It was just one of those hot summer evenings. Ted, my husband, Bill and I were just sitting on the deck trying to keep cool.

Bill is a nice looking man who comes by from time to time, he is about 55 and has the sprinklings of grey in his hair to show it.

Usually Ted and Bill plan a fishing trip, or they will head out to one of the local parks with their metal detectors and dig up pennies.

We have met Bill's wife, Brenda, who is a matronly type in her early fifties, too. She is into antiques, and a bit of a pain to be around. No matter the conversation, she will wait for an opening to mention one of her latest purchases. This all drives me nuts, and Bill too, I think. He comes by from time to time to visit, and I have long suspected he does it to get away from Brenda as much as anything.

But he is fun, and good company. I often wondered what he would do if he was to catch me sunbathing nude on the deck, or running around the house in a short skirt and no panties. But he has never seen me in anything less than a bikini, and when he is around, I always wear one that is a bit conservative.

Even my most conservative bare my bottom, at least. Bill never says anything, just blushes.

Anyway, the guys were sitting out on the deck chairs chatting about everything under the sun, so I got up to refill the ice water jug. That and sneak myself a nice cold Bailey's and creme. I was standing by the window, when I heard Bill ask Ted if he knew where he could find a dancer or showgirl. My ears perked up at that, this was quite out of character, or so I thought.

So when I came back out, I pointedly asked what that was all about. Bill did one of his blushes, but I persisted. Finally I manged to dig out of them that one of his "social" men's clubs wanted to hire someone to put on a little show at for the guys during an initiation ceremony.

I jumped up and asked them if I would do, that got a laugh from Ted and another blush from Bill.

But I managed to talk them into it, and suddenly I was booked for the next evening.

The next day, Ted left for the School, and I went to work. I ran off a set of tunes that I thought would do the trick, put them all on discs. Then I dug out some outfits, and practiced for at least 2 hours in front of the mirror. I was actually feeling fairly confident, until Ted came home. I was all dressed, ready to go. I knew I looked as good as I could look, but what if they didn't like me? Then I started to worry.

Ted never noticed, I don't think. I had a case of butterlies all the way up the freeway to the club.

There was no turning back, I knew. I was actually going to do this. I have been naked on a beach, but so was everyone else. I even danced on a table once topless in a moment of sillyness, but that was about it, other than flashing a guy here and there.

This was different, I was the show, I either did good or I got laughed out of the building! For the first time in my life I was wishing for bigger tits, cuter fanny, something.

We got to the club and I took a look, the place was filled with men, and they all looked to be 50 plus. That helped somehow, the last thing I wanted was a roomfull of jeering kids..

Ted gave me a big grin, and went over to set up the music and look at the lights. I stood behind the curtain, shaking like a leaf, when Bill announced me as "Miss Donna Lee!"

"Here we go!" I thought, so I stuck a leg out from behind the curtain, and realizing it was dark as night in the room, I told Ted to turn up the lights..He did, slowly, and as the guys realized they were looking at my bare leg sticking out from behind the curtain, they started to applaud and yell!

That helped a lot, and out I went. I don't really remember much about the first song, I was still frightened, but as the song ended, the whole building erupted in applause, it went on and on. Suddenly I was into it, they liked me!

I danced the next songs, teasing and giving a peek her and there, and suddenly I was down to my shelf bra and panties. I had a semi-sheer set snugged up underneath, tucked in so it wouldn't show.

Being in my underwear in front of a roomfull of appreciative men was starting to give me that feeling in my stomach, I could feel my nipples getting hard. Then it was the last song, I told Ted to hit the lights halfway through.

I was thinking of the strobe, he had turned it on for one song, and I knew it looked fantastic.

I was laying on my back, now fully nude, I turned and looked at Ted, knowing he would know to hit the strobe. Suddenly, the floor lights came on, and I was bathed in light so bright that I couldn't see for a second. I heard a moan run through the men, then I could see them, leaning forward in their chairs.

I opened my legs a bit, then more, then all the way! There were no shadows on that stage, I was completely naked, so I reached down and grasped my feet, and pulled them back and up to my stomach.

Then I flipped over on my belly, I did a few grinds, got up on my knees, and reached back.

I wanted them to look, I wanted them to see me, I was now hot as a pistol! I spread my cheeks with my hands, opening wide. There was nothing hidden, and I knew it.

I reached down, I couldn't stop, and dragged my fingers across my pussy, and climaxed right there, just like that.

