Anything You Want

"On your back mister," she ordered.

My dick was still hard as I crawled to the middle of the bed. Peggy was right behind me. Once on my back, she straddled my hips. Grabbing my cock, she placed it at her opening. She slowly sank down on my cock. It felt wonderful. She sat there, looking down at me, a big smile on her face.

"You fill me up just right. Oh god I love your cock, especially when it's in me," whispered Peggy.

I just moaned as she squeezed me with her Kegels. I was in heaven. When she started to move back and forth, I was way past heaven. Groaning, I watched her face as she watched mine. We both smiled. She then slowly started to fuck me. Pulling up a little and then slamming down on me hard.

"I want you to let me know when you are ready to cum," she said.

I nodded up at her. She was slamming down on me hard and fast. She was fucking me. She had never done this before. She had always just moved slowly and easily, jerking her hips to and fro. Out of habit, I started to fuck her back.

"Stop. Don't you move," she said loudly.

I stopped moving and just lay there enjoying her pussy fucking me. I was almost there, yet not.

"When you're ready to cum I will get off and lay on my back. I then want you to cum on my face and only my face," said Peggy shivering.

That did it.

"I'm going to cum," I said.

She was up off me and on her back in a second. I was over her jerking my cock. I came on the first stroke as I looked down at my beautiful wife. My first stream was long and powerful, splashing across her forehead. The next went right across her closed eyes. She jerked as it hit her. The next squirt landed on her nose and in her mouth. The last big stream landed on her mouth and chin. The dribbles all went on her left cheek. Her face now covered in my semen looked even more beautiful.

I moaned looking down at her. Never had I ever thought of doing this to her. Peggy lay there moaning. She then brought her hands up to her face and stared to spread my cum around so her entire face was covered. I groaned as I watched her. She was smiling as she heard me moan. Wiping her finger on her breasts, I leaned in and kissed her cum covered lips. We kissed for quit sometime. Then I lay next to her staring at the ceiling.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I'm fine. More than fine. I really loved that," she whispered back. "I never thought I would, but I did. I want you to start coming on my face more often."

My dick was hard as steel just hearing her say that. When she got up off the bed, I watched her go to the shower. Following her, I climbed in with her. She hugged me tightly.

"I love you so fucking much," she said softly.

"I love you a lot too," I replied.

After our shower, we were in the living room just holding each other.

"Where did you learn about letting me cum on your face?" I asked.

"It was a story I read online one night when you were out of town. It turned me on so much I must have made myself cum half a dozen times. I was exhausted by the time I just rolled over and went to sleep. I've just been embarrassed to ask you do to that to me."

"And where on the web have you been hanging out?"

"None of your business," she replied.

"Okay, dear. But please tell me if you find anything else you would like to try."

"I will."

"Is that where you got the idea about Allen and Carol?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied shyly. "Do you have any fantasies you would like us to try?"

"I always have wondered how you would look as a stripper," I said kind of joking.

"Okay. What type of club? The really raunchy one or a high-class one?" she asked looking serious.

"Why not both? I think you could pull both of them off," I smiled at her.

"Okay. I guess I could take a week or so off and go check them out," she said looking very serious.

"You would be perfect at either," I said starting to get excited.

"Good, you can take me there tonight."

I gulped as she said that. Now I have never been to the raunchy one, but once when Peggy was visiting her mother in Chicago for a weekend, I did happen to visit the classy place. It was nice and the women were beautiful and Peggy would fit right in there.

"Okay," I said smiling at her.

"Okay," she replied smiling back at me.

The rest of the day, we just lay around cuddling, kissing, and watching some nonsense on TV. For lunch, we did get dressed and went out for something to eat.

Chapter 15

Then it was time for dinner. We once again got dressed. Peggy wore one of her tight-fitting dresses with stockings, not pantyhose. It was a dark blue and fit her like a glove. I could tell she wasn't wearing any panties but did have on a bra. I just wore a pair of dress slacks and a dark blue shirt to match her dress. I also wore my handgun, which I rarely did, just in case. As we were ready to leave, Peggy hugged me. She pushed me back looking at my waist.

"Why?" she asked.

"Just in case."

"Oh, is the raunchy club that rough?" asked Peggy.

"I don't know, never been there," I said.

"Oh, my."

