Private Dancer
by Carole Archer

Allison was having a quiet evening in front of the TV when her husband James walked in and slumped in the seat beside her.

Putting her arm around his shoulders, Allison asked, ‘Tough meeting, sweetheart?’

James nodded in response. ‘And as usual they ended up in that bloody seedy lap dancing club in town. I told them I didn’t want to go and they said I’m obviously under the thumb and not allowed to go. So of course I had to stay to show them they’re wrong. Then all they do is throw themselves all over those scrawny women. I might as well not even be there. And I wouldn’t care but those girls aren’t even attractive. Most of them are like a bag of bones. And all those guys have wives, but they’re totally forgotten about once we’re in there. I refuse to cheat on you. I love you. And even if I wanted to cheat – which I never would – it certainly wouldn’t be with some cheap, scrawny little tart in a dirty, seedy bar.’

Allison smiled and kissed him on the cheek. ‘But it wouldn’t be cheating. I’d understand if you wanted to watch the dancers for a while, I certainly wouldn’t be offended. It must be nice to look at someone with a nice figure for a change.’

James looked genuinely shocked. Allison was absolutely gorgeous, much more beautiful than those thin and unattractive women. He told her so, but she looked unconvinced.

She loved her husband dearly and knew he felt the same about her. And she was more than confident that he loved her voluptuous figure as much as anything else about her. But she couldn’t blame him if he was attracted to those dancers with their perfect bodies.

She found it hard to understand that despite James having such a dominant personality, he backed down so easily to pressure from the guys at work and really let them get to him. She knew he hadn’t been in the job for long and was trying hard to fit in, but she wished he would stand up to them for once.

She hugged him tight, kissed him passionately, then asked if he’d like to go to bed. His anger was soon forgotten once he got his hands on the beautiful body of the woman he loved. He caressed her curves and kissed every inch of her gorgeous body before making long, slow love to her.

Several weeks later James had another meeting. He’d warned Allison that he might be late, but said he would try to get out of going to the club. She thought that maybe he secretly enjoyed going and his protestations were just for her benefit, but she really didn’t mind.

James truly didn’t like the club but yet again found he was pressured into going with them. Once they arrived, all his colleagues went off to private rooms with the dancers, so he decided to go home and see if Allison was in the mood to cheer him up again.

He texted her to let her know he was on the way home, and said he’d call in the shop to get a bottle of wine. He was surprised when he received no reply from her, and there was still no reply when he phoned her. He was even more surprised to find the house in total darkness when he arrived home.

He opened the door, locked it behind him and started to fumble for the light switch. His wife’s voice cut through the darkness, telling him to sit down, she’d be with him shortly, but to leave the lights off.

Puzzled, he slowly made his way to the settee and sat down. Allison called out to him and asked how his day had been. He complained that the management committee meeting yet again ended up in the lap dancing bar and, as usual, he was totally bored. He said he couldn’t see the point of the meetings as they didn’t discuss much work at all, and he believed it was just an excuse to go into town, and to the lap dancing bar in particular.

Allison turned on the music then walked into the room. She already had a bottle of wine chilling, and she brought him a glass. She said she would join him in a minute. He wondered if his luck was in, and he believed it must be when she started to massage his shoulders. He quickly began to relax and forgot all about the guys back at the lap dancing bar and their failed attempts to yet again make him join in.

His massage stopped all too soon, and Allison walked across the room and used the dimmer switch to turn the lights on low.

She walked around to the front of the settee, and he was stunned to see his wife in the tiniest red dress he’d ever seen, with her ample breasts spilling out. She was obviously wearing a push-up bra and her breasts looked bigger than ever. The bra was at least a cup size too small and the sight of her ample assets made his cock harden.

He longed to stand up and kiss her, fondle those huge breasts that he loved, but something told him to stay where he was.

He looked open-mouthed at the tight dress that clung to her curves, showing off her well-rounded stomach. He absolutely loved this and wished she would wear tighter clothes more often as he thought she looked so sexy. The dress clung to her hips and he longed to run his hands over them. The dress was also indecently short, and he clearly saw her black panties as she turned her back to him. She walked across the room and it was then that he noticed the pole.

His cock was already hard from the second he saw her in that dress, but as she started to do the sexiest pole dance he’d ever seen, just for him, no room full of perverts to share this one with, his cock got painfully hard. She turned her back to him and slid down the pole, her dress riding up even higher and her buttocks pushing out of the tight black panties.

He absolutely adored her bottom. In his opinion it was definitely her best asset. He loved larger women, he always had. But his favourite part of a woman was her bottom, and the bigger the better. He hated to hear Allison complain about the size of her bum. He believed there was nothing sexier than two full, round bottom cheeks bouncing seductively as a lady walked. And the way his wife’s bottom wobbled around as she moved made him breathless with excitement.

He loved to spank her bottom playfully. He loved how the flesh rippled in response to his firm hand. He loved the softness of her bottom cheeks. It made him so horny lying beside her and fondling those buttocks, giving them the occasional gentle smack and watching them wobble. All these thoughts filled his head as he watched her bottom, and he longed to touch her.

Unable to stay still any longer, he put his glass of wine down and walked over to her. She’d just slid up the pole again, but her dress remained scrunched up above her panties. He squeezed her bottom cheeks, which were bulging out of the very tight panties. She slapped his hand away and told him to sit down, no touching was allowed. Before backing away, he gave her right buttock a smack and smiled as the flesh wobbled in response.

He reluctantly moved back to the settee and sat down, shifting uncomfortably as his cock formed a noticeable bulge in his pants, literally begging to be released.