I lay with my chest on the stage, and I could see some of the men. Their eyes were wide, leaning forwards, mouths hanging open. I felt another small orgasm as I started to get up, I knew I had to get back to the dressing room. At that moment, I would have let any one of them, all of them, come up and screw me right there on the stage, I was all but gone!

I made it to the dressing room, I heard footsteps right behind me, I didn't care who, I needed someone, anyone!

I turned and there was Ted, the look on his face was one of total lust! I was murmering something as I reached for him, I had his pants open and he sprang out, I just leaped on him.

We went at it like animals, just grinding, taking, then he was exploding in me and I went seconds behind him. Totally earthshaking, so much so I went faint for a second..

Ted was holding me, as the room seemed to clear.

"You missed your calling!", was all he said.

With a catch in my voice, I looked at him and said, "No I didn't...."

I dressed and straightened up, and Bill knocked softly on the door. We let him in, he looked at me like a man looks at a woman he wants, there is no hiding that.

"I never realized", he said, handing me an envelope. "I gathered up the tips you piled behind the curtain, too."

"How did I do?" I asked, a bit curious.

"There is over $500 there, I am sure," he told me.

I gave him a quick hug, and told him, "Hey, now I don't have to always wear my suit when you are around!"
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"I can't believe you did that!"

"Jon, nothing happened! We just had lunch together!"

"Well I'm sure he wanted to do more than that!"

"You're being ridiculous.� Can we please just go to dinner?"

"Why didn't you just say no?"

"He's my boss! I didn't want to upset him."

"So what if he asks you to fuck him?� Are you going to do it, so he won't get upset?"

"Fuck you Jon!"

SLAM!!!

Vicki slammed the door behind her and ran out into the street, crying.� She made her way through the dark streets, not even knowing where she was going. As the night got colder, She pulled her coat about her tightly to buffer the chill wind.� Her legs, however, were covered by only a short skirt and a pair of black nylons.� Her feet began to hurt as she hobbled down the street in her high heels.� Her mind was filled with thoughts. How could he say those things to her? After only a year of marriage, she and Jon had never fought like that.� Why did he get so jealous?� He was being a complete asshole!

"Hey baby!"

Vicki turned her head to see a car pull up beside her.

"How much?"

"Fuck you buddy! I'm not a hooker!"

He pulled up a little closer.

"Aww, come on babe! I can pay! How much? Five hundred? A grand?"

Vicki stopped dead in her tracks. A thousand dollars? Was he serious?
She looked over at the man.� He was actually quite attractive, with short dark hair, and a clean shaven face.

'Maybe I should do it?' she thought to herself. 'That will show that bastard Jon! Anyways, he's the one that pretty much called me a whore!'

Her angry expression melted away and Vicki smiled as she walked over to the car.

"Damn girl! You're hot!" the man said eyeing up her body.

"Fifteen hundred!" she said bluntly.

She half expected the man to drive away, but instead he just grinned and opened the passenger door.� Vicki tried to act confident as she made her way around to the other side of the car, but in truth, she was scared as hell.

"So what's your name?" Jon asked as she sat down and closed the door.

Without thinking, she blurted out "Victoria." She then realized she should have used a fake name.

"Oooo. Classy!" he said. "I'm Darren."

"Charmed." Vicki answered dryly. She was beginning to regret her decision.

Darren drove to a nearby hotel and parked the car.� Vicki considered calling a cab and getting the hell out of there, but something held her back.� She had to do this!� It was Jon's fault, not hers!

"Well, here it is." Darren said opening the door to the hotel room.

It wasn't a dump or anything, but it was far from five star.� There was one bed, some cheap paintings on the wall and a few liquor bottles on the desk beside the door.

"I see you've been having fun already," Vicki commented, seeing to half empty bottles.

"Oh the party's just beginning. Would you like a drink?"

"Oh God yes! I..mean yes please."

Darren smiled as he filled a glass with ice.

"You seem a little nervous.� This isn't your first time is it?"

"Oh hell no!" Vicki lied. "I always need a drink to take the edge off."

Darren sat down on the bed.

"So what do you do?" he asked.

"Excuse me?"

"You know. What do you do? Sexually I mean."

"Oh! Uhhh. Everything, I guess. Everything except kissing on the mouth."

Vickie was suddenly glad she had watched "Pretty Woman" eleven times.

"Will you suck my cock?"

"Of course."

Can I fuck you in the ass?"

Vickie swallowed hard.� "Y..Yes."

"Good! Let's get started."

