BELLY DANCER

Before we got married my wife was in the chorus of a professional ballet company. After leaving the company she kept in shape by going to dance classes. In her mid thirties she joined an Egyptian dance class as a way of keeping fit. Because I am unable to procreate she’d never conceived so her figure was lush but firm. On my 40th birthday she put on a special show for me to show off her newly-acquired belly-dancing skills. She’s bought a special outfit which, though traditional in style, was so sheer that I could clearly see her naked charms through it. She sat me down, put on a CD then began her routine twisting and contorting her voluptuous body in such a way that she nearly had me coming in my trousers as I watched. She has natural grace and with her voluptuous body it knocked my socks off, better than any striptease show I'd ever seen. She kept me on tenterhooks till I lost control and leapt on her, like a wild beast, and it led to one of the best screw we'd ever had. 

The next day I was still so over the moon that stupidly I boasted to a colleague at work that I had the sexiest wife in the world and described her dancing. Harry was intrigued by my description but intimidated that I was exaggerating basing his assumption on the few times he’d met my wife. Bethany does come across as being prim and proper, and, so she is most of the time, but that is because she’s rather shy. I tried to convince him that I wasn’t exaggerating but he replied that there was no way he could imagine her being such a vamp and that I must be fibbing.

When I went home that night I was still smarting from being called a liar. Annoyed I repeated Harry's comments and Beth surprised me by saying that we should show him that I wasn't a liar and bring him down a peg or two. She had met him at various company functions and had agreed that he was very handsome but had tagged him as arrogant and full of himself. She suggested that she would dance in front of him, as she had done for me, and call his bluff. Stunned I asked her if she was sure and she replied that she was absolutely sure and would be delighted to make him eat his words. When my wife gets her dander up there is only one thing to be done and that is to give her head and not stand in her way. We hatched our plan then I invited Harry to come and see for himself. He was very surprised by the invitation and I could see that he thought that I was bluffing.

The following Friday night Harry and I left work late. We had a couple of drinks at the pub. I phoned her before we went back to my house. We let ourselves in and sat down, in the living room, with a large drink. The heavy drapes were drawn and the room was in semi darkness save for one of the spotlights. It was a similar arrangement to the one Beth had set up on my birthday. I found a note, from my wife, asking me to switch on the CD player when we were ready and I did. The heavy beat of an oriental orchestra filled the room and a few seconds later Bethany sashayed in. She was wearing the same belly dancer's outfit that she’d worn on my birthday and she was completely naked underneath. I was shocked. I’d expected her to wear a normal outfit or at least wear underwear beneath this outfit. Another shock followed when I realised that her sex mound was completely bald and the slit was clearly visible through the sheer material. Never in a million years would I have imagined that my wife would display her body so lewdly to a stranger and I was utterly freaked out.

Beth refused to look at me and seemed a little shy and nervous, at first, but once she started to dance she seemed to forget we were there. She twisted and spiralled around the room, in time with the beat. I could see her large breasts swaying and bouncing as she pirouetted then, as she twirled, one of them slipped out of the top. The nipple was very red and I realised that she'd used lipstick and lip-gloss to highlight its colour and size. She made no efforts to stuff it back into her top before she dipped into a back bend. The sheer trousers clung to her sex mound like a second skin and her pussy was lewdly exposed.

Despite being shocked to the core by her sensuous dance my cock soon was as hard as it could get. Glancing at Harry's lap I saw that she was affecting him the same way. I was surprised by the size of his bulge as he's rather slim.

