BELLY DANCER

My wife had been a dancer, before she married me, and, wanting to keep in shape, she joined an Egyptian Dance class. Due to a childhood illness I am unable to father children so Bethany’s body has not had to cope with childbirth.
On my 40th birthday she put on a special show for me to show off her newly acquired skills. Wearing a nearly see-through belly dancer’s outfit she twisted and undulated her athletic body in such a sexy way that she nearly had me coming in my trousers, as I watched. It knocked my socks off, better than any striptease show I'd ever seen, and led to one of the best screw we'd ever had. 
The next day I was still so over the moon that I boasted to a colleague at work that I had the sexiest wife in the world. He was intrigued by my descriptions but said that I was exaggerating because, having met her several times, he knew that my wife was prim and proper and so she is most of the time. He said that he couldn't imagine her being such a vamp and that I was fibbing. We work in the same department and Ben and I have been rivals from the day I joined the firm. He is a bachelor and the women swarm around him like bees to honey. He is arrogant and a bragger but there is something about him that is so likeable that one tends to forgive his darker side.
When I went home that night I was still smarting from being called a fibber. I repeated Ben's comments and Beth surprised me by saying that we should show him that I wasn't a liar and she would dance in front of him, as she had done for me, and make him eat his words. Stunned I asked her if she was sure and she replied that she was absolutely sure and would make him sorry that he had called me a liar.  My wife did not like Ben since the time he drunkenly groped her at an office party. 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.
The following Friday night Ben and I left work late and we had a couple of drinks before we went back to my house. I’d phoned her from the pub to tell her we were on our way. 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 lights in the corners. It was a similar arrangement as she had set up on my birthday and made the room feel intimate. I found a note from Beth asking me to switch on the CD player when I came in. I did and the heavy beat of an oriental orchestra filled the room. 
A few seconds later Beth sashayed in, wearing the belly dancer's outfit but this time it seemed so sheer that I could see that she was completely naked underneath it. I received another shock when I realised that her pussy was completely bald. Never in a million years would I have ever imagined that she would display her body so lewdly to a stranger. I was utterly shocked and speechless.
Beth 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, and 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 did a back bend and the sheer trousers clung lewdly to her bare mound like a second skin outlining every nook and cranny of her sex.
Despite being in shock her sensuous dance soon had me as hard as I could get. Glancing down at Ben'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 slimly built.
She must have danced for us for nearly ten minutes and her body was gleaming with perspiration by the time the music came to a stop. Her other breast had also popped out so that she was bare-breasted with those gleaming red nipples pointing at us. Beth stood in front of us panting. The light behind her silhouetted her feminine curves. Her heavy, naked breasts were heaving and her eyes were gleaming in triumph as she stared at Ben's lap. I followed her gaze and saw that his erection was clearly outlined by the material of his trousers, an indisputable testament to the sexiness of my wife's dancing, and it was massive.
In a voice choked with triumph 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 had a fantastic body and that he would love to worship it and show his appreciation.
I have no idea why I said what I did! 
“Believe me, Ben, my wife's body not only looks fantastic but is extremely responsive and sucking her nipples is an experience in itself. Beth, why don't let him find out for himself?”
My wife looked startled, at my suggestion, but took a few steps forwards and stood inches from Ben, with her heaving, naked breasts jutting forward, the nipples fully erect and almost glowing with heat.
“Why don't you come nearer, my Dear, so that I can check that Roger isn't exaggerating?” Ben asked in a voice made hoarse by lust.
Beth looked at me, to gauge my reaction, then coquettishly flicked her hair back, licked her lips and slipped out the top then pulled down the sheer trousers to stand stark naked in front of him. The jewellery she was wearing somehow made her seemed more exotic. I could see an expression of defiance on her face. She was breathing heavily which caused her heavy breasts to jiggle. I couldn't take my eyes off her shaved pussy, which was glistening wetly and was partly opened. It was clear that my wife was highly aroused by what she was doing.
I held my breath and my stomach knotted as Ben's hands reached out and caressed her flanks. She tossed her head back and made groaning noises as his fingers lingered on the side of her 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 was letting it happen!
Ben's fingers trailed over the bald mound and I saw Beth's knees buckling and her legs parting as if offering him her precious treasure to fondle. He swiftly trailed a finger along the slit and the sex lips flared further open, exposing the inner coral-hued flesh which was visibly pulsing with every heartbeat. 
“You have a lovely, smooth pussy and I bet your juices are very sweet.” My rival said in a strangled voice as he pulled the sex lips further apart with his fingertips. 
