by Bridy McAvoy
Peter had seen the look on his wife’s face just after she’d winked at him, and he realized it had to be something to do with the man he was chatting to. The man’s name, Chris, was somehow familiar but he couldn’t place it in context.
Ah, well. Maybe she’s not too happy about me talking to a man who’s had her.
“So, which one is your favorite?”
Chris grinned at him as he asked the question.
“I mean, I’m sure you must have had more than one of them.”
Peter nodded, not quite sure how to answer it. At that moment Susie slipped her hands into the side straps of Amy’s flimsy panties and there was a collective roar from the men present as the tall blonde stripped her shorter dance partner’s panties down onto the top of her thighs.
“I haven’t had the dancer yet! Wouldn’t mind a run at that piece of ass!”
It seemed like a safe answer to Peter and Chris’s answering nod confirmed the man was thinking along similar lines. Mind you, as it was the only naked pussy on show at that moment, he was quite sure every other man there was thinking the same thing.
“I know what you mean, although the young tart up there looks interesting as well.”
Peter laughed along with Chris as Susie continued to work the panties down Amy’s legs until the other woman was able to cleanly step out of them. Peter realized he was staring straight at the juncture of the brunette’s legs. The thin strip of dark hair led the eye down to the cleanly shaved pussy immediately below it. The black frame of the basque, stockings and suspenders merely accentuated its pinkness against the lightly tanned skin. The men had fallen virtually silent now as they drank in the beauty on display in front of them. Amy was swaying to the beat, an enticing half-smile playing on her lips, as Susie continued to press her own body against her from behind.
Susie’s hands disappeared behind the other woman’s back and were obviously working on the hooks and eyes as the fabric covering Amy’s breasts became looser and looser.
“Off… Off… Off …”
The chant rose from several male throats as, slowly but surely, the mayor’s secretary’s breasts were more and more exposed by the sagging fabric. Finally, to an appreciative roar, the loosened fabric slid over the obstruction of the woman’s hard nipples revealing the last private portion of her body to the audience. Amy stopped moving to the music and raised her arms above her head, striking a pose in the form of a Y to clearly display herself as the men clapped. Peter joined in just as enthusiastically as the others and smiled back at his wife when she caught his eye.
He could see the action a few feet in front of Carol was having an effect on her, her face was flushed as she watched the nearly naked woman display herself. His wife could not hide the feeling of arousal, her thin underwear and dress obviously tented by her nipples, and tiny beads of sweat appearing on her temples. Peter knew the next events were choreographed but was unaware of the sequence, despite all attempts to pump Carol for exactly when she would be removing her own clothing in front of these men.
Oh, my God! Maybe she won’t be, maybe one of the other women will be!
The thought ripped through him like fire, and he felt his cock jerk in his trousers at the thought of another woman handling her flesh in front of him as well as everyone else. Before he could dwell on the possibilities, Vicki, obviously acting as master, or was it mistress, of ceremonies picked up the microphone again.
“Gentlemen, could you please give a big hand for Amy!”
Another roar of applause washed round the room.
Amy smiled brightly and stepped to the edge of the stage where two eager hands, one from each side, and quite obviously belonging to two different men, reached for her hands and guided her down from the stage. With everyone standing it was impossible for Peter to see what they were doing, but it didn’t exactly need a degree to work it out. Meanwhile, Vicki began to speak again.
“If you wouldn’t mind, gentlemen, we’re going to split you up into smaller groups now. Amy has her admirers, I can tell,” which brought a chuckle from the men, “and the rest of you can split into two groups. Susie and I are going to continue to entertain you on the stage whilst Rebecca and Carol are going to play a very special game of pool. Well, not particularly a special game, but certainly a game with very special rules.”
As Carol stepped down from the stage, demurely hand in hand with the other brunette, the men slowly split into two groups.
“I’m going for the fresh pussy,” Chris said as Peter began to move toward the pool table, wanting to watch his own wife more than the performance on the stage. When Chris began to drift over toward the stage, Peter realized his conversational partner for the last few minutes meant he’d already screwed Peter’s wife!
Before he could dwell too much on that, his attention was caught by the action to the left of the stage. The two men who had helped Amy down from the stage, together with a third one who had joined them, had surrounded the mayor’s naked secretary and she was writhing under their ministrations.
Her body was hardly visible, covered as it was by six hands and two mouths. One man was kissing her hard, and she was responding, whilst one of his hands gripped her breast and the other caressed her back. A second man had his mouth clearly fastened over her other breast and his hands were clearly massaging her backside. The third man was kneeling in front of her widely splayed legs, his hands stroking her inner thighs and the outer lips of her pussy just in front of his face.
A moment later, Peter watched as the man leaned forward and inserted his tongue into her love canal and Amy’s loud moan carried over the hubbub of the crowd. Finally, he tore his attention away and joined the half dozen men who had gathered around the pool table as Rebecca set the balls up and handed her playing partner a cue.
Chapter 43
Carol tuned out the noise from the stage as she watched the expert way Rebecca readied the pool table for their game. They’d already agreed the rules but their audience didn’t know them. She smiled when she saw Peter had joined the group watching them, somehow pleased he had decided to watch his own wife get naked rather than the other women. There again, everyone knew all the women would be naked for the rest of the evening.
