Archive-name: 3plus/jb_dance.txt

Archive-author: J. Boswell

Archive-title: Hot Dancer





                      Another Hot Wife Tale



READERS' MAIL . . . APRIL, 1987 

STRIPPED TO THRILL 



     My wife Susan and I have a great relationship with five

other couples.  We ski, play cards, and usually vacation together

at the Ocean.  

     Recently, we planned a surprise birthday party for Tom, one

of the husbands.  The Thursday before the party, a group of us

went over the last minute details and someone suggested that we

should arrange for a Strip-O-Gram for Tom. 

     Marcy, Tom's wife, laughed and said, "Tom would LOVE it! 

Especially if the dancer has great boobs.  Tom is DEFINITELY a

boob man."  

     We called around, but with such short notice, only two

agencies could even handle the request, and neither had a

large-breasted dancer available for Saturday night.  Resigned to

the fact that we were too late to book the surprise dancer, we

started discussing other items.  But before long, one of the

wives teased Susan about being the stripper.   

     Susan is very beautiful and, at 26, is years younger than

the rest of our "over 35" crowd.  She has a flawless

peaches'n'cream complexion, is 5'5" tall, a brunette, and she has

a fantastic, and very firm 39(D)-24-35 figure, so the teasing was

not really a surprise.  Soon, Marcy was agreeing with the other

women and Susan finally realized that they weren't just joking.

     Marcy took Susan's hand, "Susan, please say you'll do it. 

It would really make Tom's party a night to remember.  Besides,

it's just us.  We've all seen you in your bikinis and it'll be

fun!  If I were built like you, I'd probably be making a living

doing it!" 

     I know Tom has always found my wife attractive (who

wouldn't?), especially in her swimsuits at the beach or pool, and

on more than one occasion I caught him trying to sneak a look

down her blouse or dress.  So, I was certain he'd really

appreciate Susan being his "personal stripper."  But Susan still

hadn't agreed.  The women were still coaxing and I smiled and

agreed with them that I thought it was a great idea, too. 

     Susan looked at each one of us seated around the now quiet

table.  She stopped at me and said, "Alright, I'll do it.  If

that's what you and Marcy really want, I'll do my best to make it

fun." 

     We all cheered and clapped her on the back and told her what

a good sport she was being.

     After work on Friday, Susan bought a new set of sexy

underwear for the party and showed it to me.  The bra and panties

were white and so sheer they were almost transparent.  The

panties were not really more than a tiny triangle of white in the

front and a thin strap between her cheeks and on the hips.  Susan

had also purchased a white garterbelt and stockings.

     I was surprised that Susan had selected such revealing

things, but I was glad she was getting into the spirit of it and

I could feel my cock harden as I thought about my wife showing

off her body to our friends in these very sexy undies.

     Saturday seemed to drag until it was finally time to get

ready for the party.  Susan took a bottle of wine and a glass and

locked herself away in the bathroom for a long time.  When she

emerged, the wait had been well worth it.  She looked beautiful. 

She had carefully applied her make-up and topped it off with a

bright red lipstick.  Her dress was a short white cocktail dress

with thin red trim, and finally, very red, very high heeled

shoes.  She looked lovely. 

     I stood at the door and whistled.  "How about showing me

what's under that dress?"  I asked. 

     Susan smiled, "No way!  No previews.  I'll see your reaction

and either we won't get to the party at all, or I won't have the

nerve to do this.  I'm really very nervous, Dave." 

     "Relax.  This is supposed to be fun.  You'll be terrific." 

     Marcy and Tom's boss, Steve (one of the other husbands) had

conspired to get Tom out of the house for the afternoon, playing

golf and having a few drinks at the country club.  The house was

decorated when we got there, and we started getting the food

ready.  Everyone else had been there for a while, and the punch

had everyone in a gay, partying mood, already.  

     Marcy handed us each a drink and said to Susan, "You look

absolutely fantastic, Suze.  Are you still going through with the

dance?" 

     Susan drank down the potent punch and got a refill, "Well,

as long as you haven't changed your mind and I don't pass out

from a case of nerves, I'm going to do it." 

