Her First Time

“Alan… I can’t wear this!” Dani, sounding almost frantic. I looked, saw why. It looked like a knitted dress, all different hues of red, well above her knees, but, and it’s a big ‘but’. My mom knitted an afghan, fine until you stretch it just a little, then the knitting pulls apart, leaving gaping holes. That’s what this was, at least two sizes too small, not hiding a damned thing.

She had on a red thong, you could see it clearly, her dress tight between her legs, and virtually nothing covering her tits, nipples poking through the holes in the knitting. She’s worn some pretty, umm, revealing clothes on this trip, but at least SOMETHING was covering her boobs, even if it had been transparent. And of course, with those, she’d had those painted-on eyes, blinded so she couldn’t see just how revealing. But this was just plain showing bare skin, naked nipples. And she could see just how damned exposed she was.

“Babygirl, you look exactly like I pictured you in that dress, I had it made especially for you… you look… incredible!”

Dani looked down at herself, looking like she was nearly ready to cry, “But, Alan, I’m nearly naked under it, isn’t there at least a bra to go with it?” If I wasn’t mistaken, she was actually considering wearing it out? At home, she wouldn’t have even worn that in the house ― with the drapes closed, just the two of us. I glanced at April, she looked incredulous.

“A bra? No, there wasn’t one matching that shade. Besides, that would ruin it.” Dani was whimpering, I think surrendering to her fate. I liked it! No damn wonder Alan was insistent on us coming back. Now, the million-dollar question ― where were we going?

She was wearing red heels, probably four inches, they made her bare legs look incredible. Dani’s blush was a deep red stepping outside that night, almost matching the shade of her rose petal peach lipstick. She had her arms crossed over her chest, trying to cover up at least a little. But, that thong and her butt, you could see the thin strap, the red triangle between her legs and everything else… just, oh my!

Dani climbed in the front passenger seat beside Alan. April and I slid in the back, her in the center. I’d left our truck at Alan’s restaurant because of having a couple drinks earlier. I couldn’t believe this was happening, Dani going out in a dress that… hell, a couple months ago, she wouldn’t have been caught dead in it outside the house. It just screamed sex! Me, with this hot, sex-siren beside me… fully planning to take her to bed very shortly… and more, thinking about what I’d bought earlier.

April nibbled on my neck and ear, occasionally letting me feel that tongue tickling me, especially the tender part of my ear, that I’d never realized was such an erogenous zone. Of course, in my present state, pretty much everything was an erogenous zone, especially with April’s mouth on it. God, I wanted to let my fingers crawl up her leg. It was a conundrum that the two things I wanted worst; to let my fingers crawl up to April’s panties, and that button holding her dress together seemed to be her only ‘NO’.

I wasn’t paying any attention to our surroundings, being somewhat occupied with much more interesting things (use your imagination), until Alan’s truck pulled into a parking lot of what seemed for all the world like a big industrial building. What the hell?

“We’re there, Babygirl, you ready?”

My question was where the hell was ‘there’? Dani was in her seat, arms again crossed over her nearly naked breasts. “What… what is this?” Dani managed to stammer out.

“It’s a club I’ve been to a few times. Only way to get in is to be a member or the guest of a member, I joined a month ago, hoping to get a chance to bring you.”

I looked around, it seemed to be in an industrial area, but despite appearances, it seemed pretty obvious that this was not an industrial building. At least, not anymore. Question was, what was it? There was no sign, nothing to indicate that it was anything but industrial.

After considerably more coaxing from Alan, Dani finally got out of the truck. April and I followed along behind, walking into the building. Watching Dani in that ‘dress’ was an experience in itself. I wondered if she had any clue what it looked like from behind.

Inside, Alan showed an attendant what I presumed was his membership card and gave him a credit card. All of us, Alan included, had to sign a register. It made me wonder because on the back wall were big signs stating, ‘NO VIDEO’, ‘NO PHOTOS’, ‘NO RECORDING’. On the bottom of each was smaller print stating that violators would be removed, permanently banned and devices forfeited. When it was my turn to sign, I saw that at the top of the register were the same stipulations. Seemed like they were serious about it.

Another couple was in front of us. I noticed that when they opened the door, it was a double-door arrangement so that the first door closed before the second opened. There was no indication of what was inside before that second door opened, quite the security arrangement. I was still wondering what the hell it was. You couldn’t even hear anything.

