("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: ladies.txt (M/F+, size, exh) Authors name: Martin (mjohanson4@excite.com) Story title : Ladies Night Out ----------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 1999. Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. ----------------------------------------------- Ladies Night Out by Martin (mjohanson4@excite.com) My plan was formulated 9 months ago. It was more like a fantasy, a dream, a hope. I had tried before but something inside me said this time would actually be different. I'm a professional, I just turned 35 in February and my wife had recently given birth to my second child the previous December. My family was complete, a 3 year old boy, new baby girl, and a sweet wonderful 31-year-old beautiful wife and mother who miraculously gets her terrific figure back weeks after childbirth. But I wasn't happy with myself. I'm a fairly successful senior manager at a large firm, but I sit on my ass all- day and just wasn't happy with my physical appearance and energy level. I'm 5'9" tall and at the time weighed 215 lbs. Our sex life had dwindled down to about twice a month and while it was great when it happened, I really wanted greater frequency. I blamed my looks. Who would want to sleep with this fat shit? I was determined to lose 40 pounds, muscle up a bit and energize my life. The plan was to diet and get some regular exercise. Improve my habits. I resolved that I would do this by the end of 1999. Then I decided that I wouldn't unveil my new and improved physical self to my wife until her birthday in November. I started to get pumped up and motivated. I started dieting and it seemed easier than in the past. Then about three weeks later I started working out. A month later, I signed up with a personal trainer to keep the motivation going and push me a bit harder. It wasn't cheap, but it was well worth it. I had lost over 25 pounds in three months. My wife was noticing a bit, but I kept my distance from her. Occasionally I gave her oral sex to keep her at bay. I was determined not to have her see me naked until I was down to 175 pounds. By June, I was at 185 and my arms and chest had really started to grow. I was as strong as I was in college and feeling great. Now I could run on the treadmill 45 minutes without killing myself. When I started, I thought I would need a hospital after 3 minutes. Now I was doing about 400 crunches a day. In the morning I did 100 and 50 whenever I got a chance throughout the day. Now I was determined to have a washboard stomach by November (something I never had even in college). The hardest things were the clothes. Everything was too big. My 38-inch waist was quickly approaching 34. My 17-1/2 inch neck was now 16. I looked ridiculous in my old suits but I wasn't going to buy anything until December. My wife and I always said we would like two children and in mid-June we both sat down and decided that we really didn't want to have anymore, two was enough. I said that I would get a vasectomy. I looked on the Internet one day for some information to see what other people had experienced. One friend told me how terrible it was (he needed ice near the bed and couldn't move for a week) and another told me it was no big deal and was back at work the next day. I wanted to know more. During my search, a clinic in California popped up promoting a vasectomy and penis enlargement operation. Supposedly a portion of the operation is covered by insurance. I was intrigued. While I was never really unhappy with my size, what man wouldn't like to be larger? My cock is fairly thick at nearly 7 inches around and is 6 3/4 inches long. The documentation said they could possibly add 2 inches. Wow, I couldn't imagine having a cock 8 3/4 inches long. I stood in front of the mirror with a cloth tape measure and just the thought had my cock at full mast. I rolled out the tape to the tip and put on another 2 inches. Two inches is a lot. In the mirror it looked huge. Boy that would be great. I thought about it for about a week and finally called. It was weird talking to a female nurse on the phone about all this but she must do it all the time and was very professional about it. She said that most people gain at least 1 inch in length and sometimes as much as 2 1/2 inches. Stretching exercises must be done after the operation and you couldn't really have sex for a period of time. There is some reduction in the overall length during the healing process but the stretching exercises keep it to a minimum. She inquired about increasing the thickness of my cock but I told her how thick I was and that I was happy with it. She said that was plenty thick and that the operation for that isn't quite as successful anyway. She asked me quite a bit about my wife and if she approved. I told her it was going to be a surprise. The nurse was not very supportive of the surprise aspect and tried to persuade me into talking it over with my wife. It seems they really want everybody to be part of this decision. After another week of pondering it, I decided to do it. I