Hooked on Dancing
 My husband sent the above letter to your magazine almost
four years ago.  Everything in it is true, it just doesn't tell
the *WHOLE* story.  Your readers may be interested in hearing the
rest.
     It wasn't my idea to dance at Tom's party, but, in truth,
when it was suggested, I LOVED the idea.  I can't explain why,
and it surprised me at the time, but the idea of dancing and
showing myself off in front of other people really turned me on.
I acted innocent, and "allowed" myself to be coaxed into
performing, but inside, I didn't hesitate for a second.
     As Dave described me in the letter, I am attractive and
definitely a bit "top-heavy."  I also had noticed Tom and the
other husbands sneaking their peeks at me whenever they could.  I
like my body and work hard to keep it firm and tight and I never
minded their looking.  And I think Dave enjoyed other men
"eyeing" his young, "trophy" wife.
     Anyway, I prepared carefully for the party, just as Dave
described.  I was so excited and hot, I could barely breathe as I
dressed and we drove to Tom's house.  Waiting for him to arrive
was pure torture!
     When the music started and I danced into the room, I felt
like I had been waiting my whole life for that moment!  I was
transported!
     Dave described my dance pretty well.
     I was so excited, I felt like I was on the verge of a
gigantic orgasm the whole time.  I had purchased the see-through
lingerie because I was sure that that was as far as the wives and
Dave would tolerate my strip.  When they urged me to continue and
yelled "Take it off!" I almost forgot to give Dave a questioning
glance before proceeding.  I was thrilled to keep going.
     What no one saw was, at the very end, when I held Tom's face
to my pussy, his tongue shot straight into my wet snatch and
flicked my clit a few times!  No wonder my legs were wobbly as I
climbed off the coffeetable!
     I gathered up my dress, stockings, heels and garterbelt to
the applause of our friends.  Realizing that putting clothes on
in front of a crowd wasn't nearly as sexy as taking them off, I
ran up the stairs, to dress in a bedroom.
     Dave didn't mention that Tom soon followed me upstairs to
"change out of his golf clothes."  I was already dressed and was
combing my hair when Tom rapped softly on the open door and said,
"I'll never be able to thank you for the thrill you've just given
me, Susan."
     Totally giving in to the moment, without a thought of the
possible risks and repercussions, aroused, wet, and feeling more
lusty that I had ever felt in my life, I opened the door and
smiled at Tom, "Come on in and maybe we can think of a way."
     I knew from his eyes and the expression on his face that I
had caught him totally offguard.  Still standing, I spread my
legs, bent over the bed and threw the skirt of my dress up and
over my hips.
     "Come on, Tom.  You have to finish what you started with
your tongue downstairs."
     Now, it was Tom who didn't need coaxing.  His pants and
underwear were down at his ankles in a flash.  And just as
quickly, he pressed his cock into my still sopping-wet cunt.
     I started to cum as soon as he entered me and he soon
followed.  I wiped off with a tissue and ran downstairs as Tom
stayed to change.  We couldn't have been upstairs together longer
than 3 or 4 minutes!  No one had a suspicion and that is clear
from Dave's letter.  Dave failed to mention that Tom and all the
other husbands knew I was naked under my dress for the rest of
the party!  It turned me on knowing that, and I loved it when I
was the object of their sneaky cheap-feels and gooses the rest of
the night.
     Tom and I never really discussed our "quickie" but his
flirting became a little more aggressive.  As did most of the
other husbands' flirting.  I guess when a man sees you do a
striptease and you show them your tits and pussy, they right away
think you're some kind of loose woman (haha!)!
     Bill had his birthday two months after Tom's.  All during
the party, the husbands were teasing me to do another strip.
"Fair is fair!" they all said.  And I would have LOVED a repeat
performance, but since none of the wives mentioned it, I behaved.
I think all the wives had seen more than enough of me at Tom's
party!
     About 5 months after Tom's party, I got a call from Steve at
work.  He jokingly moaned about not having his own "Strip-o-Gram"
the previous weekend at his party, too.  He went on to say Sally,
his wife, was out of town for the approaching weekend and he was
wondering what it would take to persuade me to give a "birthday
dance -- just a dance" for him.
     I knew that this was more than a innocent, casual request
from a friend.  He wasn't asking to borrow the car.  I could tell
he wanted more than "just a dance."  Steve was Tom's boss, and I
assumed that Tom had told him about our little "upstairs
episode."
     I thought about it for a few minutes and realized I very
much wanted to feel as sexy and alive as I did the time I danced
at Tom's party.
     I called Steve back, "I owe Bill a dance, too.  Have him
there, also, and I'll come over and dance for you boys on
Saturday afternoon."
     I left the house with my dress in my gymbag on Saturday,
telling Dave I was going shopping and then to the gym for a
"workout."  I drove to the mall and bought the blackest, sexiest,
lacy-est undies I could find and dressed in the changeroom.  When
I rang Steve's bell, I knew from the stares I had gotten in the
mall that I looked HOT!
     I had made a tape to play while I was dancing, and it hadn't
even finished before I was naked on Steve's living room floor,
sucking Bill's cock while Steve fucked me doggie-style.  The
three of us fucked and sucked the afternoon away, until we were
exhausted.
     When I got home, Dave asked if I had a good workout!
     I smiled and told him I had the best workout in months, and
I was going to have to do that more often!
     That began my secret life.  Stripping in front of eager men
was the trigger for me to act as slutty as I wanted.  I loved the
way it made me feel, and my orgasms were the most intense of my
life.
     Steve threw a private party for Phil, the next birthday boy,
at a motel.  All five of the husbands (other than Dave) were
there and after dancing, I fucked and sucked all of them before
we left.
     They all made dates with me, and I went with them, but the
sex with them individually was never as good as when I danced for
them and then fucked all of them.
     Soon, Steve approached me about taking my act "on the road."
He was entertaining some clients and wanted to know if I'd be
interested in being part of the "entertainment."  I agreed, and
on a whim, told him since this wasn't for a friend, I wouldn't be
free.  Charging for my "services" made me feel that much more a
slut and that much sexier.
     Usually, my "job" entailed dinner and drinks with a client
or two at a hotel, and then back up to his (their) room for sex.
Sometimes Steve joined in the fun, and sometimes he left me alone
with the client or clients.  Last week was the largest group, yet
-- 8 men, including Steve and Tom -- at a trade show.  By the
time they were all fucked out, my jaw was sore and my pussy felt
like I had just left the delivery room!
     So, for nearly the last four years, that's been my life.  At
least once a month, usually twice, the five husbands and I get
together at a motel suite, and we spend hours having group sex.
I love it!  And five, maybe six times a year, I entertain Steve's
clients.
     I wonder if Dave and Marcy and the other wives would still
think my dancing for Tom was such a good idea, if they knew the
rest of the story?
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