Recession Blues 4 by RogueAlan

Recession Blues Chapter IV:  Blue Balls
Original story- Stormbringer
Continuation- RogueAlan

        I apologize, to fans of Sharon.  Her story is nearly ready.  But I decided it was not fair to make Ann wait, or you to wait to be able to read of her next exploits.  The newborn slut has some discoveries yet to come…
There were questions after Chapter II was published about where Chapter III was… Both were submitted together.  And certainly, to new readers, go back and check out Stormbringer’s original… and his other works, which are worth the time to enjoy.
And as ever, my appreciation to those who have offered encouragement or admitted anticipation.  RP, D, VD, Kpz, SGG, HJ, AK, JR… hope this was worth the too long wait.
Pax, RA

And so…

Ann smiled, rolling onto her back, and reveled in the echoes of her pleasure.  God, she had never climaxed like that.  And the way it had felt when Hilary was sucking on her nipples…

        Her eyes snapped open.  She saw the white painted walls, not the dark olive walls of her bedroom.  A small bedroom with a 70’s style popcorn ceiling.  This was not a dream.  The sun was coming in from a widow to her right, not the left side of the room.  The bed shifted as someone else moved, and Ann froze.  She was afraid to look.  She knew without lifting her head to look that she was naked, lying uncovered on the bed.  She slid a hand down, cupping her bare sex.  Her skin felt rough and dry, but she quickly realized it was just the layer of dried fluids, which flaked off under her fingers.  And unlike the last time, Ann remembered what had happened.  She remembered fucking Jacen… knew it had not been just a booze fueled dream in the club.  He was… amazing.
       
        And somehow, Ann shivered at the reality of it, she had also let Jacen’s friend fuck her.  And Billy had been amazing, too.  And she had done… things with her fellow stripper—more than the teasing and kissing Ann had played at with girl friends in high school and college.  At the club the dancers were quick to hug and kiss and tease, so it almost felt natural.  And the memory of how good it had felt having Hilary do that to her… Ann kept circling back to the awful truth that she had allowed a second man, and a man she barely knew at that, to fuck her.  She relaxed when whoever else was in the bed did not move again.
       
        She looked away from her bedmate. An old style digital clock was turned toward her.  She blinked as the time registered: 1211.  It was after noon already?!  Ann sat up, recognizing that Tom must be worried sick.  He would have expected her home before 3 AM.  She looked across the bed, praying it was Hilary.  Instead, she found Jacen’s muscular shoulder, uncovered by the sheet.  He was turned away from the light.  Ann breathed a sigh of relief that he was still sleeping; she shivered at the errant thought that if he was awake they could fuck again.
       
        She tried to be silent as she sat up, looking for her clothes before letting the sheet drop away from her body.  She was relieved that she could leave without a scene, despite the subtle arousal she felt at knowing the big man was laying beside her.  She remembered the way he had torn her top off—it was a loss.  She tip toed about the room, surprised it was actually quite tidy.  Her panties were nowhere to be found.  Reluctantly, she padded naked into the hall, pausing at the entrance to the living room.  She did not see Hilary or Billy, and guessed the bouncer’s home had a second bedroom.  She hurried to where her bag and purse sat on the coffee table, embarrassed to be naked in Jacen’s living room.  She pulled the hoodie and jeans out of the gym bag.  She sat on the couch, again embarrassed to be naked, but remembering that Hilary had been rolling around on it just as naked the night before, and by the noise they had made, she and Billy had done more than that on Jacen’s couch while she was in the bedroom with the big bouncer.
       
        She pulled her jeans on first, then shrugged into the oversized hoodie, relaxing only when she was clothed.  She paused, surprised to find her phone on the table beside her purse.  Grabbing it, she retreated to the bathroom, belatedly aware that she needed to pee.  She settled onto the toilet after closing the door carefully to be quiet.  As she emptied her bladder, she checked her phone, and was amazed that there were no missed calls or worried trending to irate messages from Tom.  Instead, there was a single text:
       
        Glad you were there for Hilary.  Miss you, babe.  See you tonight.
       
        She reread the text, feeling relief that her fellow dancer had thought ahead to call or text Tom that she would not be home, but wondering just what the pretty red head had said.  She scrolled back, finding no explanatory text, just a single word Tom had texted while she had been sitting in the front room, ‘Babe?’  Based on an outgoing phone call from about the time Jacen had led her to the bedroom, Ann guessed Hillary had called Tom.  Ann finished, hesitating before flushing the toilet, because she wanted to escape what she had done without seeing any of the others.  Collecting her things, the troubled housewife moved into the entryway.  She put her hand on the doorknob, then paused in shock; through the can lights to the side of the door she could see the curb at the front of Jacen’s house.  Or rather, she could see that her car was not out front at the curb.  She distinctly remembered Jacen had parked right outside his house the night before.
       
        She staggered back into the living room, wondering how she was going to explain to her husband that while at Hilary’s house or apartment her car had been stolen from in front of Jacen’s house.  She started into the bedroom meaning to wake the big bouncer, then stopped, terrified that waking him would lead to her cheating again.  She pulled her phone out of her purse, part of her insisting she should call Tom, admit her mistake, and escape Jacen’s home.  The truth was obvious, though; Tom would leave her.  Ann sank onto the couch, trying to decide what to do.
       
        She did not know how long she sat there, unable to decide what to do.  Before she could begin to make a decision, the front door opened, accompanied by a muted double beep from the hallway.  Billy and Hillary walked in, giggling together, the dancer holding a box, and Jacen’s friend a disposable multiserve coffee pot.  Ann leapt to her feet.
       
        “Lookit here, our sexy girl’s awake,” Billy smiled broadly, ducking under Hilary’s attempt to hit him with her purse.
       
        “What am I?” she challenged, as she swung, “Chopped liver?”
       
        “OK, my other sexy girl’s awake,” Billy relented, fending further swings off by waving the pot, “Hungry, Ann?”
       
        “You have to try these,” Hilary enthused before Ann could answer.  She set the box on the coffee table.  “Lamar’s twists are the best donuts anywhere.”  Ann stood watching as Jacen’s friend sauntered back into the kitchen.  He returned with four mugs, and a silver sugar container, as well as a can of powdered creamer.  He pulled her keys out of his pocket and set them on the coffee table.
       
        “Sorry, but we had to poach some of your money for the food, along with the car.” he gestured at Ann’s purse.
       
        “Oh that’s all right,” Ann was still feeling such relief that her car had not been stolen that the audacity of the pair being so forward was almost lost.  Even when she did consider how presumptuous the others had been, Ann was not going to make an issue of it, considering what else they had helped themselves to scant hours before.  And besides, her tips had been great the night before.  “I had a good night last night,” she said without thinking about it.
       
        “Mine was better than good,” Billy waggled his eyebrows suggestively, “But it’s nice to hear you did, too.”
       
“That’s not what I,” Ann blushed, and stopped, aware that she was immediately aroused.  She pressed her thighs tight.  Afraid of how she must look, she sat on the couch, “Never mind.”  She ignored the others’ smirks and grabbed one of the donuts… a twist, Hilary had said.  She took a bite, trying to deny that her immediate thought had been that the cross between a long john and a cinnamon roll looked decidedly phallic, and was not so much larger than the men she had let use her the night before.  She took a dainty bite, not wanting to encourage Billy to say anything.  A moment later, though, she took a real bite; she was hungrier than she had realized, and Hilary was right, it was possibly the best pastry she had ever eaten.  It was gone before she knew it.  When she looked over, Billy was staring at her in seeming shock.

“What?” she giggled, belatedly, “It was really good.  And I was hungry.”  The man she had met less than 24 hours before smiled wolfishly.

“That must be how Jacen knew you’d be such a great cocksucker.”  Ann felt herself blush again.  She hated how easily that happened.

“No.  I mean I never had one of those before.  I mean…”  Hillary was almost rolling on the floor she was laughing so hard at Ann’s embarrassed response.

“Wait,” Billy managed to stifle his own laughter after several seconds, “Wait… Before you inhaled that, were you telling me you didn’t enjoy last night?”  The flush of pleasure was so strong that Ann nearly stood, convinced she was peeing herself.  Her attention jumped to the others, anxious that they could somehow tell what she was feeling.  “Because I’ve got my reputation, you know,” he reached down, ‘adjusting’ himself suggestively, “If you need another taste…”

Yes!  Ann blinked, wondering if she had said it or just thought the fervent affirmation.  When he did not unzip, the housewife convinced herself it had only been in her mind.  She realized belatedly, though, that she was still staring at his crotch.  She grabbed the keys off of the table, reaching for her bags.

“I have to get home,” she stammered, “My husband will be going crazy.”

“It’s OK, Ann,” Hilary giggled, “When he texted, I called,” she pointed at Ann’s phone, “I told him my boyfriend had dumped me and then showed up at the club with his new arm candy, so you and a couple of the others came home with me.”  Her smile grew, “He laughed when I told him four shots was a couple shots too many.”  Ann sagged in relief, glad that the other stripper had offered an excuse she could easily remember and something Tom would believe.  “He seems to think you can’t handle your liquor.”  Ann just shrugged, not wanting to admit that he was right.

“We don’t drink very often, is all,” she said after a moment.

“These are good,” Billy had started to tear into another donut, “They aren’t Jacen’s pot brownies, but.”

“Wait,” Ann rocked back in the seat, “You aren’t talking about… Were those brownies…?”  Billy nodded.

“Makes for some killer orgasms, don’t it?”  Ann felt herself nodding, even as she tried to remember… she had not been drinking, but had she gotten high before she and Jacen…  She remembered taking a bite of her brownie, but no more, and she had been cumming just a few minutes later.  She had only had even smelled weed a few times in high school and college.  A stoner friend had smoked around her a few times, but she had never really felt ‘high.’ She remembered seeing something on television, though, that the high was slower to hit and lasted longer from eating marijuana.  She remembered finishing the brownie later…

        Ann gritted her teeth, angry that once again her memory might not be reality.  And that the memory of the night was so vivid and fresh that she was practically dripping on Jacen’s couch, just looking at Billy.  “So you’re saying that last night was better than ‘good’,” he said waving half of a twist at her.  Ann felt her skin flush.
       
“It was…” she found herself avoiding his eyes, “It was amazing,” she looked up then, and found herself caught by his steady gaze.

“I guess you’re not opposed to doing it again sometime.”  She shook her head, which she was sure triggered a flash of irritation in his eyes.

“No… I’d like that,” she stammered.  Hilary rose, but Ann could not look away from Billy.

“I need a shower,” the other stripper announced, “Is there good water pressure, Ann?”

“Um, yes,” Ann licked her, lips, aware that her entire body was buzzing, “But it’s just guy soap.  Hilary’s laugh followed the lithe redhead down the hall.  Ann was acutely aware that it was just she and the big man she barely knew; a man her body was ready… anxious to have inside of her again. He had finished the donut and pointedly licked his fingers, never releasing her gaze.  Ann jerked upright, fingering the keys in her hand.  “I need…”

“That bun was sweet,” Billy interrupted, leaning forward, “But it wasn’t the sweetest thing I’ve had here.”  Ann was frozen, standing just a few feet away, still looking down into Billy’s deep brown eyes.  “C’mere, little slut.”  She knew she should leave.  She wanted to leave, wanted to be insulted.  So why did she take that step, leaving her standing before the confident stranger?  She was aware that her body was trembling almost violently.  “You don’t really want to leave…” his hands slipped up under the loose hoodie, fingers trailing heat along her sides before he cupped her breasts, thumbs finding, then working her erect and aching nipples.  Ann moaned her answer.

“No.”

“No?” his hands dropped to her sides, “You want to leave?”

“No,” Ann bit her lip, barely resisting the urge to open her jeans.  What was wrong with her?  “I don’t want to leave, but I should go.” She finished in a rush, then moaned again as he pinched her nipples, then worked them under his thumb once again.

“Doesn’t feel like you want to leave,” he taunted her, a hand sliding down her flat stomach and easily inside her jeans.  The heat of his touch spread over Ann’s pelvis.  It was awkward with him sitting in front of her, but he flexed the end of a finger applying a delicious pressure to Ann’s clit.  The wife shuddered visibly.  She covered his teasing hand with her own. “In fact,” he released her breast, pulling his hand free, while continuing to tease her with the other, “I think I  need another taste of just how sweet you are.”   Billy used his free hand to release his own jeans and lower the zipper, all without releasing the circling pressure he was applying to the top of Ann’s sex.  “It’s pretty hard to do this properly with you standing there,” he pointed out.

Ann was embarrassed at how quickly she dropped to her knees.  And she was relieved that he stayed with her.  In fact, he leaned toward her, and she moaned more loudly as his finger pushed lower, curling up into her aroused sex.  His free hand had dipped beneath her hoodie once again, Ann’s position holding the bottom up over his forearm, baring her stomach and the bottom of the breast he was again squeezing, deftly working her nipple at the same time.  Billy glanced down, then, and Ann blinked, following his gaze.

“Hmmm,” he murmured, his naked uncut cock visible through the open fly of his jeans, “I think I might need a little help here.”  Ann giggled, bending instinctively until she could kiss and lick at his dry skin.  She lapped at him for the few seconds before he began to stiffen visibly, letting her slurp him into her mouth, all without using her hands, since one had taken over when Billy’s hand pulled away from her sex, while the other was working the breast he was not groping.  She began to bob her head, tongue teasing the hooded opening of his uncircumcised tip.  From the first stroke it was difficult to take him all the way, and Ann shivered, feeling the tip push into her throat, but she remembered that she had swallowed both he and Jacen the night before, and the knowledge that she could do it spurred the aroused wife onward.  He continued to swell, making the task more and more difficult.

Ann fought to find a rhythm… breathing on the back stroke, sucking as she went back down, her tongue working constantly.  But the scant seconds to breathe were not enough.  Sparkles appeared at the edges of her vision, which would have been graying as well, except there was not enough light to see the difference.  And then she pushed too deep, and retched, fully impaled on his turgid shaft.  She tried to back off, afraid of choking, hungry for air, and found Billy’s free hand was tangled in her hair, holding her in place.  She retched again more violently, body bucking uselessly.

“Ahhh!”  She felt the heat of his release, pulsing straight into her stomach it seemed, and then he relaxed his grip and the desperate white wife pulled back.  A single pulse of his orgasm seemed to fill her mouth, making Ann sputter as she pulled free.  The next ropey shot of his jism leapt from his cock, coating her nose and lips.  Ann gasped, still not sure if she was really breathing, there was so much semen on her face and filling her mouth.  And yet, embarrassed at the mess she was making, she held her mouth open over his erupting shaft, catching the last of his climax and swallowing it without really thinking about anything except how wonderful it was to be breathing.

“Damn you’re a grade A cocksucker, little slut,” Billy praised.  He had flopped back onto the chair and smiled lazily at the addled wife kneeling between his splayed thighs.  “You aren’t done, though.  Clean me up, bitch.”  Ann nodded.  She had wiped the cum smearing her face with her fingers, wiping them on the inside of the hoodie pocket, and without thinking about it she caught hold of the base of his spent cock, licking and sucking at him, focusing on the wrinkled hood.  His fingers moved through her hair, not forceful like before, encouraging her continued ministrations.

Minutes passed and Ann did not slow.  The fingers of her free hand had been alternately tweaking her nipples and rubbing her dripping seam through the jeans.  She was not really aware how long she had been there before she realized Billy’s cock was becoming hard again.  Giggling, she bobbed her head, sucking more eagerly.  She was panting when he caught her hair in one hand, literally pulling her off of his shaft.  A heavy strand of saliva joined his erect cock to her chin.

Ann looked up at him, hand inside of her jeans, allowing her to finger her aroused sex.  She began to pinch her nipples with her other hand, and whined softly at the pain of his using her hair as a handle.  She blinked, seeing that he was holding his phone up again, as if taking a picture of what she was doing.  Her eyes went wide and she wiped at her mouth.

“What are you… Stop that!”

“Stop what,” Billy taunted her, “You’re the one doing it… You got me all ready to go and now you want to stop?”  Ann shook her head.

“No,” she flushed at the admission, and at realizing that her fingers were still pumping in and out of her pussy.  “Are you taking pictures of this?”  Billy smiled wickedly.

“Naw, I’m recording video.”

“Oh my God,” Ann shook her head again, “You can’t! If my husband saw this…”  Billy snorted.

“Does he know me?”  Ann blinked, frowning, but shook her head, “Then how could he see this?”  She opened her mouth to argue, but became distracted as the skinny man caught hold of his engorged tool, waving it pointedly, “You think I’d do something that would stop me putting this…” he winked at her, “Inside of you?”   Ann shook her head.  She knew she should argue, but the thought of his fucking her had her so hot…

“It’s just for you,” she asked.  Billy shrugged.

“Who else am I gonna show?”  He waved his cock again, “Now do you really want to leave?”  Ann shook her head no, responding as she had learned the night before.

“No!” she licked her lips, “I want it… I want your big black cock.”  Billy sat up, and Ann shivered, more than ready for his advance.  But he did not touch her.

“Where do you want it, my little white cocksucker?”

“Fuck me!” Ann almost fell over, she leaned back so far, offering herself to the big man, “I want your big black cock in my cunt.”

“I don’t have a condom,” Billy warned, which almost made the housewife giggle, considering what they had done the night before.  Her glistening wet fingers scrabbled at the button of her jeans, and she leaned further back, bracing her shoulders on the coffee table and eagerly pushing her jeans to her knees.

“I don’t care.”  She pushed the bunched denim to her calves, lifting one and then the other to kick them off entirely, “Give me your cock… Give me your cum.”  Smiling broadly, Ann’s new lover moved easily to his knees between her spread thighs.  He slapped his erect cock down, the foreskin smacking her mons just above her clit.  Ann groaned, her need a physical force.  She left her weight on her shoulders, spreading her knees, welcoming his advance.  He chuckled, slapping the top of her sex repeatedly, then dragging the hood over her clit and through her dripping wet labia.  “Don’t tease!” Ann husked, hands trying to catch his waist to pull him inside, “Please fuck me!”

“Put it in, then, my bitch,” Billy growled.  Nodding, Ann caught hold of him in both hand, pulling him to her open, waiting sex.  “Slow…” he warned, but Ann could not have obeyed if she wanted.  It did not really matter, though, the big man was really in control.  The married stripper’s hands slid down his length as he left just head of his cock inside of her.  It made his cock look even longer when he applied pressure and began to slide through her fingers as her hands touched her naked sex.

Ann’s response was perfect… An exhalation, ‘Yesss!’ became a low moan as her head dropped back, hands scrabbling aimlessly over the surface of the table while her feet came down to brace on the floor, her pelvis tilting and rising to meet his slow initial thrust.  Billy did not stop until he was buried, his pelvic bone pressed tight against Ann’s mons.  He shifted higher, and her breath caught, body trembling visibly.

“Like that?”  he taunted.  Ann nodded, but when she did not speak, he immediately backed out, teasing her labia, which remained spread lewdly with the hooded tip, chuckling as her hips tilted and pumped, hungry to have him inside once more.

“Yes!” she groaned, hands coming up to catch his waist.  He let her pull him back into her, and added pressure, fully seating his erection once again.  The married stripper’s back arched and she whined, then gasped, “God, yes… So good…Fuck me, daddy.  Give me that big black cock.”  Billy did as she asked, setting a steady pace in and out, never backing out more than five inches, and adding that pressure to the top of her sex at the bottom of every stroke.

Within a minute Ann was cumming, begging him not to stop, to keep fucking her forever.  When her first climax was easing, he eased a hand under her ass and picked up the pace, increasing the length of his stroking cock in and out of her clutching sex.  Transferring the cell phone to his teeth, he got great POV footage from his pumping cock, steadily plundering her sex, up to his hands as he pushed her hoodie up, baring her breasts which he began to grope and squeeze.  With her ass hanging off of the coffee table, the root of his cock banged hard against Ann’s clit at the bottom of each stroke, and the married stripper climaxed repeatedly as Billy thoroughly enjoyed fucking their new toy.

He kept at it for several minutes.  As her tremors and breathing signaled another approaching climax, he caught her nipples between his thumb and second and third fingers, pinching them savagely.  Ann gave a gurgling cry, and her hands rose, catching his.  She tried uselessly to get him to stop.

        “Unhh!  Owww!” she whined, “No!”
       
        “Shit!” Billy laughed, holding himself buried, bearing down on her clit.  Ann’s body spasmed violently as she came, still whining in pain and trying to pry his hands away from her tortured chest, “See?” he taunted her, “You got off harder with that than just getting fucked… But ok,”  he shrugged, releasing her nipples and caught hold of her trim waist.  Leaning over the helpless wife, he began to pound her almost angrily.
       
