Anger Made My Wife a Slut Ch. 20

I slipped my shoes off and undid the two buttons on my overcoat and shrugged it off. In order to get to the table where my 'uniform' was I had to squeeze between Darby and Dave. A pair of white stockings were on top of the pile so I grabbed them and sat on a chair. I took my time pulling the first one over my foot and then lifted my leg and slowly rolled it up over my knee and up my thigh making sure that my legs were parted just enough to give the guys a view of my pussy. I repeated the procedure with the other stocking but this time I kept my eyes on the guys faces. It was obvious that they were getting excited and each time I made eye contact with one of them they looked away in embarrassment. Even though I was the only naked one I realised that, in this moment, I was in control. When the second stocking was on properly, I continued up my leg with my hand and brushed it across my pussy. I watched all three guys eyes follow my hand and stay focussed on my slit until I stood up. The tiny panties were next so I picked them up and bent to put them on. I knew that when I bent over Marcus would have a great view of my pussy from behind. I pulled them up and adjusted them. Next was my short skirt. Every time I bent over or turned the guys would be focussing on my boobs. I tucked my boobs into the half-cup bra and then put the white blouse on. With my heels on I was ready for anything.

"Ready?" Asked Darby.

"Yep." I smiled.

"I think we're a bit early. Wait here while I go and see if the others are here yet." Darby was speaking to Dave and I couldn't help but wonder if there were going to be other girls involved.

I raised one eyebrow and said "Others?"

"Yes. Darby's squadron commanders also bring a female. There should be four or five other ladies here too." Marcus explained.

"And how many guys?" I asked.

"Usually somewhere between one twenty-five and one fifty. One year we had over two hundred but these last few years attendance has dropped a little. Should still be enough to keep you busy."

I was a little offended by his statement but I knew that I would have been disappointed if it were fewer.

"When do we start?" I asked.

"Dinner usually starts at eight so you'll be busy around seven."

"Busy doing what?" I asked.

"At seven we'll go out into the ballroom and you ladies will strip for the guys. When all of you are naked and you have entertained the guys, you will help the waiters serve drinks and then dinner. After that your time is your own."

"Waiters? I thought you'd prefer waitresses?"

"It's a tradition for us. At our reunions the officers are waiters. When dinner is over there are no ranks. We are all just guys enjoying our camaraderie." Darby replied.

"And you are one of the waiters?"

"Of course. I still look after my guys." He answered proudly.

I looked up at the clock. I was just after 6 pm. I realised that I was getting impatient.

"Can I get something to eat before we start." I asked.

"Sure, I'll see if the kitchen can whip you up something quick." Dave was always eager to please. He returned ten minutes later with a roasted chicken breast and kale salad.

I took my time eating and just as I finished four other women came in. Their outfits looked more glamorous than mine but I wasn't concerned. I knew how to strip.

"Ready girls?" Darby asked. "Ok, follow me."

I watched the clock tick over to 7 pm and at that moment heard the music start.

Dave opened a door and we went out into the hotel's ballroom. Darby led us out in single file and we were paraded around the room. I took the time to look at my surroundings and the guys who I knew would be screwing me silly before long.

I noticed that scattered among the tables were five platforms with steps leading up to them. I was desperately keen to get started. As we approached the back of the room Darby held his hand out to the first girl in line and helped her up the steps onto one of the platforms. One by one the girls were helped up onto a platform and then I was the only left. Darby helped me up onto a platform near the front of the room and, for the first time, I noticed that the music wasn't something pre-recorded but there was a live band up on stage. I had never stripped to live music before and for some reason I found it a little intimidating. The fact that they were playing old style burlesque music didn't help either.

Now that we were all up on our platforms, the drummer started with a slow beat on his bass drum. The audience started to clap in time. I knew that the fun was about to begin and so I started walking slowly around on my platform. A quiet drum roll and the slow sexy sound of a saxophone signalled the start of David Rose' "The Stripper".

