By Gustav Jorgenson

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My wife Alison caught me staring at Maddy’s chest while she stretched luxuriously after dinner. Geoff’s young fiancé was slim and stacked and I just couldn’t help staring while she twisted her thin torso and made those big perky tits jut out. She looked super hot in that tight little red dress of hers, sitting among the glittering candles of the expensive, dimly lit restaurant. Alison kicked me under the table when she caught me staring.

“Ouch! What?” I complained.

“I saw you,” sniffed my wife.

“What happened?” asked Geoff with a grin.

“Nothing,” said Alison. Her lips were stiff.

“Oh, was Sam checking out these babies?” asked Geoff. He grabbed one of Maddy’s boobs and squeezed it, making her titter and slap his hand away.

“Bad boy, stop it, we are in public,” said Maddy with a sly grin. She looked around the restaurant and reached down into Geoff’s lap. We heard his fly come down. Alison put her hand to her forehead. “Ooh, you are really hard. Those oysters are working already.”

“Can you two try to control yourselves?” asked Alison. My wife looked around at the patrons at the other tables, but no one seemed to be taking note of us here, tucked away in our rich leather corner booth.

“I try to control him, but his sex drive is just uncontrollable, Alison,” said Maddy. Her arm was moving up and down under the table, and Geoff put his hands behind his head with a blissful expression on his face.

“Are you touching his thing?” hissed my wife. She kept glancing around the dining room of Chez Panisse, watching the servers go back and forth with trays of drinks and savory plates of gourmet food.

“Just a little,” giggled Maddy. “It’s the only thing that will satiate him when he gets like this.”

Maddy was only 25, clear skinned, well built, at the peak of fertility. It was no surprise to me that our middle aged pal Geoff had developed an insatiable carnal appetite for her. But I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t want another kick from my middle aged wife. Though she was still gorgeous in my eyes, she had a few wrinkles here and there, had put on some weight, developed a slight paunch. I could hardly complain given how fat I had grown myself over the years.

Geoff had stayed in shape pretty well. He had always been the ladies man, working out at the gym, dating much younger women. All of our mutual friends were amazed when he announced he and Maddy were getting married. We had all pegged him as a confirmed bachelor. And of course all the wives were scandalized to hear that Maddy was twenty years younger than Geoff.

“So Alison, Dana told me that you and she are part of some kind of amatuer burlesque troupe? Is that right? It sounds like such fun!” Maddy kept right on stroking her man under the table as she casually made conversation. My own penis grew stiff as I watched the young woman servicing my buddy’s member in public so carelessly. What an incredible freak she was.

My wife blushed at the mention of her burlesque. She had picked it up last year during a midlife crisis. She felt that men were overlooking her and paying more attention to younger women and she frankly admitted to me that she needed the attention. Burlesque had long been popular for chubby ladies in the Bay Area to strut their stuff, so she joined a little amatuer troupe that her friend Dana was part of. I didn’t think much of it. Alison was too embarrassed to invite me to the shows. I assumed it was just a bunch of fat older ladies dancing around in fishnets, stuffed into tight corsets like sausages, chubby cleavage pouring out, singing bawdy songs and high-kicking while meager audiences of friends and families stifled yawns and humored them.

“Uh, yes, I’m still doing a cabaret act once a month at the DNA Lounge in the city.” Alison wriggled in her seat, she seemed nervous for some reason.

Maddy put chin into one hand while the other hand was busy working Geoff’s johnson under the white tablecloth. Geoff was starting to breath faster, sweat was beading on his brow. “So what sort of act is it? Do you do a striptease?”

Alison gave me a strange look. “Well, we do mostly song and dance, but yes, I also have a sort of striptease act.”

“Oh that’s so wonderful that you are still exploring your sexuality as an older lady,” said Maddy.

“Older lady!” muttered Alison to me, rolling her eyes.

