Merry Christmas

 

What Christmas present do you get for a man who has everything? The classic wifely dilemma. The Christmas plague that millions of women suffered from on a yearly basis around the world. Now, double that problem, Riley thought because she has not one but two men to buy for. It was only July, but she had always been an early planer when it came to Christmas and she was already in a panic. She had been asking them about things they might like and both of the stubborn men had given her the same answer,

“All I want is you.” The same answer from both of them phrased a dozen different ways. It was sweet, yes, but it also amounted to leaving her clueless.

Well, she thought to herself, I’m just going to have to get creative. If all they want is me than me is where I start. The idea came to her as she was leaving her yoga class. There was a flier posted on the door. Awaken your inner showgirl, it read, and learn how to make your man sit up and beg. Riley smiled as she stopped to read further. It was her that always did the begging, wouldn’t it be nice to change that for once?

“Pole dance!” One of her classmates squealed from just behind her, “I’ve always wanted to learn how to do that.” She smiled at Riley with an unmistakably mischievous grin. “Do it with me, Riley,” she went on, “we can learn it together and then compare stories to see who’s man drooled the most.”

“Jessi,” Riley laughed, “You don’t need this to make any man drool.” Riley was about to decline when the idea burst upon her like the clichéd light bulb switching on right above her head. “But, I’m in. This is going to be a blast.” That night Riley told her men she was adding another fitness class to her schedule. She kept it light and casual, she didn’t want them asking questions or looking too deep into this if she was going to be able to keep it a surprise. Thankfully they took the news with very little comment. Cade only said, “Just don’t overdo it and start losing a bunch of weight.”

While Trevor joined in with, “Yeah, we like all your soft jiggly parts just the way they are.” So she was in the clear. Now all she had to do was learn how to dance with a pole and then figure out a way to get a pole into their house on Christmas without either of them knowing.

“The first thing you have to do is leave your self-doubts at the door.” The instructor was a tall, stunning blonde with a body that was honed to perfection from her years as a dancer. Michelle was a moderately famous star on Broadway and her classes weren’t cheap but anyone who took them knew they were getting dance instruction from one of the best in the business.

“Once the music starts ladies, you have to believe in what you are doing. You have to believe that you are the most beautiful, graceful and sexy thing your man has ever laid eyes on.” As she spoke she slid one hand up the pole in the front of the class and then hooked a knee around it. “You have to believe it and let it flow out of every pore in your body. You are sex on stilts and only if he is a very,” She lifted up and did a slow swirl around the pole, “very,” another swirl, her body moved around that pole like there wasn’t a bone in her body, like she was as fluid as water, “very good boy, when you finish your dance you might let him touch you.” She executed a sharp twist and twirl then she was upside down with her legs tight around the pole and her hands cupping her own breasts teasingly. “Ladies, if you do what I tell you to, he’ll be begging to lick the sweat from your body when you’re done.”

“Michelle, have you got a minute?” Riley was sweaty and tired and every muscle in her body ached. She was dancing three days a week and she knew she was pretty good. But she didn’t want to be pretty good she wanted to be great. She wanted to rock Cade and Trevor’s world and she had an idea brewing that she thought just might do the trick.

“Sure, Riley,” Michelle said, “what’s up?”

“Well, I was wondering. Have you ever danced with two poles?”

“One two three four. Over under, over under. Keep your left leg straight. Kick turn kick and over and turn and stop.” The pace was grueling and Riley had never been so sore in her life. For more than a month now she had been taking private lessons from Michelle and Riley had begun to suspect that the blond hated her. She pushed and she shouted and she expected Riley to do things that only people missing about half their bones could perform. But Riley did them. Over and over again.

The men were getting a little disgruntled. Riley hadn’t obeyed them and her jiggly parts were almost nonexistent now. Her tummy had lost its soft cushion-y feel and now there were actual hints of a six-pack there instead. Her thighs still touched, but they were delineated with muscle now. Her bottom was still there as well. It was just higher and rounder than it had ever been before. Trevor had taken to calling her Scoops. When she asked him why, he said it was because her ass looked like two scoops of his favorite ice cream. All in all she hadn’t lost much weight because it was being replaced with muscle and the men weren’t complaining too much. Trevor was more subtle about it and had just started bringing her home lots of her favorite foods. Cade was more strait forward, he just warned, “If you are doing this because you are having fun in your classes, great. If you are purposely trying to lose weight, stop. If I catch you skipping meals I’m going to beat your ass.”

“Okay, Riley,” Michelle called out, “Good work today, you’ve got this part of the routine down. Next class I want to work on your transition to the next phase of the set, by the way, you need to work on your splits.”

