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Subject: Story Title: A Bar Room Slut And A Stripper
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" A Bar Room Slut And A Stripper"
(slut wife)
"Do you really have to go out now, Bob?" said Leslie, her lips
forming into a sullen pout, "can't you stay home just this once? I
could make it worth your while!" She playfully lifted her short skirt,
giving her husband a quick glimpse of her black lace panties and
creamy white thighs.
"Oh, Leslie!, you know I always go out for a quick beer on a Sunday
lunchtime. It's like a religion! It's one of the few times all the
guys can get together these days."
Bob had to admit, the sight of his wife's panty covered crotch rarely
failed to get his blood pumping. But he had to be strong. He could see
that Leslie was feeling sexy, and in this mood, if she got her way, he
wouldn't see the inside of his local pub until next week.
"I'll be back before you know it baby!" he said as he slipped his
jacket on and made a movement towards the front door. His wife,
though, was not about to give up so easily.
"Fine! I'll come with you then!"
In a near panic, Bob searched his mind for an excuse for her not to
join him, but he was a blank.
"You won't enjoy it much, it's just a bunch us guy's talking and
drinking", he said somewhat lamely. But his wife seemed to have made
up her mind and was already searching for her coat. He briefly thought
about agreeing with her initial demand and dragging her back up to the
bedroom for a good session of sex, but he thought that would be too
obvious. There really was nothing he could do to stop her now!
Leslie had not bothered to change out of her short skirt and thin
halter top, and as they entered the dark pub, a few heads turned to
look at her. Bob could hardly blame them. At thirty four, his wife was
still a great looker. Her blonde hair framed a heart shaped face and
tumbled over her shoulders in wispy curls. Her legs were long and
slender, an extra two inches added to her height with the heeled
sandals that she wore and the halter top did little to conceal the
ample charms of her breasts. He felt proud when other men looked at
her.
Bob ordered drinks for them both and then led her to a table where a
bunch of other men were already sitting and drinking.
"What's this, Bob?" said one of the men as they both sat, "brought
wifey along today have you?" A ripple of laughter floated around the
table as Bob mumbled something about having little choice in the
matter.
"You all know Leslie, I think? - Leslie these are the guys!" Brief
hello's were spoken as the conversation continued as it had done
before Bob and Leslie had arrived.
Bob bristled with pride as each of the men around the table tried to
sneak quick glances at Leslie's boobs through the low cut top that she
wore. Perhaps this wouldn't be too bad, he thought, it was kind of fun
watching as his friends surreptitiously ogled his wife. He placed a
hand gently on her knee underneath the table and squeezed it
playfully, but when Leslie opened her legs slightly to allow him
further access, he realised that she was still in a horny mood!
Although this action came as a bit of a shock to him, Bob was quite
relieved. The lunchtime entertainment was about to start, and he still
wasn't really sure how his wife would react to it. Leslie was no
prude, that much he knew for certain, but he wondered what her
reaction would be when she saw the lunchtime stripper begin her act.
The lights in the main body of the bar suddenly dimmed and an eerie
silence fell. A spotlight illuminated the small dingy stage and Leslie
could see wispy cigarette smoke as it snaked its way up through the
beam.
"What's happening?" she whispered to her husband.
"Shhh....just wait, you'll see!"
A low rock beat could suddenly be heard through the wall speakers. It
was loud and the bass turned way up. Leslie thought that she
recognized the music, but with the volume as high as it was, she
couldn't be sure. The guitars and drums gradually increased in tempo
and as the music reached a frenzied crescendo, a tall, scantily
dressed woman danced onto the stage amid cheers and whistles from the
audience.
"A stripper!" Leslie now had to shout in Bob's ear to be heard. "You
didn't tell me you came to watch strippers!"
"It's a Sunday ritual," Bob shouted his reply, "We can go if you
want?"
God! No way! This I want to see for myself."