Maddy just ignored her and carried on talking and tugging Geoff simultaneously. “You know, Geoff’s friends are planning a bachelor party and I was a little concerned that some hanky panky would go on there. I lay awake at night with the image of some nubile stripper bouncing up and down on Geoff’s stiffy.” She looked at her husband and giggled as she gave him an extra vigorous tug.

“Honey, come on, we won’t do strippers,” said Geoff. He seemed to be having a hard time formulating sentences.

“Yeah right,” scoffed Maddy. Then she turned her attention back to my wife. “But I know men do need some sexy entertainment for a bachelor party, it’s only natural, so I thought ‘Hey, let’s get Alison’s troupe to provide the titillation.” Maddy turned to her future husband. “You would like that, wouldn’t you you dirty boy? To see Sam’s wife strip down to her underwear and dance for you and your pals?” Maddy was jerking furiously under the table now, biting her lower lip in concentration. The idea started to make me harder myself. Alison just sat and simmered, arms crossed. Geoff was staring into space his mouth hanging open stupidly.

Our server, a cheerful coed from Cal, blue eyed with a blonde ponytail, came to our table, oblivious of the handjob Maddy was inflicting on her fiancé. “Desert anyone?”

“Maybe she’ll even give you a lapdance,” growled Maddy. Geoff shuddered and leaned forward. Maddy kept jerking until he pulled her hand away from his groin. He gripped her thin wrist in his fist, lifted it above the table. A huge glob of semen was dangling from Maddy’s finger. She held it up for us all to see and seductively slurped it into her mouth. Then she turned to the server and said. “Nothing for me thanks, I’ve had my after dinner snack.”

The stunned coed watched as Geoff pulled the cloth napkin from his lap and put in on the table, it was soaked in the middle, and it slowly dawned on the server what had just happened. We watched the blush creep down from her cheeks to her neck. “Um, maybe I should give the other folks a few more minutes to decide?” she croaked and then turned and fled.

Alison ignored the fact that our dinner companions had just brought a handjob to climax. “So you want the older ladies to come and do a little harmless burlesque for your husband because we aren’t a threat the way a young sexy stripper would be, is that right?”

Maddy licked a bit more cum from between her fingers. “Well, you know, Alison, of course I’m not threatened by you and Dana.”

“Because we are old and fat.”

“I think you are both beautiful,” said Maddy. She reached her left hand, unsullied by semen out to touch my wife’s arm.

Alison pulled her arm away. “Well, I will have you know, that we strip down to a little less than underwear.”

“Uh, really?” I interjected. I could feel my pulse quicken even further, and it was already rapid from watching Maddy’s handjob.

“Oh, do you go down to pasties and merkins? That’s marvelous,” gushed Maddy.

“Wait what are pasties and merkins?” I asked. I felt funny in my gut.

Alison gritted her teeth. “Don’t worry about it, dear, just some things to, um, cover ourselves.”

“Uh, huh,” I had assumed that Alison’s stripteases were totally modest. It had never occurred to me that she was showing off much skin.

“Sounds hot,” said Geoff, finally recovering from his orgasm a bit and taking a drink of water.

“I don’t like the sound of my wife getting half naked around Geoff and and a bunch of our drunken pals,” I said. My body felt frozen, I could barely catch my breath, but my penis was still hard for some reason.

“Oh come on pal, don’t be jealous. Hey, if it helps any, I’ll have Maddy do a striptease for you to even the score,” said Geoff with a chuckle.

“She most certainly will NOT!” said my wife.

Maddy and Geoff laughed at my wife’s indignation. But my cock got even harder at the thought of seeing Maddy’s supple flesh exhibited for my enjoyment.

“I would be happy to do a little striptease for Geoff and the boys,” said Alison. “It’s been so long since he’s been with a woman his own age, it might be good for him to become reacquainted with the charms of a mature female form.” She put her hands under her big bosom and shook her tits at Geoff.

“Yowza!” giggled Maddy.

“Can’t wait to see those bad boy uncovered,” added Geoff with a leer.

