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22/02/2021
Well, I heard from some of the TODP readers that they wanted to hear what happened at the ladies party and if I went.
Well, I’ll answer the second question right now – yes, I went to the party. Gary really wanted me there and part of me wanted to be there and part of me didn’t. I didn’t want to get embarrassed in front of my co-workers. I also wanted to be there to help protect Gary in case things got out of hand. Afterall, it was of him and twelve of them.
We arrived early so Gary to prepare in a back room and I helped him. He stripped and I helped apply a thin coating of spice scented body oil to make his muscles shine and shine they did. The he got dressed item per item. By the time he was ready, most of the girls had arrived and the money was placed on the table. Sue said there would be twelve of them but word got out and fifteen showed up, meaning that there was fifteen hundred dollars on the table, just to watch my husband strip. Gary had never done anything risqué before and be and I were very nervous. We both justified it by our need for the money.
The evening started with plenty of wine and vodka and the girls were soon loose, loud and chanting for the Tarzan stripper. Sue put on some sexy music and called for Tarzan to come out. I swallowed hard with a lump in my throat when Gary danced into the room. He loves to dance and says it’s great exercise.
He danced around for a couple minutes and the girls began to get impatient and chanted – take it off, take it off. Gary started with his shirt and masterly unbuttoned it one button at a time and then through the shirt in my direction. Then came his slacks revealing a pair of khaki shorts. Next, Gary literally ripped off the t-shirt, revealing his very muscular chest and shiny muscle. I swear the ladies were louder than the music with their cheers and whistles. I honestly never knew girls could whistle that loud and it was more than one of them. He danced around some more and then took off the shorts, revealing the Tarzan loincloth I had made him, with just a flap in the front and one in the back, but nothing else under it. As he danced, the girls were getting flashes of his manhood, which was impressive, if I say so myself. Tracy, one of my co-workers, jumped up and yanked the loincloth down, revealing my husband’s manhood and jewels. The cheering and whistling was now deafening and hurt my ears.
As Gary danced around naked, the cheers kept getting raunchier and raunchier, making me nervous. Sue turned to me and told me no wonder I was so happy all the time.
Tracy then shouted, let’s get him girls, and many of them charged and swarmed him. I tried to stop them but Tracy barked at me that they intended to get their money’s worth. A few of the girls remained seated, but the rest mobbed Gary, knocking him to the floor and hands were all over his body, feeling his arms, muscular chest, six pack abs, legs and his manhood and jewels, causing his manhood grow fully hard. The girls were overjoyed by Gary’s size, which when fully hard is about ten inches long and fairly thick.
Tracy managed her way to Gary’s manhood and began stroking him. It wasn’t long before another of my lady co-workers was stroking my husband’s manhood and then another and another. All the time Gary was being stroked, as many of the ladies as possible continued to run their hands all over his body. I could tell by the way Gary’s face was clenched that he was trying his best to hold back from losing his seed, yet he couldn’t hold out indefinitely and finally erupted with a fountain that shot into the air, landing on some of the girls and on Gary.
As I watched this unfolding in front me, my emotions went through a gamut of different reactions. At first, I was upset and jealous but the spectacle progressed, my jealousy turned to erotic envy and pride, knowing that he was mine. I could see the lust on the girl’s faces and that lust only served to increase my pride.
When all the girls had their turn stroking Gary, Tracy announced it was time for the real thing and she stood over him in way that indicated she was going to sit on his manhood. I didn’t think either of us was ready for that, and I jumped up and said no more and stopped Tracy from feeling my husband inside her.
Gary got dressed, we gathered up the money and were about to leave when Sue asked if Gary would be willing to do another ladies party, again for a fee. It was obvious that the idea was unanimous by all of the girls from work. I told her we would talk about it and let her know.
We talked on the way home and both had the same mixed emotions about what all transpired and liberties taken. I do have to say that as soon as we got home, me both couldn’t get naked fast enough and we made love several times. We talked about Gary doing another party and we agreed that the money was great and needed, but I expressed my concern about my co-workers probably wanting to take it further next time and as I rode Gary’s manhood, we pondered the idea of what we would do if they did try to take it further. Gary convinced me that the fifteen hundred dollars was worth taking the chance and I reluctantly agreed.
The next Monday at work, my co-workers smiled at me all day and thanked me for letting Gary dance for them. Just before quitting time, I told them that we agreed to do it again but if they intended to take things further that it would cost them more money. Tracey was all in for more money for more liberties with Tarzan and soon, many of the others agreed and the next party was scheduled.
