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                      Another Hot Wife Tale

READERS' MAIL . . . APRIL, 1987
STRIPPED TO THRILL

     My wife Susan and I have a great relationship with five
other couples.  We ski, play cards, and usually vacation together
at the Ocean.
     Recently, we planned a surprise birthday party for Tom, one
of the husbands.  The Thursday before the party, a group of us
went over the last minute details and someone suggested that we
should arrange for a Strip-O-Gram for Tom.
     Marcy, Tom's wife, laughed and said, "Tom would LOVE it!
Especially if the dancer has great boobs.  Tom is DEFINITELY a
boob man."
     We called around, but with such short notice, only two
agencies could even handle the request, and neither had a
large-breasted dancer available for Saturday night.  Resigned to
the fact that we were too late to book the surprise dancer, we
started discussing other items.  But before long, one of the
wives teased Susan about being the stripper.
     Susan is very beautiful and, at 26, is years younger than
the rest of our "over 35" crowd.  She has a flawless
peaches'n'cream complexion, is 5'5" tall, a brunette, and she has
a fantastic, and very firm 39(D)-24-35 figure, so the teasing was
not really a surprise.  Soon, Marcy was agreeing with the other
women and Susan finally realized that they weren't just joking.
     Marcy took Susan's hand, "Susan, please say you'll do it.
It would really make Tom's party a night to remember.  Besides,
it's just us.  We've all seen you in your bikinis and it'll be
fun!  If I were built like you, I'd probably be making a living
doing it!"
     I know Tom has always found my wife attractive (who
wouldn't?), especially in her swimsuits at the beach or pool, and
on more than one occasion I caught him trying to sneak a look
down her blouse or dress.  So, I was certain he'd really
appreciate Susan being his "personal stripper."  But Susan still
hadn't agreed.  The women were still coaxing and I smiled and
agreed with them that I thought it was a great idea, too.
     Susan looked at each one of us seated around the now quiet
table.  She stopped at me and said, "Alright, I'll do it.  If
that's what you and Marcy really want, I'll do my best to make it
fun."
     We all cheered and clapped her on the back and told her what
a good sport she was being.
     After work on Friday, Susan bought a new set of sexy
underwear for the party and showed it to me.  The bra and panties
were white and so sheer they were almost transparent.  The
panties were not really more than a tiny triangle of white in the
front and a thin strap between her cheeks and on the hips.  Susan
had also purchased a white garterbelt and stockings.
     I was surprised that Susan had selected such revealing
things, but I was glad she was getting into the spirit of it and
I could feel my cock harden as I thought about my wife showing
off her body to our friends in these very sexy undies.
     Saturday seemed to drag until it was finally time to get
ready for the party.  Susan took a bottle of wine and a glass and
locked herself away in the bathroom for a long time.  When she
emerged, the wait had been well worth it.  She looked beautiful.
She had carefully applied her make-up and topped it off with a
bright red lipstick.  Her dress was a short white cocktail dress
with thin red trim, and finally, very red, very high heeled
shoes.  She looked lovely.
     I stood at the door and whistled.  "How about showing me
what's under that dress?"  I asked.
     Susan smiled, "No way!  No previews.  I'll see your reaction
and either we won't get to the party at all, or I won't have the
nerve to do this.  I'm really very nervous, Dave."
     "Relax.  This is supposed to be fun.  You'll be terrific."
     Marcy and Tom's boss, Steve (one of the other husbands) had
conspired to get Tom out of the house for the afternoon, playing
golf and having a few drinks at the country club.  The house was
decorated when we got there, and we started getting the food
ready.  Everyone else had been there for a while, and the punch
had everyone in a gay, partying mood, already.
     Marcy handed us each a drink and said to Susan, "You look
absolutely fantastic, Suze.  Are you still going through with the
dance?"
     Susan drank down the potent punch and got a refill, "Well,
as long as you haven't changed your mind and I don't pass out
from a case of nerves, I'm going to do it."
     Marcy patted Susan on the shoulders, "I knew we could count
on you.  Tom will love it!  And I know the rest of the husbands
are looking forward to it, too!"
