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01/08/2010
Awhile back, two years after we'd had our first daughter, my wife was back in shape and working as a topless dancer in a club in Phoenix, Arizona. The only way you'd have known she'd had the baby was if you knew what her boobs had looked like before the pregnancy. She was not only a very attractive, well-built gal, she was also a very talented dancer, commanding big bucks when she performed.
She worked five nights a week, so on her days off, we usually made plans for at least one “date night” each week. But sometimes my job interfered when I had to do evening or mid-shift activities before heading home. Such was the case one week, and when I called that afternoon to tell her we'd have to take a rain check on our “date” for the evening, she was obviously disappointed.
I, of course, apologized profusely, and promised that we'd do it, perhaps even the next night if things worked out. She said she'd had her hair done, and had just spent an hour doing her makeup and picking out a nice casual outfit for the evening. I thought about it for a minute or two, then suggested that if she wanted to go out for a drink, or even dinner, she should do that. I told her that she could enjoy herself, and even gloat about me still slaving away at work. She said she'd give it some thought, and if she did go out, she'd leave me a note to let me know where she was going. I apologized again, told her I loved her, and we ended the call.
When I got home just after 10PM, her car was gone so I knew she'd taken me up on the suggestion. I found her note on the kitchen counter, which told me that she was going out for some Italian food, then to a neighborhood bar that we visited occasionally. I made something to eat, then relaxed in front of the t.v., and fell asleep.
About 2:45A, an hour and a half after the bar closed, I awoke when I heard her in the bathroom, tossing her cookies and making noises like Godzilla with a belly ache. She was miserable, barely coherent as she hugged the porcelain “God”, and I noticed that she was wearing her shear, flowered blouse, but nothing else. I stayed with her until she calmed down, helped her wash her face and hands, then half-carried her to bed where I tucked her in after taking her blouse off. I put a trash can next to her side, then went to bed myself. Fortunately, there were no further problems during the remainder of the night.
I called off from work the next morning, for family sick leave, and puttered around the house until she woke up around 11AM. I made a pot of coffee for us, and when she came out of the shower, we sat down at the dining room table. I didn't ask her anything, and when she was ready, she apologized for coming home in that condition, and so late, then proceeded to tell me about her evening. WE had shared adventures before, so I was both curious and anxious to hear what had happened.
She said I would have been proud of how good she looked last night. She wore the flowered blouse, tied just below her tits, a pair of expensive black hip-hugging slacks with a black g-string underneath, and her Spaghetti strap high-heeled sandals, also black. The slacks always looked like they'd been sprayed on, and the blouse was see-through, almost totally, although the bright colors kept her decent enough to go out in public. I knew the outfit well, and could visualize how she must have looked with her exposed midriff. A very tempting package that had gotten a large rise out me, on more than a few occasions.
First, she went to an Italian restaurant that was owned by one of her regular customers at the bar. When she walked in, he spotted her and hustled her to a table, then spent most of the time she was there, sitting and chatting with her as he looked at her cleavage. She was surprised at his focus, since he'd seen her bare tits often, while she was on stage, dancing at his table, or doing lap dances for him in the club. She guessed that it was more provocative to see her there, in his establishment, with her tits peeking through the blouse.
She had two glasses of wine, one with her meal and one afterward, while she socialized with the owner, then told him she had to get going and would see him at the club. He picked up her tab and told her it was on the house, so she gave him a hug and a big wet kiss before heading out to her car.
The bar she went to was a few miles down the street, catering to locals with a few Yuppies dropping in occasionally. The place wasn't huge, but it had a one-table pool area, a good sized area with booths and a few tables, and a large horseshoe shaped bar. When she went in she took a stool at the bar and ordered her first Cuervo of the evening. The two bartenders recognized her and made a point of saying hello, inquiring how she was doing on her night off. She told them that she figured it was someone else's turn to provide the entertainment for a change, so she was out on the town.
