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Nikki's Vacation Fun:

After a year of saving up, months of planning and several weeks of
getting my business affairs in order, Nikki and I were finally off
on our first vacation since we got married four years ago. I
breathed a big sigh of relief as I backed the van out of the
driveway and headed down the street.

"We're off...finally. I thought we'd never make it the way things
have been these last couple of weeks," I said to my wife. 

"I'm glad for you, honey," Nikki replied. "You really need to get
away. You've been working far too hard. Besides it'll be nice to
get off by ourselves for a while too."

It's hard to take vacations when you're starting a small business.
Two years ago, after selling and installing computer systems for
someone else for five years, I took the big step and started my own
computer repair business. I had been doing this sort of work on the
side for two of my employer's large corporate accounts to earn some
extra cash and because my employer's own service department
couldn't handle the complex systems these accounts were using.

The repair work load finally expanded to a point where I was having
a hard time handling it by myself and our basement was full of
machines being repaired, machines I'd scrounged for parts and
equipment to do the repairs. I was faced with a big decision when
a friend who controlled another large account called to say he was
very displeased with the service he'd been getting from his current
repair service. He would give me the account if I'd hire an
additional repairman to back me up. 

Nikki and I talked it over and, with butterflies in my stomach, I
quit my job, rented some cheap space and put an ad in the paper for
an experienced computer repair technician. With Nikki's income as
a programming consultant we felt that we could get by for the first
few months as I absorbed the initial start-up costs.

Everything went according to plan except I had a terrible time
finding the right person to hire. Most of the younger techs that I
talked to had a real attitude problem. The older ones were very
opinionated at to which platforms and which operating systems were
great and which were "junk" or "crap" or some other four letter
expletive. Our customers used a variety of systems and I knew they
wouldn't take kindly to being told their systems "weren't worth
shit" as one guy said about a major computer brand.

One day after two very unsatisfying interviews, I got a call from
Nikki.

"Sweetheart, I just had an interesting call from my mother. I don't
really know how you might feel about this, but she told me that my
brother Bob wants to quit his job so he can continue his education
and he's looking for work. He wants something that has flexible
hours so he can work it around his class schedule, but there don't
seem to be many jobs like that around that pay more than minimum
wage. He can't afford tuition and living expenses on that."

Bob had been working for a large computer repair outfit and seemed
to be pretty good at it. He and I talked a lot about various
technical matters, and I'd even called him a time or two when I'd
been stumped by a problem. He was just the type of person I was
looking for.

"Hmmm. That's very interesting," I said pondering the news. "Do you
think he'd want to come help me?"

"That's the impression I got from Mom. She said he didn't want to
ask, but he's getting sort of desperate because classes start in
two weeks so he has to make a move now or wait for the next term."

I really needed to get someone on board soon, so I called Bob right
away and we struck a deal. Since I was concerned about cash flow
and Bob needed a place to stay when he came here for college, my
deal included converting my old basement electronics workshop into
living quarters. He told me to leave some of the workbenches in so
he could even work there at night if he needed to. We agreed on a
reasonable salary, but probably much less than I'd have to pay
anyone else with similar credentials. It was a good deal for both
of us.

The only draw back was that Nikki and I no longer had our home to
ourselves. Our getting away on vacation was all the more a thrill
for us because we missed our privacy. Nikki had to stop running
around the house in the nude, and I hadn't had sex with my wife on
the kitchen table for a long time. We used to do crazy things like
that before Bob was around.

Our vacation wasn't going to be anything very exotic. We really
couldn't afford that. We talked about going to New York City or
Chicago or even some of the other large midwestern cities, but we
abandoned those ideas when we found out the cost of nice places to
stay and eat. Yes, there were less expensive places that we could
have settled for, but we chose to wait until we had the money to do
those destinations right. Instead we decided to take a leisurely
drive around some of the small towns of eastern Iowa and western
Illinois and seeing some historic sights that we read about in our
guide books. Since we were both from small farm communities, we
thought we'd find this itinerary relaxing.

Our first day out was typical of what we had in mind for our week
away. We drove through a few small towns. In one we stopped and
took a walk in a pretty little park along a river that ran through
town. In the next we walked around the courthouse square and
browsed in the shops. We were amused to find no computer hardware
or software anywhere in sight. One sales clerk told us that the
Wal-Mart on the edge of town did have that sort of thing, but we'd
resolved not to have anything to do with computers during our
vacation.

