Original story: Stormbringer

Adapted/ continued: RogueAlan

NOTE: Stormbringer created essentially a screenplay for Recession Blues, which has been an illustrated comic. He graciously allowed me to flesh it out into the story that was chapter 1, and to take his memorable character and see what I thought would happen next. I believe I once read where he said he enjoys the stories up to the point that the women 'become sluts.' I totally agree... and I thought that just maybe there was a little more we could watch as Ann realizes what she is.

Fans of Sharon do not despair, her story is continuing. And while there are similarities, I would argue that any story that features a wife falling prey to her desires or others' machinations will have a similar arc. I hope you will enjoy...

Chapter II: A Deeper Shade...

Ann blinked, surprised to find she was getting off of the highway. She knew she had been drinking, but had not felt too buzzed to be driving... She pressed a hand against her lap, and shivered at the lingering pleasure she felt, pleasure that had been distracting her from the fact that she was very drunk... and driving, the fading echo of more orgasms then she could ever remember having at once. Hell, she had not climaxed that often before in a week... probably a month.

The familiar streets near their home had replaced the glass storefronts and brick buildings surrounding the club downtown. She shook her head, remembering belatedly she needed to get a douche. And a dose of Plan B. She glanced at the blue numbers on the dash: 4:25 AM. Tom would be waking up in less than two hours for work. Ann hoped he had not stayed up; she was not sure how she would explain being almost two and a half hours late. She winced, wondering if her husband would be able to tell from a single glance what she had been doing.

The light of the local all hour drug store caught her attention, and Ann veered into the nearly empty lot. She hesitated, though. Sure, it was early, but what if the clerk recognized her? What if he knew Tom? The cheating housewife sat in her car for several moments of indecision. Should she get just the douche? She rolled her eyes... as if the clerk would not know why she was getting that in the wee hours of the morning. She would merely seem stupid for not getting Plan B as well.

She tried to remember how long after... after unprotected sex the 'morning after' medication was effective, but had only heard friends mention it a couple times. She was not even sure it would be available; the drug store was open twenty four hours, but a sign near the drive through claimed the pharmacy closed at 10PM.

The fading heat of her prolonged pleasure was becoming a mild ache. Ann pressed a hand against her sex again, musing it was no wonder as hard as she had worked it after dancing at the club. She wondered again, would Tom know by looking at her? Would he smell Jacen on her? She put the car in gear, resolved to stop the next day once Tom was at work... or maybe she would go to the little place near the club, just to make sure she was not recognized.

Mind made up, the thoroughly fucked housewife drove the last mile to their small home. Fortunately the garage was on the opposite side of the house from the bedroom; Tom had never awakened to her coming home before. Ann was embarrassed at what she had done... at what she had let Jacen do to her. As good as it had felt cumming while he was fucking her, Ann knew it had been wrong. She told herself it was just that he was so big, and she had been drinking, and because of that vicious shit who had tried to make her blow him in the private room.

She decided she could justify a shower because of the body glitter many of the dancers wore. She felt a rush of relief finding Tom asleep at his desk chair. With luck he would never know how late she had arrived home. Ann slipped into the shower, glad for once that her husband had installed a unit with a detachable hand sprayer. The guilt she felt at having cheated seemed to build with every moment. Ann cleaned up quickly and she hoped completely. She did not see any tell tale hickies as she examined herself in the dark in the bathroom mirror.

She downed three Motrin for the growing aches in her body, and knowing that she would have a headache later in the morning when she awoke. She slipped under the covers naked, feeling guilty not just for cheating, but for leaving Tom in the den... and for being relieved he was not awake. She lay in the darkness, trying to decide what to do. It all seemed so unreal, she almost wondered if it had been a dream. Before she had any thought approaching a solution, the still buzzed housewife and exotic dancer was fast asleep.

***

Tom woke with barely 15 minutes to get to work. He had tried to stay up, but had obviously crashed in his den at some point. He could not understand why Ann had not roused him as they had planned, and was a little peevish about it, since yet again he had gone without. He went into the bedroom, but only to get fresh clothes; there was not time to shave, much less tear one off. And Ann was snoring softly, still totally out, as well. She barely stirred when he kissed her, whispered that he loved her, and rushed out to the car, anxious not to be late to work. He made a mental note to scold his wife; her car was parked badly in the garage, and he guessed she had been drinking, probably a farewell and good luck thing with the other dancers, the naïve husband guessed. He knew he should repark her car, but did not have time as he carefully backed around hers and headed downtown.

He made it with a few minutes to spare, and quickly got into the swing of things. His boss was pleased with Tom's efforts, and there was work enough to keep both men busy, working right through lunch, so that Tom had no time to call home once he got to work.

***

Ann blushed, aware that she should not be there, but the image before her was mesmerizing. A simply enormous black cock, rock hard and glistening, thrust steadily in and out of a woman from behind. Ann's nipples hardened and her arousal was immediate and intense at what she was witnessing. She was frozen in place. She bit her lip, somehow aware that the woman was receiving pleasure like never before. She shivered as the man stopped, almost completely out of the lucky woman's sex, and delivered a smart blow to her bare right buttock. There was a sharp cry that became a moan as he seated the long cock fully once again, resuming the prior steady pace.

Ann wished she could see the coupling better. In the next instant, she was looking down from immediately behind and to the right of the man. For a moment her eyes were distracted by the dark black of his skin, his heavily muscled shoulder, the bulge of his biceps... the corded muscles of his forearm. His thick fingers gripped the woman's hips with confidence; not restraining, but instead offering support as he hammered into the woman smoothly.

Ann paused, sure that there was something familiar about the image... both people seemed familiar. She almost giggled, aware that it meant it had to be one of the women at work, since there was not another woman's ass she had seen so completely. She frowned, wondering if she was at work, but only for a moment. Her attention was drawn back to what was unfolding at a husky feminine 'Yesss!' as the brute using her spanked her ass once again, without slowing his pace.

Her gazed moved over the slab of the man's muscled chest down over his flat, hairless abdomen to the image of the impossible pole pumping in and out of the woman's ass. Ann blinked; the man's cock was as wide as a soda can and nearly as long as her forearm. She winced, wondering how the woman could tolerate taking such a monster in her ass. It was not possible, she thought, certain the woman was drugged or something. But to her embarrassment, she realized that she was dripping wet just from watching what was happening. She put her hand down against her aroused sex and nearly whimpered as she wished it was her being taken so completely.

The next instant, she was on her hands and knees, head buried in her pillow, ass high above her head, her body shifting rhythmically at the pressure of that enormous cock pumping endlessly into her ass. She reached up between her legs, fingertips brushing his shaft as it pushed in and out. She shivered, pulling her hand back, her fingers teasing at her swollen clit. Biting her lip to keep from moaning, she thrust two fingers into her loose, open pussy, her knuckles feeling the underside of the man's cock moving in and out of her bottom.

"Are you my bitch?" she heard the man ask. Ann paused, shaking her head. It was wrong... she was Tom's wife. The man shifted, twitching his hips side to side as he continued thrusting into her. A hand braced the front of her left thigh, and then another pushed her hand away from her empty sex, his thumb pushing instead forcefully inside of her, then pinching down against his closed fingers, trapping her swollen, aching clit while he maintained his relentless pace.

Ann screamed, bucking in impossible pleasure, unable to escape his driving cock or knowing fingers. She arched her back, which put more pressure on her aroused sex from the heavy cockhead moving in and out of her ass, and prolonged her orgasm.

"Yes!" Ann heard her voice, the same husky timber from before, "Yes, Jacen, I'm your bitch!" She shivered at the implication as much as the delicious pressure of Jacen's cock as he continued hammering into her in full strokes. Her body was still twitching from that last climax even as another crested, robbing her breath, so that when she orgasmed a few strokes later, she could only scream voicelessly. Jacen grunted over her, pausing fully buried and she felt his heat bloom deep in her belly for a moment before he resumed pounding her ass, even as she felt him cumming...

"Ahhhh..." Ann found her voice, the moan of her pleasure becoming a groan that ended in a whimper as the reverberation of her voice set off a pounding ache between her ears. She blinked. Too late, she shut her eyes in a failed attempt to block out the blinding light that had seemed to drive icicles into her brain. She clutched at her temples, and then pressed her fingers against her closed eyes. The last time she had felt so bad had been a post final hangover her freshman year of college...

A hangover? Ann blinked, taking stock of her situation. She sighed—carefully—relieved that the memories she had of Jacen thoroughly fucking her had been just a dream. She was embarrassed to find she had moved to her hands and knees in her dream, head turned to look over Tom's side of the bed at the window. She rolled onto her back, hissing in surprise as she became aware of the aches and pains from her entire body. Puzzled at how she could be hungerover and sore, the white wife let her head loll to one side, squinting at the clock on her night stand. It was a struggle to focus on the glowing numbers. How could it be only 4AM, when the sun was already up, flooding through the fanlight and defeating the closed blinds?

She blinked, then sat up, hissing at the fresh throbbing in her head even as she realized she had not set an alarm. She had overslept terribly. She was almost late for work. Although her shift at the club did not start until 5:30, Leslie had made it clear he wanted his girls there early, so they could stretch and strategize about the coming night. And she had not showered or eaten or done anything around the house. What was wrong with her?

The grim truth dawned, almost eliciting another groan... It had not been just a dream. She had let Jacen fuck her the night before. Several times. The fact that just her mental admission of the truth was enough to trigger a tickle of arousal made Ann feel all the more guilty. She put her feet down on the carpet, bracing both hands against her temples and wondering just how much she had drunk the night before. Had she showered? She was relieved to remember that she had. And as relieved that her husband must not suspect anything. Of course, that made her feel all the more guilty.

The hung over housewife staggered naked into the bathroom, trying to get her brain working. There was something she needed to do, she knew. Staring accusingly at her reflection did not provide an answer. Aware of the time, Ann swallowed three Motrin gel caps with a handful of water. She combed out her hair, threw on foundation and lip gloss, as well as deodorant and fresh clothes—a Victoria's Secret 'Pink' bra and panty set under a VS Angels hoodie and 'boyfriend' sweat pants. She grabbed a granola bar on the way out, frowning when she realized her phone had not been on the charger overnight, and had less than 10% battery power.

Her little car was badly parked; she had nearly scraped the passenger side against the garage door. Ann winced, certain Tom had noticed. She was shocked he had not awakened her to ask about it... or scold about it, more accurately. He could be so... type A; it amazed her he had actually agreed to her dancing at the club. A fresh wave of anxiety and guilt hit, and Ann considered calling in sick. Other girls had simply stopped coming to work, she knew. She wondered if Jacen would say anything to Leslie... whether the club owner would even believe it if the bouncer did.

It had been a mistake the night before. That awful man had frightened her, and she had been drinking too much. Ann backed out, mentally rehearsing what she would tell Jacen; they should not have had sex, and it would not be happening again in the last two weeks she was dancing. Jacen would understand, she was sure; after all, he had already had her; there had to be other women he would rather fuck.

The little thing she had not been able to remember came back to her as Ann approached work, glancing at the run down Walgreens with the bars on the windows a couple blocks from the club. Plan B. The white housewife screeched to a stop in the middle of the street, nearly causing an accident. She started to turn across traffic to get to the drugstore's parking lot, but a glance at the clock on the dashboard and Ann growled in frustration and resumed her drive to the club. She made a mental note to stop at the all night drug store after the club closed, wondering how much time she had for the treatment to work.

Trying to deny that new anxiety, Ann pulled into an empty stall in the still nearly empty parking lot and hurried inside. She noted Jacen was not at the door, but he often worked inside the club. As she passed the man working the door, he nodded and smiled. No leer; no suggestive comment. Ann had not realized she was worried that somehow everyone would know what had happened. She scolded herself for letting her imagination get the best of her; the place had been deserted. And to her relief Jacen was as much a gentleman as she had thought... well, except that he had taken advantage of her. It had to have been that, right? She did not remember begging him to fuck her... at least at first. She was ashamed to know she had not told him 'no,' either.

Tom, the man at the window of the man trap taking patrons money leered as she went by, but he leered at every woman, so that was nothing new. Justin, the bartender waved, and Ann waved back. She saw some of the other girls hurrying out of the dressing room for Leslie's office and knew she needed to get going.

"Justin?" she asked, "Have you seen Jacen today?" She hoped she did not sound like a stalker or worse, a girlfriend. The tubby barkeep shook his head.

"Naw, but he's here somewhere; saw his bike in the lot." He glanced at the nearly empty seats, "Why, is there a problem?" Ann smiled her thanks, shaking her head and assuring him everything was fine, then headed for the dressing room to leave her bag and purse. She wondered why Jacen had his bicycle at work. It was only when she was almost to the office that she realized Justin had to have meant motorcycle. She was glad she had not said anything aloud; no point giving her coworkers more reason to tease her for being an airhead. Seeing she had only a minute, she abandoned her planned stop at the dressing room and went straight to the meeting.

Fortunately she was not the last dancer to reach Les' office. The club owner had a simple rule to encourage everyone's prompt attendance... the last dancer to arrive each night had to work an extra set, the first set of the night, when there were fewer guests and the tips were hard to come by.

"Well, Ann," Les offered a half smile, "Looks like Darcy spared you an extra set today." Darcy, a busty redhead, pouted.

"I was here first," she complained, "I just stopped to drop my things off in the dressing room." Les shrugged.

"That isn't here at the meeting before Ann, is it?" The young woman offered no other argument. Ann had noticed repeatedly that the club owner never seemed to have to repeat himself. She stopped worrying about it and listened as he went through his notes. He always mentioned any concerns with security around the club, called out special efforts the dancers or waitresses had made as mentioned by patrons or other staff, and would explain the known parties and VIP's who were supposed to visit the club that night. There was nothing of specific interest, and Ann joined the others when he had finished, leaving her bag at her station and quickly getting into one of the outfits she wore when working the floor. She wished she had eaten, but went out with the other girls to see who might want a lap dance. When they did not have takers, the dancers helped to hawk drinks.

She saw Jacen at the end of her first circuit of the room. The big bouncer was lounging against the back wall in the shadows, where most of the patrons would not even notice him. When he saw Ann he stepped forward into the low lights and winked at her, crooking a finger for her to join him. Ann blushed, but she was glad they were going to meet out on the floor where he could not make a scene... He would not make a scene, would he?

"Hey, girl," the bouncer's voice rumbled, "You look good enough to eat." Ann gave him a look.

