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Wife Mother Teacher Stripper

Wife Mother Teacher Stripper

by lea_donser
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adultfiction

1. The Party.

Jules Sinclair is an attractive married woman with a grown son, and is a respected guitar teacher. She is complex, smart, athletic, and daring. She follows her heart and is committed to boldly experiencing life.

Jules is one of the seven women who constitute an informal all-female social group. All the members of the group are long-term friends who live within a few miles of each other. These women are intelligent, caring, and supportive of each other. Twice a year, they get together in various locations. The purpose of these gatherings is to have fun, to share life stories and secrets, and to reconnect with each other.

It was Jules's turn to plan the next rendezvous, scheduled for a day in February. Because travel conditions were typically uncertain during that time of year, she decided to avoid long distance travel for this get-together, and to simply have a party in her home. Travel to new places was always fun. But just being together was, to these women, the most important part of the gatherings.

Jules also had an idea to add excitement to the party. She sent out a group text message to all the women, proposing to hire a male stripper to entertain them at the February gathering. The replies from the other six were immediate and unanimous. "I can't wait!" said one; "What an awesome idea!" said another. They were all buzzing with excitement over this proposal.

Spouses are not allowed at these group get-togethers. So on the evening of the event, Jules's husband Alan was spending the night at the home of one of his brothers whose house is only about ten miles away.

On the evening of the party, Jules set up a table with lots of snacks, light food, and plenty of wine. She set up folding chairs in a circle in her living room.

She was a bit concerned about the weather. It had been snowing lightly on and off all day. But nothing dire was predicted. The forecast was for light snow to continue overnight with maybe a total of one or two inches of accumulation.

The women started showing up at Jules's house around the scheduled hour of 7:00 p.m. After about an hour or so of eating, drinking, talking, laughing, and high anticipation, the evening's entertainment arrived. He was scheduled to show up at 8:30 p.m. and was right on time.

Jules greeted him at the front door. The stripper's name was Ben Torrent. He and Jules had previously talked at some length on the phone, making arrangements for his performance at her party.

Jules had found him to be charming on the phone. But they had not met until now. He looked to be about twenty-something, and a little over six feet tall. He had sandy-colored hair, a stubble of a beard, and a trim, muscular build. Ben had learned his trade as part of a touring Chippendale's Revue and then opened his own adult entertainment business.

The two of them stood together talking quietly in the kitchen, making sure they both knew what to expect over the course of the evening. The other women were energetically chatting among themselves.

Finally, Jules brought Ben to the center of the circle of chairs in the large living area and introduced him to the six women who were eagerly eyeing him.

Jules explained that although handing Ben paper money or tucking bills into the waistband of his briefs is okay when he is dancing, they could not touch his "covered parts". She went on to state that there could be no full nudity and no photography of any kind allowed.

The group comically booed loudly at the announcement of each restrictive rule. But Jules was glad to see her friends getting into the rowdy spirit of the evening.

Ben amiably schmoozed with the guests for a while, which the women enjoyed. After that, he slipped off to the bathroom and changed into the "breakaway" clothes he wears for his performances.

At about 9:30, Ben started to get down to the real business of the evening. He set up his portable sound system in the living room and started off the evening with the pounding rhythm of INXS's song, "Suicide Blonde". He started sexily dancing to the throbbing music, to the delight of the women, who were expressing their enthusiasm loudly.

After dancing fully clothed for a short while, Ben began getting into the stripping. He was taking it slow and easy, teasingly ripping off one item of apparel after another. With each discarded piece of clothing, the women shouted their approval.

As the music continued, Ben eventually had stripped down to nothing but a black Speedo bikini bottom that left little to the imagination. The contours of his large endowment were apparent through the fabric of the Speedo.

At one point, one of the guests exclaimed, "Oh my God, that's the biggest hunk of manhood I've ever almost-but-not-quite seen!" Another added, "That python can bite me any time!" The women all howled with laughter.

Ben danced up close to each of the women, giving lap dances as they sat in their chairs. They stuffed bills of various denominations into the waistband of his Speedo. Everyone was having a roaring good time and Jules was thrilled. It looked like the party was going to be a great success.