Before that first door opened, Dani tried one more time, “Alan… please…,” still trying in vain to cover herself.

“Babe, you’re going to love it, we’ll get you a drink, it’ll help you relax,” he told her, giving her a squeeze, then taking her hand. The thought went through my mind that Tom, her co-worker at school, the one she’s been flirting with in the teacher’s lounge so much, would love to see her like this.

We waited, the attendant pushed a button and the first door opened; we all went through, the door closed, and the second door opened.

The atmosphere changed a thousand percent, all of a sudden, music booming, what seemed like hundreds of people sitting at tables in a huge, open room, an upper-level mezzanine, a long ornate wooden bar ― and a large stage with stripper poles on each side, each with a girl gyrating, another in the center, all in different stages of semi-nakedness. The place was a freakin’ strip club! I felt like an idiot for not figuring that out long before. What else could it have been?

Neither Dani nor I had ever been inside one, at least I assumed Dani hadn’t. But with what I’d learned over the last months about the teenage Dani… maybe? It wasn’t anything like I’d have imagined. I would have pictured some kind of sleazy joint smelling like smoke, probably pot, too, drunks falling or screaming at the girls, and this wasn’t that at all.

But it was FULL of people; as we looked around, young, old, men, women, what seemed like hundreds. There were what I presumed were waitresses dressed a lot like I’d seen pictures of Playboy’s skimpy bunny costumes. But everything was orderly, if not loud. There were pool tables, foosball, and other game tables set around in several locations, even a good-sized dance area where people were dancing, some of the women topless! No wonder Alan was convinced that Dani in her dress would fit right in.

One of the bunny girls led us to an empty table, I was surprised there even was one, right in front of the center of the stage. Then I realized, this was Alan Ryder, Tampa Bay football hero. The ‘reserved’ sign on the table was a slight hint, too.

Dani was getting nearly as many, maybe even more, stares than the girls dancing, from men and women. I couldn’t blame them. For one thing, she was with Alan Ryder, for another she was gorgeous, another, she was sexy as fuck, still trying to cover her nearly naked tits, not even trying to cover her midsection! Speaking of fuck, that’s exactly what those guys and girls wanted to do to her. Not that April was any slouch, either, not by any means, but she wasn’t dressed like Dani was. She was just… gorgeous!

Dani and Alan sat on one side, April and me on the other. I was mesmerized by the place, obviously, Dani and April were as well, although maybe not as much as a guy would be, this guy, anyway. The girl in the center of the stage seemed special in comparison to the other two, she was more than beautiful, gyrating like she was flirting, looking out into the audience, seeming to enjoy what she was doing. The other girls, I don’t know, seemed almost bored.

The bunny who’d led us to our table asked what we’d like to drink. Dani asked for a Manhattan, reminding me of that night with Jenny, it’s what Dani had ordered that night, one of those little details embedded in my brain… along with what Jenny had done that night. April ordered another strawberry daiquiri. me a Singapore Sling, the one thing I had some idea what it was. I figured, just one, I didn’t want to be drunk, spoil the ‘after’, which I was still damned well looking forward to with April. But just one would jumpstart the effects of Alan’s brownies, not that I needed it. This place, in itself, was a pretty damned effective aphrodisiac. I have no clue what Alan ordered, something I’d never heard of before. He was apparently a little more fluent in alcoholic drinks than I was.

Just moments later, our bunny brought our drinks, and Alan inserted his card in her little electronic device.

April scooted her chair a little closer and squeezed my hand; God, her perfume! “She’s pretty, isn’t she?” April asked, motioning to the girl on the stage right in front of us, “you want to fuck her, don’t you?”

She’d just taken off her bra, was squeezing her breasts together, tweaking her nipples, only feet from us, I was watching intently, then looked over at April, “I want to fuck you,” I told her, “so bad!” To be honest, looking at Dani across the table, she’d finally uncrossed her arms from in front of her, nearly driving me insane with lust. And April was the recipient, not the girl on the stage. Then I remembered what Alan had mentioned the first time April was up with Dani, ‘she’s bi.’ “But you want to fuck her, don’t you?”

She was watching the girl slowly pushing her panties down, her last piece of clothing. She was a blonde, big tits, sexy as fuck! “Yes,” April finally admitted, “I do… but I want you inside me worse… want to know what’s inside that box.”

