Perhaps I should preface this chapter by telling you that the early chapters in this saga took placed back in the early 80's before we had ever heard of HIV or Aids. Yes, my spouse is a slut, of that there is no denying, but we went to great lengths to shelter our kids (and Gigi's mom) from the steamer side of our life. Also, for Mr. Anonymous's moving concern for our welfare, we are not druggies. Aside from a bit of gin for her and Scotch for myself, we do not use drugs nor do we really associate with any drug users. Sex is our "drug of choice" and being older than most dancers, Gigi has been accepted as a "house mother" (if you will) and actually helped several girls at the club avoid a drug problem. Also, the girls do not engage in sex on the stage but do sometimes get a little carried away back in the dark corners of the lounge while lap dancing. Prostitution is illegal and widely discouraged within the tittie-bar business as it is a sure fire way to loose a liquor license.
That being said, let's get on with the story...
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During the next two weeks, I called home every morning to check on the kids and my darling wife. I was quite pleased when Gigi told me that, in spite of the boss' protest, she was only scheduling herself to dance two or three nights a week. Although he offered her a better cut for dancing, she reminded him that she had a family and with the kids getting out of school, she had to spend more time at home.
She agreed however, to work some extra hours before the kids started their summer break. Another carrier was coming into port over Memorial Day, so in addition to hiring a porn star from California, the boss was having all the girls pull extra duty over the long holiday weekend.
In addition, my trio of lovers had approached the boss about doing their new dance routine. He liked the idea, but thought that playing a secondary role to a big porn star would be anti-climatic. He suggested that he could hire a photographer, have some glosses made for the marquee, and they could do their dance routine at the July Fourth Gala. Of course, my little Gigi volunteered her husband for the arduous task.
After two weeks on the road, the 'Ole Woody was telling me that it was time to get home. I did not have my car at the terminal, so one of our mechanics gave me a lift to the house. Stopping at the end of the driveway, my friend Pete wolf whistled and exclaimed, "Will ya get a look at that! Is that your old lady, Tony?"
There, in the driveway, was a girl with dark hair leaning over the hood of a red Mustang. The cheeks of her perfectly shaped ass stuck out from beneath her skintight short-shorts.
"That's not Gigi." I answered, "But you can bet, I'll check it out."
"Your old lady's name is Gigi?" Pete queried. "Huh! That's only the second broad I ever knowed of named Gigi. There's a cunt over at The Purple Pussy Cat; her name's Gigi, too. What a piece o' ass! Face of an angel, boobs like Mae West, and the kinda pussy that men go to war and die for.... Ya gotta go see her, Tony. I know you'll fall in love with her."
"I'm sure I will." I chuckled getting out of the old pick-up truck, "Thanks for the lift, Pete. See ya Sunday night."
As I walked across the yard toward the girl washing the windshield on the Mustang, little Nancy came running out from behind the car.
"Daddy! Daddy! I'm glad you're home." she declared jumping up into my arms and giving me a kiss. "I miss you when you're away."
"Where's Mommy, Honey?" I asked, musing her hair.
"Mommy had to go to work, but she left Aunt Julie in charge."
Julie put down her paper towels and turned to greet me. Reaching up to brush a wisp of hair from her face, her crop-top rose up, exposing the nipple of a beautifully round and firm breast.
"Hi. I'm Julie King from LA" she said offering her hand, "You must be Tony, the trucker. Gi's told me so much about you."
As I held her outstretched hand, I looked down into the deepest, green eyes I had ever seen.
"Yeah, I'm... I'm Tony." I stammered, not letting loose of her hand.
"Well, I'm very pleased to meet you, Tony." she replied with an inviting smile. "I'm so grateful to you and Gi for letting me stay here with you guys."
As she went on, I could not take my eyes off her. I knew that face, but from where?
"I got thrown out of my motel and just couldn't find a decent place to stay." she rambled on.
That body: the way those breasts rose and fell with every breath were breathe taking. Those legs: perfect for curling around your back. Then that face: with those deep green eyes and that sensuous mouth. I knew her. But where had I met her?