Her comments were heard by a couple of the other patrons, and one was curious enough to ask her what she did for a living. Without hesitating, she told him that she was a dancer at a local club. That seemed to intrigue him, and they chatted for awhile. He bought her another Cuervo, and asked her what kind of dancing she did, claiming he wasn't aware of the club she worked in. She grinned, bounced her tits, and told him she danced topless, in a g-string and heels. He grinned and said he would like to see that. She laughed and told him not to go away, 'cause the night was still young.
A young guy that she said was....”full of himself”.....and questionably old enough to be drinking, asked her if she'd dance with him if he put some money in the jukebox. She said sure, if she got to pick the tunes. They walked over to the jukebox and she selected a couple of songs that she danced to at work. When the first song began, they moved into a clear space in the table area, and she began to bump and grind, just like when she was on stage. The kid couldn't dance, probably had trouble walking, but he gave it his best as she moved every inch of her body to the beat of the song. Lots of other guys were watching her perform, and when the song ended, the crowd clapped and whistled. For her, not the kid, but he was beaming with the adulation anyway. Obviously, he didn't have a clue.
The second song had a long lead in, so she went to the bar and tossed off two more Cuervo's that were waiting for her before returning to the table area to dance again. When the kid started to go out with her, she suggested that he sit at one of the tables, and let her dance FOR him. He grinned and promptly sat down to watch her perform.
As she got into the tune, she loosened the knot on the blouse so that her cleavage was deep and wider, then proceeded to do a classic table dance for the kid while the crowd made appreciative noises. With her back to the crowd, she bent over in front of the kid, and pulled one side of her blouse over so that he could see her entire breast.
He laughed like crazy and applauded, and a couple of guys behind her shouted, “How about US?”. When the song, ended, she announced to the crowd that she had to check with her “managers” and would be back shortly. She went to the bar and quietly asked the bartenders how far she could go without everyone going to jail. They discussed it, then told her that the sky was the limit, even though it might violate liquor laws and get them cited, including her.
Another Cuervo showed up from somewhere, so she tossed that one off, grinned like a sneaky cat, and walked back to the table area. The Cuervo's were adding up and she was feeling pretty loose, and looking forward to tormenting the guys in the crowd. She turned and faced them and hollered, “What was that question again?” One of the guys shouted, “How about us? When do WE get to see the goodies?”
She told him to put some money in the music machine, and which number to punch in. As he was doing that, she loosened the knot on her blouse again, until it was almost totally untied. When the song started, she walked over to the bar area where most of the guys were at, AND where the light was better, and started to dance. It only took a few moves for the knot to come undone, leaving the blouse open but still covering her tits. Every eye in the place was on her, and she finally said what the hell, and shrugged the blouse off, tossing it to one of the bartenders.
Whistles, shouts, and bugged-out eyeballs were the immediate effect, as she bounced her tits, squeezed them, and pinched her nipples which were already swollen from excitement. She danced through the bar area, making sure that everyone got a closeup shot of her tits and what she was doing with them. No one was left out and she knew she had the crowd in the palm of her hand.
The song ended, she got her ovation, then stepped to the bar, still topless and asked for another drink. Before the bartender was done, there were three, not one, sitting on the bar waiting for her. An appreciative audience had come through again. Had she not been dancing so hard, the tequila would probably have put her down by then. But she was just enjoying herself, getting excited by turning on the crowd, and only felt a “little buzz”. Still, seven shots was having its expected effect.
Somebody asked her if she did this often, and she replied that yes, she did it five nights a week at the club where she danced, but without drinking and that it wasn't as much fun. She added that there were also restrictions when she was “on duty”, and that wasn't fun either. One guy said, “Yeah, NO TOUCHING!” She made a sad face and said, “Yeah, when I'm on duty, no touching”. A moment went by while she let that sink in, then another guy said quietly, “But you're not on duty tonight.” She grinned mischievously and said, “Nope. I'm not on duty tonight.”
