Jason Cannon - Stripper wife

Her face was set in a serious expression, but there was no anger in her eyes.

"You feel better than you did last night?" he asked.

"Do you?" she retorted.

"I guess so…why?"

"Didn't you get laid last night? You really are some stud when you can convert lesbians. How was Ellie? Is she a good fuck? Is she better than me?"

His body tensed. He had the sudden desire to just tell her the truth… tell her about him and Ellie, but he decided to pass. "Fair," he said, putting as much sarcasm in his voice as he could muster.

"Well, you got one and you lost one," Chile said, letting her anger boil.

"What does that mean?"

"You fucked Betty, didn't you?"

"Yes, I fucked Betty," Barry said. "So what?"

"So evidently you didn't do a very good job on her."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means," Chile said, a sadistic smile spreading across her lips, "that the one time you fucked her should have been a better one than you gave her.

Because that's probably the first and last piece you'll ever get out of her.

Know what she was doing last night? She was playing suck and fuck with Natalie.

I heard them and took a look. They were all tangled up eating hell out of each other… and Betty was on top."

"Goddamn it, shut up!" Barry shouted the words, then looked guiltily around as though he feared he'd been overheard.

"Don't worry, dear heart," Chile said icily. "There's nobody here. The queers are all out. Except for the one who's standing here in front of me."

Barry let the slur on his manhood pass. Chile was fully aware of his masculinity; she was only trying to get his goat.

She turned her back and spoke to the wall. "All of a sudden I'm on tour with a bunch of gays. What a way to make a living!"

He had a tremendous urge to step across the small room and slap her just once, hard across the face. But he knew it would do no good. Instead, he stalked out of the trailer.

He didn't want to go right back, so he walked around to the shady side of the trailer and pulled his cigarettes out of a trouser pocket.

A noise from inside the trailer made him look around, and he found himself standing beneath one of the high screened windows. By going up on the tips of his toes he could see inside.

It was Chile's bedroom, and she'd just slammed the door behind her. Her face was a contorted mask and her mouth moved as she muttered to herself. For a moment or two she stalked around the room, then stopped before the full-length mirror.

Her eyes traveled up and down the length of her reflection and her hands moved to the hooks of her halter between her breasts. She stepped closer to inspect her breasts, and Barry couldn't help but feel the tendrils of excitement at her semi-nudity.

Those breasts rode high and firm on her chest, pure white like marble, with a faint trace of blue veins near the brown nipples. They were firm yet soft-looking. He knew that in the valley between her breasts, her skin was covered with tiny blonde hairs, fine and silky and so small they couldn't be seen from further away than a couple of inches. He remembered that after they had been making love for a while the skin would glisten with perspiration, and she would taste of salt.

Her nipples were only tiny dots in their brown circles of pebbled flesh. And he knew that would happen to them if he ran his tongue lightly over them. They would stir and grow. They would become darker as they filled with blood. And finally they would be as large and swollen as grapes.

Chile would moan and gasp when he took one of them between his teeth, her hands would force his head deeper into the softness, almost smothering him at times as she rolled her chest against his face. She would put her fingers into his ears, or dig her nails into his scalp as she rode her passionate wave.

The girl in the mirror moved her hands to the button at the waistband of her short shorts and forced the tight material down over the lush contours of her buttocks. She kicked them away with a flip of her foot and then bent to push down her panties. Now she was completely naked and he could see both sides of her. In the mirror he could see the front of her body, high breasts dropping down to smooth stomach, then tapered belly flowing into the darkness of her lush, exciting, pleasure-giving pussy.

Barry had a hard-on.

From his position outside the window, he could see the twin spheres of her ass.

His mind surged with pictures and sense memories of the feel of those satin mounds, the way the flesh would give when he tightened his hands on them, the way they would jerk and twitch when she reached her climax. He could almost feel them pressed, against his cock, the way they had been that time he made her get on her hands and knees and he'd come at her from behind.

God, he wanted her. He wanted her cunt over his cock and he wanted his face buried between those massive, fleshy tits.

But then he wanted Ellie, too. And Betty. Hell, he bad even thought about eating Natalie, if that was her only desire.

Shit, he wanted them all. If it were legal he would even marry them all. He could fuck them and they could fuck each other when they wanted to, and they could just go on touring and fucking forever.

Then he heard the car on the gravel. The door slammed and the girls went into the trailer. He waited a few minutes and then followed them.

He flopped on the sofa and tried reading the paper, but it was impossible to concentrate. He was about to leave when the three girls, Natalie, Ellie and Betty, emerged from the bedroom and arranged themselves around the sofa.

"We're all going on a picnic," Betty said. "Out in the woods… that spot by the lake that the waitress told us about."

"I don't feel like it," Barry said.

"You will when you get there," Ellie said. "I'll get Chile."

She moved toward the other bedroom and Barry examined the expressions on the remaining two girls' faces. There was something determined and set about the way they looked at him. Something that told him this was more than just your every day, run of the mill picnic.

He decided to go along with whatever it was they planned to do.

It took them over an hour to reach the lake. It was a beautiful place, set off in the woods far from the highway. The only way to reach it was along a rutted cow path which wound through a thick forest of tall trees.

When they broke out of the trees, Barry stopped the car and looked around. The lake was large and sparkling clear. In places the trees came right down to the water's edge. A cleared area at the end of the cow path served as a makeshift beach. There was no sand, but the grass was soft.

Barry took his swimming suit and left the girls in the car to change. It seemed a little silly to have to change behind a tree alone, when he'd seen all of them nude so many times before. He stepped behind a bush and stripped off his clothes, then put on his suit.

When he got back to the cleared space, the girls had set out two large blankets. The food was in a basket, and the beer was in a cooler full of ice.

Seeing Natalie in a bathing suit was a strange experience. Here to fore she'd always been careful not to expose her body to him, but this afternoon she wore a very tight, very skimpy bikini.

Her trim lean body was white from lack of sun, but she was as beautiful as any of the girls. Her sexual preference seemed odd in the light of her appearance.

Barry popped a can of beer and stretched out on one of the blankets. To his surprise, Natalie slipped in beside him while the other three girls occupied the second blanket.

Well, he thought, throwing a sideways glance at her, no nooky this afternoon.

But Natalie did look good in a bikini. The bottom part was made of two tiny triangles of cloth tied together with thin strings. And the top was a narrow band of elastic with hooks which fastened in the valley between her breasts.