"Where have we met?" I finally blurted out.
"Gi thought you might recognize me...." she said with a sly grin as Susie opened the front door.
"Hi. Daddy!" Susie greeted, "Mom left dinner in the oven. It'll be ready in twenty minutes."
"Great. Just enough time for a quick shower." Julie declared as we walked up the driveway.
I checked my mail on the desk for the last set of pictures we had sent to the lab. Not finding them, I decided to check up in our room because Gigi would probably put them there to keep the girls from finding them. As I entered our room, I heard the shower running in the guestroom but went about my search for the pictures. On the dresser, behind Gigi's jewelry box, I found the packet of prints from the beach that I had been so eager to review.
The snap shots of the girls with their sandcastle were cute. However, the pictures of Gigi were out of sight. There were several splendid shots of her in the new bikini that were quite deserving of a feature spread in Sports Illustrated. Finally though, at the bottom of the stack were the ones I was really anxious to see; the pictures I had taken of Gigi the night she shaved her pussy could have been in Penthouse or Genesis.
I spread Gigi's pictures out on the dresser, harrowing over which shot was best or how I might improve my technique. Being deep in thought, I failed to hear the door open and was startled when Julie, who was standing right behind me, began to speak.
"Your wife has a very beautiful body, Tony. You must be quite proud of her." Julie said in a very soft, sensuous voice. "A lot of guys would give anything to have a girl like her to come home to every night. She is one, foxy lady."
When I turned, Julie was standing behind me in a little negligée. Tied loosely at the waist, it barely covered her abundant breasts and was too short to hide her cleanly shaved mound.
"I'm looking forward to getting to know both you and Gi a lot better in the next couple of days." she continued as she fingered through Gigi's photos.
Then, turning to me, she asked, "Have you figured out where you know me from, yet?"
"Not yet." I answered as she sat diagonally on the edge of the bed with her legs spread just slightly, revealing her juicy clit as it poked out from between the folds of her libia.
She reached up and pulling a pin from her hair shook her head and let her hair fall. Dark, curly tresses cascaded down over her shoulders and fell in ringlets just above her breasts and around her face.
"My stage name is Tempest and I was featured in a layout in Velvet last year when my first video was released." she proudly announced.
"Yeah, I thought I recognized your... ah, your face." I admitted. "But I don't think we have any of your videos."
"No. You don't." she said, "Gi and I looked. In fact, that's why I'm out here on the East Coast. The company sent me out here to promote our feature videos by appearing at strip bars like The Purple Pussy Cat."
Just then, Susie yelled up from the kitchen, "Dinner's on the table."
"I better get some clothes on." Julie giggled as she got up from the bed.
"There's just one thing, Julie." I said as she headed back to the guestroom, "The girl's don't know that their mother's a stripper, so...."
She placed her fingers to my lips and nodded as she closed the door that separated the two rooms.
Dinner was fun; the girls had a million questions about California. They wanted to know about Hollywood, how many movie stars Julie knew, and what it was like to go through an earthquake. They kept Julie talking through the entire meal.
After dinner, I retreated to the game room as Julie and the girls cleared the table and washed the dishes. When they finished, the girls went out to play, leaving Julie and me alone in the house.
"Susie said that you take your Scotch neat," Julie announced as she came down the stairs with two glasses in her hand. "And that that's the way God intended it to be."
Handing me the glass of the amber ambrosia, she sat on the couch across from me.
"Gi tells me that she's only been stripping for a month," Julie started after taking a sip from her glass, "and you haven't been swinging very long, either."
"Yeah," I answered, "I tried for years to get Gigi to swing. Then she, Sally, and Marlene put their heads together and.... Well, the rest is history, I guess."
"Well, ya know, you don't have to tell the kids about swinging." she said taking another sip of her drink. "But, you're gonna find yourself in a bit of a pickle if you don't tell them about her stripping at The Purple Pussy."
"They're so young," I countered, "I'm not sure they can handle something like that."
"What they don't understand," she replied, "they'll put on the back burner, so to speak. Then when they're older, it'll all fall into place."
"You're making a lot of sense." I observed.