     Marcy patted Susan on the shoulders, "I knew we could count

on you.  Tom will love it!  And I know the rest of the husbands

are looking forward to it, too!" 

     Susan looked around the room at the other husbands and

blushed.  "How do you want me to go about this, Marcy?" 

     "How about you hide in the utility room.  When Tom and Steve

walk in, we'll all yell 'Surprise!' and sit Tom in that chair in

the middle of the room.  I've made a tape of some songs with a

strong beat, so I'll turn the stereo on real loud and you can do

your thing." 

     Susan nodded and I looked around at the other three smiling

guys in the house.  I couldn't wait for the party to start! 

     Finally, we heard Tom's and Steve's cars pull into the

driveway and we all took our places.  Tom seemed genuinely

surprised when he walked in and we all jumped out, yelling

"SURPRISE!"  

     Marcy snapped a few pictures and sat him down in a chair in

the center of the room.  Then, she started the stereo. 

     Susan picked the beat up as she danced down the hall behind

Tom's back.  We all applauded as she danced into the room and up

to Tom.  Marcy had yelled to him to not turn around, so he had no

idea what was going on until he felt Susan rub up against the

chair and run her fingers through his hair.  Tom still didn't

know who the dancer was and his look when Susan bumped and

grinded her way around in front of him was one of pure shock. 

     Susan danced sensuously, humping to the beat, as Marcy taped

the whole thing on her camcorder.  A few voices yelled out to

"Take it off!" and I could see that Susan was getting turned on. 

Of course, the whole room was charged up and feeling turned on.

     When Susan danced up to Tom, turned her back to him and

pointed to her zipper, I thought my dick would burst.  Tom looked

at the zipper with pure lust in his eyes and then looked at me. 

He saw me smile and nod and he grinned.  

     "I can't believe this!" he yelled as he reached for the

zipper. 

     Tom slowly unzipped Susan's dress until she could slip one

shoulder and then the other out of it.  She turned around to face

Tom and allowed her dress to fall to her feet.

     She was magnificent!

     Susan stood there in her see-through underwear, garterbelt,

stockings and high heels.  Her beautiful dark-pink nipples stood

erect and puckered against the thin material.  The firm round

globes of her ass were beautiful.  But the biggest surprise was

not just that her dark bush was clearly visible through the tiny

panties, but that she had trimmed the hair short and into the

shape of a heart!  When I saw that, my cock got even harder.  It

was obvious that the rest of the people saw it, too, by their

whistles, catcalls and cheers. 

     Susan was really enjoying herself as she put one leg forward

and her foot between Tom's legs so he could slip off her shoe and

stocking.  His trembling hands on her bare thigh made his crotch 

bulge.  When he had the first leg bare, she offered her other leg

to him.  He quickly slipped the second stocking off as Susan

danced away from him, dropping her garterbelt to the floor. 

     Susan danced to the end of the song and stopped, and I

thought it was the end of the show.  But everyone, including

Marcy, from behind her camera, shouted "Take it off!" as the next

song started.  Susan glanced at me and I shrugged and said it was

her show and entirely up to her.  She looked down at Tom and saw

how excited she'd made him and began to dance again. 

     At the same time I wanted her to continue, I couldn't

believe it when Susan moved right up in front of Tom and reached

behind her back to unhook her bra.  She unhooked the bra and

cupped her hands on her breasts while she slipped the brastraps

off her shoulders and arms.  Then on a beat, she pulled the cups

away from her big boobs and handed the bra to Tom.  

     The room went wild!  

     Still dancing, she bent over Tom and shimmied with her huge,

naked tits only inches from his face.  Her nipples were hard and

erect and aching to be kissed and sucked.  It was fantastic

seeing Susan's breasts bared to a man who had been trying to peek

at them for so long. 

     Everyone cheered Susan and encouraged her to take off the

only remaining bit of clothing she had on.  

     "Show us your heart!" they all began to chant.

     Her eyes were ablaze with excitement and she motioned to Tom

to pull the coffeetable over in front of his chair.  Susan

stepped up onto the low table and guided Tom's hands to her

panties and hooked his thumbs inside the elastic waistband.  She

then slowly pushed his hands down her thighs so her panties went

down with his hands.  Tom slid them down to her feet and she

stepped out of them.  Now, Susan was completely naked, dancing on

the table in all her glory before the entire crowd, and

especially Tom, whose face was level and close to her beautiful,

trimmed pussy. 