“I’m not sure about this,” I said.

“Don’t be silly, Sam, it’s already settled,” said Maddy airily.

As we walked out to our car, after paying and bidding Geoff and Maddy adieu, Alison was fuming.

“That little slut is just so smug, so, so superior,” said my wife. “I’ll show her a thing or two. Geoff won’t know what hit him.”

“Alison! What are you saying?” I gasped.

My wife squeezed my hand. “Oh, don’t worry darling. I’m just feeling that resentment that older woman feel toward younger women sometimes. Older women are so marginalized by our society, she doesn’t even see me as a sexual agent. It’s of no concern to her whatsoever that I might strip for her husband. She doesn’t view me as competition at all. She is so secure in her youth and her goddamn unwrinkled face.”

“Well you are a married woman,” I offered.

“That’s beside the point,” she said.

“Is it though? I mean I don’t like the idea of you doing a striptease for Geoff and a bunch of the other guys we know, it’s not really something a married woman should be doing. I don’t want to be a stick in the mud, but I don’t think you should do this just to prove to Maddy that you still have sex appeal. I mean what do you intend to do? Get naked and let Geoff fuck you or something?” My mouth went dry at the very thought of my loyal wife of twenty years stripping for my friend and offering her body to him.

Alison was silent for a moment. “This isn’t about you or our marriage. I need to do this for me, honey. For my own self-esteem. Can you understand that?”

“You want to strip for a bunch of guys to improve your self-esteem?” I snorted. “That doesn’t sound very feminist of you.”

“A feminist does what she wants,” said Alison with a shrug.

“Nice.” But that was the end of the conversation.

The next day, our friend Brandon appeared at our home unannounced. I invited him in, sat him at the kitchen table, gave him a beer.

“What are you doing here, pal? I wasn’t expecting you.

“Oh, didn’t Alison tell you I was coming over?” he asked. Brandon is a big beefy fellow, plays rugby on the weekends, but he seemed to sort of shrink down in his seat. “Uh, you know, I’m in charge of the planning for Geoff’s bachelor party and Maddy is forbidding us to hire a stripper, which is so ridiculous. I mean since when does the bride-to-be have any say in the matter, you know?”

“Right,” I said. I watched the sunlight streaming in through the kitchen window, lighting up our bright and cheerful kitchen. “But you said Alison knew you were coming over?”

My wife appeared at the door in jeans and a t-shirt. “Oh, hi Brandon.” She seemed oddly coy around our old friend.

Brandon was equally shy with my wife, avoided looking at her. “Hey, Alison.”

“What’s this about?” I asked, feeling my stomach tighten.

“Well, you know, uh, Maddy wants Alison to do her burlesque thing, but Geoff really wants a proper sex show for his party. I mean we all do really…”

“Right.” I said. My throat felt tight.

Brandon wouldn’t look me in the eye, peeled the label from his beer which was already empty.

“Let me get you another,” offered my wife. She brought Brandon a beer and one for herself. He gave her a weak smile of thanks.

“Why are you here, Brandon?” I asked. I felt light headed.

“I mean, no one really wants some weak ass burlesque show. No offense, Alison,” said Brandon.

“None taken,” said my wife. She drank several big gulps of beer.

“I mean, Geoff is the original pimp, player extraordinaire. He’s had so many women over the years, we’ve all lost count.” Brandon seemed a bit more relaxed as he made his way through the second beer.

I relaxed a bit myself. “Oh, so you are here to talk her out of it?” I said.

“No, he’s here so I can convince him that we will do a proper sex show, one worthy of Geoff’s big send off into monogamy,” said my wife.

“What?” I croaked, nearly choking on my own beer.

Brandon looked at his hands.

“I asked Brandon here so I could give him a little private preview,” said Alison. She was blushing, but met my gaze.

“Private?” I said.

“Private,” replied my wife.

“Brandon?” I asked.

“I know this is weird, bud, believe me.”