"And you are a little over dressed for the nasty club," I said.

"No, this is for the classy club. I have a change of close for the other place."

"Ah. What is the other outfit?" I asked.

"A short skirt and that black blouse you like," replied Peggy grinning.

"That'll work," I said opening the door.

The drive to the restaurant was short. I let the valet park the car. The meal was great as always. The drive to the strip joint was a little longer. When we got there, I used valet parking again. With Peggy on my arm, we walked up to the door. They had a doorman who was looking Peggy up and down as he opened the door for us. Entering the place, the music hit us in the face. We both laughed as we walked to the bar. There were empty seats there so we took a couple and ordered our drinks and sat watching the ladies on the stage. There were actually two stages.

The woman on the stage closest to us was beautiful. She was a little older than Peggy and I, yet looked like she was having fun teasing all the guys at the foot of the stage. On the second stage, which was farther away, the woman looked to be even older than the woman was on the closer stage. In fact, she looked to be as old as my mother was when I was about sixteen. She too was hot.

"Well, aren't you a pretty one," a man said to Peggy.

We both turned to look at him. He was an older gentleman smiling at Peggy, not leering at her.

"Thank you," said Peggy politely.

"You are very welcome. You two are married?" he asked.

"Yes, we are. I'm Elizabeth, but you can call me Peggy, and this is my husband, Jeff," replied Peggy.

"And I am Roger, I own this place."

"Really?" asked Peggy. "Tell me about it, I'm looking for a part-time job and this just might fit the bill."

"Hmm... well, unfortunately, we only hire mature women," replied Roger.

"Age?" asked Peggy.

"Older than you, sweetheart."

Peggy leaned in and whispered in his ear. His eyes opened wide.

"That old, wow, you look to be about in your early twenties. My daughter is younger than you are and you look about as old as her. I guess you would fit in around here. Of course, I'll have to see and ID when you apply. What do you want to know?" Roger asked.

"Everything. How much do you pay, do I have to strip naked, do I share my tips, everything?" Peggy sounded excited. I thought to myself that she must have read a story about a wife becoming a stripper and it had stuck in her brain. We would have to have even more discussions when we got home tonight.

"Well, we pay our ladies as contractors, that way I don't have to worry about all that tax shit. To start we pay them two hundred a night. Tips are yours to keep. Yes, you have to get completely naked. We even allow touching, but it's up to you. You have to dance at least four sets a night. You only have to work three nights a week. Your husband can be here if he wishes but if he starts a ruckus he will be barred from the place."

"Okay, do you provide the costumes, or do I?" asked Peggy.

"We have an assortment back stage but you can use your own if you wish. Our girls are free to do whatever they wish, except no penetration, and no sex in the building."

"I wasn't looking for that here, I have enough of that at home," Peggy said looking at me and smiling.

"How would you like to give it a try?" asked Roger.

You could see he was hoping that Peggy would get up on stage.

"Not tonight Roger, but I would be free sometime this week for an audition," Peggy said.

"That would be good, but with your looks, the guys who come here wouldn't give a shit if you could dance. Just so long as you take your clothes off in a sexy and erotic manner," said Roger smiling.

"Okay, I think I have enough info to make a decision. Thank you very much, Roger. I think my husband and I will be moving up to the stage now," said Peggy.

Roger offered his hand to me and then to Peggy. Smiling he turned and walked away. Peggy got off her stool and grabbed my hand pulling me off mine. We grabbed our drinks and went and found two chairs down by the stage. A different woman was up on stage still partially dressed as the music played. Peggy held my hand as we both watched. The woman on stage was another very pretty mature woman. She was dancing to a slow mellow song.

"How old do you think she is?" I asked Peggy.

"Late thirties early forties," replied Peggy.

I just nodded as her breasts came into view as she tossed her top toward the back of the stage. She had magnificent breasts. They hardly sagged. Her nipples were huge and looked chewed on a lot when she was younger. I sat there wondering what motivated women like her to want to show off their bodies. Don't get me wrong, it was a wonderful body. I gasped as her skirt disappeared. Either her vagina was, shaved smooth or she had lost every hair on it. Her labia were huge and hung down below her outer lips. As I watched her move around the stage, I was falling in lust with her.

