Private Show

For the last six months I’ve been participating in a unique exercise class to get my pre-baby body back. This isn’t your ordinary workout for moms. It involves a striper pole and some exotic dancing. Don’t get me wrong; it’s great for cardio and toning, but even better when it comes to bedroom activities. I hadn’t dance for him yet, but let’s just say I was a lot more flexible and felt even sexier.

Everything was kosher until a church deacon saw me leaving the establishment and told my hubby James, a church deacon as well. And he was not too happy when I got home. He yelled. We argued. And he told me how embarrassed and ashamed he was that I’d do this. He slept in the guest bedroom that night and the few nights to follow.

How could something I’d hope to share with him make him so mad? It wasn’t like I was going to do this for a living. James is a very sexual man and loves trying new things. But he is very conservative and protective about our sex life. He even doesn’t like us talking about it with our friends.

Three days went by with us sleeping in separate beds and no touching. The only times words were exchanged is when it concerned our son or when he came to get his clothes for the day.

One early morning, we collided when he came to our room. We grabbed each other to steady ourselves, but neither of us could let go. And that’s when I noticed he wasn’t wearing a shirt and he probably noticed I was wrapped in just towel, as I had just gotten out of the shower.

His hold on my hips became tighter as he subtlety pulled me into him. My eyes were glued to his succulent lips when his I felt the throbbing flesh I’d been denied these past three days poke my stomach.

My hands gripped his shoulders as if I was holding on to dear life. Our breaths were coming out in pants due to this missed intimacy, missed caressing of skin.

I couldn’t take it anymore; I forcefully planted my lips on his. It didn’t take long for him to grant my tongue access. He jerked the towel from body as he pushed me onto the bed. His hands found my ass and his kiss turned to bites on my bottom lips. He’d sometimes suck my lips or tongue. I could feel wetness coating my inner thighs. I needed and wanted him.

My fingers slipped into his boxers and found his hard dick. My slow strokes caused his kisses to become short breaths against my lips. After a few slow, tortuous pumps from my hand, he slid his boxers off and he positioned himself at my slick entrance. I could feel his the pre-cum drip from his tip as we kissed again.

“Waaaahhhhhhhhh,” wailed our earlier riser through the baby monitor.

“Crap,” he gasped. Our reunion and much needed release were now over.

He slightly raised his body from mine, but his soft tender lips remained inches from mine, while our little one mumbled his frustrations.

“James,” I whispered. “I’m sorry for all of this all of this.”

After a few minutes of staring at each other, he said, “I’ll get the baby.” Lifting up from me and handing me my towel, he left. Moments later I heard the intimate conversation between father and son through the baby monitor.

As he was leaving for work, he came to say goodbye to the baby who sat on my hip. He kissed and tickled little man until he was giggling and squirming in my arms.

“Have a good day,” I said hoping our son’s happy manner rubbed off on him.

“Yeah, thanks,” he said, his deep brown eyes pouring into my soul. Then he was gone.

With our morning reunion interrupted, I wasn’t the best company amongst my coworkers. I really needed to blow off my pent up sexual tension. Since I couldn’t attend my dance class, I settled for a three-mile run.

When I got home, the house was dark and quiet. Since my boys were out, I decided to take a bath to soak my sore muscles. I wanted touch myself, but he and I made rules that we couldn’t touch ourselves when we were mad at each other. Dumb rule.

Twenty minutes in, I heard the front door close. Guess James and the baby were home. Though I wasn’t clear where we stood, I wanted to see my little man. I hurried out of the tub, clad in just my short silk robe and quick dab of cocoa butter. When I got downstairs, I saw only James sitting on the couch in his study.

“Hey. Umm…where’s junior?” I asked walking towards him.

“With my mom.”

“Oh. Umm…are you hun-”

“Show me,” he interrupted pointing to his left.

There to my right was a stripper pole that hadn’t been there this morning.

“Huh? Show-w you on tt-that? I said stuttering.

“Yes, show me what you’ve learned in that class on that pole,” he calmly said sinking further in his chair and turning on the stereo. “You know, every night this week, I would jack off to you dancing, to you doing obscene things that pole while I watched. So you gonna show me? Hmmm?”

A mid beat R&B song played while we stared at each other. I stood there not knowing what to do.

“I’m waiting Kendra,”

This was my first time dancing in front of him. And him smiling lewdly at me as he leant back in his chair was making so nervous, but so horny.

“If I told you how sexy you look, would that be enough to make you start dancing?” He asked.

“Kendra you look real good without any panties on, baby…” James said. “I know you have a nice pussy and some beautiful tits. You going to show me? Show me what you learned.”

“Ok,” I said, reaching for the sash of my robe.

As the music started, I began to move my full hips to the beat. I slowly pulled the sash apart, pushing my robe to my shoulders until it fell and pooled at my feet. His eyes bulged when he saw my bare, brown pussy. Now, a little more comfortable, my hips found a rhythm and showed my husband what could do. Twirling around, bending over, shaking and grinding my hips, I felt so good.