I started with the buttons on my blouse and slipped off of my shoulders. I didn't let it drop immediately but squeezed my arms against my boobs to accentuate them. Then I just let the blouse fall away. I was busy looking at the reaction from the audience and I hadn't realised that, when I squeezed my boobs together, they had popped out of my little half cup bra. When I looked down and saw them bouncing free, I couldn't help but laugh and undo the hook and take the bra off. That done, I twirled the bra over my head and then let it go. It was caught by a guy sitting at a nearby table and his friends all cheered. He got a laugh when he tried to wear the bra on his head like a hat.

It wasn't how I had planned to strip but here I was, topless. I had a quick look at the other girls and noticed that they had only taken off their tops so far. I danced around shaking my boobs for the guys and then slipped my thumbs into the waistband of my skirt. I eased it down over my bum and then put my hands over my head and wriggled sexily around the platform. I found that dancing to live music was easier than I thought it would be. Perhaps I needed to give the musicians credit for their craft.

My skirt slipped down my legs and I stepped out of it. I flicked it up in the air with my foot and watched it land on the nearest table. All I had left was my heels, panties and stockings. I strolled around the platform for a minute or so and then bent to slip the heels off. The next few minutes was spent dancing around shaking my tits and then squeezing them and playing with my nipples. Then I simply stopped and put my hands on my hips.

This was it. This was the moment that I revealed the prize that all of the guys in the room wanted. The prize that I was more than happy to give away.

Swinging my hips from side to side I started to ease my panties down. I figured that once my pussy was revealed there was no point in taking it slow any more so I just let them drop and bent at the waist to pick them up. On a whim I decided to go down the steps off of the platform and give them to a guy. I picked one at random and told him to stand up. He did and I reached up to hug him. We hugged for a few brief seconds and I enjoyed the feel of his hand on my bum. We separated and I tucked the panties into his top pocket.

I still had my stockings left and I made my way back up onto the platform to remove them. For a few minutes I danced my way around the platform occasionally stopping to drop to my haunches and spread my knees apart. Then I sat and started to roll one stocking down my leg. Again, I made sure that my pussy was on display. When both stockings were off, I looked at the other girls and saw that they were down to their underwear. Realising that I had time to kill I went around the platform showing myself off as sexily as I possibly could. Sometimes I would sit on the edge and part my legs or lay on my back, raise my legs vertically and then open them wide. With my legs open wide I used my fingers to part my pussy lips. I couldn't wait for the fucking to begin.

When the music changed from the raunchy stripper tunes to a more laid-back elevator style, I realised that dinner was about to begin. I noticed that the other girls were also totally nude.

The officers were already busy bringing trays of soup and salad bowls in and so I went to the serving window to help. There were only a dozen or so officers to serve twenty-five tables. My first trip to a table made me realise that the five of us girls were not going to be of any great use to them. As I was serving the food the guys took their turns groping me. I didn't have a problem with it. If anything, it made me even more horny than I already was.

When the starter was done, I helped clear the tables and the officers started to bring the main course. My clearing of the tables was frequently held up as men took their time fondling my boobs and ass. I looked across the ballroom to see if the other girls were getting the same treatment. Indeed they were.

My god, couldn't these guys eat a little more quickly? My pussy was aching and I couldn't wait to feel a cock being shoved into it.

While the guys were eating their main course, Darby called the five of us over to the bar.

"I guess you all know what is expected of you. Janice, I know what you're capable of but I don't know you other girls. All I can tell you is don't be shy."

"I don't think you have to worry. If they don't know by now they soon will and, if they're anything like me, they'll enjoy themselves." I offered.

We dispersed to help serve drinks and then to clear the plates. I felt like a kid on Christmas eve. I knew there were good things coming to me soon but I couldn't unwrap them just yet.

During dessert I stood next to a black guy that I had had my eye on for a while. I was determined that he would be my first of the evening. I don't know why I selected him but I felt sure that he would be good. As he was massaging my boobs, I heard the two guys next to him telling of their experiences on the battlefield.

"We came across a bunch of them hunkered down. They didn't even know we were there. Mac spots an officer with just his head sticking out of the turret. One shot and his head is gone. We got on the phone and a minute later six tanks were burning in the desert."