"Cut that out!" she hissed, looking around nervously, "I'm glad I found you."

"I'm always here," Jacen shrugged, still smiling at her wolfishly, "I'll be right here when you're ready to play." Ann noticed the headset he always wore.

"Tell me that's off."

"OK, it's off," he could be maddening. Ann shook her head angrily.

"Last night was... it was wrong." Jacen looked hurt. "I'm sorry," Ann felt like she should explain, "It's not you... You were... It was wonderful. But it was a mistake." Jacen chewed the inside of his cheek.

"Well," he sighed, "I guess it was too good to be true..." Ann wrung her hands.

"I'm sorry," she said again, "It really was amazing."

"Yes it was," Jacen flashed a half hearted grin, "And I'd be lying if I said I hadn't hoped to repeat it tonight..." He leaned back into the shadows, "It's all right, I'll have that memory." Ann nodded, stepping back to resume working the room, "I thought you'd said you were my slut..." Blushing, and remembering that he was right, the married dancer could not think of a response. Instead, she nearly ran past the first three tables, blinking back tears, embarrassed that she had let it happen, that she had left someone other than her husband thinking she would do it again... and at the arousal she tried fiercely to deny that just looking at him had triggered.

She had no takers for a dance, but that was not unusual so early, so Ann helped deliver drinks for half an hour before she went back stage to get ready. Her first set was uneventful. No one seemed to think anything was off, although she felt like she was less outgoing than usual. She pulled as much money as any of the other girls, and had three different guys interested in lap dances afterwards. She did another pair of lap dances, and a table dance for a bachelor party before ducking into the dressing room to freshen up. She had not seen Jacen. She also had not argued when her drinks were again vodka with the usual cranberry juice. She did think that there was less alcohol then she remembered from the night before.
She worked the floor again until it was approaching time to get ready for her next set. Walking past Les, the owner caught her eye with a wave and she paused beside his table.

"You all right, beautiful?" he asked, concern in his expression.

"I'm fine," Ann answered, sounding too cheerful in her ears, although Leslie seemed mollified, "I was just running late tonight."

"I noticed," he smiled, "You were almost the first set—that's never happened before." He glanced at the woman on stage, "I wanted to ask you something." Ann blinked, wondering if somehow Leslie knew. "There are some new girls starting," he went on, relieving Ann's anxiety, "And I think they're going to be good, but they aren't... well," he seemed almost bashful, "I know your husband got a job, and you gave your two weeks notice, but I was hoping I could convince you to stay on." Ann began to shake her head, "Hear me out," he emphasized, "I don't know if his job requires travel..." Tom had mentioned it might, but had not had to do so yet. "But if he was gone some days or had to work later some nights..." Ann shook her head again.

"Well, then, how about just working part time," Les sounded desperate to Ann, "I could have you work just Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday. You could work a longer shift on Saturday if you wanted, to keep your hours the same, or you could just do the 5:30 to 2 shift." Ann started to shake her head, but Les held up a hand, "I'd negotiate with you on your hours," he looked around as if worried someone else would overhear, "None of the girls get to do that." Ann was surprised at the obvious compliment. "You don't have to make a decision now," he relaxed visibly when she did not argue, "You've got two weeks to think about it," he even managed a smile, "But you really have been a great addition, Ann. You're a great draw, and you're a great presence among the other dancers... I'd hate to lose you." He seemed done, and then, as Ann started to back away, he sighed, "I kind of thought you liked our little family here." Ann bit her lip, stopping short.

"Oh, I have, Les," she almost blushed at the intrusive thought of just how much she had liked Jacen the night before. "You've been great... Everyone's been great. It's just..." she could not meet the club owner's earnest gaze, "I haven't been able to enjoy any time with Tom since he started his job. I can't let this be a strain on our marriage."

"Sure, sure," Les bobbed his head, "We don't want that. I just thought... Well, I hoped that working fewer days you could still help us here, and still have a job of your own... you seem like you really like dancing."

"Oh, I do," Ann answered honestly, "It's been great." She almost said, 'and it's helped my love life,' but caught herself, wondering why she was so talkative, and aware that was not really the case at the moment. "I'll think about it, I promise. Okay?"

"That's all I can ask," Les beamed, and Ann felt bad, since she was sure even three days a week would not work. She wondered if Tom would be okay with her dancing just on weekends... Or maybe just during the week. Ann tried to deny that part of why she was so tempted was the possibility of more time with Jacen.

Their talk gave Ann little time to get ready for her set. She was glad she kept several outfits and song cartridges ready, and hurriedly touched up her make up, downing the cranberry and vodka that was waiting at her station without a thought. As usual, the knowledge that she would soon be teasing a room full of men had her slightly aroused. She sat, checking her makeup, barely aware that she as tweaking a nipple and pressing a hand against her thong covered sex.

"So is that your secret?" one of the other dancers teased her, walking by. Ann blushed.

"No," she giggled, "Doesn't dancing get you hot?" It was the other girl's turn to laugh.

"Sometimes," she admitted, "But usually I don't play with myself until after I'm done." Knowing that the other woman had been dancing longer than she had, Ann was tempted to ask how many of the others did more than that, but she heard the crowd cheering and jumped up, rushing to the curtained alcove behind the DJ's stand to hand him her songs.

"Thought you were gonna leave me hanging," the DJ whispered, deftly slipping the cartridge into his equipment, "Better get into place back there, it's a pretty good crowd tonight." Ann turned, jumping down into the dark corridor and hitting something solid where there usually was just a place to walk. She gasped, but strong hands caught her, keeping her from falling back onto the stairs she had skipped, pulling her a second later against what she had hit. She shivered, somehow knowing automatically that it was Jacen.

"Wow," his voice was a rumble, even when he whispered, "I'd heard of women throwing themselves at guys before, but..."

"I'm sorry," Ann gasped, her body responding to his presence, making it hard not to simply press against him. "What were you doing back here?"

"I thought you'd gotten lost," the bouncer smiled, and she could see the faintest glint of his teeth in the near total dark. "We need to get the lights fixed back here so someone doesn't turn an ankle on those stairs." Ann nodded; she had thought the same thing getting up to give her music to Deon before. "I just thought..."

"Thought what?" Ann was aware that her heart was beating like she had already been dancing. She heard Deon start to announce her set.

"Thought you'd changed your mind," Jacen said, "Thought maybe you wanted a quickie before you went out there to strut your stuff." Ann gasped, pushing him away.

"I told you," she hissed quietly, "Last night was a mistake." The big man shrugged.

"OK," he did not argue, "But it was an amazing mistake... I just thought maybe you wanted another taste." Ann shook her head, pulling away from him unsuccessfully.

"I have to go, Jacen!" she whispered fiercely.

"So you didn't like it?" he taunted her, "I know you came like crazy." Ann blushed, aware that her body was responding to the memories, too.

"I did," she admitted, "It was amazing."

"So you'll want to play again after you're done." She shook her head, amazed that the man could be so blind. Suddenly she was staggering backwards, toward the curtain; he had let go the moment she had tried to pull away.

Ann burst through the curtain right on time, but facing away from the crowd and off balance, nearly falling onto her ass on the glossy black stage. She reached out, catching the back pole, and as the music began she turned it into a backward spin, that the crowd applauded. She turned, managing to work the move into her planned routine without breaking stride.

She threw herself into the dance, trying to deny the truth that she had burst onto stage nearly dripping wet, she had been so excited. By the end of the first song, she was wondering if any of the other dancers had ever gotten off rubbing against the pole during a set, she was so hot. She blinked away the thought of the men along the rail reaching up to finger her as she prowled the edge, giving glimpses of her nipples and pussy, depending upon the bill being waved and whether the admirer at the rail was a regular.

It was as if the crowd sensed her arousal, clapping and cheering and urging her on. Instead of pumping her pelvis at the edge of the stage as she usually did to end her set, Ann stayed at the pole, humping against it repeatedly, making all but those who had hoped to get a close up of her pussy in their seats at the end of the stage howl in approval. It embarrassed the wife that the image that came to mind as she imagined the big pole pushing into her flowing sex was of Jacen taking her on the same stage the night before.

Panting, on the edge of an orgasm, she stood, crossing her ankles, and bowed straight-legged, showing her glistening, naked sex from behind to everyone in the audience as she hit the points of the compass in her 'thanks,' the last directed more toward Deon than the blank curtain at the stage's rear. She collected the last stray bills, waving coquettishly, and then pranced through the curtain.

"Nice set," the next dancer praised her, seeming a bit jealous at the crowd reaction, and sauntered out as Deon began her introduction, rather than waiting for the music to start. It was a trick the dancers used to 'steal' some of the good juju from the crowd whenever the last dancer had had an especially good set. Ann stayed in the darkened hallway, pressed against the wall to the club beside the pass through, panting in arousal. She was ashamed to admit that the thought of Jacen fucking her with his big cock in the private rooms was playing repeatedly in her mind... knew that if the big man was there and asked, she would not have argued, even if he wanted it there beside the stage. Desperate to get off, she pinched her right nipple with her left hand while fingering her dripping pussy with the other, pressing firmly against her swollen clit and shuddering through a quiet orgasm as the next song played.

Relieved of her need at least for the moment, Ann returned to the dressing room and changed to work the floor. She found herself wishing there was another drink, and wondered why there was not, since that was customary for all of the dancers. She tried to remember the last time there had not been a drink, scolding herself for being so childish, since there would be a drink with her next lap dance. And there were always men wanting lap dances after her sets.

She was not wrong. Instead of the usual two or three lap dances, Ann already had five suitors paid up and waiting when she came onto the floor as the next dancer started her set. She laughed, thanking the first guy for her drink when the song ended, gasping that she was parched. She tossed the drink back, thanked him again, and moved on to the next customer. Because of the alcohol, she did not drink much of the next post dance glass, instead carrying it with her to her third customer, knowing that as she danced the waitresses would carry it away and return with a fresh one. The lingering arousal she had felt persisted, so that by the time she had finished her first five and another four successive lap dances that her performance on stage had attracted, Ann was again grappling with the thought that if Jacen was back working in the privates...

The waitress arriving with her drink also had a slip of paper, alerting Ann to the fact that she had a waiting customer in Private 4. She emptied the glass, thanking the younger woman and headed for the suites, trying to guess if Jacen would be the man waiting for her. Her arousal spiked as she entered the dark corridor, noting that the curtain to booth 4 was already closed.

She opened the heavy velvet, striking what was meant to be a sexy pose by way of an entrance. She blinked, finding the patron—not Jacen—was lounging in the plush seat with his pants open. Her eyes locked on his erection... he had an impressive cock.

"What are you doing?" she managed, covering her breasts and crotch with her hands, even though she was wearing a bikini.

"C'mon, Ann," the man wheezed, "You know you want it," he waved his cock, fingers gripping the base. Ann shivered, aware that part of her DID want to fall to her knees and begin slurping at his ready equipment. She knew she had done a lap dance for him after her first set, and was surprised he had not been handsy... He had not done anything that would warn her to expect this. She realized she was still in the doorway, staring at his crotch. "That's not allowed," she frowned, "Put it away or I'm getting Jacen." The man glared at her.

"Get out, you cocktease," he growled, "Send Ivory in." And that quickly, Ann knew that her fellow dancer would not be upset or refuse the man what he wanted... two of Les' dancers she knew now were doing more than dancing at the club.

"Of course," she nodded, adding, "Don't get too excited now," as she backed out and closed the curtain.

"Arrogant cunt," she heard the man growl, which pissed her off. She considered not getting Ivory, wondered about warning Les what was happening. She opted instead to alert the younger dancer, who smiled, deftly put her long white blonde hair into a pony tail with a hair band she had on her left wrist, and headed for the private booths. After considering what had just happened, though, Ann also went to Les' table.

"Boss," she said, "I'm going home." The lanky older man frowned.

"And why is that?" Ann sniffed,

"For the second time in two nights a guy has exposed himself, wanting me to blow him." She decided not to say anything about what she had seen or that Ivory had been okay with doing it. Suddenly Ann was worried... what if Les demanded that he show her who had been causing a problem. The club owner sighed.

"I'm sorry, Ann," he shook his head, "We post signs... we warn the guys who are getting out of control, but sometimes they think that this is more than just something for them to watch." Ann nodded stiffly. "It's usually later," he went on, still frowning, "When they've had more to drink." She knew he was correct. "You said it was in the privates?" She shook her head, and his eyes widened.

"I didn't say," she explained, "But yes, it was in the privates." Les was visibly relieved.

"Well, at least that way we won't have the city coming down on us..." He paused, thinking for a moment, "OK," he shrugged, "I guess I can't very well make you stay... You know I wouldn't let just any girl go home for this?" Ann nodded hesitantly, "It doesn't happen often, but it's sort of an expected problem you'll face once in awhile," he warned, "It's why we have Jacen and his crew." Ann nodded again. Les managed a smile, "And if you see I'm a reasonable guy, maybe you'll be more likely to agree to three days a week." Ann nodded before she really thought about what she had just agreed to.

"Thank you," she managed, "I'll see you Friday." The club owner nodded, then spoke into the microphone she knew he kept in the collar of his suit. Ann beat a hasty retreat to the dressing room, scooping up her things and leaving before any of the other dancers could ask her what was wrong.

She hurried home, shocked that two nights in a row someone had done that, after weeks without any such problems. She was also shocked at herself, aware that part of her had been more than aroused at seeing the man in the room, confidently expecting her to blow him. She pulled into the garage more than a little horny, and pleased that it was still early enough that Tom would not be asleep.

***

"Honey, I'm home!" Ann shouted in anticipation as she came through the door. But there was no answer. "Tom?" Ann went through the house, but there was no sign of her husband. Frustrated she grabbed her cell phone and dialed his. He answered on the fourth ring. To Ann's dismay, Tom had gone out with friends from work; the men had picked him up after he gone home and changed, since he had assumed she would to be working until at least midnight. He was delighted she was off and promised to be home soon, but explained that he did not want to rush his new friends. Though disappointed, Ann understood. She made herself dinner, worked on laundry, and then watched television until the garage door opened just after midnight.

Jumping up, the lithe dancer rushed from the bedroom, jumping into Tom's arms. Her husband laughed, and the couple kissed passionately, his hands finding her breasts, which were unfettered beneath her T-shirt. Ann arched her back, murmuring encouragement into their kiss, her own hand slipping between her legs where she had cinched them around her husband's hips, gripping his swelling manhood.

