This is a story about a typical housewife, with a
typical family in a typical suburban setting. The 32
year old housewife's name is Christi. Christi shares a
house with her husband Mike, that's me, and our 5 year
old son. Christi is an exotic beauty with long dark blonde
hair and lovely big brown eyes.
During Christi's pregnancy with our son, she put on a
few pounds. For years she struggled with diets in order
to lose the weight and get back her shape. Recently,
with determination and discipline Christi lost her
weight. A good exercise program helped tone her body.
Now let me describe the new Christi. She stands five
and a half foot tall and measures 35D-21-35. As you can
tell from the stats, Christi is stacked. I'm not sure
whether it was the pregnancy, the extra weight or just
getting older, but Christi had developed world class
breasts. Christi's breasts are firm and stand out
proudly, even with their above average weight. It is no
problem for her to go without a bra. With the
appropriate dress (bra-less of course), Christi's
topside is the center of attention.
When seen from the rear, one might think that Christi's
ass is her best feature. Her small waist flares out to
two well-defined and separated ass cheeks. It amazes
me that such a tiny waist can support Christi's top
half. There's something about seeing Christi in a micro
skirt. If it's tight enough, each cheek is outlined,
pointing the way to one of the best pleasure spots
around. If you're lucky enough to catch her bending
slightly, you'll see the bottom of her ass cheeks peak
out beneath the hem of her skirt.
Christi's long blonde hair reaches the small of her
back. When she tilts her head back the ends touch the
crack of her ass. Christi's bangs are cut level with
her eyebrows and her hair frames her face on sides.
Apart from her killer body, Christi's best asset is her
eyes. One sultry look from those mysterious eyes will
start the fluids churning in your groin.
A survey of Christi's legs, ass and tummy will find no
ripples of fat. Her skin is so smooth that it feels
like baby's skin. Christi's exercise program toned and
firmed up her muscles. She didn't, however, go so far
that her body has a hard muscular appearance. I like
the cuddly result.
Christi worked on her tan along with her body. She
wears a tiny bikini when she sunbathes. The result is
the most remarkably sexy tan lines I have ever seen.
The great thing about tan lines is that when you see
them, you know your seeing things that nobody else has
the chance to see. That would change soon enough.
Now, on with the story. A fellow I work with was about
to get married. A few of our coworkers decided that a
bachelor party was in order. We agreed that we'd go to
a popular topless bar called 'Leather and Lace' for the
party. Joe, our bachelor, was marrying Jenny. She was a
nice girl but she was rather conservative. Joe was
excited about the party, because he knew he probably
wouldn't have another chance to go out with the guys to
a topless bar once he was married. It was to be his
The party was scheduled for a week from the upcoming
Friday. I told Christi about the party. I figured she
might want to do something with her friends that night.
Christi was curious about the bachelor party, however.
She didn't mind me going but she wanted to know what
these parties are like. She asked if she might be able
to go. I told her that I didn't mind but that the other
guys might not like it. I said it was usually an all-
Christi reminded me that there would be women at the
bar. I granted her point but countered that they were
part of the entertainment. She smiled sheepishly at me.
I got the feeling that she felt there was more to this
bachelor party tradition than a topless bar. Out of the
blue she asked me to take her to the topless bar this
weekend. I tried to hide my surprise but I'm sure
Christi saw it. I reminded her that usually the only
women there were dancers. She said she didn't care. She
won the discussion, so we made plans to go Friday.
When Friday evening rolled around, we dropped of our
boy at the baby-sitter and headed for 'Leather and
Lace'. Christi wore my favorite red mini-dress. It was
made of that stretchy material that fits like a glove.
Every inch of Christi's shape was revealed with this
dress. The hem fell a little above mid thigh. The neck
line was low cut showing ample cleavage. She did not
wear a bra. She finished off the outfit with red spiked
high heals and a small red handbag. I told Christi that
she could pass for one of the dancers at the club. She
brushed off my comment as ridiculous.