“So it’s her job to convince you that she will be as slutty as any stripper we could possibly hire?” I asked. My face felt hot. I slammed my empty beer on the table.

“Shh, shh,” said my wife. She came over and started kneading my shoulders. I felt my tension and anger drain away as she massaged me. “It’s not like that, baby. It’s just a little preview to show that I am a legitimate performer that knows how to entertain and titillate.”

“Uh, huh,” I said, but I could feeling my resistance fading as she worked my back muscles with her knuckles.

“It’s very classy, don’t worry,” she whispered in my ear and kissed my ear lobe.

“So can I watch too?” I asked.

“Nope,” she whispered.

“Why not?”

“It will cramp my style,” she purred.

I felt myself getting hard. But I said nothing. That was one hell of a back rub, I felt like jelly.

“Ok, well, that’s settled then,” chirped my wife. “Come on Brandon, let’s go the bed room.”

“Um, ok,” he said. “See you in a few, pal.”

Brandon dwarfed my wife, her tiny pale hand disappeared into big brown tanned fist, as she led him by the hand out of the kitchen. I sat there in a daze for a few moments. Then I came to my senses a bit and ran down the hall to the bedroom only to find the door locked.

“Alison, the door is locked,” I said.

“I’m getting changed, darling,” she cried.

“With Brandon in there with you?”

“Of course.”

I stood there fuming for a moment. What sort of bullshit was this? My wife changing in front of another man. Was I just supposed to put up with this. I rapped on the door.

“Please don’t interrupt, dear. I’m starting my routine,” shouted my wife. I could hear an edge of annoyance in her voice, but then I heard music coming from within. Brash 60’s stripper music with a lot of leering trombone.

I tried to listen at the door, but the music drowned out all other sounds except for an occasional “Yeah baby!” or “Sweet jesus!” from Brandon. Then there was just the music for a while and my imagination ran wild picturing my wife contorting nude before him while Brandon drank in the sight of her body. Finally the music stopped and I heard a murmured discussion, but I couldn’t make out the words. A few minutes later the door opened and Brandon filled up the doorframe, he was tucking his shirt back into his jeans for some reason.

“Yeah, so, I think this is going to be a good show, super hot,” he said. He wouldn’t look me in the eye. Alison was there behind him in her satin robe, her legs exposed, clad in fishnets. She gave Brandon a nudge. “I mean classy, super classy.” He pushed past me and hurried down the hall. “I’ll see you guys later,” he called over his shoulder.

“Thanks Brandon, I had fun,” called my wife as the door slammed behind him.

I looked at Alison’s sexy calves in her slutty stockings. “What are you wearing under there?” I asked her. “How far did you go?”

“Never you mind,” she said smugly, drawing the robe around her waist and pushing me away as I tried to pull it open. She ducked back into the bedroom and locked the door on me again. I went back to the kitchen and opened another beer, paced back and forth in the sunshine, brooding in spite of the beautiful Northern California day outside.

Alison appeared in her t-shirt and jeans again and I was about to lay into her when my phone rang. It was Geoff.

“Hello?”

“Hey buddy,” he said. “Look, I just talked to Brandon and he convinced me that we should let Alison do the burlesque thing.”

“Yeah, about that,” I said, feeling my anger rising.

“Hold on, hold on, Maddy has agreed to do the striptease for you in exchange. It will be fun, like wife-swapping. But you can’t tell Alison, or she will throw a fit.”

That stopped me dead in my tracks. I looked at my wife guiltily, who was looking back at me guiltily.

She crossed her arms. “Who is it?” she asked.

“Geoff,” I admitted.

“What’s he saying?” she asked.

I held up and finger and walked into the other room with the phone pressed to my ear. The thought of sexy young Maddy stripping down for me made me forget all of my jealousy over Alison stripping for Brandon or anyone else for that matter.

“I think I can agree to that,” I told him.

