"Susan Performs"
Story by Voyeur Bob

I was pressed to get these financial statements complete by
four o'clock and the phone wouldn't quit ringing. Don't they
know I have more to do then just answer the damn phone?

"Hi love, it's Bob Campbell." Came across the speakerphone
even before I could say hello. "Listen Sue, a client of mine
is in town and we wanted to know if you would be free to
join us for drinks tonight?"

Why so formal? I know the sound of my husband's voice and
our last name, but I have never gone by Sue. I'm Susan. All
right, I thought to myself. This is some sort of little
phone game he wants to play. So why not go along. "Sounds
like fun lover. Should I wear something revealing? That's
not to hard to get out of?" There was a long silence. Then a
stranger's voice answered.

"That would be great Sue. Bob told me you were hot. Meet us
around 8:00 at O'Hara's. It's the new club that just opened
downtown. I look forward to seeing you and your sexy outfit.
"

I nearly fell out of my chair. "Oh Bob I'm sorry. I thought
you were... Please I didn't mean to..." Before I could
finish apologizing Bob interrupted me. "See you there Love."

Then silence, he hung up the phone. That's just great. Here
I'm going to meet one of my husband's clients and the guy
already has a distorted image of me. Shit! Well hopefully I
can explain myself when we meet. Why didn't he tell me he
had someone in his office? Why so formal with this is Bob
Campbell? My husband and his stupid fantasy roll playing ...
Then it hit me. That Bastard! This is a fantasy that he
wants to turn into reality. Bet the guy doesn't even know
I'm Bob's wife. No telling what he told him. That little
shit! He's really doing this to me. I can't believe he wants
me to come on to another man.

Sitting here staring into space and shaking from the
implications of what this could mean the phone ran again
sapping me back to a conscious state. It was Bob. "You son
of a bitch!" I shouted into the receiver. " Why did you..."
But again before I could finish he cut me short.

"Please, just hear me out. You know how we both love the
fantasy where you hit upon one of my friends. Where he
doesn't know you're my wife and you seduce the both of us."

"Yes Bob I do. But that's it. It's just a fantasy. I never
dreamed you would want to play it out. I just couldn't."

"All right. Just listen to me for a second. Wouldn't it be
exciting just to try it a little bit? We wouldn't have to go
all the way. Maybe just some kissing and petting until you
felt uncomfortable."

"Bob, I already feel uncomfortable." 

"Please Susan, think of the great times we can have
fantasying about if we just gone a little further."

"But if I let your friend feel me up this time where will it
end up next. Fucking him?" I asked coldly. There was a long
silence, as I knew Bob was trying to think of the right
words to say. He stammered a few times and finally said.
"Please just meet us there and wear something sexy."

I had to admit the thought of meeting under those
circumstances was a real turn on, but didn't think I could
go along with the rest of his plan. After a little more
sweet talk and a lot of promises I reluctantly agreed to
meet and wear something appropriate, but a little kissing
and maybe a few quick feels was the most I would allow his
friend to get out of me. We've been out with couples where
I've danced with my friends' husbands, letting them hold me
tight, feeling them get hard. But these were little games
couples played and it never went further then that. This
time he wouldn't know I was Bob's wife just a plaything for
the two of them to enjoy.

My thoughts were a mess. I couldn't concentrate on my work.
Coming up with a lamebrain excuse to deliver the statements
first thing Monday I hurried out the door. My mind started
racing in all the wrong directions. I had wild images of
playing the seductress driving two men out of their minds. I
kept trying to shake those thoughts. This wasn't me at all.
I felt that if I relaxed in a warm bath it would clear my
mind. Boy was I wrong. The heat from the water mixed with my
unrestrained visions of lust got my juices flowing.
Masturbating seemed the only cure for my wickedness. It
wasn't right to keep these fantasies running through my
mind. My fingers brought me to a tremendous orgasm and I
finally felt release from the sexual tension, but it wasn't
for long. When I opened my lingerie drawer instead of
selecting white cotton bra and panties I found myself
reaching for the sexiest lace bra. Holding it to my breasts,
admiring how it made me look. Glancing into the mirror my
nipples showed clearly through the thin lace. I struck a
pose.

"Wow would this turn them on." I quickly found the matching
panties. Delighted in the sleek beauty that appeared in the
mirror I thought to myself. "If this is what Bob wanted,
this is what he was going to get." Now the big question.
"How far would I let this little game go?"

