Striptease

My husband and I have been living together for a long time, about 4 years. I'm a slender brunette around 25 years old, with a very perky chest.

My husband loves me immensely, books me into beauty salons, fitness clubs, and even today he got me a membership for belly dancing and pole dancing classes.

At first, I didn't want to go to the dance classes, but my husband insisted. I gradually started doing it, and then when they made us wear training outfits, I was shocked—they were so vulgar that I refused.

But my husband insisted again, motivating it by saying that for his birthday, he wants a striptease from me.

He also chose my outfit

— beautiful black leg warmers for pole dancing, special lightweight shoes, a tight black bodysuit.

My husband said he would come to my training session. I was extremely nervous because it was the first time I was wearing such a vulgar outfit in front of other people, even if it was just girls and the instructor.

I was doing pirouettes on the pole. The blonde instructor, in a white tank top and shorts, kept pushing me.

"Come on, faster, more energetic! By the way, we're having an open pole dancing competition at the sports center. Will you go, Anya? You're my most athletic and beautiful student. Oh, how I envy you, you have such a figure despite being married."

"No," I replied, but then my husband intervened.

"She'll definitely go, we can't do without her, especially since I want to watch her."

I wanted to object, but I felt a thrill from the realization that strangers would be watching me.

On the appointed day, there were a lot of people at the sports complex. The event attracted a huge crowd, but for some reason, they were all men. Teenagers sat in the front rows, staring at the beautiful women and filming everything.

I said to my husband:

"There are so many men there, won't you be jealous?"

"No, I want to see you on stage, it excites me," he objected.

"Okay."

Feeling intense excitement, I entered the dressing room and started putting on my new stage costume. I had on black shoes, tight latex panties, and a spiked bra. I also put on a collar from a sex shop around my neck—I was so aroused that I decided to complete the look.

Going out to the crowd at the pole, I heard whistles and applause. I got carried away and performed not only acrobatic moves related to pole dancing but also elements of striptease.

Doing all the flips perfectly, I added my own elements. I saw young men eagerly taking pictures of me and watching with greedy eyes.

After the performance, the judges gave me the highest score, especially the male judges, except for one older woman. She justified it by saying my plasticity was good, but there was too little acrobatics and I was starting to forget this was a sport. Moreover, in her opinion, I slightly overdid it with the stage image and movements, which, while permissible, somehow cast a shadow on the sport. However, half of the male judges started arguing with her.

But at that moment, I didn't care. I felt pleasure and arousal. As my husband and I were leaving in our winter clothes, I overheard a conversation among a group of men nearby.

"Did you fucking see that brunette?" one asked.

"Which one?"

"The one with the ass and tits, who was doing that shit."

"Yeah, so what?"

"Nothing, I'd give her a good fuck."

"Come on, guys like her are fucked by rich sugar daddies, though the girl is gorgeous. That old bitch judge lowered her score."

"Yeah, guys, the only gorgeous babe. I'd rape her in an elevator."

I told my husband what they were saying about me, to which he responded affirmatively.

"Doesn't that bother you, honey?" I asked.

"No, it excites me. By the way, I ordered a cake for myself, since it's soon, in a week."

"Cute."

"Guess what kind of cake?" he asked.

"I don't know."

"This cake will have a surprise. You'll have to jump out of it and do a striptease. I arranged it, it's all safe, the girls have done it many times. Only they had their own strippers. You'll come, change in a room, climb into the cake, and they'll deliver you."

"I don't want to," I resisted.

"But I already paid a deposit. I'll be waiting in the room. No one will see you."

I got aroused, mentally picturing myself being transported in the cake, half-naked across the city, carried by strong men, and agreed.

On the appointed day, we went to the company. I changed into erotic lingerie, put on white thigh-highs, bright red shoes, red string panties, a matching red garter belt, and attached red nipple pasties with long decorations.

I climbed into the cake and said:

"Okay, I'm ready."

"Alright, let's load up."

I started getting wet because I was going to my husband's hotel for his birthday. I felt the cake being loaded; it was spacious inside, with large holes. I looked through them and talked to the movers.

"Aren't you cold?" they asked. "It seems warm to us."

"Thanks, I'm not cold," I replied.