We ate lunch at a small cafe on the square where it appeared many
of the locals ate as well. The people were very friendly, and since
I guess everybody in town knows everybody else, the first thing
they asked was where we were from. I noticed a few of the men in
the place eyeing Nikki, but I'm used to that. My wife is a very
pretty blonde with a robust figure. She was wearing short cut-off
jeans with a short-sleeved red bandana shirt that she had tied
above her waist. She had been sunbathing a lot this summer so she
had a nice tan and, although I doubt that anybody could really
tell, my wife had decided to be naughty for this trip and she
wasn't wearing a bra. In fact she hadn't even brought one along.

"It's not a vacation for you if you have to wear a necktie," she
reasoned, " and it's not a vacation for me if I have to wear a
bra."

Since I was not about to wear a necktie, I accepted her logic.

By late afternoon we had made our way into another small town. We
found the best looking of the two motels and took a room. Although
the furniture was pretty dated, the place was clean and for $18 per
night, we thought it was a real find. After we'd gotten checked in
and freshened up a bit, we went out to look around for a place to
have a beer and something to eat. On the way into town we'd passed
a large rambling place called "Harry's Bar" that appeared to be
well patronized. The parking lot was full of cars anyhow, so we
headed back there thinking it was the place in town to go.

As we opened the front door of the place, even before the odor of
stale cigarette smoke and spilled beer overwhelmed our senses, we
heard a booming voice say "Let's have a nice hand for Nancy." Then
we heard applause and a few cat calls. Nikki gave me a puzzled look
as we walked out of the small vestibule and into the main bar area.
At the same time we both realized that we'd just entered the local
strip joint. One completely nude gal was gathering her clothes from
guys around the runway while the other was getting her
paraphernalia set up.

My quick look at both of the women on stage told me they were very
pretty gals, but I was instantly very concerned thinking Nikki
would be very uncomfortable here. "I'm sorry," I said to her.
"Let's go find someplace else. OK?"

"I didn't see anyplace else," she replied. "Look, it's alright.
Let's have a beer anyhow. Then we can go find someplace to eat."

"You sure?" I asked doubtfully. "I don't want you to feel
embarrassed or uncomfortable."

"No, I'll be fine. I would never come in a place like this alone,
obviously, but I'm sort of curious. I've never been in a strip
joint before. I'd sorta like to see how they do it."

As Nikki and I made our way to an empty table along the side of the
room, I noticed that every man in the place was looking at Nikki.
The dancer who was about to start her routine had suddenly, but
temporarily, lost her audience. At this point of the evening Nikki
was the only woman in the audience. When I pointed out to Nikki
that she had everyone's attention, she giggled and said "that's
nice."

A waitress soon arrived at our table, but before she asked for our
drink order she asked Nikki "are you here for the contest?" Nikki
gave her a funny look. 

"What contest?" she asked.

"Oh, every Wednesday night we have an amateur contest," the
waitress replied. "There's a $100 prize for first place and it
starts at 9:00" she went on.

"No, we're just here for a drink actually," I answered for Nikki.
"Could you bring us each an Old Style?"

"Oh, sure," the waitress responded. "Coming right up."

"I'm sorry, honey," I said to Nikki as the waitress left. "I hope
you're not embarrassed. I had no idea what sort of place this is."

"I know that," Nikki replied. "It's sort of strange because every
place like this I've seen has something like 'Girls, Girls, Girls"
or 'Nude dancers' on a big neon sign out front. This place seems to
keep what goes on inside almost a secret."

The waitress quickly returned with our beers and collected $3.00
which I thought was extremely cheap for a place like this. Before
she left, Nikki said "what do the contestants have to do in your
contest?" I was very surprised by my wife's interest in the
subject.

"Well, darlin', they just take off their clothes, just like that
dancer that's up there right now. Then when everybody's through,
the audience votes for a winner. She gets the $100. Actually it's
pretty good pay for a few minutes work if you win, but you couldn't
get me up there for any amount of money. No sir."

"Planning to enter?" I said jokingly to my wife when the waitress
was gone.

"Well, a hundred dollars is a hundred dollars. Like she just said,
that's pretty good pay for a few minutes work." Nikki wasn't
laughing or even smiling as she made that remark and I wondered if
she might be serious about it.

"Would you be upset if I did something like that?" she asked.

I figured that my wife was kidding and maybe needling me a little
for having brought her to a place like this so I gave her a flip
response. "Nah, if you want to get up and take your clothes off in
front of this room full of men, go right ahead. I do know one
thing," I said seriously, "if you did it, you'd win. No doubt about
that."