“Ha, I’m sure you can. I told Maddy not to hold back. To give you a nice show. You deserve a thrill after fucking the same woman for twenty years.”

“Ok, but I don’t want Alison to do the same for you,” I said.

“Don’t do WHAT for him?” demanded my wife, who was following close on my heels.

I covered the mic of the phone. “I don’t want you stripping naked,” I told her. She didn’t answer, just looked at the ground and bit her lip.

“Alison’s gonna do whatever she wants, neither one of us can stop her,” laughed Geoff.

“Yeah, that’s probably true,” I said.

“So you understand that you can’t come to the bachelor party, right?” he said.

I gulped. “Yes, I understand.

“Don’t worry, it will be a good swap, I assure you.”

“I hope so.”

“Cool. Seeya, buddy.” And he hung up.

Alison was looking at me.

“Geoff said that I can’t come to the bachelor party. It would ruin the vibe, I guess,” I said.

“Are you going to be OK with this, dear?” she asked me tenderly.

The thought of Maddy’s body filled my mind. “Yes, dear, I will do my best.”

Alison bit her finger thoughtfully and turned away. What a crazy situation.

***

The night of the bachelor party, Alison’s chubby friend Dana was over at the house, ruddy faced and frantic, the two were locked in the bedroom for hours. When my wife emerged now and then, she was waving her sweaty palms.

“I’m as nervous as a school girl,” she laughed.

I felt the same way. My cock stiffening whenever I picked the seductive Maddy peeling off her clothes for me. Would she give me the same manual stimulation that she gave Geoff in the restaurant?

“Honey, remember. I truly truly love you, and I am SO SO grateful that you are letting me do this,” said Alison when all her bags were packed and the Uber was waiting out front. I looked at her in her sequined stripper gown, corset accentuated her hourglass figure, narrow waist, big boobs, wide hips, high slit up the side, showing off those amazing legs, a bit of white thigh peeking out above the top of her fishnets, long black stripper gloves covering her pale arms to the bicep. And I wished that I could be there to watch her.

“You look amazing,” I told her earnestly. And she gave me a peck on the cheek and was walking away. I watched her ass swaying back and forth in the tight dress with interest until the door closed behind her. I texted Maddy that the coast was clear as we had agreed, and I went to pour myself a drink and wait for her. My own palms felt sweaty with anticipation and my stomach was full of butterflies. I nearly leapt from my chair when the doorbell rang. I ran to get it and found Maddy there in a long brown trenchcoat, only a bit of stocking clad ankle visible. I ushered her inside.

“Hey, uh, I’m glad you could make it,” I stammered.

“Ha, I’ll bet.” Her eyes were twinkling with merriment as she held her trenchcoat closed with one hand. She took the bourbon from my hands with her other hand and drank it down. Then she tossed the empty glass aside, sending it bouncing across the thick shag carpet of our living room and took me by the hand, lead me to the couch and pushed me suddenly back down upon it.

Without another word, she pulled open her trenchcoat and revealed that she had nothing on beneath it but a lacy black bra, and panties, thigh high stockings, and high heels.

“How does this work for you?” she asked sweetly as she discarded the coat.

“Um, works great,” I said. I felt my penis stiffen instantly at the side of her white young flesh, so fresh and tender. I could see her hard nipples through her transparent bra, her flat navel and silky thighs called out to me to stroke them.

“Have you got a boner yet?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah,” I laughed nervously.

“Let me see,” she urged, looking at the admittedly modest bulge in my crotch with interest.

“Wow, I don’t know,” I balked. This all seemed to be going so fast. I had not shown my cock to any woman beside my wife in over twenty years and I was feeling bashful.

Maddy casually unhooked her bra and cast it aside. “Come on, don’t play hard to get with me,” she giggled. “Want to feel my boobies in you face?” She dangled her luscious soft tits right in my face, their gentle weight pressed on my cheeks as she gripped my shoulders to steady herself. I turned my head and felt one hard nipple brush past my lips, but somehow I lacked the nerve to suck on it and it passed out of reach.