I shook my head in disbelief realizing I couldn't honestly
answer that question. Maybe we could go parking, like in
high school, and let them remove my clothes and feel me up.
Or do each of them in the backseat as the other watched. I
couldn't believe I was even letting these thoughts wonder
through my head. I topped off the scandalous underwear
outfit with a sheer white blouse, short black skirt and
thigh high stocking. Making sure the lace tops showed while
sitting.

The cab ride to the club was faster then hoped for. When
arriving I slid forward on the seat to hand him the money
allowing my skirt to slide up and reveal my lace panties.
"Pretty" He said. "Is there a matching bra?"

At that moment my body was over powered with lustful
thoughts racing through my mind. Looking down I unbuttoned
my blouse to the waist and pulled it open to reveal my
matching bra. I thrust my chest forward and closed my eyes
as he reached across the seat and took a nipple between his
fingers. Moving across my chest he lifted the flimsy bra
above my breasts and felt me up. Soon his hand made its way
from between my breasts to my belly, then onto my bare
thighs.

"I bet some guy's going to enjoy the hell out of you
tonight." He said, as I spread my knees allowing his fingers
easy access to my private parts. Electricity shot through my
body as he worked his fingers under the leg opening and into
the folds of my wetness. What was I doing? Allowing a
complete stranger to finger me. It felt so good. So wicked,
Bob had definitely brought out a side of me I never knew
existed. I didn't want to cum just yet. This intense feeling
rushing throughout my body had to remain if I was going to
go through with my husband's plans. Leaning forward to give
the cabby a kiss I gently removed his fingers and said.

"There are two men waiting to enjoy the hell out of me
tonight. Thank you for helping me work up the nerve."
Rearranging my clothes I left the cab and entered the club.
The place was packed. New ones like this always are, but Bob
saw me come in and soon I was being introduced to Steven. An
attractive well dressed man in his middle thirties I judged.
Quiet, polite with good manners, standing and offering me
his chair. Steven explained that his old college roommate
owned this establishment. There was a lot more to the place
then just this club area.

I soon found myself deep in conversation, trying to answer
questions that didn't make any sense. Bob had built me into
a remarkable woman to fit the fantasy for the evening. It
didn't take Steven long to start pouring on the charm when
Bob excused himself to use the restroom. First resting his
hand on my knee and when I didn't object it started
traveling up to my thigh pushing my skirt with it. By the
time my husband returned Steven's hand was resting on my
bare leg above my stockings and his thumb was rubbing over
the red lace panties. The expression on Bob's face was
priceless.

"Doesn't look like it took you two long to become friends."
Bob said. Before either one of us could reply Steven's
friend Carl came up to greet us. He told us the building
dated back to the early twenties and this part was once a
speakeasy. While Carl showed us around Bob whispered in my
ear.

"I can't believe you let Steven do that." 

"That's what you wanted wasn't it?" 

"Well yes, but today you were so... Is that it? Was that the
quick feel?" 

"That was just light touching not a feel. I'm sure you two
will arrange more opportunities to get your hands on me."

"Are you kidding?" Bob said nearly choking with anticipation.

"No, but you will have to be the one to tell Steven when to
stop." I replied. 

Bob gave my ass a squeeze. I don't think he truly understood
the full meaning of what I was saying.

Carl led us into an area that was still under renovation.
This was the reason he bought the building in the first
place. I found myself standing on a beautiful old stage that
had been used during the heyday of vaudeville and burlesque.
While the men set at a table going over the plans of
restoration I wandered around admiring all the beautiful old
fixtures and paintings that adorned the area. Walking to the
front of the stage I cleared my throat and said

"Gentlemen, what would be your preference a song or a dance?" 

"In keeping with tradition I think a striptease would be
appropriate." Carl immediately said.

"Now how did I know that was going to be your answer!" I
said as I stepped back startled for their reaction. Steven
joined Carl trying to persuade me. Bob just sat there
motionless. I was hoping he would come to my defense. But
both men were coaxing him to give me the thumbs up signal.

" Bob, is this what your wanting?" I finally asked in
desperation seeing the thoughts rushing through his mind.
Did he really want his wife to perform for these men? Had he
taken his fantasy far enough? If only he know about the taxi
driver. He kept looking at them and then at me. Finally he
said. "Go for it! Show us your stuff."