December

 

“Six seven and eight!” Michelle finished with a shout. “Wow that was flawless. I’m not even gay and I would jump you right now if you asked.” She flashed Riley a smile and turned off the music. “I’d say my work here is done.” Riley laughed and plucked her bottle of water up for a long swallow. She still couldn’t get through the routine without sweating but at least she was only breathing a little heavy and no longer panting like a winded horse when she finished.

“It was good wasn’t it?” she asked between drinks. “I’ve done it so many times I think I could do it in my sleep, but I’m still scared I’m going to mess up on Christmas.”

“You won’t mess up. You got it down. Now, did you call the carpenter I told you about?”

“Yes, he’s awesome and he’s going to install everything on Christmas Eve while we’re with the family in Connecticut. I’m so nervous. What if I mess up and they don’t like it? Then I’ve installed a mini strip stage in my bedroom for nothing.” Michelle put a reassuring hand on each of Riley’s shoulders and said, “I choreographed this dance myself. I trained you on every aspect and I drilled it into you until you could do it even if you were in a coma. It’s hot, it’s steamy and you are sexy as hell. They aren’t gonna know what hit ’em honey.”

Christmas Eve

 

As soon as the elevator door opened Riley shot out of it like a bullet. “I have to get your guys’ present ready stay here till I call you okay?” She called out as she ran down the hall. She didn’t make out what they answered, she was too anxious to check on the install to pay attention. She only hoped the carpenter had lived up to his reputation because she had no time to do a test run. If the lights and music weren’t in sync like they should she was dead in the water. She pulled out the box she’d hidden under the bed and started changing as she looked at the addition she had brought to their bedroom.

Real hardwood flooring, lights in the ceiling and not one but two big silver poles. They could be easily removed. They twisted out and could be stored under the bed while the holes in the floor and ceiling had caps to fit over them to make them less conspicuous. She had the carpenter make the modifications to the section of the room they had designated for play and the hooks that were already in the ceiling were still there along with a few others that she had decided to add. Everything looked just like she had hoped it would and with a hand on her tummy to settle the frogs that suddenly started leaping in there she got into position and turned off the lights.

“Oh boys,” she called out in a voice that was breathless with nerves and excitement, “The show is about to begin.” They came in and she heard Cade curse when he stumbled into one of the chairs she had placed for them. “Have a seat gentlemen and save your applause till the end.” She hoped she sounded mysterious and sultry, she feared she sounded scared and stupid. She couldn’t see them, but she could tell when they were seated, all noise had stopped and the air was heavy with anticipation.

This was it. Almost six months of blood, sweat and tears was about to pay off. Riley let herself believe it. She took a deep breath in and let it out along with all her doubts and fears. This was for them. Her loves, her heart and soul. She was dancing for them. From the moment she had first laid eyes on them they had driven her crazy with lust. They often reduce her to a mindless quivering mess and leave her begging for more. Well, now it’s her turn. She hit the remote and tossed it toward the bed. She had five seconds to get in position and she only need half that.

The first beat of music hit along with the first light. It was the light on the pole behind her so she was cast in silhouette stretched out against the other pole. She smiled because she heard the men’s quick in drawn breaths.

Second beat of music, second light, this one right above her. They could see her now. The fedora hat, buttoned-down white shirt with black tie loose around her neck. She had a short black skirt with a slit on each side to show off her thigh high stockings and spike heels that strapped around her ankles.

She kept her head tilted down and waited for the next beat and the final set of lights. And the smile grew wider when she heard Trevor’s low appreciative whistle and Cade’s muttered, “Fuck me.” Floor lights hit her in a perfect semi circle and the beginning strands of “You can leave your hat on” by Joe Cocker filled the room. It was not too fast and not too slow, and Joe’s voice was gravely perfection as he encouraged her to take off everything but her hat.

She slid down along the pole until her bottom was a mere inch from the floor, her hands trailed above her, stroking the pole before she gripped it tight and sprang up and around with her legs bent to give her body a sensuous ‘s’ curve. She came to a stop and dropped her legs to the floor with a snap, shoulder width apart. She was standing between the poles now and with one hand on the pole in front and one on the one behind she slid slow and smooth into the splits.

The men watched, speechless and aroused and didn’t move so much as a muscle as she gripped the tails of her shirt and with a yank popped open all the buttons. She left it dangling on her shoulders as she leaned forward and crawled out of her split with feline grace until she was on her hands and knees at the edge of the stage. Feet up, back arched so her bottom was high she lowered her shoulders in a flowing motion then snapped her feet to the floor and straightened her legs. Hip sway, then down for two beats then full stand and off with the shirt.