She made me squirm on my seat. The ‘center stage’ girl left and another took her place, this time a pretty redhead, ‘girl-next-door’ type, the look of a girl you’d never expect to be a stripper. “You want to dance?” I asked April. I couldn’t sit there any longer, had to get up and move. Between Dani, what April had just said, and now the pretty redhead, I was beyond my endurance.

Of course, it hadn’t helped that Alan had his arm around Dani, squeezing her close, and was rolling her nipple in his finger… and she was reacting with little moans!

April and I got up to walk over to the dance floor. We took each other in our arms, squeezed tightly together, her hands around my neck, cheek pressed against mine, and shuffled around the floor. “You know,” I started to tell her, “if you let me undo that button, you’d fit right in.” Her dress would fall to the floor.

She kissed me, then pulled her lips a millimeter or so away and answered, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Mmhmm,” I responded.

She turned, facing away, and backed up tight against my raging hardon, grinding against me. I cupped her breasts over her silk dress, squeezing her nipples. Her body was pressed back tight against mine, head in the crook of my neck, cooing from my nipple play, oblivious to the people around us. God, I wanted to reach down, pull her hem up, up, up, cup her mound with a hand. That abnormal hardness from earlier had returned with a vengeance. I don’t think I could even blame it on Alan’s brownies.

“I want to fuck you, April!” I whispered in her ear.

“Mmm,” she cooed, “I want you to. I want to feel you come inside me… what’s in the box, Robert?”

I started to blurt it out but caught myself, “You’ll like it,” I told her. I was past using the word ‘hope’ you’ll like it. I knew she would.

She pulled away, took my hand and we returned to our seats in front of the stage. Another girl was on. We sat and watched her undressing herself, one of the other girls in what I’d consider a librarian costume was gyrating on a pole, holding herself upside down so that her skirt would fall the opposite direction exposing her bikini panties. She was good, very good. I had no idea how she did what she was doing, climbing up the pole upside down

I slowly drank my drink, April was getting a little more forward all the time, her hand over my hard dick. Dani had turned her chair sideways so she could see the stage better, and my side view of her was, I can’t even say. God, my wife was so sexy!

Another woman came on center stage. This was a woman, not a girl, older, she was good; posing, seducing, teasing. Hell, she was seducing the entire room, her eyes scanning, going from face to face… until they seemed to settle on Dani, right in front of her. She was a Mercedes in a room full of Hondas.

God, I’m guessing she had a hard dick on every man in that building, probably many wet panties, too. It’s hard to explain why, she just had ‘it’, everything. Beautiful face, beautiful body, sensuous, her clothes gradually, very slowly came off. I was mesmerized. And her entire focus seemed to be on my wife.

If there was a single, perfect body on earth, it was hers. How the hell else do I say it? I could hardly breathe, watching her. April, Dani, and Alan were all just as intently watching as I was, no doubt feeling much the same thing, shivers running through my body.

When her five or ten minutes of ecstasy were over, she stood directly in front of Dani, smiling at her, then picked up her clothes, walking ― no, gliding to the back room off the stage. I couldn’t believe that we’d seen what we’d just seen. How could any woman be that fuckin’ perfect?

April broke the spell that we all seemed to be in. I hadn’t been the only one. “Don’t think there’s any point in staying any longer, is there?”

No, as far as I was concerned, I wanted to get April home to her apartment, there was no point in waiting any longer. We agreed that as soon as our drinks were finished, it was time to go.

Another girl came on stage, but after the last woman, she hardly held any of our interest. And then I saw her, the mystery ‘perfect’ woman, walking around just below the front of the stage in our direction. She was wearing a very short leather skirt and a perfectly sheer blouse, nothing under it. She may as well have been naked from the waist up. Of course, she had been only a few minutes earlier, just not only ‘from the waist up.

She walked straight to our table, “Hi, my name is Anna,” except she pronounced it ‘Onna’ in the sexiest accent I think I’ve ever heard, “may I sit down?”

I think the four of us, in unison, all told her, ‘please do.’ Perhaps, it wasn’t time to leave just yet.

“You’re very beautiful,” she told my wife, “love your dress, wherever did you get it?” That accent! Her voice matched the sexiness of her body. She reached out, “May I?” she asked, her fingers just on the verge of touching Dani.

“Yes, of course,” Dani said, “and my boyfriend had it made, especially for me,” Dani’s voice was like silk, why had I never noticed that before this moment?

