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Exhibitionist Hot wife Strips on Stage-2

“You’re overdressed!” the black guy in the party called out, a broad grin all over his face. He had kind but incredibly hungry eyes, and they burned into me like hot coals.

I turned my back on the audience, facing the red velvet curtain that was draped at the rear of the stage. I then pulled my top up over my head – a little unhappy that I’d forgone wearing a bra for the evening, since that meant that I was to be rendered instantly topless, forgoing the comfort of the interim stage with a bra to conceal me – and dropped it to the stage. I took a big, deep breath and spun around on my vertiginous heels, my arms spread wide by my sides.

The bachelor party went wild at the sight of my bare t**s. They clapped and cheered and whistled as I wiggled my chest to make my firm, tanned breasts wobble in their direction. My n*****s stiffened in an instant and stood proudly from my smooth skin, pointing directly at my admirers. I smiled over at Cole too, who sat forward in his chair, no doubt nursing a monster hard on and planning just what he was going to do to my hot body once he got me home.

I twirled around the pole a little – I’d taken classes a few years ago but had never quite gotten the hang of it – and then danced topless to the edge of the stage, right in front of my new and baying fan club.

There, I danced in the most suggestive way I knew how – I stroked my hands down along the smooth curves of my body, then up again to caress my t**s and tweak at my rock hard n*****s. I pushed my breasts one by one towards my mouth, sucking and licking at each n****e in turn, and this served to drive my audience wild. Then, I shimmied out of my skirt, rolling it down along my legs in one smooth movement, secretly pleased that I’d made the effort earlier in the day to get that full bikini wax I’d been long overdue.

I danced and shimmied and thrust my hips suggestively towards my audience of six, taking care to treat Cole to the same and I just loved the mixed emotions written all over his face: lust, arousal and a delicious soupcon of jealousy. And before long I’d all but forgotten that the rest of the club also had their eager eyes on my almost naked body too.

The redhead sidled up to me and ground her smooth, sweat-sheened body into mine. I cavorted without a care in the world with the naked young stripper, thrusting my t**s into hers to press our erect n*****s against one another and mash the smooth, pliant flesh of our t**s together. I ran my hands all over her body, and she over mine, both of us enjoying the feel of naked, exposed skin beneath the hot stage lights. I then felt redhead’s hands snake down to my hips and her thumbs hook into either side of my thong. A mild jolt of panic spread through my body in a not entirely unpleasant sensation; and at that moment I simply couldn’t think of anything sexier than being undressed by a stripper, in public, inches away from six s*x-hungry men, and in front of an entire strip club!

I maneuvered the stripper behind me, her thumbs still tugging at my panties, her hair brushing against my bare t**s as she shimmied behind my back. Facing the bachelor party, and with Redhead’s n*****s rubbing against my bare back, I wiggled my hips to let her know that now was the time – for me it was most certainly now or never!

With expert ease, the stripper pulled my panties down along my sweetly perspiring thighs, not stopping until they were at my ankles.

And there it was – my completely hairless p***y with its engorged, pouting outer lips slightly parted to reveal the delicate folds of my glistening wet inner labia – exposed to the entire club.

There was a moment of stunned silence in which I began to think I had just made a terrible mistake. But then the bachelor party erupted into a cacophony of raucous cheers and hoots, and the rest of the club members followed suit with their own round of admiring applause. I looked across at Cole who sat there with his eyes practically sticking out of his head on stalks, his stare fixed on my usually kept under wraps p***y and hard, jutting n*****s that pointed out at my audience.

The stripper gawped at me with hungry eyes, her mouth visibly salivating, and before I knew what was happening, she had her lips around my p***y and was licking and sucking greedily upon it like it was her last meal, her long tongue slipping inside my sopping entrance like a slim, wriggling c**k. Going with this unexpected flow, I thrust my hips gently into her face, watching as my six admirers strained against the edge of the stage to get a better look at the stripper knelt before me with my naked p***y sliding across her face that was becoming ever wetter with my slick juices. I buried my hands in her mess of beautiful red hair and pushed the stripper ever harder onto my pudendum, grinding my c**t against her nose, face f*****g her until I could feel the beginnings of a glorious orgasm building up deep inside my v****a.

She pulled away, leaving my hole and c**t aching for more and wet with my juice and her saliva, pulsing and throbbing. She turned to the bachelor party and said to them, “What are you waiting for, boys?” And with that she reached out a beckoning hand and invited all six of them on to the stage.

I watched this rapid turn of events with a mixed feeling of shock and anticipation as the guys all clambered onto the stage, practically falling over each other like eager little puppies at chow time. And so I stood there - stark naked except for my shoes, my cunt glistening wet from the stripper’s talented mouth - and simply couldn’t wait to see what was in store for me.

