Jason Cannon - Stripper wife

"Jesus… a fucking harem and I'm not satisfied," he grumbled aloud.

"You say somethin', buddy?"

Barry looked red-faced at the counterman.

"Huh?… no, no, I was… just talking to myself. How much do I owe you?"

When he got back to the, gas station the car was ready. He pulled it up to the gas pumps and had the tank filled. While he waited behind the wheel almost feel Ellie's thighs locked around his hips. He paid the attendant and pulled away from the station with squealing tires protesting his hard driving.

He wanted Ellie again, and he wanted Betty, and he might as well admit it, he didn't want to give up Chile. Christ, he wanted the world. Well, why not?

Wasn't he the world's greatest stud service?

Barry hadn't wanted to admit to himself that half the high salary he got was because of his ability to satisfy Chile's insatiable sexual desires.

But there it was, and he didn't like it.

When he walked back into the trailer the girls, were all awake and in the living room. Ellie didn't meet his eyes when he glanced at her. She and Natalie were poured into slacks with halters that left more of their breasts hanging out than in. Betty wore a pair of shorts so tight that part of the material had crawled up into the crack of her pussy. She, too, wore a halter and every time she moved a little more of her dark nipples came into view.

Barry felt his cock immediately start to rise. He flopped into a chair in order to hide it.

Chile was the only one of the four who still wore a nightgown. It reached just the tops of her thighs and when she moved it might as well have come to just the tips of her breasts. Her pubic bush gleamed in the open every time it flopped.

Barry watched her cross the room to him. Her bold nudity was like a symbol of their relationship, her ownership of him. She smiled and moved to the arm of his chair. Her ass pressed against his shoulder and she leaned over him to envelope his face in the perfumed flesh of her breasts.

"What's the matter, lover?" Chile said. "Need that taken care of?" She reached down and caressed the bulge of his cock through his jeans.

For some reason, it pissed him off. "Yeah."

"Well, c'mon then," Chile said, smiling and rising to stand beside the chair.

"Come where?" Barry said, his teeth clenched lightly together.

"To the bedroom, silly."

"Why bother," he replied, unzipping his fly and freeing his cock. It danced and bobbed like a rigid spear above his groin. "Why not right here? What, the hell, let everybody watch. Aren't we supposed to be one happy family?" He squeezed and fisted his cock, making the head swell to gigantic proportions.

"Jesus," Chile said. "What's gotten into you all of a sudden?"

"Nothin'," he replied. "C'mon, Chile, climb aboard… let's fuck."

"Disgusting," Natalie said from across the room. "I'm not going to sit here and watch this. C'mon, Ellie."

She moved toward their bedroom and when Ellie didn't move, she stopped and turned.

"Stick around, Ellie," Barry said, standing and waving his huge hunk of meat back and forth in front of him. "Shit, you might even learn something."

"ELLIE!" Natalie shouted from the doorway.

Ellie bit her lip and looked from Barry's cock to Natalie and back again.

Natalie shouted again, a note of hysteria coming into her voice. Ellie slowly turned and, like a robot, followed Natalie from the room.

"Well, that just leaves the three of us," Barry said.

"Shit," Betty said, smiling. "I'm game." She hooked her thumbs in her shorts and wrestled them down her legs. Her dark pussy thrust forward in invitation when she again stood upright.

Chile looked from her to Barry's cock and licked her lips. She was tempted. She had been horny all morning since she had awakened and found Barry gone from the trailer. Finally, she shook her head.

"No, thanks," she said at last. "Threesomes don't turn me on. I like to fuck private."

"Chicken," Betty said.

"Shut up," Chile hissed at her.

"Then let's get the fuck outta here," Barry said, stuffing his cock back into his pants. "We can make the next town by tomorrow morning."

An hour later they were on the road. Natalie and Ellie were in the back seat.

Nat was reading and Ellie was staring out the window, deep in her own thoughts.

Betty sat on the other side of the back seat and Barry's eyes met hers every time he looked into the rear-view mirror. She was smiling at him, and when she saw him looking her tongue would come out of her mouth and slide slowly over her full, ripe lips.

Chile sat next to him on the front seat, her shoulder pressing against his and her hand on his thigh up above the knee. There was plenty of room for her to move over, but she sat close to him. Whenever she moved, her soft breast would dig into his ribs.

At two in the afternoon they stopped for lunch in a sleepy little town. The restaurant had a homey atmosphere, with waitresses in gingham aprons and bright smiles on their faces. The group was curiously subdued. Each of the four girls seemed deep in her own thoughts, and none was interested in any of the others.

The food, fatigue and general anxiety made Barry very sleepy. They stopped for gas before heading out of the town, and on the short ride from the restaurant to the gas station, he yawned constantly.

"Trade places with me, will you, Chile?" Betty said from the rear.

"Why?" Chile asked coldly.

"Because I can't sleep sitting up and I can't even half lie down with three of us back there."

Reluctantly, Chile traded and Barry maneuvered the big car and the trailer back to the highway.

During the next hundred miles, the girls went out one by one. Betty ended up with her head on his thighs and her hand resting lightly on his cock.

Pretty soon even Barry could take it no longer. He waited until the next rest stop and rolled the car to a smooth halt. It was hot so he rolled all the windows down and settled as comfortably as he could against the door.

It was then that Betty came awake.

She pushed herself off Barry's shoulder and sat up to stretch and yawn, her unhampered breasts pushing out at the soft stuff of her blouse. She opened her purse and fished out a pack of cigarettes.

"What time is it?" she asked as she waited for the dashboard lighter to pop.

"About nine."

"You want one of these?" She held out her lit cigarette.

"Yeah."

"Take this one. I'll light another," she, said, thrusting the cigarette between his lips.

He clamped his teeth down over the filter and moved the cigarette to the corner of his mouth where the drifting smoke wouldn't get into his eyes. Betty lit another cigarette for herself.

"Hey," she suddenly whispered. "Everyone's asleep."

"So?" he replied.

"So?" she said indignantly. "So let's go over under those trees and finish what we started. Or does Chile have you all to herself?"

"She hasn't got me anywhere," he sighed, expelling a cloud of smoke at the same time.

"I think she thinks she owns your body," Betty teased.

"You mean because I sleep with her? We have fun, but that's all there is to it.

She's not holding me here. I could quit tomorrow without a pang."

"Except that you'd be missing a lot of good loving."

"It's not that good," Barry said evenly. "And the funny thing about sex is that when you're getting it, it doesn't really mean very much. It's only when you aren't getting any that you think about it all the time."

"Well, I certainly had you thinking about it this morning," she said with a giggle.

"Why not? You're one hell of a good-looking woman. And with you there's still the mystery."

"You mean, once you made love to me you wouldn't be interested?"

"I mean I wouldn't be as interested as I was this morning I'll always be interested. I'd have to be made of stone not to be."