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Hiring the Dancer (FFM, wife)
By Ouroboros (ouroboros@aol.com)
(c) Jul 1997

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Yes, this is a sex story. It's fiction. Don't get upset.
Don't read it unless you want to read words about sex.

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     My marriage to Gary began well, and we always had an
enthusiastic sex life, but a couple of years along our
road, an old college buddy of Gary's moved to Seattle.
Derek and Gary began hanging out together, along with some
friends of Derek's from work. Soon two Fridays a month
became "boys' night out nights." That was the polite name
for them. Once, when they thought I wasn't listening, I
heard one of Derek's buddies refer to their Friday nights
as "beer & boobs" nights. Sometimes he'd come back from
these nights with sticky underwear that he'd bury in the
hamper, but I 'd find them on washday.
     I watched an afternoon talk show on what the lap
dancers did. I was glad Gary wasn't cheating on me, not
really anyway, but it still upset me. Gary and I had a row
about his hanging out in strip clubs with the boys, but
since he told me he wasn't fooling around and our sex life
remained hot, I didn't complain too much. Still, I felt I
wasn't satisfying my husband in some way. I tried lingerie.
I a subscription to a men's magazine and struck poses like
the girls in the magazine. Nothing would make him quit
going on Fridays with the gang.
     One night, as we watched TV before the boys came by to
pick him up, I put a sexy movie in our VCR, and enticed him
into making love. I could tell he was trying not to cum. I
asked him about it. He told me about the semi-nude dancers
and their lap dances.
     I was naked, sitting in his lap with his dick inside
me. I asked him if I my body couldn't compete with the
dancers' bodies. During our lovemaking, my husband has
always whispered to me how much he loved my body: my long,
black hair; my smooth, perfect skin; my long legs; my
fleshy hips, and my breasts, which are almost big enough to
fill a C cup. He assured me my body was "fabulous." 
     "Then all I have to do is learn to dance," I said. We
made love a little move. I mounted him, thrusting against
him and guiding his hands to my breasts. As I felt him
become excited, I leaned over to whisper in his ear, "Talk
to your favorite dancer. Hire her to teach me to excite you
the way she does." Then we both came. He barely had time to
shower and get cleaned up before the doorbell range, and
Derek hustled him off to the car for a "beer & boobs"
night.
     That night, when he returned to lie beside me in bed,
he smelled of cigarettes and alcohol. He hugged me tight. I
could feel his hard dick. I reached down to stroke it, and
in a flash he was inside me, pumping and pumping. He hadn't
been this enthusiastic since our honeymoon. I came with a
groan. "It's all set for next week," he said. "She'll be
here on Thursday." Then he came.
     My husband promised to pick the dancer up after work.
The next Thursday, I was all excited when I heard our car
pull up outside. I checked my hair and lipstick and my
push-up bikini to make sure I looked just right. Not
wanting to seem forward, I threw on my robe to cover myself.
     Gary came inside. "She couldn't come, but I brought a
friend of hers. She is not my favorite dancer." He was
going to say something else, but then Candi came in,
dressed in a kimono and caring a small bag. She wasn't
grotty. She was beautiful woman with an aura of power about
her.
     I introduced myself. Candi asked what I looked like
under my terri-cloth robe. Gary helped me uncover myself. I
hadn't ever been eyed by another woman before. I blushed
with embarrassment.
     "Let get started," she said. She slipped out of her
kimono. She wore a shear blouse and a g-string. I never
wore a bikini at any beach that showed so much. I knew why
Gary liked going to the strip club. Her breasts were
big-bigger than a D cup. Her ass was fuller, bouncier than
mine. Her legs were thicker and more muscular. She had big
blond perm. She could have been a cover girl for a men's
magazine.
     We sipped some wine. She talked about the club a
little bit and sorted through our CDs to select the music.
Gary said we should begin.
     "Start the music," she said, "and watch me."
     Gary sat on the couch.
     I punched the "play" button on the CD player. Before I
could sit in a chair to watch, Candi began. She gyrated in
front of Gary for a moment, then turned around to sit in
his lap. She rubbed her butt back and forth across his lap,
then went through a series of motions, moving her hair, her
breasts, and her legs near his face. At first I thought she
was being dirty, then being funny, then I saw the effect she
was having on Gary. He couldn't take his eyes off her. Not
much happened though. Every time Gary reached for her, she
gently guided his hands away, either back to the couch or
to her waist.
     When the music ended, I said, "That was the demo?" It
didn't look too hard.
     Candi smiled at Gary and me. She said, "Let's get you
dressed properly." She picked up her duffle bag and
followed me into our bedroom. "Don't you have a string
bikini?" I admitted I did, but that I didn't like to wear
it. "Make what you do with it you and your husband's
secret," she said. "And wear a blouse instead of a bikini
top."
     She helped me out of my bikini. As I untangled the
string bikini's top, she said, "Don't wear it. You should
just have skin under the blouse." I put on the string
bottom while she searched my closet for just the right top:
the shear black blouse I had bought to tempt Gary away from
the strip club.
     She dropped my blouse on the bed. "Before you put it
on, we should get your skin ready." She opened her duffle
bag to take out a bottle of oil. "Smell," she said, opening
the bottle and offering it to me. It smelled lightly of
peaches, I thought. She poured some on her hands, then
said, "Turn around." She began to oil my back and arms. She
worked her way down my back, pouring more oil on her hands
and rubbing it into my butt and thighs. "The oil will
prevent chaffing." I looked puzzled, and she explained,
"You'll be rubbing against his clothing. It's rough on your
skin." After she finished with my thighs, she ordered me to
turn around, oiled her hands, and began to rub the