     Susan looked around the room at the other husbands and
blushed.  "How do you want me to go about this, Marcy?"
     "How about you hide in the utility room.  When Tom and Steve
walk in, we'll all yell 'Surprise!' and sit Tom in that chair in
the middle of the room.  I've made a tape of some songs with a
strong beat, so I'll turn the stereo on real loud and you can do
your thing."
     Susan nodded and I looked around at the other three smiling
guys in the house.  I couldn't wait for the party to start!
     Finally, we heard Tom's and Steve's cars pull into the
driveway and we all took our places.  Tom seemed genuinely
surprised when he walked in and we all jumped out, yelling
"SURPRISE!"
     Marcy snapped a few pictures and sat him down in a chair in
the center of the room.  Then, she started the stereo.
     Susan picked the beat up as she danced down the hall behind
Tom's back.  We all applauded as she danced into the room and up
to Tom.  Marcy had yelled to him to not turn around, so he had no
idea what was going on until he felt Susan rub up against the
chair and run her fingers through his hair.  Tom still didn't
know who the dancer was and his look when Susan bumped and
grinded her way around in front of him was one of pure shock.
     Susan danced sensuously, humping to the beat, as Marcy taped
the whole thing on her camcorder.  A few voices yelled out to
"Take it off!" and I could see that Susan was getting turned on.
Of course, the whole room was charged up and feeling turned on.
     When Susan danced up to Tom, turned her back to him and
pointed to her zipper, I thought my dick would burst.  Tom looked
at the zipper with pure lust in his eyes and then looked at me.
He saw me smile and nod and he grinned.
     "I can't believe this!" he yelled as he reached for the
zipper.
     Tom slowly unzipped Susan's dress until she could slip one
shoulder and then the other out of it.  She turned around to face
Tom and allowed her dress to fall to her feet.
     She was magnificent!
     Susan stood there in her see-through underwear, garterbelt,
stockings and high heels.  Her beautiful dark-pink nipples stood
erect and puckered against the thin material.  The firm round
globes of her ass were beautiful.  But the biggest surprise was
not just that her dark bush was clearly visible through the tiny
panties, but that she had trimmed the hair short and into the
shape of a heart!  When I saw that, my cock got even harder.  It
was obvious that the rest of the people saw it, too, by their
whistles, catcalls and cheers.
     Susan was really enjoying herself as she put one leg forward
and her foot between Tom's legs so he could slip off her shoe and
stocking.  His trembling hands on her bare thigh made his crotch
bulge.  When he had the first leg bare, she offered her other leg
to him.  He quickly slipped the second stocking off as Susan
danced away from him, dropping her garterbelt to the floor.
     Susan danced to the end of the song and stopped, and I
thought it was the end of the show.  But everyone, including
Marcy, from behind her camera, shouted "Take it off!" as the next
song started.  Susan glanced at me and I shrugged and said it was
her show and entirely up to her.  She looked down at Tom and saw
how excited she'd made him and began to dance again.
     At the same time I wanted her to continue, I couldn't
believe it when Susan moved right up in front of Tom and reached
behind her back to unhook her bra.  She unhooked the bra and
cupped her hands on her breasts while she slipped the brastraps
off her shoulders and arms.  Then on a beat, she pulled the cups
away from her big boobs and handed the bra to Tom.
     The room went wild!
     Still dancing, she bent over Tom and shimmied with her huge,
naked tits only inches from his face.  Her nipples were hard and
erect and aching to be kissed and sucked.  It was fantastic
seeing Susan's breasts bared to a man who had been trying to peek
at them for so long.
     Everyone cheered Susan and encouraged her to take off the
only remaining bit of clothing she had on.
     "Show us your heart!" they all began to chant.
     Her eyes were ablaze with excitement and she motioned to Tom
to pull the coffeetable over in front of his chair.  Susan
stepped up onto the low table and guided Tom's hands to her
panties and hooked his thumbs inside the elastic waistband.  She
then slowly pushed his hands down her thighs so her panties went
down with his hands.  Tom slid them down to her feet and she
stepped out of them.  Now, Susan was completely naked, dancing on
the table in all her glory before the entire crowd, and
especially Tom, whose face was level and close to her beautiful,
trimmed pussy.