My heart raced and my legs became wobbly as I realized this
was the moment of truth. I was being asked by my husband to
perform for these men. Instantly the stage lights came on
and music started playing. Out of the corner of my eye I saw
a black man standing in the shadows operating the controls.
The waiter that had previously brought drinks to our table.
This was unbelievable. Never in my wildest dreams could I
ever imagine myself in this position. Never the less a rush
of eroticism came over me and took control of my body. I
started swaying to the beat as my fingers unhooked the
buttons that held my blouse in place. Pulling it out of my
skirt I flung it open, then quickly closed it, giving them
just a glimpse of my breasts through the shear bra. Turning
away I slipped it off and let it fall to the floor. Next my
hands found the catch on the back of my skirt and the zipper
was coming down. Slowly I worked it over my hips and my
stomach did a flip as they applauded when my ass came into
view through the sheer panties. Dropping my skirt to the
floor I kick it across the stage and interlaced my finger
behind my head. Trembling from the excitement of knowing
they could clearly see my entire body through the lacey
transparent fabric as I turned to walked to the front of the
stage. I gasped, startled back into reality when I noticed
the black man with a video camera trained on me.

"OK guy's, I think you've seen enough. This is where I call
it quits." 

"Come on Susan, no reason to stop now." 

They keep begging me to continue. I just stood there,
practicality naked, involved in this crazy conversation. Why
wasn't I grabbing my clothes and running out of there. I
looked at Bob.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" 

"More then anything." Was his only reply. 

Not fully understanding I just shook my head as my fingers
reached for the hooks of my bra. It quickly joined my other
clothes on the floor. Placing my hands on my hips I bent
forward and shook my titties for my admirers. My fingers
found the waistband of my panties and I worked them down my
legs, much to the delight of the men. Now naked except for
my stockings and heels I squatted in front of them and ran
my hands back and forth along my thighs and up to my
breasts, pinching my nipples. Juices were flowing out of me
and I was spreading it up and down my thighs. I stood and
walked in front of the cameraman and repeated the same act.
Except this time I let my fingers play with my private parts
as he zoomed in on the action. I was burning up and needed
release. Naked and horny in front of four men with hard-on's
about to bust out of their pants, there was no reason to
finger fuck myself. Grabbing Carl by the tie I pulled him
close and we kissed. My tongue slide into his mouth and his
hands started squeezing my ass as I unzipped his pants and
pulled out his throbbing member. Pushing him back into the
chair I straddled his lap holding his manhood and positioned
it at the entrance of my pussy slowly working myself down on
his lap. A bolt of lightening shot through me as his
pulsating cock filled me. Carl was using both hands to
squeeze my breasts as he sucked on one nipple then the
other. Using my leg muscles I pushed myself up and down the
full length of his shaft. Repeating this motion over and
over until Carl blasted off. I was so turned on that I
exploded like a cannon.

Next was Steven's turn. I stood and as we embraced he lifted
me up and sat me on the edge of the stage telling Carl and
Bob to hold my legs apart. Steven moved into position and I
noticed Bob had his organ in hand.

"Be careful and not waste any of that. I need it after I
finished with Steven." My warning was useless; he came as
Steven penetrated me. I propped myself back on my elbows to
wait for the fabulous feeling to engulf my loins. Looking
around I noticed my cameraman standing in a chair and
filming the whole scene. Steven was wonderful. He brought me
to several climaxes before unloading a gusher deep inside
me. I had become a wanton slut crying for Bob to fuck me. My
pussy was on fire and fucking was the only way to quench the
flame. Masturbating twice while watching Steven he was
unable to perform. He couldn't get it up when I needed it.
Carl took the video camera from the waiter and told him to
take a turn. Marvin, a handsome black man, quickly took up
his position between my legs. Unzipping his pants he
unleashed a monster. I had never seen one that big. I heard
stories about black men but never would believe them until
tonight. It was as big around as my fist and as long as my
forearm. I was on fire and couldn't wait for him to start
working that horse cock into me. The others were quite
impressed with its size and started making comments about
the fucking I was going to enjoy.

"Spread the her legs wide. I'm getting ready to give her the
fucking of a lifetime." Marvin said.