In addition to being a former athlete, Jules was a trained dancer. She was also not in the least bit shy. The urge to dance with Ben as he gyrated around the room was becoming overwhelming for her. Jules was standing by herself just outside the circle of chairs, watching Ben enviously and moving easily and gracefully to the music.

Ben could see by the look on Jules's face and the way she was moving to the music that she wanted to join him in the middle of the circle.

He generally discouraged customers from becoming part of the show. But there was something about Jules that was enticing him, and he wanted to see what she could do. He gave Jules a friendly invitational wave of his hand, then pointed to the floor in front of him, signaling his permission for her to join in.

That was all it took to get Jules into the circle and dancing right along with him.

The women all knew Jules for her fearlessness and lack of inhibition. So her jumping into the dancing surprised no one. And her becoming part of the show really sent the house rocking. Everyone cheered wildly and roared with laughter as she and Ben moved to the rhythms of the music.

Ben and Jules danced together in a way that was openly sensuous and suggestive. Jules loved it and the women were delighted, laughing and cheering.

One of the women started a chant that everyone quickly picked up. In seconds they were all yelling, "Strip, Jules, strip! Strip, Jules, strip!"

Ever fun-loving and adventurous, Jules's started peeling off her clothes. Her friends all went wild. Ben played along, dancing around her and picking up her clothes as she shed them. First, she kicked off her shoes and slipped off her socks.

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Then, as she danced, Jules seductively unbuttoned her blouse, revealing glimpses of her skimpy bra. She slowly and enticingly took her blouse completely off. She whirled it over her head a few times and then threw it to Ben, who rubbed it against his crotch as the women shrieked their approval.

Jules next unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. She pushed them down to the floor and stepped out of them, leaving her wearing nothing but a bra and panties.

The music continued to pulse, and Jules continued to dance with Ben. She was a match for him in every way. They moved together beautifully. As she rocked her hips back and forth, Jules decided to take yet another bold step. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra.

Jules used her two hands to hold the cups of her bra in place up against her breasts as she danced. But her friends quickly took up a new chant: "Lose the bra, lose the bra!" they shouted.

Never one to refuse a dare, Jules let her bra drop to the floor. Her shapely breasts were now completely on display for Ben and her rowdy friends. Ben picked up her bra and threw it on top of the stack of her other clothes. They continued dancing, with Jules now half naked.

Ben's performance was already running over on the prescribed show time and he was trying to think of a graceful way to bring things to a close. This had been such a great group to perform for, and Jules's jumping in had made it uniquely special. There was something about her to which he was drawn.

As he was about to say something about wrapping things up, one of the women peeked out of a window and suddenly shouted, "Oh my gosh, look outside. It's a blizzard!"

2. The Unexpected Storm.

For obvious privacy reasons, the drapes and blinds covering all the windows in Jules's house had been closed. So, unbeknownst to Jules and her guests, as they partied the weather had taken a huge turn for the worst. Throwing open the curtains covering a large picture window revealed a raging snowstorm.

The women all grabbed their phones and checked on weather conditions. The news was not good. The predicted "light snow" had turned into a major blizzard with predictions of eighteen or more inches of snow by morning and wind speeds up to 45 or 50 miles per hour. The weather service was advising people to stay off the roads.

The evening had been memorable, but everyone knew that the party was over. The guests were all feeling a sense of urgency to get to their respective homes before conditions got worse.

Jules and Ben got their clothes back on as the guests scrambled around with coats, hats, gloves, and boots. As she was getting dressed, Jules's phone buzzed. It was Alan. He said, "Honey, I assume you are aware of this, but it is blizzarding outside like crazy. What's going on there?"

Jules replied, "We know. People are all heading out the door as we are speaking."

Alan said, "Oh good. I'm going to stay here at my brother's house tonight, just to be safe. I'll give you a call in the morning before I head for home. I hope all your guests get home safely."

Jules replied, "Me, too! Thanks for the call and hopefully, I'll see you tomorrow morning sometime."

As the women found their way out the door and to their cars, Jules asked each of them to text her when they got home. They all promised they would.

