It has been some years since the events my husband described when he arranged for three men to have sex with me, and how things progressed.
As the person actually concerned, I thought you might like to know what happened since, not just to us, but the other people involved.
So, first of all, we are still happily married and have quite a lot of sex. That's us.
Going back to that second Christmas, and after I had given Kevin hand jobs, we went to a monthly routine until he announced that he had met a girl and would like to stop now, please. Of course we wished him well.
Unfortunately it did not work out long term, so Kevin returned, once he had had another test for STDs. Of course, I was glad for the spunking again, but also sorry for him. We usually did it three times: twice on Saturday and once on Sunday morning. My husband usually followed him after the second one, and went to the spare bedroom. He says he actually liked hearing us, but not seeing, so we often had the first session without him as well. It was a little different as an experience, and he used his imagination. I think it may not have covered everything we did.
Meanwhile Tom and Dick started another contract abroad, but Harry stayed in this country. In November, Tom called to say that all three were available for Christmas, and we said yes. This time I did not wank them, but said they should come back in the New Year. I had three cocks in a row (which really is about right) three times (which was also about right) for Christmas, and one cock three times the next day.
They duly returned in the New Year, and I gave them the best handjob I could (but nothing else). Then Tom said Harry was apparently seeing a girl, which really annoyed me, so I told him off quite severely. I also said it would be a shame for him to lose her if she found out and Tom and Dick promised to keep quiet. Apparently he told her he was visiting old relatives over Christmas. I said I did not like being described as old!
Luckily, he must have managed to settle down, as after nearly a year he told us that she was pregnant, and they were getting married. So far as I know, Dick never found another wife, and Tom did not want one. They both offered to come over the next Christmas, but I declined.
Meanwhile, I got to know Sarah better, and we would often meet for a meal or drinks in the evening for girl talk. Then she took me to a lesbian club. I was a little hesitant but curious. "They're just women," she said. I supposed I was a little surprised to see so many feminine women like Sarah, as well as the more butch ones. There were also some ones in costumes which she told me meant domination. Sarah went off to dance, and a couple of women came and politely asked if I was with someone, and would I care to join them, but I said no and they went. A third one was what I would have described as an ordinary woman in a nice dress, not butch nor very frilly like some. I said no, and I guess my nervousness showed as she said "I can see you're not one of us, but what's the harm in a dance? I promise I won't try to kiss you." So I agreed. She took my hand and led me to the floor, remarking "But you are welcome to kiss me if you like." And we had a dance. That was it. No harm done.
Then the dancefloor cleared and curtains opened for a pole dancer, which surprised me, though in hindsight it shouldn't have. I had never considered looking at something like this, dismissing them as sleazy entertainment for men, but actually enjoyed it. She was very graceful as well very flexible, making things look so easy, as she moved in ways that I certainly could not. Yes, I was enjoying a woman showing her body, but it was an art form, not titillation.
The next time we went they had a stripper, or as Sarah corrected me, a 'burlesque artiste'. Again, she was not quite what I anticipated. It is difficult to explain, but she was quite funny or witty in the way in which she would start to remove an item, then put it back, teasing us. She also had quite a number of garments, which gave different effects as she undressed, and Sarah and I were discussing the items and the arrangements. She had on three pairs of knickers, getting smaller and smaller. The last was a thong, and of course she wiggled her bottom at us, before finally releasing it to show a neat bush, which I thought was better than being shaved. After all, that is how women are, and it drew the eye as she made her final dance. The dance was very sexy, and I could feel myself responding, so felt worried for a moment. Then I thought, my husband is not gay, but liked seeing a seeing another man coming, why shouldn't I like seeing a sexy woman? So it was titillating, but that is part of the attraction.
I told Sarah how much I had enjoyed it, and she invited me to go backstage to meet the artiste, Sally Rand, whom she knew well. (In what sense, knew? I thought to myself.) "Come in, Sarah," she said and kissed her full on the lips. "Is this your latest?"
"No, no, she's just a straight friend, but she enjoyed your show so much, I thought she should meet you."
"So you're er..." I began. "You mean a lesbian," she responded cheerfully. "No, I don't limit myself like Sarah here," and she patted her fondly. "Let me tell you, a woman's mouth and hands can give more pleasure than any man, and strap-ons never go soft. But sometimes it just feels good to have a man thrusting into you with that primal urge. Whether I come or not, there is certain satisfaction when he does." (I had to agree with the last point.)
She continued cleaning off her makeup and getting changed. I realised that she was quite a bit older than me. On the other hand, I think I have a good figure for my age, but she has a better one for my age! It obviously goes with being a dancer.
She told me that she does shows for both men and women, but burlesque is increasingly popular with women, and she gets booked for general women's groups such as celebrations. Sometimes women book a male and a female artist. "I commonly work with Gary," she said. "He goes both ways, but when we are together I always get a bit of cock. Actually a large portion, since that is why he's hired. Size doesn't matter but a big one can be nice now and then." Again I agreed.
Then I got an idea. "So you do private parties? How much do you charge? My husband's birthday is coming up, and I think you might be a nice surprise for him." So she told me and thanked Sarah for bringing business her way. "Only that's just the show, and I mean that. I don't offer extras like some girls. I don't pay for sex and I don't take money for sex. I am a burlesque artiste, not anything else."
Later on we fixed the details. Then she asked me about the audience: how many, men and women, and how broadminded they would be.
"It depends where I stop," she said. "In most cases I leave on my thong, but people often think it's better to keep my second pair of knickers on. I am happy to go all the way, and I expect your husband would like it, but you tell me. I also vary my act a bit with the audience."
"The thong, I think," I said. "I am sure most of our friends would be happy with that. Oh, wait a minute, the neighbours. I am not sure about them. Perhaps the knickers as well."
She thought for a moment. "I tell you what, I'll do both if I can stay and have some birthday cake. I don't have anything else on, so I'll give the family friendly burlesque in the party, and afterwards my raunchiest one for just you two."
"Oh, thanks!" I said. "I'll pay of course, how much for the second one?"
"No charge," she answered "Someone might want to take my business card. You did say he was in engineering, and they often have events which suit me. Anyway, I rather like doing my raunchy show with just a couple of people."
The party went well. There were neighbours and friends from work including Kevin and Sarah. Sally did a different show, with bloomers and two pairs of knickers, the last not small. The neighbours looked a bit apprehensive, but were smiling by the end. She danced around my husband of course, and I think everyone admired her figure. Then the music stopped. She gave a last wiggle of her splendid boobs and gave him a big kiss. "Happy Birthday!" and people clapped.
She went upstairs and dressed again, then came down and wandered around. People complimented her and at least a couple asked for her business cards.
Everyone left, except Kevin and Sarah, who helped us to clear up. Meanwhile, Sally went upstairs and changed into her performance clothes. We all sat down and, as agreed, I said loudly "I have one more birthday present," and Sally came down.
Walking down the stairs fully clothed she already exuded sex. Focussing on him, she took off garments, and brushed them across him. As she proceeded every move was so lascivious. I can't explain it. It wasn't just taking off clothes, it was taking off clothes just for him, every one being a promise of something to come. When she was down to her bra, knickers and stockings, she took his hands and made him stand up, and she rubbed herself against him. "Like what you see?" she purred.
