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Christi's Big Performance, Part 1
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GBV03A - M+/F - WIFE - Christi's Big Performance - Part 1
by The Warthog
Standard Disclaimer--This story is intended for the entertainment of
adults only!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 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 brown 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 last
fling.
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-male tradition.
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
off.
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 money.
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 cock.
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.
Continued in Part 2.
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