The guy looked at her tits, then at her as she grinned at him, and said, “May I?” She smiled even wider and said, “I thought you'd never ask.” He reached up and gently squeezed her tits, running his thumbs over her nipples, as he said to himself, “Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.” By that time, she'd closed her eyes and tilted her head back as she got into the sensations his fondling was creating for her. She was very capable of having an orgasm when her tits received that kind of attention, and she could feel the warm sensations building up in her pussy. When he leaned over and licked one of her nipples, she gasped, bit her lower lip, and moaned as her hips moved involuntarily. A few moments later, she made a high pitched noise and tensed up for a few seconds. Then she relaxed and opened her eyes with a dreamy look on her face. The guy smiled and asked her if she'd made it. She reached down and ran a hand through her crotch, then said yes, and that her slacks were soaked. Everybody in the place had watched her as she was fondled and had her orgasm, standing there at the bar. There were remarks from the crowd, but most were subdued and appreciative.
She stood up, looked down at the front of her slacks, then grasped the string of her G, tugging iy out of her slacks on one side. She asked if anyone that was sober, had a pocket knife. One appeared and she held the string while the guy cut it. Then she pulled the severed G out of her slacks and felt it, announcing that it was soaked, as she tossed it on the bar behind her. Right beside the two new Cuervo's that had appeared for her. As she sipped one of the shots, she said, to no one in particular, “What am I going to do to get my slacks dry before I go home?”
Someone said there was a hand dryer in the men's room, so she asked if anyone would volunteer to take her slacks into the bathroom to dry them for her. The kid she'd danced with rushed to volunteer, so she reached down and pushed the slacks off her hips, dropping them to the floor so she could step out of them. She handed them to the kid, then sat down on the bars tool with her high heels hooked on either side of the footrests, naked with her knees spread. The guys crowded closer so they could get a good look at her pussy, and when she realized that's what they were doing, she leaned back against the bar and opened her legs even further.
As the guys all stared, she pushed the lips of her snatch open and said, “Can you see how wet I get when I'm really turned on?” As heads bobbed in agreement throughout the crowd, she ran her finger through her snatch, then began to rub her clit while they watched. A few minutes of that, and she got off again while the guys watched and whispered amongst themselves.
The Cuervo was really hitting her had by that point, and the last thing she remembers clearly is saying to the guys, “If someone doesnt' fuck me pretty soon, I'm going to pop like a balloon.”
As she sat there, trying to remember more, she told me that she remembered getting fucked while sitting on the bar stool, bent over the bar stool, leaning on the bar bent over, and on the pool table. She said she is pretty sure she danced and did some obscene things with a beer bottle as well. She remembers that at least two guys walked her out to her car, that one of them was either black or dark Hispanic, and that it was cold outside of the bar. Small wonder, since she arrived at home with the blouse on, hanging open, and we never have figured out where her slacks went, or the broken G-string.
She was actually pretty sore that morning, and when I asked her how many guys were in the bar while all the action was going on, some careful thought for a few moments, the she guesstimated that there was between 15 & 20. She said she'd bet a months wages that she fucked all of them, from the way her pussy felt that morning. That didn't stop her from jumping my bones later on that day, while our daughter took a nap.
A few months later, on her night off, we dropped our daughter at her grand mothers place for the night, and went out for dinner. Then we went to the bar where her “adventure” had taken place. She walked in ahead of me and I sat at a different place at the bar, so it would appear that she was there alone. She didn't drink any Cuervo, sipping a glass of Chardonay, and chatted with the bartenders about her big performance. Just before closing, there were about five guys spaced out, sitting at the bar, a couple shooting pool, and the bartenders, with the rest having left early for wherever.
Almost all the guys were making small talk with her, and it seemed that they'd all heard about the performance night episode as well. .She finished her Chardonay as I got up to leave the bar, and she winked as I walked past her. She said, loudly, were any of you guys in here the night I danced for the crowd?” I stopped at the door and looked back. The bartenders and two of the guys were laughing and holding up their hands.