        Tears had created wet trails from the outer corners of Ann’s eyes to the tops of her ears.  Angry that he had hurt her, anxious he had left marks, and embarrassed that she had orgasmed while he was doing it, she wanted to stop, and yet her pelvis was pumping up, meeting his thrusts.  She whimpered, feeling the inexorable rise of her pleasure again.  The pain had left her more aware, as well.  She lifted her head, taking in her swollen nipples, an angry red compared to her puckered areaolae.  Relived she did not see bruising, Ann’s gaze tracked lower, and she shivered at the hunger she felt watching Billy’s cock driving into her relentlessly.
       
He kept at it, never slowing until Ann’s head dropped back onto the coffee table as the married stripper cried out that she was cumming again.  He fucked her through her climax, and chuckled softly when her pumping hips were soon at work again.  Pressing a thumb firmly against her clit, he backed out.

“Nooo!” Ann protested, the word more plaintive then when he had been pinching her nipples.  He swatted her bare left thigh with his right hand, sharply enough that a pink red print was instantly visible on her skin.

“Roll over my bitch,” he demanded, shifting back slightly. Ann responded without thinking about it, lifting her left knee to clear Billy’s torso as she turned onto her stomach on the table.

“Ohhh!” he did not wait for her to settle before he thrust into her fully from behind.  Ann’s thighs were pinned against the edge of the table, keeping her body from moving away from his lunging thrusts, not that she wanted to escape.  Her hands scrabbled for the edges of the table, which was a big square. She caught hold, arms outstretched, and pushed back, lifting her head to groan again at how amazing it felt having Billy’s big tool hammering into her.

“Yeah,” he taunted, slapping her right ass cheek sharply, “You like this, my bitch?”  Ann managed a nod.

“Yes!” she husked, “God that’s amazing… Fuck me, baby… Give me your cock.”  Her voice caught as Billy spanked her again to prompt her response, even though she had already started to speak.

“Show me, little slut,” he demanded, stopping abruptly with just his uncircumcised tip inside of her.  Ann whined, but immediately pushed back, forcefully taking him to the hilt.  “Yeah,” he spanked her ass again, as she fucked herself on his cock, “That’s my pole you’re dancin’ on now, slut.”  It let him get stable video on the phone, Ann’s shuttling ass, her arms outspread, the pose both subservient and wanton.

        He heard a rustle and looked over to see Jacen standing in the doorway to the hall.  It was no surprise that the big cop was recording the action with one of his HD cameras.  Billy had asked him about it once, and the big man had shrugged, casually admitting that it was a lesson he had learned form Les… Women were less likely to stop doing something they really liked anyway if there was video proving they liked it.  Billy had pointed out it was like blackmail, and the cop had laughed, arguing that it was only black mail if a threat about releasing the images was made… Otherwise it was just a memento of what a sexy woman had shared and enjoyed.
       
        It had seemed reasonable, and Billy had been more than willing to take part, although he doubted most of the sideways footage with the phone in his mouth would be of any use.  It really did not matter to him; looking at home sex videos was not his thing… not when the real thing was humping herself on his cock like a born slut.
       
        “Shake that ass, slut!” he ordered, spanking Ann again.  The housewife’s hips began to twitch and twist without slowing her forward and back motion on his cock.  Her back twitched, and he guessed she was cumming again.  “You gettin’ off like that, slut?” he taunted.
       
“Yessss!” Ann husked, nodded her head as well, the pressing her forehead against the table top. “Oh God… that’s so good.”  Billy trapped the phone between his chin and chest.  He caught Ann’s hips, lunging into her, meeting her next back stroke, and driving the married stripper’s thighs against the table edge.  She cried out at being fully impaled, then whined when he pulled out entirely, pinning her easily in place.  “Don’t stop, baby!” she begged, “Give me your big black cock.”  Billy chuckled, careful to reach with his left hand around her muscular thigh, still pinning her in place with his right hand.  He thrust his thumb into Ann’s open, drooling cunt, pinching her clit against his curled index finger, which made Ann’s breath catch, her muscles going tight.

“All right,” he said, agreeing to her plea, “I’ve got just what you want, don’t I?”  As he spoke, he released his grip on her right hip, opening the image for his friend and the camera as he caught the base of his swollen cock, lifting it and pressing it unceremoniously against Ann’s puckered browneye.  He hoped the camera he was holding had it in frame, but it really did not matter that much; Billy was ready to get off again.  He applied pressure, easily pushing through Ann’s sphincter.  The stripper gasped, head rising, mouth open, but she did not complain.  Instead, she actively pushed back, welcoming his cock into her ass.  It was tight, and she whimpered before he was buried, so he paused, backing out, then thrust against her again.  After the third push he was more than half inside of Ann’s ass, and the sex addled wife was pushing back again.

“God yes,” she panted, “Yes… yes… That’s… That feels so good, baby… Fuck my ass with your big black cock… Give it to me, ahhhh!”  Billy set a steady pace, no longer waiting between strokes, and in less than a minute he was buried, fucking into her ass as easily and powerfully as he had her cunt.  He worked his index finger over her clit, and inside of another minute the ruined white wife was loudly announcing that she was cumming, and still urging him to fuck her ass.

Billy released her clit, holding the front of her left thigh as he picked up the pace, panting himself as he drove again and again against her firm ass.

“Whose ass is this?” he spanked her again.

“Yours!” Ann gasped. “Oh God…”  Billy gave a theatrical shout as he began to erupt at the bottom of a stroke.  Ann shuddered under him.  Jacen’s friend pulled his still firing cock out of Ann’s slack ass, redirecting it and driving himself fully into her cunt after letting a streamer paint the stripper’s bare ass.

“This too,” he growled, finishing up inside of the wife, who offered no protest.  When he was spent, Billy pulled out, slapping his softening cock over her ass.  “That was great, little slut,” he told her, “Just rest… I’m gonna get something to drink.”  Ann nodded, head resting on the coffee table, looking at the television in the corner, which was off.  She relaxed her grip on the corners of the table, but did not move, waiting for her breath to ease.  And scolding herself for letting it happen again, even as she admitted it had not been the alcohol… it had not been weed… sex with Jacen and Billy was incredible.  She shivered at the admission, and the knowledge that she wanted more, even as she scolded herself—she had to stop.  She needed to get home.  The flow of Billy’s semen down her inner thigh, though, reminded her she would have to clean up first.  Listening, she realized the shower was running.  She giggled, wondering how long Hilary was going to take. Eyes closed, she told herself she would just rest there for a moment…

She was still lying there when Billy moved behind her, flopping onto the couch.

“Damn, my slut,” he leaned forward, grabbing one of the twists from the box that had by some miracle not been knocked off of the coffee table, “A guy’s gotta fuel up again.”  She smiled, but did not open her eyes.  The television went on, but she did not look.  The table felt surprisingly comfortable.  “In fact,” Billy shifted behind her, “You so sexy lyin’ there like that,”  he moved forward, and Ann giggled, that he would pretend he was ready to go again so quickly.  He caught her hips with one hand, and Ann had a moment to be surprised as he fitted the tip of his cock against her open cunt.  Then he was thrusting into her.

“Wha… ohh!”  His hips hit her ass, and Ann was so stretched she could not remember to breathe.  She did not need to look back to know… It was Jacen.  She flashed on the men’s little game the night before… apparently it was a trick they liked to play.  And as tired as she thought she had been, she found her body was responding, welcoming her other lover.


Once again, Jacen’s impressive stamina was obvious, and Ann had enjoyed three increasingly powerful orgasms before he pulled out, rolling her over to take her missionary style there in his front room.  She welcomed his kisses, giving no thought to her vows, only the impossible pleasure she was enjoying… a pleasure both men so easily gave. The big cop pulled out, laying his cock over her belly as he came, painting her from her nipples to her navel.

By the time he was done, Hilary was out, dressed, and was watching the show Ann and Jacen were putting on.  She clapped when Jacen was finished.  The men high fived, and Ann watched, still lying on the coffee table, as the cop sauntered naked into his kitchen.  She sat up, trying for a moment to keep from making a mess, but glancing down she laughed because she was beyond messy, as was the table where she had been laying and even the carpet at her feet.  She hurried into the bathroom, past her stripper friend.

“Neither of you could wait until I was out here?” the red head complained loudly, spinning away from Ann’s playful swat, then dropping the robe she had poached from the back of the bathroom door, “I think Ann and I are going to have to do some laundry before we get back to the club tonight, so who’s going to include me?”  Ann was still smiling at the other woman’s obvious comfort with her body and sex as she closed the bathroom door.  She rolled her eyes, recognizing how silly such a step was, considering both men had more than seen her naked.  Biting her lip at the way her body reacted to just that thought, Ann climbed into the shower.  She wiped Jacen’s semen off of her torso, then soaped up.  It was only as she began to clean her dripping box that she began to think of life beyond Jacen’s home.  She had cheated on Tom.  Again.  And while she wanted to deny it, she knew that if either Jacen or Billy said the word she would cheat again.  Shivering, she scrubbed at her crotch, a part of her worried Tom would be able to tell something was different.

It did not help that there was no hot water left.  The married dancer grumbled to herself at the selfish red headed dancer, who had obviously used all of it.  She rinsed as quickly as she could, the water growing colder by the second, climbed out of the tub enclosure, and grabbed the remaining towel on the rack.  Toweling dry, she was embarrassed that she had left her clothes out in the front room, and then laughed at such a prudish attitude, considering she danced bare for strange men, and the men out in the front room had… Arousal surfaced again, and she fought it down, scared at how strong the need was.  She tucked the towel around her slim torso before she opened the bathroom door, padding down the hall.

        From what she could hear, Ann fully expected to find Hilary being fucked by one of the guys, so she was surprised and a little embarrassed to find them sitting dressed on the chairs in the front room, eating twists and watching television.
       
Ann started for her bag, trying to remember what clothes she had, and aware that Hilary was right—she might need to do some laundry before she could even get back to work.  She paused in pawing through the bag for something to wear, glancing up to see what woman was being to thoroughly fucked on the television.  The fit woman fervently riding a black man was obviously cumming, her body trembling visibly as she moaned, welcoming the man’s hands on her breasts.

Ann blinked, then gasped, realizing she was watching herself, riding Billy the night before.  She felt the twitch between her legs, knew she was instantly wet, even as she turned to the men who were intently watching the screen.

“That can’t…”  Ann’s hand covered her mouth, “Oh my God… You have to delete that.”

“The hell I do,”  Jacen snorted, “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.  Watch for a minute and tell me that isn’t art.”  Billy nodded.  Hillary said nothing, though Ann was distracted for a moment, watching the other stripper’s hand, which was pressed against Hillary’s sex.  Somehow unable to disobey, she looked at the screen.

“I…”  Ann licked her lips, aware of a need to mimic Hillary’s pose.  She clenched her thighs, “No one else can see that.”

“No one else is here,” Billy answered, rolling his eyes as if Ann’s concern was ridiculous.

“Well… I mean after… After we leave, you can’t show that to anyone.”

“Hell,” Billy shook his head again, “None of my friends know you.  They’d just watch, then tell me I was a lucky son of a bitch.”  Ann blushed at the compliment.

“I’m serious,” she argued, “If Tom saw, I’d be ruined.”

“Well I don’t know Tom, either,” Billy shrugged, “But I do know something…”  Ann’s attention was focused on the screen.  Glancing at it, Billy remembered standing up, holding the married stripper impaled on his cock.  “Guess what that is.”

“I… I don’t know,” Ann’s answer was delayed.  She was shifting in obvious arousal, standing in just the towel in Jacen’s front room.

“I think I need to do that again,” Billy answered, gesturing at the image of Ann humping herself against him as he stood at the side of Jacen’s bed.   He stood from his seat on the couch, easily opening his jeans, his resurgent cock flopping free.  He paused, considering whether to take Ann’s hand, opting instead for the free edge of her towel.  Ann gasped as the towel was jerked easily away from her aroused body.  A hand automatically rose to cover her breasts as she blinked, looking away from the image of her being fucked on Jacen’s big plasma screen to Billy standing with arm’s reach, his uncircumcised cock bare… beckoning.

“C’mere, slut,”  he dropped the towel, catching her hand and pulling the unresisting wife to him, “I want another taste.”  Ann’s lips worked.  She knew she should leave… she had just cleaned up, and she needed to see Tom before it was time to go back to work.  The first sound she managed, though, was a moan as the big man easily lifted her, supporting her ass with one hand and fitting his still rising cock against her bare seam.  Sliding his hand to the side of her thigh, Ann’s moan rose as she slipped onto him.  “Oh yeah,” his breath was hot on her neck, his other hand toying with her erect nipple, then teasing down her side to help support her ass, “Arch your back, little bitch.”

        Ann obeyed without thought, the movement forcing her farther down  onto him.  She caught his shoulder with one hand and his neck with the other.  Eyes closed, biting her lip, she undulated, the discomfort at being so filled quickly contributing to her excitement.  Billy’s hands trailed down her bare legs, lifting her knees, guiding them until she was cinched above his waist, supporting herself.
       
        “Ride me, little slut,” he demanded, and Ann did.  She felt him shifting inside of her, slipping deeper each time she humped against him.  Pulling herself closer by the grip on his neck, the aroused white wife pumped her ass, panting as the change in position aided in her being fully impaled.  She lifted her pussy a little more than half off of his jutting shaft, the fell against him heavily, increasingly hungry to have him inside of her.  Billy spanked her bare hip and she leaned back again, struggling to support herself as she humped against him.
       
        “Damn, if that ain’t better than watching TV,” Jacen teased.  Ann giggled, but she was so close to her climax she did not even glance at the other big man, pushing her pelvis at Billy harder and faster. A moment later her climax broke.  Ann rose up, hugging Billy tightly, his cock buried in her twitching sex.  The position increased the pressure on her clit, redoubling Ann’s climax.  When awareness returned, she was lying back on the coffee table once again and Billy was looming over her, hammering his cock into her in full strokes.  Ann lifted her head, absently examining her knees which were raised high, her thighs spread wide to welcome his pumping hips.  She saw her manicured nails waving as her body rocked under Billy’s rhythm.  Looking to her left, she saw Hillary’s head was bobbing in Jacen’s lap.  The big cop’s eyes, though, were locked on here, and Ann shivered at that,
       
        She whined when Billy pulled out of her a moment later, which made her newest lover chuckle.  He caught her knee farthest from the others and pushed, spinning her onto her stomach.  Even as her knees banged against the side of the coffee table and settled into the carpet Billy lanced into her again, which was exactly what Ann wanted.
       
        “Damn that’s an agreeable cunt,” Billy panted a few minutes later.  Ann had just orgasmed again, and blushed, glad that he thought so.
       
        “That’s… that’s an amazing cock,” she managed, panting as well.  He spanked her ass again in answer, easily pinning her in place as he pulled out.  Ann whined, no thought that she was cheating, only aware that she could keep cumming if he did not stop.
       
        “Gotta make sure you’re broken in,” she heard as the heavy tip of Billy’s cock pressed against her ass.  Ann’s breath caught, and she nearly begged for him to wait, but the memory of how it had felt having the men in her ass kept her from protesting.  There was moment of burning discomfort that made her whimper and whine, and then he was pushing deeper inside of her bottom, Pinned between him and the table, the housewife and stripper had no choice but to accept it.  And by the time his thighs touched her ass, the aroused woman was pushing back, welcoming the ass fucking.
       
        Catching her hips, Billy resumed the fast pace at which he had been fucking Ann’s cunt.  She found the rhythm unconsciously, lifting her ass to get more pressure against her clit.
       
        “So you like it in the ass, eh, slut?”  She nodded.
       
        “God yes,” she was still panting, “Fuck me! Fuck my ass with your big black cock.”  And he did, picking up the pace.  It was not long before she knew that he was on the edge of his own climax.  “Here it comes, little slut,” he panted, then held himself against her ass on the next thrust.  Ann pushed back, welcoming the heat of his release.  Ann had no idea how long he was cumming or how long he stayed buried inside of her.  Her nerves were still buzzing from her many orgasms, and she merely smiled, murmuring contentedly when he pulled out eventually.
       
        “Gotta clean me up, slut,” she heard him demand.  Though disgusted at the thought, she was already twisting to her right on the table to obey.
       
“Let Hillary do it,” Jacen’s voice rumbled as his hands caught hold of Ann’s ass, “I need another taste of my girl, too.”  And without pause he thrust into Ann’s empty cunt with practiced ease, not stopping until he was buried.  “Yeah,” he chuckled as Ann writhed and moaned beneath him, “We got her trained up… Took that without any problem, didn’t you, slut.”

“Uh-huh,” Ann managed, surprised and delighted to find that he was right.  She wiggled her ass invitingly, feeling him shift deep inside of her.  “Now fuck me, daddy. Give me your big black cock!”  He did, shafting completely in and out at a steady pace.

“She can clean me too,” she heard Billy say from where he was standing to their right.  She glanced over to find him bracing the base of his spent cock with one hand.  He was facing her as if he expected her to suck him clean while Jacen was fucking her.  She shook her head or tried to, but Jacen was already answering.

“Naw,” he spanked Ann’s ass, making her gasp, “I don’t want her distracted… Gotta make sure she knows her place.  And Hillary’s gonna feel left out.”  Grumbling, Billy moved away and behind them.  Ann looked around the other way, watching as he fed a seemingly eager Hillary his glistening cock.  She admitted to herself there was a momentary envy, as she remembered the power she felt, taking a cock all the way into her throat.

        Jacen spanked her ass again, and chuckled as she responded by pushing back at him harder, complaining when he pulled out, instead.  ‘He hasn’t finished,’ Ann thought in frustration, then felt him seat the thick tip of his shaft against her ass.  She wiggled her bottom invitingly, then moaned as he managed to stretch slightly what Billy had overcome minutes before.
       
“Ahhhh!”  Jacen shouted theatrically as he buried his big shaft in her ass.  He held himself there, letting Ann shimmy her hips and pump herself on him for a minute or two before he began to thrust.  Ann was lost in her pleasure, humping against the bouncer’s amazing cock.  She got off strongly and again within a handful of minutes, never slowing her eagerly pumping hips as she took Jacen’s relentless pounding.  By her third anal climax in ten minutes, Ann was unaware of anything but the delicious pressure of the big cock driving into her ass again and again and again. “Ahhh!”  She was barely aware of Jacen’s shout, and only belatedly felt the heat of his release, deep in her center.  He let go of her waist, and Ann collapsed fully onto the coffee table, her ass waving above, impaled on Jacen’s cock.  He pulled out when he was finished, and the housewife gave no thought to the way he dragged his glans down through her slack labia, teasing her clit before seating his cock fully in her cunt once again.

“Yeah, Billy,” he chuckled, spanking Ann’s ass again and pulling out, “I think this little slut is ours… isn’t that right, Ann?”  Ann nodded, then managed to verbalize her response due to her unconscious training.

“Yes, daddy,” she panted, “I’m your slut.”  Eyes closed, she focused on the fading pleasure echoing in her body, giggling after a minute or two.

“What’s funny, slut?” Jacen’s voice was behind her; he had sat back down on the couch.

“I’m going to have to shower again,” Ann mumbled.  Before she could really consider getting up again, though, Billy stepped behind her.  Without pretense he brought his cock up, first slapping the heavy head against her clit, which made Ann gasp in surprise, even as her other lover pulled the tip up through her drooling labia, seating himself in her cunt once, twice… and the moving up to easily fill her ass. “I don’t… Oh my God,” Ann’s hands scrabbled uselessly over the top of the table.  She had meant to get him to stop, but her body welcomed Billy’s thrust, and in seconds she was moaning, welcoming his almost violent ass fucking.


She was barely aware of what was happening within a few minutes, but the others knew exactly what they were doing.  As one pumped steadily into their new toy, the other was getting cleaned up and prepped to go again by Hillary.  By the time Billy finished, painting Ann’s back with his load, Jacen was ready again.  He set a slower relentless pace, spanking Ann’s ass every minute or so, demanding the lost wife fuck back at him or tell him how good it felt.  Ann responded automatically.  Her body was on autopilot.

Hillary nearly had Billy ready again when Jacen finished, pulling out of Ann’s stretched ass and plugging into her drooling cunt for his climax.   He took his turn, laughing as he finished getting hard while fucking into Ann’s ass.  He also signaled to Jacen that he was going to need a break after his next nut, and the big cop nodded his agreement, even as he patted the red head while she gobbled at his big cock.