During all the scurrying around, Jules noticed that Ben was on his phone, apparently talking to several different people. She couldn't hear what was being said, but Ben looked concerned. As the last car drove off, Jules turned to him and said, "Ben, shouldn't you get going before conditions get even worse? I'm worried for you."

He replied, "Jules, I had scheduled an Uber driver to pick me up after the show. But he texted me earlier and said that because of the weather conditions, Uber has canceled all scheduled ride-shares until further notice. I tried Lyft, Via, Gett, and every other company I could think of. But they are all saying the same thing -- until further notice, service is suspended due to the blizzard. I left messages with every place I called, asking that someone call me back as soon as some kind of service becomes available. But who knows when that will be. I'm not sure what to do."

They both looked out the big picture window at the deepening snow. The wind was howling louder than ever.

Jules spoke, "Relax, Ben. You can stay here in the guest bedroom and get some sleep as you wait for a call back from one of the ride share services."

Ben busted into a big smile. "I was hoping you would say something like that! Thanks, Jules."

The two of them cleaned up the living areas from the party and loaded the dishwasher. The text messages Jules was waiting for from her friends came in. Everyone had made it home safely.

After the clean-up was completed, Jules and Ben collapsed on her couch, exhausted and drained from the activities of the evening.

Ben spoke up. "Jules, I know we're both dog tired, but do you have a few minutes to talk with me?"

She gently laughed, "I think I can stay awake a few more minutes. What's on your mind?"

He said, "Jules, I have a business proposition for you to think about." He paused for a moment and continued, "This was the most fun party I've ever worked. And the reason it was so special was your added performance. You really were amazing with the dancing and the... well, the stripping! You are a natural!"

"Here's what I am thinking. I would like to hire you to work as a stripper for male bachelor parties. At the moment, I am turning away jobs that require a female stripper because the woman who had been working for me moved to California."

"I know this may sound kind of crazy, but I really think you would be great. Would you consider giving this a try? Maybe talk it over with your husband? I can give you all the training you might need and the pay, including tips, can be pretty good."

Jules was taken aback. But she was also very flattered and intrigued. Thinking about the possibilities was exhilarating. Stripping and dancing for a room full of enthusiastic young men... this sounded like a dream job for Jules.

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They sat and talked for some time about this new opportunity. Finally, Jules said, "Let me think about this. I promise I will have a definite answer for you within the next couple of days. Is that agreeable with you?"

Ben replied, "That's fair. It's what I expected you to say. In the meantime, if you have any more questions, please just ask. I don't want to hide anything from you."

Jules said, "Yes, and I have to say that you weren't hiding much earlier this evening either!" They both laughed.

Jules looked wistfully out the window, yawned and stretched. She smiled and said, "Ben, I would love to talk further with you, but the hour is late. I'm going to call it a night. By the way, thanks for helping with the cleanup tonight. Come on, and I'll show you where the guest bedroom is."

3. Sleepless Night.

Jules escorted him to the guest room. In the dimly lit hallway, he turned to her and said, "Jules, I'm sorry to impose on you like this. I am really grateful for your accommodation. I'll keep my phone by my pillow and if I get a call from a ride-share company, I'll try not to wake you when I leave."

She replied, "Don't worry about it. I just hope you get that call and get home safely! "

They looked into each other's eyes. Between the stripping, Jules dancing completely topless, and the conversation, a sexual energy had been building up between the two of them all night. They both felt it. But all Ben said was, "Thanks again, Jules, for an amazingly fun evening, and for your hospitality."

"Good night, Ben," was her only reply.

He stepped into the guest room, flipped on the light switch, and gave Jules one last smile as he closed the door behind him.

As the latch on the door to Ben's room clicked shut, Jules stood motionless, her thoughts and feelings racing. Finally, she turned, walked the seven steps down the hall to the door to her bedroom, entered, and closed the door behind her.

Ben was something of an insomniac anyway, and was unable to relax into sleep. The events of the evening kept tumbling around in his mind. He was also wondering when his phone might ring with news about getting picked up. And he couldn't help but think about Jules.