called and made an appointment. It was scheduled Only 3 weeks later, I would fly out and spend several days there. The operation costs about $3,000 so all in with flights and hotel it ran me about $4,500. I took a few days off from work. I told my wife I had a business obligation and 3 weeks later I was in California. I don't remember being so nervous. Even when my wife was giving birth I wasn't this nervous. It is a simple operation and I couldn't believe the results. Don't be mistaken. You are pretty tender afterwards but I was immediately pleased with the results. Now, even when not aroused my cock hung handsomely between my legs. Any scars quickly healed in weeks. I was now even more determined to hit my 175 pounds. My exercising shifted into even higher gear. After a period of healing time I was taking two aerobic classes a day. Combined with my diet I was breaking through the 180 mark. After I fully healed I was tempted often to unveil myself. Even in the showers at the health club, I felt more confidence and while I'm not interested in men, I was proud to have transformed my body over 7 months and didn't feel the need to cover myself in the shame and modesty that I had felt in the past. As my wife's birthday approached I came up with a more elaborate plan to expose myself to her. Next to all the strip club ads in the sports section of the newspaper I saw an ad for a male revue for women. They were promoting an amateur's night on Wednesday's. The club had a male amateur male revue on Wednesday's till 11:00 then men are allowed into the club. On Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and Thursday and Saturday's only women dance. On Fridays a professional men's revue is done until 11:00 then women and men dance together. The club is about an hour's drive away from my house and I couldn't think of a good reason for my wife to be there. I needed someone else to help. I turned to my wife's best friend since elementary school, Liz. Liz is a lesbian and works as a librarian. She is very beautiful and her girlfriends are usually just as beautiful. She even admitted to us that she didn't understand the butch side of lesbianism. She said, "I like girls, why would I want to be with a girl that looks like a guy?" We have always been able to talk very openly together. I told her my plan and asked for suggestions. Well she asked me if I had danced there yet? No. How do you know they will let you dance? I didn't. Well, first I had to see if they would let me dance. If they let me, then dance and see if I would want to do it in front of my wife. Then we would take it to the next level. I made some calls and the club manager was very professional about it. On the phone he felt I was a little old to start doing this but told me to come down anyway. They try to get six to eight guys for every Wednesday. Amateur means that they won't pay you for dancing but any tips you can keep. However, Wednesday is usually a light crowd. If a dancer is any good they might be asked back for a paid weekend gig. Friday nights and the bachelorette parties are where the real money lies. He invited me back that night to see the pros in action and hopefully pickup some tips. The pros dance to three or four songs at a time. I learned that on amateur night we would dance to two songs for our set, about seven or eight minutes. One thing you notice is that you need a gimmick. Some kind of look. Most guys were totally shaved with a couple of guys with body hair. I was very pleased as I compared my 35-year-old body to most of these guys in their twenties. A couple of them must have been on steroids they were so huge but it seemed the women weren't into the huge guys anyway. I had one huge drawback. I'm a redhead with very fair skin. The only thing that dulls the glare is my modest amount of body hair. Everybody, I mean everybody, had incredible tans. I asked the manager about this and he laughed. He said, "Come with me." He took me backstage to a dressing room where all the guys were hanging out. He asked one of the guys for a something and he handed him a bottle. He turned to me and handed me the bottle and said, "This is the trick." I took it and turned to the guy who gave it to us and asked if I could try some. He said, "Sure." I took a little into my palm and spread it on my arm. I couldn't believe it! My skin turned a golden brown, and the golden red hairs on my arm turned a light brown. Wow! I thought. The manager explained that I was considering dancing Amateur night. A couple of the guys gave me some tips and let me keep the bottle of tanning lotion which was still almost half full. He said it took about half a bottle to cover your body and that it lasted about two weeks. It is waterproof and goes on very smooth. There was an 800 number on the bottle so I could order more. I was feeling confident so I told the manager I would like to dance. He said he was booked for the next two Wednesday's, but the 27th was open, the fourth Wednesday of October. I told him to book me. He said if I had any second thoughts to please let him know a