She motioned for the two customers to join she and the bartenders at the end of the bar, then asked, “Did any of you fuck me that night?” The bartenders and both of the other guys again raised their hands. The other guys in the place hadn't really heard what she said, so they didn't react or approach her. She grinned at the four guys with her and said, “Wanna do it again? When I'm sober?” I stood at the door, watching the heads bobbing in the affirmative.
She glanced over at me and asked me, “Would you like to watch?” I grinned and said yes, returning to my seat at the bar. The bartenders told myself and the two other guys to wait a few minutes for the other five guys to leave. He loudly announced last call, and within ten minutes they started to leave, a few at a time, until only the bartenders, the two guys and I remained.
At 1AM on the bar clock, the doors were locked. The bartenders came out and sat on bar stools with myself and the two other guys, in kind of a circle around another stool that didn't have a back on it. She hiked herself up on that stool and grinned like a little girl at her birthday party as she looked us over.
She'd worn a sleeveless, button front mini-dress that evening, with high heels. That was it. As she talked to us, telling us that she was really drunk that night, but tonight she was sober, and ready for a repeat perfomance. As she talked, she began to unbutton the dress, holding it closed as she spoke. Finally, when she'd reached and undone the last button, she said, “Well, except for our friend here (meaning me) you've all seen me naked and fucked me, so we don't need to play any games here. I'm gonna let our new buddy get things rolling.”
She stood up, turned to me, let the dress fall open, then off her shoulders. She tossed it onto the bar and got close to me, pulling my hands up to her tits. I squeezed her tits and sucked on her nipples, then gave her a deep throat kiss that started her hips moving, while four other guys watched in anticipation. She turned in my arms so she was facing them, while I squeezed her tits from behind. She pulled her right leg up, draping it over my right leg, then pulled my hand down to her snatch. I ran a finger through her pussy, then shoved it in and began to finger her. She humped my hand while she watched the other guys looking, and when she had her first orgasm, she said, “ Who's gonna fuck me first?”
The first guy walked up between her legs, pulled his cock out of his pants, and without any ceremony, shoved it in and began to hump her snatch while she leaned back in my arms. It didn't take long, and when he got off, it put her over the edge at the same time. The next guy was already standing beside her, stroking his cock, and when the first guy pulled out, the second guy was in her in a hot second. He wanted to play with her tits while he fucked her, so I held her around her waist so she wouldn't fall down. When he was finished, he pulled out of her and went into the restroom.
The bartenders moved up to us and asked if she remembered what she'd done for them on the night she'd performed, and when she said no, they took her hand and stood her up. Then they had her lean over her bar stool. One of them stood in front of her and put his cock in her mouth, while the other guy shoved his cock in her snatch. The guy behind her got off very quickly, and his friend moved around behind her and stuck his cock in her pussy. She was having one orgasm after another, which was her usual response, and when the last guy got off in her, she shrieked like a scalded cat and had a massive climax.
He leaned on her for a moment, then eased his cock out of her. While he was cleaning up with a handy towel, the guy came back from the bathroom. All four sat down, expecting me to fuck her next, when she made an announcement.
“Guys, I want you to meet my husband.”
I thought they were gonna shit right there on their stools.
She came over and leaned on my shoulder, with four guys cum running down her leg, and said, “We're gonna go home now, and I'm going to fuck him to sleep. Hope you enjoyed your encore.”
They just sat there, not knowing what to say or do. She reached over, picked up her dress and purse, and a clean bar towel from the bar, then holding my hand, led me to the door. She turned, waved and said “See you again sometime.”, and we walked out the door, to our car.
We walked across a BIG parking lot with her on my arm, stark naked. When we got to the car, she used the towel to clean up before sitting down in the vehicle, and once she was belted in, we drove home. At home, we showered, went out to the patio to lay down on the pads from a couple of lounges. Then, while she talked about the cocks and her pussy, we fucked our way to sleep. Took well over an hour, and it was magnificent.
