Author's note:
This is a stand-alone story about my favorite characters from my 'Lifestyle' series, which described when they met, married, and later became swingers. In this story they are more experienced,
about two years into swinging.
The Intro comes from Chapter 1 as one scene to best describe their relationship in this context.
All characters in this story are over 18-years old.
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Intro
Jan and I started dating during our last two months in high school, when she directed me to take her to the prom. We were both over 18 that spring, and inexperienced at dating due to our personality quirks. Once we started dating, she quickly decided to 'go all the way', and we enjoyed our private times together as often as possible, learning and teaching each other about sex together. But by the time we graduated high school, we were still both relatively inexperienced with how the opposite sex acts and reacts.
The Saturday after our high school graduation was a bright sunny day, with temperatures in the high 70's, a perfect afternoon and evening for the park. With blankets, backpack picnic, and an illicit bottle of wine, we excitedly headed to our secluded space and our now favorite sport: naked wrestling.
I spread out the blanket in the small clearing among the mountain laurel and sat back to open the wine. Jan took off her shoes and stood barefoot at the end of the blanket. She was dressed braless in a blue cropped tank-top tied Daisy Duke style in the front, with white shorts. She looked at me with a mischievous grin.
"Mom rented the movie
'Flashdance'
for our Thursday family movie evening. I don't think she knew what the description meant by exotic dancer. When I watched the movie, I thought the idea of being a stripper might be fun. Imagine the power of tormenting guys and taking their money, just by getting naked."
My tall, auburn-haired girlfriend started swaying her hips as she untied the tank top knot between her boobs. She held the two loose ends of the material together covering those mounds.
"Do you find it exciting watching me undress? How much would you pay to see me spread my hands?"
She glanced down at my crotch and my obvious bulge. "I see
'he's'
showing some interest in those tight jeans."
I reached down and adjusted myself, straightening it down the right pantleg. I was now fully hard, and the pants were feeling confining, my stiff member wanting to stand straight up.
"Well, I could buy you a drink." I lifted a tumbler of wine for her. "You'll need to let go of that material to take it."
"It might be enough." She spread her hands, dropping the top behind her, exposing her ample chest and already hard nipples. She wrapped her hands under and around her breasts, hefting them and pointing them at me. She brought her hands slowly to the tips, caressing the dark areolas and squeezing the nipples between her thumbs and first fingers. "Watch how I do it. This is how I want you to handle them. Slow and easy, not just grabbing my nipples."
"I can do that. Sit here beside me, and I'll show you."
"Not yet. This stripper's still on stage. And the rule is
'look, but don't touch'!"
Jan lowered her hands and unbuckled her belt. She continued to sway her hips, as if dancing to some silent music. She slowly lowered the zipper, then raised her hands to the back of her head, as she glanced coyly and down to the side. Her shorts were now spread open, giving a hint of the pubic hair at the top of her slit. She spread her hands open, fingers wide and seductively bringing her hands to the sides of her face, then down along her breasts, and along her ribs, staring at me as she ran her tongue around her open lips. She slid her thumbs in the top of her shorts and slowly pushed down, as she turned to the side, not yet allowing me to see her treasure.
Jan's shorts fell to her ankles. She stepped out of them and kicked them to the side, standing naked and sideways to me. She wrapped her left arm over her chest and put her right hand below before turning toward me.
"Is it worth a dollar for you to see the rest?"
I pulled out my wallet and produced a dollar bill, holding it out to her.
"Toss it on the stage."
I dropped the dollar in front of her, and she raised her hands again to the back of her head, spreading her feet and rotating her hips. "Is this what you want, big guy?"
I stared at her freshly shaved slit, with landing strip of reddish-brown pubic hair above it. "Oh, yes. We haven't been together for a week. And you shaved!"
"You know I had my period last week. And I thought you might like to see my pussy this way. But the show's not over. I want you to pay for a lap dance. Another dollar?"
"What's a lap dance?"
"You'll see. I read about it when I found one of dad's Penthouse magazines. But first ... the dollar."
I pulled out another dollar bill and dropped it in front of her.
