"Hey Kristal," Rob said, using my wife's stage name, "how much for a lap dance?"
Krista exhaled slowly. She was laying on the floor of the living room in Tucker's suite. She was topless, wearing only a black thong and thigh-high stockings. She had just masturbated to a huge climax with her hand inside her panties in front of her three coworkers.
"I'm not a cheap stripper, Rob," she replied. "It's fifty bucks a dance."
I don't think Rob knew if she was serious or not, but he had nothing to lose. He pulled out his wallet and looked dismayed to find it empty. Joe checked his and smiled as he pulled out three twenties.
Krista looked at me as I lay on the ground next to her. "I guess it's what I would do," she said. "If I was a stripper, coming out of retirement."
I helped her to her feet. I was still holding Tucker's phone which I'd used to capture scores of pictures and videos of her strip show. No doubt Tucker would send a few of these on to Theo for the ongoing prank, and then keep the rest for his own purposes.
Despite her recent orgasm, my wife's body language told me she was still incredibly aroused. She was insatiable. Playing the role of this sex vixen had somehow corrupted her. Not that I was complaining.
The jury was out on whether this was an exciting new chapter of our marriage or a disastrous turn of events. For now, my throbbing erection was in charge and it wanted to see more.
"Found a lap dance playlist!" Joe said, as he typed into his phone. Soon after, "Pour Some Sugar on Me" came blaring through the speakers.
Krista picked her bra up off the floor and hesitated. I sensed she was debating whether or not to put it back on. It was one thing to show her bare breasts to the guys. Quite another to be topless in close proximity to their eager hands and mouths.
She looked incredible. Her tan skin glowed from the day's sun. She'd also worked up a slight sheen of sweat from her erotic dancing. Her hard nipples and flushed cheeks broadcast her arousal.
She tossed the bra to the side of the room. Decision made, I guess.
I was a little worried about how far things might go. The continual alcohol and perpetual sexual tension had gotten to all of us. I'm not sure how in control of herself Krista was. And I could see in their eyes that the guys were ready to be much more assertive about their desires. I made a mental note to keep an eye on Rob.
My one comfort was that my wife had given me a safe word. If I said the Spanish word for cold, she would immediately stop the action. It was the only reason I hadn't objected to the lap dances and suggested we head back to our hotel room for the night.
For that matter, she had given me a "sex" word, too. The Spanish word for hot. If I said "caliente", she promised to drop everything and fuck me right away. It was a gesture from her to show that, even as she flirted with these other guys, she was still mine and I could have her at any time.
Krista moved to Joe, who sat on the couch. He looked up at her with wide eyes, unable to believe his luck.
"Just one song each." Krista said. "Enough to show Theo what he's missing. And only if you can afford it, of course." She pulled the strap of her thong away from her body and looked at Joe expectantly. He placed three twenty dollar bills against her hip and she snapped the strap into place.
Rob nudged Tucker on the next couch, who was shuffling through his wallet. Tucker fished out some bills and shared them with Rob.
"Okay, skip this one," Krista said. "I need more of a beat." Joe obliged and the next song came on. It started with funky guitar strumming, a lively beat and an unmistakable moan by Prince.
You don't have to be beautiful
To turn me on
The song was one of my wife's favorites and her hips were instantly locked into the rhythm. Joe sat on the couch, his leg bouncing with excitement. She bent down and put her hands on his knees, quieting his leg. Her bare tits hung down. She pressed his thighs apart and moved into the space in between. I moved over with Tucket's phone to get a better angle of the two of them.
Krista twisted her body to the music as she walked her hands up Joe's thighs. She rested her hands on the pockets of his khaki pants and looked at his crotch. He was at least partially erect and an outline of his cock was visible. It ran from his groin and curved up to his waistband towards his left pocket. Krista's hand was just a finger's width from the edge of his dick.
It looked big. Actually, it looked like the trunk of a small elephant. She licked her lips and then looked into Joe's eyes. "Wow, Joe," she said.
She leaned down and buried her face in his crotch. Then she slid up along his body. Her breasts pressed into the bulge in his lap. She climbed her hands up his flat stomach to his chest and shoulders. Her breasts dragged along his torso as they followed. She ended with her face right in front of his. Their noses were almost touching as she looked into his eyes.
Ain't no particular sign
I'm more compatible with
She cocked her head to the side and looked down at his lips. I could see Joe's breath quickening.
I just want your extra time and your
Kiss
On the word "kiss," she gave Joe a peck on the lips. He was dumbfounded. Then she stood and turned away from him.
She wiggled her butt to the beat and then sat in his lap. She leaned back against him and began to grind her ass back and forth. Joe was breathing heavily and sitting on his hands, as if he didn't trust himself. Krista grabbed his wrists and placed his hands on her hips. Joe sighed and closed his eyes at the touch of her flesh.
I want to be your fantasy
Maybe you could be mine
You just leave it all up to me
We could have a good time, uh
Krista leaned her head back into the crook of Joe's neck. Then she moved his hand to her belly which undulated under his fingers. She raised her arm and ran her fingers through his hair as she nuzzled her nose into his ear.
She could have been a Playboy centerfold as she arched her back. Her rock hard nipples, engorged breasts and long, lean muscles of her abs looked stunning in the soft lighting of the room. I tried my best to do her justice but my photography skills felt inadequate to capture how truly transcendent she looked. At that moment, I thought she deserved a better photographer.
I looked over at Rob who was staring at Krista with a slack jaw, flagrantly massaging the thick lump in his lap.
As the second chorus began, my wife twisted her body in Joe's lap until she was facing him. She straddled his waist and sat on his bulge with her hands around his neck.
Ain't no particular sign
I'm more compatible with
I just want your extra time and your
Kiss
At the word "kiss", she leaned in again. Her tongue darted out and licked Joe's lips. His eyes shot open to see her wicked grin.