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She worked five nights a week, so on her days off, we usually made plans for at least one “date night” each week. But sometimes my job interfered when I had to do evening or mid-shift activities before heading home. Such was the case one week, and when I called that afternoon to tell her we'd have to take a rain check on our “date” for the evening, she was obviously disappointed.
I, of course, apologized profusely, and promised that we'd do it, perhaps even the next night if things worked out. She said she'd had her hair done, and had just spent an hour doing her makeup and picking out a nice casual outfit for the evening. I thought about it for a minute or two, then suggested that if she wanted to go out for a drink, or even dinner, she should do that. I told her that she could enjoy herself, and even gloat about me still slaving away at work. She said she'd give it some thought, and if she did go out, she'd leave me a note to let me know where she was going. I apologized again, told her I loved her, and we ended the call.
When I got home just after 10PM, her car was gone so I knew she'd taken me up on the suggestion. I found her note on the kitchen counter, which told me that she was going out for some Italian food, then to a neighborhood bar that we visited occasionally. I made something to eat, then relaxed in front of the t.v., and fell asleep.
About 2:45A, an hour and a half after the bar closed, I awoke when I heard her in the bathroom, tossing her cookies and making noises like Godzilla with a belly ache. She was miserable, barely coherent as she hugged the porcelain “God”, and I noticed that she was wearing her shear, flowered blouse, but nothing else. I stayed with her until she calmed down, helped her wash her face and hands, then half-carried her to bed where I tucked her in after taking her blouse off. I put a trash can next to her side, then went to bed myself. Fortunately, there were no further problems during the remainder of the night.
I called off from work the next morning, for family sick leave, and puttered around the house until she woke up around 11AM. I made a pot of coffee for us, and when she came out of the shower, we sat down at the dining room table. I didn't ask her anything, and when she was ready, she apologized for coming home in that condition, and so late, then proceeded to tell me about her evening. WE had shared adventures before, so I was both curious and anxious to hear what had happened.
She said I would have been proud of how good she looked last night. She wore the flowered blouse, tied just below her tits, a pair of expensive black hip-hugging slacks with a black g-string underneath, and her Spaghetti strap high-heeled sandals, also black. The slacks always looked like they'd been sprayed on, and the blouse was see-through, almost totally, although the bright colors kept her decent enough to go out in public. I knew the outfit well, and could visualize how she must have looked with her exposed midriff. A very tempting package that had gotten a large rise out me, on more than a few occasions.
First, she went to an Italian restaurant that was owned by one of her regular customers at the bar. When she walked in, he spotted her and hustled her to a table, then spent most of the time she was there, sitting and chatting with her as he looked at her cleavage. She was surprised at his focus, since he'd seen her bare tits often, while she was on stage, dancing at his table, or doing lap dances for him in the club. She guessed that it was more provocative to see her there, in his establishment, with her tits peeking through the blouse.
She had two glasses of wine, one with her meal and one afterward, while she socialized with the owner, then told him she had to get going and would see him at the club. He picked up her tab and told her it was on the house, so she gave him a hug and a big wet kiss before heading out to her car.
The bar she went to was a few miles down the street, catering to locals with a few Yuppies dropping in occasionally. The place wasn't huge, but it had a one-table pool area, a good sized area with booths and a few tables, and a large horseshoe shaped bar. When she went in she took a stool at the bar and ordered her first Cuervo of the evening. The two bartenders recognized her and made a point of saying hello, inquiring how she was doing on her night off. She told them that she figured it was someone else's turn to provide the entertainment for a change, so she was out on the town.