        The men could go longer having cum repeatedly, and it was more than thirty minutes before the smaller man caught Ann’s hips, hammering into her ass violently the final strokes before finishing up inside of her again.  He spanked her ass as he stepped away, letting Jacen take another turn.  Ann groaned, more than moaned when the cop’s enormous cock pushed easily balls deep in her ass.  She had stopped fucking back shortly after Billy had started the last time, but her body had spasmed in climax at least twice as he had fucked her.  He smiled—at least she was still conscious.
       
        Billy flopped onto the couch, watching the action and after changing the channel, the local college football game.  Hillary was curled up on the couch beside him, but her attention was fully on the rutting couple.  Ann’s body glistened with sweat and cum.  Her hair was as wet as it had been when she stepped into the room fresh out of the shower.  From Hillary’s position, she could see that the married stripper’s eyes were open, but she seemed zoned out.  She almost felt sorry for the stupid cunt.  Pressing her hand against her aroused seam, she remembered the way Ann had willingly licked at her the night before.  The money she was making to help the men was great… and it was easier than if she had to do all the fucking herself.  But she was also looking forward to having Ann to enjoy herself, as well.
       
        Jacen had been going at it so long Hillary had gotten distracted and nearly missed his signal—the big cop was getting close to his nut.  Standing, the lithe red headed stripper pulled the strap-on out of her bag.  Before donning the harness, she tucked a bottle of lube under her arm, then carefully attached her surprise for Ann.  The wife had passed out she had cum so hard on Hillary’s ‘brute’ dildo the night before, the red head was looking forward to how the wife would react to her other friend.  She glanced longingly at the coiled two foot ‘two for one’ silicone cock she would one day use in both their cunts at once, then stepped to the side, ready to take her turn.
       
        Jacen abruptly pulled out of Ann’s ass.  The barely conscious housewife relaxed, glad he was spent.  She wondered though, having not felt him… The ribbons of his cum painted her ass, spurting into her loose asshole as he finished just outside of her slack pucker.  He moved aside, and she looked toward the couch, relieved to see that Billy was still seated, watching the television.  Worried he would be watching the tape of her taking the men the night before, and of what that would mean for his arousal, she glanced at the television and wondered when they had turned the game on.  The graphic in the corner indicated it was the fourth quarter, and there were less than four minutes left.  She blinked… it was usually getting close to time to go to work when the first game of the day was ending.
       
        A wet ‘squelch’ distracted the spent housewife a moment before an almost cold liquid landed on her ass, oozing down between her loose inner labia.  Puzzled, she started to lift her head, trying to look behind her.
       
        “My turn, slut!”  Hillary’s voice was timed to match the moment her double headed dildo pushed into Ann’s open ass and cunt.
       
        “Oh!”  Ann had started up onto her hands after spending more than an hour groveling on the coffee table as the men fucked her.  The movement pushed her hips back, helping the red headed stripper’s thrust, burying the eight inch anal dildo and the ten inch rubber cock in the wife’s cunt.  Ann gasped, arching her back at the big dildo invading her cunt, which put more pressure on the phallus distending her ass.  She froze, unable to escape Hillary’s thrusts.  The stripper moaned theatrically as she found her rhythm.
       
        “Yeah, Ann,” she purred, “Doesn’t that feel perfect?  Take my cocks, slut.  Fuck back against me, push the base against my clit.”  Ann obeyed, to Hillary’s surprise.  She shook her head, amazed that the woman was still aroused enough to be putting out.  And quickly it became difficult for her to focus, because the knob at the base of the strap on did press against her clit at the bottom of each stroke and whenever Ann pushed back.  “God you’re sexy!” she managed, struggling to keep her pace, “Getting me off… when I’m… supposed to be… getting you off…”  She enjoyed a climax, then, whining in her release, and picking up the pace, hungry to cum again.
       
        “Oh my God… Oh my God… Oh my God,” Ann was panting, her body twitching as well.
       
        “Yeah, slut,” Hillary reached down, tweaking Ann’s swollen clit, “How’s that feel when I fuck your cunt and ass together?”
       
        “G-good,” Ann managed, “Oh God, it’s amazing… But I can’t… so tired…”
       
        “Oh, you’ll be tired,” Hillary snorted, “If a slut isn’t tired she isn’t doing her job.”  She ran her nails along Ann’s ass, almost hard enough to leave a mark.  Ann twitched and moaned.
       
        “Careful,” she panted, “Can’t leave marks… Can’t let Tom find out.”
       
        “That you’re a slut?” Hillary taunted, “That you’re a slut for black cock?  That you get off on my double strap on better than you ever came with him?”  Ann nodded, beyond really thinking.
       
        “Yesss,” she groaned, “I’m a slut for black cock… I’m a slut for your strap on… God that’s good… Cumming!”  Hillary smiled triumphantly, having begun to climax as well.  She considered leaving the dildos in the writhing housewife, but that was not the plan.  Pulling out, she collapsed onto the couch beside Jacen.
       
        “Damn, that’s a grade A slut,” she panted.  Jacen nodded.
       
        “Yep, and she’s all mine, so treat me right and I’ll let you play with her,” he answered.  Ann heard them, but she could not catch her breath to argue.  And she blushed at how ridiculous it was that she had wanted to say ‘I’m not your slut… I’m Tom’s wife.’  She had never been splayed over a table or bed at home like she was… had never spent so long fucking the man she loved.
       
        “Shit,” Billy grumbled from the other side of the couch, “We lost.”  Ann glanced at the television, to see that the game had changed.  She blinked, distantly concerned that they were late.
       
        “What time is it?” she asked, gingerly bringing her knees back together, and testing whether she had the strength and coordination to lift up off of the table.
       
        “Dunno,” Jacen lied, reaching for his phone, “Damn, you are an insatiable slut… It’s 3:15.”  Ann sat up.
       
        “No!”  She looked at the others who seemed unaware of what the problem was, “We’ll be late to work!”  Hillary laughed.
       
        “I’m late all the time,” she shrugged, “It just means I get an extra chance at pulling tips.”  She caught hold of the dildo, waving it suggestively, “And I was hoping you’d use this on me.”  Ann felt her stomach muscles clench… arousal at the thought.  She fought it down, struggling to her feet.  A heavy flow of the men’s jism immediately began to ooze down her inner thighs, forcing her to cup her crotch, worried again about staining Jacen’s carpet.  She hurried toward the hall.
       
        “Another time,” she said, realizing after the fact that she meant it… the thought of giving Hillary the same powerful orgasms she had just enjoyed was exciting, “I have to clean up.  We have to leave.”  She did not bother waiting, hissing at the cold water as she turned it on standing in the stall.  She set about cleaning up.  She could not believe that she had been fucking non-stop for more than two hours.  She was a slut.
       
        She began to panic when she started to dry off a few minutes later… Her labia hung loose, the delicate inner lips visible below her puffy outer labia… Pushing at them was useless.  And her ass…  Her asshole was still open.  She rushed into the hall.
       
        “What did I do?” she dropped the towel, gesturing at her bare sex, “They aren’t… It’s different.  Everyone will notice… Tom will know!”
       
        “Relax,” Hillary rolled her eyes.  The red head was dressed and seemed ready to leave.  Both men  looked ready, as well. “It will go back, it just takes some time when you’ve been as… long winded as you were.” Ann turned, bending over as if mooning the others.
       
        “But my ass… Oh my God, Tom will know… He’s never fucked my ass before.”
       
        “It’ll get tight again,” the other stripper seemed put out, “You’ve never done the walk of shame?”
       
        “Just…” Just the night she and Jacen had fucked in the club, Ann started to admit.  She shook her head, instead.
       
        “Relax,” Hillary demanded, “It hasn’t been ten minutes since you had a cock.  It will be fine.”  She tossed a skirt Ann had never seen and a matching halter top at the married stripper, “Now get dressed, we have to get there or we will definitely be dancing the first set.” Ann pulled the mini skirt on, then hurried to tie the halter in place… The top was too small, but she did not see a choice.  Hillary pointed to Ann’s heels, which were by her bag.
       
        “I look like a whore in this,” Ann complained as she strapped her heels on.  The men laughed.
       
        “No, you’re our slut,” Jacen corrected, “You didn’t cost a thing last night.”
       
        “Or today,” Billy agreed.
       
        “You know what I mean,” Ann rolled her eyes, “What will your neighbors think?”  Jacen laughed.
       
        “The men will be jealous.  Who cares what their bitches think.”  He scooped up Ann’s bag and keys, “C’mon, we need to go.” The big cop led the way, arming the alarm system with a fob on his keys after Billy pulled the door closed behind Ann.  Hillary stayed ahead of Ann, surprising the married stripper by climbing into the front passenger seat as Jacen went around the front of the car for the driver’s door.”
       
        “Slide in,” Billy said, and Ann reluctantly did, climbing into the back before the smaller black man and scooting across the back seat.  “Damn,” he whistled, smiling at her as he closed the door and Jacen started the car, “That was quite the show.”  Ann blushed.  Jacen pulled away from the curb.
       
        “Ten minutes from the club,” he told the rest, “We should be there in time.”
       
        “Drive slow,” Billy corrected him, “I think our little slut wants some more.”
       
        “What?” Ann was shocked.  “I don’t think I could fuck you again even if we were back inside.”
       
        “Bullshit,” Billy snorted, opening his fly and fishing out a semi-erect cock, “I’ll prove it.  Now get me hard.”  Ann blinked in surprise, shocked at the idea of sucking Billy’s cock in the car in broad daylight.  But she saw that he was serious, and belatedly realized she was already leaning forward to obey.  A moment later, the wife was bobbing her head, sucking strongly, letting Billy’s cockhead push into her throat.  He did not wait long, before pulling her off of his ready tool.  A strand of saliva tied his foreskin to her lower lip.
       
        “That’s a good slut,” he praised, “Now climb on.”
       
        “Oh my God, I can’t” Ann looked through the car’s windows, “Someone will see.”
       
        “Shit,” Billy snorted, “They’re gonna see more than that when you’re strutting around on stage,” he pointed out, “Tell me you aren’t hot.”  Ann blushed… she had been fingering her loose holes as she sucked his cock.  “Now, Get. On,”  He demanded.  Ann moved across the small back seat, straddling Billy’s muscular thighs.  She braced on the seat behind his shoulders and brought her bare sex down, wondering if this was why Hillary had given her a miniskirt.  She groaned at the resistance on the first stroke, feeling like the first time Jacen had taken her the week before.  She bit her lip, moving up and down slightly, feeling her sex become fully wet as she took more of him.  Within a minute she sank fully onto his cock, unable to stop herself from fucking against this almost stranger.
       
        The motion of the car, the bumps and irregularities in the road seemed to be transmitted through his shaft into her sex.  Unbidden, she began to rise and fall.  He held her ass, letting her ride him for a couple minutes.  Even as arousal spurred her movement, Ann tried not to move above her waist, her eyes scanning the windows, amazed no one they passed seemed to be aware of what was happening.
       
        “Oh yeah, she’s a prime pole dancer,” Billy laughed, even as he brought a thumb down to press against Ann’s clit.  The wife and stripper arched her back, cumming instantly.  She humped against him harder, wanting the pleasure to continue.  “Whoa, now, little slut,” he warned, “Can’t have you dripping jizz on stage, can we?”  Shocked at the thought, Ann paused almost fully off of his cock, “Here,” Billy lifted her free with one hand, catching his shaft with the other, then letting her down, the hooded tip easily pushing into her ass, “Let’s try this hole for a minute or two.”  Ann had already resumed humping against him, never considering she would still be leaking his cum if he finished inside of her.
       
        As the surroundings became more familiar—they were nearing the club—Ann was so hot riding Billy’s cock she was groping her breasts through the thin top, no longer caring if anyone saw.  She never even heard the appreciative honks or considered the ‘follow me to Club ElLe’s bumper sticker on her RAV.  She was focused only on her pleasure… on the certainty that she was going to cum again…
       
“Ahhh!” a stroke before she began to cum she felt Billy cut loose inside of her.  She leaned back, pressed fully against his shaft as they came together, one turn before Jacen was signaling to pull into the lot.

“Oh my God,” Ann gasped, half falling into the other foot well in her effort to disengage from Billy’s cock, she pressed a hand against her crotch, “I’m going to be leaking all over the stage.”

“Shit,” Billy laughed, “If it isn’t leaking it’ll still be so wide every dude in the place will know you’ve been taking it in the ass.”  Ann’s eyes went wide at the thought.

“Here,” Hillary rummaged in her bag for a moment, “Use this butt plug.”  She handed back a rubber cone that was thicker than the men’s cock at its base above a sort of stem, Ann noticed.  Ann looked at it dubiously, then at the other stripper.  Hillary rolled her eyes, “We’re almost late,” she warned, “If we have to dance…”  She shrugged, “Look at the bottom.”  Ann turned the plug over, the bottom of the stem was a prism.  “They’ll notice you’ve got a toy, but won’t ever consider you were taking big black cock in the parking lot,” the red head taunted.  Biting her lip, Ann managed to seat the plug with a momentary discomfort. She had to hurry because the others were opening the car doors and getting out.  Checking the halter top and pulling the miniskirt down, Ann hurried to keep up, trying to ignore the persistent pressure inside of her as she moved.  Hillary paused, giggling as the uncomfortable wife reached the door, “Hon, you walk like that, they’ll think you still have a black cock in your ass.”

“I do, you bitch,” Ann answered, which made Hillary laugh.  Ann smiled, glad that her friend had been ready to help, “Now let’s get to the meeting so we aren’t last.”

Hillary looped her arm through Ann’s and the women strutted through the back hallways to the conference room.  Ann’s shoulders sagged seeing Les was talking at the front of the room and Darcy sneered at the women from her seat facing the door.

“That bitch,” Ann growled, and took Hillary’s snort as agreement.  A step before they were at the conference room though, Hillary paused, looking back.

“Was that Jacen?” she asked Ann.  Without thinking about it, Ann stopped, turning to look back down the hall.  And laughing quietly, Hillary stepped into the conference room.

“Well, I’m glad you two decided to join us finally,” Les deadpanned, “Ann?” he ignored the housewife’s anger at having been duped, “Would you care to join us?” She nodded jerkily, frustrated anew to realize Hillary had taken the last seat.  Ann was forced to lean against the wall closer to the front of the room than she wanted. She mouthed ‘bitch’ at Hillary, who laughed and stuck her tongue out, then pointed toward Les.

The warning was well considered; more than once Ann had seen the club owner call out a dancer who was not paying attention.  More than once the last girl into the meeting was spared the first dance by another dancer who was not paying attention.  Ann stifled a yawn, trying to decide what she would wear and what songs she would dance to for her extra set, all while feigning attention.

“… Are you trying to earn two sets in a row to start the night, Ann?” Les’ pointed question caught Ann off guard.

“No?” she managed, hating how meek she sounded.

“Well,” he offered a cold smile, “I guess I’ll give you some slack, considering you clearly are suffering the effects of a walk of shame tonight…”  Ann gasped, looking around as the other women paid more attention to her.  She blushed, shocked at being called out, and never considering that the clothes she was wearing were not really the same in which she had left the club the night before.  She tried to ignore the giggles and whispered comments, pointedly listening as Les mentioned the VIP’s he was expecting and giving a run down of the bachelor and that night bachelorette parties that were going to be on hand.


Too soon, Ann found herself behind the heavy velvet curtain.  She had rushed out of the meeting to get into a costume, scribbling her name where Les indicated on a form he had insisted he had for each of the girls, launching into an explanation he pointedly had warned them was ‘optional.’ Her stomach growled, and she tried to remember if she had eaten since having the doughnut before noon.  To make matters worse, her body was complaining, aches and pains at how vigorously she had been fucked had not been fully masked by three Advil.  And because she was worried that everyone would know for sure what had happened if they got a glimpse of her gaping ass, the butt plug remained in place;  the hapless wife never considered that she was no longer walking as if the probe was filling her ass, having gotten used to the sensation.

She had handed her CD to Deon using the pass through in the curtain, and willed herself to stay focused and ignore the aches and pains, just to get through the set.  The music ran down and there was weak applause as Deon’s voice announced the first set of the night, ‘everyone’s favorite housewife, Ann!’

        Ann did not remember the DJ ever making a big deal about that… she had never pretended she was single, and wore her ring on stage, but having her marriage called out like that felt like a gimmick.  Her music began and Ann strutted through the curtains.  There were only a handful of men at the rail, guys who were inevitably pushed farther back by better tipping customers early in the night, even if they were ‘regulars.’  She was pleased when a few more patrons moved up to sit at the stage’s edge, then stopped worrying about them and focused on her routine.
       
        When there were only a few bills offered by the last verse of the first song, Ann stopped between the poles, offered a scolding finger wag around the stage, and resumed dancing without removing her top.  Les always emphasized that his customers were supposed to enjoy themselves, but he had more than once added that if they were being cheap ‘his girls’ could tease more and please less.
       
        The tactic worked, and Ann relented, removing her top early in the second song.  She tried to tap into the arousal she had felt the night before, looking through the club, but Jacen was no where to be found.  And by the end of the second song, she was angry that there was no energy from the handful of men actually watching her.  She opted not to remove her panties, even through the majority of the third song, to the obvious and increasing displeasure of Les’ guests.  When she let her gaze turn to the owner, though, he was lounging, obviously watching her, but without any hint he was angry.
       
        “C’mon, men,” Deon did his part, “If you want to see the goods, you have to earn them, right girls?”  The dancers circulating in the room shouted in agreement wherever they were, raising a fist in solidarity that would have amused any Black Panthers in attendance.  “Of course…” he paused, the change in tone catching Ann’s attention as she finished twirling on the back pole, prepared to collect the meager cash lining the stage, “If our girls get too proud…”  He pressed a button and the music changed, a heavy hip hop beat and a growling voice.  Ann stopped, staring at Deon in puzzlement.
       
        She squealed at the touch of a crop on her bare shoulder.  She looked at where the stinging leather had landed, seeing a mark.   Spinning, eyes ablaze in her anger, she was shocked to see Darcy decked out in some gothic or demon outfit, leather hip boots, a leather bustier with pointed studs over the low cups, latex gloves that reached above her elbows, and an airman style two point cap positioned appropriately askew.
       
        Ann gasped as the last licked out again, smacking her left breast just above the areola.
       
        “On your knees, slut!”  Darcy’s voice echoed over the music… She was wearing a mic?  “Your insolence has earned a punishment.”  Ann stomped her foot in answer, but when the crop landed at the edge of her right areola and no one seemed interested in intervening, she quickly obeyed.  “That’s better,” Darcy cackled, twirling the crop as the men at the stage cheered, “Now crawl around this hallowed stage, and thank the men who were kind enough to watch you dance.”  Ann stared up at Darcy, and shivered at the anger in the other woman’s eyes.  She was enjoying humiliating Ann.  Telling herself she was going to have to go around anyway to collect her tips, Ann began, smiling at the men along the rail as she passed, seeing that their eyes were fixed on her free swaying breasts.  Men were such pigs, she thought sourly, the thought interrupted by another stinging blow of the crop on her ass.
       
        “Thank them, slut,” she gritted her teeth and paused, then offered a saccharine smile to each man as she passed, thanking them for being there.  ‘Halfway,’ she thought as she hit the end of the stage, ‘you can make it.’  The crop touched her shoulder—not a strike… a stroke—and Ann froze.  “What a good slut,” Darcy chortled, “Shall we show them why you’re out here?  What a stripper walk of shame is like?”  Before Ann could respond, the other stripped caught hold of her panties.  It took more effort than when Jacen ruined her bra, but the bottoms were designed to be easily lost, and came away baring Ann’s ass… and the gaudy end of the butt plug for the men along the side of the stage she had just traversed.  Her face burned as Ann heard the conversation in the club quiet, more and more people seeing that she had something in her ass.
       
        She glared back at Darcy, who looked honestly surprised, and then almost embarrassed but only for an instant before she landed a blow on the end of the plug, making Ann gasp as she resumed her crawl.  She hated that everyone in the club was going to get a look by the time she made it back to the curtain.  The fact that new bills had landed on the stage where she had just been did not matter.  She moved faster and faster as the curtain approached, and then she was through, ignoring the applause and the calls for an ‘encore’ from the suddenly interested crowd.  Ann sat naked on the cold concrete, touching the still sore spots where Darcy had hit her, tears streaking her face at the humiliation she had just experienced.  She barely noticed it was not Darcy’s turn… the busty red head had come out for some reason as part of her set.
       