Anna’s fingers barely touched Dani’s breast, I couldn’t have torn my eyes away if the roof had fallen in. “You were very afraid to wear it tonight, were you not? I can tell.”

Dani hesitated to answer, “I nearly died when I put it on,” she said.

“You are a brave woman, most would not have,” her fingers squeezing Dani’s nipple, a moan escaping Dani’s mouth.

“Would you like some privacy? We have back rooms,” Anna ‘Onna’ asked. Dani’s body was shaking, her excitement oozing from every pore.

She took Dani’s hand and tugged slightly. Dani stood, ready to follow, I think to the end of the earth if necessary. “You will join us?” Anna asked the rest of us.

She led the way, leading Dani by the hand. Alan followed, then April and me, my hands on April’s waist. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

A moment later she led us through a door into a dimly lit room, flickering lights like candlelight, except there were no candles. There were several padded chairs, they looked expensive and were formed for comfort. Anna directed Dani to sit in one and the rest of us found another, April on my lap, her arm around my neck. She felt sooo good!

“Did you enjoy my little show earlier?” Anna asked Dani. Before she could answer, Anna began to seductively move, to caress her breasts, pull her nipples, standing directly in front of Dani, looking straight into Dani’s face with an expression of pure lust.

I couldn’t resist… and this time, April didn’t stop me. My hand found its way under her dress to her breast, massaging it. I felt her body shudder and heard her moan. Her breast underneath her soft, ‘barely there’ bra felt so unbelievably good. To say that I wanted April’s dress off would be the most obviously inane statement in history.

Anna began to unbutton her blouse, then stopped, “Would you like to?” she asked Dani.

Dani’s hands reached out, her fingers shaking, God, this woman was beautiful. ‘Onna’ looked down as Dani’s tentative fingers began to unbutton her blouse, “You may touch them if you’d like,” she told Dani, “I’d like you to.” That accent!

I didn’t know whether to watch Dani’s fingers or her face, that expression of lust. Dani’s shaking fingertips touched a breast through Anna’s thin blouse, then the other, too, squeezing her nipples, “Mmm, they like that,” Anna said, her nipples lengthening in front of our eyes. After a moment, Anna reminded her, “The buttons.”

Dani was breathing hard, the lust showing on her face, one hand returned to the immediate task at hand, removing Anna’s blouse, the other caressing one of those perfect breasts. Why was this woman not a supermodel? The name Brooklyn Decker came to my mind, remembering Sports Illustrated, over-the-top erotic.

Dani looked mesmerized as Anna’s blouse spread open, her fingers returning to Anna’s breasts, this time naked skin, “Have you ever sucked a woman’s breasts before?” she asked Dani as she shrugged her blouse off her shoulders.

Dani looked numb with her lust, nodding that she had. That night, with me, tied and blindfolded! Were there others? “Would you like?” Anna asked in that so incredibly sexy voice, brushing a nipple against Dani’s mouth.

Dani’s mouth opened, and Anna’s nipple and much of her breast disappeared inside it. April’s body ground down against me, and my fingers found their way underneath her bra, eliciting more moans.

“Ohh, it is forbidden…” Ahh, the way she said ‘forbidden’, stretching it out, with that accent, “but no one is watching…”

“Ahh, your mouth feels so good, like you’re enjoying this nearly as much as I,” Anna’s voice said, Dani’s sucking noises clearly audible.

The two of them continued, Anna’s hands on Dani’s face tugging her lips tighter onto her, her head back, eyes closed. Alan was going to be in for a treat later, there was no doubt. And I wasn’t going to be there to see it, devouring my own treat.

Anna pulled back her tit from Dani’s mouth, her nipple red and distended, both her hands going to Dani’s breasts. “I think…” Anna began, “any woman who wears such a dress must be dying to take it off…”

Dani looked around, there was a small stage, just a platform. “There? No, I… I just couldn’t,”

“No…” she motioned toward the other room, “there, the center stage…”

Dani’s face turned white, her body began to shiver.

“I was frightened my first time, too,” she said, “now… my husband, he is out there, somewhere. We are both attorneys, come here once every month… He fucks me so hard after… and I cannot get enough. I think… know you would love it, too.”

Attorney? That body, that voice… what the hell would she be like in a courtroom?

Dani was stammering, “What if… I’m a teacher, could be fired, if someone…”

“Takes your picture? Sees you and complains? I have never seen you here before, where are you from?”