“No you don’t!” the stripper admonished the men before they could get to me. “The stage is a cloth-free zone, boys.” she smiled and looked down at her own delightfully naked body, and then across at mine. As if for emphasis, she caressed my t**s and ran a hand down between my legs. Her fingers came away slick and glistening in the stage lights, and she wafted them beneath the nose of the groom-to-be.

He glanced nervously at his five companions, and looked to be on the verge of returning to his seat. This I found to be somewhat hypocritical; if they were okay watching us gals getting buck naked on stage, they really should have no qualms about doing it themselves.

Collectively, the six made the silent decision of what the hell and within an incredibly short space of time; each and every one of them was totally naked.

“Now, that’s better,” the stripper smiled, stroking a bare c**k or two, “now we can all play.”

Two of the guys – including the black guy who’d kindly ordered my Champagne - gabbed one of my quivering t**s each and without any hesitation, popped a n****e into each of their mouths, rolling their hot, muscular tongues around the hard flesh and sending waves of pleasure through my body. The groom-to-be knelt before me and allowed the stripper to guide his mouth onto my hot, wet p***y, and he sucked and slurped on my stiff bulging c**t as his fingers wriggled their way into my tight v****a. Another of the guys got to his knees behind me and I felt his strong hands part my ass cheeks. This sensation was followed by the slippery probing of his tongue against the tight knot of my ass hole, which I found to be as horny as f**k and actually made my legs tremble. The remaining two guys busied themselves with the stripper’s eager body, easing her to her knees so one could titty-f**k her, whilst the other knelt behind her to probe at her tight little p***y and ass with slender, exploring fingers.

I looked over at Cole, who was by now standing by the stage and was surrounded by more of the audience, all keen to watch the impromptu, live s*x show that was unfolding before them. I could see that my husband was torn between storming the stage to join in with the hot, sexy fun, and simply sating his voyeuristic proclivities; I figured it best not to interfere and to just let Cole sort that particular conundrum out for himself.

There were hands all over my body as my four playmates sucked and probed and licked at my body, not one single inch of me was left unattended; whilst one guy left his ministrations upon my pleasurably glowing n****e to plant a long, lingering tongue kiss on my all too willing mouth, the guy at my p***y abandoned his post for a minute or two to lick and suck each one of my exposed toes – before returning that expert mouth of his to my slippery wet slit.

My whole body was now aglow with orgasmic pleasure, my skin alive and tingling, my mouth and n*****s and vulva throbbing with delight, my mind spinning with the debauchery of it all – of being the girl in the middle of the lascivious attention, of being the hot wife ravished by six hunky men on stage for her husband and everyone else to see.

At that point I closed my eyes in ecstasy, giving my remaining senses over to the sensual gratification that swept through my body as I felt more hands on my sweat-sheened skin - they belonged to the stripper and her two playmates. I was lowered gently to the stage, maneuvered horizontally and yet instead of the cold, hard boards against my bare back, I felt warm, soft skin.

I opened my eyes and saw that five of the guys – groom-to-be included – and Redhead were gently laying me down on top of the huge black guy, his broad, muscular body taking my entire weight as if I weighed were nothing. The touch of his skin against mine was amazing, as were his enormous hands upon my narrow waist as he balanced me on top of his rock solid, athletic body. His huge, black c**k slipped up passed my ass cheeks and p***y hole, between my smooth thighs and banged gently against my c******s, its bulbous, pink head glistening wetly with a shiny smear of pre-c*m.

The stripper grasped the black guy’s c**k and rubbed its sold meaty head against my slippery wet, swollen c**t, making it stiffen to an even harder state than it already had been – and I thought that at that moment that my most sensitive button might just explode with absolute delight. Playfully, she slapped the thick, black c**k against my p***y, sending waves of delirious pre-orgasm shooting through my body. The sound of rock hard c**k slapping against raw, wet p***y resounded above the pulsing music as it created the paroxysms of pleasure that darted through my body; alighting nerve endings from the tips of my throbbing n*****s all the way down to deep inside my v****a. She then ground the fat, rubber heads of the guy’s d**k hard against my c**t and she almost had me squirting my entire load of hot girl c*m right there over her soft hands and my f**k-toy’s d**k.

As the stripper rubbed black guy’s c**k against me – pausing only to dribble her sweet, slick saliva to add to the heady mix of p***y juice and pre-c*m – two of the guys lowered their hungry lips onto my t**s and sucked as much of my breast tissue deep into their warm, wet mouths as they possibly could. I gave a shiver of sheer delight at the suction the guys created at my n*****s as they rubbed against the roughness of their tongues on their way down to the back of the guy’s throats.