        “I’m sorry, Ann,” she was beside the married stripper, then, “It was supposed to be a gag… I didn’t… I mean, wow… That actually got a rise out of the guys on the first set.”  She tried to help Ann up.
       
        “Get away from me, you bitch!” Ann growled, then added, “Who suggested that?”  If Hillary had put her up to it…
       
        “Les asked if I wanted to get you for edging me out last night,” she kept trying to get Ann up, “I’m serious, Ann, I am so sorry…”  She gave up then, “I… I’ll let you do it to me the next time I’m late, deal?”  Ann shrugged.  She had not really considered playing at being a dominatrix, but Darcy was not the sort, either.  Ann had the impression the girl had flunked out of school and was trying to convince herself this was just a temporary job while she saved enough to go back to community college.
       
        Darcy gave up or more likely had to go get ready for her own set.  Ann stayed in the dark corridor until she thought her tears had dried.  If Les said a word she would quit then and there.  She looked for Hillary, meaning to thank the other red headed stripper, because sitting off stage, she had realized that if Darcy had ripped her bottoms off and Hillary’s plug had not been in place she would still have attracted some attention.
       
        Any consideration of removing the big plug was dashed by the time Ann had wasted feeling sorry for herself.  She dressed to work the floor and went out, not really conscious of the fact that she was looking for Jacen, wondering what the big bouncer thought about how she had been treated.  She was surprised to see him sitting beside Les, talking and laughing.  He saw her looking and waved, not a ‘come hither’ but a recognition of her attention that he in turn called to Les’ attention as well.  Suddenly embarrassed at her behavior, Ann began to thread her way through the tables away from the owner and bouncer.
       
        Of course, her little show meant she was popular, and that during each lap dance she had to caution her ‘guest’ at least once not to touch.  When they would ask what that was, she would smile, wink, and answer that it had gotten their attention, so it had done its job.
       
        She paused at the bar, asking for a spiked coffee, and went on working, trying hard not to feel like she should apologize to Darcy as well as she was doing in the wake of the red head’s little game.  She did not consider that it left her almost no time to rest, and that she was scrambling to get ready for her first scheduled set, and had no time to remove the sex toy and clean up.
       
        The men along the edge of the stage obviously had at least heard that she had a ‘surprise’ for them, and their ‘encouragement’ was better than average, if not as much as she had enjoyed the night before.  Ann rewarded those who were paying for it with close up views of the plastic gem calling attention to her ass.  She found herself considering removing it as the finale, but aware of what it would reveal, she settled for a deep straight legged bow in each direction, assuring that even those at the back of the room caught a glimpse before she sauntered off the stage, swinging her hips suggestively.
       
        She went straight to the bathroom, removing the heavy plug with some difficulty, and then spent several minutes trying to clean up before she returned to the dressing room, being careful not to call attention to herself.  She chose boy shorts rather than the bikinis and thongs she favored, downed her second spiked coffee, and went back out to the floor.
       
A glance at Les’ table, and Ann stopped, surprised that Jacen was still there, and that Billy was with him.  She shuddered, wondering if the men were telling Les how they had spent the night before.  It was a horrible thought, even as the sight of the men triggered a warmth that could have easily become arousal if she had not forced her attention to the busier crowd watching the stripper working the stage and considering enjoying something more up close and personal.

She did five lap dances without pause, then was called into the privates to entertain for thirty minutes.  When the balding skinny older man who had paid for her time opened his pants, she smiled, thanking him for the ‘offer’ but explained that she did not do that, and asked if he wanted her to see if there was someone who might be more interested in ‘partying’ with him.  The man shrugged, tucked his meager erection away, and told her ‘it never hurt to try.’  Walking back to get ready for her next set after the private, Ann wondered at the man’s words.  Considering what she had ‘tried’ in the week before… and again the night prior, she was not sure she could agree.

The end of her shift was a grind, and Ann lost count of the dances she did or how she performed on stage.  She did watch Hillary, and was amazed at how energetic the other stripper was; they had both spent the last night and day fucking like bunnies, after all.  She choked down a third spiked coffee, determined to follow the other stripper’s advantage.

At the cashier’s cage after close, Tom winked at Sharon, giving her the totals.

“Not your best night, but not bad.  And your extra dance was the top earner for Les’ bad girls in, I think, forever.”  Ann chose to be pleased at that, regardless of what had precipitated it.  Somehow it had been a twelve hundred dollar night, even though she had been on autopilot for much of it.  She took half, hoping the windfall would help to convince Tom she should keep dancing.  She hoped to find Jacen to get her to her car safely, considering how much money she was carrying, and maybe because as tired as she was, she knew the big bouncer would be able to pleasure her a final time before she went home, but he was nowhere to be found.

She passed Les, who had left his customary place on the floor.  The owner smiled, eyeing her up and down as he did all of the dancers, and complimented her on how much she was getting the crowd into her sets.

“Are you sure you won’t keep working?” he asked in the end.  Ann shrugged.

“I have to convince Tom,” she paused, “But I think I’ll be able to keep dancing.”  Les smiled broadly, and squeezed her shoulder

“I knew if you just had time to think about it, you’d stay.”  Ann shrugged, unsure what to say.  Les made it easy, waving at another of the girls and moving toward the dressing room, leaving Ann looking in vain for the big bouncer.

She pulled up short approaching her car, because Tom was leaning against the right front fender.

“Damn you’re sexy,” he shook his head, eyeing her up and down like he was one of the men in the club.

“You saw?” Ann was embarrassed to ask the question.  He had come now and then, and she teased him that it was just to see what the other girls looked like.  He would smile and shrug, then point out that he did not need to, that the hottest stripper in Les’ ‘stable’ was his.  But he had not been since starting the new job.  “I’m sorry, baby,” she usually put on a special show for him,  “I didn’t see you.  You should’ve been up on the rail.”  Tom snorted.

“Naw, you had enough admirers throwing money at you.”  He pushed off of the RAV, “But no one’s had what it takes to buy you away from me…”

“Cut it out,” Ann said angrily, in part because she wondered if he somehow knew how accurate he was.  “This is fun, it pays well—I made twelve hundred dollars tonight—but I love you.”  Tom beamed.

“I know.  But I missed you last night, so I decided to come watch.”  Ann made a mental note to have the staff warn her if Tom was there.  “What was that little toy you had tonight?”  Ann forced a laugh.

“Hillary told me it would get me more tips, and she was right,” she hoped she could find what she was about to describe to him, “It’s a piece of tubing with a plastic bauble on it to mimic a butt plug.”  She winced, “Hillary actually suggested dancing with a butt plug,” she shuddered theatrically, “I cannot imagine having anything like that in my ass.”  Ann bit her lip, because of the unbidden memory of Billy and Jacen hammering into her bottom.  Arousal threatened to prove the lie in her words.  “I’m beat, though,” she leaned close, pecking Tom on the lips, “If you want to have your way with me we had better get home.”  He nodded, hugging her close for a moment.  Ann glanced around, “Where is your car?”

“I had Aaron drop me off,” Ann thought Aaron was one of Tom’s co-workers.  She felt a vague unease about that.  “Did you tell him why?”

“Yep,” Tom paused long enough to let Ann start to get upset, “I told him you had been helping a friend last night and I wanted to see some bare tits.”  She hit him in the shoulder.

“You knew what I meant.”  Ann rolled her eyes, hit him again, “That was mean.”

“OK,” Tom held up his hands in surrender, “I give up.  Tell you what,” he added, “How about I drive?”  Ann handed him the keys, never thinking about it as he released the locks.  She climbed in as he went around the back of the little SUV, sniffing at the memory of what had happened in the car just a few hours before.  She could not detect anything.  Tom climbed in, though, and laughed.

“Shit, is Hillary a Bigfoot?”  Ann’s eyes went wide as she realized why Tom was asking.  Jacen had readjusted the seat.  She leaned across, hitting the button on the door that was Tom’s setting, relieved that the side mirrors automatically adjusted.

“No, silly,” she rolled her eyes, “But I was hung over, so when I got here I adjusted the seat to take a nap.”  She giggled, “And then I had overslept, so I changed in the front seat trying to avoid being the first set.”

“Did you make it?”  Tom knew about Les’ rule, but had obviously missed Ann’s first dance.  She wondered when he had arrived.

“No,” she said sourly, “And the nap did not do any good either… I felt like I was asleep on my feet during that last dance.”  Tom readjusted the rear view mirror. “I know,” she shrugged, “I hit it with my bag rushing to get out of the car.”  Luckily he knew she had done that before, so she dodged a real oops in the club’s parking lot that night. She watched him as her husband got her car started and pulled out onto the street.  She smiled, reaching out to run a manicured nail from his ear down his neck.  “You don’t have to go to work tomorrow, do you?” she asked in a pout.  He smiled.

“Nope, I’m off all day, so we can,” he waggled his eyebrows, “Get reacquainted.”  Ann giggled and nodded. She looked out the windshield, as Tom deftly turned onto the on ramp.

“Good, I need some real sex,” she smiled, relieved her husband was not suspicious.  She felt guilty about what she had done… and about lying to him, but she was also sure that she would let either of the men have her the next time either wanted.  She shivered at the certainty of that knowledge, and wondered how long she could hide her double life.


“Babe?”  Ann, groaned, batting at the hand shaking her shoulder.  “C’mon, babe… We’re home.”  Ann blinked awake.  She froze for a moment, terrified she had said ‘Jacen’ or ‘Billy’ or maybe just ‘black cock’ with her husband shaking her.  Because she had been dreaming about being deliciously screwed by one.  She concentrated, trying to remember the dream—which of the men had it been?  She was not sure.  She nodded at Tom’s continued insistence, leaning to her right and letting her husband guide her out of the car, and then into the house.  She let her purse and bag fall onto the table as Tom guided her through their kitchen, the living room, and down the hall to their bedroom.  She sighed when he guided her onto the cool white cotton sheets

“No touching,” she scolded when Tom began to strip off her panties.  He snorted, amused at her response, and pleased that if the guys at the club got out of line she must stop them.  He went to retrieve one of the over sized T shirts Ann often used as pajamas, pausing as he came back, to drink in her beauty.  Ann was amazing.  He smiled proudly, not surprised that his wife had made good money even when she was too tired to be dancing her best.  He ignored the pressing need of his erection, gently getting his sleeping wife into the shirt and under the covers.  She snored quietly, and Tom reluctantly accepted that sex would have to wait until morning.

Or at least sex with his wife.  He arranged the pillows on his side of the bed, then fired up his laptop, intent on finding an image or four he could use in taking care of himself.


***
Tom slept in, and was initially relieved when he did wake to find Ann was still sleeping, as it left him time to police up the used tissues he had left on the nightstand after masturbating.  He considered waking his wife then and there, but decided instead to go start breakfast… lunch, really—it was after 1PM—knowing that when he started the coffee she would wake up.


Ann’s husband was grumpy by the time that he had finished his English muffin, ham, and egg sandwich.  The coffee had failed to bring his wife.  He appreciated she had helped a friend, and he knew she had been exhausted at the end of her shift, but 2PM?  He could not remember the last time she had slept in so late.

He flopped into his desk chair, considered spanking it again, but held off… His beautiful wife was home with him.  He held off… well, mostly. He surfed the usual sites, FreeOnes, Luciano’s, and some Tumblr pages he had bookmarked. Finally he heard the shower start.  He considered joining Ann; shortly after their marriage they had frequently done so, and she had always seemed especially excited at having sex under the pounding spray, although he had found himself distracted by the concern of slipping, and the confines of their small stall made it awkward, too.  More often they had enjoyed after shower sex.  Ann seemed more interested in sex during the day, he had long before noticed.  And that was fine with him, since it made seeing her easier.  He had not been a virgin when they met, to be sure, but no woman had come close to his wife’s beauty or sexuality.  Smiling at how lucky he was, he adjusted his semi-erect cock, selecting another page of nude photos while he listened for the shower to shut off.


Ann had used the noise of the shower as a distraction at first, carefully checking her body.  She was relieved that there were no hickies.  Sure, there were some bruises, but she had gotten worse from banging against the pole.  Relieved that there was no ‘tell’ that would betray her, Ann climbed into the shower, thoroughly washing, trying to convince herself she could maintain her new lives.  Because trying to pretend she was not going to let Jacen or Billy fuck her again had made her so hot, even as she was screening her body after what they had done in the days before that there was no pretending otherwise.  She was so hot, that the initial use of the handheld shower to wash any remaining fluids out of her sex had led to the lithe young housewife masturbating with the massage setting.

The need taken care of, Ann shut the water off, stepped out, and dried off.  She left the robe she once would have automatically donned hanging on the back of the door and stepped into the bedroom, meaning to get dressed.  Tom was sitting on her side of the bed, eyeing the door… and her, expectantly.

“Good morning, baby,” Ann giggled, “Thanks for letting me sleep in.”

“My pleasure,” Tom paused, his eyes roaming his wife’s gorgeous body, “Or should I say, now it can be my pleasure…”

“You’re awful,” Ann rolled her eyes, but she approached her husband and the bed, relieved that he was not asking any questions, pleased that he was clearly horny because of her, and excited at the knowledge they would soon be having sex.

The first kiss, gentle, and prolonged, became passionate, Ann moaning into her husband’s mouth as his experienced fingers teased her neatly trimmed sex, and then slipped inside of her.

“Mmm, wet,” Tom murmured, when the kiss stopped.

“Mm-hm,” Ann shivered, “You make me that way.”  She pressed herself against his probing fingers as her own hands fell to Tom’s crotch, teasing his erection through his jeans before she began to eagerly open his fly.

“Wait!” Tom gasped when she tried to extract him, “I’ll take them off.”  He chuckled, then, amused at how eager his wife was to have him.  Rid of his jeans, Tom quickly moved up between Ann’s splayed thighs.  Her hands pulled him close, and he wasted no time with unnecessary foreplay, thrusting into his wife’s sex.

“Oh!” Ann’s moan spurred him on.  Tom began to thrust at her hungrily, the delayed need of the last two nights spurring him on.  Ann humped against him, panting with arousal, knees flexing wide, hips rising to meet his thrusts.  “Wait!” she gasped after another minute, “Roll over.  I want to be on top.”  More often they started with her riding him, transitioning to missionary, but Tom was not about to argue; he could more easily enjoy her perfect breasts when she was on top, and he knew that the momentary respite in changing positions would help to prolong their lovemaking.

Ann caught hold of his erection, guiding him to her heated seam, and sighed loudly as she settled onto him fully.  She leaned forward, offering her breasts, which he began to lick and suck, struggling not to lose control as she drove herself against him fiercely. She paused after another few seconds, shimmying her hips.

“Nice,” he grunted through clenched teeth, “That’s new.”  Ann’s back stiffened, but she did not slow her movements as she shook her head.

“No it isn’t,” she argued, then stopped abruptly, lifting off of him.  “Wait, I want to roll over.”  Tom shifted to the side as his wife moved onto all fours, wiggling her ass invitingly.  He caught her hips, tilting his own to bring the head of his swollen cock to her open, waiting inner labia.  He sank into her fully, delighted at the moan it triggered, and moving his hands to her waist, he began to fuck into her again.

“Wait,” Ann gasped, “I’m too close… to the… headboard.”  She pushed against him, but kept the pressure, trying to move back.  Smiling, Tom pulled out, shifting backwards as well.  Ann was still moving her legs back when he thrust forward again, into her tight pussy.  “Oh!”  He reversed the stroke, aware that it had felt different.  Ann collapsed forward, her body trembling visibly. “That…”  she shook her head, “That was my ass.”  Tom blinked, shocked, even though he could not argue… it certainly explained why it had been different.

“I’m sorry,” he answered reflexively, “I didn’t mean to…”   Ann nodded her head.

“I know… I… You…”  Her hands balled in the sheets, “I don’t really want you to put it back in my pussy now…”  Tom nodded, rolling to lie on his back beside his wife.  He was embarrassed that it had happened, even though he knew he had not been trying to fuck her ass, something they had never tried before.  She was still rigid beside him after a couple minutes.

“Really, Ann,” he paused, “I’m so sorry.”  She nodded.  Frustrated, he tried some humor, “That wasn’t as tight as I expected…” he was not sure if he was suggesting they continue with anal sex, certain she was not going to agree to that.  He ran a tentative hand over Ann’s firm ass, unaware that his wife had been struggling not to urge him to fuck her ass harder,

“If I knew it was coming you can bet it would’ve been tighter,” she lied, still suppressing her body’s response.  And trying to deny that as he had speared into her ass had been the first time she had felt actually stimulated by him.  Hidden by her hair and the pillow, Ann bit her lip, wondering if she had been completely ruined by the weekend’s activities.

His frustration palpable, Tom got up and went into the bathroom.  The shower went on in a minute, and Ann knew that her husband would take care of himself while he was cleaning up.  Still face down, she reached between her legs and began to frig her aroused clit, letting her mind wander through the memories of what Jacen and Billy had done to her in the past days, and enjoying a satisfying orgasm, even if it paled in comparison to the real pleasure they had given her.


The day passed uneventfully.  They went out for brunch, did some shopping, and bought groceries for the week.  Tom made no attempt at sex when they went to bed, and he was off to work before Ann was up on Monday morning.

The housewife spent the rest of Monday morning aimlessly moving through the house, finishing laundry and dishes before showering, taking care of herself in the same way he husband had a few hours before.  It was a nice orgasm, but still she found herself wanting what she had experienced during the weekend, and with a hunger that scared her.  While walking through the mall with Tom the day before, she had repeatedly found herself eyeing one black man or another, wondering if they could do what Jacen and Billy had done.

She considered calling the club to volunteer for an extra shift, but did not, sure Jacen would be too busy to do anything.  Reluctantly, Ann took the remaining Plan B pill that afternoon, and then went to the local pharmacy and refilled her birth control prescription.  She trimmed the foil wheel, hiding it in the same mint tin, and set her phone to beep each day at 10 AM, well after Tom would be at work.

She hoped Tom would initiate sex Monday night, but her husband was obviously tired when he got home from work.  Instead of making dinner together, he went into the den and suggested ordering pizza.  They ate, and then he went back to do more work, finally announcing that ‘he was beat’ and going to bed after the 10 o’clock news.  Ann lay beside him, fingering her incessantly wet sex, trying not to count the number of times she had stopped to think about sex that day.  She spooned against Tom’s back, bemusedly wondering if this was how the teenaged boys she had denied in high school had felt after getting shut out on a date.


Tuesday her beeping phone woke Ann, and it was a long minute before she remembered why she had set the alarm.  Tom was gone, and the housewife got up, retrieved her purse, and took her first dose, hoping the relative flood of hormones she had ingested in the past week did not cause problems, and trying to remember when she could stop worrying about it having resumed the contraception.  She dug out her phone, and found answers ranging from a week to two months.  Frustrated, the housewife cleared her history and set about cleaning house.

Though less intrusive and demanding compared to what she had felt in the days after she had first fucked Jacen, there was still an almost constant low level of arousal; the odd mental image of a muscular shoulder, or the friction of a hip moving against her inner thigh would interrupt bill paying or dusting or merely watching television.  As she began to eat the sandwich she made for lunch, the memory of the twists and the morning sex in Jacen’s living room left her almost panting.  And instead of using that arousal to jump on her husband the moment he was home, Ann had to go in to work, so she would not see Tom until the next morning, when he would be sound asleep.

She delayed her shower Tuesday until closer to time to leave, carefully shaving, and then grabbing her dance bag and heading out.  Mixed emotions and the baseline arousal distracted her drive to work, and three separate times other drivers honked at her for stupid things; she veered out of her lane, started to intentionally change lanes without checking her blind spot, and sat waiting at a light that had long since turned green.

Though excited at the prospect of seeing the sexy bouncer, Ann remembered she had to wait at least a week to keep from having to take another Plan B.  And because she was confident the big cop would not take her in the parking lot or the club, she knew seeing him was only going to be a tease.  She laughed at herself, comparing what she was feeling to what the men she danced for must go through, and wondering why anyone would ever go to a strip club at all.

The crowd was average, which for Tuesday meant not busy.  The girls used the sets to try new music and dance moves, and enjoyed more down time in the back.  Maybe it was in her mind, Ann admitted, but she did not get as much time backstage, several customers asking for her specifically.  Her experiences in the private booths had

Left her more than a little gun shy, but the men—and she entertained five separate times—were polite and well behaved.  And despite the customers keeping her busy, she had convinced herself there might be time to entice the bouncer into scratching her itch, provided he would wear a condom, of course, but he was nowhere to be found.

