My husband, Allen, has been trying to get me to show him my old exotic dancing ever since we got married three years ago. Of course, that’s history now, but from the very first time I went onstage, I got hot and slippery knowing I had the power to drive men who had no hope of having me crazy by swaying my heavy breasts and rouged nipples just inches from their faces. I still have almost endless orgasms masturbating myself while remembering the need in their faces and the look in their eyes. I was a professional stripteaser for seven years, but after marriage I quit dancing and worked hard at being a faithful housewife.

My good friend Suellen and I have been keeping our bodies hard and slender at the same spa for a couple of years, and we tell each other everything. It’s been our grand secret that we danced in a... Read More