"Mmm," Tom growled playfully, "You keep that up and we won't make it to the bedroom." Ann giggled, her arousal full, her need urgent. She nipped at his earlobe.

"Fuck me right here, baby." Smiling, Tom turned, and instead of walking past the kitchen through the living room, he moved to the kitchen table laying her back on the flat wood surface. Ann nodded, shimmying her hips so that her bottom was partially off of the table. Her hands eagerly opened Tom's pants. There was no foreplay... no finesse. Delighted at his wife's excitement after so long without, Tom stepped between her legs, sliding into her wet sex without hesitation or caution.

"Yes!" they said in unison. Ann's heels rose, crossing at the top of Tom's ass as he began to thrust in and out. She lifted her pelvis, welcoming each thrust.

"God," Tom panted, "You are... so hot..." Ann pulled her top up, baring her breasts, and her husband dipped his head to nip at her nipples, hips still pumping as he drove himself into her. Ann moaned in pleasure, arched her back, offering her chest to her husband.

"Harder," she gasped, surprising herself, "Fuck me harder, baby!" Tom increased the tempo, and too late Ann realized that he was getting close. "Oh baby, wait, I..."

"Aarrghhh!" Tom shouted, holding himself against her as he came. Ann moaned loudly, shivering beneath him, arms looping around his waist, pulling him tight against her. When he had calmed, he backed out, and still panting, looked down at his naked, aroused wife.

"Wow," he smiled, "That was amazing." Ann smiled, wiping a hand across her dry brow.

"Mmm-hmmm," she looked up at him, cupping her dripping sex with one hand while catching his shriveling cock with the other, "Think you can do that to me again in bed?" Tom laughed.

"You are insatiable." He shook his head, "I don't know if I can do that until tomorrow morning," He bent down to kiss her, "But I know it won't be a problem to give you a wake up screw." Ann nodded, stretching on the kitchen table, hoping the display would begin to re-excite her husband. "Did you have a better than usual night at the club?" he asked, zipping up, then moving to the fridge to get a beer. Ann reluctantly sat up, her shirt falling to cover her breasts.

"No," she shrugged, "But they let me come home early, so I was excited that you wouldn't be asleep." Tom apologized again for being late, but offered a wolfish smile and pointed out that he had certainly enjoyed how the evening had ended. He kissed Ann again, then padded down the hall, obviously expecting her to join him.

Ann grabbed for the paper towels sitting on the counter, then chose the Kleenex, instead, wiping at their mingled fluids as they leaked from her seam. She was incredibly relieved that Tom had not taken one look and said, 'Cheater!' She was also glad that he had not noticed anything was different as they were having sex... Because it had been very different for Ann. Oh, it had felt good... there was little Ann could think of that felt better than the pressure as a cock... She shook her head angrily—as Tom's cock—slid into her on that first stroke.

And she had been right there with him, loving every moment... except she had not been ready to cum yet. She had wanted to keep fucking. And she was embarrassed that she had faked an orgasm when Tom came. They did not always climax together... she did not always orgasm having sex with Tom, although that had never happened since she had started to dance. And she had never faked it, before.

She chose to use the front bathroom to clean up, afraid that Tom would ask why she was bothering, since they were trying to get pregnant. The idea of making a mess of the sheets, though, would have meant at the least she don panties. Looking at herself in the mirror, Ann scolded herself: she still needed to get the Plan B. It would have to be the next day. She was dismayed to think that she might be ending a pregnancy she and Tom had just created, but the risk of Jacen's seed having found the mark was simply too great.

Tom was snoring softly when Ann slid into bed just a few minutes after they had finished screwing in the kitchen. She lay beside her husband, still aroused, and wondered how she had gotten herself into such a predicament. She masturbated to a quiet orgasm, and then managed to fall asleep, her last thought that she would cum the next time they had sex.
"Whose pussy is this, slut?" Ann was on her back, legs spread lewdly, her pussy fully stuffed by hard cock.

"You do!" Ann groaned, hips humping up, hungry for him to begin fucking into her again. She looked up into Jacen's leering face, hands catching his hips, urging him to resume. He teased her for another moment, tilting his hips back and forth, his cock shifting inside of her but not pushing deeper. Ann whined, digging her nails in, "You do, Jacen!" He nodded once and hammered forward into her fully, making Ann climax with a groan.

Ann found herself awake, her right hand pinching her rigid left nipple, all four of the fingers of her left hand curled into her pussy. She was incredibly aroused, but she was also aware of where she was, and of what she had just said in her dream. Had she said it aloud? She looked around in the dark room, acutely aware that Tom was beside her in their bed.

She listened, relieved when she found he was still snoring. Embarrassed, she realized she was literally dripping wet. She glanced at the clock, sure she had just gone to sleep... To her shock, it was almost 6AM; Tom would be getting up soon. Sitting up in bed, Ann stripped off her T-shirt, which was damp with her sweat. She shivered wondering how long she had been having sex in her dreams, and still worried that she might have spoken Jacen's name aloud.

Whether it was spurred by her arousal, embarrassment, guilt, or a combination of the three, she found her gaze locked on Tom's groin. Biting her lower lip, Ann rolled onto all fours, pulling the duvet and sheet down off of her husband's body. He had not bothered with sleep pants after their too brief coupling the night before. Ann shifted, bringing her face down to his crotch. She slurped his soft cockhead into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the glans and sucking lightly.

Tom shifted and murmured in his sleep. And he began to get hard. Ann changed technique, teasing the underside of his rising shaft with her tongue, then kissing the glans, before bobbing her head down again onto his shaft as it grew.

"Mmmm," Ann moaned around her husband's swelling cock, the fingers of her free hand working her dripping slit while she braced herself with the other hand. At the head of the bed, Tom smiled. Still asleep, his hand came down to rest on Ann's head. Surprised, Ann redoubled her efforts.

Tom's eyes flickered open a moment later. He struggled to hold on to his dream... An amazing affair where Kelly Ripa was on her knees under his desk, whorishly gobbling at his cock while Regis sat in front of him, insisting he come guest on their show again, and alternately asking if Tom had seen his co-host.

Tom lifted his head, blinking at the blurred image of a head bobbing over his groin. At the same time, he realized what he was feeling was not a dream.

"Ahhh," he gasped, fingers tangling in Ann's hair. He blinked again, looked up at the ceiling, making sure that it was real... Ann was going down on him. He lay there for a moment, trying to remember the last time she had done that. Even the new oversexed Ann had been more eager to screw than to dally with the foreplay. He watched her bobbing head, having difficulty really thinking about it, because what she was doing felt so good. She really was amazing, he thought, smiling.

Ann surprised him, holding him fully in her mouth and sucking hungrily, tongue swirling over his shaft. The sensation was incredible. Tom forgot to focus on his breathing, a trick he had read about at one time or another, which seemed to have helped him to control his arousal. And he was already nearly panting, sounding as if he had been running line drills at basketball practice a decade before. Ann's head was bobbing in his lap again, and she moaned softly, the sound adding to the wonderful sensations to which he had awakened.

"God!" Tom gasped the next time Ann buried her nose in his crotch, to suck at him fiercely. He erupted, fully expecting his wife to back off in surprise and anger, but too lost in his climax to consider apologizing. And too happy with the morning wake up to wonder that she stayed in place, swallowing his load, then resumed sucking at him, head bobbing once again. "Whoa," he groaned, the touch that had felt amazing a minute before having becoming uncomfortable. He wondered for a moment if this was some weird sort of sleep walking, "Baby," he managed, trying again to push her away, "Stop... stop it." Ann sat back, wiping away the mixed saliva and semen smeared on her lips and chin. He saw that she was playing with herself with the other hand.

"Wow," he smiled, "That was... that was the perfect way to wake up." Ann smiled sexily, biting her lower lip. She moved to straddle him, catching his spent cock with her free hand. Tom laughed, a short bark, and shook his head, holding her at bay with a hand against her flat stomach. "Whoa, babe. That... uhm, that won't do any good right now, baby." Ann blinked, looking down as if for the first time realizing he was soft in her hand. She wanked him, none too gently. "Hey, easy, babe!" he cautioned.

"But I'm horny," she pouted. He smiled, marveling at how beautiful and sexy she was... and how lucky he was. He sat up, bringing his hand to her crotch. She took her hand away, surrendering her sex to him and leaning back as he circled her swollen clit with his index finger, keeping just millimeters away from the rigid wanting bead, then trailing along each of her inner labia. She was dripping wet. When he used his thumb, applying gentle but firm pressure while driving his index finger into her sex, Ann shivered visibly, moaning and humping herself against his hand. He held the pressure on her clit, thrusting in and out with his second and third fingers until she calmed.

"Please, baby?" she pouted, reaching for his cock again, "We did it twice the first night I danced." Tom laughed.

"We did it twice already, remember? Last night wasn't 7 hours ago." He shrugged, because she clearly did not like his answer. "I'm sorry, baby, but even that night we stopped for a snack, remember?" Ann giggled, remembering the popcorn they had eaten in bed, and how it had stuck to their damp skin. His knowing fingers were already building her to a second climax. She wanked his shaft, willing him to get hard again.

"Please, Tom?" Her husband snorted, shaking his head, while twisting his body, obviously to get her to let go of his cock.

"Tonight, babe, I promise," he winked at her, "I'll come straight home from work, and we can do it before dinner and then again at bedtime." Ann relented, surprised in part at how disappointed she felt—almost angry—and at how aggressive she was being. She did not want Tom to ask what was going on with her. He sat up, finger still working her sex, which he had been doing as long as they had been intimate in those times when she had not climaxed with or before him... or since she had started dancing, on the nights she was still excited even though she had climaxed when he was spent. He winked at her, thinking that oral sex—his performing on her—had been a wonderful kickstart for her before she had started dancing... but that since she had started she had simply been too excited to bother with foreplay.

His knowing touch triggered another orgasm, which Ann found herself playing up out of concern he would suspect something. She hated worrying about it, almost as much as she hated the truth that she wanted to cum the way she had the other night... with Jacen.

She lay panting in bed as Tom got up, kissed her gently with a quiet thank you, and went into the bathroom. The shower went on, and Ann listened, fingering her still aroused pussy and wondering what was wrong with her. True she had been hornier since she had started dancing; Tom did not know it, but Ann had only infrequently masturbated during their marriage and even before; getting herself off had been an infrequent activity since she had first learned to do so while in high school. But since she had started dancing at the club, she had been playing with herself daily, sometimes twice a day. She would get herself off, and then get on with her day... except that her arousal and need seemed to have gotten out of control since she had let Jacen have his way with her.

She shivered, remembering that she still had to get Plan B. And in the next moment she was cumming again, as if the thought of Jacen impregnating her somehow excited her. Pressing a hand against her twitching sex, Ann quieted when Tom came out and crossed, naked, to the closet. He did not seem to notice she was still awake. Ann watched him through half closed eyes. He was in great shape, flat stomach, toned arms and legs from jogging regularly. She could remember he had caught her eye the first time she had seen him on campus... and had been delighted when he had asked her out. She smiled at the memory of how amazing he had been in bed.

She watched him dress, anxiety growing that as great as Tom looked, she felt... numb. What the fuck was wrong with her? Ready for work, her husband crossed to her side of the bed, kissed her cheek again, and whispered that he loved her, just like he always did, she knew, even the mornings she was sound asleep. Less than ten minutes later, as the aroma of the coffee he had made reached the bedroom, she heard the door open and close, announcing Tom was gone.

Chapter III

Ann got up with purpose, a departure from her usual routine of lounging in the bed or padding about their home in just her nightie or robe until lunchtime. She showered, unashamed when the urge to masturbate with the handheld shower extended her time in the small stall by a few minutes. She told herself it would keep her from being so horny as she ran her errand.

Instead, she was aware that she was still horny... and thinking about how she might get off, by the time she left the house, having settled on just the mug of coffee for her breakfast. She got onto the highway, determined not to make her purchase anywhere that someone who might know them might shop. She also chose to avoid the drugstore near the club, and for the same reason. She liked most of the other dancers, but she knew better than to trust them with what she had done.

Though it had not been an hour since she had gotten off in the shower, Ann considered pausing in her car to masturbate when she finally found a CVS in the suburb southeast of their home. She had been pressing a hand against her demanding sex since exiting the highway, and it was doing nothing to ease her need. She wondered if this was how Tom and the other horny boys and men she had dated in high school and college felt. It almost made her sympathetic for the line of young men she had left hanging, a seemingly errant thought that made the married dancer pause in surprise.

Telling herself she had better self control than that, the housewife climbed out of her car and hurried to the automatic door. She looked back without slowing to make sure her remote fob locked the car. In so doing, she failed to realize she was approaching the exit and just in time to collide with the mountain of a man who was leaving the store. Ann staggered back, barely keeping herself from falling. She felt his hand close on her upper arm, keeping her from tipping backwards.

"Careful, miss," the man's voice was a low rumble. Ann blinked, seeing him for the first time, a very big, very black man. She gasped then, not because she was hurt or even surprised any longer, but because her pussy twitched, the need so great she had to clench her teeth to keep from touching herself right then and there. God, he was sexy. She flushed, shocked at that thought, and managed to nod, sidling around the big man, who had released her arm, maybe concerned at the way she had reacted, she thought belatedly. He was still watching her. Ann wondered if he somehow knew what Tom did not... what she had done. Her blush deepened and she managed to nod in answer to his caution, offering a hesitant smile that she hoped did not betray what was really making her tremble... desire.

Safely in the store, Ann straightened her back and mentally scolded herself for having such thoughts. She was married. She had made a mistake, that was all. She had been drinking, and had never seen such a big... Her arousal threatened to become a problem once again. Embarrassed, Ann forced herself to think about the lecherous man who had been such an ass in the booth that night. That quickly reduced her excitement enough to be controlled.

Ann hurried to the back of the store, finding the 'family planning' section. There were condoms and dams and non-prescription cervical caps, even the female condom she remembered hearing about on some talk show years before. There were lubricants and delaying gels and an array of little bottles that promised to be 'performance enhancers.' But no Plan B. Puzzled, Ann went up and down the neighboring aisles, her anxiety increasing. Resigned to having to ask, she went back to the pharmacist's glassed in kiosk.