Nikki didn't say anything more for a bit, but she drank her beer
and watched intently as two dancers went through their routines.
Since she was watching, I figured I could watch too, and by the
time the second dancer was done parading up and down the runway
with nothing on, I felt my cock getting pretty hard. The next
dancer was preparing to start, and I was already imagining what
she'd look like naked, when Nikki regained my attention.

"Hell, I can do a better job than that," she said quietly but very
firmly. "If the amateurs aren't any better than these pros I've got
the hundred in the bank."

My wife's remark startled me. "Does that mean you're going to
enter?" I asked.

"I'm thinking about it. Didn't she say the contest started at
9:00?"

"As I recall, yes," I replied.

"Let's go get something to eat and some fresh air and then come
back here later. OK?" 

We found a place in town to eat and as we were having our
hamburgers, I asked Nikki if she was really serious about entering
the contest.

"I'm not sure," she replied. "Were you serious when you said you
didn't mind?"

"Ya, I guess so, although I really didn't take it as a serious
question. Is it the hundred dollars? Is that it?"

"No, not really, although that would be nice to have for our
vacation. You see, Al, I guess I've never mentioned this before,
but I've always had this fantasy about stripping in front of a room
full of men. Weird, huh? I almost did it once in college on a dare,
but my boyfriend got upset and wouldn't let me. This seems like the
perfect place to do it. No one around knows us, so there won't be
any repercussions...and who knows, I might just win the money."

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed. Here was my wife that I thought I knew
pretty well, telling me something wilder than I'd even imagined. I
didn't know what else to say.

"Does that offend you? If so I'm sorry," Nikki said as she put her
hand on my arm. "Let's forget all about it and head back to the
motel."

"No, sweetheart, I can't say it upsets me. It sure does surprise me
though. It also excites me, I guess. Anyhow, I've just gotten very
hard just listening to you talk about it. Let's go back to Harry's
and see how you feel when we get there."

As we walked back into Harry' Bar, the waitress saw us and came
directly over. "So are you entering the contest?" she asked. 

I was about to say we were thinking about it when Nikki said "yes.
How many other contestants are there?"

"Four so far counting you, hon'" she replied. "And just between you
and me" she whispered, "you're a cinch if you're any good at all at
dancin'. I've seen the others before and they're no great shakes.
Hell, if I got up there I could probably beat them."

It was hard to find an empty table because the place was filling up
fast. When we did sit down, Nikki noticed the look of surprise that
I still had on my face. "You're not changing your mind on me now,
are you?" she asked.

"No. Not at all. I'm just surprised that you're really going
through with it."

The contest started pretty much on time and Nikki watched carefully
to see what her competition did on stage. I watched intently too,
but I was watching just because I like to see women take their
clothes off. The first contestant went through the motions but
lacked any enthusiasm. She looked like she had done this many times
before and was just anxious to get done with it.

"Not a very good act," I said when the first one finished.

"Why do you say that?" Nikki asked. "She is pretty and she moved
real nice."

"There's only one thing I can tell you about what men like at a
show like this," I confessed. "We want the women to look like
they're enjoying taking their clothes off for us. We each want to
think she's interested in us personally. She looked very mechanical
and disinterested."

"That's interesting," Nikki said as the second contestant took the
stage. This one was much more animated than the first. She was a
little pudgy, but she seemed to enjoy teasing the guys and the guys
responded accordingly. I suspected that she was a local gal that
did this often and really got off on it.

"Much better," I said when she was finished. "Not great but a lot
more personality."

Dancer number three clutched and left stage without removing her
panties. The crowd began chanting "skin to win". The chant turned
to boos and hisses when she grabbed her clothes and ran from the
stage.

"Our next contestant is Rhonda," the MC announced. This was the
name that Nikki chose to use just to be sure she wasn't recognized
by someone who'd wandered this far from home. "Let's give Rhonda a
nice warm welcome. This is her first time here at Harry's."

I gave Nikki a kiss and a pat on the ass as she sashayed up to the
stage. The crowd was very enthusiastic in their reception. She was
the only contestant who they hadn't seen before, except for the one
who got cold feet.

I felt my heart in my throat as my wife loosened the knot on her
shirt and began to unbutton it. I knew that her bare breasts would
soon be on display, but the crowd went wild when they realized
Nikki wasn't wearing a bra. Nikki's lack of tan lines was
immediately apparent. She sunbathed topless in our enclosed patio
so her breasts were a warm tan tipped with dark pink nipples. Her
nipples stood out proudly telling the audience that Nikki was
getting excited.

