Thursday, 20 October 2016

A HOT NIGHT IN LANZEROTE

For a few years after my wife had got gangbanged on a 
Greek ferry we took our holidays at home, in order to 
avoid Susan getting out of hand whilst under the 
influence of cheap booze. Eventually we decided to go 
to Lanzerote in the Canary Islands. On our first three 
days there, the weather was glorious and we spent our 
days on the beach and our evenings in the hotel bar. 

The fourth day was overcast, so we took the bus to 
Costa Tequise to look round the very expensive shops. 
It was in one of those shops that my wife saw the 
bracelet, the one that she just had to have. I put my 
foot down and said no, as it would have taken all our 
spare holiday cash, but she wasn't convinced.

That night we were drinking in the hotel bar when she 
informed me that she would pay for the bracelet 
herself. She showed me a flyer from one of the big 
nightclubs which said, "Friday Night is Amateur Strip 
Night - Win 500 euros." 

"You are joking," I said. "You would be up against 
girls at least ten years younger than you, pretty young 
girls with pert boobs, long legs and tight little 
asses: they would laugh you off the stage." 

We did not realise that Juan the barman was listening 
to our conversation but he shook his head and said, "No 
Senor, you are wrong, all of the girls will be young 
and beautiful but they always look bored, dance without 
any enthusiasm and never take their panties off. Now 
your beautiful wife with her more rounded figure would 
drive the men wild. My brother is the manager of the 
club and I am sure that he would be prepared to give 
her some tips, that would ensure her success."

There was no stopping Sue now, and the next afternoon 
she went off with Juan to meet his brother at the club, 
while I lay on the beach sunbathing. It was a couple of 
hours before she returned, looking somewhat aroused and 
flustered, telling me that that she had the winnings in 
the bag. "It's all right getting your kit off in front 
of a couple of guys," I remarked, "but tomorrow night 
there will be about five hundred people in the club."

The next night Juan and I sat at the back of the club 
while Susan went off to get changed. The manager 
explained that the girl who got the loudest cheers 
would win and introduced the first contestant. The 
first two girls to take part were both English, and 
acted exactly as my barman friend described, totally 
lackluster performances ending up with their little 
thongs still in place.

They were followed by a very butch Dutch girl who used 
a large black dildo as a prop. She would have done 
well, except that most of the male clubbers knew that 
she was a dyke, because they had seen her round the 
resort with other lesbians.

That left one more competitor who my wife had to beat, 
a really pretty German girl with a superb figure. 
However, she made the mistake of teasing the audience 
by making out that she was going to drop her knickers, 
but instead wagged her finger at them, calling them 
"naughty boys." The result was that she got as many 
boos as cheers.

The love of my life then came on stage, clad in a white 
shirt, black leather mini skirt, black stockings and 
heels. She started dancing and it was quite obvious 
that her large boobs were not encased in a bra. She 
quickly lost the shirt and let the audience see her 
oversize chest jiggle every time she moved, her huge 
nipples sticking out like dustbin lids. The leather 
mini skirt quickly followed the shirt onto the floor, 
causing the watching hoards to gasp as they saw her 
clad in a tiny pair of red panties, stockings and 
heels.

The club manager then brought on a chair which Sue 
carefully sat on, keeping her knees tightly closed. She 
slowly eased the panties below her bottom, down her 
legs, until they were round her ankles. Then suddenly 
she whipped them off, threw them into the crowd and 
opened her legs wide. Not only that, but she wetted a 
couple of fingers and pushed them into her obviously 
aroused snatch.

I thought that the crowd would riot, the applause was 
so deafening, Susan had won the money for certain. As 
she left the stage the club manager announced that she 
had indeed won, and that she would be presented with 
the money in about an hour's time. 

Juan and I finished our drinks and then went backstage 
to congratulate her. We heard a lot of noise coming 
from the manager's office and walked in to find it full 
of horny men. Barmen, bouncers, other club workers, and 
even a couple of policemen were watching my naked wife 
getting fucked by the manager, on his desk. She was on 
her back with her feet almost touching her ears, 
moaning slightly as the randy Spaniard drove his large 
cock into her.

He lasted for about ten minutes before being replaced 
by not one but two guys, one hammering her pussy whilst 
his mate used her mouth. They worked in unison, one 
pistoning into her snatch, causing her to take more of 
the other guy's cock down her throat. All of the other 
men who were waiting their turn, laughed and cheered at 
my poor wife's situation, I knew that we were in for a 
long night.

The fucking seemed to go on for ever, as two guys 
climbed off her and the table, another two climbed on. 
Even Juan, my barman friend had his turn, taking my 
wife on her hands and knees. Just when I thought things 
could not get any worse they brought in the Dutch Dyke 
with her enormous black dildo. The guys were ecstatic 
when then saw Susan having to take the rubber monster 
into her much abused cunt.

The manager then realised that the only person in the 
room not to have got his rocks off was me. It was the 
most humiliating thing ever, when I was grabbed, had my 
pants pulled down and my reluctantly hard cock 
introduced into my Susan stretched and sore vagina. The 
muscles that controlled her pussy were so stretched 
that they had lost their elasticity, I could hardly 
feel her, she was that loose. Despite the fact that it 
was like shagging the Mersey tunnel I am ashamed to say 
that I came very quickly, adding my jism to the gallons 
already in her.

When she went out on stage to be presented with her 
winnings the bastards would not let her clean herself 
up, let alone get dressed. Her king size nipples were 
raw from all the sucking they had endured, her face and 
hair were covered in dried cum whilst a steady trickle 
ran down her legs from her loose and reddened vagina. 
If the five hundred spectators were excited before, 
they were over the moon now, as they saw my love 
paraded in front of them like a hooker who had done a 
year's work in one go.

She did get the money, she did buy the bracelet, but it 
took weeks before her pussy muscles went back to 
normal. After that episode I was determined to spend 
all our future holidays in somewhere quiet like 
Bournmouth, but I was wrong.

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