There was another customer in line, an older black man, and Ann bit her lip in a vain attempt to deny the automatic thought—was he as big as Jacen—that sprang to mind. Instead of abating, she found herself wondering about the impressive man who had kept her from falling, as well. She averted her eyes, afraid to stare, then glanced back, smiling, nervous he would be offended, thinking she was a racist. If only he knew, she thought and nearly giggled before angrily tamping down such emotions, by wondering just what was wrong with her. She told herself it was unlikely the man was much different than Tom... there was no way all black men... or even most black men, could be as big as Jacen. Still, the simple presence of a black stranger—and a much older man, at that—had her nearly dripping with arousal once again, standing at the back of the store. She wrapped her arms around her sides, as if it was cold, and more earnestly wondered 'What the fuck has happened to me?'

"You OK?" Ann blinked and blushed; she had been staring at the man again, after all.

"No, I, uh," Ann blushed, "I'm... I just..." She could not very well say, 'I was imagining what it would be like to have sex with you.' "Sorry," she managed, "I just spaced out, there." The man tucked his lower lip under his bushy gray mustache. He collected his change from the pharmacist and collected the brown bag off of the counter.

"Well, hopefully they'll help to fix that," he offered her a sympathetic smile, and then he was gone. Ann was mortified... the guy obviously thought she had some sort of mental problem. Hell, maybe she did.

She turned to the counter, relieved to be taking care of her problem, in part because it stopped her thinking other things. The pharmacist was Pakistani and hard to understand. Ann explained that she had looked in the family planning but had not found the Plan B pills. The pharmacist nodded, reaching beneath the counter and bringing a single package up, setting it on the counter at the small open window in the thick plexiglass through which they were talking.

"You'd better give me another one, too," Ann added without thinking. The pharmacist blinked, then launched into a practiced spiel...

"It is not supposed to be birth control. It does not protect you for sex after it is taken. Birth control is safer and cheaper...' yada yada yada. Ann nodded, not really listening to what he was saying, as she opened her purse, praying she had enough cash to buy it... The last thing she wanted to explain to Tom what she had bought with their credit card. When the pharmacist ran out of steam, she looked at him steadily.

"I need another one... just in case," she finished lamely. He pursed his lips, stared at her pointedly, then shook his head, but reached under the counter again, retrieving another of the package he had first set on the counter, and a similar package.

"I recommend the brand name," he held onto the packages keeping Ann from taking either, "It's five dollars more..." as if she might not be able to pay. Ann found a C-note. She absently mused it was the bill the asshole had held up before trying to force her to give him head. "That is $49.99," the man's clipped accent was getting easier to decipher as she got used to it, "And again, it is not birth control..." She stopped nodding to glare at him. His head rocked back, and she was gratified to be able to have that effect on the presumptuous bastard. "You must take it with food," he returned to the patter of the instructions to reduce his obvious anxiety. Ann wondered if it was racist or sexist or both that had the little man acting like such an ass.

"Two of the brand name. Please." She offered a saccharine smile. The pharmacist pursed his lips, shook his head fractionally, then set down the second package. He scanned one of them twice, pressed some buttons on the register.

"That will be one hundred seven dollars and twenty three cents," Ann grabbed a twenty and handed it to the pharmacist along with the hundred dollar bill. Belatedly she considered grabbing a box of condoms, as well, but Jacen's words echoed in her head. She blushed, embarrassed at planning to have sex with him again. She was not going to repeat that mistake. She collected her purchase and left without a word to the frustrating pharmacist. But on her path out of the store, she rememebered what the pharmacist had said. She grabbed an iced latte from the cooler and a snickers bar from the display at the front of the cash wrap. She paid the bored girl at the front, and then hurried out to her car, pausing only long enough to discard the packaging from the first Plan B dose in the trash can outside the store.

Safely in her car, Ann ate two bites of the candy bar, then swallowed the small white pill, chasing it with a gulp of the sugary coffee. She sat, watching people walking past, in and out of the store, while she finished the candy and more than half of the drink, but she did not really see anyone. She was trying to understand how she could have let what happened happen, and why part of her seemed... hungry for it to happen again.

Glancing down at the remaining pill, she frowned. Why had she insisted on buying it? She tore the packaging open, digging through her purse until she found the tin of mints at the bottom. Tom hated the overstrong little candies, so she told herself it was a safe place to hide it until she needed it. The thought made her pause again... until? Once more she scolded herself; she was not going to sleep with Jacen again.

And of course just the thought of had retriggered her arousal. Ann started the car and lurched out of the small parking lot and onto the street, keeping from playing with herself only by the real fear of being discovered masturbating in her car in broad daylight.

***

By Ann's first set Friday, the housewife was determined to put an end to what had left her so addled in the days since she and Jacen had fucked. Thursday, had been a nightmare seesaw of arousal and shame. Her self control had broken down in the car, and the young beauty had fingered her seemingly constantly dripping slit to a barely satisfying climax the moment the garage door was closed, not even making it into the house. And the self gratification had been repeated before she had been able to focus to make a light lunch. And again after lunch. And four times more before Tom was home.

While masturbating, Ann determinedly thought of her husband, but even their most romantic or frantic couplings seemed to push her release out of reach. In contrast, just the fleeting thought of Jacen or her lapse Tuesday night would leave her vibrating with renewed desire.

She wondered if she would be exhausted by the time Tom arrived, and was almost relieved when five o'clock came and went without her husband bursting through the door. And she decided it was fortunate that the next cycle of need was peaking when he finally did make it home, because she could throw herself at him, welcoming her husband's eager reaction as they fucked like teenagers on the living room floor.
But as before, she did not cum... She knew she could never explain to her husband how she was so excited that she had to have him the moment he was home, but was not sufficiently aroused to get off even once before he was through. She had forced any thought of the big bouncer out of mind as Tom humped into her, focusing on the heat and passion she shared with the man she loved, and desperately trying to get to the peak. Then, it was too late, Tom went stiff, pushing against her with all of his might. So she faked it again. And prayed he did not see that she was acting; she certainly was not going to complain that he did not last long enough.

Instead, she jerked and gasped and moaned, pressing against him, while trying to deny that she wished she could feel him erupting inside of her. The thought triggered another forbidden memory of Tuesday, the night she was beginning to think had ruined her, and which enflamed her need, just when Tom was absolutely unable to take care of her.

Unable to get herself off after they were finished, the perpetually aroused housewife stammered through the meal Tom had brought from her favorite little bistro, so obviously distracted Tom had decided he had done a particularly good job pleasuring his wife. Ann helped herself to most of the bottle of wine he had brought, and somehow, nipping at Tom's neck and undulating against him, naked, when he chose to go to bed immediately after they had finished dinner, she had been delighted to find that her husband, the man she loved, was again hard and ready to go.

Their second coupling Thursday night had been more heated if that was possible. It became a blur of friction and heat. Ann surrendered to the feelings, unaware of anything else, including who she was or who was with her. And it had been amazing; the housewife had climaxed quickly and repeatedly. Panting quietly after Tom had succumbed to the sleep of the thoroughly fucked, Ann had smiled certain that she had finally figured out what had happened. Sleep had claimed the young beauty, as well, but not before the kernel of an idea had sprouted.

Ann had awakened Friday at Tom's kiss goodbye. She had pouted, wishing she could again enjoy the passion and pleasure they had shared hours before just once more before he left for work. And she had been unsurprised by the need she felt from the first moment she was awake. She got herself off with practiced ease, and slipped back to sleep.

It had been the middle of the afternoon, when the beautiful housewife was finally awake, in the shower getting ready for her shift, when she remembered what she had realized the night before... It had to have been the alcohol. Or more accurately, she convinced herself that the indescribable pleasure... a pleasure so delicious it had kept echoing itself in demanding need in the days since... was because of the alcohol.

'He probably isn't even that big,' she snorted to herself, denying the tickle of need that she still felt at even that tangential thought. A need that did not abate, and had her masturbating against the sink, envisioning the big bouncer's pounding shaft before she could dry off. Frustrated, Ann had to admit that knowing why her memory of the night was so vividly exaggerated did not ease that need.

By the time she left for work, she had masturbated three additional times, and the maddening need was still there, threatening to blossom again. Reluctantly, she told herself there was only one thing to do... She needed to let Jacen fuck her again while she was stone cold sober. When she saw for herself that he was not the Adonis of her memory, her body would stop betraying her, demanding more. Life would get back to normal and she and Tom could begin their family.

Killing the motor in the club's parking lot, she paused, and remembering the second Plan B pill, the pretty housewife told herself she had known it all along.

But Jacen was not working the door, and Ann did not see him as she wandered the club, trying not to look like she was looking for anyone specific. After the meeting with Les, she circulated again, still not finding the big bouncer. And of course, the more she looked, the more she became aroused. Confused at his absence and the continued response of her body even though she knew her memories had to be lies, the housewife found it difficult to concentrate. Downing her pre-set drink, she realized she had forgotten to tell Justin not to spike them for her.

She used the arousal in her set, pleased that the movement and the attention of the patrons were enough to build her excitement, which she took as proof of her theory. She giggled as the third song ended, because the big bouncer was leaning against the back wall, openly watching her. The shiver of pleasure, she told herself, was the result of all of the men watching her, not just Jacen's attention. She proved it to herself by staying in the dressing room after she had changed rather than rushing out to find him. When she went out onto the floor, she stopped at the bar to make sure her drinks were no longer spiked for her shift. Only then did she go looking for Jacen.

Of course, work got in the way. She entertained a bachelor party for several songs, and then two of her regulars after the guys were ready for new dancers to take a turn. Making sure there were no other patrons wanting her company, the young housewife paused at one side of the club, looking for Jacen. She saw him across the seating area, his arm braced on the corner where one of the halls joined the main seating area of the club, and hurried over, telling herself to relax.

She slowed, though, several steps away from him, when she realized that he was talking to one of the new dancers Les had mentioned on Wednesday. The younger woman, a red head named Hilary, was obviously enjoying the big bouncer's attention, and the shameless way he was flirting spurred Ann back into motion. She did not stop to consider that what she was feeling was jealousy.

Jacen glanced up at her and smiled, except Ann saw that it didn't reach his eyes; he was mad that she was interrupting. 'Good,' she thought triumphantly.

"There you are, Jacen," she batted her eyes, stepping close, leaning against him, arm curling around his muscular bicep with exaggerated familiarity, except that it really was not exaggerated, "I thought maybe you had the night off."

"Ann," the bouncer shook his head, most of his attention remaining on Hilary. "I'm here. I've just been working the privates... Les wanted me to make sure nothing improper was going on." Ann blushed, wondering if Jacen knew that she had complained to the club owner. She remembered that he did not want to interfere in the girls' side business, she suddenly wished she had stayed quiet.

"Are you doing anything special after close?" she asked, pressing her thighs tight at the knowledge of what she was asking. Jacen winked at Hilary.

"Well," he shrugged, "I was trying to talk Miss Hilary, here, into joining me and my buddy for an early breakfast, and," he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and Hilary giggled, licking her lips. Ann pointedly rubbed her chest against Jacen's arm, surprising herself.

"Oh," she hesitated, embarrassed at her behavior, especially since they were not alone, "I was sort of hoping we could... do something after close," Ann's blush deepened, and her arousal grew.

"So you're horny again, then?" Ann was horrified at how brazen Jacen was being with another dancer standing right there." His smile was a leer, "I told you, they always come back for seconds." Ann could not keep from looking at Hilary, who was staring at her in obvious surprise. But at least she had Jacen's attention; he completely ignored the younger dancer. "Well?" Ann stamped a heel, and tried to deny that she was incredibly horny. Jacen shifted, bringing his left arm around in front of Ann and pressing his open palm against her crotch. The housewife shuddered; it was a struggle not to moan, and she could not keep from pressing her sex against his teasing fingers. He flexed his long third finger, teasing the edge of Ann's bottoms as he stared intently at the young wife.

Ann knew she should stop him, and could not believe she was willing to let him finger her on the edge of the floor... but she was. He relented though, his smile wider if that was possible.

"Sorry, Hilary," he shrugged, "I guess I have plans after all." It was the younger red head's turn to stomp her foot. She held a hand up, though, two fingers raised.

"You said you were meeting a buddy," she countered, "We'll double." Jacen shrugged, looking at Ann. She almost said 'bring the bitch along' but managed to hold her tongue. Ann nodded, relieved since Hilary could keep Jacen's friend company. A part of her wanted to hold the bouncer's hand against her sex as he pulled it away. And part of her worried she was so wet her thong would be soaked through if she looked down.

"Well don't leave it all up on stage," Jacen said with a wink, "I'd better get to work. And you girls had better see about making Les' customers happy."

The next guy to get a lap dance from Ann must have thought he had died and gone to heaven; the married dancer truly ground against him, albeit unconsciously, driven by her need for release. Ann blushed, only realizing after she was done climaxing that her moans and shivering body had also carried her admirer over the edge, although the guy clearly did not mind, based upon the tip he added when she slipped off of his lap.

Of course, her relief did not last long. By the end of her second set she was practically rubbing her bare sex against the pole, unconsciously imagining that it was Jacen. The pressure had the opposite effect of what she hoped. It also had the guys nearly climbing onto the stage. The walkway was littered with bills she had been too preoccupied to collect when she finished, It was almost time for her third set before she had finished shaking her aroused ass over the men interested in lap dances from the hot married stripper.

Buzzed from ninety minutes of uninterrupted arousal, the housewife leaned over the bar and Justin obligingly spiked the last cranberry juice she received from a customer. Sipping the drink, Ann sauntered through the crowd, reveling in the attention, telling herself it was proof that it wasn't just Jacen. It was the club, and the excitement of dancing bare for strange men that had led to her making that mistake. The pulse of need that throbbed deep in her stomach at the knowledge Jacen had agreed to meet her after work went unrecognized—she had been on the edge of an orgasm most of the night. Twice after her second set she had actually gotten off while rubbing against strangers doing lap dances.

When she strutted out onto the stage for her third set, Ann saw Jacen leaning against the corner of the bar, watching her intently. She moaned at the way her sex flooded, and after trying to ignore him and her need during a pass around the edge of the stage, during which Ann lost her bra much more quickly then was normally the case, she paused at the rear pole, eyes finding the big bouncer and fixing on him. Licking her lips, she dropped her head, arching her back and running her hands up her bare torso, balancing with one shoulder against the pole. Ann tweaked her erect nipples, then raised one arm over her head, gripping the pole for better balance as she thrust her right hand inside the front of her thong. Eyes closed, mouth open, the aroused wife worked two fingers up and down her seam before pushing her hand in deeper, curling them up into her dripping sex.