We went to dinner first then arrived at the club about
eight thirty. Everywhere we went men snapped there
necks when they saw Christi. I know she was aware of
the attention, but she didn't let on. The club was
crowded with people. We managed to find a table, sat
down and ordered drinks. Upbeat music, usually Rock and
Roll, was played continuously by a disk jockey. I
notice several guys around us gawking at Christi. It
made me proud to be with her. She smiled politely at
the men, but she was distracted by what was happening
on the stage. A rather top-heavy lady was stripping to
a slow hard-driving tune.
Christi watched the show with great interest. The
dancer pealed down to her brief bottoms and began to
take tips from the men surrounding the stage. She would
pull her g-string out slightly so that the dollar bills
could be placed under the straps. When she finished her
routine there was considerable currency stuck in her
bottoms. Christi commented on all the money. I informed
her that this kind of work pays well. Christi's
interest was peaked.
Christi noticed that the men did not touch the dancers.
I told her that touching would get you thrown out. It
was a strict rule. Christi commented that it sounded
like a good job if you had the looks and didn't mind
showing your body to a room full of men. I called
Christi's attention to all the guys around our table
looking at her. I speculated that they were waiting to
see Christi on the stage. She grimaced at my
speculation and said, "No way." I reminded her that
most of the women there were dancers or waitresses.
Naturally, these guys figured that Christi was a dancer
based on the outfit she was wearing. She brushed it
After we watched a few more dancers on the stage,
Christi informed me that she was going to the lady's
room. She was gone for a few minutes and when she
returned she was excited about something. I asked her
what was up. She told me that a man in a business suit
had approached her and asked if she would do a private
dance for a group of his friends. She said she told him
that she wasn't a dancer. He said it didn't matter to
him. She said he stuck a twenty dollar bill between her
breasts and said it was a down payment. Christi said he
went back to his table before she could return the
Christi looked excited as she handed me the twenty. She
asked me what to do. I told her to do what she wanted
to do. I don't know if it was the money or Christi's
curiosity, but I knew she wanted to pay this guy
another visit. Christi got that little girl look and
asked if I would be mad if she danced for the man. The
idea kind of excited me. It made me proud that other
men thought my Christi was sexy. I told Christi that I
wouldn't be mad and that she should go ahead and dance
for the guy if she wanted to.
Christi flashed me a big smile then as quickly she
frowned. I ask her what was wrong. She said that she
wasn't sure what to do. I reminded her that she had
been watching these dancers for almost an hour. I told
her to do what they do.
She developed a concerned look then asked me if they
expected her to remove her dress. I nodded. She asked
again if I minded. I told her to go have fun.
Christi's smile returned. She told me where she would
be. She took off, wiggling her ass as she walked. Necks
turned as she made her way across the room. I got up
and moved closer so I could see Christi's show. She
walked up to the man sitting at the table and said
something to him. He smiled and pulled up a chair for
Christi. She sat down.
After two songs had passed the men around Christi's
table cleared an area on the floor beside the table. A
little stool was produced from under the table for
Christi to stand on. The song playing was perfect for
stripping. The tune had a steady slow hard-driving beat
and the female singer had an alternating sweet then
rough voice that had a sexy quality to it.
Christi stood up on the little platform and began to
swing her hips to the beat. She put both arms in the
air, drawing attention to her large breasts. This
action also raised her skirt to the point where the
bottom of her ass was poking out. She played with her
hair as she looked into the eyes of each man at the
table. Her sultry eyes paralyzed each man as she looked
them in the face.
Men at other tables began to notice Christi's show.
They all stared with growing lust. Christi's now
tousled hair was evenly distributed in front and back.
In front, her hair caressed her big tits on each side.
Christi lowered her arms and pulled down her skirt.
With her arms at her side, her tits were forced
together deepening her cleavage. Christi reached up
with both hands and cupped her breasts. She hefted
them, showing the men their considerable weight. Her
audience was staring with theirs mouths wide open.