     Marcy moved closer to record this special, fantastic moment.
Susan started to get down, but Marcy asked her to stay and pose
for just a few more seconds.  Tom put his arms around Susan's
thighs and pulled her against him.  She put her hands around his
neck and pulled his head into her so that his nose and mouth were
buried in her pussy.  There wasn't a soft cock in the place!
     After a few more seconds, Marcy thanked Susan and Susan
stepped down and picked up her dress.  She told Tom to keep her
bra and panties as a memento, along with the video.
     Flushed and still naked, Susan ran upstairs to dress in the
dress, stockings, garterbelt and heels.  The whole crowd cheered
when she returned, and the party got underway.
     Tom thanked me again and again for letting Susan dance for
him.  We both have a copy of the video to remind us of how
beautiful, sexy, and exciting my wife is.
     I loved having her dance for the party.  It's such a thrill
knowing our friends shared in seeing my beautiful, young wife's
fantastic, sexy body.
--  Name and Address withheld by request.

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READERS' MAIL . . . JANUARY, 1991
HOOKED ON DANCING!
     My husband sent the above letter to your magazine almost
four years ago.  Everything in it is true, it just doesn't tell
the *WHOLE* story.  Your readers may be interested in hearing the
rest.
     It wasn't my idea to dance at Tom's party, but, in truth,
when it was suggested, I LOVED the idea.  I can't explain why,
and it surprised me at the time, but the idea of dancing and
showing myself off in front of other people really turned me on.
I acted innocent, and "allowed" myself to be coaxed into
performing, but inside, I didn't hesitate for a second.
     As Dave described me in the letter, I am attractive and
definitely a bit "top-heavy."  I also had noticed Tom and the
other husbands sneaking their peeks at me whenever they could.  I
like my body and work hard to keep it firm and tight and I never
minded their looking.  And I think Dave enjoyed other men
"eyeing" his young, "trophy" wife.
     Anyway, I prepared carefully for the party, just as Dave
described.  I was so excited and hot, I could barely breathe as I
dressed and we drove to Tom's house.  Waiting for him to arrive
was pure torture!
     When the music started and I danced into the room, I felt
like I had been waiting my whole life for that moment!  I was
transported!
     Dave described my dance pretty well.
     I was so excited, I felt like I was on the verge of a
gigantic orgasm the whole time.  I had purchased the see-through
lingerie because I was sure that that was as far as the wives and
Dave would tolerate my strip.  When they urged me to continue and
yelled "Take it off!" I almost forgot to give Dave a questioning
glance before proceeding.  I was thrilled to keep going.
     What no one saw was, at the very end, when I held Tom's face
to my pussy, his tongue shot straight into my wet snatch and
flicked my clit a few times!  No wonder my legs were wobbly as I
climbed off the coffeetable!
     I gathered up my dress, stockings, heels and garterbelt to
the applause of our friends.  Realizing that putting clothes on
in front of a crowd wasn't nearly as sexy as taking them off, I
ran up the stairs, to dress in a bedroom.
     Dave didn't mention that Tom soon followed me upstairs to
"change out of his golf clothes."  I was already dressed and was
combing my hair when Tom rapped softly on the open door and said,
"I'll never be able to thank you for the thrill you've just given
me, Susan."
     Totally giving in to the moment, without a thought of the
possible risks and repercussions, aroused, wet, and feeling more
lusty that I had ever felt in my life, I opened the door and
smiled at Tom, "Come on in and maybe we can think of a way."
     I knew from his eyes and the expression on his face that I
had caught him totally offguard.  Still standing, I spread my
legs, bent over the bed and threw the skirt of my dress up and
over my hips.
     "Come on, Tom.  You have to finish what you started with
your tongue downstairs."
     Now, it was Tom who didn't need coaxing.  His pants and
underwear were down at his ankles in a flash.  And just as
quickly, he pressed his cock into my still sopping-wet cunt.