“Washington State, eastern side,” she whispered, barely audible.

Anna smiled, “Then no one you know will be here, will they?”

“But… the internet… it could…”

“You saw the signs, they take it very seriously, there will be no video or photos,” Anna explained to her. She got a smile on her beautiful face, began to put her blouse back on, “the girls here, we are not strippers, Maddie ― she is a grocery store clerk; Amber, the redhead before me ― she is a travel agent; I am a defense attorney. We do this because it excites us. You will come out with me, you will undress me, I will undress you… only when you are ready.”

My wife was trembling, her eyes on mine, I was virtually in shock. Fuck, Dani was going to do this. Strip… in front of all those people! I shrugged my shoulders, I’m not the boss of her. Besides, here, she’s Alan Ryder’s woman, not mine.

Barely audible, I heard a tiny, “Yes,” come from Dani’s mouth. The blood had drained from her face. Mine, too. Alan’s smile couldn’t have been more obvious. Dani looked scared to death. My dick couldn’t have been harder.

“Wonderful! We will have so much fun. You will see. One piece of advice, find a person, man or woman, a face you would love to have between your legs… look at that person, make love with him… or her with your eyes, let them know that you are doing this for them and them alone… it is how I found you.”

She looked at the three of us, “Now, go, find your chairs. I will prepare your woman for the most exciting minutes of her life.”

But before we parted, she whispered into April’s ear. I didn’t hear what, only saw April’s blush and her response, “No, not without my husband.”

Had Anna just asked April…?

Would Dani, if I weren’t here?

My heart was pounding a hole in my chest as the three of us walked back into the main room minus my wife, my arm possessively around April, feeling that soft dress, her curves. But my mind was totally on my Daniella, wife of twenty-eight-almost-nine years. Our anniversary was in April, the 15th to be exact. I simply was not believing what was happening!

Our drinks were still on the table, exactly where we’d left them. I pulled out April’s chair like a gentleman and helped her comfortably sit, then sat and took a big drink of that Singapore Sling. I needed it. The thoughts in my brain were a jumble; Dani on that stage, right now it was a brunette, what was her profession, maybe an accountant? The fact that these were virtually all semi-amateurs doing this for the sexual gratification made their show so much more fun. No wonder Alan wanted to bring Dani, had he known what would happen? I glanced at him across the table, was that a smug look on his face?

He couldn’t have known, wouldn’t have known that Anna was here tonight, wouldn’t have known she’d pick Dani out from the crowd, he’d looked just as shocked at Anna’s revelations.

What was Anna telling Dani? How was she ‘preparing’ her? God, that voice, it was the sexiest voice I’d ever heard. Would Dani actually do it… or would she come to her senses? Was Anna right, ‘anyone wearing that dress was dying to take it off?’ Dani had been mortified… but she’d worn it. I closed my eyes and shivered, closing my eyes and seeing Anna lifting Dani’s dress above that thong, ‘you undress me and I’ll undress you’. Would we hear Dani’s moaning?

Was Dani thinking about me back there? Or just Alan, her lover, the man she’ll be madly fucking back at his house. How had Anna put it, ‘He fucks me so hard after — I cannot get enough.’ That would be Dani with Alan, not me. And I wouldn’t be there, the first time this trip, which made me think of April, the girl next to me, I’d be fucking her… and those toys I’d bought on the spur of the moment. God, my dick was hard!

I had no idea how long we’d been sitting there, the brunette was gone, replaced by a gorgeous blonde, and I hadn’t even noticed. The blonde was just unfastening her bra, and I could see the excitement on her face. God, she had big tits, she was standing right in front of us. Is that where Dani would be standing? She hadn’t come back to the table, did that mean she was going to go through with it?

I found out a very short time later, there was an announcer, I hadn’t heard him before, his low, gravelly voice, “And now a special treat folks, the lovely Anna…” he pronounced it ‘Anna’, not ‘Onna’ like she had, “has enticed a beautiful guest, Daniella, to entertain us.” I thought these places used fake names?

My heart was in my throat, I caught myself gripping April’s hand much too tightly as I saw my Dani walking through the stage door with Anna, holding her hand. Dani was wearing her dress, her face no longer white like it had been just moments before. She had on a pair of dangly earrings, a matching set of dangles on her wrist, cheeks red with rouge, bright red lipstick, that dress still showing just as much of her as before. Except now, she was on the ‘center stage’, all the room’s attention on her. God, she looked good.