few days ahead of time so he could reschedule. I asked him if he could also tentatively book me for the second week of November (the week of my wife's birthday). He said no problem. I called Liz from the car phone as soon as I hit the highway home. I was totally excited about this. The next day Liz and I met to discuss the show. I was worried about the tanning effect and how I would hide it after the October show. Liz and I flirted with the option of not using it. But I am so white, I knew that wouldn't be the answer. Liz was kind and said that at least I would stand out from the other guys. She made a joke about me being a ghost since Halloween was just around the corner. Then it us. I would tan the rest of my body except for my face and I would use a mask for my face and neck. That gave me the idea to start growing a beard and mustache, which quickly started to fill in. I stopped wearing my contact lenses and only wore my glasses. For the next two weeks I worked out harder than ever and drank tons of water and lived on Slim fast. Liz got me a Beast mask and cape from Disney's Beauty and the Beast for a small fortune. I took the cape to a shop that one of the guys suggested and found some matching rip-away pants and a g-string to complete the package. The g-string for dancers surprised me. It is totally different from the tight racing bikini swimming gear I had when I was younger. It was nice and loose in the pouch so your cock hangs nicely and swings with every move with the g-string going right up the crack of your ass. The polyester is like silk and actually stimulates you, keeping your cock semi-erect. I told my wife I was working late and went over to Liz's house early. We had to be at the club by eight o'clock. I took a shower and put the tanning lotion on. I trimmed my beard neatly for no reason whatsoever and looked in the mirror. I really liked what I saw. I actually looked great. I put on the g-string and called Liz in to see. Now while my wife hadn't seen me naked since February, Liz hadn't seen me with any clothes on since the summer two year earlier at the beach. She whistled and said I looked great. She put the lotion on my back and touched up a few areas. I put the pants on, then the mask. I felt good. I had a gimmick; my tan in bottle was working and my abs and body looked great! I put my work coat on and my work shoes, since I forgot my sneakers. We went in Liz's car. About 2 minutes away from the club I started having a panic attack. I was nervously laughing almost uncontrollably. I couldn't believe I was doing this. Liz tried to calm me by talking about how this was a dress rehearsal for the next show and to relax and be professional. Disconnect. I got there and met three of the other guys. Three others showed up later. All seven of us had costumes of some sort. Two vampires, a policeman and a mummy (a good idea, he let the audience unwind him). I thought Disney was well represented by the Arabian (Aladdin) and Tarzan costumes as well as my obvious Beast presentation. The manager came back and told us when each of us would go on. Since we had two vampires, he led off with one of the vampires followed by the Arabian, the mummy, me (the Beast), the policeman, the other vampire and then Tarzan. We would then all go out and dance. I then learned that there was a $250 prize for the best amateur performer and another $100 prize for best costume. I couldn't believe how nervous I was. I watch periodically how the other dancers performed. We were definitely amateurs. There is a big difference between the guys who do this for a living and us, but the girls knew what they were getting and were having a great time. I didn't see much of the vampire's performance. I thought the Arabian danced like a girl. The mummy was actually quite funny and the crowd really got into it. His costume was basically strips of white sheets and girls would pull it off in six- foot strips as he spun around on stage. His body was a little fat but the girls didn't seem to mind and he got quite a few tips. It was my turn and my knees were shaking as I walked out. I was sure everybody could see how nervous I was. While I was sweating like crazy in the mask, it was an incredible help since I felt disguised behind it. Liz was seated up front near the stage and had joined some other girls. She was clapping and cheering like mad which made me smile. Then I realized everybody was cheering quite loudly, they really liked the costume. This really gave me an ego boost and I got into it. Suddenly I gave a huge roar that originated from my gut. It was totally unplanned and Liz as well as everyone else were shocked and momentarily stopped clapping. I got into the dancing and was having a great time. I loved how these beautiful girls were looking at me. I first removed the cape exposing my shoulders and back then pulled away the rip-away pants. Even with the glow of sweat on my body the tanning lotion held on and looked even better. Women were holding out singles and stuffing them in my g-string. Probably 1 out of 5 girls will brush your cock