I realised that these men had seen and done things that I couldn't even imagine. After all they had been through many of them were expected to come home to the wife, two kids and a dog as if they had just spent a week at a business conference in Pittsburgh.

I felt safe but I knew that the fucking would probably get hard and rough at some point during the evening.

All through the dinner the band had been playing some gentle jazz but the sexy rasp of the sax leading into "The Stripper" brought me back to the reason I was there. All of the plates had been removed from the tables and the fun was about to begin. I straddled the guy and sat on his lap.

"What would you like?" I asked with a smile on my face.

He was too busy sucking on a nipple to answer. I felt a hand reaching down between my legs and then felt his thumb rotating on my clit. I gasped but I was determined not to orgasm. Pushing his hand away I stood up and started to undo his pants. I was almost frantic. I didn't know or care how big his dick was. I just knew that I had to have it inside of me. I had been naked for at least an hour. My striptease had made me horny as hell and the fondling that had taken place since then had made me almost feverish.

As it turned out his cock was very average but I impaled myself on it in one movement and then started to bounce on him. My boobs were almost smacking me in the chin as I bounced up and down and my orgasm came very quickly. Thankfully his orgasm came immediately after. Before he slipped out of my pussy, I kissed him and looked around for my next guy.

Almost as soon as I had stood up, I was twirled around and pushed face first onto the table. I immediately felt the head of a cock against my pussy lips. Before I had a chance to steady myself, I felt his hips hammering against my ass as he went balls deep time and time again. This was the kind of fucking that I wanted, needed and craved. The only way it could have been better was if I had another deep in my throat. It was only a matter of time before I had that and more.

As soon as the guy finished another took his place and then another and another. I wondered if I would ever tire of the feeling of a cock entering me and then the warm pulsing as it shoots its load into me. The fucking continued in this manner for what seemed like ages and I loved it. All of a sudden there were no more. I stood up and looked around. Cum was pouring out of my pussy so I picked up a napkin and cleaned myself off.

I made my way back onto the platform that I had stripped on and looked around. The other four girls were getting fucked as the band played on.

Now that I was back on the platform, I turned to face the band and started to dance. The stage that the band were on was only twenty feet or so away and the fact that my movements were dependent upon their music made it even more exciting for me. The platform was surrounded by men watching me dance. If I didn't look at the other four platforms, I could imagine that I was the only naked woman in the room.

I felt a hand on my bum and reacted by swinging my ass from side to side against the hand. A few seconds later I felt two hands on my shoulders and I was being pushed to my knees. I didn't resist at all and when I was on my hands and knees, I parted my legs. I gasped as I felt a hand rub over my pussy. Moments later I felt his cock ease past my pussy lips and I gasped again.

I opened my eyes and saw that the members of the band were all watching as were the guys gathered around the platform. The guy in my pussy started slow and gentle and the band also slowed the pace and lowered the volume. As the guy went deeper, I realised that his cock was quite large, so much so in fact that it hurt a little. I knew that I had to relax and go with it.

The band started to slowly up the tempo and volume and the guy started to thrust harder and faster in time with the band. I let my head drop in an attempt to relax a little but the guy grabbed my hair and yanked it back up again. My boobs were flying around and I could feel his pelvis slapping against my ass.

The guys stood around the platform were all smiling and laughing as the fucking got harder and even more frantic. I could only see them from the waist up but I imagined that they must have all had erections. My gasping had turned to moans and screams and I wondered how much longer this guy could possibly continue at this pace. For that matter I wondered how long I could continue at this pace too. When the guy finally came it felt like an explosion in my pussy. It felt great, but when he slipped out and slapped my ass hard before he stood up, it felt wonderful. I already knew that my role in this party was to please guys but, as the circumstances evolved, I felt more and more like the slut that I had hoped I would be.

I had no time to rest before I felt the next guy pushing into me. He couldn't match the previous guy for speed and stamina but it was enjoyable all the same. I soon lost count of the number of guys that fucked me and, quite honestly, I didn't care. I just wanted more and more.

