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“Teri,” he blurted out.
“You come too,” the dancer said with a cute high pitched voice that didn’t really fit her tall lean body. She meant me, so I blushed as well and she took my hand, and led us to a special area they had in back. The booths there had a curtain and she ushered us into one.
Now, when you waltz off into privacy with a gorgeous exotic dancer, the first thing that does, but should not, pop into your head is sex. They endure thousands of horny guys and even some girls too, wanting them, dreaming of them, and fantasizing about them. This is normal, but it was ridiculous to think they might feel the same of you. They aren’t sluts, contrary to popular belief. However, irrational as it might be, those thoughts suddenly flood into the back of your mind. They did, and I blushed as she watched us with an alluring grin.
In our defense, Brad’s a handsome guy. I see the ladies peeking at him when they think I’m not watching. He’s tall, athletic and has a great smile. I’m not too shabby myself, if I may say so. When I get dolled up, I turn heads. But you have to understand, if you’ve never seen a stripper, a Vegas stripper, they are drop-dead gorgeous. They look like they just up and walked out of a lingerie catalogue.
So as we entered the booth, I couldn’t help but fall Hard Core Porn prey to that common mistake and wonder if she got turned on dancing for people. I can’t imagine she did, doing it day and day out, for anyone who asked. But we all like to think we’re the exception, right?
The leopard print beanbag chair inside was huge and we slumped down into its plushness. I thought we might sink in and disappear but it held us both side by side. I giggled at Brad who was trying so hard to pretend he was completely put out by this. Closing the curtain behind her, she wasted no time and began.
I was completely unprepared. What I imagined they would dance like was completely different than real life. Especially in private and so not like it was on stage. The gentle sway of her hips, the gyration of her pelvis and the smooth gliding touch of her hands against her own breasts had me growing moist between the legs before the first minute elapsed. I was spellbound, staring in awe. How she could just touch herself like that, for us, while we watched? Well, it was amazing.
She dropped to her knees, straddling Brad’s Adult hard Porn legs and grinding her thong against his thigh as she pulled off her bikini top and tossed it to me. My hand didn’t respond, even as I told it to catch it and my mouth was permanently agape I think. She had perfect, conical, and pert breasts that I would kill for. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the skimpy little slip of cloth covering her pussy as she dry fucked my husband’s leg. I wasn’t quite expecting that much contact from a lap dance, table dance, or whatever they call them.
Her lithe body rolled in a fluid motion timed to the heavy pulsing music as her dark brown eyes gleamed with a sultry hint of mischief. Brad was blushing furiously as the first song ended, gathering his hands from where he had them pinned under his butt, as if to leave, but she didn’t stop. I was frozen, staring with amazement and I confess, a bit of lust. She was so beautiful and it was strangely arousing to watch her seduce Brad.
Another song began and she stood over him, shifting her hips left, then right, and then left again to the beat of the music as she wiggled out of her carnation pink thong. She left it like shackles about her ankles as she smoothed her caramel hands across her glittery skin, caressing herself in ways that made me blush for the moist warmth I felt between my legs.
Turning, I watched my husband, his eyes glossy with that hunger that I knew quite well. He was enjoying the dance immensely. Call me weird, but I was getting hot seeing him all aroused and didn’t care that she was the one making him hard. I knew I would be the one to reap the rewards, so why should I care?
The dancer, whose name I still can’t remember, turned around and dropped to her knees once more. With sensual rolls of her body, she backed her firm little ass up against Brad’s crotch, grinding against him. I laughed as he did everything in his power not to reach out and touch her. I can’t say I blamed him. She was so sexy and that perfect ass was just so tempting.
She turned back, winking at me with a playful grin and all I could do was blush and grin right back. She knew we were not only enjoying the scene, but rookies to boot. At least she seemed to be having just as much fun as we. If the fact that our jaws had dropped into our laps wasn’t clue enough, my erect nipples and the tent forming in Brad’s shorts was.
“Is he hard?” she asked with that cute little voice. Without bothering to check, I nodded and we both blushed. It didn’t take a rocket scientist, but I followed her gaze past her ass to the swell in Brad’s khaki shorts. She looked back to me with those dark mesmerizing eyes. Those plump luscious lips parting into a bright smile was a little captivating. Everything little thing she did turned me on.

Mine was on vacation in Las Vegas. Could there ever be a more fitting place to say farewell to an inhibition? Or three?
Brad and I had only been married two years and recently graduated from the newlywed syndrome. We still had sex. A lot. But it wasn’t like it used to be. You know how it is. Always touching, looking for any excuse to go at it like rabbits. Five times a day and it wasn’t enough. These days, five times a week was the norm.