One, two three quick steps and up. With a leap she clung high to the first pole and her legs locked like a vice around the metal as she let go with her hands and arched back to grab the second at a lower place and then a swivel of her hips and she’s grinding against the pole with the rhythm strumming through her blood.

Then the moves all stop being moves and it’s just her and the music and the men she’s performing for. She was wet and sultry and she could feel that the second they touch her she was going to come.

Cade was beyond hard. He watched Riley dance and sway and get lost in what she was doing. She was connected to them and they to her and as she made love to them through her dance his need turned savage. His eyes tracked her as she twisted and bent her body in ways even he’d never thought possible.

Without taking his eyes from Riley he opened his slacks before the zipper could do permanent damage. He didn’t need to take his focus off Riley to know Trevor was doing the same. Her body was covered in a glistening mist of perspiration and it along with the stockings and heels were all she had on now. She dipped and spun and arched and every move was grace and sin combined. She dropped to the splits again and he heard Trevor make a sound he only ever made during sex. Then when Riley came up from those splits running her tongue along one of the poles it was his turn to give her a sex sound. It was mesmerizing. It was incredible.

If she didn’t finish soon he was going to charge the stage and tackle her like a linebacker.

A final twirl and an arch of her back and it’s done. The song drifted away leaving Riley with her ankles crossed over one bar, her back arched until her hair is pooled on the floor and her hands clinging to the other bar.

Cade stood slowly, mildly surprised he wasn’t running he walked to Riley, removing his shirt as he did. Trevor reached her at the same time and without preamble his tawny head lowered to the sweet flesh between her legs. Cade watched as he didn’t waste time on preliminaries and mercilessly tongued her clit. Riley, knowing them and what they expect, stayed where she was and would continue to until given the order to move.

Cade bent at the knees until his shaft was lined up and Riley took him in with greedy delight and an eager moan that he felt vibrate all the way to his spine. He bent to capture her luscious breasts in his hands and squeezed and plumped while his teeth nipped from one nipple to the next. His tongue lapped and licked, and he then ran a wet hot trail in the valley between them.

With a moan he pulled from her mouth and slid his pulsing cock between her breasts. He kneaded them as he thrust, consumed by the sight and feel of sliding in and out of that mouthwatering valley. Then with a scream she came. Trevor didn’t let up and neither did Cade, he continued to pinch and tweak at her nipples to drag it out for her as Trevor brought her to a second harder peak with his mouth before the first one even had time to fade.

“Okay, up you go, baby,” Trevor said. Cade stepped back and scooped a hand under her neck to help her stand. “Looked so fucking hot. Our perfect little dancer. Fucking beautiful.”

Trevor mumbled as he hooked an arm under each of her legs and lifted her. She was flexible enough now that she was almost bent double and her calves where on Trevor’s shoulders when he slid his cock home and started thrusting. Cade took a moment to watch and appreciate the symmetrical beauty of the position. The lovely globes of her ass open and free for him with her gorgeous legs tucked comfortably out of the way. Trevor was working up a deep and circular rhythm that never failed to make their wife come and Cade wanted to be in her when it happened. He stepped up behind her and placed his shaft between those perfect cheeks.

“Are you ready for me, Ry?” he asked, nudging in just a little and letting her adjust to it. “Are you ready for us?” He pulled her head back using a handful of her dark hair and kissed her long and deep, then slid in slow and relentless while looking into her eyes. “God, I love you so much. So fucking much.” He had better words for her. Words of eloquence and style. He’d graduated from a fucking Ivy League school for God’s sake but she had reduced him to the level of a caveman with her performance and it was the best he could do. She’d get eloquence later, right now she would have to make do with the caveman.

He pulled out and slammed back home with a primal sound of hunger and then let his hips fly. Trevor kept a smooth steady counter beat to the thrusts he was making and Riley clung between them, her body held almost motionless due to the position. It was sheer perfection and he couldn’t last, not after the dance, he never lasted long when he was in her tight ass anyway. He gripped her shoulders and told her, “Brace yourself.” Then one. Two. Three hard deep pounding thrusts into the Nirvana that was Riley and he was coming. Coming with a guttural moan that sounded more animal than man and Riley detonated at the sound of it, like she so often did and her own orgasm burst upon her with gale force. Trevor held out the longest but he never could resist if he stayed buried in Riley when she came, now wasn’t an exception. She triggered him and he came with a flurry of lightning fast thrusts. “Amazing Riley,” Cade said as he cradled her head and shoulders, “You amaze me.” The three of them clung to each other and trembled in the aftermath held up by the poles that Cade decided where the best Christmas present he’d ever received.