Jason Cannon - Stripper wife

The band of material was just wide enough to cover the ends of her breasts; it left the upper and lower curves bare.

Natalie was dipping into her bag. Suddenly she turned to him with a tube of sun tan lotion.

"You'd better let me rub some of this into you," she said. "You don't want to get burned."

"You mean that?" he said.

"Sure," she replied, flashing him a smile that he had never seen before.

Obediently, he rolled over on his back and put one hand under his head. In the other hand he gripped the can of beer. Natalie sprinkled a few drops of the greasy liquid onto his chest. Then she set the tube aside and began to rub the stuff, into his skin.

Her fingers were tender yet firm, and she rubbed with a kind of half-caress.

Her fingers traced the solid contours of his muscles. When she bent over him, he could see deep between her breasts. She did his chest and shoulders, then his arms, one at a time. Then she moved down along his body and began to rub the oil into his legs.

From the tops of his thighs to his shins, Barry's legs were covered with a thick mat of curly hair. Natalie began at the shins and worked her way upward.

He felt a kind of tenseness come over him as she came closer and closer to his bathing suit. Then she was rubbing his thighs, her long fingers kneading the heavy muscles. She grinned down at him and her voice was a whisper.

"That suit is a little too tight for a man who is going to get excited just from having suntan lotion rubbed on him."

He looked down. Sure enough, his cock was getting hard. He looked at Natalie and realized that there was more than just casual interest in his cock.

He thought: What the hell is going on?

He said: "Maybe you'd better stop, then."

"But I'm not through yet. And I don't care how excited you get."

Her hands continued to stroke him and move higher up along his thighs. Then her fingers were right at the edge of his trunks. He felt them slip under the tight leg band.

Her hands found his cock and it immediately grew rigid and tense in her fingers. Quickly he glanced over at the other girls. Their backs were turned from him.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Learning," she replied.

So that's it, he thought, she's, just fooling around, teasing.

"You better cut that out," be said. "I won't be responsible for what happens."

"I don't want you to be responsible. I just want you to let it happen."

He looked her straight in the eye, "Do you mean that?"

"The first chance we get," she said, almost blowing his mind. "Now do me!"

Barry squeezed liquid from the tube and put it on her belly. He rubbed it into the flesh between the top of the bottom half of her suit and the under curves of her breasts. When be did her thighs, he took extra time near her cunt. Once he looked up to see Chile staring daggers at him. Then he did the area between the top of the narrow band of cloth and the base of her throat, his hand sliding over the silky upper curves of her breasts.

He squeezed and, kneaded the flesh until he could see her nipples thrusting out against the cloth. Her jaw was clenched against any gasp of passion, but what he felt was evident in her gleaming eyes and flared nostrils. He knew she wanted to writhe and squirm.

Well, well, well, Barry thought, she really did mean it. He didn't know how far Natalie would really go, but he was going to find out at the first opportunity.

It came after they had gone in for a swim and eaten some lunch. They all stretched out for a nap and Barry yawned and stretched. "I think I'll hike a little," he said. "Anyone want to come along?"

"Me," Betty said, jumping to her feet "I could use some exercise."

At this, Chile sat up. "I guess I'll go along, too." She really didn't want to walk, but she wasn't going to let Barry get Betty off alone in the woods.

"I'll go, too," Natalie said, rising.

Chile changed her mind then. Barry wasn't likely to do anything with Betty if Natalie were along, even though Natalie had been teasing him with her body all day. Chile had surmised that it was probably Natalie's way of retaliating for what he and Ellie had done the previous night.

The three people walked into the woods. It was cooler under the shade of the trees and their bare feet made no sound on the thick mat of dead leaves and grass.

Once they were out of earshot of the others, Betty spoke. "If you two want to go ahead, don't mind me. I could see you wanted to get away from Chile, so I volunteered to go along… you two go ahead."

Barry smiled at her gratefully and Natalie reached out to squeeze her arm.

Before they moved on, Barry failed to see the knowing glance that passed between the two girls.

They walked until they came, to a bend, then Barry stepped off the path and led her into the woods.

When they came to a small clearing he stopped and turned to her. She was already stripping off her swim suit, and he did the same. When they were both naked they came together with a soft smack of flesh on flesh, their fingers digging into each other, their bare bodies grinding together.

"Why?" he said suddenly.

"Because… if we're all going to stay together, we might as well be together," Natalie said. "In everything. You know about Betty and me last night?"

"Yes," he said.

"Well, Ellie's back there right now working on Chile."

He threw back his head and laughed. "I'll be damned," he said.

"Hurry," Natalie urged him, "before I lose my nerve."

Ellie watched the three figures disappear into the woods and her excitement grew. The plan the three girls had hatched up in the trailer was working out perfectly. Natalie was going through with her part of the bargain and now all Ellie had to do was seduce Chile.

They were, alone now, she and Chile. Chile was lying on her back, her face turned up toward the sun and her eyes closed. Her great breasts rose and fell in slow, steady breathing. Ellie's mouth watered as she examined the wide, puffy mound where Chile's pubic hair pushed the swim suit outward to outline the expanse of her cunt.

She was looking at Chile with the same inner excitement with which a man might approach a virgin. This was new flesh, uncharted territory.

Chile was aware of Ellie beside her. Ellie's shadow fell across her closed eyes and darkened the insides of her lids. Her mind was awhirl with conflicting thoughts. The shadow over her eyelids disappeared, then she felt Ellie stretch out beside her. The other girl was so close that she could feel the heat of her body and the softness of breast pressing against her shoulder.

"Are you asleep" Ellie asked softly.

"No," Chile answered.

"It's falling apart, isn't it?"

"What's falling apart?"

"Us. We were all right until Barry came along. The funniest thing about it is that it really isn't his, fault. The trouble was inside us all the time. He's just the catalyst. He came into our lives and started some kind of chain reaction."

Chile opened her eyes, rolled over on her hip to face Ellie. Ellie was also on one hip and they lay facing each other with only an inch of space between their bodies. Chile looked deep into Ellie's eyes.

"That sounds strange coming from you," she said. "You were always the cynic, the hard one who was just along for the ride. You never seemed to get involved with the rest of us. I always thought of you as kind of an outsider who didn't give a damn about the group, or the rest of us."

"It's Barry again," Ellie said.

"How?"

"I knew him before… in fact, I was married to him."

"Jesus," Chile said, staring at the other girl." You don't mean it."

"Yes, I do. And last night I found him just as appealing as Natalie. I hope she finds him as appealing as me."

"What are you talking about?" Chile said.