The IRS kindly afforded us a big return so we decided You Porn to splurge. We were doing okay at a time when the rest of the world was in dire economic straits, so we said ‘what the hell’. Throwing caution to the wind, I made a call to our travel agent, packed up an overnight bag and we hopped a plane to the neon city of lights.
Wanting to use most of our money for gambling we skipped on a suite and opted for a tiny room at an off boulevard hotel. It didn’t matter. All we needed it for was sleeping, fucking and a place to shower.
The first night we wasted half our cash gambling, saw a show, ate like pigs and drank way too much. It was a blast. But the second night was our indoctrination to the catch phrase of ‘what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas’.
Brad was too embarrassed to ask me if we could go see some of the adult entertainment available, but I like to think I’m a fairly empathetic wife. I could sense it. His eyes would stray towards the never ending stream of posters advertising burlesque shows or erotic dancers. Truth be told, I was curious myself.
I wouldn’t have said I was bisexual, but beautiful women were certainly a pleasure to see. A naked one was even more exciting I suppose, but it was more how it affected Brad. He wouldn’t ever let on, thinking it a bad thing for a husband to like or enjoy, but I wasn’t foolish enough to think any man wouldn’t be happy to see a naked hot chick. We all wish it weren’t true. A nice fantasy, but guys are wired that way.
I took it upon myself to make sure we hit one of the many erotic dance clubs on the strip, since he wouldn’t. Without asking, I grabbed his hand and lead him inside a cheesy looking club. The leopard skin print and pink fur that lined damn near every single thing in the club was tacky, but not out of place.
He blushed but followed as I grinned at him. We had both put Porno away several drinks and I was feeling pretty relaxed. I could do this. I found us a booth that was close enough to the main stage to give us both a little buffer and a great view of the dancers.
If Brad had been in a strip club before, he didn’t let on. Everything seemed as new to him as it was to me. We ordered drinks and bashfully watched three dancers in succession before we felt comfortable enough to participate in the atmosphere.
Blaming everything on the drinks would be blatantly false, but you have to understand how I am when I drink. Alcohol is like throwing gas on the fire. I confess that I become a complete nymphomaniac. Okay, slut if you will. I admit it.
We began discussing each dancer, comparing which ones we thought were hot. Honestly, they all were, but I had my favorite. Brad was resistant to fess up which one got him going. After sucking on his earlobe for a minute, he caved in and confessed to liking the tall mocha-skinned girl.
Her nationality was a mystery, probably a mix of Pacific Islander and African, but she was gorgeous. Admittedly, I was a little jealous at first. Being in my late twenties, I wasn’t exactly chopped liver, but I wasn’t tight like the dancer. Few women were. Still, I could definitely understand why she was his favorite.
I waved to her when she left the stage and she came straight over. Brad groaned and I laughed. He knew what a mischievous little wench I can be.
“Can you do a table dance for my hubby?” I asked, a little surprised at my bravery. She smiled and nodded and we both looked to Brad who was blushing brightly.

It had been a long winter and she was growing tired of the cold. She was trying hard not to be pissed at her husband for moving her to the north. Today was a particularly bad day with temps only getting into the 20’s. She came home from work that Wednesday and he was waiting for her with a glass of wine and a big smile.
“Thanks. I might need some hot chocolate instead Sex Tube of the wine. What are you smiling about?”
“Got a surprise for you.”
Her mood immediately improved as she looked at him expectantly. He reached under the counter and took out a bag and handed it to her. Smiling, she pulled out the tissue paper and extracted the gift. It was a floral print thong bikini. Her first thought was disappointment, but he quickly announced, “we’re going to Bermuda for the weekend, but there is one condition.”
“What?”
“You have to be willing to wear this thong bikini, he said as he held up a tiny piece of blue and yellow cloth.
She was not sure what to say, so she just nodded her approval.
That night she nuzzled up next to him and started to gently stoke his cock. “Thanks for the weekend. I really need to get away from this cold weather.” He did not respond verbally, but his fast growing cock gave her the hint she needed. She slipped under the covers and gave him the best blow job ever. This led to a torrid lovemaking session that ended with her on her knees with her face buried in a pillow as he rode her from behind. Her third orgasm was particularly satisfying.
On the plane they were placed in the back seat since their flight had been booked so late. It was already dark when they took off for the evening flight to Bermuda. Chilly, she took a blanket out of her carry on and spread it over their laps. Almost immediately, she felt his hand on her upper thigh. She responded quickly by reaching over and grabbing his cock. She could feel it start to get hard almost instantly. His hand pressed into her crotch and she squeezed him harder. There were too many others nearby to take this any further, but they both knew where this was heading.
By the time they got to the hotel and had a Hot Adult drink from the booze they’d packed, it was getting late. It had been a long week and they both agreed they needed sleep more than sex. Besides, morning sex was the best.