Ann applied pressure to her clit with her palm, spasming visibly to the delight of the crowd. Actually, Ann was no longer aware of the men staring up at her on the stage. In her imagination, she was on her back, legs spread, as Jacen drove into her, pushing her into a climax. Blinking, the housewife blushed as she registered the shouts and cheers almost drowning out the music, and belatedly interrupting the fantasy that had taken control of her performance.

She pirouetted around the back pole, using the momentum she built to leap gracefully forward, catching the other pole and reversing direction, spinning sexily to the ground. She rolled to her back, crotch pointed off angle from the end of the stage toward Jacen, and bracing her feet, the white housewife pumped her pelvis up, as if meeting a lover's lunge. She cupped her sex with one hand, tearing the thong away, baring her glistening, aroused seam to the crowd. The men were howling. Several wadded bills were thrown toward her crotch in an obvious attempt to 'score a goal.' Ann held her ass high, drawing two fingers up her dripping slit and then licking her fingers as she sat up, crossing her legs, and catching hold of the pole to help as she unwound, 'spinning' back up onto her feet. Stark naked, Ann stalked the edge of the stage, pausing every few steps to bend at the waist and spin, hands squeezing her breasts as she shimmied her ass teasingly. Her inner thighs were damp, she was so hot by the time the song ended.

Two of the other girls came out, scooping up the bills covering the stage, while Mandy, the next dancer, shook her head. She caught hold of the aroused housewife's arm.

"Girl," she paused, popping her gum, "I don't know what's gotten in to you tonight, but that'll be a bitch to follow." Ann blushed but nodded, starting to apologize. Mandy interrupted her with a laugh. "Don't worry," she caught hold of the curtain, "I'd make good money after that even if I just stood there." She pulled the curtain wide, her lithe body undulating against Ann's. Her music started, but instead of strutting out to begin her dance, Mandy caught hold of Ann's bare breast, groping it openly as she pivoted in front of the shocked, naked housewife. Mandy's free hand was at the back of Ann's head, and then the women were kissing passionately. The men surrounding the stage went wild.

After a moment the bottle blonde spun away, the finger she had slipped into Ann's dripping sex the last point of contact between the women. She strutted along the left edge of the stage, her expression daring the men to try to steal Ann away from her as she held her wet finger out over their heads before pausing at the far end of the stage to lick her fingers clean.

Ann was hidden by then by the fall of the heavy curtains, but she watched the next dancer's impromptu moves through one of the peep holes. Her entire body was sparking at the unexpected goose of her arousal caused by Mandy's kiss. Struggling to get control, she staggered into the dressing area and collapsed at her station. She tasted the drink on the counter to be sure it was just juice before downing half of it, crunching on a piece of the ice as she considered using more on her sex to cool off. She absently picked up the stack the other girls had left on her counter and began to count. She was surprised at how many fives and even tens there were.

House rules were that each girl turned in her take and then could get it at the end of her shift. One of the more experienced girls had warned Ann early on to always count her money before turning it in. The worst set she could remember had been a meager $41. It was usually at least one hundred dollars. Ann stared at the stacked cash... there was $443 from just that set.

Smiling in pride, the aroused housewife pulled a plain white cotton halter and thong out of her drawer and slipped them on. She stepped into the clear plastic four inch heels that were more comfortable than the stack heel she had worn on stage, and scooped up the cash, deftly putting a rubber band around it before she headed down the dimly lit back corridor to the dancer's window at the rear of the cash booth.

She was surprised to find Jacen and Hilary were standing in the hallway. The other woman wore a sequined two piece bikini with matching heels and an almost demure wrap that covered her hips and upper thighs.

"Ready, Ann?" Jacen held out his free hand. Ann had already noticed that his other arm was draped around Hilary. Her eyes flashed with jealousy.

"I have to go work the floor," she pursed her lips, "We should both be out there." Jacen just laughed.

"Les said you can take off early." Ann was obviously surprised. "I pointed out that your last set was so hot we would have guys trying to grope you and worse." Ann blushed; she had not considered that. "And there are a couple of 'undercover,' inspectors in the crowd tonight." Jacen went on, using his free hand to add the air quotations. Ann's eyes went wide—she knew her last set had been beyond what she could legally do on stage, but the girls usually stripped bare, in disregard of the law, since it meant better tips. Jacen laughed at her reaction. "Don't sweat it," he waved a hand dismissively, "They're with the program. But if you went out on the floor, they might want you to do a private, if you know what I mean..." Ann could guess what he meant. She nodded, then smiled.

"So you thought my set was hot?" The big bouncer's smile widened.

"Oh yeah," his head bobbed, "I didn't know you had it in you to do that on stage," He rubbed his chin, "Well, now that I think about it, I knew you could...I just didn't know if you'd do it for the crowd instead of just me." Ann's mouth dropped open, shocked again that he talked like that in front of Hilary, but the other dancer did not react at all, and belatedly Ann realized her fellow dancer was obviously interested in having sex, so she would not think Ann's similar goal was unusual. She wondered if all of the other dancers were as casual about sex.

She knew most did not really enjoy dancing that much... it was strictly a job. But it involved sex, and she was learning that at least some of the dancers were comfortable doing more than just dancing. The thought left her uncomfortable, as it had before. It also seemed to spur her arousal. Ann told herself it was just the knowledge that she was getting off early, and was going to prove to herself Jacen was just a man like Tom.

"Besides," Jacen went on, "There's only another ninety minutes before close, anyway." He was right, Ann thought, aware that she usually went earlier in the rotation of dancers. "Go on and cash out, and we'll see about having some fun." Ann nodded and stepped up to the cash window in the hallway.

"You had a great night," Webb, the cashier smiled at Ann through the window, as he counted the bills she had already gone through. He entered the number, "$791 doing three sets... If you danced five you would've cleared a grand on stage alone." Ann nodded; she knew Les had most of the girls dancing at least four sets, but he had assured her she did so well on the floor he was not going to push her to do more on stage then she was comfortable with. "And with your lap dances tonight..." he checked his notes, "Damn girl, you did 30 in the window between your second and third sets." Ann just smiled... Ten in an hour was really busy. "$1340 from the floor..." He whistled, "I haven't seen many better single shifts." He pecked at the computer's number pad as he spoke, "Thirteen forty and seven ninety one... twenty-one thirty-one... less thirty percent... fourteen ninety-two." He shook his head, glancing up at Ann, "That's a lot of money to be carrying out of here."

"Hell, she'll be with me," Jacen said, feigning indignation. Ann giggled.

"I'll take two hundred fifty," she told the cashier, "Put two hundred into the staff kitty," the cashier beamed, since he would get some of that, "Could you direct deposit the rest?" Webb nodded, then went about filling out the requisite forms, which Ann signed before collecting a dozen crisp twenties and a matching ten note. She had heard some of the girls grumble about paying thirty percent to Les, but someone else had pointed out that they did not have to pay for stage time, had always had to pay ten percent to clubs, with more to recognize the non-performing staff, and that Les was paying their health insurance and providing a dancer kitty so there was some money even a girl had an off night. They even had a retirement plan at the club. Having heard horror stories from dancers who had worked independently at clubs, Ann was happy to be Les' employee rather than a contract dancer.
"I've gotta get my purse and bag," she said to Jacen, who had been standing beside her, as Webb finished up with her.

"I've got them," Hilary said with a smile, holding Ann's Coach hobo purse and pink and black UnderArmor dance bag. Though surprised, Ann thanked the other dancer. She took the bags, putting the cash into her wallet as she followed Jacen's course through the back hallways to the staff exit in the parking lot.

"Wait," Ann glanced down at her barely there clothing, "I should change if we're going out."

"Not on my account, I hope," Jacen teased, "Jeans or sweats?"

"Jeans," Ann pouted, wishing she had worn sweats, which she could pull on in the hallway.

"Well, I'm on my bike," Jacen said, "If we took your car we could all go together." Ann nodded. "I can drive, so you can put your jeans on," Ann fished her keys out of her purse, handing them to the big man.

"And you want me to get into my car like this?" she asked in surprise. Jacen grinned.

"Hell, anyone in the parking lot has seen more than that," he teased, "And I'm not really planning on your clothes being on that long anyway, to tell the truth." Ann shivered at the rush of need his words triggered. She bit her lower lip for a second, then smiled, reaching for the door's push bar.

"Well, then, let's get going." Ann said, and led the way into the parking lot, giggling at the double take of a couple of guys heading toward their car. She gave them a smile and a wave as the trio sauntered to her car. Ann remembered to stop at the passenger side. When she tried it, though, it was locked. Jacen waited until she looked back at him before using the remote to unlock the door.

"Gotta give the customers a show," he smiled. Ann stuck her tongue out, then twitched her ass at the big bouncer as she opened it.

"Do you want to get in back to change?" Hilary asked, to Ann's annoyance. She slipped into the passenger seat.

"Thanks, but I'll be fine," she said, pulling her jeans out of her bag, along with the club logo hoodie she had worn to work. Realizing that the other woman was in just a bikini set as well, Ann laughed, and pushed her clothes back into the bag, "In fact, I don't think I need to change," she finished as Jacen slid into the driver's seat.

***

Both women laughed at the difficulty the big man had getting situated. He slid the seat all the way back, and still looked cramped. Lifting the steering wheel did not help very much. He adjusted the mirrors, then looked at the women.

"Seatbelts," he said, "Wouldn't do to have you getting me a ticket if we're stopped.

"Oh, I don't think we'd get a ticket if we were stopped," Hilary batted her eyes and tugged at the edge of her skimpy top suggestively, "I never get tickets."

"What if it's a lady cop?" Jacen seemed honestly interested in Hilary's answer as he pulled out of the parking lot onto the street.

"Are you serious?" the stripper laughed, "I swear there's one who stops me at least once a month, just to eye me up and see if I'm willing to go out for drinks." She smiled, at Ann and Jacen, "Getting them to let me off is easier than it is with male cops." Jacen was clearly unconvinced. He looked over at Ann.

"What made you change your mind?" he asked. Ann blushed.

"I couldn't stop thinking about it," she said honestly, unable to look at him, afraid to look at Hilary. She realized she was pressing a hand against her crotch.

"You were thinking about it up on stage." he said. Ann's nipples began to tingle as she nodded. She glanced at him, and saw the bouncer's smile widen. "Well, we'll have to see if we can't give you some more material tonight," he paused, making a turn opposite the direction Ann usually took to go home, "Before you know it you'll be making too much money to stop working for Les." Ann rolled her eyes and shook her head. She watched the passing businesses and condos, closed and dark.

"Where are we going?" she asked after a minute.

"Gotta meet Billy," he winked, "We won't be long. You hungry?" Ann nodded, giggling when her stomach grumbled. "Well, we'll get something to eat, then, too." Ann snorted.

"Yeah, with me dressed like this." Jacen's hand dropped to her thigh and Ann's breath caught. She wanted to look back to see if Hilary was watching them, but dared not. She knew she should stop him, even as she spread her legs, offering herself to him, her body buzzing she was so aroused. She could not look at him.

"Oh yeah, my sexy bitch," Jacen's voice was low, seeming to add to the buzz she felt, "I'm gonna love showing you off." Ann nearly lifted her pelvis, hungry to feel his fingers on her sex again. She barely suppressed a moan as his fingers brushed the edge of her cotton panties. "You'd be okay with that, right, little bitch?" Ann felt herself nod, and as if in reward, the bouncer's second and third fingers slipped inside her panties, deftly thrusting into her cleft, pushing as if to drive into her dripping pussy before shifting back up to press, then circle her aroused, erect clit. Ann closed her eyes and opened her mouth, panting silently, struggling not to make a sound.

A moment later, Jacen's fingers were in her mouth. She blinked, even as she closed her lips and sucked her fluids from his black skin. She was embarrassed but was too hot to argue. He dropped his hand back onto her thigh, but did not resume teasing her. She was wondering if he was waiting for her to encourage him when he braked sharply, pulling to a stop alongside the curb. The back passenger door of the RAV opened, a big body slipping in. The the car was rolling again, even before the door had closed.

Ann craned her head to look back, and found a lanky man with skin every bit as black as Jacen's looking from face to face. The man was less... massive then Jacen, but he was obviously in good shape, and Ann felt a tremble of desire as the new arrival's eyes openly examined her. She smiled, aware that the car seat was hampering his view.

"What's up, B?" Jacen asked. The man reached up and Jacen removed his hand from Ann's thigh, the men tapping knuckles, "That an all right stealth approach?" B nodded, readjusting the cameras he was holding, one of them on a partially extended black monopod.

"Perfect timing, too," he sat back, eyes moving to Hilary, who was preening beside him in the back seat. "Guess it's good for me my current project is an early riser." Ann blinked.

"You were doing a stakeout?" she asked. The big man shrugged.

"Something like that."

"Mmm, another cop," Hilary purred, undulating against him. Billy turned, and as Ann watched, the apparent strangers began to kiss and fondle one another. Hilary's top came away, baring her small, pert breasts in the darkened RAV. Without thinking about it, Ann brought a hand to her left breast as she watched the new man begin to tease Hilary's nipple. She pressed her thighs tight, looking back at Jacen. The big man had obviously knew what was happening in the backseat, and had also been watching her. He winked.

"Hungry, man?" he asked, the new arrival, glancing again into the mirror. Jacen nodded, and Ann guessed the answer had been a head shake or nod. She shivered as Jacen's hand tickled up and down her bare thigh. "Think you can wait long enough for us to stop for some food," he teased as his finger brushed over Ann's panties. Her ass came off of the seat, welcoming his touch. He did not take the invitation, though. She managed to nod that she could wait.

Two minutes later, the car was in a short line at the back of Pancho's. Ann had heard of the all night burrito shop, but had never been. Jacen did not bother asking what she wanted, ordering by number, and adding 'and 2 sixes of Corona' before they pulled forward. She was a little surprised, but she was more distracted at the thought that the people in the car ahead could see she was in a barely there cotton top, with a big black man beside her. And then Jacen's fingers resumed teasing over her sex, inside of her panties, and she could not focus enough to worry about it.

"Damn," he grumbled, "Thirty dollars? That's robbery man."

"Here," she managed, digging into her purse. She handed him two bills, confident it would cover the cost. Jacen took the bills with his left hand, his thick right index finger circling Ann's clit. Before they reached the window, the housewife was shuddering visibly and panting. Her hand gripped his wrist fiercely as she struggled to remain quiet. A feminine gasp behind them told her Hilary was being pleasured as well, and she wondered how. The car rolled forward and Jacen's fingers slipped back out of her panties, leaving her so close. She glanced back to see Billy's hand pressed against Hilary's sex, the red head's bikini bottom untied at one side, and hanging from her left thigh. From her angle, she could not see the other man's cock, although the movement of Hilary's arm suggested she was wanking her new friend.