‘Onna’ was wearing a completely different outfit, a modest button-up, sleeveless blouse, and skirt nearly to her ankles, her long hair in a bun on top of her head, a perfectly modest librarian ― or attorney in a courtroom, albeit a most beautiful one. Is this what she wears in court, I wondered?

Music began, not the loud, boisterous type from earlier; but soft, romantic. I had no idea what it was but it didn’t matter. These two women, this sexy minx, and my wife stood facing each other directly in front of our table, about a foot above us. My hand was in April’s lap, pressing against her, her hand over mine. Dani with a look of pure lust on her face; slowly, ever so slowly, the two women’s lips came together in one of the most seductive kisses I’d ever seen, lips softly molding together, opening. I couldn’t see it but imagined what Dani’s tongue, or Anna’s, must be doing. ‘Onna’ obviously knew how to kiss to match every other aspect of her eroticism.

Dani’s shaking hands began to unbutton Anna’s blouse; one, then two, then three, sliding it off her shoulders as she went, that kiss deepening into something else completely. If this had been ‘choreographed’, I thought the preparation had been forgotten and instinct taken over.

And a moment later, Dani backed away and slid Anna’s blouse off her body. She had on no bra underneath. Dani simply stared at the woman before her, perfect tits, upturned nipples, reaching out to touch them, licking her bottom lip like she wanted a nipple in her mouth, but remembering that ‘it is forbidden’.

April was pressing my hand into her pussy. She leaned toward me, tickling my ear with her tongue, and whispered to me, “I am bringing my husband here.” Did she mean what I thought she did?

Dani had reached up, pulled a pin from Anna’s hair, letting that beautiful bronze-colored hair fall to her perfect, naked back. She ran her fingernails over Anna’s tight tummy, slowly circling her breasts, not touching her nipples. Anna’s body was shivering, obviously enjoying this as much as Dani. Dani’s fingers slowly lowered back down, to the button and zipper on the side of Anna’s skirt.

They kissed again as Dani slowly lowered the zipper. Anna wiggled her butt a little and the skirt slid down, revealing she was naked underneath. The thought again went through my head, is this what she wears in the courtroom, known only to her? Did they know that one night a month, she becomes a femme fatale?

Anna’s perfectly feminine, feline-type body was once again completely naked.

Anna’s eyes were on us, whispering in Dani’s ear, loud enough to hear, “Your turn.”

She stepped behind Dani, turning her so she was looking out into the room, “Don’t forget, find someone, someone you’d love to… you know what.”

Dani looked around the room, finally settling in one place, giving a smile. I looked in the direction she was looking. There was a man sitting alone at a table, maybe thirtyish, but I’m a lousy judge of age. Good looking, dark, wavy hair, dark-skinned, like he spends a lot of time in the sun, flowery, like a Hawaiian shirt. He was smiling at her, like he knew. I was certain he was the one she was looking at.

Anna was nuzzling Dani’s neck, toying, teasing with her hemline, running her hands up and down Dani’s legs, occasionally cupping a breast.

“Tell me when you are ready. I will not do it until…” she said, her hands sliding up and down Dani’s legs right at the bottom of her dress.

Dani’s eyes were clamped tightly closed, “Yes… no…” she opened her eyes, finding her man about ten feet back, off to her left. I looked at him, he knew, staring at her intently like she was conveying what she was thinking, “Yes, now,” she softly said.

Anna’s fingers begin pushing up Dani’s legs, this time catching the hem of her dress and lifting, “You can tell me to stop any time,” she whispered.

Dani’s face was glowing with her sexual excitement, staring intently at her man, not saying a word, Anna lifting the hem of her dress, her red thong coming into full view, then her flat tummy. Dani stared at him, breathing deeply, her hips slowly undulating. Anna lifted it higher, to the bottom swell of her breasts, to her her areolae. My heart was pounding, my Daniella was being stripped naked, the star in a room full of a couple-hundred very red-blooded men and women… and one that was getting a very special, personal show. Yes, she was pretending to be Alan’s woman, but we both knew she was my wife, and now, my wife was being stripped bare.

Anna paused before exposing Dani’s nipples, “You okay?” she asked. Dani nodded, raising her arm, hips still swaying back and forth, forward and back… and a moment later, she was standing on the stage, spotlight on her, wearing nothing except a tiny, red thong, nipples so swollen, and hard, so fuckin’ turned on! What must the man she’s been lusting after be thinking? I tore my eyes away from my wife for just a moment, to him, to that smile, almost a smirk on his face, like he knew this show was for him… that she would be his for the asking.

