It had been a few weeks since John had let the young lads that had kindly directed them to the adult store get paid in kind by his wife Debbie. They hadn't really spoken about it too much, John knew that although Debbie had enjoyed it, and cum several times, she'd made it clear that her first taste of cock other than John's hadn't gone as planned, they'd been a little too young for her liking. What they'd given was enthusiasm but Debbie had wanted a whole lot more, and for longer too. John reminded her that it had been on his terms and she didn't get to choose.
What John didn't let on was that although he'd quite enjoyed watching his wife get fucked, he'd much more appreciated how much more sex they were having now, not that they weren't having it regularly before anyway but now was on a different level. What he also appreciated was that Debbie had started to show off her body more. Tonight would be just such an occasion.
She stood in front of him, asking if she looked okay. Wearing a figure-hugging red dress, with a low plunging neckline that ended low between her cleavage and cut to just above her knees, she looked just great. He knew men's heads would be turned, and that pleased him. He knew even more that her matching white underwear would make men gasp. John had selected a white basque and lace g-string, and white hold-up stockings. He'd wanted her to wear a suspender belt but it could be seen where the dress pressed against her stomach. Even so, he wanted to take the dress off and fuck her there and then.
He settled for running his fingers along her legs and across her thighs, leaving her teetering as he told her it was time to leave. Her nipples tried to escape the dress, the basque cups just about containing them. The journey there involved much of the same, Debbie sitting behind the passenger seat in the taxi, John sitting central so he could see the driver in the rearview mirror, a fat black man. When John saw him looking he would reach across and rub between Debbie's legs, pushing the g-string into her wet folds, then pulling his hand away. John did this until they reached their destination, Debbie squirming in her seat by the time they'd arrived. The driver had a huge grin on his face as he rubbed at the front of his shorts as they exited the taxi.
It was at a large hall, an old work colleague of John and Rob's had a son whose eighteenth birthday party it was, and he'd invited as many people as the hall would hold. John had an ulterior motive for accepting, most of the people there would be strangers, especially to Debbie, and he also wanted to gauge Rob's reaction to seeing Debbie in her plunging tight dress as well as others. if he'd wanted to see other people's reactions, his own reaction to seeing Marie's large tits barely contained in her dress made both Rob and Marie laugh. Debbie playfully punched his arm.
"Now we know what John thinks of my outfit, let's leave them here while we go and flirt with other guys," Marie laughed.
She linked arms with Debbie and the two guys watched as their arses swayed as they wandered off around the hall. They went to get drinks and went around stopping to chat with people they knew, now and again catching glimpses of men chatting to Debbie and Marie, quite openly staring at their ample cleavages. After about an hour they noticed Bill, the host of the party, talking to someone about his son Jimmy.
"He doesn't know for sure, but he did think we were getting one for him," John heard him say.
"What's that?" he asked.
"We'd hired a stripper, and the company have just phoned and told us they won't make it now," Bill answered.
"Can't you get another from somewhere else?" Rob asked.
"Probably not, even if somewhere has one who didn't already have a booking, it will be too late when they get here," Bill said.
Debbie and Marie walked over with a bottle of wine each in their hands and heard the end of the conversation.
"What had you you paid for? Sexy dance, topless, full nudity?" Debbie asked with a twinkle in her eye.
"Erm, a striptease ending topless, why?" Bill asked nervously.
Marie took a large swig from her bottle, then adjusted her top to show off a little more cleavage.
"We'll do it, won't we Debbie?" she giggled, "if she looks as good as those pictures Jimmy will be very pleased."
John shrugged his shoulders, then smiled at Debbie. Bill told them he pay them both what he was going to pay anyway, said he'd be back shortly with the money and wanted them to be ready in around fifteen minutes if they were sure. Both girls giggled and nodded, saying they'd have done it for nothing once he was out of earshot and taking another swig of wine each. Bill came back and checked they hadn't changed their minds, getting his answer when Marie lifted her skirt and asked him to tuck the notes into her thong.
Shortly afterwards everyone was gathered in the largest room, Jimmy sitting on a chair in the middle. Bill took his tie off and tied it loosely around his eyes, telling him he had a surprise,
"Is it a stripper?" Jimmy cried out excitedly.