delicious scent into my chest, breasts, and belly, working
my flesh in her strong hands until I felt warm, almost
glowing, and supple. When she finished with my thighs, I
felt so sexy, so desirable. I'd never felt such inner
warmth and arousal. "Get ready, and we'll do our dance,"
she said.
     I put on the blouse. The red color of my aerola could
be clearly seen through the material, and my nipples were
obviously hard.
     When we re-entered the living room, my husband had
stripped down to his underwear, which showed off his huge
cock.
     Candi guided me to the couch, gesturing for me to take
a seat. 
     "I thought I'd dance for my husband," I said, turning
to face him.
     She leaned over to whisper in my ear, "Let me show you
how." Her breath was moist and warm. "Sit down." I did. She
sat in my lap facing me, staring at me. She was beautiful.
Her hair framed her face. I felt the throbbing beat of the
music inside me as she rubbed her legs against mine and
wiggled in my lap. I remembered how my husband had reached
for her, and I held back from touching her.
     "This is what we do in the private area," she said.
Then she unbuttoned and removed her blouse. She rubbed her
breasts into my lap. They were so large and soft, I
couldn't resist. I stroked her hair. She kissed my fingers. 
     Inching her way up my body, she continued swaying to
the music, rubbing her breasts against my belly. As her
breasts came into contact with mine, it was electrifying.
She was the same and different from me.  
     Candi stood up. She turned around to wiggle her butt
in my face. I caressed her large, round bottom. I was
breathing so hard. She put one foot on the couch beside me,
opening her legs wide, then pulled aside the g-string so
that I could see her pussy lips. They were wet. I could
feel that I was wet, too.
     Candi leaned over me. I couldn't resist her any
longer: I grasped her boobs. They felt heavy and filled my
hands. Her nipples were hard. I rubbed them with my palms.
Candi sighed and titled her head, arching her back to
thrust her breasts into my face. I leaned forward, opened
my eyes wide and my mouth wider, then I took a nipple into
my mouth. I sucked and sucked until her hard nipple seemed
to fill my mouth.
     I opened my eyes. My husband was sitting naked on the
couch next to us, stroking his dick. Candi reached over to
help him stroke it.
     She continued to press her body into me. I closed my
eyes as I licked down from her breasts. I nuzzled her soft
skin, smelled the peach scent of the oil she had rubbed
into her skin , tasted her warm flesh. I licked lower and
lower. I thought, I must be low enough now. I expected to
touch her private parts. I found her navel and teased it
with my tongue, then licked even lower. I couldn't find
what I was looking for.  I was eager to nuzzle her pubes,
then as I stuck my tongue out to lick her warm skin, I
remembered: she had shaved her pussy. I expected hair, but
my tongue slipped in between the folds of her pussy. 
     Candi had removed her g-string!
     I clasped at her ass to pull her pussy closer to my
face as I tasted the delicious flavor of a woman. She
tasted better than when I licked my husband clean after
sex. She caressed my head, pulling us closer together.
     My husband leaned over, nibbled my ear, then
whispered, "I watched you two in the bedroom. " He came,
spurting cum over Candi's breasts until he directed his
stream onto his chest. Candi came, too. The thrill of
sucking her was almost too much for me. I switched from
pussy to nipple, licking Gary's jism from her breasts. She
rubbed my pussy through my bikini: I trembled with orgasm.
     The song ended.
     Candi put her g-string back on, but not her blouse.
She said, "Now show me what you've learned."
     I reached for my top, but Candi slipped it between the
cushions on the couch. "Do your dance without it," she said.
The next song on the CD started. I wiggled my butt in
Candi's face. She fondled my ass and hips, leaning forward
to kiss both my cheeks. 
     When I felt her fingers run up my thighs to touch my
pussy, I teased her as she had teased my husband and me: I
sat in the lap so that he couldn't reach inside my
g-string. "Good, good," she said. I wiggled my ass in her
lap in time with the music. She leaned forward. I felt her
huge tits, warm and firm against my back. She reached
around me to grasp at my breasts. My nipples became large
and hard as she kneaded my breasts.
     I stood up, pulling away from her, turning to face
her, swaying in time with the music, teasing my own hair,
touching my nipples, running my hands up my thighs. I sat
in her lap to stare at her as she had stared at me. She
leaned forward and embraced me, kissing me. I was so hot I
melted in her arms. She twisted, flinging me down on the
couch. Before I realized fully what she wanted, I had
raised my hips so that she could yank off my g-string. She
pried my legs apart and began licking my cunt with short,
strong strokes so unlike my husband, who likes to suck my
pussy lips into his mouth, "chewing me" he calls it. In no
time I was cumming. Somewhere in between my orgasms, Candi
turned around so that we could sixty-nine.
     I ate and ate Candi's pussy, while she squealed with
delight and shuddered with orgasms. I saw my husband
watching us and stroking his dick. He fondled Candi's legs
and rubbed his dick against her thighs and ass. I refused
to move my head to let his dick near her pussy. He tried
again. She reached back, pushing him away.
     Soon, she was satisfied. She said it was time for her
go. Candi knelt next to the couch, then leaned over to kiss
me. I could taste my pussy on her lips. "That was
wonderful," I said. 
     "Men are better," she said.
     After she left, I spread my legs, and my husband
mounted me. We screwed for what seemed like hours. He was
ravenous and inexhaustible. He kept licking my face to
taste Candi's pussy juice. I let him come in my pussy, then
in my mouth. When we tired, we headed for the shower.
     That night as my husband and I cuddled in bed, I said,
"Next time you have a 'beer & boobs' night, bring the guys
inside the house before you go to the bar. I'll do a
warm-up show for you." That wasn't quite my plan for that
night, but that was all I wanted my husband to know.

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The Worm Ouroboros