"Now, lie down away from the backpack."
I laid down, and she dropped to her knees, straddling my right leg. She spread her legs open to the sides to press herself against my thigh. My cock seemed to have a mind of its own, straining against the denim material toward her open, bare, and exposed target.
Jan rocked her hips, rubbing herself on my thigh right over my straining cock! I could feel her wetness soaking my pantleg.
"Hmmm. Am I getting your attention?" she asked.
"I don't think I can wait much longer," I said, as I tried to buck my hips.
I reached for her tits, and she snarled loudly,
"I said 'no touching, or this stops now!'"
"OK!" I replied as I quickly straightened my arms out to the sides.
"The song's not over yet," she said calmly and slyly, as she continued to slide her pubes over my shaft trapped in my pants.
I raised my right knee, pressing my thigh into her to get a better feel of her crotch rubbing me.
Jan dropped down placing a hand on either side of my shoulders, brushing her nipples against my shirt. She slid up and down on my leg, rubbing and pressing her clit on me, her nipples barely brushing against my shirt, as she smiled looking down at me. She was enjoying my torment, as she rubbed herself with increasing excitement.
"Can you feel my pussy, big guy?" she teased. "How do I know you really want it, if I don't see any more dollars?" she asked shyly.
I only lasted a few more seconds. My cock with a mind of its own, suddenly erupting with blasts of cum inside my pants! "AGGGHHH!" I moaned.
Jan felt my hips bucking against her and the wetness of the mess spreading in my pants, and she laughed. She rolled off to my right, lying beside me. She propped herself up on one elbow and reached to the side of the blanket to pick up her tumbler of wine.
"Well, I guess he really did want it," she said as she chuckled.
I collapsed back on the blanket, feeling spent. "That wasn't fair. I could have put on a condom to catch this mess. Now my pants are going to be sticky when we leave." I began unbuckling my belt to attend to the mess inside.
"I didn't want to ruin the show. And I enjoyed it. It's your fault if you can't control it." She sat there smirking at me as she took sips of wine.
I cleaned as much of the cum as I could with napkins and laid out my pants to dry, as Jan watched. Then she shifted to lean her head against the backpack and spread her legs.
"It was exciting turning you on. But now it's my turn to orgasm. I want you to get busy and explore my shaved pussy, until you're ready again to fuck me."
"I can do that," I said. And we enjoyed the rest of the evening, exploring each other's bodies until I couldn't get it up anymore.
About 30 Years Later
Jan was in the kitchen when I came home. This was one of my wife's 'work from home' days. She gets two days per week, as do most of her co-workers. They rotate desks and it reduces the company's office space needs.
As I walked into the kitchen, I saw her standing at the counter, her long auburn hair hanging loose around her shoulders. She must not have had any conference calls today, because she was wearing one of my white dress shirts with the sleeves rolled up. At five foot seven, the dress shirt hung loose on her 145-pound slight frame and the tails hung down covering her naked ass.
"Guess who called today while you were out," Jan said.
"Who? Your old boyfriend?"
"No. It was your old friend, Eric. They're moving again, and he was calling to update us with their new address. We'll have to plan a trip sometime to visit them."
"Yes. You can bond with his wife over shopping, while Eric and I hit one of the strip clubs ... reminiscing over old times when he set up my bachelor party."
"That was thirty years ago. And I chewed Eric out for not telling me ahead of time. I would have surprised you and been the star of the show in front of your friends! You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to be a stripper."
"It was a seedy place. The strippers weren't very good. But at our age back then, that's all it took for a good time."
"Do you think you would have wanted to watch me shake my tits or spread my long legs in front of Eric's face like those dancers?" Jan asked teasingly.
"You mean like you do now with other guys in our lifestyle? Even now, you're better looking and in better shape than some of those dancers. Would you have fucked Eric back then?"
"Of course, I'd do that tall, muscular blonde! I'd even let you watch."
"You say that now, only because you've done it with other guys recently. But this is after the kids were all out on their own. Maybe we'll visit him, and I'll get to enjoy watching you suck his cock."