"We'll arrive in 10 minutes. It'll be heavier to carry through the back entrance, it's far. But it's okay, we'll get there quickly, you won't freeze. Sometimes girls couldn't take it and climbed out early, cursing us out. The girl won't get in trouble for it, but they deduct from our pay."

"Okay, I won't."

Suddenly, the holes closed. I was brought into the hotel and placed on the floor. I heard my husband's voice over the microphone:

"And now, dear guests, in honor of my birthday—a striptease."

The loud sound startled me. I jumped out of the cake, music started playing, and I found myself on stage in the banquet hall. I stepped out of the cake and looked at a crowd of about twenty single men I didn't know. They were staring at me. I froze slightly, but then my husband's voice rang out.

"I decided to take a little break from my wife, so I ordered some girls to warm things up, my dear colleagues. I ordered a dirty striptease from Viola. She performs dirty dances magnificently. If she gets shy, I might say what her name is."

I snapped out of my stupor and thought to myself, "Alright then, get your striptease!" I started walking toward the pole, and when I reached it, I began doing pirouettes. Meanwhile, the crowd of men gathered around the stage.

My husband came close with a wad of bills along with one of his friends and said:

"Let's warm her up. Put money in her lingerie, don't be shy."

I bent over with my buttocks and felt three hands with wads of money go into my panties.

After a couple of moves on the pole, about five thousand was stuffed into my garter.

I scooped up the bills, put them in the garter, and seductively took off my panties, throwing them into the crowd.

I went down, looked at my husband, then walked over to a bald man in a chair and started writhing around him. I stroked his face with my breasts, then turned around and sat on his lap, feeling his erection.

The man started sweating. I kissed his bald head and started twerking near him.

He touched it and gave it a light slap.

"Sen, what are you doing?" asked one of my husband's colleagues. To which my husband replied:

"Hit her, everything's included, but don't overdo it. We agreed on something else with her."

After that, he grabbed my tits and pulled me toward him.

I broke free and headed for the stage. Men were touching me from all sides. Before I could reach the stage, they grabbed me and dragged me to a table. My husband shouted.

"So, I announce a new contest. We smear the stripper with cream, which a client from an escort agency gave me. Then we lick the cream off her. The main thing is that it looks erotic. The winner is chosen by applause."

They took off my shoes, smeared cream on my nipple pasties. I almost fainted from arousal, feeling them licking my legs, my chest, and my stomach.

"Serge, you ordered one hell of a slut. Are you gonna fuck her alone after the girls arrive?"

"Yeah, why, Oleg."

"Give her up as a friend, she's really cool."

"I can't."

"What about taking turns with her, the two of us?"

"Let's do it with three, but we need to agree with her."

I got comfortable and sat on the table. My husband asked.

"How about a threesome?"

"Payment is four hundred. And I agree."

My husband's eyes widened. I put on the coat they gave me, and in heels, we went upstairs to the room.

My husband sat on a chair. Oleg and Sasha came over to me. They quickly took off my coat and laid me on the spread-out bed.

They stripped down to their underwear and jumped into bed. I started making out with Oleg, while the other one caressed me from behind. I felt their hard erections.

Oleg pulled down his black and yellow underwear, and a huge cock appeared. I took it and started licking.

Sasha, now completely free of his underwear, put on a condom, lubricated it with saliva, and thrust it into my ass. Thank God my husband and I were already fully into anal sex. Oleg came on my face, but his cock was still hard. Oleg got up, went for a condom, and Sasha already turned me on all fours and was working my ass hard. Watching him, I saw my Seryozha sitting on a chair, stroking his dick.

Suddenly, Sasha rolled onto his back with me, and Oleg entered my pussy. They started fucking me.

They changed positions, changed holes, changed condoms. After each condom change, my husband came on me and went back to watch from the chair.

After they were satisfied, they threw money on the bed and the coat and left.

I slept, put on the coat, ordered a taxi, and went outside. Suddenly, my husband's car honked at me.

"Get in, silly, you'll freeze."

I got in the car and said.

"I thought you'd leave me."

"No, I liked everything. We'll have to repeat it later, just without sex, or you might get pregnant."

After that, I danced normally without intimacy at his friends' bachelor parties, where their wives were present, and no one suspected I was my Seryozha's wife.