Anna moved to the front of Dani, off to the side just a little, leaned over, and took one of Dani’s naked nipples in her mouth. Dani gasped, apparently, having no idea she was going to do that. The room erupted in a roar, I nearly passed out from the blood rushing from my head. Alan and April acted just as shocked.

Dani gripped Anna’s head, ground her hips and moaned, “I thought… thought… was forbidden…” Dani’s nipples were so sensitive, a direct connection to her pussy.

Anna pulled her mouth away, stretching out Dani’s already swollen nipple in the process, looked up at her, “It is… but nobody is watching…” then sucked her other breast into her mouth. Dani moaned, grinding her beautiful, red fingernails through Anna’s hair, only a couple hundred ‘nobodies’ watching.

Anna’s hand went down to the front of Dani’s thong, pressing, rubbing. Her mouth seemed to suck harder, “Your panties are so wet.” Anna said, pulling her mouth away from Dani’s tit. Dani moaned, I was wishing she had a microphone so everyone could hear as well as we could in the front.

Anna’s thumbs hooked on the little strap of Dani’s thong, “You ready to finish?” she asked.

That thong was all that stood between my wife and complete nudity. Well, that and her heels, but I didn’t think those counted for much. Dani didn’t answer so Anna removed her thumbs from under the straps and continued to rub with one hand and began squeezing a nipple with the other, Dani’s chest heaving. She squeezed her eyes closed and let out a little whimper. Finally, after what had seemed several minutes, there was a little, “Uhuh.”

“What,” Anna asked, “was that a yes?”

“Y―yes,” Dani mumbled, her eyes clamped shut.

“Don’t forget to look at your man… think what it would feel like for him to suck the fluids from your pussy, wrap his lips around your clit,” Anna said in that seductive, sexily accented voice. Dani opened her eyes, found the guy in the flowery shirt, and licked her lips, moving her feet slightly apart.

She hooked her thumbs over the thin elastic strap one more time and began to push down. I caught myself holding my breath as Anna began pushing away the last vestiges of my wife’s modesty. She stopped after only an inch or so, removing her hands, and whispering once again to Dani, “You do it… for your man.” The music had long since stopped, and the room was quiet, barely a sound except Anna whispering to Dani. I wondered if the guy Dani was staring at was able to hear what Anna was saying to her.

Dani hesitated, unsure what to do, and Anna took her hands, placing them where hers had been only a moment earlier, and gave a slight push, then pulled away, letting Dani complete the sexy job. She looked numb with lust as she stared at the man alone at the table, pushing her panties to the floor and stepping away from then, completely naked on stage.

God! What would Tom, her coworker she’s been flashing in the break room, think if he saw her now? What the hell do I think now?

Once again, Anna whispered to Dani, “Spread your legs apart, let him see his prize.” Dani did as asked, spreading her legs probably eighteen inches apart, never wavering her eyes from the man of her lust, her red, swollen pussy in full view.

Anna looked down Dani’s body, “Ohhh, yes,” she said, “I want you myself, to taste you.” Dani turned and the two women kissed, a long, lingering kiss.

It hit me, watching Dani, stark naked, kissing the beautiful Anna, also naked, in front of hundreds of people, something that I’d been thinking about for the past week. I hadn’t mentioned it because it was just a thought trying to form itself. Seeing Dani with Alan all week, then last night with Tevin, it was almost like she had a split personality; the school teacher, mom Dani, and the ‘sex’ Dani. But this is the real Daniella, the one I’m watching on that stage, the one that was with the eighteen-year-old Alan Ryder. She’s been repressed deep inside for all those years and finally emerged with just a little coaxing and circumstance, poking her head out gradually, little by little over the last months, sharing a life with the Daniella I’ve been married to for twenty-eight years.

And I was pretty damned sure that this Daniella, the real Daniella, was not hiding away anytime soon again. She was here to stay this time. I liked this Daniella! I just hoped I’d be able to keep her, but I was certain as I was sitting here watching her that she wasn’t going to be satisfied with the life we’d been leading.

If I’m not making a lot of sense here, there’s a reason for that. I’d just watched my wife do a striptease in a stripper joint, not exactly an everyday occurrence. My thoughts were a bit jumbled, kind of like shredded dollar bills and trying to put them back together again.

