really wants to fuck me, he's offering me a hundred quid if I let him!"

Johnny looked thoughtful for a moment and then his face took on a serious look, "Did he offend you offering to pay you for sex?"

"No, not really, actually I had a little orgasm when he made the offer as I was sitting on his lap with his cock against my bum."

"Would you let him fuck you for a hundred pounds?"

"Well, I'd never thought of doing it before, what do you think?"

"Well, I'm a bit worried that he might be some kind of freak, we don't kinow him, he could be an axe murderer, I wouldn't like the idea of you and him alone!"

"No, not alone, he wants to fuck me in front of all of you."

Johnny's face turned into his thoughtful look, "Do you need to eat that banana, aren't you drained after all that dancing?"

"No, I'm really on a high, not flagging at all."

Johnny took my elbow and guided me into the utility room; his friend's eyes never left my naked body as we walked past them. Once in the utility room I was given the choice, the men had had their fun, they'd had their striptease and I'd done a world class strip for him and his friends so if I wanted too I could call it a night, he had already put a dressing gown on the top of the washing machine so I could cover up but still look sexy if I wanted to. Or, and here was a pivotal point in our marriage, I could let Michael fuck me for money with everyone watching, I could take Michael to our bedroom and fuck him if I didn't want to be watched.

"I love the idea of watching you fucking with a stranger and I love the idea of you letting my best friend's watch you fuck as well but I'd get a huge kick out of just knowing that you were doing it with a guy like Michael."

"I'll do Michael if you want me too but I don't want to be on my own with him, I'd rather have you watching me and if it would be a bigger turn on for you I'll do him in front of all of you."

"God, you're a sexy bitch. I need to have a chat with Michael, how do you feel about doing a little filthy show for the guys while I chat with him?

"What do you want me to do?"

"Dance with the banana!"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, pretend the banana is a dildo and put on a show for the guys, you know, shove it up a few times, then hold it in, straddle one of their faces and let it fall out into his mouth, you can let one man eat it all or share it around all three."

I went back into the party room and got a massive cheer from the four men, they had been almost taking bets that I'd be dressed by the time I returned. Johnny put the music on again and I went back into the middle of the room and started dancing around. I saw Johnny take Michael into the doorway to the utility room where they had a conversation away from the view of Johnny's friends.

I danced and pranced for three tracks before passing the food table and snatching up my banana. I made a big thing of stripping the banana of its yellow outer coat and I began to give the banana simulated oral sex. Then I danced over to Swin's seat and put my left foot on his seat at the side of his right knee, then I gave him the banana and placed my fingers on either side of my labia and pulled my cunt open for him.

Swin eased the banana up into my cunt; it took him about ten minutes to feed the banana all the way in my cunt until just a white tip was showing. I was fighting hard to control my orgasm, I knew if I went off my inner muscles would crush the banana into a mushy pulp. I stepped away from Swin and danced around carefully until I was standing in front of Dave, this time I stepped onto his seat with both feet and stood over his head.

I concentrated all of my inner control and expelled the banana directly into David's mouth and he greedily ate the lubricant covered banana. I felt a little bad that poor old Robbo had been left out of the show but when I looked over at him he was holding a cocktail sausage, well rather one cocktail sausage in his fingers and the box of sausages on his lap.

I danced away from Robbo and as I danced I was shaking my finger at him as if I was saying, 'No, no way mate!' Robbo exaggerated his sad face and then I danced back and put one foot on his seat as I had done to Swin and I pulled myself open for him.

"How many do you think you could take up you Vicky?"

"No idea darling, I'm only used to having one sausage in my pussy at a time!"

Robbo fed one of the tiny sausages into my cunt and then followed that with another and a third. Robbo fed fifteen sausages into me before I told him to stop, it wasn't like I was full or anything but it was just getting silly filling me up in that way. While Robbo was filling me up Johnny was pulling the double airbed into the space under the powerful flood light and he encouraged Swin and Dave to lie on the bed on their backs, then he pulled me away from Robbo and pulled me over to the bed.

Swin and Dave were lying across the mattress with their heads hanging off the edge, Robbo joined them so I had three men lying down and waiting for me, I danced around trying to keep my fanny muscles clamped tightly down on the bunch of sausages. I stepped above Swin, I kept my legs straight so my cunt was two foot higher than Swin's mouth. I concentrated hard and managed to squirt out a single sausage directly into Swin's mouth from two feet away.

I moved along the line and shucked a single sausage into Dave's mouth and then Robbo's mouth before asking Johnny and Michael if they wanted a sausage but they refused amd so I danced back to Swin and repeated the trip along the row of men until all fifteen sausages had been dispensed.

Johnny killed the music and handed me a glass of wine while the guys all filled their glasses again. I was eased away from the cluster of his friends, old and new before whispering to me, "He's offering one hundred for full sex with a condom or one fifty if you'll let him fuck you without a condom and give him full service!"

"What's full service mean?"

"Well, you know, the usual thing, you have to let him kiss you, let him go down on you and you go down on him, vaginal sex and if he wants too, titty fuck."

"That doesn't leave much left does it?"

"I told him no anal but said that you'd let him kiss you."

"Is kissing important to him?"

"Professional women, you know, professional strippers wouldn't allow a punter to kiss them on their lips, they keep that for their husbands or boyfriends."

While Johnny and I were chatting Michael was on a huddle with Dave, Swin and Robbo. As Johnny and I rejoined the party Michael said, "So Vicky, the guys have asked me to be spokesman for them, they want to watch you have sex with one of us and are willing to chip in twenty quid each just to watch, what do you think?"

I just nodded my head, "Okay, so who's the lucky man?"

Michael smiled, "Well, we've drawn cards and I got an ace so it's me unless you've got someone else that you'd rather fuck!"

"Okay, I'm happy with that."

Johnny pulled me to one side again, "Never play cards with that man, he's a crook!"

Nothing happened for fifteen minutes while I stood there naked, shivering as if I was freezing but it was very warm in the room, I was shivering because I was on the edge of an orgasm just thinking about what was about to happen. Michael finished his beer and then took my half empty glass from my hand and led me to the bed, passing my glass to Johnny as we passed him.

Seats were moved right up to the edge of the air mattress under the light so the others could get the best view possible, Michael stripped himself naked and then he stepped in front of me and kissed me passionately. My hand automatically sought his cock and my fingers wrapped around its massive girth.

I really wanted to break off the kiss and take a look at the monster that I was trying to close my fingers around, he felt twice as thick as Johnny but only half as long. I was eased down onto the bed with our lips still locked together in a passionate kiss. Michael positioned me under him, drew my knees up and apart and then fell on top of me hard and rammed his cock into me with all his weight. The shock of his cock ramming into me caused me to cry out in pain but I wrapped my feet over his bottom and pulled him down into me even harder.

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