when they put a bill in and my penis was comfortably semi-erect. One young girl actually wrapped her hand around and squeezed my cock for just a moment and while I was shocked and embarrassed the action had started getting me hard. My growing cock got hard as a rock. I would swing it around a little more to try and cover up how hard I had gotten but it just seem to get worse. I tried not to think about it but whenever I stopped for a girl to put a bill in, it just poked right out at them hard as can be pressing against the cloth. The head of my cock was clearly visible through the thin material. I looked at Liz who was enjoying my predicament way too much. She was laughing and clapping and occasionally howling. The rest of the song seemed like it lasted forever but it was probably only two minutes and the music was finally over and I started to make my way to the stage exit. Everybody was yelling for me to take it off. I first thought they were talking about my g-string but then realized it was my mask they wanted me to remove. I got backstage and everybody congratulated me as we had done the earlier guys. I started counting the money and had made $47. That was for about 5 or six minutes of dancing. Not bad, I thought. I had two fives and someone had actually given me a ten. The rest were singles. I didn't know who gave me the ten or the fives and felt a little bad. Maybe I should have done something extra for them. Hung out at their table longer or something. The other dancers finished and we all went out on stage for the climax and vote. I was lucky, since I went fourth. I ended up in the center of the stage as they introduced us. I came out and gave them another roar, which I thought was better than Tarzan's yell. One of the tables, probably six or seven girls actually roared back, it was great. We all had to dance again as the crowd voted for best costume. The mummy won it hands down. The crowd went noticeably crazy when he was presented. Liz tried her best to get the group she was with into it for me and I certainly appreciated it. Then we had to dance again as the crowd voted for best dancer. We each danced individually for about 20 seconds as the crowd cheers. The one who gets the loudest cheer wins. The vampire draped his cape in front of him and pulled off his g-string somehow and through it to the crowd. The crowd went crazy, he pelvic trusted into his cape with his cock throwing the fabric dramatically into the air with each thrust. The Arabian was good looking but a pathetic dancer. The mummy got good applause but nothing like his best costume applause. The women were very discriminating. I roared again and swung my cape around out in front of the stage. Now the whole crowd was following the lead of the noisy table and roared back at me. So I roared even harder. Everybody was cheering and roaring. I was electrified and ended up winning. I couldn't believe it. Liz thought it was great and we laughed all the way home. I took a quick shower at her place and got back into my work clothes to go home. I slipped into the house, changed into my pajamas and sneaked into bed. I could barely sleep that night. I just relived the night over and over in my head. Liz had a few suggestions for improving my performance. My roar seemed to be a great hit and she thought I was brilliant by thinking of it. I told her it was totally unplanned and just hit me at the moment. She thought that I would look better with no body hair. She thought the guys' bodies that were totally shaven looked even harder and more defined under the lights. We talked about me playing the Beast and whether the hair was good or bad but in the end we decided the hair had to go. The two weeks seemed to fly by. Liz had arranged to take my wife out for her birthday. I told my wife that I was bogged down with a project at work and that she better get her mother to baby- sit just in case I can't get home in time. She told me that the girls were just going out for dinner. Meanwhile I knew that Liz had told her where they were going. Then I hear that two of my wife's girlfriends are going. Next, my sister was joining them. Finally, my son's godmother (my boss's wife) is somehow invited. I called Liz and said, "What the hell is going on? It was suppose to be just the two of you!" She said that my wife had invited them, what could she do? I left work a little early and got over to Liz's house at 4:30. I jumped in the shower and washed my hair. Liz then applied some temporary hair color that would lighten my red hair to blond. I jumped back in the shower and started to shave my body, but I couldn't really reach everywhere. I called to Liz and told her I couldn't get my back. She told me to rinse out the hair color and get on the bed. She had a spare sheet covering the bed. I dried off, got on the bed and covered myself with a towel. Liz came in with a tub of water, sat down on the bed and began using the trimmer edge of my electric shaver to remove the long hair from my back and legs. She then removed the towel to get to my ass. Immediately I felt my cock start