Nikki opted not to throw her shirt out into the audience as the
first dancer had done. She told me later that she was afraid she
might not get it back and would have to leave the place topless. I
thought that would have only added to the excitement, but I guess
it was the prudent thing to do.

In a minute or two Nikki began to tug at the zipper on her cut-
offs. After she'd teased us for a bit, she turned her back to us
and stuck out her ass as she slowly worked her shorts down over her
buns. The entire crowd including me roared in excitement when we
realized that a bra wasn't the only thing that my wife hadn't worn
today. She wasn't wearing any panties either. When she'd slid the
cut-offs down to her thighs she let them fall to the floor and
stood in place slowly rocking her weight from one foot to the
other. Her perfectly shaped cheeks rolled from side to side as the
audience cheered. Then she took a step back toward us, slid her
feet far apart and bent as far over as she could to pick up her
cut-offs. Everyone in view got a fantastic open view of my wife's
wet pink slit framed in brown fur. Again the crowd erupted. Nikki
was a big hit.

Nikki completed her show by striking various poses that made it
possible for every man in the room to get a good view of her
delicious pussy. As her finale she bent over again facing the back
of the stage and repeated her previous pose bending over. She ran
her finger tips up the insides of her thighs and finished by
rubbing her fingers through her dripping slit. Finally she turned
around to face the audience as she licked off her fingers and blew
us a kiss. No one needed a vote to know she'd just picked up the
hundred bucks.

The MC called for the vote even before Nikki had a chance to put
any of her clothes back on so she was still nude when the MC held
his hand over her head and asked for applause. My otherwise
reserved wife rubbed her left breast with her right hand while she
reached down and stuck the fingers of her left hand into her cunt.
I suspect that what she did was illegal but no one there was about
to object and she was declared the winner. Nikki grabbed her
clothes and ran back stage.

In a couple of minutes I saw her trying to make her way back to our
table. She was having a hard time getting through the crowd and as
I watched I realized why. The men were all grabbing feels of her
along the way. Some grabbed her breasts, even reaching under her
shirt. Others were trying to get their fingers inside her cut-offs.
One of them succeeded and I saw a look of pleasure on my wife's
face as he either rubbed her clit or got his fingers into her
opening. She paused for a moment to savor his touch.

"That was some show," I said as Nikki struggled the last few feet
to where I was standing.

"Thanks. I can't believe I actually went through with it. Was I
really trashy?" she asked. "I tried to be."

"You were," I confirmed."The crowd and I loved every minute of it.
Did you get the money?"

"Not yet. I have to go back to the office. The boss keeps it in
there, I guess. I'll be right back...that is if the crowd will let
me."

I laughed as I watched my sexy prize-winning wife head off for the
office. I kept my eyes on her until I saw her go in and close the
door. Then I foolishly heaved a sigh of relief thinking that her
ordeal was over. When she hadn't come back out in ten minutes I
began to get concerned, but the crowd had quieted back down and the
regular strippers were about to come back on stage, so I ordered
another beer and turned my attention back to the show.

Dawn, the first dancer was a very pretty gal who really had a
clever act and looked like she was enjoying herself. I was so
captivated by her that I momentarily forgot my concern for Nikki.
During Dawn's act she tossed her g-string my way, so I waited
excitedly for her to come to retrieve it. As I waited I noticed
that the other men who'd caught parts of her costume were getting
a feel of her bare breasts and a passionate kiss when they returned
their booty. I waited impatiently for her to make her way back to
me and followed the lead of the others by caressing her breasts for
a few seconds before she gave me my kiss.

"Hey, mister, just what do you think you're doing?" a voice called
from behind me. I turned to see my wife watching as I handed back
Dawn's g-string.

"Darn, you caught me," I laughed as a sense of relief passed over
me. "Where have you been for so long? I was getting very worried
about you?"

"Yeah, I saw how worried you were," Nikki said in mock disgust.
"Let's get out of here. I'll tell you about it in the car."

"So what happened?" I asked as we drove away from Harry's.

"Well, first Harry offered me a contract. He really wanted me to
stay and dance professionaly here. When I told him we were just
passing through and I couldn't do that, he made me another offer
and I hope you're not upset by it."

"What was that?" I said as I felt a lump in my stomach.

"He offered to triple my winnings if I'd have sex with him."

"Oh my gawd! And you did it, didn't you?" I said in astonishment.