Christi turned her back on the men and bent over
slowly, finally touching her ankles. This caused her
skirt to ride up. The men could now see her panty
covered pussy. Slowly she worked her hands up her legs
to the hem of her skirt. She turned back to face the
men and grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands
and stretched it outward. Christi's face gave a
personal 'fuck me' invitation to each of the men. With
her skirt stretched out and her lusty look, I had the
impression that she secretly wanted to be filled with
Christi released her skirt and reached up with both
hands crossed and lifted the straps of her dress off
her shoulders. She slowly pulled the straps down. Her
dress was so tight that she met some resistance getting
the top of her dress down. Her firm tits stood out from
her body requiring that the dress be stretched out to
release her breasts from their confines. After a brief
struggle they were freed, Christi's jerking motion
causing them to jiggle. Several 'Wows' were heard once
Christi's tits were in view. Christi's dollar size
nipples were at full attention.
Christi continued to pulled her dress down over her
hips and thighs.
Finally it hit the platform and she kicked it to the
nearest man. Christi's very shear panties were all
that stood between these men and her considerable
charms. Most of the dancers wore a form of bathing suit
bottom. Christi, however, had underwear on that hid
very little. Her dark pubic hair was clearly visible
through the panties.
Christi's audience began to make their contributions.
She would eagerly pull her panties out to allow the
bills to be inserted in the waist band. It was
impossible for Christi to pull the straps out in such a
way that her pussy was not visible. A few eager hands
grazed her pubic hair as they paid up. Several hands
brushed her smooth legs. None of the touches were
overtly intentional. These guys knew the rules.
When the song was over they all applauded Christi. She
wrestled her tight dress back on and sat down. It took
a few pulls here and there around her breasts to get
them back in their proper place. Christi pulled up her
skirt and collected all the bills. She folded them up
and held them in her hand as she made small talk with
the guys. After a few minutes of chatting, she got up
and looked around for me. I met her as she walked back
to our table.
As we sat down, I noticed that Christi was very
excited. I asked her how it went. She told me how
exciting it was. She said there was sort of a feeling
of power. Christi said she knew these men wanted her,
but all she was going to do is let them look and wish.
She told me that she was going to fuck the hell out of
me when we got home. I told her I was looking forward
Christi counted her tips and shocked us both when the
total reached $115. Her 10 minute intense sexual show
had netted over one hundred dollars. She told me that
the group of men were having a bachelor party. Christi
said they invited her to a nearby hotel to continue the
party. She refused, of course, but they offered her
$100 dollars a man, totaling $600.
As we were leaving the bar the disk jockey announced
that there would be an amateur stripping contest the
following Friday. I reminded myself that next Friday
was the night of our bachelor party. An amateur contest
should be fun. As the disk jockey announced the
particulars including a $800 prize, I noticed that
Christi had stopped walking and was listening intently.
When the announcement was finished, Christi leaned into
me and told me that she wanted to enter the contest.
We left the club and got into the car. Christi
immediately begged me to let her enter the contest. I
reminded her that the bachelor party was the following
week. She reminded me that none of my coworkers had
ever met her. She said they wouldn't know who she was
unless I told them. I reluctantly agreed to Christi's
request. The prize money did sound extremely good.
As the following Friday neared, Christi got more and
more excited. She practiced her dancing every day. I
told her that the show she put on last Friday could
hardly be improved upon. We talked about that night and
it made us hot. She seemed to dwell on the invitation
she received to join the men at a hotel room. Christi
asked me what I thought they would want her to do at
the hotel. I told her I didn't know for sure, but that
it was probably more than dancing. She pressed on,
asking if they would want to fuck her. I told her
probably so. I added that they might all want to fuck
her at the same time. She looked confused but excited.
Christi was a virgin when we were married. She did not
have any experience beyond our sex life. She was quite
naive about some sexual practices. The actions of the
past week had awakened a fire in Christi that I had
never seen. She asked me how more than one man could
fuck a woman. I told her that one might fuck her pussy
while one would fuck her mouth. I added that she might
take a third in her asshole.
I figured this would turn Christi off. We had played
around with anal sex some, but she never seemed to like
it. To the contrary, I notice Christi's breathing had
increased and her face was flushed. This talk of ours
was heating her up. Our discussion ended in great sex.
Christi was all over me. She started with the most
aggressive blow job she had every given me. She sucked
and slurped and generally made a mess all over my cock
and her face. I dumped my load in her mouth in record
time. For the first time that I could remember Christi
swallowed all of my cum after letting a little bit
dribble out of her mouth. She cleaned up the mess with
her tongue and continued sucking me until I was hard
again. She pounced on my cock with her pussy. She rode
me for what seemed like minutes at full thrust. She had
two intense orgasms. We drifted off to sleep thinking
about the next weekend.