to get swell beneath me. Then she told me to roll over. I rolled over and my erect cock popped up. Liz kind of laughed and gasped simultaneously. Wow, what is your wife talking about, this isn't any six inches. I had already shaved my chest so Liz started trimming around my erection and balls. I told her about the vasectomy and enlargement operation I had a few months earlier and pointed out the slight scars that were now visible since she had trimmed all the hair away. I tried to disconnect myself, as she would gently move my hardened cock from side to side as she trimmed. I rolled over again and she wet me down, foamed me up and began shaving. The skin on my entire body was tingling from the sensation. I was incredibly aroused as she shaved my ass. I couldn't believe it. After she wiped my back dry, I turned over again and looked into Liz's eyes. But she was being a professional and went right to work shaving the rest of me. This time she gripped my cock with her hand and I thought I could feel her occasionally squeeze my cock as she shaved. Maybe it was just my imagination or maybe my cock was just swelling with her touch. But then she started sliding her hand up and down my shaft very slowly. Occasionally she would release me to move my balls as she shaved. Then her hand would come back and begin stroking again. I finally cracked and said, "Liz, you are driving me crazy." Liz replied, "Your cock is huge. It's driving me crazy." She had grabbed the towel and was drying me off. I don't know what came over me but I sat up, looked her in the eyes and kissed her. Her mouth opened immediately and our tongues entwined. We kissed like starved animals. She was quickly undressed and I kissed down her long slender neck. I found her small yet firm breasts and licked her already hard nipples. We moved to a sixty-nine position and I began lapping at her dripping pussy. Liz is very thin, the thinnest girl I had ever been with. Usually I like a girl with some meat on her. Her pussy was very tight with a nice small ass. I licked up and down her thighs and went back at her pussy. She had my cock in her mouth and was sucking it surprising well for a lesbian, or for anyone for that matter. She was pumping me at the same time as she sucked and licked. If her pussy hadn't distracted me I probably would have cum already. I concentrated on Liz's clit and push a finger inside her. After pumping her pussy a little I moved my finger to her ass (my wife loves this). I kept up the attack on her clit as I slipped my lubricated finger into her ass. Almost immediately she started cumming. She stopped sucking my cock, but kept pumping it with her hand like she was going to rip it off, and was grinding her pelvis on my face. Then she said, "I got to feel this inside me." I wasn't really sure what I should do. The moment was just starting to dawn on me. I hadn't been with my wife in months and now I'm going to fuck her best friend who is suppose to be helping me surprise her in quite a different way. My dick won out. Liz rolled over onto the bed and spread her long thin legs up high in the air as I climbed between them. Liz's face is quite beautiful, her large eyes and great smile just looking at me in anticipation. I pointed my incredibly hard thick cock at her pussy. I pushed the head in, and even though she was wet, it was very snug. Her eyes widened as I pushed a couple of inches into her. I pumped a few times lubricating my cock then pushed a few more inches into her. It felt incredible. A few more pumps and then I push all 8 1/2 inches of me into her. The tip of my cock was banging into something inside her. Her body was on fire. Her hips were rising up to meet each of my thrusts. She fucked me back better than anyone I had ever been with. She started cumming again and I just started ramming into her, coming nearly all the way out and then slamming back in. Her pussy was squeezing my cock and the next thing I know I'm yelling that I'm going to cum. She immediately pulled away from me then went down to suck on my cock as I rolled over onto my back. My hips were still pumping up off the bed into her warm mouth as I came. She just kept sucking while pumping my cock with her hands. She swallowed everything and sucked the head of my cock as my body began to come down from its sexual peak. I said, "I can't believe we did that." "Either can I," she responded. "Boy you are great. Are you sure you are a lesbian?" I said. She said, "Well, you brought out the best in me. But you should see me with my girlfriends." "I would love too," I eagerly said. "I bet you would." I jumped in the shower again and rinsed off. As I stood there totally naked, Liz applied some tanning lotion to my entire body this time, including my shaved face. My cock was again at full mast and Liz gave it a few pulls as she applied the lotion. I was hoping my wife wouldn't recognize me. Now clean shaven, wearing contacts, blonde hair and most important the tan. The face would be the only thing that she might recognize. The body was totally new. I have never been in such good