Beth must have danced for nearly ten minutes and her body was gleaming with perspiration by the time the music came to a stop. She stood in front of us, the light behind her silhouetting her feminine curves, with her heavy breasts heaving and her eyes gleaming in triumph. She was staring at Harry's lap and, following her gaze, I saw that he’d taken out his erection and was holding it in his hand, an indisputable testament to the sexiness of my wife's dancing. His cock was huge and definitely longer and thicker than mine. I could hardly believe that he could be so crude as to expose himself like that in my home. In a voice choking with anger I asked Ben if he was convinced, that I had not been lying. Manfully he apologised and said that he had never seen anything like it and that Beth not only had a fantastic body but was the sexiest woman he’d ever seen and that he would love to worship her and show her how much he admired her.
I have no idea why I said what I did. Maybe it was male arrogance or perhaps some deeply hidden wish.

“Believe me, Harry, my wife's body not only looks fantastic but is extremely responsive and she is dynamite in bed!”

That was the victor foolishly boasting to his defeated enemy.

I never expected what was to follow.

My wife took a few steps forwards and stood inches from Harry, with her heaving breasts jutting forward, the nipples fully erect and almost glowing with heat. “Maybe he still believes you’re lying, Darling. Why don't I show him that you’re not exaggerating?” Bethany suggested, in a voice made hoarse by lust.

I was stunned by her suggestion as she looked at me as if to gauge my reaction. 

Coquettishly she flicked her hair back, licked her lips and smoothly slipped out of the top. Before I could react she pulled down the sheer trousers and stood stark naked in front of him with an expression of defiance on her face. She was breathing heavily which caused her heavy breasts to jiggle and sway. I realised that the entire situation had slipped out of my control but I seemed to be paralysed. I held my breath and my stomach knotted into a ball as Harry's hands reached out and caressed my wife’s thighs then moved over her tummy. She tossed her head back and made groaning noises as his fingers lingered on the side of her large breasts. 

I could hardly believe that it was happening. A man was openly stroking my wife's naked body in front of me, in our home, and I didn’t seem to be able to stop it happening!

Harry must have sensed my indecision because he ignored me as his fingers trailed over the bald mound. Beth's knees buckled and her legs parted. He swiftly took advantage and trailed a finger along the slit and the sex lips flared open, exposing the inner coral flesh which was already soaking wet and visibly pulsing. 

“Beth, you have a beautiful pussy and I bet your juices are very sweet.” He said in a strangled voice as he pulled the sex lips further apart to reveal the secret, inner folds. 

I was startled to hear her answer him back.

“It can get much wetter than that and the only way you can find out how sweet it is to taste it for yourself”.

Harry stood up and, not looking at me, pulled my wife against him. He began fondling her plump, naked buttocks with one hand, as Beth pressed her naked body closer to him. Two of his fingers slipped inside her juicy slit, with a loud liquid sound, and her juices ran down over his knuckles as he twisted them inside her. 

“If you take me to the bedroom you might just find out just how good I am.” As she spoke Beth was eagerly pumping her pussy up and down on his fingers.

I sat stunned as he followed my naked wife upstairs. I was wondering how a simple boast had developed into this. By the time I'd got myself together, and climbed the stairs, I was just in time to see a naked Harry climbing on top of Beth, who was lying on her back on the bed. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he slipped his hard cock all the way into her shaved pussy. There was a faraway expression on her face as she looked at me, over his shoulder, and smiled. Soon her familiar moans of arousal filled the room as my wife responded to my colleague’s energetic shafting. His hands had slipped beneath her and were grasping her buttocks as her hands clung to his back. 

“Your bottom is so firm, so smooth, so strong and your cunt is clasping my cock like a velvet glove. I think that George was rather mean with his praises.”

Beth’s eyes were half-closed and she was grinding her pelvis upward, rocking her hips so that his cock slipped in and out of her shaved pussy smoothly. Her entire body was involved in the act and I'd never seen her screwing with such enthusiasm. Through gritted teeth she hissed to me to fetch the camera and take pictures.

Harry pumped his cock even harder as I took photographs of him fucking my wife. Suddenly her naked body became even more animated and, glancing down, I saw that he’d withdrawn his hard cock from her pussy and was rubbing the swollen head against her exposed clitoris. I got a close-up of that. Harry seemed really excited by the idea of having Beth's husband taking picture of him fucking her and put on quite an exhibition.