     Marcy moved closer to record this special, fantastic moment. 

Susan started to get down, but Marcy asked her to stay and pose

for just a few more seconds.  Tom put his arms around Susan's

thighs and pulled her against him.  She put her hands around his

neck and pulled his head into her so that his nose and mouth were

buried in her pussy.  There wasn't a soft cock in the place!   

     After a few more seconds, Marcy thanked Susan and Susan

stepped down and picked up her dress.  She told Tom to keep her

bra and panties as a memento, along with the video.  

     Flushed and still naked, Susan ran upstairs to dress in the

dress, stockings, garterbelt and heels.  The whole crowd cheered

when she returned, and the party got underway. 

     Tom thanked me again and again for letting Susan dance for

him.  We both have a copy of the video to remind us of how

beautiful, sexy, and exciting my wife is.  

     I loved having her dance for the party.  It's such a thrill

knowing our friends shared in seeing my beautiful, young wife's

fantastic, sexy body.

--  Name and Address withheld by request. 



.................................. 

READERS' MAIL . . . JANUARY, 1991 

HOOKED ON DANCING! 

     My husband sent the above letter to your magazine almost

four years ago.  Everything in it is true, it just doesn't tell

the *WHOLE* story.  Your readers may be interested in hearing the

rest. 

     It wasn't my idea to dance at Tom's party, but, in truth,

when it was suggested, I LOVED the idea.  I can't explain why,

and it surprised me at the time, but the idea of dancing and

showing myself off in front of other people really turned me on. 

I acted innocent, and "allowed" myself to be coaxed into

performing, but inside, I didn't hesitate for a second. 

     As Dave described me in the letter, I am attractive and

definitely a bit "top-heavy."  I also had noticed Tom and the

other husbands sneaking their peeks at me whenever they could.  I

like my body and work hard to keep it firm and tight and I never

minded their looking.  And I think Dave enjoyed other men

"eyeing" his young, "trophy" wife. 

     Anyway, I prepared carefully for the party, just as Dave

described.  I was so excited and hot, I could barely breathe as I

dressed and we drove to Tom's house.  Waiting for him to arrive

was pure torture! 

     When the music started and I danced into the room, I felt

like I had been waiting my whole life for that moment!  I was

transported!

     Dave described my dance pretty well.  

     I was so excited, I felt like I was on the verge of a

gigantic orgasm the whole time.  I had purchased the see-through

lingerie because I was sure that that was as far as the wives and

Dave would tolerate my strip.  When they urged me to continue and

yelled "Take it off!" I almost forgot to give Dave a questioning

glance before proceeding.  I was thrilled to keep going. 

     What no one saw was, at the very end, when I held Tom's face

to my pussy, his tongue shot straight into my wet snatch and

flicked my clit a few times!  No wonder my legs were wobbly as I

climbed off the coffeetable!  

     I gathered up my dress, stockings, heels and garterbelt to

the applause of our friends.  Realizing that putting clothes on

in front of a crowd wasn't nearly as sexy as taking them off, I

ran up the stairs, to dress in a bedroom.   

     Dave didn't mention that Tom soon followed me upstairs to

"change out of his golf clothes."  I was already dressed and was

combing my hair when Tom rapped softly on the open door and said,

"I'll never be able to thank you for the thrill you've just given

me, Susan." 

     Totally giving in to the moment, without a thought of the

possible risks and repercussions, aroused, wet, and feeling more

lusty that I had ever felt in my life, I opened the door and

smiled at Tom, "Come on in and maybe we can think of a way." 

     I knew from his eyes and the expression on his face that I

had caught him totally offguard.  Still standing, I spread my

legs, bent over the bed and threw the skirt of my dress up and

over my hips. 

     "Come on, Tom.  You have to finish what you started with

your tongue downstairs." 

     Now, it was Tom who didn't need coaxing.  His pants and

underwear were down at his ankles in a flash.  And just as

quickly, he pressed his cock into my still sopping-wet cunt. 

