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By Ouroboros

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. Dereck and Gary began hanging out together, along with some friends of Dereck's from work. Soon two Fridays a month became "boys' night out." That was the polite name for them. Once, when they thought I wasn't listening, I heard one of Dereck'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 wash day.
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 got 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 my body couldn't compete with the dancers' bodies. During our love-making, 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 more. 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 Dereck 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 too.
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 groady. She was a beautiful woman with an aura of power about her.
I introduced myself. Candi asked what I looked like under my terry 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 a big blond perm. She could have been a cover girl for one of thoughts 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. Be- fore 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 duffel bag and lead 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 duffel 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 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 throb- bing 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 as me, but 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 for- ward, 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 himself. Candi reached over to help him stroke his huge erection.
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 our 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 her 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 larger and harder 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 do each other.
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. Then 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.