Her comments were heard by a couple of the other patrons, and one was curious enough to ask her what she did for a living. Without hesitating, she told him that she was a dancer at a local club. That seemed to intrigue him, and they chatted for awhile. He bought her another Cuervo, and asked her what kind of dancing she did, claiming he wasn't aware of the club she worked in. She grinned, bounced her tits, and told him she danced topless, in a g-string and heels. He grinned and said he would like to see that. She laughed and told him not to go away, 'cause the night was still young.
A young guy that she said was....”full of himself”.....and questionably old enough to be drinking, asked her if she'd dance with him if he put some money in the jukebox. She said sure, if she got to pick the tunes. They walked over to the jukebox and she selected a couple of songs that she danced to at work. When the first song began, they moved into a clear space in the table area, and she began to bump and grind, just like when she was on stage. The kid couldn't dance, probably had trouble walking, but he gave it his best as she moved every inch of her body to the beat of the song. Lots of other guys were watching her perform, and when the song ended, the crowd clapped and whistled. For her, not the kid, but he was beaming with the adulation anyway. Obviously, he didn't have a clue.
The second song had a long lead in, so she went to the bar and tossed off two more Cuervo's that were waiting for her before returning to the table area to dance again. When the kid started to go out with her, she suggested that he sit at one of the tables, and let her dance FOR him. He grinned and promptly sat down to watch her perform.
As she got into the tune, she loosened the knot on the blouse so that her cleavage was deep and wider, then proceeded to do a classic table dance for the kid while the crowd made appreciative noises. With her back to the crowd, she bent over in front of the kid, and pulled one side of her blouse over so that he could see her entire breast.
He laughed like crazy and applauded, and a couple of guys behind her shouted, “How about US?”. When the song, ended, she announced to the crowd that she had to check with her “managers” and would be back shortly. She went to the bar and quietly asked the bartenders how far she could go without everyone going to jail. They discussed it, then told her that the sky was the limit, even though it might violate liquor laws and get them cited, including her.
Another Cuervo showed up from somewhere, so she tossed that one off, grinned like a sneaky cat, and walked back to the table area. The Cuervo's were adding up and she was feeling pretty loose, and looking forward to tormenting the guys in the crowd. She turned and faced them and hollered, “What was that question again?” One of the guys shouted, “How about us? When do WE get to see the goodies?”
She told him to put some money in the music machine, and which number to punch in. As he was doing that, she loosened the knot on her blouse again, until it was almost totally untied. When the song started, she walked over to the bar area where most of the guys were at, AND where the light was better, and started to dance. It only took a few moves for the knot to come undone, leaving the blouse open but still covering her tits. Every eye in the place was on her, and she finally said what the hell, and shrugged the blouse off, tossing it to one of the bartenders.
Whistles, shouts, and bugged-out eyeballs were the immediate effect, as she bounced her tits, squeezed them, and pinched her nipples which were already swollen from excitement. She danced through the bar area, making sure that everyone got a closeup shot of her tits and what she was doing with them. No one was left out and she knew she had the crowd in the palm of her hand.
The song ended, she got her ovation, then stepped to the bar, still topless and asked for another drink. Before the bartender was done, there were three, not one, sitting on the bar waiting for her. An appreciative audience had come through again. Had she not been dancing so hard, the tequila would probably have put her down by then. But she was just enjoying herself, getting excited by turning on the crowd, and only felt a “little buzz”. Still, seven shots was having its expected effect.
Somebody asked her if she did this often, and she replied that yes, she did it five nights a week at the club where she danced, but without drinking and that it wasn't as much fun. She added that there were also restrictions when she was “on duty”, and that wasn't fun either. One guy said, “Yeah, NO TOUCHING!” She made a sad face and said, “Yeah, when I'm on duty, no touching”. A moment went by while she let that sink in, then another guy said quietly, “But you're not on duty tonight.” She grinned mischievously and said, “Nope. I'm not on duty tonight.”