     I started to cum as soon as he entered me and he soon

followed.  I wiped off with a tissue and ran downstairs as Tom

stayed to change.  We couldn't have been upstairs together longer

than 3 or 4 minutes!  No one had a suspicion and that is clear

from Dave's letter.  Dave failed to mention that Tom and all the

other husbands knew I was naked under my dress for the rest of

the party!  It turned me on knowing that, and I loved it when I

was the object of their sneaky cheap-feels and gooses the rest of

the night.  

     Tom and I never really discussed our "quickie" but his

flirting became a little more aggressive.  As did most of the

other husbands' flirting.  I guess when a man sees you do a

striptease and you show them your tits and pussy, they right away

think you're some kind of loose woman (haha!)! 

     Bill had his birthday two months after Tom's.  All during

the party, the husbands were teasing me to do another strip. 

"Fair is fair!" they all said.  And I would have LOVED a repeat

performance, but since none of the wives mentioned it, I behaved. 

I think all the wives had seen more than enough of me at Tom's

party!

     About 5 months after Tom's party, I got a call from Steve at

work.  He jokingly moaned about not having his own "Strip-o-Gram"

the previous weekend at his party, too.  He went on to say Sally,

his wife, was out of town for the approaching weekend and he was

wondering what it would take to persuade me to give a "birthday

dance -- just a dance" for him. 

     I knew that this was more than a innocent, casual request

from a friend.  He wasn't asking to borrow the car.  I could tell

he wanted more than "just a dance."  Steve was Tom's boss, and I

assumed that Tom had told him about our little "upstairs

episode."   

     I thought about it for a few minutes and realized I very

much wanted to feel as sexy and alive as I did the time I danced

at Tom's party.  

     I called Steve back, "I owe Bill a dance, too.  Have him

there, also, and I'll come over and dance for you boys on

Saturday afternoon." 

     I left the house with my dress in my gymbag on Saturday,

telling Dave I was going shopping and then to the gym for a

"workout."  I drove to the mall and bought the blackest, sexiest,

lacy-est undies I could find and dressed in the changeroom.  When

I rang Steve's bell, I knew from the stares I had gotten in the

mall that I looked HOT!

     I had made a tape to play while I was dancing, and it hadn't

even finished before I was naked on Steve's living room floor,

sucking Bill's cock while Steve fucked me doggie-style.  The

three of us fucked and sucked the afternoon away, until we were

exhausted.  

     When I got home, Dave asked if I had a good workout!  

     I smiled and told him I had the best workout in months, and

I was going to have to do that more often!

     That began my secret life.  Stripping in front of eager men

was the trigger for me to act as slutty as I wanted.  I loved the

way it made me feel, and my orgasms were the most intense of my

life. 

     Steve threw a private party for Phil, the next birthday boy,

at a motel.  All five of the husbands (other than Dave) were

there and after dancing, I fucked and sucked all of them before

we left. 

     They all made dates with me, and I went with them, but the

sex with them individually was never as good as when I danced for

them and then fucked all of them.   

     Soon, Steve approached me about taking my act "on the road."

He was entertaining some clients and wanted to know if I'd be

interested in being part of the "entertainment."  I agreed, and

on a whim, told him since this wasn't for a friend, I wouldn't be

free.  Charging for my "services" made me feel that much more a

slut and that much sexier.  

     Usually, my "job" entailed dinner and drinks with a client

or two at a hotel, and then back up to his (their) room for sex. 

Sometimes Steve joined in the fun, and sometimes he left me alone

with the client or clients.  Last week was the largest group, yet

-- 8 men, including Steve and Tom -- at a trade show.  By the

time they were all fucked out, my jaw was sore and my pussy felt

like I had just left the delivery room! 

     So, for nearly the last four years, that's been my life.  At

least once a month, usually twice, the five husbands and I get

together at a motel suite, and we spend hours having group sex. 

I love it!  And five, maybe six times a year, I entertain Steve's

clients.  

     I wonder if Dave and Marcy and the other wives would still

think my dancing for Tom was such a good idea, if they knew the

rest of the story? 



(c) J. BOSWELL, June 1990

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