A Hot Night on Lanzarote

The first five days were spent sunning ourselves on the beach or touring the island. On the sixth day it was dull and Susan decided that she would like to look at the expensive shops in Costa Tequise. She was browsing in a jewelers shop window when she saw a gold bracelet, and fell in love with it. My dear wife asked me to buy it for her but I refused, as it would have taken all our spending money and left us broke for the second week. Susan muttered something about getting the money herself and moved on. I foolishly thought that it was the end of the matter, how wrong I was.

The next evening we ended up in the hotel bar, and had been putting them away when she suddenly told me how she intended to get the money. She had seen a flyer for the biggest club in the resort announcing that “Saturday Night was Amateur Strip Night,” and that she intended to enter the competition. I fell about laughing which made her very angry. “Are you serious” I said, “ You would be up against girls at least ten years younger than you. Girls with long blonde hair, legs that go on for ever and drum tight tums and bums, they would laugh you off the stage.”

Pancho the barman must have been ear wigging our conversation because he suddenly piped up. ”No Senor, you are wrong” he volunteered, ” it is true that they are all young and beautiful but they all look the same, they never strip with any style or show of enthusiasm, and they never strip completely. The guys always complain that they are bored as they don’t see anything that is not on display on the beach or round the pool. Your wife on the other hand with her more rounded figure and larger breasts would knock their socks off , especially if she was taught how to do it properly.” He went on to tell us that his brother Antonio was the resident DJ at the club and was a personal friend of the Manager, who he felt would give Susan all the help that she needed to win.

The next day my beloved went to see the Manager after having drunk a few rum and cokes to give her courage. She returned after a few hours, looking flustered and even more tipsy. I looked at her and said “ If you can’t get your knickers off in front of a couple of Spaniards without getting stressed out, what will you do in front of the thousand or so ravers that will be there tomorrow night for the competition.” She told me that she was confident now that she had been shown how to strip with style and passion, a statement which I found somewhat worrying.

The next evening saw Pancho and I at the club bar, awaiting for Sue’s five minutes of fame. The Manager stood up on stage and announced the competition and the first competitor, who was a Dutch girl called Leni. Leni had a superb body but she was very ugly and despite her best efforts did not capture the hearts of the audience. She actually did strip her panties off, but held them over her pussy so nobody got a chance to see her womanhood. The next two on were both English and exactly like Pancho’s description. A couple of very cold and mechanical performances ending up with the girls still wearing their little thongs. After them, there was a German girl who was good, beautiful and talented, but she made one fatal error, she kept teasing the audience about taking off her knickers but then wagged her finger at the watching men and walked off with them still in position . This caused her to get as many boo’s as cheers, and her chances of winning went down the Swanee.

Lastly, My beloved Wife walked onto the stage wearing a white shirt and a black leather mini, which showed off the fact that she wearing black stockings. She looked like she had been knocking back the drink and I was told afterwards that her drinks had been spiked with a powerful aphrodisiac. She danced around, and then lost the shirt and skirt leaving her in bra and panties, as well as stockings, suspender belt, and fuck me heels. The audience went silent when they saw her bump and grind, her heavy boobs straining the bra to the extreme. Suddenly, the bra was gone and she danced for the crowd with her bare breasts swinging like giant melons.

Just at that moment the Manager walked on with a chair, Susan moved the chair to the very front of the stage, sat down facing the crowd with her legs about a foot apart, then started to slowly peel down her panties. As they dipped below her knees she opened her legs even further and everyone in the club saw her sweet little pussy. She smiled at the audience, licked a finger then ran it up and down the length of her obviously excited slit. The crowd went mad, not only clapping but stamping their feet in approval. Susan had won, that was obvious.
The Manager announced the result, my wife had won first prize, and the money would be presented in an hours time. I thought this was rather strange, but it all became crystal clear when Pablo and I went backstage to see the winner. There was a party in the Manager’s office, Sue and about nine guys, including the Manager, the DJ, the barmen, the bouncers, and even two members of the Polizia Local. They had got my still naked wife up on the Manager’s huge desk on her hands and knees. One guy was about to get his erection between her open legs, whilst another was pushing his cock into her willing mouth, a cry went up as they both pushed together and Susan was penetrated at both ends. As the guy in her pussy thrust into her she rocked forward, thus taking more of the other guy’s cock down her throat. They sped up, the rocking motion turned into a jerking one, her huge breasts moving with a will of their own.

Eventually both guys spurted their jism inside Sue, the jerking stopped while new men took over from those who had just cum inside her. The party went on and on, I lost count of the number of Spaniards who had turned the light of my life into a drunken fuck machine. After a time they started looking for variety, and one of the policemen slipped out of Susan’s well worn cunt and impaled her ass to the delight of the onlookers. The Dutch girl made an appearance, squatting down over my wife’s face and getting her pussy eaten. I don’t think that Sue was keen on this but as the girl squeezed Sue’s nostrils flat it was ether eat cunt or don’t breathe. Eventually, Leni orgasmed over Sue’s face, which was already covered with spunk from all the guys that she had blown.

Pancho and the DJ were the last guys to avail themselves of my wife’s services, they double teamed her, the hotel barman thrusting into her sore and stretched vagina whilst his brother hammered into her abused asshole. While this was going on the Dutch girl, who had been told that I was the cuckolded husband came over to me, took my rampant cock out of my trousers, and without saying a word, wanked me until I squirted over the carpet.

The finale to the night’s proceedings came when Susan had to step back onto the stage to receive her money. The bastards had not let her dress or even clean herself up. Her hair was a mess and her stockings were laddered. There was dried spunk round her face and on her boobs, and a steady trickle of jism leaked out of her obviously gangbanged cunt and ass. The audience had to be aware of how my drunken spouse had earned her victory, and the applause when she won was now replaced by laughter and ribald comments.

The next day Susie bought the bracelet and every time she wears it I get a hard on just thinking about what she did to get it. It was a waste of time having sex for the rest of the holiday, as her pussy was so stretched that I could hardly feel anything, but at least she did not blame me this time, which was a bonus.

By Tiberius