My Friend’s Wife Gives Me a Pole Dancing Demonstration [adult]
“Maybe she’ll act like a real stripper and give you a lap dance.”
katebriggswrites
“What’s that music?” I ask when I get to my friend Brad’s house.
His smile spreads wide. “Sloane started taking pole dancing classes.”
I picture his wife Sloane spinning around a pole to the beat of the music that’s thumping through their house. Sloane is a pretty good height, probably 5’7”, with long shapely legs, big hips, and big tits.
I lick my lips at the thought of her dancing around bare-breasted.
“You wanna see?” Brad’s eyebrows dance up and down on his forehead.
“You want me to see?”
“Bro, I know you have a thing for my wife.”
“What?” I choke out.
I mean, who wouldn’t have a thing for his wife? But still, I didn’t know I was that obvious about it. I’m not sure what to say.
“Oh, come on. Every time you see her, you look at her like she’s your next meal.”
I clear my throat. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to make her uncomfortable.”
Brad laughs. “You’re probably one of the reasons she’s pole dancing. I think she loves the way you look at her — like she’s sexy.”
“Don’t you look at her like she’s sexy?”
“Well, yeah, but at this point, it’s like her parents telling her that she’s pretty. She sets it aside because she thinks they have to tell her that because they’re her parents.”
I’m confused about where this conversation is going. “So you want me to look at her?”
“Yeah.”
“But, man, I’ll get hard if I watch her.”
Brad’s smile grows again. “Let’s take a chair in. Maybe she’ll act like a real stripper and give you a lap dance.”
I start getting hard at the thought of her ass rubbing all over me. She has a stellar ass to go along with those big tits.
Brad grabs a chair and motions for me to do it as well. We both carry chairs to the basement, which was a huge space. They split it into two rooms, one for Brad’s ‘man cave,’ and then of course Sloane had to have a ‘woman cave’.
I’ve never been inside Sloane’s portion of the basement. We usually just go to Brad’s side and watch the game or shoot the shit and have a few beers.
Brad doesn’t knock before opening the door, but even if he did, Sloane wouldn’t be able to hear him with the music pumping as loud as it is.
I freeze in the doorway, my hands gripping the chair so tight, the corners of the wood dig into my skin. At least it gives me something to ground me, to hold me to this spot, because if I had nothing, I’d walk to my friend’s wife like I was under a spell and fall to my knees.
Sloane is essentially in nothing more than a bathing suit. Or maybe it’s a bra and panties, but it’s electric blue and sexy as hell. I can see the outline of her entire body. When I get to her feet and see the heels she’s wearing, my cock hardens so fast it’s going to have the imprint of my zipper along the underside.
It takes her a minute to notice us. When she does, I’m still frozen in the doorway as Brad is setting his chair close enough to his wife to really enjoy the show. I’m worried she’ll be embarrassed when she sees that Brad brought me along, but when she looks at me, she gives me a smile that makes my dick jerk in my pants.
That’s when I realize that she’s playing a role. She’s the stripper and we’re her customers. If this were real, she’d already have all the cash in my wallet stashed in every part of her little outfit.
Instead of sitting down in his chair, Brad comes back to where I’m standing. “Here.” He takes the chair from my hands. “Go sit down, I’ll use this chair.”
With the permission he’s just given, I’m not asking for verification. I want to watch her too much. I walk to the seat Brad set front and center and sit down.
Sloane walks around the pole, shaking her ass. She goes faster and faster until she lifts her feet from the ground and starts spinning. She wraps her leg around the pole as she keeps going. When her feet touch down, she lowers herself to a squat, pops her ass out, then slowly rises.
I shift in my seat.
My pants are too tight, but no matter what I do, there’s no relief. And I know there won’t be until I can pull out my cock — and jack him until he shoots.
Then Sloane presses her back to the pole and does that squat and lift again. I don’t know why it’s hotter with the pole at her back. Maybe it’s because I picture myself in the pole’s place.
When the song ends, the music pauses. She looks over my shoulder, so I turn and follow her gaze. Brad is standing near the little sound system set up. He’s set the other chair back near the speakers.
“Give Ray a lap dance,” Brad says as he starts a new song with a slow beat and a lot of bass.
My eyes flare wide. Did he just…well I’m not going to turn down a lap dance, so if this is a friend test, I’ll fail miserably.
Brad gives me a wink and nod. I turn back to Sloane and she suddenly looks a little shy, her eyes cast down. I shift in my seat again and that seems to draw her attention to the tent at my crotch.
Her gaze snaps up to mine and all I can do is shrug. What does she expect? She looks past me to Brad and he must do something encouraging, because Sloane begins to move to the music.
She sways and dances around me. When she’s once again in front of me, she squats down then moves up over me like water, smooth and graceful.
Her breasts touch my knees and slide up my thighs. I grip the sides of my seat to keep from reaching out for her. When she moves forward, straddling my thighs and sliding her chest up my body, I realize that her nipples are hard. The twin points graze up my abdomen.
When her face is level with mine, my lips part. I look into her eyes and see that her pupils are dilated, as mine must be as well. We hold there for a moment, both breathing a little heavier than we should. Just as I lift my hands from the seat of the chair to touch her, she pulls back.
Then she turns around and squats over me, sliding her ass up my thighs just as sinuously as she did with her breasts. In my peripheral vision, I catch movement, so I look over and see Brad.
At first, I think he’s coming to put a stop to what’s happening. But he simply moves his chair so he can get a better view. He sits down, gives me a nod and mouths ‘touch her.’
Just then, Sloane slides the crack of her ass up over my cock. I groan. She scoots further back, grasping my knees for support, as she rocks against me.
Tentatively, I touch her, moving my hands up her thighs, over her soft skin until I’m cupping her breasts. She swivels her hips, grinding against my shaft and sending waves of sensation down to my balls.
When she doesn’t push me away, I pluck at her nipples. Sloane arches her back. She lowers more fully onto me, putting pressure on the sensitive underside of my cock.
I hum my approval and pull harder on her nipples. I move one hand down her torso. I glance over at Brad and he’s pressing the heel of his hand to his own erection. He nods at me, encouraging me to reach between his wife’s legs.
When I feel the wet spot at the apex of her thighs, my hips lift from the chair. My other hand leaves her breast to grip her hip and hold her still while I rut against the cheek of her ass. Her hips rock back and forth.
I slip my middle finger under the side of her panties. I find her clit slippery with her wetness. I circle the little nub with my finger, fast and furious, as I hump at her from behind.
“Ah, fuck,” she shouts.
I feel her body jolt. Her back shudders against me as I continue to rub her clit. Her fingers dig into my knees. But what throws me over the edge are the little spasms I feel all around my finger. I imagine my cock deep inside her as she convulses and I shoot in my underwear.
We both slump back in the chair, Sloane now fully on my lap. The music stops and we both turn to Brad, who is tucking his own dick back into his pants. He got off on watching? It makes me regret not trying to do more.
As if he read my mind, Brad says, “Next time, you should take his cock out and ride it.”
The cock in question twitches against Sloane’s ass. She looks at me over her shoulder. I shrug because I can’t help my body’s reaction.
“Only if he plays with my clit again,” Sloane says.
Brad groans. “Then I want to be able to watch from the front. I want to see him slip inside you.”
I don’t mind that they’re talking about me as if I’m not there, as if I’m simply a cock. I don’t mind at all.