Christi went shopping for a new dress and shoes. I
asked her to model it for me but she refused. She told
me I would have to wait until Friday to see it.
Christi's teasing was making me anxious for Friday
night. After work on Friday I went home hoping to sneak
a peek at my wife's outfit. Instead, I found a note
indicating that she had already left.
I met my coworkers at the club at eight. Joe was joined
by Tim, Walt, Jeff and Sam. They had arrived first and
had already secured a large table. I sat down and
ordered a beer. The stripping contest was scheduled to
start at nine. We all settled down to some prime girl
watching and beer drinking. Each of us brought along 25
one dollar bills for Joe the use for tips. He was
having a great time distributing them to the sexy
By the time the contest started we all had a pretty
good buzz on. Most of the amateur dancers were true to
their status. They either couldn't dance or were not
very good looking. Christi didn't have much competition
yet. By ten-thirty I began to wonder if Christi had
chickened out. The quality of the ladies was steadily
improving. I speculated that they set the order up
based on looks and ability, saving the best for last.
When the disk jockey informed us that they had one
contestant left, I figured Christi had decided not to
go through with it.
I was quickly proved wrong when out strolled Christi.
She was the embodiment of sex. Her hair had been
loosely curled resulting in a fuller look. It looked as
though she had twice as much hair. It was styled high
on top and full on the sides. Her cute little bangs
pointed the way to her sexy eyes. She had obviously
spent a good deal of time on her eye makeup. She wore
bright red lipstick.
The dress she wore, if it could be called a dress, was
black and skin tight. It looked painted on. It had no
straps over the shoulders. It did not have the typical
'V' neck cut that Christi usually wore to show off her
cleavage. Instead it was cut straight across above her
breast. The dress had a strategically placed hole,
about four inches in diameter, situated between and
slightly below Christi's breasts. The bottom inside
quarter of both breasts were exposed. Her nipples were
barely covered and the tips raised large bumps in the
Additional four inch holes were found on both sides of
the dress and one exposed Christi's belly button. The
skirt was just long enough to cover her ass-cheeks. She
wore a thick gold chain around her waist accentuating
her tiny middle. Christi had on a large pair of
earrings that featured the male symbol with its arrow
pointing through the circle of the female symbol. The
meaning was unmistakable. She rounded out the outfit
with black high heal shoes with 5 inch spikes.
Christi walked slowly around the stage. She did not
smile. Her face showed intense concentration. She had
the crowd's attention. They clapped to the beat of the
music. My coworkers had big smiles on the faces and
tents growing in their pants. Christi looked at each
man with her sultry look, inviting each one to show her
how much of a man they were. I had the impression that
she would have taken on the whole crowd if allowed to.
Christi bumped to the music demonstrating the
flexibility of her hips. I could visualize her stuffing
a long cock in her box and bringing it off with those
twisting hips. She bent over allowing everyone a peak
at her black lace underwear. The only part of her
panties visible was the material covering her pussy and
asshole. They were the T-back variety. She
straightened up and pulled her skirt down.
Christi cupped her big tits with her hands, pushing
them together. She grabbed the material covering her
nipples and began to pull out. She stopped and looked
at the crowd trying to get a reaction. The hoots and
whistles persuaded her to give the guys a peak. She
stretched the material up and out allowing her nipples
to breathe. The yells and whistles peaked. Christi
quickly let go causing the material to snap back. Her
tits jiggled for a few seconds in reaction.
Christi raised her hands above her head, then fluffed
up her hair causing it fall every which way. Her skirt
raised up showing the small triangle of her panties.
Christi must have trimmed her pubic hair because it
should have been visible around the small covering. She
cleared her hair from her face by snapping her head
forward then back. Christi succeeded in putting her
hair in place but caused quite a scene when her tits
bounced around. Several guys around the stage threw
there heads back in disbelief.