Jacen was not around when Ann arrived at work on Wednesday, either.  Les mentioned that he had heard she was reconsidering his offer, and she reluctantly agreed, even though she had not yet discussed it with Tom.  Smiling, Les asked how she was going to spend her Thursday night, since she would not be working.  Ann shrugged, admitting she was not sure, but adding she and Tom would figure something out.

‘Something’ turned out to be dinner at a bistro Ann loved and an intimate soak in the couple’s Jacuzzi tub.  Tom took her there in the tub, and with the flickering light of the candles, the steady pulsation of the water jets, and the inner glow of most a bottle of wine, Ann still found herself merely going through the motions.  It barely felt like sex.  She made the right noises, pushed back at Tom’s thrusts, and welcomed his load, telling herself if she did get pregnant at least it would definitely be his.  But even that thought caused anxiety, as she wondered if Jacen and Billy would want her when she was a fat, pregnant cow.

She stayed in the frothing water when Tom got out, managing a faint climax that left the increasingly horny wife briefly mostly satisfied.  And the frustrations were repeated when next the couple made love, in the wee hours after Ann’s late shift—and another busy shift—Saturday night.  After missing the big bouncer during her Friday shift, Ann had found him working the door on her arrival, and had paused, smiling and asking where he had been.  Eyeing her up and down, Jacen had winked, asking if she had missed him so much, which had made her blush, beating a hasty retreat lest the others see.  She had mostly convinced herself Hilary would keep what they had done to herself, unable to imagine the other stripper would want it known she had spent the weekend having sex with not one but two black men.

Her private and table dances had slowed until they were no more frequent than the other dancers, she guessed as the memory of her performance the weekend before faded.  But aroused at being so close to the big bouncer, Ann put on a steamy first set, and found herself in demand once again.  And the demand only grew when Jacen appeared at the back of the room, watching Ann’s second set.  She had hoped the suggestive movements and come hither glances would entice him to suggest they do something after her shift, and he was clearly enjoying the show Ann put on.  In fact, she was so hot that she nearly got off while dancing, the excitement and arousal definitely greater than what she had experienced in the Jacuzzi with Tom.  When she stepped behind the curtain, the lithe wife and stripper paused in the darkened hall, pressing a hand against her buzzing sex, and tried to decide whether it was just Jacen or the way she got total strangers excited that was such a turn on.

The set meant she was in greater demand, and she had to not to subtly remind three consecutive customers not to touch, declining a fourth outright request for oral sex before she managed to finish working the floor and head back to get ready for the next set.  She had finished dressing and was sitting turned away from the mirror, watching some of the other girls, when a warm breath touched her neck.  She started, turning to find Jacen had silently come into the room behind her.  As she turned, he stood, and she found her face was at the level of his crotch.  Her body reacted instantly, and it was a struggle not to reach out to touch him.

“Don’t tease me like that,” she scolded, “The others will see.” She did not add that she wondered if she could maintain her self control, the sudden mental image of the big bouncer taking her from behind as she leaned over the dressing table, the other strippers cheering them on leaving her even more aroused and distracted.

“That was the best set of the night so far,” he answered, leering at her, “Think you can top it?”  Ann licked her lips, letting her eyelids flutter suggestively.  She would have sworn his cock was shifting in his pants when she looked at him again.  She smiled, glad she could trigger responses like he did in her.

“You’ll just have to watch to find out,” she challenged, barely managing not to ask him to take her home after work. He raised a skeptical brow, and Ann pushed out of her seat and strutted past him, the heat she felt as she brushed past his muscled arm a physical force.  She threw herself into her set, stripping more rapidly than usual, hitting the pole harder, and frigging her dripping sex openly before working the front pole, spinning up higher than her own height, to the delight of the crowd.  Jacen had found a place to watch before the first song ended, and she grew even more bold and teasing through the rest of her set, but when she turned back after the end of the third song, she was surprised to find he was not there.  Biting her lip, she wondered if he would be waiting in the back, and hurried through the curtain, barely pausing to let the next stripper grope and kiss her to transfer some of the magic she had worked into the next set before she let the curtain hide her.

She waited, but Jacen was not there. Or at her station in the back.  She reluctantly put on a bikini, aware that she was still completely wet, and prepared to entertain the customers.  At the side door where the girls went out to work the floor, she found Dean, another of the club’s bouncers.

“Jacen around?” she asked, almost non-chalantly.  There were already customers waving to get her attention.

“Naw, his shift ended,” the brutish younger bouncer shook his head, “He’s gone by now.”  Ann nodded, touching the bouncer’s thick bicep, as she moved onto the floor, her smile automatically in place.  She noted there was no spark like there had been with Jacen.  It was not a real surprise; one of the other dancers had commented that when Dean was watching it felt… icky.

Ann had little time to think of much, working tables and four straight privates before she had a break.  When she realized Hilary was gone, too, she had a moment of intense jealousy, imagining the sexy red head enjoying Jacen’s attention.  By the time the club closed, she had made more than a thousand dollars, but she had also realized that the new schedule would make finding time to be with Jacen after work difficult.  She was not about to ask Les to go back to the prior schedule, though.

It meant she was still more than a little horny when she arrived home, and because Tom was not going to have to work the next day, she woke her husband, even though it was nearly 3AM when she arrived.  Though bleary, he was quick to respond.  Too quick, it turned out, as he was finished, and rolling over to go to sleep before Ann was even beginning to get going.  She lay beside her husband aroused and frustrated… horny.


The situation had only worsened by her next shift.  She had not seen Jacen or Billy except in her dreams and imagination, and had not even had the crowd to tease to spur her release for three days.  The once occasionally intrusive thoughts about sex had become nearly constant.  When her phone chirped at 10AM Wednesday, she took her eighth pill, telling herself that at least the delay meant she would not have to demand the big bouncer use a condom.  And because Tom was working the next morning, if she could convince Jacen to stick around or come back, she could enjoy some time with him.

She never stopped to consider that he had been there after close the first night.  Or that his absence had been intentional, in order to leave her sexually frustrated.  Arriving 10 minutes late, Ann was more frustrated that Jacen was not out front—again—than she was knowing she would have to dance the extra set.

She was shocked coming out of a spin on the pole in that first set to find the big bouncer lounging in his usual space on the wall, watching her.  What was becoming a conditioned response—her immediate and profound arousal—left her entire body humming, and what had been a by the numbers routine was transformed, the barely attentive handful of men along the rail blossoming to a cheering elbow to elbow throng by the end of the third song.

Panting, too hot to think straight, Ann ground against Darcy the show kiss becoming passionate and further enflaming the excited guests.  A strong hand finally interrupted the women, catching Ann’s neck and pulling her through the curtains, leaving a panting, surprised Darcy standing before the heavy velvet drape, lost for a moment, her first song already into the chorus.  Ann found herself standing naked before Jacen, the big bouncer shaking his head as he looked down at her in the dimly lit hall.

“Damn, girl, you gonna start a riot or get arrested.  Ain’t supposed to be nude on stage…”

“How do you like it?” Ann asked in response, undulating against the big bouncer, “God I need to feel you inside me.”  Chuckling, Jacen brought his hand down, palm against the bare skin of Ann’s stomach.  He applied pressure while shifting from her navel to her mons.  She moaned, pressing herself against him, hungry for his fingers to push inside…  Instead, he circled her rigid clit once, and again, before swatting her bare ass with his free hand.

“Can’t right now, girl,” he winked, “Though it might be worth getting fired at that… But I have work to do, and so do you.”  He spun her toward the dressing room, but keeping his hand pressed against her mons.  He teased her clit once again, and then caught the front of her hip, pressing himself against her ass.  She could feel his erection, and found herself hoping he would take her there from behind, not caring that she was looking into the dressing room.  His free hand spanked her hip once more, “Now get goin’ ‘fore Les gets angry with us.”  And then he was gone.

Ann was barely aware of what she donned to work the floor.  She blinked as her appearance led to shouting and waving throughout the room.  She was surprised at the number of people in the room, considering it was early on a Wednesday.  She realized it was going to be a busy shift, and waved a thumbs up to Greg, the alternate bartender, indicating she wanted alcohol in her drinks.  She was still so hot she told herself she was going to need it to take the edge off.

There was not time to do more; Ann did table dance after table dance until Kathleen prevented the next, promising Ann would ‘visit their table first’ after her next set, an agreement that seemed to especially please the acne scarred Guido wannabe who had been trying grope Ann while she was just standing there.  The crowd had definitely been handsy, and while a small voice in Ann’s head had taunted that they could get her off, Ann had dutifully interrupted their attempts.  It did not mean they did not get a feel—by definition they had before she would stop them.  It only meant that her arousal was maintained, even by the clumsy efforts, with no real release.

She did her next set in a totally black PVC and latex outfit, a dominatrix, which matched her dark mood.  Stalking the stage, her intended austerity broke down quickly when she saw Jacen take up his favorite viewing position.  As she ground herself, stark naked, against the front most pole in the last chorus of the third song, the entire set a jumbled memory of motion and heat, she imagined having the big bouncer come up on stage, taking her in front of the crowd.  The thought and the friction of the brass were enough that the climaxed there in front of the crowd, leaving a puddle at the base of the pole.

        She did not bother picking up the bills or her scattered clothes, eyeing the crowd haughtily, then slinking to the back of the stage.  Darcy was more prepared, and winked, whispering, ‘You’re gonna help me set a record for tips tonight,’ before the women were kissing and groping one another.  Darcy’s body moved to the beat of her first number, and after a long kiss, during which she both pinched Ann’s nipples and fingered her dripping seam, the other dancer spanked Ann’s ass and spun away to the pole.  Biting her lower lip, Ann watched from the back of the stage for a moment, then slipped back, aware that she was going to be busy on the floor once again.  She was disappointed Jacen was not waiting, but that did nothing to ease the need she was feeling.
       
        Her second tour the men were more aggressive, one managing to get his finger inside of her before she caught his wrist, twisting it painfully and getting the attention of the nearest bouncer.  Dean caught hold of the man’s shoulder, and the way the man’s skin paled under his greasy toupee it obviously hurt.
       
        “She’s done at this table,” Dean informed the group, who protested but recognized it was their friend who had fucked up, and laid into him more aggressively than the bouncer had.  As Ann moved away from the table with Dean, the bouncer pointed toward the privates, “That was perfect timing, anyway,” he told her, “You keep dancing like that, you won’t get any rest.”  He smiled, “Not that I’m suggesting you stop.”  Ann slapped his muscled bicep, the feeling under her fingers reminding her of Jacen’s thick arms.  For a moment, the persistently aroused housewife found herself imagining Dean standing on the stage as she rode his erect cock to the cheers of the crowd.
       
        She shook her head, alarmed that it was not just Jacen or Billy in her waking fantasies, but relative strangers—men with whom she would never have considered having sex.
       
        “So if you’re working the floor, does that mean Jacen is covering the privates?” Ann told herself she sounded only curious, rather than clingy.
       
        “Nope,” Dean moved to his left, opening a path for Ann to get to the hall where the private booths sat, “He had to work the graveyard shift, cut out right after your set.”  The bouncer snorted, “I think he’s got a crush on you, the way he always comes in to watch you dance,”  Ann’s eyes fluttered half closed, her arousal so keen she nearly moaned at hearing that.  Dean seemed unaware, “He gonna get in trouble with the boss if he keeps letting work slide.  Now get over there, I think Greg said number four.  But there’s a whole list waiting their turn.”
       
        “So who’s watching out for us over there?”  Ann hated how exposed and vulnerable she felt, heading in to do a private and knowing Jacen was not there.  She pretended not to recognize that part of her anxiety was knowing she was not going to get off with the big bouncer after work.
       
        “Don’t worry, Ann, Mitch will be keeping an eye on things.  And I’m never far away, either.”  Ann offered a weak smile of thanks.  If Dean sometimes seemed to be watching she and the other girls a little too closely, Mitch Webster ALWAYS ogled the dancers, often seeming unaware there was anyone else around.  Anxiety grew within her, rubbing elbows with arousal.
       
        To Ann’s relief the men in the privates were polite… almost too polite; by the third guest, Ann was rubbing against her admirer with the specific goal of getting off, and if they got off, so much the better.  Even when she managed a small orgasm during her fifth consecutive private, her need did not ebb.  Glancing at the hidden aisle where the bouncers could access the private rooms, she remembered Jacen appearing, remembered the delicious way he had felt slipping inside of her while she danced.  The obese bald man beneath her was panting and groaned abruptly, pushing feebly at the sexy dancer, interrupting her reverie and any chance at another quick climax.
       
        Wild eyed, the married dancer gave her admirer a wink and a peck on the cheek, then struggled not to seem impatient as the man put himself together.  The dark wet spot in his trousers was unmistakable, and becoming more pronounced.
       
        “There’s a bathroom just to the left, hon,” Ann told him when he thanked her, fumbling out an additional twenty that he tucked into her bra, somehow managing the maneuver while seeming painfully shy.  As with the others, she assumed she was returning to the main floor, but as with each of the past four guests, Mitch held up a hand, touching her shoulder… almost her breast, she noticed, aware that he was being too forward.
       
        “You’ve got another,” the bouncer leered at her, “Must’ve been quite the set, to have them this hot and bothered.”  Ann shrugged, secretly pleased the pig had not seen her dance.  “This one’s a special.”  He winked as he said it, and Ann reared back, wondering if that meant the guest was going to expect more than a dance.
       
        “Hey, Ann,” she relaxed as Rick, a rare coin and antiquity dealer who was one of her regulars peeked around the much larger bouncer, “Miss me?”  Ann caught the man’s tie—he was always dressed impeccably when he came to the club—and pulled him back down the dimly lit hall.
       
        “It’s what had me so hot and bothered up on stage, Hon,” she purred, then looked back at Mitch, who was watching her ass.  The bouncer was unconcerned about being caught, and held up five fingers, the same suite Ann had just been using.
       
        It was a good song that Rick chose, an old Rock and Roll beat, and she immediately began to undulate and sway, keeping in contact with the older man.  He was always polite and complimentary, and he always seemed sad.
       
        “When are you going to tell me your story, Sweetie?” Ann asked, pressing her chest against his, then leaning back to strip her top off.  Rick shrugged, but offered no answer.  Careful not to hurt him, Ann reversed position on his lap, which allowed her to press her ass and sex against him more directly.  He was hard, she could tell, estimating he was about Tom’s size.  She glanced down at his wedding ring, a little surprised as was true each time that such a man would be in the club; she knew many wives would consider what was happening cheating.
       
        “I… You are so beautiful,” he interrupted himself.  Ann reared back, pressing her entire body against his, shimmying her hips against him.
       
        “Thank you, Hon, but that isn’t an answer,” she applied more pressure against his erection, felt his breath catch behind her, “Wouldn’t you get in trouble if your family caught you here?”  She felt him pull back.  He was still hard, but he was distant… Was he angry?  She looked back.  Rick’s face was ashen.  “Oh, baby!” Ann half turned, raising a hand to his cheek, “I’m sorry.  It’s OK, you don’t have to say anything.  I’m glad you’re here, let’s just focus on that.”  Rick managed a jerky nod, his hand rising to catch hers where she was touching him.  Ann never considered that it was breaking the rules.
       
        “It’s OK,” Rick answered, his voice cracking, “It’s just… I’ve been alone for a very long time.”  Ann felt horrible… he was a widow or a spurned divorcee.  “I can’t… I can’t start again, but you know…” he shrugged, “Sometimes the touch of a woman is…  you know.”  Ann nodded, wondering if he chose her because of her own wedding band, which she never removed, even at work.  Did he think she was a kindred spirit?  She found the beat of the song again, moving against him and turned back, afraid to let him see her face.
       
        “Yes,” she managed, “And I’m flattered you think of me when you want that intimacy.”  The knowledge put a keen edge on her still present need, and she was moving against the older man with more urgency.  He was still holding her hand, and she reached back, catching the other, pulling them up to her bare breasts without thinking about what she was doing, “We all need that sort of touch sometimes.”  His fingers were warm, not rough like Jacen’s, and shorter than Tom’s.  She blinked, realizing she should not have done that, even as Rick’s fingers began to gently squeeze her breasts.  His fingers and thumbs circled her nipples, applying an exquisite pressure.  Moaning, Ann let her head drop back onto Rick’s shoulder as she went on humping herself against him.
       
        “Ahhhh!” she felt him twitch beneath her, and went still, letting him continue to play with her breasts as he finished, just ahead of the song.  When he let go and she looked back, there were tears in his eyes.
       
        “Thank you, Ann,” he smiled, moving as if to hug her, then stopping abruptly, clearly worried about crossing a line.  The married stripper leaned forward, hugging her regular, no thought of the rules or Tom or Jacen and Billy.
       
        “Oh, you’re welcome, sweetie,” she smiled at him, “I’m so glad I can help you when you need it.  You know I’m here for you.”  He nodded, eyes staying with hers rather than roaming to her bare breasts as most men in the club seemed incapable of controlling.  “We’d better get you out to clean up,” she said, “I’m sorry I made such a mess for you.”  Rick laughed.
       
        “Oh, don’t ever apologize for that,” he patted her shoulder as Ann leaned back, “I know I’m just a client, but when you’re dancing for me it feels like you’re really dancing for me.”
       
        “Oh, I am, Hon, I am,” Ann assured him, holding his hand as he struggled out of the cushioned seat and let her lead him toward the curtained door.  He stopped her before she could open that.
       
        “I have a little gift for you,” he seemed suddenly as shy as the last man.
       
        “You don’t have to do anything, Rick, I like dancing for you,” Ann answered honestly.  The older man pulled his hand out of his pants, holding it palm down toward her.  Puzzled, Ann held her hand out.  What he left in her hand was a coin in a plastic case.
       
        “It’s a liberty dollar,” he told her, “They’re fairly rare, and they’re definitely worth more than a dollar.  I want you to have it, the woman on it… Lady Liberty?  She reminds me of you.”
       
        “Why thank you,” Ann was nearly speechless, “I… It’s amazing.”
       
        “I’m serious,” Rick escaped to his professional patter, “Don’t use that to pay a parking meter.”
       
“I promise, I won’t,” she clutched it to her chest, belatedly realizing she was still topless, “It’s priceless.”

“No, it’s not that rare,” the older man shook his head, making Ann laugh again.

“It’s priceless to me,” she scolded him, “Because you gave it to me.”  It was Rick’s turn to blush.  He watched as Ann put her top on, and then she led him by the hand back to where Mitch was watching whoever was on stage.  Ann hugged Rick, not caring that other patrons could see and would expect the same.  She gave him a peck on the cheek, and then looked to Mitch as the lonely man headed for the bathroom.  “Anything else?” she challenged Mitch, who was studiously eyeing her cleavage.

“Did he take care of you?” the bouncer teased, adjusting himself, “Cause if he didn’t, I’ve got a break coming up…”  Ann rolled her eyes and the bouncer laughed, “There are already guys asking for you back here, but you’re done for now… better get your fine ass in back, I think you’re on in a couple.”  Surprised, since they usually got more time to get ready, Ann hurried backstage, angry at herself because as awful as Mitch was, his words had been a pointed reminder to the married stripper that she was still really hot.

She changed, warning herself not to lose it like she kept doing on stage, and pointedly not thinking about Jacen.  Her routine was solid, and the guys were cheering and tipping generously, but Ann knew it lacked the spark she had demonstrated in her prior set.  She was not just going through the motions, and she was persistently aroused, but the raw sexuality was absent.

Ann expected it would mean fewer dances—hoped for a break, in fact.  She was wrong.  In fact, she went straight from the changing room to the privates, and did not get a break until Mitch poked his head in, leering as she swayed topless over a young man who had repeatedly tried to grope her, and seemed ready to try again even with the bouncer standing in the doorway.

“I ain’t done, yet,” the would-be tough warned, “I’m gonna pay for another.”

“That’s fine, but it’s gonna wait until after she dances again.” Mitch did not move.  Ann found herself swaying more suggestively.  Though she knew it was cruel, she wanted to tease the bouncer.  And she really did not want to put up with Mr. Hands for another dance.  Beneath her, the customer gripped the arms of the lounge more tightly.  Ann smiled broadly, reveling in the power she had over not just one, but two men.  As Mitch’s cock tented his jeans, the man beneath her filled his with his load, and in perfect timing, the song rant out seconds later.  Ann climbed up, her breasts almost touching Mitch’s chest she was so close.