As the fucking continued Darby appeared in front of me with a mirror on a stand. He placed it on the platform in front of me and I could now see myself as man after man had his pleasure. I was quite surprised at my appearance. My face and chest were very red and my hair was matted with sweat. I didn't want the screwing to stop but my hands, knees and shoulders were getting very sore. Oddly enough my vagina felt fine.

In order to get some relief, I rolled over onto my back as soon as the next guy finished. This did help my hands and knees but the pleasure didn't stop. As another guy entered my pussy another got down on one knee and offered his cock to my mouth. I didn't hesitate in taking it in and was soon sucking for all I was worth.

Darby produced a cushion for me and placed it under my head. It helped my neck a lot and I felt like I could go on all night. I had long since given up counting how many guys I had taken care of. It didn't matter. One guy came so hard in my mouth and I couldn't swallow it. I coughed involuntarily and a gob of white spunk flew out of my mouth.

Eventually the action petered out and then stopped. I knew that I looked a total mess. Cum was dribbling from my pussy and I could feel more of it drying on my face, in my hair and on my stomach and chest. I felt well used. Darby stepped up and took me out of the ballroom and into the showers by the swimming pool. I took a long hot shower.

After my shower I felt somewhat refreshed but I wasn't sure that I felt like starting over just yet.

"Where are the other girls?" I asked.

"Gone." Darby replied.

"Gone." Is the party over?"

"No, one by one they tapped out." He explained. "Fair enough. It's up to them."

"Is it up to me too?"

"Of course." He smiled. "But I don't think you will. You enjoy this too much."

He was right but I didn't feel like admitting it.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Just gone 12.30."

"So, I've been going at it for four and a half hours!" I was incredulous.

"Yes, I've never known anyone who has the kind of stamina that you have."

"Hmm. I need some sleep now though."

"Not yet honey, we have to pay the band first."

"We have to or I have to?"

He just raised an eyebrow and smiled at me.

"They are waiting in the penthouse suite. Put these on."

I had noticed a bag on a bench and had wondered whose it was. Darby unzipped it and gestured to me to get dressed. I slipped the micro g-string on and then the flimsiest bra that I had ever seen. A tartan patterned skirt that barely covered my ass and a white button up blouse completed the outfit. I don't know if I was supposed to look like a sexy school-girl but I felt ridiculous.

"What about shoes?" I asked.

"Oh! You won't need them."

He sounded embarrassed and I figured that he had forgotten to bring them.

"Come. Let's go." He snapped.

He led me out into the hotel lobby and I realised that, even though Darby had rented the entire hotel for the weekend, the hotels regular staff was still working. There was a young guy and a middle-aged woman at the reception desk. The guy spotted me first and nudged his co-worker.

Darby put his hand on my butt and guided me towards the elevators. I was very aware of the eyes following me and, perhaps for the first time since my slut adventures began, I felt ashamed. As the elevator doors closed, I saw the woman at reception shake her head. Her contempt was obvious.

"She should come with us and find out what she's missing." Darby muttered.

Darby pushed the door to the penthouse open and I followed him inside. The guys in the band were waiting. There were eight musicians in all, three white guys and five black.

"Introduce yourself." Darby whispered.

"Hi guys, I'm..."

"No, introduce yourself to them one at a time." Darby hissed.

The first guy I went to was sitting in an armchair. I held out my hand but he didn't reach up to shake it. I bent at the waist and offered my hand again.

"Hi, I'm Janice."

Hi, I'm Joe."

As he shook my hand, I realised that he was looking down my blouse and my barely concealed boobs. I felt my nipples start to grow. While one hand was shaking mine, his other hand was working its way up my leg. He smiled when he realised that I wasn't wearing panties. He squeezed my butt cheek and I moved on to the next guy.

Each of the eight guys felt my legs as they enjoyed the view of my cleavage. One of them even managed to rub his fingers over my pussy while he shook my hand. My nipples were fully erect by now and I felt sure that my pussy was damp.

"Well guys, are we ready?" Asked Darby.

One of the guys picked up an acoustic guitar and another had a snare drum. The drummer started a simple slow beat and then the guitarist joined in.