The guy looked at her tits, then at her as she grinned at him, and said, “May I?” She smiled even wider and said, “I thought you'd never ask.” He reached up and gently squeezed her tits, running his thumbs over her nipples, as he said to himself, “Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.” By that time, she'd closed her eyes and tilted her head back as she got into the sensations his fondling was creating for her. She was very capable of having an orgasm when her tits received that kind of attention, and she could feel the warm sensations building up in her pussy. When he leaned over and licked one of her nipples, she gasped, bit her lower lip, and moaned as her hips moved involuntarily. A few moments later, she made a high pitched noise and tensed up for a few seconds. Then she relaxed and opened her eyes with a dreamy look on her face. The guy smiled and asked her if she'd made it. She reached down and ran a hand through her crotch, then said yes, and that her slacks were soaked. Everybody in the place had watched her as she was fondled and had her orgasm, standing there at the bar. There were remarks from the crowd, but most were subdued and appreciative.
She stood up, looked down at the front of her slacks, then grasped the string of her G, tugging iy out of her slacks on one side. She asked if anyone that was sober, had a pocket knife. One appeared and she held the string while the guy cut it. Then she pulled the severed G out of her slacks and felt it, announcing that it was soaked, as she tossed it on the bar behind her. Right beside the two new Cuervo's that had appeared for her. As she sipped one of the shots, she said, to no one in particular, “What am I going to do to get my slacks dry before I go home?”
Someone said there was a hand dryer in the men's room, so she asked if anyone would volunteer to take her slacks into the bathroom to dry them for her. The kid she'd danced with rushed to volunteer, so she reached down and pushed the slacks off her hips, dropping them to the floor so she could step out of them. She handed them to the kid, then sat down on the bars tool with her high heels hooked on either side of the footrests, naked with her knees spread. The guys crowded closer so they could get a good look at her pussy, and when she realized that's what they were doing, she leaned back against the bar and opened her legs even further.
As the guys all stared, she pushed the lips of her snatch open and said, “Can you see how wet I get when I'm really turned on?” As heads bobbed in agreement throughout the crowd, she ran her finger through her snatch, then began to rub her clit while they watched. A few minutes of that, and she got off again while the guys watched and whispered amongst themselves.
The Cuervo was really hitting her had by that point, and the last thing she remembers clearly is saying to the guys, “If someone doesnt' fuck me pretty soon, I'm going to pop like a balloon.”
As she sat there, trying to remember more, she told me that she remembered getting fucked while sitting on the bar stool, bent over the bar stool, leaning on the bar bent over, and on the pool table. She said she is pretty sure she danced and did some obscene things with a beer bottle as well. She remembers that at least two guys walked her out to her car, that one of them was either black or dark Hispanic, and that it was cold outside of the bar. Small wonder, since she arrived at home with the blouse on, hanging open, and we never have figured out where her slacks went, or the broken G-string.
She was actually pretty sore that morning, and when I asked her how many guys were in the bar while all the action was going on, some careful thought for a few moments, the she guesstimated that there was between 15 & 20. She said she'd bet a months wages that she fucked all of them, from the way her pussy felt that morning. That didn't stop her from jumping my bones later on that day, while our daughter took a nap.
A few months later, on her night off, we dropped our daughter at her grand mothers place for the night, and went out for dinner. Then we went to the bar where her “adventure” had taken place. She walked in ahead of me and I sat at a different place at the bar, so it would appear that she was there alone. She didn't drink any Cuervo, sipping a glass of Chardonay, and chatted with the bartenders about her big performance. Just before closing, there were about five guys spaced out, sitting at the bar, a couple shooting pool, and the bartenders, with the rest having left early for wherever.
Almost all the guys were making small talk with her, and it seemed that they'd all heard about the performance night episode as well. .She finished her Chardonay as I got up to leave the bar, and she winked as I walked past her. She said, loudly, were any of you guys in here the night I danced for the crowd?” I stopped at the door and looked back. The bartenders and two of the guys were laughing and holding up their hands.