shape in my life and my new cock was out of a porn movie. Liz had spread the lotion all over my body, even my shaved cock. In the mirror it looked even bigger than before. The shaft was now dark and defined; the large pink knob now a dark purple apple. The tanning solution also enhanced the small scars a bit but that would be under the g-string anyway. I looked in the mirror and said, "I don't think she will recognize me." Liz said, "There is no way she can recognize you. I could tell her that it was you and she wouldn't believe it." I said, "Don't you dare!" She promised she wouldn't. This time I had clothes to change into so I got dressed and put my costume into the car. Liz left to meet everyone at my house and I headed for the club. Again, as I approached I started getting the jitters, but Liz wasn't there to calm me down and push me forward. I pulled into the parking lot and sat there for probably 10 minutes. I saw a couple of other guys go in and I finally got up the nerve. Once inside I started to relax. The guys that were there were a little better looking than last time. One guy was at least 6 foot 3 inches and very muscular. We had arrived at about the same time. There were only six of us tonight and everyone was changing into their performance attire. It wasn't Halloween this time, so my Beast costume was out of the norm. Each guy still had a gimmick though. A Policeman, a construction worker; and one tacky guy was actually dressed as a priest. I guess he was going for the shock effect. The tall muscular guy was dressed as a football player (which I thought was pretty weak, but he probably thought my Beast costume was lame). The best one I thought was the Spanish guy who dressed as Zorro. It was a great costume. None of the guys were shy as we changed. I checked out the football player expecting him to be hung like a horse, but actually he was probably the next to smallest guy there. Zorro had the smallest, a short pencil dick. The priest had a fat cock but not that long. The only guy who's cock might have been as long as mine was the construction worker. My ego got a much needed, little boost. The manager came back and gave us the order of appearance. The order: the construction worker, followed by the priest, policeman, Zorro, then me, and finishing the football player. I was fifth. I was partly relieved but I was also a little anxious to get it over with and couldn't bear the wait. The show started, there were only about 30 girls, and Liz's reserved table was still empty. Of course I should have known that they would be running late. Nothing new. The construction worker was good and the girls seem to be into the show right off the bat. The priest got some boos at first but women love to hate someone. Someone actually tore off his g- string near the end of his act but he kept on dancing and women were throwing money on the dance floor and howling for more. I thought the manager would have stopped it because we were told a couple of times that by state law we weren't allowed to expose our genitalia. I asked one of the waitresses that bring us drinks backstage what the story was. She said that the manager could care less but he has to at least tell us that just in case he gets reported. The other guys heard this as well. One guy said, "That's probably what it will take to win the $250." The policeman looked like he danced as good as the construction worker and Liz, my wife, and the rest of the crew midway through his act. Liz and I made eye contact, she kind of made a signal that they had been drinking. One look at them and I could tell that most of them were well on there way. Zorro was pathetic. For a Spanish guy he had no rhythm. He swung around the cape good but once he took that off he seemed lost. My nerves started to get to me even worse than the first time. I asked the waitress for a tequila shot. When she got back I did the shot and gave her $5. She told me to relax, that I will be great and started rubbing my shoulders. In my nervous state my penis had shrunken down, but with this girl rubbing my shoulders my cock sprang to life. Adrenaline filled my body as the announcer introduced the Beast. I strutted out in beat to the music, then let out a roar. Liz roared back, with the rest of the table joining her moments later. I worked the room as I danced and was standing in front of my wife when I pulled my pants off. She was cute as she bashfully put a dollar in my waistband. Liz kept trying to give her bills but she was tentative. I had to go the rest of the table naturally and each girl put a dollar into my g-string. I was shocked as my sister actually gave my cock a tug. I shook my finger at her as if she was naughty and gave her a roar. Now with each roar, the crowd had gotten the idea to roar back at me. I went around the room again dancing and collecting. I picked up my cape and went back to my wife's table. Liz was yelling and pointing to my wife, "This is the birthday girl, this is the birthday girl." I extended my hand and pulled her onto the stage. She was totally embarrassed and more than