“Thanks, sugar,” she batted her eyes at the embarrassed young man, “So you’ll be waiting when I’m done.”

“Uhm… no, I think I’m gonna get a drink,” he lied, almost jumping up, brushing past Ann without ever considering that was his chance to cop a feel, as he faced away from she and Mitch, sidling out of the crowded booth.

“That wasn’t too much for me, you note,” Mitch made no attempt to hide his arousal.

“You didn’t see the whole thing,” Ann pointed out, specifically not pointing out that she had not been touching the bouncer… she knew how he would answer that challenge.

“Don’t know if Les will like your shorting him.”

“How am I shorting Les?”  Ann put a hand on her hip, aware that she was naked from the waist up, and that Mitch seemed unable to meet her eyes as they argued.

“That guy was gonna pay for another dance.”

“I think there are enough other guys,” she countered, “And I bet he gets more out there… has to if he has buddies.”  Mitch knew she was right.  “Do you have a drink for me?”  The bouncer shook his head, then spoke into the microphone almost hidden under his collar.  He got an answer from the small bud tucked into one ear.

“It may beat you to your station.”  Ann beamed, patting him on the shoulder as she passed, still topless.

“Thanks, Mitch, you’re not so bad after all.”

        Buoyed by her experience with the last customer and Mitch, Ann’s set was inspired.  She worked the pole, climbing to more than her height, then twisting and spinning.  As had become her habit, she stripped quickly, and the guys near the stage cheered when her excitement was proven by the smear of honey she left on the brass while easing lower until her back and shoulders were on the glossy black stage, her ankles crossed, behind the pole, high above her head. Holding her top over her breasts, as the law demanded, she went around the edge of the stage at the end of the last song, collecting the bills that had been tossed, and trading bills held out by the men standing shoulder to shoulder for pecks on the cheek.
       
        As she expected, there were men lined up to enjoy her private dances, and for most of an hour Ann worked one room, and then the other before there was a lull.  She strode onto the main floor, her appearance prompting shouts as four separate tables called for her attention.  As she entertained the various groups, Ann had to admit that working the privates was easier--  she had only one set of hands to worry about at any given time.  It was easier to get drinks, though.  One of the waitresses spelled her out shortly before her next set, telling her she had a phone call.
       
        “Tom?” Ann smiled as she sat down at her station, reaching for the waiting drink.
       
        “Now when does little dick hubby call you at work?”  Ann flushed, looking around as if the other girls could hear.
       
        “Stop it,” she hissed, “He does call.  And he’s my husband—I love him.”
       
        “That’s fine, my slut, so long as you remember that cunt is mine.”  Ann’s blush deepened, the drunken memory of telling him that out on the stage the first night they had fucked came to mind.  And with the memory her arousal, already building at hearing his voice, spiked dangerously.  “… thinking about how sexy you look dancing for me up on that stage,” he had continued talking.
       
        “Who says I’m dancing for you?” Ann countered.  Jacen laughed.
       
        “If you danced like that for hubby he’d blow in his pants and you’d still have to come to me for relief.”  Ann could not think of a retort; what Jacen was saying was too close to the truth.
       
        “So you were thinking of me,” she purred, realizing what he had been saying, “You’re working but you’re thinking of me?”  Jacen could have told her he had just gotten done interrupting three working girls who had not slipped into a doorway soon enough as the cruiser turned the corner.  And in truth their peek a boo clothes and ready to put out attitudes had reminded him of Ann and Hilary. But he knew better, even if it had been a favorable comparison, considering both dancers actually enjoyed having sex.  He suspected the women had had just left with a warning to be more careful and banking ‘IOU’s’ in the bargain would have only been acting.  And acting badly, but maybe the guys who availed themselves to such women did not notice.  More likely, they simply did not care.  Such nuance and reality, though, would have made the pretty wife he had ensnared angry. And she was close, but he suspected she could still bolt… at least until Les showed her what he had.
       
        “Are you kidding?” he answered, “After that show you put on?  I nearly climbed up on the stage to fuck you right there.”
       
        “I imagined that happening,” Ann’s voice was husky.
       
        “Damn, girl,” Jacen winked at his partner, “Quit talking like that. You’ve got me so hard I won’t be able to drive… And you know I mean it.”  He was comfortable with the fact that he was an unrepentant opportunist.  He would continue to enjoy using the sexy wife even if they had to show her Les’ video to make it happen, but having her wanting it… and wanting it so badly she would willingly do what they wanted…  “Pretend I’m up there next set… Imagine I’m there, slipping it into you… making you cum.”
       
        “I… Oh, God… Will you be back later?”
       
        “Dunno,” he lied, “If it’s slow maybe we can quit early.  I’ll try, so keep it hot for me.”  He had motioned to his partner, who hit the squelch on the cruiser’s radio.  Static filled the car.  “I’ve got a call, so I have to go.  But it’s been too long, sexy slut, I’m gonna have to get another taste of that fine pussy.”  He disconnected, smiling that Ann had not thought to ask if his partner could hear what was being said.  She was smart though; that would occur to her sometime later, maybe after she was home in bed with her poor husband.
       
        He bumped fists with his partner.  Ann knew him, though she would have been shocked to see that they knew each other.  Or that the other man was also a cop.  The first time she had met officer Pollack had been when he was posing as the club patron wanting her to have sex in the private room.
       
        “So she’s worth all of this…” Sam waved his hands in exasperation, “Production?”  Jacen laughed.
       
        “You don’t think part of the fun of the hunt is stalking your prey?”  Sam snorted.
       
        “You’ve already shot her, Pardner, remember?  I just want my turn.”  Jacen shrugged, not arguing about that.  He knew he had… advantages that his partner did not.  It was why Sam was the ‘perv’ pushing dancers into Jacen’s arms.  It had worked too often to count, and sometimes he did not get a chance at a taste of his own.  That would seem like perfect wingman behavior, except he was quick to mention that was why Les paid him more than Jacen.  And the black cop and bouncer would roll his eyes and remind his swarthy average dicked partner that he got paid for taking care of the club’s extensive surveillance set up, whereas he was part of the cast.  It always helped to shut his often overbearing partner up if they were standing, so he could ‘adjust’ himself for added emphasis.
       
        Jacen smiled, remembering the last such exchange, shortly after they had turned Hilary out, that first night when she had spread her legs and allowed a man to fuck her just a few weeks before she had considered a chauvinist pig.  When he had tried to taunt Sam about having a small dick, the son of a Jewish army ranger and an Egyptian nurse had shrugged, “I still got off, so what’s to complain after?” in a perfectly stereotypical accent, and then adding, “You did all the work.”  So maybe Sam did not shut up, even then.
       
“Soon enough, my friend, soon enough.”  He was not about to admit that it really was different with Ann; the woman was a firecracker, and threw herself into sex more than any woman he could remember.  The thought of having to share that with Les and his clientele… Jacen smiled, confident they would not enjoy that same totality of Her.  And he would.  He put the car in drive, waving at the prostitutes, who were watching the cruiser warily, knowing things were always subject to change.  “We left her so hot she may just play with herself on stage for this set.”

“Shit, if that’s the case drive over and drop me off,” Sam made a show of smoothing his heavy mustache, “I’ll be happy to help her with clean up.”  Jacen rolled his eyes.  But he did make a mental note to have his friend cut a copy of her dances the next time they were at the club.  A call really did come in, then, and the unit rolled to back up other officers responding to a domestic.


Ann was so hot she thought she would soak through her thong before she got on stage.  She kept moving behind the curtain, aware that she wanted to play with herself.  Images of the big cop thrusting into her kept filling her head.  She wondered if she had time to slip into the women’s bathroom to masturbate before…

“Get up, gentlemen, and let’s hear it for a Club Elle favorite… Ann!”  The men began to cheer.  Ann was spurred ahead, spinning on the other side of the curtain, and catching Paula as the bottle blonde headed off.  The other stripper squealed, which the men ringing the stage loved.  Ann straddled the taller woman’s thigh, shivering at how wonderful the pressure against her aroused sex felt.  She kissed Paula’s neck, then pulled her head down kissing her hungrily on the lips.  The buzz in her ears at the similarity to kissing Hilary nearly drowned out the howls of the crowd.  It totally blocked whatever Deon said in introduction.

She realized her music was already playing and spun away from Paula, the taller stripper visibly sagging, because Ann’s fingers had been working her pussy through her thong.  She watched as Ann strutted to the front of the stage, stripping her top off along the way.  She caught the front pole, swinging wide, then again tight, curling her calf around it and using her knee to spin again while letting her head fall back, hair cascading wildly, hands covering her breasts.  She bent her straight leg, slipping to the floor, hands extending, reaching back, gracefully easing her transition to the floor, her sex pressed tight against the brass.

Eyes closed, she humped her thong covered sex against the pole, ass coming off of the glossy black floor.  ‘Damn, but your pussy is wet Ann…’ She bridged up, leaving just her shoulders and feet on the floor, ‘And it’s giving off so much heat, too.’  She shimmied her hips, holding her position, hand flat against the stage.  ‘Why don’t you let me put just the head inside.’  She moaned as her hips settled suggestively down the pole.  The moment her ass touched the stage, she cinched her heels tight against her ass, crossed to lever against the pole as she sat up, wrapping her arms around it, trapping it between her breasts. ‘Damn, Ann, your tight white pussy is gripping me like a vise.’  Her body vibrated as she caught hold of the pole above her head, lifting and lowering her body enough that the men could see the others across the way beneath her tight ass.  She kept at it, head dropping back, ‘You can do it girl, work that pussy up and down.’

Close to having an orgasm, Ann did a backwards somersault, leaving her crouched, her barely covered ass hovering inches over the men at the end of the stage,  She prowled the edge, ignoring the hands that caressed her calf and hip, and even two who managed to slip high enough to cup her breast. At the back of the stage, she stood, strutting around the opposite way, haughtily gazing down at the men, and absently pinching the nipple nearest the crowd.  She resumed dancing, working the poles, while she continued to remember that first night. ‘You’ll get it, just keep working those hips… Yeah, like that,’ She spun away from the back pole, leaping gracefully to the front and doing a straight arm spin around it before pirouetting and coming to a stop, feet planted hips turned, hands on her waist staring aggressively beyond the men at the stage’s edge into the cheering crowd.

‘Now try working that pussy a little.’ Ann caught the thong, pulling it tight, the crotch disappearing between her engorged outer lips, inner labia peeking out on one side as she gyrated her pelvis suggestively, holding her off hand over her head like a belly dancer and turning in a circle.  ‘Wanna move someplace more comfortable?’  Eyes flickering closed theatrically, but not without real arousal, Ann yanked, the Velcro tabs giving way and leaving her bare save for her heels.  She spun twice on the front pole, pulling close, increasing her speed, and using it to launch herself to the back pole in a single high kicking leap, and then preserved that speed, turning on it twice before she released, spinning to the ground on her back, coming to rest with he feet pointed almost toward Deon’s booth. She lay squarely between the poles, hands spread wide, knees up, heels against her ass, covering her wet seam.

‘Go ahead, put it in, baby,’ she tilted her head back, straightening her left leg, foot pointed high above her pelvis, and then remembering that night, she bent that knee, letting her legs fall open, a hand running down between her breasts, over her flat stomach, pressing down on her engorged clit, before catching Jacen’s imaginary cock in her hand, bringing him into her once more. Ass pumping as if she was being fucked, back arched, Ann lifted her legs, spreading them wide, heedless of the crowd wishing she was facing the other way.  ‘Gonna bust a nut in this sweet pussy.’  Remembering her climax, Ann let her feet fall to the stage, knees wide.

The last song was playing when Ann rolled up, kneeling so that her glistening sex was plain to the men who had missed the earlier display as she pantomimed cleaning Jacen’s cock afterwards.  She let her head come to rest on the cool stage, smiling at the delicious memory that there had been more.  He had taken her doggie style… Had filled her ass.  She rose, sinews tight as she managed the movement without her hands or the poles.  She did the splits, rolled onto her shoulder and scissored her legs in the splits in both directions, turning them ninety degrees and repeating the move, and then curled her lower leg, bracing one hand on her other knee, effectively hiding her bare sex, while her other arm covered her bare breasts.  As the final chorus began, she rose, staggering unsteadily toward each edge of the stage, and then wiping sweat off of her brow, and smiling languidly, she ambled off of the stage, waving a hand dismissively from the level of her hips, looking for all the world like a just fucked woman.

Ann collapsed into her seat, smiling her thanks at the theatrical clapping offered by a couple of the other women.  She was pleased they had liked the impromptu show.  Jacen’s words had triggered it; when she reached the stage she could only remember his words, ‘Pretend I’m there,’ and then the words she had heard that first night, when he had demonstrated that her pussy was his.  Pressing a hand against her sex, Ann wished she had actually climaxed on stage like she had that night.  Instead, she was so hot she could barely think straight.  She knew she needed to do something about it, but there was no time.

“Damn, girl,” Lynn poked her head into the dressing room, “You’re making the rest of us look like librarians.”  The Asian managed to be willowy, and knew how to use her exotic charms to stay busy.  Ann’s eyes grew big.

“I’m sorry,” she started, “I didn’t mean to, it just… it sort of got out of hand…”  She was not about to admit what she had been fantasizing about.

“I’m just kidding,” Lynn Lee’s smile was dazzling, Ann admitted, aware that she wanted to kiss the other woman, “That was… wow.  I could almost feel you being fucked.”  Ann blushed, because she had almost been able to feel it, too.  “Anyway, good set.  You’ve got them lining up for you, and that’s a good thing.”  Ann smiled her thanks, then hurriedly got into her modesty bra and boyfriend shorts.  She wished the other dancer a good set, then went out to see how busy it was.

Busy did not begin to describe it.  There were so many interested in a private dance that Ann worked through her next dance set.  And she was barely aware of that, in part because there was no time to look at the clock, and in part because the constant close contact kept her arousal from waning.  And there was no time to pee, much less play with herself.  She barely kept from asking Mitch if Jacen had come back, and wished she had checked her phone before she went out to work the floor.

The men she was servicing, exclusively in the privates, seemed more timid than usual.  She had expected them to be more aggressive, but most simply lay back, watching in some amazement as she gyrated on them.  She took perverse pride in the fact that most also came before they had finished one or two songs.

Ann tried to use the cranvodkas to blunt the edge of her need for an hour without real success.  Afraid she would wind up wasted and one of her admirers would take advantage of her, she cut back. When she finally thought to ask Mitch if it was getting close to her next set, the bouncer snorted, shaking his head.

“Ann, your set was more than thirty minutes ago.

“What? Les will be pissed…”

“Les told us to let it ride,” Mitch held up a hand, keeping Ann from bolting onto the main floor to apologize.  “So many people want privates he said you’re making more money and he’s making more money having you dance back here.”  The way Mitch said ‘dance’ made Ann skin crawl; she was sure he knew some of the girls were doing more.  She scolded herself, though, remembering Jacen’s explanation, and it was hard to argue, since the bouncers were there to protect the dancers, whereas a pimp… Ann shook her head, aware that the only pimps she had ever seen were on television.  She smiled, remembering that on television the talking heads insisted that women  who worked in strip clubs and the sex industry had universally been abused as children. Mitch misread the head shake.  “He’s right, Ann.  At the rate you’re turning guys through back here you’ll clear a lot more than picking ones out of your thong.”  Ann shrugged, not correcting his misconception.

“Can I take a break?”  Mitch checked his iPad.

“Well, I can’t stop you, but every three to four minutes you’re gone will cost you thirty dollars.”  Ann rolled her eyes.  She almost told him ‘money was not everything’ but guessed he would have some snarky response.

“I’ll be right back.”  She did not wait for him, threading her way through the crowd, smiling and accepting the many patrons' compliments and praise.  She grabbed her cell from her purse and ran into the bathroom.  Her bladder had been complaining for several dances.  Plus, she hoped there was a message, and not from her husband. There was: ‘Les said your set rocked.  Sounds like I was there with you.’

There were two emojis Ann did not recognize.  But she remembered there was a translate program. Clicking it, she blinked as an eggplant and a peach appeared.  She frowned, even as she thought to herself, ‘that looks like a big cock and an ass…’  And then she laughed, aware that was exactly what Jacen had in mind.

Her phone chimed as she bent to set it back in her bag; it was Jacen again: ‘Are you hot?  I’m still trying to get there to enjoy you if you are.’

She sent a kiss emoji, then after a moment, sent only ‘yes’ to him as well.  And then she hurried back to the privates.

She thought it was getting close to closing; hoped so, both to stop the lap dances, and because she was imagining Jacen waiting to fuck her somewhere in the club.  Or outside, she realized with a renewed flush of anticipation—she would fuck him wherever he wanted, she knew with certainty.  She thanked the spectacled older man who had just managed to weather her lap dance without cumming and without wanting a second song.

“Last two,” Mitch said, opening the drape and ushering a younger man in.

“Where’s the other?” Ann expected a second man to join them.  She had yet to have it happen, but she knew sometimes it did.

“Nope.  This is a single, and then you have a bachelor to sacrifice.”  Ann rolled her eyes.

“That happens on stage.”  Two of the girls would come out and do a very public lap dance up on the stage.  If the guy was nice he would get just the glitter and cheap perfume treatment, but Ann had seen Patricia and Lynn lay into a guy one night, Patricia’s crotch hitting the guy’s face repeatedly, which steadily banged his head into the pole.  The resonant ‘gong’ had nearly drowned the music, and Ann had thought the guy was concussed by the time they were done.  Even so, the guy had seemingly loved it, thanking the women profusely after they relented at song’s end.

In part because the last guy had escaped, and in part because her awareness that Jacen would be there soon, Ann’s dancing was energetic enough that the first guy did not last a song.  Ann hugged him, thanked him for liking her so much, and led him out.  Hilary passed her before she got to Mitch, leading a gawky university professor toward an empty booth.

“Did you hear?” she whispered to Ann, “Big drug bust downtown. Jacen and Sam were on the television, looks like they’re working harder than we are tonight.”  Ann idly wondered if Hilary had meant to say ‘Billy,’ since she did not know Sam was Jacen’s partner.  She was several steps past the red head when she realized that also meant Jacen was probably not going to be there for her.

“You all right?” Mitch asked her.  Ann sniffed and nodded.

“I guess it’s just ‘cause the night’s almost over,” she lied.  Mitch was not buying it, but he did not press, either.  “So who is this?”  Ann turned on the charm, in part trying to ignore her disappointment.

“Our groom to be… Saturday?”  The young man nodded, “Dana, meet Ann.  Your wedding party did good hooking you up with her.”  Ann beamed, and shook the nervous young man’s hand, holding it after to lead him down the hall.

“Have you done this before, sweetie?” she asked whey they were out of the bouncer’s earshot.  He shook his head.  “So you’re getting married,” they turned into the room.  He nodded.  Anxious to do something for the itch that had persisted as she anticipated her lover’s arrival, Ann straddled the young man, tilting her hips while keeping pressure against his crotch.  She felt him shift, becoming hard and added a rocking motion. “Mmm,” she purred, throwing in a shiver for effect, “She’s a lucky girl.”  The young man smiled, his eyes fixed on her swaying tits.  Ann caught herself as she started to push her chest toward him to let him suck her nipple.  She blinked in surprise, leaning back at the same time.

She realized she had not been kidding… he was big.  Biting her lip, she ground against him more fervently, aware she could get off if he had any self-control… He shifted, and she reluctantly backed off, ashamed she had been focused on her own pleasure, rather than his.

“Too much, baby?” she asked, still hovering over his knees, swaying to the music.  He nodded.

“Uhm,”  he paused, blushing, then raised his left hand, in which he held a pile of bills.  “I… They said you would…”  and he reached down for his zipper.

“Whoa,” she warned, catching his hand, even as a part of her mind imagined letting him take it out... how it would feel slipping inside of her…”  She shook her head fiercely, “Who told you I would… what?”

“Oh, uh, my buddies… My buddies said if I gave you more you’d blow me.”  Ann smiled, lifting her arms to set her breasts swinging.

“What, my dancing for you isn’t enough?  You really want that instead of waiting for your new wife?”  His blush deepened.  “Not that you’ve waited,” she scolded but smiled down at him, winking knowingly, “No way she would wait to enjoy that.”  He smiled nervously.  “Your friends don’t know what they’re talking about,” she assured him, “You’ve heard Chris Rock’s song: there is no sex in the champagne room.”

“Oh… OK,” he was clearly relieved, and Ann almost felt sorry for him, “But that doesn’t mean you won’t enjoy yourself,” she began to move again more intently, moving up against his lap.  Her need was a physical force.  God, he was impressive.