With that, the man yanked his pants down and took off his shirt.� He was standing there, wearing only a pair of boxers.� Vicki looked him up and down, inspecting his body.� He looked like he worked out, with washboard abs and a full, defined chest.� In fact he had a much better body than Jon.� Vicki wondered why he was paying for sex. She was starting to get a little turned on.� She had started this to get back at her husband but now she was realizing that she really wanted to please this man!

Kneeling down before him, she looked up into his eyes as she curled her fingers into the waistband of his boxers.� Slowly she pulled them down his thick, muscled legs, freeing his rigid cock. Her eyes fell to his dick and inspected the member.� It was long and thick, protruding straight out from his abdomen.� She wrapped her small hand around his shaft and stroked it gently.� Her other hand moved to his balls and caressed them with her nimble fingers.� Parting her sweet lips, her little pink tongue slipped out and teased the head of his dick. Darren started to moan as she poked the tip of her tongue into his dickhole. From there, her tongue slid down his shaft as she moved her hand up his torso, feeling his tight, muscular stomach.� Her other hand grasped his cock and pushed it up against his abdomen as she dropped her mouth to his balls.

"Oh, baby! Damn you're good."

Hearing him talk was a huge turn on. Jon never talked during sex.

Her lips enclosed around his tight sac, as she massaged them with her tongue.� She began to moan, humming on his balls, as her hand moved around to feel his muscular ass. Vicki's tongue lapped at his balls some more, before moving up the bottom of his shaft.� Up and down she licked him getting it nice and wet.� When it was glistening with her saliva she took it into her mouth, enclosing her lips around the thick cock.� Slowly she pushed her mouth all the way down, until she could feel his balls pressing against her chin.� She had to relax her throat to prevent herself from choking as she took him in.� Darren rested a hand on her head as she bobbed up and down on his dick.� As she began to stroke his shaft with her hand, she started to suck faster.

"Oh, fuck yeah! I think I'm going to cum soon."

Vicki moved her head faster as she rubbed his balls.

"Did you hear me? I..I'm going to ...Oh, God!"

Vicki closed her eyes in ecstasy as Darren pumped a huge load of hot cum into her mouth.� She gulped it down greedily and sucked his cock dry.

Darren slumped back on the bed.

"Wow," he said. "I didn't know you girls swallowed."

"We don't," she replied. "But you're special."

Darren laughed.

"Oh really?"

Vicki smiled and walked over to him.

"Yes, you are. And you're right. This is my first time. So be gentle."

Since Darren had just blown his load, Vicki had to keep herself busy until he was hard again. Turning around she looked over her shoulder and smiled seductively at him.� She then began to run her hands down her body in an erotic fashion.� She heard Darren mutter something as she slipped one of the straps of her dress down over her shoulder. As the other strap slid down her smooth skin the top fell down to her waist.� Soon she was standing before him dressed in only a bra and panties, with a pair of black thigh high nylons and high heels. She noticed that Darren was starting to get hard again. As she started to take off her shoes, he stopped her.

"No," he ordered. "Leave those on. You look so sexy."

Jon never told her that anymore.

With a sexy smile, Vicki unfastened her bra and tossed it aside.� Darren stared at her beautiful breast, as she took one in her hand.� Looking into his eyes, she flicked her tongue out, licking her nipple.� She noticed that he was starting to get hard again.

Turning around, Vicki bent over, showing him her firm ass.� She then slowly slid her black panties down her legs. As she stood up she turned and smiled at Darren.

"Lay down," she told him.

Darren did as he was told, laying back on the bed, his dick at full attention once again.� Vicki moved around to the end of the bed and started crawling up his body, landing soft kisses up his stomach and chest.� When her pelvis was lined up directly above his, she reached down and grabbed his cock.� As she lowered herself down onto his dick a gasp escaped her lips.� Her pussy lips parted and his cock slipped inside, filling her hot hole.� Vicki wiggled her hips and nestled down onto his pole, allowing him to fill her completely.

"Fuck, you feel so good!" Darren moaned, placing his hands on her hips.

Vicki placed her hands on his chest, as she bounced up and down on his turgid rod.� She was loving the feeling of his cock inside her.� She was loving the feeling of her tight cunt accommodating his thick shaft.� The way her folds stretched around his dick, as it slid in and out.

"I love your cock!" she said through clenched teeth.

"Oooo, you have a dirty mouth!" Darren said. "I love it!"

Vicki lowered her body, pressing her tits into his chest, as his hands grabbed at her ass.� She could feel his strong fingers pulling apart her ass cheeks, as she pumped her body down onto his cock.

"Am I a good little whore?" she whispered into his ear.