     I started to cum as soon as he entered me and he soon
followed.  I wiped off with a tissue and ran downstairs as Tom
stayed to change.  We couldn't have been upstairs together longer
than 3 or 4 minutes!  No one had a suspicion and that is clear
from Dave's letter.  Dave failed to mention that Tom and all the
other husbands knew I was naked under my dress for the rest of
the party!  It turned me on knowing that, and I loved it when I
was the object of their sneaky cheap-feels and gooses the rest of
the night.
     Tom and I never really discussed our "quickie" but his
flirting became a little more aggressive.  As did most of the
other husbands' flirting.  I guess when a man sees you do a
striptease and you show them your tits and pussy, they right away
think you're some kind of loose woman (haha!)!
     Bill had his birthday two months after Tom's.  All during
the party, the husbands were teasing me to do another strip.
"Fair is fair!" they all said.  And I would have LOVED a repeat
performance, but since none of the wives mentioned it, I behaved.
I think all the wives had seen more than enough of me at Tom's
party!
     About 5 months after Tom's party, I got a call from Steve at
work.  He jokingly moaned about not having his own "Strip-o-Gram"
the previous weekend at his party, too.  He went on to say Sally,
his wife, was out of town for the approaching weekend and he was
wondering what it would take to persuade me to give a "birthday
dance -- just a dance" for him.
     I knew that this was more than a innocent, casual request
from a friend.  He wasn't asking to borrow the car.  I could tell
he wanted more than "just a dance."  Steve was Tom's boss, and I
assumed that Tom had told him about our little "upstairs
episode."
     I thought about it for a few minutes and realized I very
much wanted to feel as sexy and alive as I did the time I danced
at Tom's party.
     I called Steve back, "I owe Bill a dance, too.  Have him
there, also, and I'll come over and dance for you boys on
Saturday afternoon."
     I left the house with my dress in my gymbag on Saturday,
telling Dave I was going shopping and then to the gym for a
"workout."  I drove to the mall and bought the blackest, sexiest,
lacy-est undies I could find and dressed in the changeroom.  When
I rang Steve's bell, I knew from the stares I had gotten in the
mall that I looked HOT!
     I had made a tape to play while I was dancing, and it hadn't
even finished before I was naked on Steve's living room floor,
sucking Bill's cock while Steve fucked me doggie-style.  The
three of us fucked and sucked the afternoon away, until we were
exhausted.
     When I got home, Dave asked if I had a good workout!
     I smiled and told him I had the best workout in months, and
I was going to have to do that more often!
     That began my secret life.  Stripping in front of eager men
was the trigger for me to act as slutty as I wanted.  I loved the
way it made me feel, and my orgasms were the most intense of my
life.
     Steve threw a private party for Phil, the next birthday boy,
at a motel.  All five of the husbands (other than Dave) were
there and after dancing, I fucked and sucked all of them before
we left.
     They all made dates with me, and I went with them, but the
sex with them individually was never as good as when I danced for
them and then fucked all of them.
     Soon, Steve approached me about taking my act "on the road."
He was entertaining some clients and wanted to know if I'd be
interested in being part of the "entertainment."  I agreed, and
on a whim, told him since this wasn't for a friend, I wouldn't be
free.  Charging for my "services" made me feel that much more a
slut and that much sexier.
     Usually, my "job" entailed dinner and drinks with a client
or two at a hotel, and then back up to his (their) room for sex.
Sometimes Steve joined in the fun, and sometimes he left me alone
with the client or clients.  Last week was the largest group, yet
-- 8 men, including Steve and Tom -- at a trade show.  By the
time they were all fucked out, my jaw was sore and my pussy felt
like I had just left the delivery room!
     So, for nearly the last four years, that's been my life.  At
least once a month, usually twice, the five husbands and I get
together at a motel suite, and we spend hours having group sex.
I love it!  And five, maybe six times a year, I entertain Steve's
clients.
     I wonder if Dave and Marcy and the other wives would still
think my dancing for Tom was such a good idea, if they knew the
rest of the story?

(c) J. BOSWELL, June 1990
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