a little drunk. I motioned her to kneel on the stage and surprisingly she actually did it. The crowd was roaring now. I stood in front of her and through the cape over her head hiding her and my groin. I unsnapped my g-string and threw it onto the stage. The crowd was cheering and then I let out a roar. Now, I don't know if my wife could even see what I had done under the cape or if she could see my huge erection, but I was totally turned on. The girls at her table were going absolutely crazy. I pulled back away from my wife keeping my groin covered by the cape. The crowd cheered as she stood and stepped off the stage totally embarrassed. Her friends were hugging her. I meanwhile started doing pelvic thrusts into the cape with my erection tossing the cape into the air. I walked to the other side of the stage and the girls were throwing money onto the stage. Some were yelling, "Take it off, take it off." This time I figured it was the cape they wanted. I made my way around the room. At one table a woman about 30 was with a bunch of her co- workers. They were actually out celebrating her recent divorce. The girls were at the edge of the stage. I knelt down and quickly wrapped the cape around the new divorcee. The girls went wild and I couldn't believe it when this girl took my cock in her hand and fed it into her mouth. Everybody saw her head pumping under the cape and they were screaming. It only lasted 10 or 15 seconds until I pulled away from her. A couple of girls threw some $5 bills on the stage. I couldn't believe girls were actually tipping me for this. I should have to pay. I made my way back toward my wife's table when suddenly my bosses wife, who was now blitzed out of her mind, quickly walks up to the edge of the stage where I am, and with one yank pulled the cape right out of my hand. Now I was standing there totally naked with a hard-on with only a mask hiding my embarrassment. Regaining my composure, I let out a huge roar. The crowd answered with one of their own. More dollars started floating to the stage. Again the chant of "Take it off!" erupted. Now they wanted the mask. One girl held up a twenty and yelled, "Take it off, take it off!" I broke down. I took off the mask, and tossed it onto the stage. Then I leaned over and took the 20-dollar bill out of the short blonde girl's hand with my teeth. I took a bow, picked up my g-string and quickly put it on, then collected the money on the stage. I gave a glance over at my wife's table. Nobody recognized me. Liz gave me a thumbs up signal. The tips came to $136 with the twenty bucks the girl gave me. Once backstage I saw Zorro right there fucking an older (35-40ish) woman with his little pencil dick. She was sitting on some boxes with her feet high in the air as he drove his cock into her. The waitress came backstage and told me I did a great job and gave me a shot of tequila and returned my cape to me. I pointed to Zorro with an open mouth. She just looked at me and raised her eyebrows, as if it happens all the time. I said thanks for drink. She said, "No, it's not from me, the drink is from the cute blonde girl in front," the same girl who gave me the twenty. I gave the twenty-dollar bill to the waitress and said thanks for everything. Moments later the cute little blonde was backstage. I thanked her for the drink, but didn't know what else to say. She leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear that she really would like to kiss me, could we go somewhere more private. The football player was just about to get announced when we went out the back door. All I had on was my g-string and cape. I was still barefoot and it was damn cold. Her car was right near the back door so we climbed into the back seat. This girl was probably still in college, about 21, huge tits and an extremely short skirt. We started kissing and I pulled her shirt over her head. I couldn't believe how large her breasts were. I had trouble with the clasp, which she quickly aided me with. I loved her large heavy breasts as I sucked on each nipple. She was quickly pulling my g-string aside and stroking my huge aching cock. I reached under her skirt and found out she wasn't wearing any underwear. I started to finger her but she pushed me away and said she wanted to fuck. I wasn't about to argue and let her position the head of my cock at her entrance. She was incredibly wet and the head slid in easy. I started pushing into her and it got tight real quick, but a few pumps later I was slamming it home. She was nibbling my ear telling me to fuck her faster. Her huge breasts were slamming into my chest each time I slammed into her. I swear I could cum just from a girl nibbling on my ear so I knew I wasn't going to be lasting long. She didn't need it long though and started cumming like mad. I felt a searing pain in my back, which distracted me for a few moments but then I was right back into it. I just started fucking her like a piece of meat. Burying my pole into this 21-year-old then suddenly I was cumming deep inside her. I fell on top of her out of breath. She said I was