At 11a.m. she pulled on the thong bikini bottoms he’d given her. She felt a tenderness as the thong touched the soft tissue of her back hole. She smiled as she recounted the morning love making and his vigorous fucking of her ass. The little bit of tenderness was well worth the 2 orgasmic waves she had experienced while he pounded the tighter of her two love openings. Never before had he been so forceful at driving his cock into her ass and she smiled as she remembered the final moments when he stopped his thrust and enjoyed his own pulsating orgasm.
She was still not sure she could wear this bikini in public. She had never worn anything so risqué before, but that had been the deal. She suggested they have a early drink to help her get her nerve up. He made a couple stiff margaritas and they sat on the balcony and watched the activity on the beach below. The sun felt good on her face and the tequila quickly worker it’s magic.
They made another drink and headed to the beach. For hours they laid in the sun and she seemed oblivious to the passing guys who stared at her mostly naked ass. She knew it pleased him and that was all that mattered.
At 4 they headed back to the room before the sun got the best of them. After room service and 3 more margaritas, he suggested they hit the poolside hot tub. At that point she was high enough to agree to anything. She slipped on her new bikini and they headed down to the tub.
Darkness was just settling in and only a few people were about. The staff had gone home and the other guests were off to diner and dancing.
After entering the water she moved to lean her back up against him. His hand quickly found her bare ass cheeks and slid under her until he had two fingers working her pussy over with practiced precision. Her orgasm followed quickly. The tequila high had removed any inhibitions she’d had and her moans were load enough that he looked around to see who might have noticed. There was no one left at the pool, but hundreds of hotel room balconies overlooked the pool. She cared of none of this.

I walked into the house a little after 8, that’s what Jack, my boyfriend had asked me to do. He had said he has a little surprise for me. HE always had a spare key to my room so I assumed he would use that to if he needed. The living room light was on and I walked into find no one there. “Jack are you home?” I looked around and suddenly saw a small note on the desk… “Come over to the bedroom bitch”. I smiled, he knew I loved being called names.
I was wearing a white buttoned top and a short skirt. I walked into my bedroom but was surprised to find it completely dark and empty. “Jack…”
I felt a hand touch my waist “Hi baby”
It was jack. I smiled and wanted to turn, but Free Teen Porn he stopped me and made me walk into the room. “What is all this Jack?” There was a silence for a few seconds and suddenly I felt my eyes being covered by a clothe. “Jack what are you doing”
“Its gonna be fun bitch, just wait.” I smiled and let him do it. After blindfolding me completely he led me to the bed and laid me down.
“Jack what is the surprise?”
He stripped me down slowly, kissing me all the while. “Bitch” he spread my hands wide, “remember the party last week?”
I nodded, I had been so drunk I had no idea what I was doing or talking. “Yes… a little too much of a drink”
“Yes baby and in the drunken state you revealed Free Adult your darkest fantasy” I felt one my hands being clamped
“Jack what…” my other hand was also clamped.
“Yes bitch you told me your darkest fantasy and am I going to make it real for you.” I was not sure what exactly I had told him but my darkest fantasy had always been being fuked by a stanger while I am blindfolded and tied completely help less. I felt my legs also spread wide and clamped to the bed.
“Jack what did I tell you.”
I felt jack come real close to my ears “You slutty bitch you will soon know what you said.”
I felt him leave the bed and there was silence for some time, and then foot steps. Lots of them. As if a huge group was entering the room. I turned towards the door but obviously could not make out any thing, “oooh, what a sexy bitch” I heard a voice say as the lights came on. I felt shadows surround me and one hand started feeling my boobs.
“Jack you there?” I did not want this to stop, but I did not know who all was there. My pussy was getting wet already as I felt a second hand rub my pussy.
“Slut is already getting wet guys” every one laughed. There were easily 4-5 guys. “Are you jacks friends…” my lips were sealed by some one smooching me real hard. Now more hands started exploring my body as a few fingers entered into my pussy. I was already dripping wet by now. I moaned gently as I kissed the guy back. Soon the number of fingers in my pussy increased to many, as if there more more than one guy fingering me. I wanted to pull my legs together I strained in vain as the fingers pounded my pussy. One more hand started fingering my ass. As fingers entered my ass some one started biting on my tits.
I screamed with pleasure and pain as this insane fingering and biting continued for I have no idea how long, but till I hit my first orgasm. Then my hands and legs were untied and I was picked up and made to kneel on the floor. Even before I could say any thing a cock entered my mouth, a huge one at that too. As I started to suck it my legs were lifted up and another entered my pussy. “Take her from behind too.” some one said.