This ‘new’ Daniella Shore and Anna last name unknown, broke away from each other, picked up their clothes, and walked together backstage, holding hands. Those naked butts!

April looked at me, looking shaken, and said, “That was… just… holy shit!”

Yeah, ‘holy shit’! I couldn’t have thought of any more precise description of what had just happened.

“I am going to fuck you so hard when we get home!” She wasn’t doing a thing to alleviate the throbbing in my cock. “I am going to… when Brandon gets home… we’re coming here!” April said.

It was just a few moments later when Dani reappeared, walking toward us. The big change was that she didn’t have on the thong. We could see her naked pussy through the knit material. She sat back down beside Alan, saying in a more than a little shaky voice, “You have to get me out of here… so fucking horny! She said she’s going to be out in just a minute, to wait… but don’t know if I can.” And she leaned over, devouring Alan’s lips, gripping his dick through his pants, “I need this inside me… so bad!”

About then, Anna was approaching, except she stopped to whisper to the Hawaiian shirt guy… and handed him what looked to be Dani’s thong. They both looked our way, talked a few more seconds, then Anna walked our way. She had on the leather skirt and transparent blouse from earlier.

“Come with me,” she told Dani, extending her hands. Dani stood, following, led by the hand back to where he was seated, Anna spoke for a few seconds and he stood, following the two of them to one of the private rooms, out of our sight.

What the fuck? I hadn’t realized, but I’d apparently said it out loud. Alan answered, “It appears that our girl may not be through entertaining for the evening.”

I sat, stunned. And so fucking turned on! The past minutes went roiling through my mind, Anna lifting Dani’s dress off her, Dani pushing her panties off and standing completely naked, then what happened just seconds ago, Dani going to the back room with the guy she’d been ogling while getting naked. Those images would be ingrained in my mind for my lifetime, along with so many others. After the ‘Unfaithful’ movie Wednesday, Tevin, was he just last night? And so many others from the past week ― and even before.

I finally asked Alan, “Was any of that set up? Did you know?”

He shook his head, “I didn’t know any of it was going to happen. I’ve never seen Anna before tonight.”

I nodded, I believed him. We sat in silence, I took a long sip of my drink, what were they doing back there? There was another girl on the stage, but I’d lost interest, just wanting to get out of there, get April home… get Dani home!

Dani suddenly was back, walking toward us unsteadily, face flushed, nipples poking out through her dress, red and distended. “Go… now!” she demanded, pulling Alan’s hand behind her. I got up, pulled April’s chair, and helped her up, following out to Alan’s truck. Dani was breathing hard, walking fast, a woman on a mission.

She leaned against the hood of the truck, arms outstretched behind her, supporting herself on her elbows, feet a couple feet apart, “Fuck me, Alan… now!”

He acted surprised, looking around, “Babygirl… people…”

“Don’t… fucking… care! NOW!” she practically screamed, trembling. This, my wife?

Alan looked around the parking lot one more time, I followed his head movements, didn’t see anyone. April and I were standing to the side of Dani, my arm around her, crushing a tit in my fingers, her pressing her body back against me. I felt…

Alan dropped his slacks, right behind Dani… “Ahhh!” she screamed, body convulsing. He was inside her! Her dress pushed up out of the way, his thrusts so fuckin’ hard, each one lifting her up on her toes, each one eliciting a new scream, her head thrown forward and back.

I felt the impending crisis in my slacks, gave one last very quick squeeze to April’s nipple, and jammed my hand into my pants, squeezing hard, painfully, pinching the tip, nearly buckling myself over with the pain. I’d have given almost anything to have that cage on at that moment, last fuckin’ thing I wanted was to come right there in the parking lot.

“Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!” Dani was repeating, Alan thrusting his cock in and out of her, over and over again, her screams intensifying, oblivious to the fact that anyone in the parking lot, and probably further, was hearing her.

“Babygirl… you’re… your cunt… so fucking hot!” Alan was gritting his teeth, grimacing, “damn, damn, damn!”

Dani’s body was sprawled across the hood of the truck, legs spread apart, dress up past her waist, “Aaah, aaah… going to…” pushing her head up, screaming, her body convulsing, jerking, Alan’s thrusts becoming short, hard, so fucking hard, a roar coming from his mouth befitting the size of man he was.