"Yes, I did. I hope you're not angry. Now that I've had some time
to think about it, I know I shouldn't have done it. I mean that's
no way for a married woman to act, and that's no way for him to
operate. But when he first made his offer I was really turned on.
That dance got me hornier than I remember being in a long, long
time. You saw me let those men grope me. I can't imagine myself
letting that happen. Then when I got in the office and he made his
offer...and pulled a big hard dick out of his pants...I went nuts.
I'm sorry, sweetheart...very sorry."

I didn't acknowledge Nikki's apology. I was too busy trying to
absorb the significance of what had just happened. This morning we
left for a nice quiet vacation. Tonight I'm heading back to our
motel with a wife who's just stripped naked and done very
explicitly erotic things in front of dozens of strangers before
going into another strangers office and fucking him.

"This has the makings of a very interesting vacation," I said as I
leaned over and kissed my wife. "I wonder what other unexpected
incidents lie ahead."

For the next few days Nikki and I did the more normal things
vacationers do. We drove from town to town seeing the sights,
eating, sleeping and generally relaxing. Our wild night at Harry's
Bar was never far from our minds, however. As I drove, visions of
Nikki flashing her cunt to her captivated audience or getting her
cunt filled with Harry's "magnificent cock" kept popping into my
head. No matter what we did during the day, in the evening, we
always ended up talking about it. We ended each day with a
passionate and satisfying fuck.

On our last night out, we ended up in a motel room on the first
floor. The room had a large window which looked out over a
courtyard and the swimming pool. As Nikki undressed for bed, I
noticed that the drapes were not closed tightly. That gave me an
idea.

"Do you still like the idea of undressing in front of strange men?"
I asked.

"Yes, I sure do. Why?" my wife asked.

"Well, I don't think you've noticed but the drapes aren't closed
completely. You may have already been seen by people passing by,
but I was thinking of going into the motel bar and telling the men
there that there is a very sexy woman walking around her room nude
and with her drapes partly open.

"Al, sweetheart, I was the one who left the drapes open, but if you
want to get an audience for me, I'd love it. Maybe I could get
dressed again and do a strip-tease for them."

"That sounds terrific. You'd better get ready, because I'm on my
way. I'll cough loudly when we're outside. That's you cue to start
the show."

I went to the motel bar and found nearly a dozen men there.

"Hey guys," I yelled excitedly as I burst through the door. "There
is some real sexy babe undressing in one of the rooms, and her
drapes aren't completely closed." I got their attention real fast.

"Where? I gotta see this!" the first retorted.

"Yeah, take us to her," called another.

"Ah, I'll bet she's gone by now," whined a third.

"Well, anyone who wants to see the show, follow me," I called as I
walked out the door. 

As the group gathered outside our room, I counted eleven men
including the bartender who'd left his post to see my wife undress.
The first of them peeked in the window as I coughed loudly.

"Hey, bud, be quiet," one of them said. "You'll spoil the show."

I knew my wife wasn't about to close the drapes. In fact while I
was gone, she'd opened them even further. There was now an opening
of nearly two feet. Nikki stood right in front of the window and
began to undress. She'd put on a red plaid blouse and a blue full
skirt. It was another of my favorite outfits. At first she played
with the buttons on her blouse before unbuttoning it completely.
She left in on, however, as she started to tease us by lifting her
skirt until it almost showed something. Then she dropped it again. 

As she continued her tease, the men realized that Nikki knew we
were there. Since only a few of us could see in the room at any one
time, one of the bolder or drunker guys tapped on the window.

"Hey, babe. Open the drape some more," he shouted. Several of the
others thought the show would end immediately. I wasn't sure how my
wife would react, but we were all delighted when she found the draw
cord and pulled the drapes completely open. The light from the room
now made our faces visible to her so she walked from one end of the
window to the other, blowing kisses to each of us.

"Wow, who is this babe?" the bartender asked.

"Yeah, man. She is hot," another agreed.

"Man, I'd give anything for some of that," muttered someone else.
Nikki, my sexy wife, was a big hit again, and she hadn't even taken
anything off yet. 

Finally, Nikki pulled her blouse open far enough for us to see her
tits. The men cheered their approval. I was a little concerned
about the noise thinking someone might call security. I caught
Nikki's attention and gave her a signal to hurry things up. She
threw the blouse across the room and began playing with her skirt
again. This time she lifted it high enough to show that she wasn't
wearing any panties for this show either. Again a roar of approval
from her audience. I was starting to get real nervous.

