Back at the hotel, I got changed into the outfit I would be wearing for tonight's show - well, for the start of it, anyway. I was wearing a long evening dress of scarlet silk that clung in all the right places. It was cut low, showing off my cleavage and the necklace of pearls I was wearing (also not my usual kind of pearl necklace, to be honest). I had matching elbow-length gloves, and three-inch stiletto heels. Underneath, I was wearing a very small, very sheer bra and panty set in black lace, with black hold-up stockings completing the ensemble. I also had on a lot more makeup than I usually wear - heavy on the eyes, with big, slutty false eyelashes and glossy lips that matched the dress, gloves and shoes.

Checking myself in the mirror, I smiled to myself, approvingly - I definitely would have done myself in a heartbeat. But, to be perfectly honest, I was so unbelievably horny after anticipating tonight for so long, without any kind of relief, that it's a miracle I didn't jump the room service waiter when he delivered the champagne and strawberries I'd ordered. I was tempted, believe me.

I was a bundle of nerves, and I checked the position of the laptop, for the hundredth time, to make sure the camera had a good field of view. I had it set up on a small table, pointing to the bed, but angled so that only half the room was visible. I wanted to make sure Steve could only see what I wanted him to see, at each stage. He knew I was going to put on a special show for him, but I didn't want him to realize just how special until the right moment.

I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard someone knock at the door. This was it, I thought to myself, smoothing my gloved hands down over my hips. One last, quick check in the mirror, and I opened the door.

The first to arrive was Tony, the flight attendant who had given me such a memorable induction into the mile high club. As he'd said he would, he had brought two male friends with him. Both of them were, like him, in their early twenties, and very nice to look at. He made the introductions as I poured everyone some champagne, but I was so nervous that I quickly forgot their names.

Beth's husband Carl arrived soon after, also with two friends. I kept myself busy handing out drinks, but inside I was getting more and more worked up - a combination of excitement, anticipation and even a little fear as we waited for the scheduled time when the show would start.

Being alone with six men that I'd invited here to gangbang me was a bizarre situation. I knew Carl and Tony, of course, and I'd fucked them both. So, I could more or less relax around them. But, the other four men were all complete strangers.

When Steve and I went to swingers' parties or clubs, there was always a degree to which everyone was checking each other out - sizing each other up and imagining how it would be to fuck them, since that was usually a possibility. These were swingers' parties we're talking about, after all. But, this was different.

For one thing, there was no doubt here - it wasn't a question of if any these men would fuck me. Every single one of them knew, without any doubt at all, that they were all going to have me. But, it wasn't just that. They weren't here to make love to me. They were going to gangbang me - fuck me hard, taking turns in all my holes, and not just one at a time, either. That was the whole point of the evening.

All of the men were very openly undressing me with their eyes, and I could practically smell the testosterone in the air. They were all thinking about fucking me, and I saw them continually glancing over at the bed. So, as I tried to be the good hostess, and wandered around the room making small-talk and topping up glasses, I was really feeling like a lone gazelle trying to make small-talk with a pride of lions, all of whom were obviously wondering when dinner was going to be served. It was a little bit scary, to be perfectly honest, but damn it was making me hot.

To be fair, the speculation wasn't all one way - I couldn't help but imagine how these guys would all look naked. The thought of having them all around me, cocks hard and ready as they waited their turn, was intoxicating, and I could feel that my panties were already damp.

I wondered if this was how porn actresses felt, on the set of a gangbang movie. I decided it probably wasn't the same. I guessed it would be more business-like, for them. Also, they'd be used to it, whereas this was my very first gangbang, ever, and the anticipation was killing me.

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Finally, I heard an incoming call on the laptop. The guys all knew what they were supposed to do - wait, silently, out of sight of the camera until the right moment to join in. Oh yeah, and get naked. I walked over to the laptop, stealing glances behind me as six hot guys started to strip off their clothes and get ready to fuck me. Sometimes, I really love my life.

Steve's eyes lit up when he saw me.

"You like?" I said, with a smile, standing up and backing away from the laptop so that he could see me full-length via the webcam. I gave a little twirl, careful not to spill my champagne.

"Oh, I like," he replied, enthusiastically, "I like a lot."

"Then, you'll love this," I said, pressing a button on the remote. A slow, sensual beat filled the room from the suite's sound system. I raised my glass to the screen, "Happy Birthday, darling."

Taking a sip, I set down the glass and the remote as I started to dance for my husband .. and the six naked men off-camera that he didn't know about, yet.

I paid my way through college dancing - oh OK, stripping. So, I knew what I was doing. The music was my little private joke - I'm not usually a fan of rap music, but 'Gangbang Rookie' by Snoop Dogg was just too appropriate. I knew Steve wouldn't recognize it, anyway. The tempo was just right, and I swayed to the beat and circled my hips sensually, my arms lifted high above my head.

It was fun, performing not just for Steve, but for another audience of horny men - it made me feel that much sexier as I turned my back and teased them, slowly raising the back of my dress until I felt the silk hem brushing at my ass-cheeks - twitching it up to give the guys a quick flash of my ass before dropping it and turning back around.

I twirled and swayed, using all my best moves - or, at least, all the ones that I could do without a pole. It was really gratifying to see that, every time I turned around, the guys' cocks were getting harder and harder, and I hadn't even started to strip, yet. I soon corrected that - pulling the gloves off, slowly, then turning around to pull down the zipper of my dress, revealing the smooth, pale expanse of my back.

When I turned back to the screen and started sliding the straps of my dress over my shoulders, I saw that Steve had his cock in his hand, stroking it as he watched me.

"Is that for me, baby?" I teased, "is your big, fat cock hard for me?"

"God, yes," he groaned, "I want so much to fuck you, right now."

I just smiled and blew him a kiss, letting the dress slide down to puddle at my feet, revealing the scandalous lingerie I was wearing.