"Oh yeah, baby. You're a good little whore!"

Suddenly, Darren grabbed Vicki's body and held her close as he rolled over.� He was on top of her now, as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed.� Vicki smiled up at him as he started to pump his hard cock into her.� As he held her hands, he felt the cold metal of her wedding ring.� Surprised, he looked down at her.

"You're married?"

"Not right now, I'm not!� Right now I'm your dirty little whore! Now fuck me!"

The fact that Vicki was married seemed to turn Darren on even more and he really started to give it to her.� Releasing her hands, he grabbed her ankles, forcing her legs out wide.� He drove into her hard, before pushing her legs up by her head. In her mind she thanked her mom for sending her to gymnastic lessons as a kid. Darren held her legs there as he fucked her tight little pussy repeatedly.� His face was frozen in an intense grimace as he rotated his hips, grinding his cock into her hole.

After a few more minute, Darren pulled out and allowed Vicki to put her legs down.� Not wanting to waste a second, she hopped up and bent over in front of him.

"Fuck me like the whore I am!" she said over her shoulder.

Darren wasted no time in sliding his erect dick into Vicki's wet pussy, filling her once again.� Soon the room was filled with the sounds of Vicki's moaning, and the quiet slapping of Darren's balls on her soft skin.

"Harder!" She shouted. "Fuck my cunt!"

Darren obeyed her request, pumping his dick in and out even harder. Vicki's pussy was getting wetter by the minute. His hands were gripping her hips as he fucked her.

"Would you like me to fuck your ass?"

"Oh yes! I want it in my ass now!"

Darren pulled out as Vicki spit into her hand.� Taking her wet hand, she rubbed it along her asshole, smearing her saliva around her butt.� She then slid a finger inside, lubing herself up as Darren watched.� When she was nice and wet, Darren pressed his thick dick head against her tiny puckered asshole.

"Mmmmm, put it in," she cooed.

She could feel her tight hole stretch around his cock as he entered her.� She gritted her teeth in pain as she felt his thick meat travel slowly up her ass.

"This will show Jon!" she thought to herself. "His sweet little wife, getting fucked up the ass like a whore!"

Darren's dick was in all the way before he started to pull it out again.� The full feeling in Vicki's ass diminished as he pulled away.� When he was almost all the way out he pushed his hard cock back into her tight butt hole.

"Oh yes!"

"You like that huh?"

"I love it! I love your cock in my ass!"

He started to increase the tempo, as Vicki moaned away.

"Where do you want me to cum?" he asked.

"I'm your whore! You can cum anywhere you want!"

He was really pounding her ass now.

"I want to cum on your face!"

"Do it! Fuck my ass and cum on my face!"

Darren grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back as he shoved his dick into her hard.� He then pulled his cock out of her ass and pulled her head towards him.� He was holding her by the hair as he jerked his dick in front of her face.� Vicki looked on in anticipation.

Suddenly, a gob of hot cum shot out and landed in her eye.� The next one hit her in the mouth.� She shot her tongue and tasted his jism on her lips, as he fired a few more shots into her hair.� By the time Darren had finished, Vicki's hair and face was a mess of cum.

She quickly went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up, as Darren got dressed.� She put her clothes back on walked back into the bedroom.

"Here." Darren said, tossing her a roll of bills. "I need to phone a friend, so I hope you can find your way out."

Vicki picked up the money and grabbed her coat.� Without so much as a word, she walked out of the room.� As she sat in the cab on the ride home, feeling of guilt started to overcome her.� She almost felt like not even going home. How could she face her husband after what she had done?

Her feet seemed sluggish as she walked up the front steps to her house.� As she went to open the door, it swung open.� Jon was standing there before her.

"Vick!" he said, pulling her close into a hug. "I was getting worried about you. I'm so sorry."

"So am I," she replied as a tear formed in her eye.

The couple went inside and Jon kissed his wife, unknowing that she had just swallowed down millions of another man's sperm. Vicki had a long, hot shower and snuggled into bed with her husband.

"Are you sure everything is okay Vick?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm fine hon."

"Good.� I wouldn't want you to be upset when we meet with Darren tomorrow."

Vicki bolted upright.

"What did you say?"

"Remember? My friend from college? I told you about it a week ago."

"Oh yeah.� What did you say his name was?"

"Darren. He just got into town tonight. In fact he called me just before you got home. Can you believe the guy actually picked up a hooker!� He always was a horny bastard."

Vicki swallowed hard as she lay in the bed. Jon soon fell asleep, but she lay awake staring at the ceiling in worry.


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