One of the things I’d never have equated with my wife Linda was kinkiness. Our sex life wasn’t boring and choreographed as other relationships I’d known about were. It seemed like we did just enough to turn each other on and keep it going but other than our honeymoon was there some spark to make it go from PG to XXX. That initial week we spent was thrilling and exciting because of the newness of everything. Now that we’ve been married a couple years that same sizzle just isn’t there all the time.
As I pulled up to the driveway one night Free Sex Moive last week after work I didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. The paper was still out on the front lawn and one of the neighborhood dogs was crapping next door driving my neighbor crazy. Instead of opening the front door I found it locked. That was definitely odd to me but I shrugged it off as nothing. Once I opened the door I didn’t hear any yells of “Daddy, Daddy”, fill the room. This was also odd and now very worrisome to me. I didn’t hear Linda’s voice either so I was now becoming concerned.
Where were my kids and my wife; had they been kidnapped or something? I decided to check the whole house first before calling the cops. There was nothing downstairs as I called my wife’s and kids’ names with no response. My stress level was now at a fevered pitch as the door to our bedroom was closed. I wasn’t sure what to expect. When I opened it my eyes couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
My wife Linda was in this sexy as hell lavender bra Teen Porn and panties with matching garters. She was also wearing the black heels she rarely ever puts on. To top it off…she had a pair of handcuffs that she was twirling around on her right index finger. “Linda what the fuck is goin”, “Shhhhhh, everything is fine the kids are at my sisters’. Tonight it’s just you and me being playfully wild.” With that, she flung the cuffs on the floor and tackled me onto the bed.
“Linda, what the fuck has gotten into you baby”, I queried. “I want YOU inside me honey. I think we’ve both noticed there’s not as much zip in our passion anymore. I wanted to make it better. Don’t you like?” “Awww of course I do. You look smokin’ hot and make me wanna…” I didn’t get to finish as she started kissing my lips which led to a passion we hadn’t experienced in a while. Our tongues were going back and forth on each other as I rubbed her perfect tits encased in a boner raging bra while she rubbed the rigid bulge in my pants.
Linda unbuttoned my shirt and started roaming her hands all over my hairy chest. She bent down and nibbled on my nipples driving me wild. I grabbed her left tit as the feelings of ecstasy got more intense. She undid my slacks with her left hand and ran her hand underneath stroking my throbbing shaft. She pulled my pants down far enough to where she hand enough room to feast on my dick. Her tongue covered and coated my shaft with abundant saliva while with the other hand she played with my nipples.

I had just finished a week long merger. I was as stressed as I could be. My entire body ached, so when, Richard, my partner at the firm had mentioned going to the masseuse, I asked if I could tag along. I didn’t have any plans that evening and I really needed to relax. He told me to be open minded about the whole thing, since they usually got ‘really’ friendly with you. I laughed. He was joking, right? I made a mental note to make sure I was going to be ‘paired’ with another female. I preferred the feminine touch. Richard popped into my office about ten after five and said he’d meet me in the parking lot and we’d take his car. Traffic is horrible and since I didn’t know where this place was, we both agreed one car would be best. I packed up everything I’d need. Being a lawyer, I’ve learned to keep an extra pair of everything in the office, many long nights and rumpled suits later have taught me that.
I found Richard in no time and we were Porno Tube off. He explained to me what he meant about the ‘open minded’ bit. There wasn’t any extra payment, or anything required of me save to relax and enjoy myself. And this place wasn’t just for anyone.
We get there, at the front desk Richard is required to show proof of membership, and I had to show proof of identity. Tight ship they run there. We were escorted to a small locker room, couldn’t have been big enough to fit 2 more people in it. Richard said they have about 20 of these small rooms, it’s to make you feel comfortable and not like you’re in a gymnasium after a game. I was a bit shy at first about undressing in front of Richard, but he and I had been friends for four years now and he knew I was a lesbian. I watched as he started to disrobe and I followed suit. Soon we were both in our little white spa robes and headed off to our massage tables, in separate rooms.
I remember Richard saying to the clerk up Adult Pornography front that both of us were to have female masseuses and she said something about for friendly service lay on the table and leave the towel on the hook. I looked at the towel and the table, then down at my half naked body. I removed the robe and reached for the towel and just as my hand touched the soft fiber, I pulled it away. Let’s see just how friendly these folks can get. So I climbed up onto the table and waited for my ‘partner’.
I didn’t have to wait long. Almost as soon as I got settled I heard a woman’s sultry voice ask me if I was ready. I said yes and heard the door open. Once she noticed I didn’t have my towel draped over my body she asked me if I had just forgotten or was I a friend. I told her I didn’t forget. She giggled.
I felt her soft strong hands touch my shoulders. They were coated in an oil of some kind, sort of smelled like lilacs. Her hands kneaded my flesh like it was raw dough. I completely lost myself in how great that felt. I sighed deeply as my body relaxed further and as her hands worked lower and lower down my back.