Bill stepped back and waved a hand to someone, and music started playing. From a side door, John could see Marie and Debbie giggling and whispering to each other. They walked in, right to where Jimmy sat. A few wolf whistles rang out from the watching crowd. Debbie stood in front of Jimmy, swaying to the music, just far enough that Jimmy could sense her but not reach out and feel her. Marie stood behind him, getting up close, and then nodded to Debbie. Simultaneously they slid their dresses to the floor. Loud cheers rang out upon seeing their underwear.
"Jesus, Debbie looks even better than in the pictures," he blurted out, looking at John as he realised what he'd said.
"So does Marie, they are both so hot aren't they?" John replied.
Marie had plumped for a black corset and black stockings, her very large tits pushing out of the top. If Debbie was a 34C, Marie was a DD cup at least. She leant forward a little, then cupped her large tits and pushed them onto Jimmy's shoulders, squeezing them on his neck and cheeks. Debbie put her hands down, lifted Jimmy's hands up and to his surprise placed them onto her tits, still encased in the basque. Moving her hands, she removed the tie.
Jimmy's eyes shot open seeing her in front of him, and he tried to look around but Marie had a good grip on his head. Debbie told him to raise his hands to the side of his head, and then Marie moved them to keep her tits around his neck. Jimmy cupped and squeezed them, flicking his thumbs across her erect nipples. Debbie turned her back to him and bent forward and gripped her ankles. Her white g-string barely covered her now damp folds.
Marie had reached around and unbuttoned his shirt while Debbie swayed in front of him, both of them hypnotised by her arse. She pulled hard on his nipples, making him yelp a little. Debbie backed up more, her arse grazing across his thighs, Swaying across him and feeling his cock stiffen. Marie sensed this and pulled his head back, pushing her heavy tits across his face so he couldn't see. Debbie quickly stood and turned, pushing her head down into his lap, and rubbing her face across the bulge of his erection.
Suddenly the music stopped and Bill walked across the floor looking very flushed, to a chorus of boos from the baying crowd.
"A big hand to our last-minute volunteers' ladies and gentlemen, thank you for saving the night but nearly getting us kicked out," he cried out in a shocked voice.
They spent another forty-five minutes at the party, with women telling them they were very brave and daring and they couldn't have done anything like that, and men buying them drinks by way of thanks for the show. Debbie was getting worse for wear so John announced they were going to leave before things got too messy and she passed out. He phoned a taxi and got their coats. The taxi arrived and John ushered Debbie in and then got in the back seat next to her.
"Hey, it's you guys again. It's me, Sam, I bought you over here," the driver said, the same fat black man beaming back at them.
Debbie rubbed her hand across the front of John's trousers. pressing against his groin.
"Can you get us home as quickly as possible please?" she smiled flirtatiously at him.
"Sure thing miss, you're my last fare of the night so the sooner you're home the sooner I finish," he grinned.
"Home once you're done?" John asked.
"Oh no, I'm picking up my friend and we're going out drinking," he laughed.
John shuffled over so they were positioned like the first journey, Debbie behind the passenger seat and him sitting centrally. Again he teased between Debbie's legs, and again the driver spent as much time watching them as he did the road. Debbie had her eyes closed most of the time and was oblivious to him watching, her moans and little sobs of pleasure getting a little louder as the journey progressed.
"Does your friend live on the way to ours?" John asked.
"Yes, once I drop you off I'll drive back for him," Sam answered.
"Well, pick him up on the way there and then you can go straight out," John said.
Debbie looked at him and pulled a face, but John quickly rubbed a finger along her clit and leaned over to whisper to her.
"Take off your g-string, it's soaked anyway," he told her
She pulled a face at him again, then grinned as she slid them down, keeping an eye on the driver as she did so, thinking he couldn't see. Just as she'd removed them, John took them off her and stuffed them on the seat behind him, and then the car stopped. Sam beeped the horn and a man who looked like his double ambled over to the car and got in the passenger seat. He said hi to Sam, who introduced him as Marcus, and then he turned and grinned at John and Debbie. Looking between the front seats John knew he could see right down Debbie's cleavage, and up her skirt which was pushed way above her stocking tops. Marcus looked back at Sam and they both laughed.
They talked quietly between themselves for a while, now and again glancing back and chuckling at each other. Suddenly John say upright, hands patting around his body, checking all of his pockets and then around where he sat.
"Erm, Sam, there's no easy way to say this, but I don't have my wallet on me," he cried out.
"Have you dropped it on the floor under the seat perhaps?" Sam asked.