Nikki must have sensed the urgency of the situation because she
quickly discarded her skirt and pranced around the room completely
nude. The men insisted in expressing their delight in spite of my
admonitions to keep the noise down. 

Nikki's finale left every cock out there as hard as a rock. She
climbed onto the bed and rolled around a bit before laying down
with her feet toward us. As she slowly spread her feet, she began
to lift them in the air. As she did so, her pussy became more and
more visible. When her legs formed a "V", she paused and then ran
her fingers down her thighs until she reached her wide open cunt.
She played with herself for a few seconds before licking her
fingers. 

I heard voices approaching just as Nikki was blowing us a final
kiss. I signalled her to close the drapes. She did just as a
security guard and the manager walked up. Our group disbursed
without incident. Even the bartender was able to get back to his
post without being seen. The only remaining evidence of my wife's
blazen display were eleven hard cocks.

Before I went back to our room, I stopped back at the bar. I wasn't
going to let this erotic experience end so quickly. I thought the
bartender looked like the type Nikki would enjoy.

"How'd you like the show?" I asked as I took a seat at the bar.

"Jeez, man, that was terrific. Do you know that woman?" he asked
sounding rather envious.

"Sure do. She's my wife." I answered proudly.

"You're kidding!" 

"Nope. That's the missus. Every inch of her, in fact."

"You're one lucky guy," he went on. "I'd sure love to have
something like that waiting in bed for me."

"Would you like to see her closer up, and maybe get a sample of
just how sexy she is in person?" I asked.

"Hell, who wouldn't?" he answered.

"How soon do you close?" I asked.

"I can close whenever I want. The other guys in here are mostly my
buddies anyhow. Why?"

"Why don't you and a couple of your buddies come by our room in
half an hour or so. Bring along some beer and maybe a bottle of
champagne. Maybe we can persuade my wife to do another show for
you...something a little more personal even."

"You serious man?" he asked doubtfully. 

"Sure am," I answered. "We'll see you in room 111 in half an hour."

I practically ran back to our room.

"Where have you been?" Nikki asked. "I was afraid you guys got in
trouble. Is everything all right?"

"Sweetheart, it's more than all right. It's fantastic. Your show
was a big, big hit."

"I'm glad you liked it," my wife replied. "Did the other guys like
it too?"

"They liked it so much some of them are coming by in a few minutes
for a closer look," I said. I hoped that Nikki would be excited by
the idea, but I wasn't at all sure. This part was something we
hadn't talked about. I just figured that since she'd let Harry get
in her pants, she was open to the idea with these other guys. I
knew the very thought of her doing it with them had already made me
very hard.

"What do you mean by a closer look,'" Nikki asked.

"Well, the light wasn't very good from out there and the glass was
sort of in the way, so they hoped they could see better if they
were in here. We wouldn't have to worry about security either. Is
that OK?"

"I don't know," she said. "It sounds sort of fishy to me. I'll
see."

I was a little worried that Nikki didn't like the idea. I did
notice, however, that she didn't bother to put on any clothes even
though she knew we were about to have guests.

The bartender and his two friends arrived five minutes early. When
we heard the knock at the door I thought Nikki might take that as
her cue to put on a robe or go into the bathroom, but she didn't.

When Nikki showed no signs of covering herself for our guests, I
asked if she wanted to open the door. She didn't bother to answer,
but walked over and threw the door open. "Hi fellas. Come on in,"
she welcomed them.

I watched as three jaws dropped open. I guess none of them were
used to being greeted at the door by a beautiful naked woman.

"You guys have sort of met my wife, Nikki," I said in greeting.

"Hi Nikki. I'm Todd," said the bartender.

"I'm Jim," said one friend.

"And I'm Ben," said the other.

"Well, I'm naked and I'm horny," my wife said. "Todd, would you
mind pouring me a glass of that champagne."

It was my jaw's turn to drop as I listened to my wife's bold
acceptance of what she must have realized I wanted to happen.

Todd uncorked the bottle and handed Nikki a glass of champagne. She
took it and laid back on the bed in a very seductive pose. Her legs
were pointed toward the three men with her thighs parted just
enough to give a partial view of her pussy. She lifted the glass to
her lips and took a small sip. Then she spread her thighs further
so that the entire length of her slit was visible. She held the
glass over her pussy and poured a small stream down onto her cunt.

"Would any of you men like a taste?" she asked.

The three men stepped forward at once but Jim was the quickest and
I watched as his tongue dipped into my wife's champagne flavored
slit. I nearly came from the sensation.