Maddy stood back and held her round milky orbs in her hands, pinched those amazing pink nipples and pouted. “What’s the matter, don’t you like me?” she asked.

“This is all just so intense,” I said. My mouth was bone dry and my cock was straining in my pants.

“Here, I will show you pussy if you show me your dick,” she offered. And the shameless girl pulled her panties right off and flashed that gorgeous trimmed, light brown bush for me. She even reached down between her legs and spread her labia so I could see some pink. She came so close I could smell her and I frantically unzipped my pants and pulled them down to my knees, letting my rather unimpressive erection come popping out.

“Oh,” she said, sounding disappointed when she saw my four inch boner. Then she laughed. “That’s so cute. You have a little hardon for me.”

“Ha, uh, yeah.”

“Do you want to try to fuck me with that thing?” she asked, her cheeks dimpling sweetly as she stood nude before me, her nubile young womanhood on full display.

“I mean, that’s really not what I was expecting,” I said. My mind was reeling. Could this really be happening?

“Are you sure?” she asked. She came and straddled me, lowered herself down until the head of my cock was nudging up against her hairy pussy lips. I reached up and gripped her waist and was about to pull her down unto me, when she gave a giggle and leapt back up.

“You have to catch me first,” she laughed and ran off. I stood to try to follow her, but my pants were tangled around my ankles and I fell right down and banged my nose hard on the side table. I went from full on horny to seeing stars in two seconds. My face was numb for a moment, then my nose turned cold and pain came rushing in. I climbed to my knees, my poor pecker limp now and exposed, reached up, felt the blood dripping from my nostrils.

Maddy gave a cry and came running over to help me. “Oh my god, what happened, Sam?”

“I banged my nose somehow,” I groaned.

She helped me up, her bare boob brushing my arm as she put me back onto the couch and pulled my pants back up for me. Her amazing tits dangling, I refrained from reaching out to grab them, and just watched in disappointment as she chastely buttoned up my trousers for me.

“Oh my gosh, this really was too much for you, honey,” she said. She bent down to grab her coat and I saw her swollen cunt lips from behind, poking out between those sweet, sweet thighs, and I sighed with longing. But she wrapped herself back up in that long brown coat, covering her nakedness and went and sat on a chair across the room.

“I thought we might try to have a little fun, but I guess that was a bad idea,” she said.

“I mean, I thought you were just going to do a strip tease, like my wife is doing for Geoff, not go all the way.”

“Well of course, she is going to go all the way with Geoff, silly. Strippers always do, and besides she has something to prove,” said Maddy. She had a big smile on her face and was twirling one high heeled foot excitedly.

“You mean you expect my wife to fuck your husband and you aren’t jealous?”

“Oh, no, she is no threat to me, even if she fucks him. I’m in my prime and I know it. I’m not afraid of her, no offense.”

“Well, I mean, she technically is still fertile, she hasn’t reached menopause,” I said in my wife’s defense.

Maddy waved her young fertile hand dismissively, “But she is too old to give Geoff babies. That’s all that matters.” She noticed the look on my face. “I think our generation is a little less uptight about sex than yours is, and a little more keyed into certain realities.” She paused and looked at me. “It would have been interesting to fuck that little penis of yours. Geoff has been stretching me out with his huge thing. Your wife is going to be in for a surprise.”

“Nice. But my wife is not going to fuck Geoff.” I felt a little less confident the moment the words were out of my mouth. Maybe she would. I wished I hadn’t tripped over my damn pants. I might be getting some fertile pussy myself right now. Instead blood was dripping down from my nostrils onto my shirt.

Maddy’s eyes flashed. She showed me all her pearly whites. “Want to bet?” She jumped up and came over to pull me to my feet. “Come on, let’s go over there and see.”

I hesitated. “But won’t that break up the party when the bride to be and the stripper’s husband show up?”

“We can hide in the bushes and peek in through the window,” she giggled.