She motioned for the two customers to join she and the bartenders at the end of the bar, then asked, “Did any of you fuck me that night?” The bartenders and both of the other guys again raised their hands. The other guys in the place hadn't really heard what she said, so they didn't react or approach her. She grinned at the four guys with her and said, “Wanna do it again? When I'm sober?” I stood at the door, watching the heads bobbing in the affirmative.
She glanced over at me and asked me, “Would you like to watch?” I grinned and said yes, returning to my seat at the bar. The bartenders told myself and the two other guys to wait a few minutes for the other five guys to leave. He loudly announced last call, and within ten minutes they started to leave, a few at a time, until only the bartenders, the two guys and I remained.
At 1AM on the bar clock, the doors were locked. The bartenders came out and sat on bar stools with myself and the two other guys, in kind of a circle around another stool that didn't have a back on it. She hiked herself up on that stool and grinned like a little girl at her birthday party as she looked us over.
She'd worn a sleeveless, button front mini-dress that evening, with high heels. That was it. As she talked to us, telling us that she was really drunk that night, but tonight she was sober, and ready for a repeat perfomance. As she talked, she began to unbutton the dress, holding it closed as she spoke. Finally, when she'd reached and undone the last button, she said, “Well, except for our friend here (meaning me) you've all seen me naked and fucked me, so we don't need to play any games here. I'm gonna let our new buddy get things rolling.”
She stood up, turned to me, let the dress fall open, then off her shoulders. She tossed it onto the bar and got close to me, pulling my hands up to her tits. I squeezed her tits and sucked on her nipples, then gave her a deep throat kiss that started her hips moving, while four other guys watched in anticipation. She turned in my arms so she was facing them, while I squeezed her tits from behind. She pulled her right leg up, draping it over my right leg, then pulled my hand down to her snatch. I ran a finger through her pussy, then shoved it in and began to finger her. She humped my hand while she watched the other guys looking, and when she had her first orgasm, she said, “ Who's gonna fuck me first?”
The first guy walked up between her legs, pulled his cock out of his pants, and without any ceremony, shoved it in and began to hump her snatch while she leaned back in my arms. It didn't take long, and when he got off, it put her over the edge at the same time. The next guy was already standing beside her, stroking his cock, and when the first guy pulled out, the second guy was in her in a hot second. He wanted to play with her tits while he fucked her, so I held her around her waist so she wouldn't fall down. When he was finished, he pulled out of her and went into the restroom.
The bartenders moved up to us and asked if she remembered what she'd done for them on the night she'd performed, and when she said no, they took her hand and stood her up. Then they had her lean over her bar stool. One of them stood in front of her and put his cock in her mouth, while the other guy shoved his cock in her snatch. The guy behind her got off very quickly, and his friend moved around behind her and stuck his cock in her pussy. She was having one orgasm after another, which was her usual response, and when the last guy got off in her, she shrieked like a scalded cat and had a massive climax.
He leaned on her for a moment, then eased his cock out of her. While he was cleaning up with a handy towel, the guy came back from the bathroom. All four sat down, expecting me to fuck her next, when she made an announcement.
“Guys, I want you to meet my husband.”
I thought they were gonna shit right there on their stools.
She came over and leaned on my shoulder, with four guys cum running down her leg, and said, “We're gonna go home now, and I'm going to fuck him to sleep. Hope you enjoyed your encore.”
They just sat there, not knowing what to say or do. She reached over, picked up her dress and purse, and a clean bar towel from the bar, then holding my hand, led me to the door. She turned, waved and said “See you again sometime.”, and we walked out the door, to our car.
We walked across a BIG parking lot with her on my arm, stark naked. When we got to the car, she used the towel to clean up before sitting down in the vehicle, and once she was belted in, we drove home. At home, we showered, went out to the patio to lay down on the pads from a couple of lounges. Then, while she talked about the cocks and her pussy, we fucked our way to sleep. Took well over an hour, and it was magnificent.
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