The whistling and cheering lulled to a dull roar as the dancer began
her routine. Leslie looked around her. The pub wasn't at all busy and
she could see that, apart from the woman on the stage, she was the
only other female in the room. The few men that were there, all had
their eyes firmly fixed on the stage, and Leslie now also returned her
eyes to that focal point. The shock of what was happening had now
disappeared and she settled herself back in her chair to watch the
show. Leslie smile to herself as she watched the girl perform. She
looked a bit bored and, although she might once have been an adequate
dancer, her movements now seemed stunted and contrived.
"She's not all that great, is she?" Leslie shouted at her husband.
"Let's be fair honey, these guys aren't really here to critique her
dancing!" he replied
The stripper continued her routine, exposing her body bit by bit. To
Bob's slight annoyance, Leslie continued to shout her opinions
regarding the shortcomings of the girl's set. He knew that her words
were meant for him alone, but he also knew how sound traveled in this
bar and was a little concerned to notice that every now and then the
girl on stage seemed to hear what Leslie was saying. The more Leslie
shouted her opinions, the more the stripper was staring daggers at
her. Suddenly, the woman on stage, now topless and wearing only very
brief thong panties and high heeled shoes, stopped her routine and,
stomping to the side of the stage switched the music off.
For a second, the silence was deafening, followed quickly by shouts of
discontent from the audience. The stripper returned to the center of
the stage and, with hands on hips, looked directly at Leslie.
"Listen, honey" she shouted, "Just give me a break will you? If you
think you can do any better, be my guest!" The room fell silent. All
eyes were now on Leslie, waiting to hear her response - or even if she
had one.
Bob groaned inwardly. This was not the first time that his wife's
opinions had got them into trouble. He knew that the best way to deal
with this situation was to let Leslie speak for herself. His wife was
never short of words, and she would definitely not thank him for
answering on her behalf. Bob wondered how she was going to bluff her
way out of this one! He looked over at his wife and was surprised to
see her smiling.
Leslie remained silent for a few more seconds. The room was still
quiet, the hushed tension could be cut with a knife.
"Okay," she suddenly shouted, "move over and let me get up there!"
The room erupted in applause and cheers as Leslie rose from her seat.
"Wait, You can't do -" Bob started to speak, but as his wife shot him
a serious look he knew that her mind was made up.
Without a further word, Bob watched his sexy wife make her way up to
the stage. He knew that she had done a lot of dancing in her younger
years and still kept her hand in whenever they went out on the town.
If he was honest with himself, he quite liked the thought of her
flashing her body at all these strangers.
Leslie was now on stage and a brief conversation between her and the
stripper took place. The music was turned back on, and as both women
began to gyrate their bodies in time to the music, it became evident
that they were going to put on a "double act". Bob could see the look
of lust in his wife's eyes as she leapt around the stage and wrapped
her legs around the single chrome pole that ran from floor to ceiling.
She was obviously still in the same horny mood that she had been
earlier, and he knew that anything could happen now.
Leslie had some catching up to do, and while the other woman swayed in
time to the music, she quickly lost the halter top and her short
skirt. When her firm breasts were finally exposed, the audience went
wild; cheering and shouting for more. The song came to an end and was
quickly replaced by an equally loud but much slower number. The two
women on stage were standing opposite each other. In their shoes they
were much the same height and as they neared each other their nipples
touched causing both women to sigh almost simultaneously.
Leslie made the first move, and reaching into the strippers hair, she
pulled her head towards her and planted a firm, wet kiss on her lips.
Bob could see that they responded well to each other; their tongues
twisting and slithering wetly in and out of each others mouths. He was
a little surprised by his wife's actions. He had known that she was
bisexual, but, to his knowledge she had never been with another woman
since they had married.