“Item of clothing for a rack or for a foul?”
Carol nodded.
“Lag for break?”
She knew what Rebecca meant and knew the other woman was by far the better player so expected to lose fairly quickly, anyway.
“No, you break. I’ll let you, minx!”
Rebecca chuckled, again the choreography playing out, this time live in front of an audience. Rebecca positioned the white and bent over to take her aim. The short cocktail dress obligingly rose higher up her legs, revealing the stocking tops. Carol almost giggled as she watched the men all lean to the side to get as much of a view as possible of those long slender legs.
The break shot was a Rebecca special, fizzing across the baize, and two balls plunked into the pockets leaving her with an easy shot on the two ball. She had to move around the table to take that, and Carol watched as her partner put effort into the walk, her hips swishing from side to side making the skirt sway in perfect counterpoint. Again she bent over the table, this time from the other end and rattled the two ball into the pocket, lining up nicely on the three.
This time the brunette had to stretch over the table more, forcing the skirt to ride even higher, revealing bare leg above the stockings to the increasingly appreciative audience. The four ball had gone in from the break and the move from the three to the five was a bit trickier than the previous shots. Nevertheless, Rebecca made it and this time had to take the shot from the far side of the table. Facing her audience as she bent down, the front of the dress dropped forward revealing a stunning amount of cleavage to those standing directly opposite. The men to the sides shuffled in to try to appreciate the same view—Carol noticed this included her own husband.
The five ball dropped and Rebecca missed a straight forwa
rd chance on the six, rolling it within a few inches of the pocket where it now sat almost begging for Carol to pot it. Carol walked around the table, deliberately taking the longest route, equally deliberately putting some extra sway into her walk to ensure she had all the watching eyes glued to her. When she bent over to take the shot, she knew her dress was performing exactly in the same way as Rebecca’s had, and that seven or eight, if you included Rebecca, pairs of eyes were glued to the flash of thighs thus revealed.
The six potted easily and was followed in short order by the remaining balls leaving Carol the winner of the rack. Choreographed perfectly, without the audience even being aware of it, exactly as they’d planned it.
Rebecca stepped up to her friend and smiled.
“I suppose you’re going to take my dress off now, then?”
Carol saw the light suddenly shining in the eyes of the watching men as they anticipated the lithe body being unwrapped for them.
“Not yet, minx, I think there’s a better idea than that.”
Rebecca leaned back against the side of the table, facing the audience as Carol crouched down in front of her.
“You’re not …?”
Without a word, Carol reached for the hem of Rebecca’s dress and slowly slid her hands upward. Rebecca’s eyes opened wide in recognition of the move, realizing Carol wasn’t going to take the dress at all, and her target was obvious.
With the skirt at mid-thigh, Carol continued to slide her hands up under it rather than dragging it with her any higher. The watching men could clearly see naked skin above the stocking tops framed by the black garters that held them up. Meanwhile, out of sight, but vaguely discernable through the thin dress material, Carol’s fingers had grasped the thin waistband of her partner’s panties and was steadily drawing them down over Rebecca’s hips.
Finally, Carol’s hands, holding the scrap of black lace between them, came into view and the men raised a ragged cheer, followed by a groan as the hands continued to travel lower, allowing the skirt to fall back into place. Resignedly, Rebecca stepped out of the discarded item one foot at a time and Carol stood up with her prize in her hand to gentle applause from the audience.
“Next frame, my break I think!”
Carol giggled as she placed the panties on the side of the table for all to see and stood back to watch as Rebecca expertly re-racked the balls for the next frame. The brunette was very, very careful not to stretch too far over the table as she did so. There was no way she was going to reveal too much flesh too soon. First blood had gone to Carol exactly as they’d planned, but she knew the next one was supposed to be Rebecca’s.
Rebecca moved away from the table and gestured for Carol to take her place and break to start the rack. The men watching were silent, intent on the drama unfolding, albeit slowly, in front of them. Carol’s break-off shot wasn’t a patch on Rebecca’s first rack shot and nothing was potted leaving Rebecca to come to the table. All eyes were glued to Rebecca’s hemline now as she bent for her shot, knowing she was naked under the skirt of her dress. The half-smile playing on her lips told Carol, and the men for that matter, that she knew exactly what they were anticipating.
The skirts they all wore were just too long to allow them to rise up that far, by design rather than accident, and there was no chance of that much flesh being revealed, but the men didn’t know that and lived in hope.
Rebecca again dropped three balls one after the other before very deliberately snookering Carol on the four ball leaving her with an easy single cushion escape shot. Easy for an experienced player that is, and not quite so easy for someone at Carol’s level. The attempt Carol made was adequate and certainly appeared to be genuine from the audience’s point of view. Carol knew she’d missed it deliberately and was equally aware her playing partner knew it as well. Choreography again, the miss went as planned leaving Rebecca ball in hand on the table.
“Damn!” Carol exclaimed as the cue ball missed the object ball by a good inch.
“Foul!”