The pair did not stop when Jacen pulled up to the window, but the clerk seemed unfazed, and Ann giggled, wondering what all the young man had seen. Jacen passed the sacks into the backseat, tipped the clerk generously, and then they were pulling back onto the street, driving further from both the club and Ann's home. By the time they stopped, the married stripper was more than a little anxious. They were still in the city, but well east of state line, in a neighborhood that had been new just after World War II. She saw the shadowed rows of similar matchbox homes in varying degrees of despair.

Jacen parked at the curb, and Ann wished she had put her jeans on. She heard Billy and Hilary trying to get themselves put together. Jacen climbed out, pausing to reach into the back to grab the bags before he came around to open Ann's door. By then the others had half fallen out of the car on the same side, giggling and hanging off of one another as if they had been drinking. Ann clung to Jacen, praying none of his neighbors would see her in the yard light, walking up to his house barely dressed. It seemed to take him forever to unlock the series of deadbolts on his door. He stepped in, flipping on a hall light as a beep began to sound, announcing a security system. Jacen headed toward the back of the house, setting the bags from Pancho's on a coffee table as he passed.

"Make yourselves at home," he waved a hand, "I'll be right back." Billy closed the door after the others had slipped inside. The had barely made it out of she short front hallway when Hilary pulled him down onto the couch in the front room, curling her left ankle around Billy's right thigh, and openly rubbing her sex against his crotch.

***

"Damn, girl," Billy teased after a moment, pulling back and sitting up, "Gotta let a brother eat before he can take care of you like that." A moment later, Jacen returned carrying a fifth of Jack Daniels and a Tupperware container.

"I almost forgot that I had dessert," he waved the container. Ann giggled, because he had donned a baseball cap in the back of the house. He sat down beside Ann on the loveseat which was at an angle to the couch where the others were sprawled. For maybe fifteen minutes they sat, eating the greasy burritos. The others laughed, taking swigs of the whiskey and chasing it with the beer, but Ann demurred, reminding herself she needed to be sober to know that sex with Jacen was no different than it was with Tom. Hilary was shameless, feeding Billy, and posing when Jacen's friend started to take pictures with the camera had had on a strap around his neck. Ann hesitated, but did not protest when he took some of her laughing and eating beside Jacen; she was acutely aware that the bouncer had his arm around her shoulders. When the big bouncer bent his head to kiss her, though, his hand dropping onto her aroused tit, Ann pushed him away, whispering, 'not here.'

Jacen chuckled, and leaned back, grabbing one of the brownies from the container he had brought out from the kitchen. He took a bite, holding the container out to Ann, who took one as well, but pouted as she did... she just wanted him to take her into his bedroom. Just when she was sure he was going to ignore what she was trying to get him to do, the big bouncer tossed back a final hit of the Jack and then stood, telling the others he guessed there was a better dessert he wanted to enjoy. Ann was not even embarrassed at his saying that; she almost leapt off of the couch, catching his hand. She did blush, though, when Jacen went on, telling Hilary and Billy it was 'time to remind Ann what she had been missing.' Hilary giggled, then squealed as Billy groped her chest. She was naked by then, and taking the others' departure as a cue, she opened Billy's pants, diving onto his crotch before Ann could really see what the other black man was like. She was curious, but did not stay to watch, since Jacen was almost out of the room with her in tow, and she was more than hot enough to go along.

He pulled her ahead of him after pausing at the open door to his bedroom in the short hall off of the main room. She saw that there was a bathroom farther down the hall, and considered whether she needed to pee, but Jacen still had her hand in his, and seeing the bed, she advanced into the bedroom; Ann could admit that she had a more pressing need at that moment. He took her brownie out of her hand and set it with his on the nightstand before stepping back in front of Ann where she was nervously shifting her weight at the foot of the bed.

She welcomed the big bouncer's kiss, shivering as his fingers teased around her nipples through the thin top, then danced down her bare sides, one hand cupping her ass, the other teasing over the crotch of her thong before rising to the waistband. His lips moved to her neck and Ann's head dropped back. She sighed in delight, then gasped when his lips dropped to her chest. Jacen sucked and nipped at her aroused nipples through her cotton top. She wished he would push it up, but he seemed content teasing her through the material, which was quickly soaking wet. When he backed off after a few minutes, Ann giggled as she looked down... She might as well have been naked, since her nipples and areolae were plainly visible through the wet cotton bra.

When Jacen pushed, Ann did not protest. She gasped in pleasant surprise as he deftly stripped her panties down to almost her knees as she fell back onto his bed. Giggling again, Ann shimmied her thighs, knees pressed together so that the cotton thong dropped to her ankles, which were draped over the foot of the bed. She pointed her toes, letting the bottoms drop to the carpet.

Ann moaned and spread her legs, because Jacen's skilled fingers were already at work on her dripping sex. He was still standing, and moved up between her splayed knees. He leaned over, and Ann welcomed his kiss, shivering at the strength of even his tongue as it thrust into her mouth. Her stomach tensed and pulsed from the teasing Jacen's fingers were doing to her clit, alternately slipping down her wet slit to push into her hungry sex. She moaned again when Jacen kissed his way down to her breasts, focusing on both for a couple minutes. When he paused, literally ripping the bra at the front seam, Ann gasped, arching her back to feed her bared nipples to his lips. He tweaked her left nipple with his right hand while the fingers of his left hand expertly resumed teasing her pussy. A moment later, Jacen moved further down, and without hesitation the pressed his lips down around Ann's rigid clit. Her breath caught, then escaped in a hiss as he began to lap and nip at her bare sex.

Ann heard Hilary voice a low moan in the front room. She giggled, realizing they had left the door open. Aware that she was moaning, too, she imagined the other stripper was getting similar treatment in the living room. A moment later, Ann was cumming strongly, and conscious thoughts were too ephemeral to consider.

"Fuck me!" she gasped, as she came down from the shimmering high, "Don't tease me any more... Give it to me."

"Give what to you?" Jacen taunted, rising to kiss her navel.

"Give me your big black cock," Ann did not hestitate. Her hands were scrabbling over Jacen's muscular chest and upper abdomen, trying to pull him up over her... into her. She needed a cock.

"You're sure?" Jacen taunted again, and Ann nodded her head fervently, hands scrabbling to the middle of his muscular abdomen as he moved up, over her. She expected to have to open his pants, and was surprised when the bouncer's naked cock slapped against her hands and wrists. She blinked, fingers closing around his shaft... Both hands? Her breath caught, and she lifted her head, realizing in that moment of genuine shock that it had not been just the alcohol—Jacen was huge! She was still pulling at him, and Jacen shifted higher. Even as a flicker of rational thought screamed for her to run, the heavy head of his cock brushed against her enflamed pussy. "Your tight white cunt wants my black cock?" The loving wife tried to hold his heavy shaft away from her sex, but Jacen easily overcame the resistance, shifting his hips up and down, moving her knuckles and the head of his shaft up her dripping seam, butting against her clit.

"Yes!" Ann moaned, knees rising, flexing out, welcoming the bouncer's advance. Jacen chuckled, teasing his cock over her sex again as she pulled at him, hungry for it. "I want it!" Ann managed, pelvis tilting in a vain attempt to get him inside of her, "Fuck me with your big black cock!" Jacen pulled back slightly, and Ann let go, confident he was going to fuck her... Wanting it to happen. She moaned as the broad head separated her dripping inner folds, then whimpered when he did nothing more. She twisted her hips, her only awareness her arousal and the certainty Jacen would be able to satisfy her.

"Put me in your cunt, then, my married bitch," the bouncer taunted. Ann tried to catch his heavy shaft with her right hand, but Jacen slapped her wrist, knocking her hand away. "Not that hand, little bitch," he pushed her hand up toward her breast, "Pinch those nipples." Ann obeyed without thinking about it. "Don't stop," he warned, "Now put me in your cheating cunt." Ann's head thrashed side to side, even as she caught his heavy cock in her left hand and pulled him into her. Lights flashed behind her closed eyes. Ann's mouth fell open, but she could not make a sound as she felt him moving into her. She pulled harder... wanted more... wanted all of it.

Jacen remained passive until her pinky touched her splayed inner labia. Then he added pressure, easily continuing to push through her suddenly lax fingers into the married stripper's pussy. He stopped when her breath caught, held himself in place for long seconds, then gently moved his hips side to side. He smiled... he was more than halfway in... deeper than her hubby could touch. When her breath caught again at his applying pressure once more, he backed out until just his cockhead was inside of her. And waited.

The rhythmic thump of bodies rutting together reached them from the open bedroom door. Ann's head was back, eyes still closed, breasts moving visibly as she panted. Jacen waited, too, and within a few seconds, a whine escaped the aroused wife's throat. She lifted her hips, pushing herself farther onto his rigid cock. Jacen teased her a few seconds more before he again leaned over the petite white wife, slipping into her steadily. She hissed as he pushed through where he had paused before. Jacen ignored it, adding pressure and circling his hips, boring deeper into Ann's protesting cunt.

"Aw, ow," she was still pinching her nipples Jacen noted with a smile, but her left hand rose, bracing against his chest. "Too deep," she whined, head thrashing side to side again, "Wait."

"You know it's not too big, little bitch," Jacen murmured, pausing his advance, still moving in circles between her legs. "Remember?" Ann nodded, a flush appearing on her neck. "Yeah, you can fuck like no other woman I've ever met," he went on, "Made me real sorry when you said you didn't want more of this," and he added pressure, seating another half inch. "But I guess you know now, don't you..." he backed out that half inch, still circling, "You've been dreaming about this, haven't you?" The flush spread to the tops of her breasts, but Ann nodded, biting her lip. Her fluids had literally began to pour out of her. He added pressure, kept it up when her breath caught, ignored her hand where it was pressing against his chest.
"Look, my little bitch," Jacen crooned, "I'm already deeper than poor little hubby can ever reach. Deeper than I was the other night until you were cumming." Ann's head came up, eyes focusing on their groins, on Jacen's thick cock thrust into her stretched, protesting pussy. "Does it feel good?" he taunted, hips circling. Ann bit her lip but nodded. "Oh no, little bitch," he shook his head, "Tell me." Ann's eyes were glued to her pussy.

"It's amazing," she managed, panting, "I can't... I didn't think it was real..." Jacen chuckled, the transmission of its vibrations into her sex making the white wife shiver.

"So this was to prove I wasn't all that?" he laughed as he worked four inches in and out, in and out. Ann's flat stomach twitched visibly. "That's why you didn't have a Corona?" The stripper's blush was visible on her chest, as she nodded. "Damn, but you blush pretty," Jacen paused, "So now you know the truth." Ann nodded again. "Tell me," he said quietly. Ann shook her head, and in answer Jacen backed out, leaving what he guessed was hubby's length inside of the aroused white wife. Ann whined, her hand moving behind his waist, tugging. When he did not move, she reluctantly stopped pinching her nipple, using both hands in a vain attempt to pull him back in to her.

She lifted her hips, which would have worked, except Jacen moved back, chuckling when her ankles came up, cinching behind his thighs.

"You want to go back to this," he wiggled his hips, "Just want hubby's little cock, then?" he taunted. She shook her head again.

"No... Please!" she whispered. Jacen waited, circling his erection teasingly inside of her. "Don't tease," she whined, and he continued, waiting. "God, you're amazing... I can't believe how big you are... how good you feel inside of me," she paused to catch her breath, "I love it... Fuck me... I want it. Please fuck my cunt with your big black cock!" He fed his cock into her hungry cunt, past where he had been, until most of his shaft was seated snugly in her stretched sex. Most, but not all. He knew he could bury it, but he was not ready to do that yet. Ann's head had dropped back as he thrust forward, the plane of her neck sexy in the half lit room.

"You like having my big cock in your married cunt?"

"Yesss," Ann hissed, hips pumping steadily at him, inviting his thrust, "I love it... Give it to me!" Jacen set his broad left hand on Ann's mons, circling, then applying pressure to her clit with the callused ball of his thumb. Ann cried out, back arching, hands clenching at the bedspread as she began to cum. He curled his thumb down over her clit, keeping the pressure on as the tip of his digit pushed into her sex atop his shaft. He searched for the almond shaped G spot, knowing he did not have to hit it directly as hot as she was. And as he applied a circling pressure aginst the front wall of her vaginal vault, he pushed forward, easily seating the rest of his cock in the helpless wife's spasming cunt. He waited, holding himself buried, until her climax eased, and Ann's panting had quieted.

"See, you took the whole thing," he taunted her, shifting his hips, as he deftly removed his thumb, leaning over the helpless, impaled wife , applying more pressure to his cock. Ann lifted her head, looked down her body to where Jacen's tight pubic curls were pressed against her crotch. Her hands came up over her flat stomach.

"Oh God, you're so deep," she murmured, pressing against him through her belly.

"You ever get off on a one stroke fuck before?" he asked, knowing the answer. Ann looked down in embarrassment but shook her head. "What's that?" Jacen shifted as if he was going to pull out, although that was the last thing he had planned.

"No!" Ann's voice was almost an octave lower in her continued arousal, "Don't... I haven't... I've never cum like that... Never orgasmed like I do on your big black cock." Jacen smiled, pleased at how easily she was remembering to use the words he had taught her.

"So you're ready to keep fucking?" he shifted his hips, cock moving teasingly in her relaxing, still aroused sex. Ann nodded. Jacen reached down, hooking his left hand under Ann's ass. He stopped recording with the cell phone he held in his right hand, tossing it to the bed beside her. Belatedly Ann realized what she had seen... that he had been holding his phone up. Her eyes went wide at the thought he had taken a picture of her like that.

"Did you... Ahhhh!" The big bouncer did not back out, but catching her ass in both hands, pulled her up against his cock as he applied even more pressure. Ann's body bucked and twitched and she would have screamed except she could not catch her breath. The hands she had raised meaning to make him wait fluttered over his washboard abdomen, unguided as her mind exploded with a second powerful orgasm in less than two minutes.