Well, I’ll answer the second question right now – yes, I went to the party. Gary really wanted me there and part of me wanted to be there and part of me didn’t. I didn’t want to get embarrassed in front of my co-workers. I also wanted to be there to help protect Gary in case things got out of hand. Afterall, it was of him and twelve of them.
We arrived early so Gary to prepare in a back room and I helped him. He stripped and I helped apply a thin coating of spice scented body oil to make his muscles shine and shine they did. The he got dressed item per item. By the time he was ready, most of the girls had arrived and the money was placed on the table. Sue said there would be twelve of them but word got out and fifteen showed up, meaning that there was fifteen hundred dollars on the table, just to watch my husband strip. Gary had never done anything risqué before and be and I were very nervous. We both justified it by our need for the money.
The evening started with plenty of wine and vodka and the girls were soon loose, loud and chanting for the Tarzan stripper. Sue put on some sexy music and called for Tarzan to come out. I swallowed hard with a lump in my throat when Gary danced into the room. He loves to dance and says it’s great exercise.
He danced around for a couple minutes and the girls began to get impatient and chanted – take it off, take it off. Gary started with his shirt and masterly unbuttoned it one button at a time and then through the shirt in my direction. Then came his slacks revealing a pair of khaki shorts. Next, Gary literally ripped off the t-shirt, revealing his very muscular chest and shiny muscle. I swear the ladies were louder than the music with their cheers and whistles. I honestly never knew girls could whistle that loud and it was more than one of them. He danced around some more and then took off the shorts, revealing the Tarzan loincloth I had made him, with just a flap in the front and one in the back, but nothing else under it. As he danced, the girls were getting flashes of his manhood, which was impressive, if I say so myself. Tracy, one of my co-workers, jumped up and yanked the loincloth down, revealing my husband’s manhood and jewels. The cheering and whistling was now deafening and hurt my ears.
As Gary danced around naked, the cheers kept getting raunchier and raunchier, making me nervous. Sue turned to me and told me no wonder I was so happy all the time.
Tracy then shouted, let’s get him girls, and many of them charged and swarmed him. I tried to stop them but Tracy barked at me that they intended to get their money’s worth. A few of the girls remained seated, but the rest mobbed Gary, knocking him to the floor and hands were all over his body, feeling his arms, muscular chest, six pack abs, legs and his manhood and jewels, causing his manhood grow fully hard. The girls were overjoyed by Gary’s size, which when fully hard is about ten inches long and fairly thick.
Tracy managed her way to Gary’s manhood and began stroking him. It wasn’t long before another of my lady co-workers was stroking my husband’s manhood and then another and another. All the time Gary was being stroked, as many of the ladies as possible continued to run their hands all over his body. I could tell by the way Gary’s face was clenched that he was trying his best to hold back from losing his seed, yet he couldn’t hold out indefinitely and finally erupted with a fountain that shot into the air, landing on some of the girls and on Gary.
As I watched this unfolding in front me, my emotions went through a gamut of different reactions. At first, I was upset and jealous but the spectacle progressed, my jealousy turned to erotic envy and pride, knowing that he was mine. I could see the lust on the girl’s faces and that lust only served to increase my pride.
When all the girls had their turn stroking Gary, Tracy announced it was time for the real thing and she stood over him in way that indicated she was going to sit on his manhood. I didn’t think either of us was ready for that, and I jumped up and said no more and stopped Tracy from feeling my husband inside her.
Gary got dressed, we gathered up the money and were about to leave when Sue asked if Gary would be willing to do another ladies party, again for a fee. It was obvious that the idea was unanimous by all of the girls from work. I told her we would talk about it and let her know.
We talked on the way home and both had the same mixed emotions about what all transpired and liberties taken. I do have to say that as soon as we got home, me both couldn’t get naked fast enough and we made love several times. We talked about Gary doing another party and we agreed that the money was great and needed, but I expressed my concern about my co-workers probably wanting to take it further next time and as I rode Gary’s manhood, we pondered the idea of what we would do if they did try to take it further. Gary convinced me that the fifteen hundred dollars was worth taking the chance and I reluctantly agreed.
The next Monday at work, my co-workers smiled at me all day and thanked me for letting Gary dance for them. Just before quitting time, I told them that we agreed to do it again but if they intended to take things further that it would cost them more money. Tracey was all in for more money for more liberties with Tarzan and soon, many of the others agreed and the next party was scheduled.
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Gary & Faye