Chills ran down my spine and I momentarily became a little
frightened as Marvin placed the monster head of his cock at
my opening. Bob must of sensed my fear and started to
protest, but it was to late Marvin used both hands to spread
me apart and the gigantic head worked it's self in.
Instantly I had another thundering orgasm. The men cheered
him on as my entire body shook with intense pleasure. I was
propped on my elbows with my head thrown back and my mouth
wide open yelling at the top of my lungs.

"Fuck me, Marvin, Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Please! Fuck me."
It felt so phenomenal. Never have I been so full of such a
wonderful pleasure stick. I had orgasm after orgasm as it
worked its way in. They were making bets on how far he could
bury it. I pulled myself up to watch and was amazed as it
appeared to be half way in.

"Come on guy's pull my leg further apart. I want it all the
way in. It feels so fucking good."

I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. I was
making a porno movie, fucking three men while my husband
helped, and loving every second of it. Marvin and I were
working up a steady rhythm and that monster was working on
every nerve ending that had never been reached before. This
had to be a dream. Here I was a married woman naked with
four men; the biggest cock I could imagine buried deep in me
and I was caught up in the excitement of trying to get it
all the way in. My nipples were rock hard and needed to be
sucked on. Orgasms were rocking my body with every thrust of
our hips. Finally he hit bottom and I checked to see for
myself how much was left. The men and I were impressed on
how much Marvin was able to stuff in.

This man was born to give woman pleasure. He knew how to
pace himself to give me the maxim joy without cumming to
fast. My body was covered in perspiration, then the
unmistakable feeling, a load of cum starting to swell up in
his balls. I laid my head back and with great anticipation
waited for the explosion to rock my inner depths. The flow
was on its way. I yanked my legs lose from my captors' and
rapped them around Marvin's ass forcing him all the way in.
My orgasm lasted for minutes after the force of his blast
shook the depths of my body. I held him deep inside me the
entire time. "Your one fuckin' hot Bitch!" Marvin explained
as I reluctantly let lose my grip. "I've got a couple of
buddies I'd like to introduce you to. You think we could get
together for a little more fun?"

"With out a doubt." I told him looking for Bob's reaction. 

"All Right! My buddies are going to love your pretty white
ass." Marvin said while pulling up his underwear.

Then taking the video camera from Carl who had been zooming
in on my well-fucked and stretched out pussy. Sperm was
matted in my pubic hair, running down my thighs and legs.
Bob, Steven and Carl stood there with raging hard-on's,
ready to go again. I think Bob was in shock from me telling
Marvin I would get together him and his buddies. Jumping
down off the stage I turned around and braced myself against
it spreading my legs and sticking my ass in the air. Looking
over my shoulder I said.

"Come on guy's lets see if we can take care of those
problems." First Steven then Carl took their turns with me.
Bob came up last and shoved his cock right in. He was like a
wild man running his hands all over my body, squeezing my
breasts, biting my neck. He came once and never went soft,
just continued to pound away. By the time he came again the
others had put their clothes on and wandered out of the area
leaving us alone.

"Is this what you had in mind?" I asked 

"No. I mean Yes. Well not exactly. I just can't believe this
happened. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think you
would do this. Why? I mean how come?"

"I hadn't planned of doing a striptease and fucking four men
just you and Steven. Things just got a little carried away."

"You mean you came with the idea of... Are you ok with what
happened?" 

"It's been embarrassing, but yes I loved every second of it.
Specially Marvin." 

"Oh shit, Marvin! Were you just kidding or are you thinking
about meeting with him and his friends?"

I gave Bob a wicked smile. Shaking my head yes I said
"Probably." 

Bob's eyes all most popped out of their sockets and his
manhood jumped back to full attention.

"Susan, I can't believe you..." 

I put my fingers to his lips and motioned for Marvin to join
us and said. "Believe this!" He came up and put his arm
around my waist and let his hand slide down and grasped my
bottom.

"One fine piece of white ass." Marvin said as I put my arm
around him. 

"I going to spend the rest of the weekend with Marvin and
his friends. Get a copy of the video from Carl and I'll see
you at home Sunday night."

Follow up note from Voyeur Bob: Susan is my wife and though
my stories are fictional they are based on events that have
happened to us while we have been together. The inspiration
for this story was based somewhat on two incidents that took
place a few years after we were married. While she didn't do
the striptease on a stage she did perform for a friend's
40th birthday. Would love to hear your comments on my story
and or my wife. You can E-mail me at: voyeurbob@hotmail.com