Peggy squeezing my hand brought me back to the here and now. The woman on stage also mesmerized Peggy. We both watched her, as she smiled and danced around the stage naked as the day she was born. Pulling a ten out of my pocket, I waved it in the air. She almost ran over to me.

"Would you like to touch me?" she asked.

"Yes, but not here," I said. "At a table in the club. I would like to talk to you, just talk."

"You're cute. Okay. Ten minutes I'll come find you," she said smiling taking the ten from my hand.

"She's even better looking close up," said Peggy groaning.

"She surely was," I replied watching her dance around the stage.

A lot of guys were now waving money at her. She would squat down, let them touch her, grab the bill or bills from their hand, and dance off to the next guy. She made a lot of money on that set. And she was still beautiful. When her set was over, I grabbed Peggy's hand and dragged her away from the stage.

"Hey, where are we going," she yelled.

I pulled her along until I found an empty table. I helped her sit, and then I sat.

"I made a date with that woman. She will be looking for me at a table."

"Oh! What will we do with her?"

"Nothing but talk."

"Oh! What?"

"I need to know," I said.

"You need to know what?" asked Peggy.

"Wait, here she comes."

I stood as she came up to our table. I pulled out the chair opposite Peggy. She stood there looking at Peggy and then me. She nodded and sat as I slid the chair in under her lovely ass. She was wearing a short robe. It was opaque.

"And?" she asked.

"I'm Jeff and this is my wife, Peggy," I said offering my hand.

"I'm Virginia," she replied taking my hand.

"I just need, hell, how do I put this?"

"Just ask, I'm not shy," she replied smiling at me.

"Why? Why are you doing this?" I asked.

"I have asked myself that question in the past. The conclusion I came to is that I love having men look at and touch me, a lot. I'm here every night they are open. I let anyone touch me. I don't hook though. I never have sex for money. My husband doesn't want me to get into trouble."

"You're married?" asked Peggy.

"Oh yes, to one of the nicest men in the world," said Virginia smiling brightly.

"I too am married to one of the nicest men in the world," replied Peggy.

"So, dear, what brought you here tonight?" asked Virginia.

"I want to know what it's like to be a stripper. Jeff and I were discussing some of our... fantasies... yesterday and I read a story online where the wife works as a stripper for her husband. I wanted to show him... is your husband here?"

"He is, but I won't point him out, he doesn't want people to know who I'm married to," said Virginia blushing.

"He's the owner?"

"God, no, he's much nicer than that sleazebag. Don't let him get you alone in his office, he'll be all over you," said Virginia in a whisper as the music stopped on stage. "Have I answered your questions?"

"You have, my dear," I said slipping a fifty over the table to her.

"You don't have to, Jeff."

"Take it or I will be quite upset with you, dear," I said.

She took the fifty and made it disappear.

"So, Roger does take, or tries to take some of your tips?" Peggy asked.

"Big bills he does. The smaller stuff he doesn't."

"That lying son of a bitch!" Peggy said almost growling like a dog. "Honey?"

She was looking at me, I nodded and put him at the top of my list for Monday morning.

"Well, we have to go," I said slipping my card to Virginia. "Call me if you ever have trouble with Roger or whatever. You might want to give that card to your husband."

Virginia stood, leaned down, and kissed me on the lips. She then went around the table and kissed Peggy. She surprised us both.

"Time to leave," said Peggy.

"Are you going to apply for a job here?" I asked.

"You bet, it's probably time someone showed Roger what he's doing wrong here," said Peggy getting up.

As we walked to the door, Roger intercepted us.

"You're not leaving already, are you?" he asked.

"Yes, we have several more strip clubs to go to, but I'll be back. What time do you open?" Peggy asked.

"Well, tomorrow we are closed. We open on Monday at noon," Roger said leering at Peggy.

"Noon every day?" Peggy asked not wanting to have only one day to come back.

"Yes, except Friday and Saturday, we open at ten in the morning."

"Good, I just might see you next week then," said Peggy turning away from him. I just nodded at him and followed Peggy to the door and out.

Outside I handed the valet our ticket and a five-dollar bill. He rushed off to get our car. We were on our way in minutes.

Chapter 16

As we pulled away from the club, I looked at Peggy, she was thinking hard. Then she turned to me.

"What's the raunchiest strip club in the city?" she asked.

