(This is a continuation of the story Hailey's Rebound, but it can be read as a stand-alone story.)
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Jimmy Madison felt like the luckiest man in the world. Less than a year ago he had married the sexiest woman he had ever met. Her name was Hailey Scott and he had first met her his senior year in college when she was a freshman. He'd lost contact with her after graduating and going on to grad school, but fortunately, she'd taken a job in his hometown and they rekindled their relationship. Recently, Jim discovered that in the time that they'd been apart, Hailey had become a sexy little fuck slut. He also discovered that the stories of her escapades turned him on tremendously.
A few weeks ago, Jim had met a man who described fucking a girl at the same college he had attended. The description led him to believe the man had fucked his wife when she had been in college. He found it strangely exciting. Then he listened to his wife confess to having fucked three basketball players at the same time and he'd found that intensely erotic. Now, he found himself in the basement rooting through a big box of Hailey's old yearbooks and teddy bears, searching for more evidence of her slutty past.
"Seek, and ye shall find," said Jim to himself as he pulled a shoe box out from under the teddy bears. In it was a pair of clear "pole dancing pumps" with four-inch heels and platform soles. He pulled the shoes from the box and sat them on the coffee table. Stuffed in the toe of one shoe was a black, lace garter, and in the toe of the other, a pair of black, g-string panties. In the bottom of the shoebox were three or four coupons for free admission to "The Sugar Shack." Within three heartbeats, Jim's cock was completely hard.
"Jimmy? You down there?" called Hailey from the top of the basement stairs as she proceeded down.
Jim sat on the couch, but said nothing. He watched as manicured toes in pink flip-flops appeared at the top of the stairs. As they descended, a pair of smooth, shapely calves came into view, followed by tanned, succulent thighs. The rest of her body was obscured by one of his t-shirts that she liked to wear as a nightgown. She was carrying a basket of dirty laundry. When she reached the bottom, she saw her husband sitting on the couch with some of her belongings spread out on the coffee table.
"I see you found my shoes," she said smiling nervously.
"I did indeed," said Jim returning her smile.
"And I suppose you want to hear the stories associated with those shoes?" asked Hailey.
"You have no idea how badly I want to hear 'the stories' about those shoes," said Jim making gestures for quotation marks with his fingers in the air.
Hailey put the basket down on the floor, put the shoes in the basket, picked the basket back up and headed toward the washing machine in the back of the basement.
"Sit tight while I put this load of laundry on, then I'll tell you all about those shoes," said Hailey over her shoulder as she moved toward the machines, her flip-flops smacking the bottoms of her naked feet.
Jim watched her bubble butt rock and jiggle under her t-shirt as she sauntered away. He never tired of watching his wife, admiring her sexy walk, or listening to her lurid tales of debauchery. He also loved the fact that she had been a total slut in college. He didn't know why, but he'd always been attracted to slutty girls and now he was married to one. Hailey had given no indication outside the house that she had ever participated in any of the activities she'd described. She didn't dress provocatively, yet all of the boys (and most of the male faculty) at the school where she teaches and coaches think she's hot, but that's because she is. If they only knew...
Jim sat back on the couch and looked at the ceiling as he imagined what it would have been like to see his wife in her full slutty glory in college. He listened to the hissing of the water as the washing machine began to fill. Then he heard the sharp click that heels make on a concrete floor as Hailey exited the laundry room and walked back into the main room. Her large bra-less breasts danced freely under her shirt, her hardened nipples poking at the thin, threadbare cotton that covered them. The clear, Lucite, platform heels added five inches to her overall height while tightening and elongating all of the muscles in her legs.
"So, I didn't want to present myself as a total slut on campus," said Hailey leaning back against the Lally column in the middle of the room and playing with the hem of her shirt. She then pulled the shirt up and over her head, freeing her large breasts that sat proudly on her chest, and tossed it in her husband's lap. Cupping her breasts, she pulled and twisted her erect nipples.
"But I liked being sexy, and I just couldn't do stuff like this on campus," she explained as she grabbed the pole with her right hand and leaned to the side, her arm straight, her body at a forty-five degree angle.
"So me and my roommate Erica went into town and got jobs at this strip club called The Sugar Shack," explained Hailey as she circled the pole, her expression lost in reminiscence.
"We danced Thursday and Friday afternoons, twelve to six," she explained.