The deep kiss continued, both Leslie and the stripper now running
their hands over each others breasts. Bob was fascinated by the way
his wife's nipples seemed to grow and throb under the other woman's
touch and briefly wondered how far they would go. All thoughts of the
strip-tease seemed to have been forgotten as they were both lost in
their feverish caresses. The kiss was broken The stripper dropped to
her knees in front of Leslie and, hooking her thumbs into the
waistband of her brief panties, she quickly tugged them down to the
floor. Another roar from the audience as Leslie's trimmed mound became
visible and she wickedly parted her slender legs.
Bob watched the strippers reaction as Leslie's legs open. Her eyes
bulged and she moistened her painted lips before swiping her long pink
tongue over Leslie's labia. As soon as Leslie felt the gentle touch on
her clit, she grasped the other woman's head in her fingers and pulled
her forcefully into her pussy. Leslie's head went back as she closed
her eyes and climaxed right there on the stage.
The stripper seemed a little surprised by his wife's rapid orgasm, Bob
thought, but she kept her tongue probing at Leslie's clit all the way
through the shuddering climax. The strip-tease had now turned into a
full blown lesbian sex show, as the stripper eagerly removed her own
thong panties and allowed Leslie to return the favor. This time,
Leslie eased the other woman down onto the floor of the stage. She
gently spread her thighs and allowed her head to drop into contact
with the stripper's pussy. The stripper took longer to cum than Leslie
but within a few minutes of Leslie feasting on her puffy labia and
swollen clit, she too, climaxed with a deep groan.
From his sitting position, still at the table, Bob wondered if the
show was now over. Both women seemed a little tired from their
exertions. His question was quickly answered though, when the stripper
jumped, rather shakily, from the stage and selected a guy from a
nearby table. The man was led, a little reluctantly at first - but
cheered on by his friends, up onto the stage. No words were spoken as
the women quickly began to undo his jeans and tug them down to the
floor. When he was naked from the waist down, Bob could see that,
despite his earlier reluctance, he now sported a large erection that
slapped against his belly.
The two girls lost no time in going to work on him. Encouraging him to
lie on his back with his cock sticking up high in the air, the
stripper straddled him and lowered her hot, wet pussy down over his
throbbing erection. Bob watched his wife in awed fascination as she
did likewise over the guy's head and lowered her dripping snatch onto
his face. The poor guy looked like he was going to suffocate as Leslie
ground her cunt over his nose and mouth, while her new found friend
rode his cock like a bitch in heat. For a full ten minutes the girls
used their stooge. They were facing each other, pulling and squeezing
each others nipples as they bounced their way to another inevitable
orgasm.
When Leslie, with trembling legs, disengaged herself from the guy's
face, his sharp intake of breath was almost lost in the cheers that
Leslie received from her audience. She helped the stripper up from her
kneeling position astride the man's thighs and everyone could see his
cock throb and twitch as it slipped out of the warm pussy that had
been riding it so hard. Seeing that he was about to cum, the two women
knelt either side of him. The stripper massaged his heavy balls while
Leslie jerked his shaft for all she was worth. Within a few short
seconds, both girls were rewarded with a long stream of cum that shot
from the end of his slippery dick and flew into the air.
Bob and the rest of the audience had been cheering and clapping almost
constantly and now that the lucky volunteer had shot his load, he
could see that a queue was forming at the front of the stage; a line
of hopeful men with bulging crotches. But Leslie had clearly had
enough. Amid the roars of congratulations, she picked up her clothes
and with a final kiss for the stripper, she jumped down from the stage
and returned to her husband's side.
On her way back to the table Bob watched her naked body being touched
and caressed by every man that she passed. Hands were on her breasts,
her pussy and her buttocks as she smiled warmly at each man that
touched her. Bob held out his arms as she neared him and helped her
into the chair next to him. All his friends at the same table watched
as she replaced the clothes that she had earlier stripped off for
their amusement, and again, Bob reveled in the pride that he felt.
"Take me home now please darling!" she whispered into his ear, "all
this has made me so horny! I really need to feel a big cock in me as
soon as I can!"
As he led his wife towards the exit, Bob thought how wonderful it was
to have a bar room slut for a wife!