great. I told her the same and we kissed. Then suddenly someone was knocking on the window. It was the guy dressed as the policeman. He yelled while laughing, "Hurry up, we are waiting for you!" I pulled out of her with our combined juices all over me. "Oh shit, I can't go in there like this." No sooner said and she was down there giving my cock a quick tongue bath. I put the g- string on as the blonde dressed and we walked back into the club. Inside I began to straighten my cape. One of the guys said, "Oh shit, look at your back." Sure enough, the bitch had scratched the shit out of me. One huge claw mark across my back that was welting up into four parallel lines. Now I knew I wasn't going to be taking off my cape again. I put my mask back on and waited to go out on stage. The waitress returned backstage and shook her finger at me as she approached. She went to whisper into my ear. As I bent down to hear her she whispered, "Have you been a naughty boy?" and she squeezed and massaged my semi-hard cock in my g-string. Shit, my cock hadn't had this much attention in years. She was a real piece of ass and I wished I could fuck her right there but we were going on stage. Each of us had our short turn dancing as the crowd cheered us. When it was my turn, my wife's table was noticeably loud. The blonde had returned from the car and was now center stage holding up a fifty. Yelling that she would pay $50 for my g-string. Everyone was getting into it. I said, "For $50 you could take it off." I heard another girl yell that she would pay $60 but I couldn't see exactly who yelled it. I walked up to the blonde that I had just fucked moments ago and took her $50. She then ran her hand up my legs slowly as everyone watched in anticipation, gripped the thin band and slowly lowered the band down my legs exposing my long thick semi hard well-fucked cock hanging between my legs. The crowd started the Beast roar on their own. I roared back then took off the mask. The crowd cheered again. I knew I had easily won again this week in more ways than one. I collected my money, dressed and rushed home hoping to beat my wife. I thanked my mother-in- law for watching the kids and sent her home. She gave me a look due to the hair, tan and the missing beard, but thankfully she didn't ask any questions. I was sure she would ask my wife tomorrow. I jumped in the shower and quickly washed. In my robe I rushed back outside to get the costume out of the trunk of the car. I had just got the costume on when the car pulled up. I went to the living room and peaked out the window thinking that only my wife would come in, but instead everyone was piling into the house. Liz was the only sober one of the lot. The girls were a bit loud and I was afraid they would wake the kids but Liz quickly quieted them. My wife said she wanted to get me to join them for cake and went upstairs. The rest of the girls went directly to the kitchen and were sitting at the kitchen table and putting some candles on a cake as I hid in the shadows of the dark living room. My sister started talking about how big a cock the beast had. They all agreed and said they couldn't believe it. One of my wife's friends said that she had one that big back in college and now missed it. They all laughed and said mockingly how size doesn't matter. My cock had grown to full size again with all this talk and was poking at my pants. The talk turned to the construction worker and how one of them actually liked Zorro. Someone kidded her about his rhythm. My wife returned saying she couldn't find me. I figured this was as good a time as any. With my mask and costume on I walked into the kitchen. Everybody's mouth just opened and eyes went wide. One of my wife's friends said, "What the hell are you doing here?" Liz laughed which broke some of the tension. I then pulled away my rip-away pants. I did some pelvic thrusts and said in a spoken whisper "roar." Then I turned to my wife whose mouth was still hung open in disbelief and said, "Honey, when are your friends going to go home?" My wife just stood there dazed. My sister suddenly said, "Oh my god!" Liz then said, "Girls, I think we will have to wait until tomorrow to blow out these candles. And we can catch up on things then. Let's say we meet here at 7:00 tomorrow night, okay." My wife and all the others agreed and they started walking towards the front door. My boss's wife suddenly said, "Was he the one dancing?" All the girls started laughing and hugging her. My sister sarcastically said, "Boy, you're quick." I walked over and kissed my wife. She hugged me and said, "I don't know whether to be embarrassed or proud. You were great up there!" I said, "Thanks, it means a lot coming from you." Then she pulled away from me and said, "Where did you get that thing though?" pointing at my crotch. I smiled and asked her, "Do you think you can get used to it?" She said, "Probably not, but I'll have fun trying?" I don't know if I'll ever dance again in public, but at least I'm dancing a lot more at home. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 11