“Oh my god,” I said. But I had to know. Would my wife really do such a thing to boost her ego? So twenty minutes later, there Maddy and I were, crouched in the bushes outside the living room window of Geoff’s large home in Berkeley’s exclusive Elmwood neighborhood.

We peeked in the window to see that Geoff was sitting on a chair set in the middle of the room, all the other chairs and couches were arranged in a circle around him and most of our male friends were sitting there. A bunch of empty bottles gave evidence that everyone was already drunk. Dana and my wife were dancing before Geoff. Dana was already stripped down, practically nude, wearing only tassels on her nipples and a tiny pink heart somehow pasted over her crotch. I was surprised at how sexy she looked. She was fat but smooth and well built with huge tits and a giant ass which retained some shape to it. Alison still had a bra and some tiny panties on along with her gloves and fishnets. She was moving in sinewy motion, wiggling her hips back and forth.

The windows were cranked open a bit to let in the summer air, some modern R&B came pouring out instead of the archaic 60’s sax music she played when stripping for Brandon. I was mesmerized by the way my wife worked her body, undulating her belly and thrusting her groin provocatively toward Geoff as the men were all converted to monkeys, hooting over the sound of the music.

Dana helped Alison unhook her bra and her big white tits came pouring out, big pink nipples fully exposed, no pasties attached. All the men went into an uproar and Maddy was giggling beside me.

“Your wife does have amazing tits still,” she laughed. “Makes up for the pot belly.”

But no one was paying attention to the bit of flab around my wife’s middle as she swung her big tits back and forth. I watched in sick fascination as all of my close friends got a nice look at my wife’s bare chest. Then she came close to Geoff and he wasted no time and grabbed them and started sucking her nipples while she covered her mouth in mock surprise.

I felt a little like puking as I watched Geoff squeezing my pretty little wife’s big knockers, licking and sucking on them to his heart’s delight while all of my friends watched. It was so humiliating, but I still felt a boner growing in my pants as I watched.

Then Alison pulled away and began wriggling out of her panties. Again, no little merkin hid her womanhood, and her neatly trimmed bush was on display for all to see. She turned around and let everyone look at her nice round white ass too, perfectly curved, with well defined cheeks. My pal Simon from work couldn’t help himself and he came up and grabbed my wife’s butt and felt her up until Dana ushered him back to his seat and stuck her boobs in his face to motorboat as a consolation prize. It was clear that Alison’s dance was meant for Geoff first and foremost. I watched in shock as my wife, naked now but for her stockings and gloves, knelt before Geoff and unzipped his fly to release his massive boner. Maddy wasn’t kidding, it was at least 8 inches long and Alison gasped at the sight of it. She held it in her gloved hand and stroked it, miming her delight and amazement to the onlookers as she worked his big chunk of meat.

“There she goes,” whispered Maddy, nudging me in the ribs as my wife’s head went down and she started sucking his cock. The music paused, the room was silent for a moment before, the beat dropped and everyone started shouting in amazement. All our friends cheering as my wife sucked off our pal Geoff in front of everyone. I felt something shriveling inside me, but my cock stayed hard. Up and down on his cock, she sucked.

“She can’t get enough of that dong,” teased Maddy, but I shushed her, staring in fascination. How could my wife do this to me? Didn’t she love me any more?

The world seemed to go into slow motion as Alison climbed slowly to her feet and straddled Geoff, her furry bush descending down onto her straining cock. We all watched as the tip of Geoff’s dick stabbed into my wife and she cried out in pleasure, cradled his head in her arms, buried his face in her naked bosom. My good friend has his dick fully inserted up inside my wife. I was seeing someone else fuck her, observing from a distance an act she and I had performed countless times. It was jarring but I couldn’t help being aroused at the sight. Would this break our marriage though? I examined my feelings. Would I divorce her over this? The idea seemed ridiculous. I more worried she would run off with another man.