“Please, Darling, kiss me!” She gasped out as she looked at me. 

She whispered, in my ear, that he was only a handy cock and that her orgasm was just for me, the man she loved beyond words. I put my lips on hers as she opened her mouth wide and her tongue lanced into my mouth as my colleague continued screwing his hard cock deep into her wet pussy, again and again. She climaxed hugely and tore her mouth away from mine so that she could scream. Her body twisted every which way as she orgasmed. When she got her breath back she started meeting Ben's thrusts again, as I tweaked her nipples. 

“My love, it’s strange having another cock in my cunt and I'm so happy that you are here to see it. It is so long that it keeps banging against my cervix and I think I'm going to come again. I love you, darling, and I am going to thank you, for being so understanding, by giving you a screw that you'll never forget later.'

Her naked body started shaking and I knew that she was in the throes of another tremendous orgasm. She yelled out that she was coming as the orgasm blasted through her body and she clung to Harry like a drowning sailor as he continued to pound his cock into her with all his strength. 

“I want you to fill me with hot sperm, please Harry; I'm coming again please fill me...please!” She mumbled as her head whipped from side to side.

Harry pulled his cock out of her, twisted her around so that she was on her front, and then pulled her hips back so that she ended on all fours. He slammed his cock back into her pussy; with such a savage thrust that it made her dangling boobs flop around so hard that they slapped her face, with a loud sound. Beth lost control and grunted and shrieked loudly as he began pumping his hard cock into her as hard as he could. Her open mouth looked so inviting that I unzipped my trousers and pulled my fully erect cock out and slipped it inside. She immediately began sucking and slurping while Harry continued to ram his cock into her sex, as if there was no tomorrow.

When he eventually filled her vagina full of spunk she groaned and whimpered around my cock. When he’d finished coming he pulled out and rolled away. I pulled out of her mouth and knelt behind her. Her sloppy sex gobbled up my cock greedily and my entrance forced some of his spunk to ooze out and dangle in a long strand beneath her, which swayed in time with our movements. There seemed to be no limits to her frenzied arousal as she thrust her bottom back furiously, bucking and moaning as she climaxed again within minutes. I kept on ramming my cock into her squelching sex until I squirted my sperm into her before I pulled away and rested on my back.

Beth seemed too exhausted to move and stayed on all fours. Her shaved pussy was wide open and a steady trickle of sperm was oozing from it and hung lewdly swaying as her spasms continued to rack her body. Harry stood up and took several photos before once again plugging her with his huge cock. I lost count of the number of orgasms she enjoyed but there were many before he once again filled her with his sperm. Discreetly he gathered his clothes and left the room. Minutes later I heard the front door close but, by that time, my cock was back in my wife's mouth being sucked into hardness before I mounted her and we shared a long sensuous bout of lovemaking which was in direct contrast to the earlier brutal fucking.

Later we discussed what had happened. She said that she’d had quite a lot to drink before we arrived to give her courage. She also had been determined to put Harry in his place by teasing him and, at the last minute, sending him packing. She couldn't explain why she’d lost control and ended up acting like a slut but admitted that she’d loved it and hoped that I could live with it. 
Thankfully I’d been so turned-on that I didn’t feel jealous, okay a bit, and felt that it had not damaged our relationship.

Ten weeks later I arrived home and Bethany met me at the door, she looked pale and I could see tears in the corners of her eyes. When I asked her what was wrong she silently handed me a piece of paper. It was from our doctor informing her that she was ten weeks pregnant. I looked at it again and again as my brain computed all the facts and there was only one conclusion. Harry had impregnated Bethany!

It took me some time to accept it but I have and am now enjoying watching my wife’s belly expanding. She is over the moon and is so warm and loving that I feel as if I am the luckiest man on earth. We decided not to tell Harry the truth and I will happily be the child’s father with all that it entails.