Hot Wife Erotica Bundle

Jennifer Lynne

Excerpt

The bachelor party went wild at the sight of my bare tits. They clapped and cheered and whistled as I wiggled my chest to make my firm, tanned breasts wobble in their direction. My nipples stiffened in an instant and stood proudly from my smooth skin, pointing directly at my admirers. I smiled over at Cole too, who sat forward in his chair, no doubt nursing a monster hard on and planning just what he was going to do to my hot body once he got me home.

I twirled around the pole a little – I’d taken classes a few years ago but had never quite gotten the hang of it – and then danced topless to the edge of the stage, right in front of my new and baying fan club.

There, I danced in the most suggestive way I knew how – I stroked my hands down along the smooth curves of my body, then up again to caress my tits and tweak at my rock hard nipples. I pushed my breasts one by one towards my mouth, sucking and licking at each nipple in turn, and this served to drive my audience wild. Then, I shimmied out of my skirt, rolling it down along my legs in one smooth movement, secretly pleased that I’d made the effort earlier in the day to get that full bikini wax I’d been long overdue.

I danced and shimmied and thrust my hips suggestively towards my audience of six, taking care to treat Cole to the same and I just loved the mixed emotions written all over his face: lust, arousal and a delicious soupcon of jealousy. And before long I’d all but forgotten that the rest of the club also had their eager eyes on my almost naked body too.

The redhead sidled up to me and ground her smooth, sweat-sheened body into mine. I cavorted without a care in the world with the naked young stripper, thrusting my tits into hers to press our erect nipples against one another and mash the smooth, pliant flesh of our tits together. I ran my hands all over her body, and she over mine, both of us enjoying the feel of naked, exposed skin beneath the hot stage lights. I then felt redhead’s hands snake down to my hips and her thumbs hook into either side of my thong. A mild jolt of panic spread through my body in a not entirely unpleasant sensation; and at that moment I simply couldn’t think of anything sexier than being undressed by a stripper, in public, inches away from six sex-hungry men, and in front of an entire strip club!

I maneuvered the stripper behind me, her thumbs still tugging at my panties, her hair brushing against my bare tits as she shimmied behind my back. Facing the bachelor party, and with Redhead’s nipples rubbing against my bare back, I wiggled my hips to let her know that now was the time – for me it was most certainly now or never!

With expert ease, the stripper pulled my panties down along my sweetly perspiring thighs, not stopping until they were at my ankles.

And there it was – my completely hairless pussy with its engorged, pouting outer lips slightly parted to reveal the delicate folds of my glistening wet inner labia – exposed to the entire club.

There was a moment of stunned silence in which I began to think I had just made a terrible mistake. But then the bachelor party erupted into a cacophony of raucous cheers and hoots, and the rest of the club members followed suit with their own round of admiring applause. I looked across at Cole who sat there with his eyes practically sticking out of his head on stalks, his stare fixed on my usually kept under wraps pussy and hard, jutting nipples that pointed out at my audience.

The stripper gawped at me with hungry eyes, her mouth visibly salivating, and before I knew what was happening, she had her lips around my pussy and was licking and sucking greedily upon it like it was her last meal, her long tongue slipping inside my sopping entrance like a slim, wriggling cock. Going with this unexpected flow, I thrust my hips gently into her face, watching as my six admirers strained against the edge of the stage to get a better look at the stripper knelt before me with my naked pussy sliding across her face that was becoming ever wetter with my slick juices. I buried my hands in her mess of beautiful red hair and pushed the stripper ever harder onto my pudendum, grinding my clit against her nose, face fucking her until I could feel the beginnings of a glorious orgasm building up deep inside my vagina.

She pulled away, leaving my hole and clit aching for more and wet with my juice and her saliva, pulsing and throbbing. She turned to the bachelor party and said to them, “What are you waiting for, boys?” And with that she reached out a beckoning hand and invited all six of them on to the stage.