Todd didn't want to be left out so he stripped and climbed onto the
bed. His cock was sticking straight out and looked to be about
seven inches long. He took Nikki's champagne glass and poured a bit
of its contents onto his pole.

"Would you like a taste of mine?" he asked. Nikki quickly began
licking the head of Todd's tool. I watched closely as she circled
it with her tongue. The sight of my wife getting and giving head
was an erotic experience unlike any other I've known. Nikki sucked
Todd's cock into her mouth as Jim increased the intensity of his
licking her pussy.

"Come on Ben," I said. "Let's not be left out." I poured some
champagne on each of Nikki's breasts and pointed at one as an
invitation to Ben. He had already undressed anticipating being part
of the action so he climbed onto the bed and began to run his
tongue in a circle around Nikki's left nipple while I did the same
to her right. I could hear Nikki beginning to moan softly.

I think Nikki was too engrossed in sucking Todd's cock and enjoying
the sensations caused by so many tongues on her body to notice when
Jim stopped eating her and moved up over her nude body. I saw him
and watched carefully as he placed his cock at the entrance of her
vagina. He lunged forward and my wife was instantly impaled on his
erect dick. Nikki and I gasped simultaneously at the sensation of
his penetration. 

I was so excited by the sight of another man fucking Nikki that I
couldn't breathe for a few seconds. I sat back and stared at the
juncture of Jim's cock and my wife's wet cunt. Slowly Jim began
moving. As he increased the tempo Nikki let Todd's cock fall from
her mouth while she concentrated on the pleasure of her loins. Her
soft moans increased in intensity and volume as Jim's cock pistoned
faster and faster into her. 

Suddenly Nikki threw her head back. "Aaaghhhh," she shrieked.

Jim didn't break stride as he worked toward his own orgasm. Just as
Nikki began to respond again to his thrusts, he came. I had just
seem my wife take a load of another man's cum. The two of them laid
motionless for a few seconds before Nikki returned her attention to
Todd's still raging tool. She sucked him vigorously until Jim had
moved out of position.

I looked at Nikki's pussy when Jim withdrew and saw a stream of his
cum running out of her. It was incredible. That's the only the word
I know that comes close to describing it. I continued to stare at
my wife's recently fucked cunt until my view was blocked by Todd as
he moved into position to take his turn. While I watched Nikki was
penetrated by another cock. Ben moved up by Nikki's head and placed
his hard prick in her mouth. She immediately began to suck on it
while Todd started ramming into her. Todd didn't begin slowly like
Jim had done...perhaps because Nikki was full of cum and very
slippery. Instead he put the pedal to the metal and gave my wife
every ounce of his energy like he was running a hundred yard dash. 

Nikki backed away from Ben's cock. "Just a minute," she said to
Todd. Then she pulled away from him and let his cock fall out of
her. I watched as a glob of Jim's cum came out with it. Nikki
turned over onto her hands and knees and said "now fuck me, Todd.
Fuck me hard." As soon as Todd reentered her, Nikki reached back
and began to rub her clit. In her new position and with her own
assistance Nikki came quickly and Todd came seconds later. Then she
fell forward onto the bed with Todd on top of her.

Nikki recovered quickly and Todd crawled away and sat down on the
floor as he continued to recover. "Ben, baby, it's your turn. Let's
see what you've got," she said. "Lie down here and let me get on
top this time."

In one motion, Ben was prone on the bed with his pole waving in the
air. My wife climbed up over him and looked back at me as she
positioned herself over him. Slowly she settled down onto Ben's
cock. As she did, she blew me a kiss and whispered "I love you." Of
all the positions she'd been in this one was the best for me. I had
a perfect view of Ben's cock as it moved in and out of my wife's
cunt. She bounced up and down slowly at first. I saw Ben reach up
and begin to knead Nikki's breasts with his hands. She increased
the tempo of her movement before settling down onto Ben's tool and
rocking her pelvis back and forth. Ben began rotating his hips to
match Nikki's movements.

Both of them began making moaning sounds indicating that success
was close at hand. The intensity of their noises grew steadily
until I heard a duet of passion when they both went over the top.
Both of their bodies were rigid for a few seconds. Then Nikki
collapsed on Ben's chest. They stayed that was for several minutes.
I was too mesmerized by the sight of Ben's cock still implanted in
my wife's cunt to do or say anything. As I watched his cock slowly
shrank and finally the tip of it appeared followed by a flood of
cum. It was no wonder why so much white fluid escaped Nikki's
opening. She had three loads in there...three big loads based on
how they felt when they blasted into her, so she told me later.