Finally, Maddy’s cork snapped. “Wait, he doesn’t have a condom on, he promised he would wear a condom.” She turned to me, her face a mask of anger, all hint of merriment was gone now. “Is she on the pill or IUD?”

“Uh, no…”

“That fucker!” shouted Maddy and she scampered out of the bushes and in through the back door with me hot on her heels. I didn’t want Geoff to knock up my wife any more than Maddy did.

No one seemed to noticed when Maddy and I burst into the room. Everyone was busy watching my wife slide up and down on Geoff’s thick pole, slick with her juices as Geoff gripped her big butt and slurped on her nipples.

There was a bit of confusion when Maddy came and physically pulled Alison off of Geoff. And the guys noticed me too and many of them looked chagrined. But Alison just pushed Maddy away and lay back on the floor, spreading her legs, inviting Geoff to mount her missionary style.

Geoff looked from his own livid fiance standing before him to my wife’s wet pink snatch open, offered so freely while his own cock bobbed, still wet from fucking, yearning to reunite.

“Baby, come on, we had an agreement,” said Geoff as he got down onto the ground and climbed on top of my woman, who was eager to receive him.

He and Alison both gasped as his big cock slid home.

“But you aren’t wearing a condom!” whined Maddy, stamping her foot in frustration.

No one paid attention to her as Geoff worked up steam, his thrusts into my wife slowly building momentum until he was pounding away on her. I watched as he pinned my willing wife’s arms above her head, watching from behind as his big hairy balls slapped my woman’s ass.

Alison was moaning in abandon now. I looked over to see that Simon had gotten Dana’s pasties and merkin off of her, had her down on all fours, and was fucking the fat housewife from behind as he watched Geoff owning my wife. Good thing Dana’s husband had to work that afternoon and wasn’t here to be humiliated the way I was.

Geoff gave a moan and we could all see his balls pulsating as he emptied his load inside my wife. Maddy gave a shriek and pulled him off of Alison.

“Don’t you dare cum inside her, she could get pregnant!” she screamed.

“Too late,” he grunted, shoving his little future bride aside, his cock spray spurts of hot jizz into my wife’s bush as Alison greedily grabbed at his ejaculating cock and guided it back inside her. She seemed to climax as he ground his pelvis bone against her clit, filling her with as much of his seed as he could.

Maddy was so frustrated, she kicked him right in the nuts from behind, which finally got his attention.

He rolled over and curled into fetal position as his furious wife harangued him. She had forgotten to hold her coat closed and we all had a nice view of her naked body. She was hot when she was angry.

“Sorry baby, I never meant for you to see this,” cooed my wife as she lay there, full of Geoff’s cum.

“Right, you wanted to DO it, just not have me see it,” I said. But I was too shocked to even be angry. I even watched with equanimity as Tom from my office drunkenly bent down and stuck his erect penis right into my wife’s mouth. She gagged for a moment, but soon started stroking it an sucking it for him. She was a good sport about it. And pretty soon our neighbor Ed rolled her over and fucked her from behind while she sucked off Tom and before long, half the guys I knew had either fucked my wife and cum inside her or gotten sucked off by her. She was utterly coated in jizz by the end of the night and everyone patted me on the back and congratulated me on being so open minded and having such a sexy wife. But I was just numb and watched the whole thing as though in a dream.

Oddly, after that fiasco, Maddy still married Geoff. She seemed determined not to allow Alison to break up their marriage. And Alison, not to outdone, kept trying. She spent half of her nights with Geoff, fucking him in front of Maddy, or in a threesome with Maddy, and even had his child, which at 45 was ridiculously dangerous. I was the laughing stock of all our circles, but somehow couldn’t bring myself to divorce her. Even after the video of the bachelor party orgy made its way onto Facebook and everyone in my family saw it. I just sort of accepted my humiliation. At least Alison had finally proven her fertility and I sort of enjoyed being a father for the first time, even if the entire world knew that Geoff Jr. wasn’t really my son.

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