I was startled to hear her answer him back.
“The only way you can find out how sweet my juices are is to taste it”
This could not be my demure wife, I thought as I watched the drama unfolding no more than three feet from where I was sitting.
Ben stood up and, not looking at me, he pulled my naked wife against his body. He fondled her plump, naked buttocks with one hand, while two fingers of his other hand slipped inside her juicy slit, with a loud squishy sound. I saw her juices running down over his knuckles as he twisted his fingers inside her sex. 
“If you take me to the bedroom you might just find out just how hot my pussy can get.” As she spoke Beth was eagerly pumping her pussy up and down on his fingers causing her large breast to bobble up and down like bouncing balls.
I sat stunned as Ben 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 Ben climbing on top of my wife, who was lying on her back on the bed. She wrapped her legs around his hips and her hands stroked his back as he slipped his massive, hard cock all the way into her shaved pussy. She groaned, a mixture of pain and ecstasy, as the large member cleaved her flesh. There was a faraway expression on her face as she looked at me and smiled. Soon the familiar moans of arousal filled the room as my wife responded to Ben's energetic shafting. His hands had slipped beneath her and were grasping her buttocks hard to hold her in place as he rammed his massive cock as hard as he could all the way inside her sex. 
“Your bum is so firm, so smooth, and so strong and your cunt is clasping my cock like a velvet glove. You’re some piece of work, Bethany Richards!”
Her eyes were half-closed as he spoke and she was grinding her pelvis upward, rocking her hips so that his large 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. Ben pumped his cock even harder as I took photographs of him fucking my wife.
Suddenly her naked body became even more animated. I glanced down and saw that he had withdrawn his hard cock, out of her pussy, and was rubbing the swollen head against her exposed clitoris. I got a close-up of that. Ben seemed really excited by the idea of having Beth's husband taking picture of him fucking her and put on quite an exhibition of virile fucking.
“Please, Darling, kiss me!” She gasped out as I stood next to her. 
I put my lips on hers as she opened her mouth wide. 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 with pleasure. 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. 
“It's fantastic having a strange cock in my sex and I'm so happy that you are here to see it, my Love. 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 you'll never forget.”
Her naked body started shaking and I saw that she was in the throes of another tremendous orgasm. My wife yelled out that she was coming as the orgasm blasted through her body. She clung to Ben like a drowning sailor as he continued to pound his cock into her with all his strength. Her head was whipping from side to side.
“I want you to fill me with hot sperm, please, Ben, I'm coming again please fill me...please!” She mumbled. 
Ben pulled his cock out of her, twisted her around so that she was on her front then pulled her hips back so that she ended kneeling on all fours. He slammed his cock back into her cunt with such a savage thrust that it made her dangling tits flop so hard that they slapped her face, with a fleshy sound. She lost complete control and seemed to be continuously climaxing 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 past her lips. She immediately began sucking and slurping while Ben continued to ram his cock into her cunt, as if there was no tomorrow.
Eventually, after she’d come at least six more times, Ben filled her cunt full of spunk and she went ballistic. She groaned and whimpered around my cock as her body rippled and shook for ages before he pulled out and rolled away. I withdrew my cock from her mouth and knelt behind her. Her sloppy sex gobbled up my cock greedily and the entry forced some of Ben’s spunk to ooze out and dangle in a long strand beneath her, swaying in time with our movements. She seemed to know no limit 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 cunt until I was squirting my spunk into her cunt. I pulled away and flopped back exhausted. She stayed on all fours with her shaved pussy wide open. A steady trickle of spunk oozed out and hung lewdly down, swaying as her spasms continued to rack her body. I have never seen a more erotic sight. Ben stood up and took several photos and left the camera on the bedside cabinet before discreetly gathering his clothes and leaving 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 so that I could fuck her again.
Later we discussed what we'd done and she couldn't explain what had made her act like a slut, in the first place, but she admitted that suddenly the idea that Ben could impregnate her took over and obliterated any other thought.
At first I was distressed then realised that it could be a way to get the baby we both longed for. She wanted to do it with Ben again as soon as possible to make sure that she indeed fell pregnant.
For once Ben didn’t go around boasting about his exploits, mind you I told him that if he did I would kill him and he knew that I meant every word.
Ben, of course, was game, thinking that it was his charm and sexual prowess which Beth craved and was a frequent visitor until the day she came back from the doctors with the news that she was pregnant. Ben was not too happy when Beth told him that it was all over as we were expecting a baby and she wanted to devote herself fully to the family. He did ask if he was the father but seemed relieved when we told him that he wasn’t.