My wife, Anna, stood on the balcony, the backdrop of sea and sand shimmering in the afternoon sunshine. Although it should have been her feeling nervous, or at least a little anxious, she still managed to throw me a reassuring smile.
Beside me stood Mary, Anna’s closest friend. A little overweight but with a pretty face and a winning personality, she was certainly no less interested in sex than Anna heself. In fact obsessed would have been a more accurate way of stating it, but today Mary was here to support her friend in her latest venture.
I pointed the camera at Anna and clicked off several shots. Her thigh length little black dress billowed as the warm breeze wafted about her and the mousy coloured strands of her hair gently fanned out and partially covered a heart shaped face. It would be the last photograph taken of her that day in which she was fully clothed!
“There’s still time to change your mind.” I said as we studied the picture as it appeared instantly on the digital camera. “I could just send them all home.”
Anna looked thoughtful for a moment. “No. I’m a bit apprehensive but this is something that I’ve dreamed about for so long. There’s no way I’m going to back out now.
“Right!” Mary chimed in.
Anna laughed and kissed her friend on the cheek.
“You just remember that you’re just here for Mike’s benefit. I know you’re a horny little bitch but the rest belong to me!”
The rest.
The images floated through my head. But the images were people – men – and six in all to be completely accurate. And at this point they were all sitting in our lounge in various shapes and sizes sipping cold beer and waiting. Waiting for my wife.
Anna and Mary both looked up at me expectantly.
“I guess it’s time then.” I said simply
“Yes,” Anna replied, “it’s time.”
The atmosphere in the lounge was thick with sexual energy. All the men knew why they were there and were clearly keen to get started. You could almost taste the energy and anticipation as it hung in the air.
I looked over at Anna for final confirmation that she wanted to go ahead. If we started now there would be no going back. She smiled and me and nodded her head once; a simple gesture that indicated her readiness. I watched her take a deep breath as I put some music on the CD player and then start a slow strip-tease dance.
As my wife began to undulate her body around the floor, under the intense scrutiny of so many eyes, Mary looped her arm through mine and pulled me close.
“She’s really good isn’t she?” She whispered in my ear.
I nodded. My throat was dry and my lips parched.
Anna was beginning to lose herself in the music as well as losing her clothes. Maybe it was the three shots of vodka she’d downed in twenty minutes that fortified her, or maybe just the all consuming need to complete her life-long dream – I’m not sure – but as she slowly lowered the zipper at the back of her dress and let the garment fall to the ground, I knew that I was becoming as aroused as she clearly was.
The firmly toned muscles in her thighs were well defined as she continued to gyrate in nothing but her underwear and the pair of black satin boots that she had bought earlier. Her hands began to roam her body and I could see the excitement clear on her face.
And then, suddenly the bra was gone. I must have turned away for a second because I didn’t see her unclasp it. But it was off now and, in true professional stripper form, was being thrown to the audience.
Anna’s hands went back to her body, now cupping and squeezing her smallish breasts and encouraging the nipples into firm points. Down and down her fingers travelled until they were at her panties. Then, with a flourish and amidst many cheers and applause, these flimsy items of underwear joined the rest of her clothes, as they lay strewn on the floor.
