Wives stripper orgy

The large glass box of a shower had eight women in it at one point. About two hours into the affair, the chocolate tastings and general mingling wrapped up with the arrival of a burlesque dancer -- a lithe brunette with heavy eye makeup and a feather boa. But no higher The big finale the women had come to see looked frankly unnatural - and that's because it was. Cynthia looked at me and asked if I was sure that I wanted to go through with this. I didn't really want to interrupt a lot of the goings on in other rooms, and the transitory nature of the bathroom made it an extremely interesting place to be. Richards was allowed to talk up what is a fairly elementary, unsavoury business unchallenged, managing to be as pompous as anyone can be when talking about men dressed as fireman stripping off at hen parties.

Now that the coat was off my wife was showing them all an outfit that really revealed her figure. Even we I said she would need to give Tom a lap dance, she stuck to her resolve. The basic ingredients weren't hard: To be honest, the idea of her topless or naked with other men had always been a fantasy of mine but I thought it would always be just that, a fantasy. I should probably interject here that I had always been proud of my wife and her looks. Now she was in thong, bra, shirt, stockings and suspenders. My wife and I had known Ian for over 20 years, through two divorces, but she had never met Tom before.

The fact that such a close friend as Ian would also see it was the icing on the cake -- I'd have someone to share the memories with afterwards. They were standing to attention and seemed to be begging to be pinched or tweaked. She was going to be shown around a lot, that was sure! Tom had checked with his friend whose house would be used and we could sit 5 at each table for poker.