I pulled over to the curb and into a parking lot and stopped. I looked at her. I was suddenly not in the mood to go to any more strip clubs.

"There are two. The Pink Panda and the Loose Lips," I told her.

"Which one did you go to?" she asked.

"Neither of those," I said.

"Oh! Okay, which one did you go to?"

"The Carnal Rooftop," I said.

"Is it a scummy-looking place?" she asked.

"On the outside, no. On the inside, yes."

"Take me there. And why didn't you want to go to the other places?"

"The other two, well, let's just say people get killed there sometimes."

"I didn't know there were places like that here," said Peggy with a look of fright on her pretty face.

"I would have never taken you to those places."

"Okay, let's go."

"Something doesn't feel right. It didn't feel right at Cardinal Heights. I don't think we should press our luck. I would hate to lose you..."

"How?"

"Human trafficking," I said softly.

"Oh, my," she whispered. "Even at the Cardinal?"

"I don't know. How many single women did you see at the Cardinal who weren't dancers?"

"Uh, none," she said. "But I did see a lot of couples."

"And most of them were older than you and me."

"Oh! Well, then we might as well go home for tonight."

Nodding, I pulled out of the parking lot and headed home. As we were getting close to home, I noticed a car following us. I took several turns that we didn't need to make to get us home. Peggy had been with me several times when this happened.

"Someone is following us?" she asked.

"It would seem so," I replied watching the car make the same turns I did.

"To your office then?"

"Might have to, there looks to be four men in that car," I said.

I made two phone calls while I turned several more times. We were now close to my office.

"Turn your phone off," I said to Peggy while turning mine off.

Watching the idiots in the car behind us, I saw them all looking at their phones. As I pulled into the parking lot, the car followed us. Suddenly, four cars surrounded them, lights glaring, and eight men pointing guns at them were there. I parked a little ways away from the ruckus, and got out of my car, telling Peggy to stay in the car. When I walked up to the four men on their knees, hands cuffed behind them, I shook Charlie's hand.

"They all had guns, they are all ex-felons and will be going to jail for a long, long, time, Mr. Stone."

I nodded at Charlie and went over to the four men.

"Who wants a get-out-of-jail-free card?" I asked.

They all looked up at me, nodding their heads.

"Charlie this guy, get his ass up, and over by my car," I said.

Charlie did it himself. When we got to the car, I turned and looked at this guy. Peggy was staring at him with murder in her eyes.

"Is this the woman you were sent for?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Did Roger send you after this woman?" I asked.

He looked up at me. He looked even more frightened. He wouldn't answer.

"Take and put him in a car, don't let him talk to anyone."

I walked back with Charlie, he dragged the guy to one of our cars and I stood looking down at the rest.

"He couldn't tell me what I want to know, who else wants a chance?" I asked.

They all looked over at their friend, who was jumping and throwing himself around in the back of the car Charlie had put him in.

"Well?" I shouted.

They all shook their heads no.

"Well, take them down to security, Charlie," I said. "And thanks for the help."

"No problem Mr. Stone," He said.

I waved at him as I walked back to my car. I started it and drove toward the secure parking area. The guy at the gate waved through me. It was time to look into this Roger character.

"Tonight?" asked Peggy.

"Yes, they were sent to kidnap you, by Roger. Did Virginia say how late they were open? Never mind I'll find out online."

"Looks like I won't be working there," said Peggy.

"Well, we might be able to find someone to keep it running so no one loses their job."

"Like whom?" she asked as we got on the elevator.

"Like you. Or maybe Carol. I'm sure she has someone who is doing the day-to-day things already."

"She does. She just looks over what he's doing before she approves it," said Peggy. "I guess she could still do that in the morning and run the club at night."

"With a little help from her friends," I said.

When we got to my office, I sat at my computer and started typing. I soon found out all about Roger Harris. Turns out, he was a conman from way back. He didn't currently have any warrants, but his record was far from being clean. When I looked at how he acquired the strip club the smell of fish was very high. Seems he paid a single dollar for the club to the original owner who then died under mysterious circumstances. It was time to make Roger poor. I transferred the club ownership to Carol for a reasonable sum of money. Roger no longer owned the club when I was finished. In fact, tonight was the night he was supposed to turn over the club to Carol's representatives. And he was in violation of the contract he signed.