Carol stood back to allow Rebecca to take her free shot, apparently forgetting the forfeit.
“Aren’t you forgetting something, Carol?”
Rebecca’s question made Carol start, only the two of them knowing for sure it was an act.
“What?”
“Forfeit on foul as well as rack, honey. Come over here, please.”
Rebecca was standing near the head of the table and Carol moved over to her, biting her lip.
“There, there, honey, don’t be shy.”
Rebecca giggled as she stroked her friend’s face in a mock attempt to comfort the other woman. The men were drinking in the drama, Carol could see as she turned to face them, conscious every eye was on her as they expected Rebecca to emulate her own actions of a few minutes before.
Chapter 44
After Carol and Rebecca had left the stage, and the three men caressing Amy had led her away toward the couch in the far corner of the room, Susie turned to Vicki and the two women smiled. About half of the men in the room were now close to the edge of the stage wondering what the tall blonde and the shorter but curvier young brunette were going to do. One or two were sliding their eyes over to the pool table, obviously wondering if the entertainment over there would suit them better. A loud moan from Amy in the corner attracted the attention of another couple of them, at least momentarily.
Vicki lifted the microphone again and immediately attracted their attention back to the stage.
“Well, gentlemen, what do we need to do to keep you watching us rather than those harlots? Any ideas you might like to come up with?”
One of the men, primed for the question chimed up.
“Why don’t you do each other, honey? Give us a real show.”
“Oooh… Kinky”
Susie had leaned over Vicki’s shoulder and breathed sexily into the microphone. It was suddenly clear to their audience that the suggestion was exactly what the two women intended to do and the men’s attention was now clearly focused on the stage as, at a signal from Vicki, someone flicked the remote again and soft slow music began to fill the air. Vicki handed the microphone down to one of the men in front of her and gracefully pirouetted to face Susie and the two women seemed to almost fall naturally into each other’s arms.
Susie was a good six inches taller than the woman she was currently embracing and, when she leaned her face down to gently kiss the shorter girl on the lips, it obviously felt awkward.
“Hang on a moment.”
The two broke apart and Susie rested one hand on Vicki’s shoulder for balance while she lifted the other leg up behind herself and deftly flipped the high heeled sandal off. A moment later she swapped sides and repeated the process, the three inch drop in her height from the loss of the heels bringing the two of them to near equality.
“That’s better, now where were we, honey?”
Vicki molded herself to Susie as the two flowed together once more and they began to slowly move in a circle in the middle of the stage area. Initially their arms were both in a demure position, one in the small of the other’s back the other around her waist as they gazed into each other’s eyes from a few inches apart. The sexy, near parody, of a couple of lovers dancing together didn’t last very long, as Susie again lowered her face to gently brush her lips across those of the younger woman.
A tiny, barely audible sigh escaped Vicki’s throat as she allowed her lips to part to receive a second, more forceful kiss as, this time, Susie lengthened the duration of the kiss and the men could see the tall blonde’s lips working on the otherwise passive ones of the brunette. A second sigh escaped Vicki and then she began to respond to the caressing movements of Susie’s lips. Soon their mouths were moving as one and the audience was treated to the sight of two beautiful women smooching each other for all they were worth.
Cheeks bulged as the open mouth kiss continued, the tongues fencing in and out of each other’s mouths. The hands were no longer still either, the upper one car
essingly rubbing over the thin material of the dress whilst the lower one drifted lower still to caress the upper swell of the rounded ass cheeks.
Susie had worked Vicki around so her back was to the audience once more. She stopped the circling movement and the two women merely swayed from side to side as they literally ground against each other. Her top hand dropped until both hands were cupping the pert ass cheeks of the younger brunette. With deliberately teasing slowness, her hands began to gather the soft thin fabric of the dress between her fingers, inching the hemline higher and higher. The men watched avidly as the darker band at the top of Vicki’s stockings came into view, more and more showing until finally a glimpse of pale skin above the stockings was visible.
There was no way Vicki was oblivious to the way the blonde was manipulating her clothing and, behind Susie’s back, her own hands were busy too. She wasn’t lifting Susie’s hem, however, instead her hands had risen higher, as if to circle Susie’s neck to increase the pressure of the very long kiss. In fact, they had met behind her neck and deftly undone the hook and eye at the top of the zip and were now inching the zip down the blonde woman’s back in direct counterpoint to the ascent of her own hem.
Eventually the two women broke the kiss, panting from the exertion, and began the slow circling once more. As they slowly completed the full one hundred and eighty degree half circle, Vicki’s actions became obvious to the audience. Susie’s dress now gaped from her neck down to her waist showing the smooth skin of her back marred only by the thin black strap of her bra. Vicki’s hands continued to descend, taking the zip with it and the opening spreading v began to reveal first the strap of Susie’s garter belt followed by the thin fabric of the top of her panties.
All of their audience seemed to realize now was not the time to clap or cheer or shout out, and remained silent so as not to break the sensuous mood as, in front of them, the two women continued to slowly undress each other. When the two had completed another half circuit, the audience could see the back of Vicki’s nearly transparent black panties almost fully exposed to their gaze. The material was so thin they could see every detail of her ass through them.