Author Note: This story has been published previously, but this updated version has been significantly rewritten.
It was our 40th birthday year. The six of us, Susan, Mary, Hannah, Penny, Gemma and me, Abi, were lifelong friends from school and college; all of us were now married with kids, but we decided to spend a week in the sun, just the six of us, our husbands took some convincing but here we were. We were staying in a large luxurious 3-bedroom apartment, each of us sharing a double bed, which is quite common, as over the years, we have all spent many nights in various hotel rooms, sharing a double bed.
We picked this particular week because it was close to Susan, Penny and Gemma's birthdays; the rest of us had already hit the dreaded 40 mark.
It was a tradition that during a person's birthday celebration, they had the final say on what we did that day. There were no complaints; we followed along with their wishes. Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday were to be their "in charge" days.
Saturday and Sunday, we spent the days around the pool, seeing the sights, eating and drinking in various bars and ending the day with a meal and a few more bars. On Sunday night, we went to a club, and all seemed perfectly normal until, after a while, a group of guys appeared on stage and started to strip. All six of them were black and very well built; the alcohol had already been flowing, so we and many other women in the room were encouraging them to strip. They stopped short of the "Full Monty", but their tight shorts left little to the imagination as all of them had an impressive bulge in their pants.
After they left the stage, we wondered what to do next, "I need to go back to the apartment and fantasise about those cocks," laughed Susan. We all laughed, but the rest of us and I would be thinking about them for the rest of the night.
We were about to leave when some guys came over to our table; we instantly recognised them as the strippers from the show. They started to talk to us and had the girls behind the bar bring another round of drinks over to us. One of the guys pulled over a stool and sat beside me; he introduced himself as Ed and pointed out Charles, Phillipe, Davey, Brandon and Henry. We chatted briefly about where we came from, why we were here, etc. He was a nice, well-educated guy and was here for the summer to earn extra cash before heading home. We must have talked for about an hour, and then, as a group, we arranged to meet the next day when they promised they would show us around some of the places we hadn't ventured to yet. We left them in the club and returned to the apartment; the talk was all about the guys.
We were up and out Monday morning and walked down to the arranged meeting place; the guys were already there waiting for us.
"Sorry, we look a little different in the daylight," Gemma said.
"Yeah, less makeup than last night," Hannah added.
"More wrinkles," I laughed.
The guys walked over to us, and we hugged, each of their rigid bodies pressing into us. We paired up again and walked around for a while; this time, I walked with Davey and talked about our life stories. We stopped by a large and popular café bar as we all felt hungry. "I know the manager," Henry said, "let me go and find him."
A minute or so later, he came back and waved us in. The staff moved a few tables around and made up three blocks of four seats close to each other. Ed pulled out a chair for me, and I sat down. I motioned for him to sit next to me. Penny sat opposite me, and Davey sat next to her.
We ate, drank wine for the next two hours, and had a great time. They were good company. Their English wasn't perfect, and we helped them a few times, but time flew by quickly.
We spent the rest of the day with the guys, and by the time they escorted us back to our apartment, we had all gotten to know each other.
Susan and Hannah were talking amongst themselves, and then they motioned for the rest of us girls to come over to them. "It would be rude not to invite them in," Susan said.
"Yeah, but we don't want to give them the wrong idea," said Gemma.
"What wrong idea is that?" laughed Susan. I've been wondering all day what they are packing. What if they did the full Monty just for us?"
"No, you can't be serious," giggled Mary. Susan didn't answer and just looked at us, "Shit, I know that look. You are serious."
"We shouldn't," I said, trying to convince myself and the others, though not being very assertive about it.
"What's the harm in it? It's not as if we are going to go home and tell our other halves that we met some strippers at a club one night and then spent the next day with them. Is anyone here going to go home and tell them about today?"
We all shook our heads; although today was innocent, I doubt it would seem like that to our husbands.
"That settles it then," said Susan walking over to the guys. "Fancy coming in and giving us a private show?" she giggled. They quickly nodded enthusiastically.
We followed Susan back into the apartment. I wasn't the only one with reservations about what we were doing. We got some drinks, and Gemma put on some music.
"C'mon ladies, let's sit for the show," said Susan.
We all sat down on the sofas, and the guys started one of their routines, pulling off their clothes until eventually they were down to just their shorts, which again did little to hide what they were packing underneath. They moved around close to us, showing off their tight and toned bodies, pulling their shorts tighter against themselves. Susan reached forwards and pulled down Henry's shorts, his thick cock springing out and almost hitting her in the face. He was big, huge. Everyone laughed, and Gemma reached forward and pulled Davey's shorts, and he helped them down and off his feet.
"C'mon ladies, no point keeping them covered now," laughed Susan.
She was right, so we reached forwards and pulled down their shorts, each of their thick and heavy cocks springing out as we worked their shorts down their legs.
The guys then took hold of their cocks and stroked themselves slowly, bringing them to life until they were all fully erect. They moved closer to us again, waving their large cocks towards us.
"Fuck it," I heard. It was Penny who reached forwards and took hold of Charles's cock, and started to stroke him.
"Yeah, that's it, go for it," laughed Susan, reaching forwards herself and taking hold of the cock that was swinging around in front of her face.
Gemma and Hannah were both running their hands over the guy's hips and torso in front of them before eventually wrapping their hands around a cock. I looked at Mary next to me, who, like me, was watching the other girls. I looked up at Ed and slowly wrapped my fingers around his cock.