He was recalling her stripping and being naked except for her thin panties. He'd been around with plenty of women. But Jules excited him in ways that were new to him. Her maturity and raw beauty were turning him on. He'd never been with a MILF before, but he was feeling a powerful attraction to this one.

After tossing and turning for a while, he thought maybe a change in location and some reading would take his mind off the many feelings racing through his mind. So he quietly got up and slipped on his underpants, trousers, and t-shirt. He wandered barefoot out into the dark living room, bringing his laptop with him. Ben switched on a lamp and sat down on the couch. He pulled up the text of Diana Gabaldon's "Outlander" novel, and started reading.

Meanwhile, Jules was lying in bed, having troubles of her own in falling asleep. Her body was tired but her mind was working overtime. Mentally, she was grappling with whether to say 'yes' to Ben's invitation to work for him.

As she lie in bed, her mind continued to be a churning caldron of questions and possibilities. But her thoughts and feelings kept circling back to Ben personally. It had been a few years since she had experienced the particular pleasures of extramarital sex. She kept thinking about knocking on his door and inviting him to her bedroom. She decided to get up and fix herself a cup of tea to try to calm her restless thoughts and feelings.

She slipped on a robe over her black panties and crept into the kitchen and dining area. She put water in the teapot and turned on a stove burner.

Hearing a noise behind her, Jules turned and walked over to the open door to the living room. She peered in. There sat Ben on the couch, apparently working on his laptop. He looked up and saw Jules looking at him. As their eyes met, both smiled broadly.

She took a few steps closer to Ben, stopped, and asked if he would like some tea. He said, "That sounds terrific. And then please come join me on the couch."

A few minutes later, she came out of the kitchen and into the living room with two steaming cups. She handed one of them to Ben, and then sat next to him. He folded up his laptop and set it on the floor.

He asked her, "Trouble sleeping?"

She replied, "I don't know. It could be that maybe I'm sleeping right now and this is all just a crazy dream."

Ben chuckled, "If so, I'm really glad to be a part of it. It's an amazing dream you seem to be having."

Jules smiled, "I can't argue with that! What a blast tonight was! But I do feel like my brain is on a merry-go-round, thinking about your job offer. But you know what? We'll be talking more about that, one way or the other, in the coming days. So for now, let's change the subject. Tell me something interesting about yourself."

Ben took a sip of his tea. "It's funny you should ask that because I discovered something new about myself tonight. I discovered that I am attracted to older women. I never knew that before. I feel really good about it. It's exciting to think about being with a woman who likely has a diverse and interesting sexual history."

He continued, "But maybe it would be more correct to say I am sexually attracted to a certain, specific older woman whom I just met tonight. I can't seem to get her out of my mind. I get turned on just thinking about her. So, there you go, there's something interesting about me. Now you tell me something about yourself."

Ben knew he had taken a chance in speaking so directly. But he sensed that even if she rejected him, she would not be judgmental about it. He offered a tentative soft smile, and waited for her reply.

Jules was thoughtful for a few moments. Ben had made it clear he was thinking of her in intimate ways. They were alone for the night, with no chance of being interrupted by Alan. But was Ben really making an invitation? A request? Was he kidding or maybe testing the water? Whatever she said in reply was going to have implications. Her heart was beating hard. Mixed emotions and desires were spinning in her head.

Finally, she decided to be straight and honest with him and see what happens. She spoke, "Ben, it's been years since I last had sex with anyone other than my husband. But just as you are attracted to a certain older woman, I find myself attracted to a certain very much younger man."

Ben was silent, letting her speak on her own time and terms. Jules breathed in deeply and let it out. She looked into his eyes beseechingly and said, "Oh Ben, what are we going to do?"

He returned her gaze and softly took one of her hands in his. He spoke gently, saying, "I think life is short and can be harsh. So we should enjoy life's pleasures as much as circumstances allow, so long as no one gets hurt. When you are presented with an opportunity to really connect in a pleasurable way with someone special, you should take advantage of it. We are here together, alone, under extraordinary circumstances. Is it fate? I don't know. But we both feel drawn together at this moment. And as the saying goes, in the end, we regret the things we didn't do more than the things we did."

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