For the last seven months Becky, my sexy young wife, has been working as a cock-tail waitress in a swanky strip bar downtown. She is an extremely cute nineteen year old with long blond hair, deep blue eyes, and a hot little body that looks fantastic in the nasty little outfits she likes to wear to work. She makes quite a bit of money and loves her job because it gives her a chance indulge in a little harmless cock teasing, and because I know what a sexy little show-off she is I don't mind. Besides like I said, she brings home a lot money.
She first hired in to work at the club as a weekend waitress, but in the last month or so she started going in for an extra day during the middle of the week because she said her boss needed her.
I didn't really think much of this at first, but after it started happening week after week and I began to notice Becky was dressing up in her sluttiest outfits and taking extra care with her make-up and nails and the like, I began to get suspicious.
It was on one of these particular nights when Becky had dressed up especially slutty in a short tight mini-skirt, with a sexy pair of white thigh-high fishnet stockings, and a frilly little see-through blouse, that I decided to follow her.
She came out of the bedroom dolled up like a whore with her long nails and lips painted my favorite shade of hot pink and had put on gobs of mascara and eyeliner. My first reaction was WOW! I mean she really looked hot! But instead of saying anything I just kissed her goodbye, watched her get in her car, then picked up my keys and followed her.
From the very first turn it was obvious that she wasn't going to work and as I followed her I noticed we were heading into a pretty seedy part of town. Soon enough Becky pulled up in front of a small, dirty house with several cars and motorcycles parked out front.
I pulled up and parked where I hoped she couldn't see me and watched as she got out of the car and headed for the door. She knocked, and in a moment a tall black man I recognized as her boss stepped out of the house and greeted her. She struck a sexy pose for him then turned around slowly, wiggling her curvy little ass and I couldn't believe my eyes when she turned back around and sauntered over, tilting her face up to his and gave him a hot nasty tongue kiss. He immediately slid both his big black hands under her shirt and began to pinch and fondle her ripe swollen nipples while she began to rub up and down over the enormous protruding bulge in the front of his pants. They passionately kissed and fondled each other for several moments before, finally, they broke the embrace and went inside.
I was raging with jealousy at her public display of lewdness, but somehow seeing her with this tall powerful black man was also strangely exciting. The thought of my sexy little Becky getting her tight little pussy pounded by his big black cock was more than just exciting, it was giving me a hard-on.
After the door closed, I got out of the car and jumped a fence behind the neighbor's house. My heart was racing as I snuck up the alley and I wasn't even really sure what I was thinking at that point. All I knew was that I wanted to know what was going on and the only way to find that out was to see inside the house.
When I arrived at the back gate I saw a large bush in front of one of the main windows and I decided to jump the fence and take my chances. I made my way quietly over to the window and found that I was able to conceal myself behind the bush. I also saw that the window was slightly open and that the shade wasn't pulled all the way down. Feeling fairly certain that no one had seen me I leaned down and looked into the room.
Strangely enough, instead of seeing Becky and her boss embracing on the couch as a prelude to sex, the first thing I saw was him holding a video camera and pointing out directions. There were two other black men in the room, both of them tall, dark-skinned Jamaican types, and on the couches and chairs along the walls sat maybe six or eight greasy looking bikers. Becky sat at a makeshift bar that looked like it had been set up as a stage and the two black guys were sitting on stools on either side of her.
I have to admit she was looking hotter than ever, sitting there with her legs crossed sexily and daintily holding up a cigarette in her little manicured hand while her boss gave directions and pointed the camera. It was hard to make out exactly what he was saying, but I got the general idea that they were about to shoot a video. He talked for a moment saying something about shooting the cock-tail scene at the end and then he finally nodded at Becky to begin.
She turned to face the tall black man on her right and leaned over to him holding her cigarette up to her glossy red lips.
"Mind if I smoke?" she said, smiling sexily and watching while he produced a lighter from his pocket. She leaned over towards him, placing her hand on his thigh, and as he lit her cigarette she let her hand wander up his leg till it was almost touching his cock. She took a small dainty puff, watching his face while she tilted her head back and sexily blew a thin plume of smoke into the air then dropped her gaze to his crotch.
Up to that point I had never seen my wife smoking, but if I was amazed to see her doing it so casually, what she did next almost floored me. Sliding her hand up his leg she began to lightly rub and squeeze on the fat bulging lump in the front of his trousers.