By the time she had recovered, the big cop had pulled her ass down to the edge of the bed, all the while holding his entire cock inside of his conquest. Using the leverage gained from standing at the foot of the bed, he began hammering his cock in and out of her in full strokes, his hands anchoring Ann in place. She found she could breathe again, moaning or crying out on every thrust, aware that he was pounding into her at an impossible rate... and that her hands were on his ass, urging him on. The sound of his heavy panting breath seemed to fill the room.

"Here... it cums..." he managed as she felt yet another orgasm building quickly within her. His hands had moved to her waist, and he levered against her, pushing her down on the mattress, changing the angle of his pumping cock, so that the upper edge dragged over her clit in and out and in. Ann screamed as another monstrous climax exploded in her center. And then Jacen was grunting, his black cock balls deep, the pulse of his release something she could feel even in the midst of her own climax.

As in her memory, the big man resumed fucking into her when he was spent, the impossible black cock still more than enough to get the helpless wife and stripper off. He set a steady pace, and Ann quickly lost count of her orgasms, wondering each time if he was going to join her, giggling when she would think that, considering how rare she had always thought mutual orgasms to be.

As she was coming down from an orgasm, aware that he was getting hard inside of her again, she was surprised when Jacen pushed himself upright, pulling completely out of her still hot cunt.

"No," she whined, trying to catch him to no avail. Chuckling, the big black man caught her left thigh and literally rolled her onto her stomach, easily dragging her back to the edge of the bed. He braced his thighs against the soles of her feet, and a moment later the horny white wife found herself on her hands and knees. She wiggled her ass invitingly, moaning happily as Jacen filled her in a single delicious stroke. He spanked her right haunch.

"Looks like we got that pussy trained record time," he said, catching her hips and resuming the fucking he had been giving her a minute before. Ann was ashamed that she had almost hoped he would push into her ass; having learned her memory of the night at the club was not a booze induced fever dream, the idea of feeling the big man take her ass again was almost enough for her to ask for it. One of his hands slipped down to tease her clit, but it was not necessary—Ann was cumming again within two minutes of their changing positions, and she welcomed Jacen's second load like a dog in heat, howling in her own release as he shouted, his wonderful cock buried as it twitched, pouring his seed into her channel.

Ann collapsed onto the bed when he pulled out. She knew she should stop it... knew she should go home, and absently wondered how long they had been fucking... Was Tom up waiting for her? She looked around, trying to remember where she had left her phone.

"Damn you're amazing," Jacen swatted her ass playfully, and without a word sauntered naked out of the bedroom. Ann knew she should get up, cover up... something, but she was too deliciously spent to move... and still too aroused to really consider leaving. Jacen was back a moment later, carrying two of the coronas. He sat at the head of the bed and Ann pushed up onto her hands & knees, crawling to lean against him. She accepted a beer, having realized she was thirsty. Jacen draped his left arm around her, toying with her nipple. Instead of bothering her, as happened on the rare occasions Tom did that after they were done, it seemed to stoke the need still burning in her core. She shivered.

"What are you thinking?" the big man asked. Ann felt herself blush, and buried her face in his shoulder, but she answered.

"I was thinking you've ruined me," she said honestly.

"Really?" Jacen snorted, "I should be so lucky."

"I'm serious," Ann pressed her left hand against her sex, "I'd let you put that amazing cock back inside of me right now." She meant it, too. "I spent every day trying to find a way to stop remembering how amazing it felt being with you... The only way I could enjoy sex with Tom was to get drunk. And that's when I told myself it had to be all that vodka the other night." She stopped, shocked she was being so honest and open with him.

"And now?"

"No, I know I'm ruined," she shivered, "At least Les will let me work a better schedule." Jacen sat up, smiling broadly.

"So you're gonna keep working?!" Ann rolled her eyes, then giggled.

"I don't think they'd let you fuck me in your squad car." Jacen shrugged.

"Oh, if that's what it took, I think I could find a way..." Ann giggled again, then looked down at her body, her right inner thigh, which was turned beneath the left so she could be against Jacen, was smeared with their mingled fluids.

"I'm a mess," she pouted, then paused and looked at Jacen again, "Where did you find that ball cap?" It was a black short brimmed baseball cap emblazoned with 'FBI' in large letters. But as close as they were, Ann could see the letters started the words 'Female Body Inspector.' Jacen laughed.

"It was in the kitchen," he shrugged, "It seemed appropriate. Does it distract you?" he took the hat off, setting it on the nightstand so she could still read the letters, "It can't have, considering... I was wearing it the whole time." Ann laughed. Jacen picked up his brownie, offering her the other, which Ann took. She followed his lead, taking a bite, and then quickly another, surprised that it was good.

"This is home made," she said.

"You didn't think I could cook?" he feigned offense, and Ann rolled her eyes.

"No... I guess I just expected it would be store bought."

"Oh, it's commercial... Just not a grocery store brownie," he shrugged, and took another bite.

"I should clean up," Ann moved as she considered going to the bathroom down the hall. She wondered about her panties and remembered her top was ruined. And her bag was in the front room.

"Well here," Jacen took her brownie, running the edge over her bare inner thigh, collecting a healthy collection of the mingled fluids leaking out of her well fucked cunt. Ann turned up her nose in surprise, but let Jacen feed her the brownie. "See, your sweet honey is the perfect icing," he told her.

"That's not mine that looks like icing," she giggled, and was glad in that moment for the second Plan B pill. She was going to have to go back on the Pill pill, too... "And I don't see you eating that." In answer, Jacen leaned forward until he had reversed position, his face down by Ann's bare sex.

"I see some crumbs here," he kissed and nipped at Ann's sensitive inner thigh. Her nipples nearly popped they hardened so quickly, and the flush of heat between her legs left her lightheaded. She reached for the beer, alternating with the last of the brownie. Jacen waved his at her, putting it not against her thigh, but between her legs, running the crumbly cake over her lax labia.

"That's yours," she protested when he handed it to her.

"Oh, I'm getting the crumbs," he assured her, and lapped the full curve of her seam from top to bottom. Ann moaned. Unable to reach the nightstand, she finished the last of his brownie, as well, gasping in delight as the big cop proved he was not as squeamish about jism as Tom by eating her still ready pussy.

"Not fair," she protested, reaching for his amazing cock, the heavy tool flopping impressively in her hand. She bent at the waist and brought the broad head to her lips. Jacen's sigh of pleasure spurred her on. She worked to get more than the head into her mouth, but the angle was bad. Jacen took care of that, catching her legs above the knees and rolling toward the edge of the bed to her shock. Ann squealed, then giggled, finding herself on top of the big bouncer. He kept his face buried in her sex, sucking and nipping at her inner lips, teasing around her clit. Suppressing her moan of desire, Ann began to bob her head on his rising cock. She swirled her tongue and sucked, petite hand cradling his heavy balls as the white wife remembered she had taken him to the root once earlier in the week.

He was fully hard in just a few minutes, despite her continuing difficulties. He seemed perfectly content to keep up with the sixty-nine, and Ann was not about to argue, as skilled as he was with his lips and tongue. She had already nearly climaxed twice, but he had stopped or shifted the focus of his attention, so that instead of release it was her need that was becoming a distraction.

Except that it wasn't... Her arousal felt... amazing. And so did Jacen's cock. She paused and licked her lips, imagining it was a fudge pop, the treat she had always chosen at the curb when the ice cream truck came around during the summer. She went to work more eagerly, giggling that he almost tasted like chocolate, Her entire body seemed to be aroused. Each time her head bobbed down she felt a throbbing pleasure in her nipples and cunt. She wanted it to last, and found herself moving more slowly, pausing to hold him in her mouth and throat.

She blinked in surprise, then pride... She had most of him in her mouth. Not all... and she could not breathe, but the sparkles in her vision made her giggle as she backed off. She licked her lips, took several breaths, and shivered at Jacen's panting between her legs... He was enjoying it.

"You like that," she giggled, because it sounded like she was slurring, or at least speaking very slowly. And that was ridiculous; she had not even finished her beer.

"God, you're full of surprises," Jacen managed, his voice muffled by her crotch, the movement of his words over her engorged folds threatening to make her cum. She dove back onto him as answer, sucking hungrily, her focus on the delicious way it made her feel somewhere near her stomach, she was sure. She giggled again when his pubic hair tickled her nose, coughing when she backed off of him, and murmuring 'whee' because the room spun slightly. God he was amazing. He was thrusting two fingers in and out of her cunt, while sucking at her clit. She hummed happily belatedly aware she had been having an orgasm while she was blowing him. Her entire body seemed to glow, and she swallowed his rigid cock again, anxious for him to feel it, too.

She found a rhythm, keeping her nose in his thick pubic hair until she needed a breath, then backing up, but not totally off, breathing through her nose as she swirled her tongue around his swollen glans, and then swallowing again. Eyes closed, only barely aware that Jacen was still expertly working her pussy, keeping her cumming almost constantly, Ann did not even wonder when the sparkles she had been seeing were replaced by strobing lights.

That had repeated itself on four or five cycles, then disappeared, but she could feel Jacen's hands, pinching her nipples as he sucked hungrily at her cunt, distracting her by amplifying the force of her climax. He pushed her away gently the next time she backed off, and Ann thrust her tongue out, hungry to taste him again, wanting his cum.

"You're too good," his voice sounded slowed down, too... a 45 record played at the LP speed, "If you don't stop I'm going to cum."

"Good," she licked her lips, "I want your cum."

"Isn't there anything else you'd rather have?" As he spoke, she felt Jacen thrust two fingers into her empty, hungry cunt. Instead of pressing against the anterior wall, though, there was a strange and delicious pressure as he pinched the thumb he had thrust into her ass against his probing fingers. Her breath caught, and she shivered, wondering how he could know she wanted him in her ass.

"Yesss!" she drawled, "Oh God, I almost forgot," she giggled at that, "I want you to fuck my ass with your big black cock." She did not wait, either, kissing the waving head of his cock as she climbed off of him, away from his probing hands, and moved onto all fours near the pillows, her ass, waggling invitingly from the side of the bed. Jacen nudged her forward, and she felt his weight on the mattress behind her. She held her breath, anxious to have him thrusting into her ass once again.

Instead, the bouncer pushed himself into her empty sex, stopping only when his thighs met her ass. He pumped in and out... in and out, and then as he continued, he curled the thumb of his right hand down into her ass. Ann twitched and moaned and humped against him.

"Yess!" she husked, "Don't tease, baby, fuck my ass! Fill me with that big black cock." He pulled out, then, and set the broad head against her pucker. When he did nothing more, Ann somehow knew what was expected. She reached back, catching his big shaft, wet with her cream, and pulled him into her. She cried out at the burning sensation that seemed to bloom into a forbidden pleasure at the same time. When the crown of his glans was through her sphincter Jacen paused, but Ann pushed back, loving the sensation, wanting more. He caught the front of her right hip and anchored her in place, pushing in and out, adding more with every fourth or fifth stroke, until he was buried in her ass. Long before that point, Ann was lost in her pleasure, her entire focus the pressure and heat of his thrusting cock.

The strobes flashed against her closed eyes again. Jacen's hand curled down, teasing her clit as he backed out and began to fuck her ass in long, steady strokes. Ann babbled and laughed and moaned, her climax seeming to restart on each thrust, until it felt like she had been cumming for hours. Jacen was moving faster, and then she felt the heat of his release in her bottom, even though he never stopped humping into her.

Abruptly there was a weight on the mattress beside her. Ann's eyes opened, and she looked over to find Hilary, as naked as Ann, laying on her back on the bed beside her. She was shocked, but she was also cumming, and nothing else mattered. Hilary beamed up at her.

"Amazing, isn't it?" Ann giggled and nodded in response to the other dancer's question. "I saw you kissing Mandy," the red head continued, feigning a pout, "I was hoping you would kiss me." To Ann, it seemed the most natural thing in the world. She leaned to the side, bending her elbows until her lips could reach the other woman's. "Isn't he good?" the other woman said dreamily, there lips barely apart, "But wait until you try Billy. He's impressive, too... They all are." Then Ann was kissing her. Ann wanted to giggle, her mind swirling at what she had heard... Jacen had fucked Hilary before? She was going to fuck Billy? There were others?

A small voice warned she should stop, but the thought made her laugh. She had never felt such pleasure, and it was only natural to share that pleasure with her friends. Her eyes were half open, so that she realized the strobes weren't just in her mind... There were rapid flashes of light from her right side, but before she could look, Hilary's hand closed behind Ann's neck, as their kiss became more passionate. Jacen stepped back then, pulling out of her ass. Ann whined in protest, reaching back with her right hand.
The black bouncer spanked her left ass cheek sharply and Ann squealed into Hilary's mouth, the sound becoming a moan of pleasure as he set his cockhead at her empty, still hungry cunt once more. She dutifully reached back with her left hand, her right hand pinching Hilary's nipples as the red head was doing to hers, and pulled him into her ready sex. It was no surprise that he filled her, but Ann marveled at how hard he was, considering he had just cum for the third time. She giggled, wondering how long they had been fucking; it seemed like it had been hours.

Jacen changed tactics as he fucked in and out of Ann's cunt, his hands catching her ass cheeks, spreading them, pulling up and back, bringing her clit against his driving shaft, the head bumping over the anterior wall of her pussy on each thrust. He wasn't going as deep, either... Deeper than Tom, she thought with a giggle, but not as deep as when he had been fucking her earlier... She was not about to complain. It still felt... perfect. She was still getting off. And the pleasure was amplified because Hilary was still sucking at her distended nipples.

"You like that cock?" Jacen taunted her. She nodded her head. "Do we have to stop, my married, cunt?" She shook her head.

"I love this big black cock," Ann moaned, "And Hilary's lips are perfect," she rambled, smiling vacantly, "I don't think I'll ever stop cumming."

"Do you want to stop?" Ann shook her head franticly at Jacen's question..

"No! Don't stop... don't stop... Fuck me... Give me your black cock... Give me your cum."

"Oh I already did," Jacen chuckled, "But you're so hot everyone wanted a turn." Ann blinked, because the sound of Jacen's voice had moved. She lifted her head, free to move since Hilary was sucking and pinching her nipples instead of kissing her. The red head's long nailed fingers began to tease her swollen clit just then. Ann moaned, body twitching visibly in a pre-orgasmic spasm. At the same moment, she realized that she was looking at Jacen, who was holding his phone up as well as a second phone, both in his right hand, and with another little camera of some sort in his left. Her eyes fell to his limp cock, and she blinked, trying to understand how he was fucking her.