It was time for Christi to strip. She hooked her thumbs
under the top of her dress and stretched the material
out. She hesitated, trying to get a reaction from the
crowd. When she was satisfied with the increased noise,
she lifted the top of her dress over her tits and let
the material gathered at her waist. She cupped her
breasts with her hands and hefted them for the crowd.
They cheered as she pinched her nipples with her long
red fingernails. She then reached for the hem of her
skirt and pulled it up to her waist. Christi made one
more stroll around the stage before pulling the dress
The crowd had their tips ready. Christi made the rounds
taking the tips, kissing some of the guys and mashing
her tits into the face of a few lucky fellows. Several
guys managed to get some good feels of Christi's tits.
A few patrons grabbed Christi's ass. One fellow managed
to get his finger in Christi's pussy. She just stared
at him as he put the finger in his mouth. The large
crowd screened all this activity from the club
management so no one was thrown out.
Unshaken, Christi went on. When I made my contribution
she French kissed me right in front of the crowd. This
generated one of the loudest rounds of noise of the
night. Joe our bachelor, managed to get his face beat
up by Christi's large breasts. When Tim gave her his
tip he said something in her ear. She nodded positively
and moved to Sam. I wondered what Tim had said.
When Christi finished, she blew a kiss, wiggled her ass
and disappeared off the stage. She never once smiled
during the show. With her lusty look who would need to.
It was not surprising that Christi won. She finally
smiled when the club manager gave her the $800 check.
Christi had managed to get dressed before the
presentation. I still couldn't believe how sexy she
To my surprise Christi walked over to our table when
the presentation was over. Without hesitation she
jumped into Tim's lap and said in a coy way, "Hi
fellas." Christi mashed her big tits into Tim's
shoulder as she talked. She asked, "Did you guys like
my show?" Everyone acknowledged in unison. Christi
flushed at the response. She panted, "Would one of you
guys buy me a drink? I'm so thirsty." She let her
tongue rest on her lower lip, indicating how parched
she was. Sam replied, "Sure Baby, anything you want."
When the waitress brought the drinks, Christi shifted
to Sam's lap. For buying her a drink Christi rewarded
Sam with a deep kiss with lots of tongue action. This
surprised me for two reasons. First, here was my wife,
passionately kissing one of my friends in front of me.
Second, Sam was black. The last thing I expected was to
see my wife swapping tongues with Sam. Christi stroked
his leg and crotch as they kissed.
Every ten minutes or so Christi would crawl into
someone else's lap. After Jeff had his turn he turned
to me and whispered, "This fox is hot as a firecracker.
I know she would let us fuck her. Did you see her grab
my crotch?" Walt told me the same thing. Walt, who is
also a black man, added, "Its been a while since I've
had some white pussy." Christi appeared to be avoiding
me. Finally, after everyone had their turn of Christi
sitting in their lap, she came and sat in my lap.
Christi whispered in my ear, "I'm so hot, Mike. Your
friends are quite aggressive. I've been stroked and
patted. Two of your friends worked their fingers into
my pussy and one tried to put one in my ass. It's taken
all the control I have not to ride one of those hands
to orgasm." I looked at her with a slightly
disapproving look and said, "So, your having a good
time, huh?" She said, "Please don't be mad, Mike." I
smiled and said, "I'm just teasing, I'm not mad." I
congratulated her on winning the contest.
Christi smiled and said, "Sam and Jeff both asked me to
go to a hotel with the group. They said they would pay
me $500 dollars if my performance at the hotel was as
good as the one here. What do you think?" I knew what
would happen if Christi went to a hotel with these
guys. I found myself excited at the thought. I said,
"If you want to go its fine by me, but you know what is
likely to happen." Christi trembled with excitement at
my words, then whispered, "I know, Mike. This whole
evening has gotten me hotter than the sun. All I have
been able to think about tonight is being with all your
friends. If it's all right with you, I would like to go
to the hotel and let them have sex with me." I said,
"It sounds like fun to me. Go for it." Christi gave me
a big hug and a deep kiss.
This was going to be a profitable night for Christi. I
figured when it was over she would be $1500 richer.
Christi passed the word, personally, to all the guys
that the party would continue at a more private place.
But that, of course, is another story.