When Nikki recovered enough to move, her three lovers gathered up
their scattered apparel from around the room and began to get
dressed. Nikki sat up on the bed looking like a tired but satisfied
woman. When they headed toward the door, Nikki held out her arms to
them. They each got a passionate "thank you" kiss. She stroked each
of their cocks through their pants and said "thanks for sharing
these with me. You are all wonderful lovers. I had a marvelous
time."

When our guests had left Nikki suddenly seemed very pensive. "Are
you upset with me for acting that way?" finally asked.

"Sweetheart, how could I be upset when I set it all up. My only
complaint is that I haven't had my turn yet."

"Well, that's easy to fix," she said as the laid back down and held
her arms outstretched inviting me to take her.

"I have to have some champagne first," I said as I picked up the
bottle. I poured champagne on Nikki's cum filled cunt as she
watched in dismay.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm going to have my taste now," I replied.

"You can't do that," she answered. "That's a mess. At least it sure
feels like a mess."

"Well, it looks like a mess too," I assured her with a laugh.
"Here, would you like to see it?" I continued as I reached for her
mirror lying on the dresser. I held in for her so she could see her
cum matted and cum filled pussy.

"It looks like my wife has been busy, doesn't it?" 

"That looks pretty slutty, if you ask me," she replied as she
pushed the mirror aside.

"Yes, that's a good word for it," I agreed. "How does it feel to
have three loads of cum in you? It sure was fun to watch them being
put there."

"Did you really enjoy that?" Nikki asked. "It was a lot of fun for
me. I've never come so many times or had so much attention, but I
don't see what was in it for you."

"I loved it!" I said emphatically. "I can't explain why
though...but enough said. I think it's a husband's solemn duty to
clean up his wife after she's been a slut." I dove between Nikki's
thighs and began eating her. I didn't know what to expect with the
combination of the champagne, cum from three different men and
Nikki's own juices, but I found the taste and sensation
indescribably terrific. Nikki protested and tried to move away, but
when I wouldn't stop she soon acquiesced and let herself enjoy my
efforts. "You know, sweetheart, I love having my pussy eaten, and
you do it so well. You're much better at it than Jim."

After I got as much of the cum out of her as I could, I finally
took my turn fucking my wife. We fell asleep as soon as we both
came. I was still lying on top of her, I think.

The next morning we had to get packed and on the road early because
we still had a good day's drive ahead. Nikki seemed somewhat
distant while we packed and had breakfast although she did assure
me that she felt fine. We exchanged a kiss and "I love you"s, but
I knew my wife's mind was elsewhere.

When we got on the road I decided that it would be best to clear
the air, if there was a problem about last night. I didn't want us
to return from vacation with any bad feelings.

"So how do you feel about last night?" I asked figuring I might as
well be direct about it.

"I don't really know," Nikki replied. "How do you feel?"

"To be honest, I loved it," I said, "but it's more important how
you feel?"

"Why's that?" she asked. "You were the one whose wife cheated on
you...and for the second time on this trip."

"Is that how you'd describe it?" I asked.

"It's not a matter of how I'd describe it," she replied. "That's
just what it was. I had sex with four other men. That's cheating."

"Did you enjoy the sex?" I asked as I tried to change our approach
to the issue.

"Oh, yes. I enjoyed it a lot. I'm sure that was pretty obvious, at
least last night when you saw me doing it. You see, I guess that's
what's really got me confused," Nikki confessed.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I feel guilty about what I did, but I enjoyed doing it so
much...and have this strange desire to do it again sometime."

"If what you did is OK with me, what have you got to feel guilty
about?" I asked. "You know, I really enjoyed it too. I enjoyed last
night especially when I got to see those three guys doing it with
you. The feeling I got when I saw each of their cocks enter you was
unbelievable...and unexplainable, I guess."

"That sounds really strange to me, I must admit, but if you say you
really liked it, I'll take your word for it. I guess it doesn't
really matter much now anyhow. Tomorrow it's back to the world of
computers and other mundane things. We'll even have to start being
careful about having sex again because of Bob," Nikki lamented.

"True," I replied, "but there's always our next vacation. With your
three hundred dollar prize money, maybe next year we can go to St.
Louis."

"Hmmm, that sounds like fun. I wonder if they have any amateur
contests there."

"I sure hope so," I replied. My cock started getting hard at the
thought.
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