She looked back in shock, pulling her right nipple from Hilary's mouth as Ann realized that it was Billy thrusting into her steadily from behind.

"Oh my God, I can't..." And then his thrusting cock and Hilary's teasing fingers brought Ann off. "Can't stop... God, cumming..." she babbled, body convulsing as she orgasmed. Billy grunted, holding himself against her bottom as he joined her.

"Bombs away!" he chortled, backing out before he had finished to spray part of his load over Ann's sweat slicked, naked back. 'Part of his load' the white wife realized with mingled pleasure and horror, unable to deny how good her climax felt. Mind reeling, she collapsed onto the bed beside Hilary, rolling partly onto her side. The red head giggled, one long fingernail circling Ann's still erect nipple, another tracing a similar path around her clit.

"Don't you wish you'd always known how good this is?" Hilary murmured. Ann smiled, nodding absently, then gently kissed the other stripper. She sighed, aware that she could sleep. But her bladder was complaining, so blushing at being naked before the other three, the white wife climbed off of the bed. She looked for her panties for a moment before shrugging and padding naked down the short hall to the bathroom. She had meant only to pee, but one glance at her sticky, shiny skin in the mirror, and she leaned across the small bathroom aisle after sitting on the toilet and turned on the shower.

There was only masculine body wash, but she did not think twice, soaping quickly and then gratefully bringing the hand held shower head down from the wall, directing the spray up into her sex and against her oozing ass, hoping to clean away any evidence of what she had been doing. The spray also felt good, and she was tempted to keep it against her sex, but she knew something that felt better was just outside the door.

It felt like she had been showering for hours but when she returned to Jacen's bedroom, still dripping wet, the others had not moved. Hilary was on her back, giggling at the glowing stars stuck onto the ceiling. Jacen was leaning against the wall inside the door, drinking another beer. And Billy was on his back beside Hilary. He made no attempt to cover himself at Ann's return, leering at her instead when the white wife could not take her eyes off of his cock. He was not as big as Jacen, but even soft he was bigger than Tom. And he was uncircumcised, she realized, something she had never seen before.

"You want another ride, sexy little bitch?" Jacen's friend teased, making Ann blush, even as she nodded.

"God," she waved a hand at her face and neck, "Does anyone else think it's hot in here?"

"Oh, you're hot all right," the skinny man leered at her from the bed, "Shit hot." He caught the base of his cock, waving it as he went on, "Jacen tells me you a prime cock sucker. Show me what you got." Ann looked at Jacen, expecting the bouncer would protest... She was surprised he had let Billy fuck her once, and was embarrassed she had let him, but she had thought it was Jacen at the time. She never even considered what Tom would say or think. Jacen just winked at her.

"You told him?" she scolded. The bouncer snorted.

"I'm gonna tell anyone who asks," Jacen answered, "That was amazing... I almost lost it right then rather then," he winked at her, "The way that I did. Ann felt a spark of hunger at his words, deep in her sex. She giggled, wondering idly why it seemed funny, and glanced at Hilary, who was still absently looking at the stars.

"The little slut won't mind," Billy told her, "May even join in when you get going... C'mon, show me what you've got.' Without really considering anything except how good it had felt when she had been swallowing Jacen's big cock, Ann moved between the other man's knees , dropping to her own at the side of the bed. She caught Billy's cock in her hand, examining it.

"Never seen an uncuct cock, little bitch?" he taunted her. Ann shook her head, both hands now on his shaft, wanking up and down, which made the skin shift briefly exposing the tip of his cock, which would then turtle back into hiding on her upstroke. She giggled again, leaned down, and licked the underside of his cock from the top of her upper hand to the tip, reaching there as her down stroke exposed his glans. Billy murmured encouragement, and Ann leaned higher, taking him between her lips. Her tongue toyed with the edge of his foreskin as her hands continued to work.

He tasted differently, she thought absently, then giggled, that he tasted like she and Hilary, whereas Jacen was just her. Releasing his shaft with her top hand, the aroused white wife dropped that hand to cup his scrotum. She was surprised at how heavy his balls were... not too big, but more... present. Her head continued to bob, and then he was brushing that back of her throat. Ann did not pause, taking him still deeper, releasing his swelling shaft with her other hand, which immediately moved to her dripping cunt, She knew that the head of his cock was staying exposed, had felt it as she swirled her tongue over it before her last slurping dive onto his root. When his cock blocked her air in the moment before her nose was tickled by his sparse pubic hair, Ann relaxed, sucking hungrily, and holding herself in place. The amazing sensation was still there, urging her not to stop. Sparkles appeared in her vision and grew.

She whined, as the room so gray she could not see anyone else. Then she felt hands covering her ears, holding her off of Billy's delicious cock.

"Whoa, little bitch," the hands exerted more pressure and Ann came up off of her knees, blinking, wondering why she could barely see Billy much less Jacen or Hilary. She followed the demanding pressure of the hands, climbing up onto the bed. She found her knees astraddle Billy's thighs when he released his hold. The room was still threatening to spin, but her vision was coming back. "Wow," Billy chuckled, looking over at Jacen, "You weren't lying... she's a natural born cocksucker." He looked back at her, "You hadn't been a black cock slut before Jacen turned you out?" Ann giggled, shaking her head. Her eyes had fixed on Billy's erect cock, which was just in front of her wet and wanting cunt. "But you love black cock now." Ann nodded, trying to rub her aroused sex against his thigh. Billy shifted beneath her, knees coming up behind her ass, pushing her even closer to his jutting cock.

"Prove it," Billy taunted her, "Show me how much you want it." Ann did not hesitate, because she DID want it. She caught hold of his cock, rising up on her knees, shifting forward and eagerly bringing the broad naked head to her open seam. Billy caught something Jacen had tossed him, and Ann registered it was a cellphone... HER cell phone, which the skinny man directed at her as she lowered herself onto his nice cock. She knew she should stop him, but the demanding need of her body and the pleasure she felt as he pushed in and in, never pausing until her ass was again resting on his thighs was too much to deny. "Yeah," Billy nodded with a broad smile, reaching up to tweak her left nipple, "You are a helpless black cock slut, now, aren't you?" Ann nodded, not caring that she should be insulted. Before he said a word, the white wife was lifting and lowering her pert ass, riding him. She braced one hand on his bare black chest, the other pinching her swollen right nipple.

"Yes!" she husked, remembering Jacen's response if she did not speak, "I'm hooked... Now give me your black cock." Within a minute she had climaxed, and despite having cum three times earlier, it was a struggle for Billy to keep from filling Ann up again. He focused on his breathing, impressed again at her skill, and remembering she had had him ready to blow when he had pulled her head off of his cock. The way she had reacted, he suspected the bitch would not have stopped sucking until she passed out.

Ann was lost in her pleasure, and amazed that it seemed unending... she had never imagined she could cum and cum again like she was, and could not deny that it was amazing; the best sex she had ever had. It made her laugh when Hilary noisily pouted that she was horny, too. Billy sat up, pausing to lick and suck at Ann's nipples, which triggered another orgasm. By the time her climax had eased, Billy was standing, his hands cupped beneath Ann's firm ass as he held her impaled. The shift reminded her how deep he was, and that knowledge alone was enough that she shivered in another small climax, even before Jacen's friend turned, laying her on her back on the bed.

She glanced to her left, to see that Hilary had gotten on her hands and knees and was wiggling her ass in invitation to Jacen who stood at the foot of the bed. Part of her wanted to feel jealous, but she giggled, because Hilary looked sexy. Somehow that made having Billy buried in her cunt feel even better. And it already felt amazing... Jacen's friend was giving her a thoroughly delicious fucking. As if to prove it, the black man began to thrust in and out, still holding her ass in his hands. The friction and demanding pleasure distracted Ann's thinking, so that she gasped in surprise when Hilary's lips closed on her left nipple. Chuckling, Billy leaned over her rocking body to suck and nip at her engorged right nipple. Ann shivered and moaned, amazed at how wonderful having two mouths working her breasts together felt.

Hilary moaned against Ann's breast then, and her head began to shift over Ann's breast though she never let go. Looking over, Ann was not surprised to find Jacen was behind the red head, pumping his big black cock into her from behind.

"You like that, bitch?" Jacen asked in a taunting voice as Ann realized the big man was holding a camcorder, panning up from where he was driving into Hilary from behind and up to Hilary's face as the red head released Ann's breast to groan,

"Yeah, daddy... Fuck me harder!" Ann shivered, because it seemed as if she could feel the red head's obvious pleasure. A moment later, Ann was climaxing yet again. And barely five minutes later again, her body easily succumbing to Billy's endless thrusting. Hilary had screamed against Ann's breast through a pair of obvious climaxes of her own in that time. After the second Jacen pulled the redhead away from Ann, getting a better grip on the petite woman's waist as he truly began to pound himself into her.

"Ready for it, bitch?" Billy taunted her a few minutes later, right after Hilary had cried out that she was cumming. The weird connection Ann felt was still working, the red head's orgasm pushing the wife toward another climax of her own. Ann nodded her head loosely, whining when Billy snorted, stopping abruptly with just his cockhead inside of her. "Oh no," he scolded, swatting her right ass cheek, "You know the rules." Ann's hands had shifted from where she had continued toying with her aroused nipples after Hilary stopped, scrabbling uselessly at his waist, trying to pull him inside of her.

"Yes!" she groaned, humping her ass up against his teasing cock, "I want it... Give me your cock... Give me your cum." He smiled down at her as he fed his entire cock into her slowly, then resumed thrusting. Ann's hands gripped the top edge of his ass, pulling him against her with each thrust, and her feet came up from the floor, knees bent, thighs wide, welcoming her new lover's bare cock. "Yes," she panted, "God yes... Fuck me... Give it to me... Love it... Oh God... God, yes... Give me your cum!"

"Ahhhh!" Billy grunted as he began to fire, and Ann whined, certain she could feel it searing her with its heat. Unlike his friend, Billy chose not to keep fucking into the ruined white wife as he exploded. He held himself buried, taunting the climaxing stripper. "Feel that?" Ann nodded, body twitching visibly.

"Oh yeah," she added, obeying 'the rules' without thinking about it, "So good... So hot... Give me your black cum, baby!" Billy made his orgasm a show, arching his back, making sure that the camera he was wearing and the camcorder Jacen was still holding had clear images of his buried cock. And of what he was doing in that position. He leaned back from the shoulders first, looking down his muscled torso as he pulled his still firing cock out of Ann's cunt, demonstrating with the last fading pulses of his climax what had just happened from a great POV perspective. Panning up, the head mounted camera caught the beautiful white wife, face slack from her own orgasmic release, fingers still working her erect nipples, head nodding, welcoming his cum. Billy had to resist the urge to look over at Jacen when Ann's left hand dropped to finger her clit, smearing his jism over her pink bead and onto her loose, well fucked inner labia. A heavy pearl of fresh jism began to ooze from her loose seam.

Dazed, body still buzzing with the echoes of so many orgasms, Ann smiled, admitting to herself she had never experienced such pleasure. The orgasms with Jacen that first night had not been imagined, she knew, but the night's pleasure was so much more... she giggled as the word 'colorful' tickled through her mind.

Ann's eyes opened and she stared up at the naked man who had just finished fucking her... Not her husband, she considered, which triggered another giggle at the comparison, and how lacking Tom was. She remembered the man in the line at the drugstore and found herself wondering... were all black men so endowed? She tried to focus on Billy, wanting to thank him, but the bed was still moving, She looked to her left, to see Hilary's eyes shut tightly, her body jerking visibly as she climaxed. Jacen was still pumping into her steadily. And he was recording it, she saw in shock, then giggled, at the vague memory of seeing the little camcorder earlier. When her eyes met Jacen's, the bouncer winked, and Ann felt a flush of warm pleasure.

"That look sexy, bitch?" Billy taunted from his position, still between her spread thighs. Ann nodded, then spoke.

"God yes," she admitted, "I know how it feels... It's almost like I can feel what she's experiencing, too." The men laughed at that.

"Yeah, that's good shit," Billy seemed to agree, "Remember what that little cunt was doing to you while I was getting you off?" Ann smiled and nodded.

"She was sucking on my tits."

"Well, why don't you return the favor, bitch." Ann started to shake her head, meaning to tell Billy she was not a lesbian, but abruptly she remembered the kiss in the club. And she shivered at the memory, aided by her still toying fingers, of Hilary's lips on her nipple. Giggling, the white housewife shifted to her left until she was beneath the red head's rocking torso. Hilary's pinkish gray nipple moved back and forth across her field of vision from Jacen's steady thrusting. Ann lifted her head, then paused, anxiety suddenly jangling her nerves, as well as the persistent arousal. She bit her lower lip, hesitating, and then almost without thought her tongue flicked out to touch the pebbled surface of Hilary's left nipple. The red head's breath caught, sounding loud over Ann's supine form, and encouraged, Ann brought her lips to the skin of Hilary's areolae, and applied suction. Her tongue teased over the nubbin, which rose in response as Hilary moaned above her, pressing her chest down, welcoming Ann's lips.

The next moment, thick fingers nudged Ann's fingers away from her sex. She spread her knees, welcoming she thought Billy's cock once again, her body more than ready to keep going. Instead, his fingers circled her clit, then applied pressure before curling into her pussy, holding pressure against both her clit and her G-spot. Ann's hips began to pump, and it was her turn to moan against Hilary's chest, as an orgasm threatened to burst seconds after he began to play with her.

Ann could not see the big vibrator Billy had lubed while dutifully recording the wife's willing move to suck her fellow stripper's tits. The first she knew was as he firmly pushed the wide plastic phallus into her sex below his strongly flexed second and third fingers. As the clit stimulator approached her engorged bead, Billy deftly withdrew his fingers. He used that hand to activate the vibrator just as the thin plastic 'ears' of the rabbit style sex toy touched Ann's clit. The buzz, largely muffled by Ann's sex, was completely drowned out by the wife's scream, which itself was damped by Hilary's chest.

Ann's body went taut as the vibrator caused an immediate and prolonged climax. She screamed until she was out of breath, then found it impossible to get another breath. And yet there was no fear, her entire awareness only of the pleasure from her orgasm, and the delicious continued stimulation. Her pleasure redoubled when Billy began to forcefully fuck the vibrator in and out of Ann's cunt, and as another monstrous orgasm crested less than a minute after the vibrator had been pushed into her still hungry sex, the white wife passed out from the overwhelming pleasure.

***There it is. Yes, Ann has awakened the next morning. Watch for another chapter.

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