“Are you wearing underwear?” she asked suddenly, without really thinking about it.  He nodded.  She bit her lower lip, smiling at him, “Show me.”  The young man scrambled to get his zipper open.  She shook her head, touching his belt, and he nearly tossed her off of his lap rising to get his pants open and down to his knees. She worked her hips, slipping forward until the crotch of her thong was against his Jockey’s, rubbing over and up and down his bulge.  Beneath her the young man grunted, hands digging into the arms of the chair.  Ann caught the tie at the side of her thong, releasing it, then the other side, switching the hand that she was bracing on his muscled shoulder.  She blinked, the memory of Jacen’s cock slipped around her thong and inside of her…”  She shivered, refocusing on the young man beneath her.

“I can get in trouble for doing this,” she warned, stripping the thong away from between them.  The groom-to-be’s eyes instantly dropped from her bare chest to her crotch where she was moving against his briefs.  Still working her pelvis from side to side, Ann added a tilt, rubbing up and down his length.  The knowledge that he was so close… that it would feel so good…”  She caught her hand as it moved down over his abdomen.

‘What was I about to do?’ she asked herself in surprise, and in more shock the next thought, ‘Maybe I should blow him so I don’t wind up fucking him.’  There was no need, though.   A moment later the poor young man groaned, and she knew he was cumming.  Aware it would quickly soak his underwear, Ann moved back, the smear of her arousal obvious on the cotton crotch of his briefs, a darker spot quickly becoming apparent.

“I’d say you liked that,” she murmured, intensely aware of her persistent unsatisfied need.  Without thinking about it, she ducked her head, brushing her lips over the young man’s cheek and whispering ‘Think of me on your honeymoon,” and then stepping gracefully to the side, retrieving her bottom and deftly tying it back in place while her customer buttoned himself back up.  He held out the cash, but Ann shook her head, “I didn’t do what you thought that would buy.”  The young man shrugged, then separated the handful in two, holding one out.

“I hope you understand, I’m going to tell them otherwise,” he grinned, “Otherwise, they’ll want the money back.”  Ann giggled, taking the bills he was offering, then walked him back to the main floor after the song ended.  When they stepped out of the hall, there was a loud cheer, and the groom rolled his eyes.

“Your crew awaits,” Ann pecked the young man’s cheek again, and then looked at Mitch and rolled her eyes.

“That’s a relief,” the bouncer said, his eyes sweeping the crowd, never coming to rest on her face.

“What?” Ann asked, puzzled.

“For a moment I thought you’d decided to take the cash like the other girls.”  Ann blinked.  So Mitch did know what went on.  But unlike Jacen, he obviously did not approve.

“I’m not that kind of girl, Mitch,” Ann told him.  The bouncer nodded and his smile seemed honest, as if she had somehow reassured him of something.  “But how did you know I didn’t?”  The bouncer shook his head.

        “I’m not an idiot, Ann.  Neither of you is out of breath.  You’d be amazing, I’m sure, but I doubt he would have had time to finish up before you came out.”
       
        “Like you said,” Ann answered, miffed, “Maybe I’m that good.”  Mitch shrugged.
       
        “I already said that’s probably true.  But he isn’t a regular… He would’ve had more trouble getting up and then relaxing enough to get off.”  Ann smiled.
       
        “You’re right, you’re right,” she shook her head, “I can’t believe I was arguing to get you to believe I’m a prostitute.”
       
        “Uh-huh,” Mitch looked at her, “You can be a bit stubborn, can’t you.”  Ann rolled her eyes in answer.  She did not dwell on their conversation, though.  She wanted to get to the dressing room, or more accurately the bathroom, where she could maybe get herself off.  Because she needed to get off.  Flopping into her seat, though—Ann did not want to rush to the bathroom straight from the privates—she was surprised to see she had a text message. She assumed Jacen had texted that he was not going to be back, but she was surprised.
       
‘Keep it hot, sexy. On a call, but hope to see you at close.’  She reread the text, then carefully deleted it.  Even so, she considered a trip to the restroom, but the idea that he might still make it kept her in her seat, nearly trembling with anticipation and arousal.  None of the other girls said anything, aware that she had been working harder than most of the others.  She rummaged through her bag, dismayed at how fast the cash seemed to disappear, then went down the hall to settle up for the evening.  Tom did not bat an eye paying out $400; it had been another great night for her.  He did not try to dissuade the girls as long as they were saving at least half of their earnings.

Ann went back, electing to wear a pair of the Velcro tabbed panties under sweats, and a hoodie sans bra in hopes Jacen would be waiting.  Waving at Hilary, she considered mentioning the text, but she did not want to share the big bouncer with anyone, and so she said her good nights to the other nearby girls, and headed toward the exit.  While Mitch or one of the other bouncers would have happily escorted her to her car, the last thing Ann wanted if Jacen was waiting for her was an audience, because she was not sure if she could keep from scaling the big cop in the parking lot.

Except Jacen was not there. The door clicked shut behind her, and Ann paused, lit by the security lights on the building. Normally she did not leave until longer after close, and the parking lot was nearly empty.  There were still patrons wandering out to their cars, and several saw the married stripper, clapping or whistling in appreciation.  Suddenly nervous, scolding herself for being careless, Ann grabbed the door knob, but of course it was locked.  Instead of banging on the metal she headed for her car, slipping her hand into her purse to find the keys.  None of the men wandering through the parking lot approached, and she felt foolish when she was safely inside without a problem.   Foolish, and still horny.

She pulled out of the lot, consciously watching her mirrors to be certain none of the patrons followed.  The highway was close, and Ann wasted no time heading home, hoping that Tom was still awake.  Fuck that, she thought, he was going to wake up.  She was speeding she knew, but so were all the other drivers, and the highway was less congested than during the daytime, when people really did not go any more slowly, so she did not worry about it.  As she exited the highway her phone chimed.

‘You home yet?’ she read as she pulled to a stop on the off ramp.  It was Jacen

‘Almost’ she responded. Her phone chimed again almost immediately, but she waited for the next stop, a light less than a mile from home.  She gasped, seeing he had sent a photo of her bent over his coffee table, taking his cock in her ass, her mouth wide, eyes unfocused, in obvious pleasure.

‘OMG Tom might see’ she answered.

‘You said you weren’t home.’ Jacen responded, and then ‘Thought I might pull you over before you got home to give you what you need.’  Ann blinked, the mental image of her bending over the hood of the RAV as Jacen took her in his uniform aided by the image she had just seen.  She pressed a hand against her sex, setting the phone down and pulling through the light which had changed.  She hit the steering wheel with her left hand, angry that the big bouncer was teasing her like that.  And then the siren sounded behind her.  Her eyes darted to the silent phone, and then the speedometer.  She was less than five miles over the posted limit, but immediately slowed.  In her rear view mirror she could see the blinking red and blue lights in the distance, closing fast.  The housewife moaned, as the possible fantasy became impending reality.  The crotch of her thong was soaked.  She dutifully pulled to the side, not five blocks from home.

Though anxious at how close they were to people who would recognize her, Ann was as intensely aware that she would let Jacen do whatever he wanted to her, and the admission only built her arousal.  Moments later, the police cruiser flashed by, lights and siren on.  It fishtailed through the next turn, her last turn before reaching home, and then it was gone, the sound quickly fading.  Ann rested her forehead on the steering wheel, then shook her head, embarrassed at letting her imagination run away like that.  She parked, looking for long seconds at the photo Jacen had texted before reluctantly deleting it.  Part of her wanted to save it, but the risk was too great.  Her arousal still a physical force, she hurried inside, intent on waking Tom to get some relief.

Parked around the corner, Jacen and Sam watched as the scantily clad stripper returned to her husband.

“I still don’t get it,” Sam shook his head, “Why prime her so it’s easy for hubby to enjoy himself?”  Jacen eyed his partner.

“Because he won’t satisfy her.  The sooner she realizes that, the more easily I can nudge her the rest of the way to being my slut.”  He smiled, remembering the last time he had used the sexy housewife.  “I think she’ll be ready by Friday night.”

“Well, we’d better get back on station,” Sam allowed, pointing at the dash, “Or what reason do we have for coming out here?”

“That’s easy,” Jacen snorted, “We were following an erratic driver, or a suspicious car… could not get the plate until we were off the highway,” he pointed at Ann’s plate number, which glowed on the car’s laptop, Both men knew the odds of anyone asking questions were small.

“It’d be quite the scene,” Sam added as the cruiser slipped back onto the mostly empty highway, “Her bent over the hood taking that big cock from behind.”  Jacen nodded.

“It’ll happen soon enough, Sam,” the bouncer and cop’s smile was cruel, “Hell, you can even enjoy sloppy seconds when we do it.”  Jacen’s partner rolled his eyes, but he did not argue.


***
Ann was a mess by the time she had finished her first set on Friday night.  She had gotten home tearing her clothes off on the way to the bedroom and was riding Tom’s limp cock before he was really awake. He had been quick to get with the program, catching her breasts, deftly tweaking her erect nipples with his thumbs as his cock had come erect, pushing into his wife’s dripping sex.

Arching her back, Ann had humped against him even harder, hips shimmying.  She had reached down, working her clit when it was not pressed against her husband’s pelvis.  And it had worked, her excitement building to the point she had known she was going to be able to cum, in just a minute or two.

“Ahhh!”  Tom had erupted then, his hands dropping off of her breasts, moving over her thighs as she had tried fervently to get herself off on his shriveling cock.  She had barely managed to hide her frustration as she reluctantly slid off of Tom, lying beside him in the bed.

“Must’ve been quite the night?” he teased, a hand moving up and down her taut thigh.

“Mmmm,” Ann shrugged, “My last lap dance was a groom the bachelor party had paid to ‘sacrifice,’ you know the drill.”  Tom nodded, having seen a couple while there to watch his wife.  “Well he was a sweet young man,” Ann continued, “Reminded me of you, so I found myself wanting you there… and I still wanted you when I got home.”  She ran a nail around one of Tom’s nipples, “That’s okay, isn’t it?”  Tom chuckled.

“I learned long ago to take advantage of whatever gets your motor running baby.”  He slipped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close, “I love you.”  Ann had kissed him, murmuring her own love.  When he had relaxed his grip, though, she left her hand resting on his chest.  “Since we’re able to… enjoy ourselves again now, and since Les is offering that I work fewer nights, considering how much I’m making, I think I’m going to keep dancing for awhile.

“I doubt Les wants preggers dancing,” Tom pointed out.  Ann slapped his shoulder.

“I could dance for a couple months even after,” she countered, “And I don’t know yet if we managed this time.”  She felt bad about lying to him, but not badly enough to tell him the truth.

“Well, if that’s what you want,” Tom had shrugged, “The money is pretty amazing.  And you’ve certainly come into your own sexually.”  Ann giggled at that.

“Who knows, some day I might even decide you can have my ass,” she was not sure why she said it, although she had been wondering if she would feel him enough that way to get off faster.

“Seriously?”  Tom was more alert, and Ann worried he would be suspicious.

“Well,” she shrugged, “You’ve already been there now…”

“I know, I know… And I’m sorry about that… I wasn’t trying to…”

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Ann patted Tom’s shoulder, “We were both just really into it but got out of sync.  But it wasn’t as bad as I thought, you know?”

“Really?”

“Well, you were in and out before I really knew it, but it didn’t hurt,” she had answered honestly. “It just seems… Well, maybe someday.  If you’re a really good boy,” she finished. Tom rolled his eyes, aware when his wife was playing games, even if he knew he responded to those games.


Ann’s Thursday was spent doing overdo housecleaning duties and ignoring the persistent need to have a real cock.  More than once she considered asking Jacen to send another picture.  And when she was looking through her phone, she stumbled across the video clips that the guys had taken with her phone.  In short order she had watched them all, body responding to the images of her moaning and twitching and begging for black cock.  Though horrified that the videos were on her phone, Ann could not bring herself to delete them.  Instead, she had opened a new blind Google email account, sending the files to herself before deleting them from her phone.  She found herself seated at the kitchen table, legs wide, three fingers buried in her dripping sex, remembering the morning after she had understood Jacen was not a booze fueled fantasy.

It had been more than a week since he had been inside of her, but instead of easing, her need had only increased.  And she did not have even the release of dancing that night.  So she dressed provocatively, a shelf bra T under a button front shirt and short shorts with a thong, knowing Tom would not be able to resist.

He had not, either, and they had enjoyed a brief frenetic coupling in the kitchen, after which giggling like school kids they had eaten cheese and grapes, finishing the bottle of wine Ann had opened during the day before they considered getting dressed and seeing about dinner.

As fun as it was… as much as she loved feeling Tom thrusting into her, though, it was not the same.  And it did not begin to quench the fire between her thighs.  Tom surprised her that night, fondling and kissing the perpetually aroused wife and dancer until he was confident she was not going to argue before he pulled her onto her hands and knees riding her doggie style to his climax in only a little more time than the evening’s first coupling.  Ann had dutifully left her ass in the air, murmuring she ‘wanted to catch his baby’ as her husband had fallen asleep a blissfully ignorant smile lighting his face.

Ann had climbed out of bed after his breathing steadied, paying no mind to the jism oozing down her inner thighs as she had padded into the den, looking at the video clips on the computer and masturbating to a marginally satisfying climax, and wondering when she would again have Jacen inside of her.


Tom woke her with a kiss as he left on Friday, urging her to ‘wake him up like that again’ when she got home from her shift.  Without really thinking about it, Ann told her husband Hilary and some of the other dancers had talked about getting some drinks after the club closed.  Tom shrugged, told her to be careful, and that he would see her whenever she got home.

Ann struggled with guilt over lying to her husband and the knowledge that because of that lie if Jacen was working she would have time to be with him.  She chose not to consider Tom’s hope that she would wake him when she got home; she still was not sure how long after the bouncer’s big cock was done plumbing her pussy and ass that it would not look or feel different to her husband.  But he was a sound sleeper, so she told herself she could at least shower, first.

The pill went down with her morning coffee, a ritual she was determined to keep, having had friends who missed one day and wound up catching, and she paged through the paper, although anticipation about the coming shift kept her distracted and aroused for most of the day.


She arrived early, hoping to see the big bouncer before her first set, to let him know she was available.  He was nowhere to be found, and she made small talk with the other girls, wondering if they felt the same buzz of need that was always at the edge of her consciousness.  Les asked if she was going to melt the place down again, and she blushed, assuring him and the other dancers she was going to try to tone it down.  The club owner waved a hand, assuring her he had no problems with her ‘enthusiasm,’ and reminding the other dancers that they benefited from Ann’s getting the crowd hot and bothered, too.

Even so, her first set was nothing special, but then she was not dancing for Jacen.  She did her numbers, smiling at the guys lining the stage and urging her on.  Sure the tips were lower, but they was still more money from just that first set than she could have earned doing anything else, and she had four more to  go, not to mention working the floor.

She had resolutely not asked anyone about Jacen, and had decided the bouncer was on duty at his other job as she finished working the floor and prepared for her second set in the dressing room.  She had told the bartenders she wanted to alternate between spiked and virgin drinks, and finished a with alcohol tumbler, giggling at the warmth that flowed out through her limbs as she mimed a couple of the more acrobatic moves for her next set while walking to the back of the stage.  She was so lost in her own preparations for her dance, and in the impressive pole work being done by Ashlin, a petite former gymnast whose effervescence meant lots of fans despite her barely B cup chest, that she was unaware anyone else was standing behind the curtains until he spoke, his breath touching the back of her neck.

“She does good pole work, but nothing like you can do.”  Ann’s knees trembled.  Hell, her entire body shivered.  But she looked back in the dark, first, acutely aware that it might not be just Jacen.  She grinned, seeing the big bouncer, standing less than a foot away, looking over her head out at Ashlin’s last song.

“I’ve been thinking about you,” she managed, relieved they were alone.  God, she wanted to touch him.  “Can I… Are you available after work?”  Jacen’s smile was visible even in the dim back hall.

“I was hoping you’d ask,” he told her, “It’s been too long since I was inside of you.”  Ann found she could only nod.  She was mentally trying to decide if she had time to jump on the big bouncer’s cock right there before Ashlin’s number ended.  “So you’re ready to party after work?”  Ann nodded again.

“Is… Is Billy going to be along?”  Jacen snorted.

“Why, my cock ain’t enough for you?”  Ann’s eyes went wide and she looked around in fear.

“No! That’s not it, I just… I didn’t know if it was going to be just us, or…”  Jacen was laughing, and she blushed, hating how easily he could goad her.

“Relax, little slut,” he winked, “Billy has to work, and I think I can find a date for Angel.”  Ann blinked.

“Angel?”  she was aware of the song wrapping up, the crowd cheering.

“Yeah, Angel Rodriguez,” Jacen said quietly, stepping away from her, “They call him A-Rod, down at the precinct, you know, like the baseball player?”  Ann nodded reflexively, “And it’s not because he plays baseball, if you know what I mean.  But I think Hilary can keep him satisfied…”  He swatted her ass, then, from too far away for Ann to retaliate, and Ashlin was almost to the back curtains.  “Now put on a good show for me, my married slut.”


Ann had done just that, giving vent to the pent up arousal and desire, and spurred by the knowledge that Jacen was there, and that in just a few hours they would be together again.  She prowled the stage, matching the beat of the song with her steps, and quickly stripping off the bustier and Velcro thong, reveling in the cheers of the men watching below, urging her on as she humped herself against the front pole, spun like a top on the back pole, kicking her legs out and giving the entire room a clear view of her wet pussy as she rotated almost perpendicular to the ground.

She brought her knees in, increasing the speed of her rotation, and slingshot to the front pole, spinning again with her knees still bent but spread wide, before letting go at and skidding almost off of the stage on her knees.  Her attention was focused on Jacen, who had taken up his usual position in the crowd.  She looked down, gauging her slide.  Ann’s smile grew at the reaction of the young man at the end of the stage as he considered the possibility she might slide right onto his lap.  He leaned back, eyes widening, fixed on her dripping sex.  Her knees were less than two inches from the edge of the stage when she stopped sliding.  Pumping her hips, raising and lowering at her knees as well to match the pumping tempo, Ann smiled down at the young man.

‘Like it?’ she mouthed.  He nodded, hand trembling as he slipped a $10 into her garter.  Ann threw her head back as if his move had reached her sex, She froze, hips upthrust, knees wide.  Her hands cupped her bare breasts, right hand pinching that nipple as the left dropped to her wet sex.  She ran three fingers deep between her aroused inner labia, letting the crowd see her shiver at her own touch, and then dragged her wet fingers up her torso, breaking contact at her breasts.  She brought her fingertips to her lips, licked, then sucked them wantonly, and then leaned forward, kissing the young man not on the cheek as was the rule, but on the lips.

She arced gracefully to her feet, then, beaming at the shouting crowd. Spinning, she bent at the waist, twitching her ass as she reached down, spreading her sex with two fingers, showing herself off to the front of the crowd.  More pole work finished the first song.  Mindful of possible fines, she caught the gauzy scarf that had served as her top, holding it in front of her as she worked the men thronging the stage through the second song.  A $10 spot or better earned a close up nipple pinch or clit tweak, but no one else got the ‘special kiss’ she had offered during the first song.  It did not seem to matter, the men were throwing money at her, and seemed not to care that she was not really dancing.  She returned to working the poles for the last song, Finishing at the front, twerking against the front pole, only the brass hiding her sex, which was deliciously stimulated by the smooth metal.  Ann cried out, miming an orgasm, as the song ended, the sound mostly obscured by the howling crowd.

Hilary had stepped haughtily onto the back of the stage, awaiting Ann’s approach.  The red head threw a leg out sideways, stopping Ann’s departure, and then pivoted, curling her leg around Ann’s thigh.  The women were entwined, Hilary’s hands grasping Ann’s ass as she pressed her lips against Ann’s chest, sucking hungrily at her already erect right nipple.  Ann’s hand rose, encouraging the intimacy, and she unconsciously ground her pelvis against the smaller red head, memories of their shared weekend more present in her consciousness than the crowd. She gasped as one of Hilary’s hand slipped around the front of her thigh—the front hand that the audience could see.  She dipper two fingers into Ann’s sex, and Ann groaned, reeling backwards and literally falling through the curtain as Hilary spun away from her and strutted down stage to take the back pole.  

She would have landed on her ass, except that strong hands were there, arresting her fall.  Ann nearly began to grind against her guardian, assuming it was Jacen.  She stopped though, and blushed, realizing nearly too late that it was Mitch.