He wondered if he should give himself some relief and started to unfasten his zip. Hearing the zipper over the sound of the soft music, his wife turned to him and took his hand.

‘I think someone would like a private dance in a private room.’ Smiling and kissing him softly, she gently fondled the bulge at the front of his pants, which seemed to grow even bigger as he gasped with a mixture of both pleasure and pain.

She led him by the hand up the stairs, wiggling her bottom as she walked. He couldn’t resist giving her another gentle smack, and he was almost tempted to push her down on the stairs and make love to her there and then.

When they reached the bedroom she kissed him passionately and started to remove his clothes. She knelt down in front of him, removing his boxer shorts, and his cock sprung free. She kissed it gently and ran her tongue along the length of it, then pushed him down onto the bed. His head was spinning and he desperately wanted to take her now, but she left the room and told him to wait.

A few minutes later the music started up again, this time coming from the stereo beside the bed. The room was in darkness but he could see the silhouette of his wife standing in the doorway. Using the dimmer switch she again turned the lights on halfway and started to dance in front of him. Now she was wearing a bright pink bra covered in sequins with long tassels hanging from the nipples. She was also wearing a sarong which matched the bra, with even longer tassels.

She started to do a belly dance and her breasts and tummy wobbled in time to the music. He was mesmerised by the sight of his beautiful wife and he moved forward to sit on the edge of the bed.

She moved her hips and the tassels on her sarong danced. Her breasts bounced and the tassels from her nipples spun round and round, almost hypnotically. He reached out to her and she took his hand, letting him pull her towards him. He put his hands on her bottom, enjoying the feel of her satin knickers and delighting in the feel of her large bottom cheeks. He squeezed them and ran his hands up her body. She still swayed in time to the music and her tassels brushed against him.

Allison’s hands reached between her breasts and unhooked the front fastener on her bra, letting her enormous breasts spring free. Wanting to show her what her dancing was doing to him, James took her hand and placed it on his hard cock. She smiled and kissed him, bringing his hands up to her breasts and encouraging him to play with them.

He squeezed her nipples then covered her breasts with kisses, gently pinching her nipples between his teeth, rolling them in his mouth and sucking until she gasped with pleasure.

Kneeling down between his legs, she started to wank him slowly. He was desperate for relief and begged her to go faster. But she slowed down and started to kiss the end of his cock, taking it into her mouth and sucking gently. When he was fit to burst, she stopped and moved away. She threw aside her bra and continued her dance, her breasts jiggling around as her hips swayed and the tassels on her sarong doing their own dance.

She cast aside the sarong and continued to dance in only her panties. James gazed at her huge breasts, the natural curve of her waist and the fullness of her hips and thighs. He watched her tummy wobble gently to the music and her breasts jiggle enticingly. He was more turned on than he’d ever been and he needed to take her now, but he didn’t want to spoil what had obviously been very well planned.

She turned her back to him and bent forward. She grasped her ankles and spread her legs, letting him see that her new panties were crotchless. He gasped and reached his hand out towards her. She moved away, turned to face him and slowed her dance down, caressing her body as she moved, pushing her breasts together and gasping with pleasure as her nipples hardened and swelled.

She moved her hands away and her breasts continued to sway, despite the slower pace of the dance, and when she turned her back to him and wiggled her bottom, her buttocks bounced seductively. He reached out to her again and simply said, ‘Please.’

His voice was filled with so much desperation that she relented. His wife was normally quite submissive and shy, so she shocked him by pushing him backwards onto the bed and straddling across him. She was so wet that his cock slipped easily inside, and she continued to tease him by sliding slowly up and down his shaft.

He grasped her hips and kneaded the soft flesh in his hands. He squeezed her buttocks and pulled her cheeks apart, pulling the flimsy material of her crotchless panties as much out of the way as he could. He reached around and slipped the end of his finger into her bottom, and she gasped loudly. She continued to ride him, trying desperately not to let his finger slip out. It was slightly awkward, though, and she again concentrated on giving him pleasure.

Leaning forward and letting her breasts brush across his face, she cried out with her own pleasure as he caught her nipple between his teeth and started to nibble gently, then sucked it not quite as gently. She tried desperately to seduce him for as long as possible but they were both frantic by now.

He rolled her on to her back, ripped off her panties and plunged his cock deep inside her. Within seconds his cock twitched and his body tensed as he had the best orgasm he could ever remember.

Rolling on to his back, he lay gasping for breath and sweating as he wondered if this was really happening to him or if he was about to wake up. His wife kissed him gently on the mouth and asked if he was OK.

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, running his hands up and down her body, enjoying the feel of her soft skin and delighting in her curves. ‘I love you, thank you so much.’ Realising he’d been selfish and not satisfied her, he rolled her on to her back and went down on her, flicking at her clit with his tongue and plunging his fingers deep inside her.

She was close to orgasm when she begged him to hold her. With one arm around her shoulders he held her close, kissing her passionately, as his other hand stayed at her pussy, fingers thrusting in and out of her then stopping to rub her clit. It didn’t take long for her to reach her own orgasm and, after she’d calmed down, she lay breathless in his arms, thanking him over and over again.

When they’d both got their breath back she asked if she was anywhere near as good as the dancers in the bar. Sitting up he looked at her, stunned. ‘You’re joking. They’re truly awful. You’re a million times better than they could ever be, and you’re so sexy. I’d rather watch you any day.’

Smiling, he promised to put a good word in for her with the management of the club if she ever fancied a part-time job.

Laughing and shaking her head, she told him this performance was for his eyes only, and that next time he was sitting in the club longing to go home, all he had to do was think about his own private dancer, and he never knew what might be waiting when he got back.