I moved in front of the pole, swaying to the music as I lifted my hands up to my breasts, cupping the soft, tender globes gently. As my back rested against the pole, I raised one arm, running my fingers through my hair, while the other hand gently pulled and tugged on my nipple.

“Goodness baby…” James said panting. I could see his cock swelling inside his trousers.

I turned around showing off my plump cheeks and flared hips, courtesy of junior. I reached up to hold the pole, lifting one leg slightly and danced and twirled against it as if I was riding James’ cock. Behind me I could hear him encouraging me, but I was in a trance. I think I was cumming from the feel of the cold pole against my pussy lips.

“Gosh Kendra. Come here. NOW!”

I immediately jumped to his command and straddled his jean-clad lap. My hips continued to move, as I wanted to show him my lap dance. My hands rested on both sides of his head, my head thrown back as slowly and methodically rode my clothed stallion. I felt his hands run up the curve of my hip en route to my taut nipple where his lips suckled, but before he could reach his destination, I gently slapped his face away.

“No touching,” I gave him a stern warning.

“This is for you,” I smiled sweetly before I fished out his pulsating cock.

Once I found it. I didn’t take anytime placing his pale dick in my mouth. I put strong emphasis on his purple head, aggressively sucking it as jacked off the base of his cock. I could feel him getting close. I too was close and ready to cum again, until I felt tugging on my hair.

“No, I’m cumming in you. Take off my clothes. NOW!” His voice expressed urgency as he grabbed my throat and swallowed my moans with his lips. My feet pushed his pants and boxers the rest of the way down, while I tired to unbutton his shirt unsuccessfully. Finally nothing separated us but a thin layer of sweat. After a moment of peering into each other’s eyes, his entry was a fast, hard thrust. It took him a whole minute to withdraw and plunged back in.

We were so in sync. Our hips were hitting at the right time. It seems the harder he pounded, the deeper my nails went into his back. I was so turned by his brutal force. But suddenly I felt him standup with me still straddling him. He pushed the desk chair out of the way and placed my on the cool wood floor, without disconnecting our bodies. James started to fuck me faster and harder. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he continued to pound.

My orgasm was powerful and body seizing. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breath, and couldn’t think. My nerve ends were taking the best of me. I was stiff I his arms. In this moment, I could only manage a silent open-mouthed scream. By the time I came down, he was ready to cum. As rope after rope of his essence filled me, his throat emitted deep grunts and groans against my neck followed by the piercing of his teeth.

When he was finally spent, his heavy frame rested comfortably against my lifeless body. When I could manage some ounce of strength, I rubbed his slick brown locks from his face and intermittently kissed his forehead.

He finally lifted up on his forearms and gave me a deep passionate kiss.

“‘I’m sorry. I overreacted and I was wrong to punish you and ignore you,” he said kissing my breasts and moving down my to my somewhat tone tummy.

“You’re oo-kkay. I shoulda t-told you,” I struggled to get out, but his tongue was French kissing my belly button. He continued to apologize by eating me out on his office floor.

I spent the rest of the night, next morning and mid-afternoon showing my hubby my newly acquired skills. Needless to say, I continued to attend my class, as James paid the membership in full for the next six months.

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9 replies
  1. Lovinghusband says:

    O MaritalBliss (Kendra) – this was such an amazing story. More than anything, my heart sings
    for joy that you two reconciled so deeply and completely over what happened. What a combination
    of a story of not only godly reconciliation – but you masterfully turned us all “on a dime” by how
    erotically charged it became!! Wow!! I’ll say it again: Wow!! There are so many good, heartfelt,
    and sensuous stories on MH. This is one of the best I’ve ever read. The thing that we saw all the
    way through is that both of you were trying to do right for the other in your own minds. That must
    have been a long, difficult 3 days. Yet, what a joyful resolution. If the story was only about what
    happened sexually – it would still be a hot story. Yet, with all that happened this is a classic. I hate
    to speak of it as a “story” – because it can sound like fiction – I wish I had a better word. God’s rich
    blessings in Christ be on you and James! Thank you for this! LH

  2. CMLove says:

    Absolutely loved the story, Marital Bliss!! It was such a blessing to my heart to hear that you two made up at the end. I know the agony one feels when they try to do something FOR their spouse and then end up hurting his heart because it was misunderstood. What a beautiful gift honesty and openness is…for both parties! And your writing is so good- I got wet just thinking about “chance” meetings in nothing but a towel! Thank you so much for sharing! Very hot!!

  3. hornyGG says:

    Stripper pole! Very nice! I loved this story Marital Bliss, really hot! Been fingering my pussy and getting pretty close, so let me finish by saying, keep writing, God bless and Stay horny my dear. Oh my!

  4. Upcomingauthor says:

    WOW! Wifey and I have talked about getting a pole for a while, SHARING THIS NOW! And going to see if I can get her some lessons, she’s been trying to lose her baby weight maybe this is the way she didn’t know how she wanted to do it 🙂

  5. Alicia G. M. says:

    Sounds like fun! Got a friend who has a stripper pole in her house. I’m not very good at it though. Feel silly.

    Great story! Thanks for posting and God bless.

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