“Damn,” the bouncer shifted, obviously aroused, and as obviously anxious that she not notice, “That was something else.”  Panting, Ann patted his muscled bicep, stepping back to open some space between them.

“Thanks,” she smiled, panting, “Think that’ll keep my dance card full?”

“That’s why I’m back here,” the bouncer nodded toward the privates, “They’re lining up for you already. Les told me to take you straight back there.”

“Like this?” Ann pirouetted the dim lighting from the dressing room flashing on her base skin as she teased Mitch, almost unconsciously.  He flushed, looked away, then managed to find her eyes again.

“Probably better throw something on, first,” he motioned toward the dressing room, and Ann hurried to grab a thong and modesty bra.  Mitch waited in the back pass through, and she wondered at that, since Jacen, Dean, and the other bouncers were not shy about visiting the girls while they were getting ready.  She asked him about is as they headed to the privates through the dancer’s passageway at the back.  She felt him shrug, though it was dark enough she did not really see it.

“Dunno,” he said, “I see you on stage if I want to see some T&A… I just figure you girls should have some privacy.”

“Chivalry isn’t dead,” she teased, patting his arm, not wanting to offend him, “Thank, Mitch.  It’s good to know you’re out here.”  The bouncer pointed to an open bay near the private hall’s entrance to the club.

“Better take number two, there.”

“Why?”  He shook his head, eyeing her as if unsure if she was serious.

“That… That performance was hot enough I may have to drag some drunken schmuck off of you.”  Mitch was not far off.  Twice in the first hour Ann had to call the bouncer in to cool an overexcited guest off.  And they were all much more handsy than she was used to.  It did not help that she was already more than a little excited knowing what was coming at the end of her shift.  She was more tolerant than usual, thinking maybe her arousal was spurring them on, and that maybe she was overreacting and that guys in the privates usually got to palm her ass or cup a breast.  When guy after guy repeated the same ‘accidental’ moves what had shocked her and triggered outrage a couple weeks before seemed completely normal to the distracted housewife.

The third guy—the first that Mitch got to remove from the club—was more forward, as well.  He had managed to get ahold of her ass with one hand and her opposite breast, and was mercilessly pinching and twisting her nipple.  Ann swatted the hand pawing her chest away, angrily asking him what he thought he was doing.

“Damn, slut,” the guy pouted, leaning back as if he had learned his lesson, “You were begging for it up on stage.  Don’t tell me now you’re suddenly miss schoolgirl pure.  I mean if that’s your game, that makes you a fuckin’ tease…” at which point he had sat back up, trying to get his mouth onto Ann’s breast.  And at which point she had called for Mitch.

Since the songs were started in the booths, unlike the floor where guys always waited for the start of a new song to get ‘the most’ out of their twenty dollars, Ann spent more time dancing than out on the floor.  As the last night she had worked, Les had the other girls skip her space in the rotation, as she kept on servicing guests in the privates.  She took ten minutes when there was finally a break, walking through the back of the club looking for Jacen without success until there was not time to do anything but get ready to dance again.  She was out of the normal dance order, which meant she followed Emily instead of Ashlin.

Although she tried to tone her dance down—it was not the over the top performance of before—her arousal and the urging of the crowd assured that she was more aggressive and blatant than usual.  After all, every minute that passed meant she was closer to getting relief.  Paula, a Vietnamese dancer, followed her set, and made sure to stop, kissing Ann passionately before leaping into her set, while the housewife flopped into the seat at her station, gathering her thoughts for a moment before donning fresh clothes and heading out onto the floor.

The moment she stepped through the curtain she saw guys waving for her to join them.  But Les was waving as well.  Finger waving to her many ‘admirers,’ the married dancer moved through the crowd to the owner’s table.

“Looking great as always,” Les smiled up at her.  Ann smiled.

“Thanks,” she said, “I think the new schedule is going to work well… At least until I’m pregnant.”  She was not about to admit to anyone that she was back on the pill.

“Good,” the owner nodded, “You’re a natural, you know.”

“So you’re not worried I’m going to get you busted.”  Les snorted.

“Considering what else goes on in the privates?”  So he DID know what some of the dancers were doing.  She realized she was not all that surprised. “No, you keep putting on shows like that, kiddo.  That’s just what the club needs.”  Pleased, Ann took the drink that Kathleen had brought, toasting her boss.

“So you like those drinks I suggested,” he smiled.  Ann nodded.

“They alternate with virgin drinks so I’m not sloppy drunk,” Ann explained.

“All right, shake that ass… make me some money,” the owner winked, and Ann moved away.  She had not gotten a table farther into the room before several guys were waving money at her, but Dean was suddenly beside her.

“Sorry, guys, I know she’d love to spend some time with you, but she’s got people waiting in back.”  Two of the three relented, but the third snorted.

“Giving it up in the back now, slut?”  Ann reared back, shocked, but Dean was already leaning in close to the boor.

“One, this is a lady.  It’s supposed to be a gentlemen’s club.  If you can’t be a gentleman, get out.  Two, if you want a dance, pay the waitress and she’ll put you on the list.  But three, you should listen to Chris Rock… There is no sex in the champagne room.  Do you really think she’d do you back there for another $30?”  The man had blanched the moment Dean laid into him.  The bouncer looked to his friends.  “Maybe your friend needs to leave,” he paused, “But if you want a dance with Ann tonight, I think it’s going to have to be back in the privates… And at this rate, it’ll probably be pretty close to close.”

Relieved at the speed that the bouncer had come to her defense, and pleased at what he had said, Ann hooker her arm through his as they crossed the club to the privates.  Guys shouted for her and she smiled and waved, shrugging and mouthing ‘sorry’ when people tried to get her to join them for a lap dance. And more than once she pointed toward the stage, not wanting to distract the crowd from Paula’s set.


Her night became an unending ‘dance, gently scold, thank, and escort out man after man from the private booth, at which point Mitch would introduce her next guest and the process would repeat.  Her dance card was not as full as Dean had suggested; the two men who had backed off each paid for a private dance, and both apologized for their friend and were less touchy than the other men.  The second was so intent on keeping his hand glued to the arms of his chair that Ann curled her fingers between his opposite hand, bringing his palm up to her stomach as she undulated against him.  He had promptly lost control, but that happened more often than not, and did not surprise her anymore.

        Of course, her next spot in the rotation was too quick, and she was still steadily entertaining in the privates when Emily danced again.  She was more than a little tired, having performed without real pause for most of six hours. But she was also still aroused, and acutely aware of the ticking clock.  Mitch had sent a man back to one of the tables on the main floor as she came out with her just satisfied guest.
       
        “I’m going to have to leave,” he said apologetically, “Les doesn’t want to pay overtime.  So he wants you to dance again.”  Ann nodded, looking at the clock on the wall in the bar. It was nearly one, later than she usually did her last set.  “Dean will cover the door when you get back over here.”
       
        “I still have dances?” Ann was less than thrilled.  She would have rather spent some time on the floor, where the work was easier.”  Mitch snorted.
       
        “Oh, you will,” he shook his head, “You could stand in a muumuu at the back of the stage and guys would be paying for privates.”
       
        “But there aren’t any scheduled?”
       
        “Nope.  Les told the gals to cut it off, so you could work the floor for awhile, too.”  Ann was pleased that the owner recognized the importance of being seen on the floor, or getting a break from the privates at least… or both.  She thanked Mitch again, rising up on tip toes to give him a peck on the cheek before wending her way through the club, pantomiming that she would be back and then slipping backstage to get ready.
       
        As she started her third set, Ann told herself to take it easy, but the smoldering need, which had built steadily over a night of sexy dancing, soon pushed her into more openly erotic moves.  And the crowd urged her on.  Mid-way through the second song she thought she saw Jacen, but not in his usual spot, nearer to the bar.  Awareness that he was watching further amplified her performance.  She wanted to punish him, though, for not being backstage where she could have eased her need, and resolutely did not look again until the end of her set.
       
        Astraddle the front pole, hand locked around the brass over her head, Ann humped herself against the metal, up and down, up and down, the length of Jacen’s cock. Her head dropped back as she climaxed, moaning over the cheering crowd, stomach rippling visibly.  She lifted her head, then, fixing her gaze on Jacen… except, to her embarrassment, it was not Jacen, but another black man she had never before seen.  He was watching intently, and seemed to know that she was looking at him, because he winked.  Already blushing, Ann lunged upright, focusing on the men at the edge of the stage in a too late attempt to pretend she had not been staring at a stranger seconds after getting off in front of him.  She smiled automatically at the adoring faces ringing the stage, and sashayed off.  There was not another dancer to begin her set; it was ‘last call’ and Deon stepped out from behind his stand, walking the stage as some of the other girls came out to scoop up Ann’s errant bills, reminding the patrons to tip their waitresses, warning the bar was closing in just 10 minutes, and that private dances were being cut off.  There was a cheer about that, that Ann failed to realize was from men intent on having her dance for them before close.
       
        Backstage, the housewife wondered who it was that had been watching her; there were men of all races that came to the club, sure, but few that had that… presence.  She had honestly thought that it was the big bouncer.  Curious, she donned her bra and panties, stepped into her heels, and returned to the floor, ignoring the rest of her break.  Immediately men began to wave for her, and she found herself smiling and making small talk with regulars and ‘new fans’ as they insisted they were.  She obligingly climbed onto an overweight regular, and one lap dance became three became five.  The songs were shorter—it was the end of the night, and the dancers were not idiots.
       
        As she danced, Ann eyed the club, but the big man she had seen while she was on stage was gone.  After six lap dances, she checked the clock, expecting it was nearly close.  And she was right… fifteen minutes to 2.  She thanked the men who had just been ogling her from less than two feet away, encouraging them to come again, when another of the dancers, passing her, nudged her shoulder and pointed.  Ann was surprised to see Dean waving at her from his stool by the private booths.  She hurried over, puzzled about what the bouncer needed.
       
        “Got one more for you,” he motioned with his head toward the booths.
       
        “I thought they stopped…”  Ann shrugged, realizing that she did not remember another night when Les had closed the private booths before close.
       
        “He did not want you working just the privates tonight,” Dean explained, “But since you have gotten to work the floor for a bit, I guess he decided one more was all right.”  Ann nodded.
       
        “It’s going to run right up to close, isn’t it?”
       
        “Don’t worry, one of us will still be here.”  She nodded again, and honestly had not worried about that.  She stepped into the hall, hearing some complaints behind her, as there were still men who had wanted a lap dance on the floor before close.  She heard Deon announce that it was ten minutes to close, and advising people to settle up, and to come again.  
       
Ann paused at the second booth, expecting it would be occupied, but it was vacant.  Then again, Mitch was not working any longer, and Dean would not have known about their arrangement.  She moved down the dimly lit hall, peeking into the booths.  The singles were all empty, though, and Ann almost returned to the front, thinking Dean was playing a joke, when she heard movement in the next booth.  It was one of the ‘party rooms.’

Ann pushed the drape aside and slipped into the room, her professional smile in place.

“Here you are, baby, I…”  She blinked, aware that she was staring, unable for too long to stop.  It was the man she had seen while dancing.  But he had not been on the floor when she came out?  When had he arranged for the private, she wondered, even as she stepped further into the room.  “Guess you get to be my last dance of the evening,” she said, “I think I saw you during my last set.”  The big man nodded.  He had not yet spoken.  “Do you know what you want to listen to?”  He nodded, reaching over and selecting a piece, demonstrating by doing so that he was familiar with the club’s set up.

Ann was surprised when Rush began to play through the speakers—not the usual choice of her guests.  She moved up, straddling the man’s heavily muscled thighs and thinking to herself that he was very similar to Jacen.  The comparison fanned the flames of her desire, and for a moment she imagined herself reversed in position, eagerly riding the man’s cock as she had Jacen’s just weeks before.  Flustered, she shook her head, her long hair fanning out sexily, and asked if the man had enjoyed his evening.  He nodded again, not responding.  Biting her lower lip, Ann stripped off the modesty bra, setting it within reach to the side.  Her nipples were already hard, and as she kept swaying, eyes closed, aware that he was getting hard beneath her, she reached up, absently pinching them.

Realizing what she was doing, Ann stopped, but instead set her hands on the man’s shoulders.  Beneath her shifting crotch, he was still growing in his pants, and she could tell he had an impressive tool.  She smiled, relieved that as soon as the music ended she could go in search of Jacen and his own wonderful cock.  As the song continued, she reversed positions, which again brought memories of the night with Jacen, but her guest was not aggressive in the least.  In fact, she found herself pressing against him harder, wanting him to respond.

“You’re a quiet one,” she teased, thinking the song was coming to an end, “If we had time I might have to suggest you enjoy a second song in order to fully enjoy your time here.”  As she spoke, the man smiled, bright white teeth, but still he said nothing.  And the song continued.  “I’m sorry about that when I came in, I was just surprised since I had not seen you when I came out from dancing.”

“You were looking for me?”  The man’s voice was comically high, and Ann was glad she was facing away from him.  It reminded her of that boxer… what was his name…  The man shifted beneath her, and abruptly there was more pressure against her sex.  Ann gasped, aware that she was pressing down against him too, and unable to stop herself.

“Well, I had not seen you,” she managed, “And you seemed to be enjoying yourself.”

“I’d say you were the one enjoying yourself,” his voice was taunting, “How can you dance like that and not tear off all of your clothes and fuck whoever’s nearby when you’re done?”

“I…”  She gulped, aware she had almost admitted she has.  “I have a very lucky husband,” she managed.  Her guest was quiet for a time, and she told herself he was surprised by what she had said.  Based upon the erection straining against his pants, it had not put him off.  She leaned back against him, letting her hair cascade over his head.  Aware he might be tempted to grab her breasts, she did not remain in place, giggling at the way her hair tangled in his tightly trimmed hair when she chose to turn around once again.

“Is this your song or something?” Ann asked, several minutes later, she was sure.  Her thighs were burning she had been astraddle her guest for so long, and she was more or less seated firmly on his erection.  Anxious to get him off so she could go find Jacen, Ann began to shift forward and back, once again bracing her hands on the man’s broad shoulders.  He was leaning back, though, and the position soon had her breasts swinging suggestively.  It also was building her beyond aroused and towards orgasmic.

“Oh no,” he laughed, “But it’s a great deal.”  Ann was puzzled, but she went on dancing.   And dancing.

“Sugar,” she managed, long after she should have been able to get the big man off, “I may have to offer a refund.  It’s gotta be close to close, and I can’t stay late tonight.  I’m sorry, but honestly, I don’t know if I have it in me to dance any longer.”  The man sat up, and Ann was surprised at how close their groins were.  She had stopped moving, but the heat where his chest was pressed against her swollen nipples made it feel like they were still moving against each other.

“It’s okay,” the man smiled, “I was just killing time, anyway.”  Ann was again puzzled.  He lifted a hand, checking his watch, and then frowned.  “Damned if I didn’t lost a bet, too,” he complained.

“What?”

“That’s a 20 minute song,” he nodded at the screen, “And you’ve been dancing without stopping for 17 minutes.”

“I told him you’d be able to keep at it at least fifteen,” Ann gasped, turning as Jacen stepped into the room behind her, “He bet you wouldn’t make it ten.”

“Why in God’s name is that on the play list?” Ann asked, horrified.

“Oh, it isn’t really,” Jacen chuckled, “But Deon helped me to load it back here in the party room… As a prank.”  Ann nodded, her need making it hard to think clearly.  She was still half naked astraddle a stranger, while her black lover was standing a few feet away.  God she wanted the club to have closed, so she could have Jacen to herself.  And then she remembered what he had said.

“So you’re Angel,” the man beneath her smiled.

“Pleased to meet you.”  Angel smiled, “But call me A-rod… All my friends do.”  Ann wiggled playfully on his lap.

“I bet they do.”  She looked back at Jacen, “But if I’ve been dancing for seventeen minutes…”  The bouncer nodded.

“Most everybody’s gone home,” he finished, “Oh, I think there are a couple stragglers among the dancers, and Les may still be in his office, but they’ve closed the bar, the bank, and the dressing room.  I’m the one locking up tonight,” he winked, “After we’re finished, of course.”  Ann smiled at him, aware that she should move—she was so wet she was going to leave a spot on A-rod’s pants.

“Where’s Hilary?” she asked, as Jacen moved closer, suggestively opening his belt.  She started to rise, her entire focus on his hands.  She missed entirely as A-rod shifted beneath her.

“Oh, she couldn’t make it,” Jacen shrugged, “So I guess you’ll have to take care of us both.”

“What?” Ann gasped, “I can’t… uhm…”  Jacen had pushed his pants down, freeing that amazing cock.  She felt her sex twitch with her need.  Jacen was moving closer, and God help her, she wanted him, even if he took her as she was astraddle his friend. “Jacen, I can’t… I’m married!”

“Oh yes you can,” Jacen dragged his swollen cock down the crack of Ann’s ass, pressing against her drooling, panty-clad sex as she instinctively thrust her ass back at him.  “You’ll love it, and you know it.”  Ann shook her head, but she knew he was right.  And looking down, she realized that Angel had opened his pants; the erection she had been rubbing against for more than fifteen minutes waved at her freely, less than a foot away.

“Oh my God,” Ann mumbled, shaking her head in useless denial of her arousal and what was about to happen. “Wait… not at once…  Not together,” she stammered, moaning as Angel’s hands closed on her breasts, thumbs tweaking her aching nipples, “One at a time, please, Jacen.”

“Now that wouldn’t be fair,” he scolded, lightly spanking Ann’s shifting ass, which made her jump, pressing her chest into his friend’s hands.  Angel dipped his head close and began to suck on her left nipple.  “Can’t make him sit and watch after you’ve been teasing him, can we?”  Ann shook her head. Jacen had pulled her thong aside, and she felt the broad head of his cock spreading her inner pussy lips as he seated just the tip.

“God, don’t tease!” she whined, pushing back at him, “Fuck me, Jacen!”  He held his position, maddeningly close…  Barely inside of her, the familiar girth stretching her introitus, a herald of what she was going to feel.

“Shhh,” the bouncer worked his hips side to side, teasing the hopelessly aroused wife, “Can’t have anyone still in the club know you’re getting your black cock fix.”  Ann’s back arched, as she sat up part-way, reminded that others might still be in the club.  Jacen let the movement push more of his cock inside of her, and the married stripper shuddered, then pushed back at him again.  “Oh no,” he swatted Ann’s ass once again, “I told you, no making Angel watch.  Show him what a good little cocksucker you are,” he demanded.  Ann’s head dropped, leaving her mouth inches from the stranger’s jutting erection.  But she did not obey at once, struggling for enough self-control to refuse.  Jacen backed out entirely then, and Ann whimpered, a moment before she engulfed Angel’s cockhead with her mouth, her tongue swirling around the blunt tip.

Jacen rewarded his slut, pushing just his cockhead back inside of her.  Ann’s hips shimmied and bucked, then stilled as instead she began to bob her head.  Jacen matched the tempo, guessing at how deeply she was taking his friend.  Ann whined around Angel’s cock.

“That’s it, my slut,” Jacen cooed, “I’ll go as deep as you do… You know you can do it…”  There was a muffled sob, but immediately Ann began to bob her head more deeply on his shaft.  Angel offered Jacen a ‘thumbs up’ when she was taking half of his shaft—their preplanned signal.  Jacen thrust more deeply into the cock addicted wife, rewarding her.  And urging her on. “Yeah,” Jacen praised a minute later, “That’s it, slut… Now hold him in your throat… Suck him off.”  He kept matching the tempo. Leaving his entire cock buried in her clenching box as she swallowed Angel, keeping her nose buried in the other man’s groin for long seconds before backing off, only to repeat the motion.  He set a steady pace, then fucking in and out of her, ignoring what she was doing, confident she would continue.  The elastic leg of her thong was rubbing though, and after another minute Jacen backed out.

Ann’s bobbing head never slowed.  One hand was bracing on the base of Angel’s cock, the other dropped between her legs, frigging her leaking seam.  Jacen ripped the thong away, then moved up behind her once again.

“Yeah,” he taunted, “That’s my little cocksucker… Suck that strange cock.”  Her body trembled.  “Oh, you want more cock, slut?” he continued.  She nodded, her response muffled by Angel’s cock.  But Jacen knew the answer.  “Then put me in, slut,”  He went still angling his body slightly for the club’s carefully hidden cameras best view as Ann reached back, catching the shaft of his thick cock behind his mushroom head, and pulling him once again inside of her hungry cunt…

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