“Nothing much, just the usual. I might go for a coffee after lunch, to that new place a few blocks away, but other than that I don’t have any real plans love.” Connie smiled up at her husband. “What about you?”
“Work, meetings, the usual.” Derek picked up his briefcase. “The normal boring day for me. Still, it can’t be helped. Maybe we can take in a movie tonight?”
“That would be nice,” she smiled and tugged his tie into place. “Go on, you’re going to be late.”
“That’s one thing about being the boss, no one’s going to pull me up for being late.” He flashed a grin her way and brushed the tips of his fingers over her cheek. “I love you, remember that.”
“Not something I could ever forget.” Her heart skipped a beat as she looked into his eyes. “I don’t think you know just what I’d do to keep you happy and keep you in my life.”
“Maybe one day we’ll explore that together,” his smile warmed through her being. “But not now. Sorry love, I really do have to go.” He pressed one brief, tantalizing kiss against her lips, his tongue sliding between her lips, tasting her then he was gone, vanished through the door without another word.
Derek was a rare man and she was a lucky woman. As far as she knew, and he’d given her no reason to doubt this, Derek had never strayed. He loved her, cared for her, and took the time and effort to tell her what he was doing, where he was going and he still made time for her. How many other women could say that about their husbands?
Not many that she knew of.
Connie peered out of the window, watching as his car pulled out of the drive way before she pulled the drapes closed. With her husband gone there would be a chance to get her exercise routine done without him staring at her. Or worse. Laughing at her. She had enough time now, work called him away, he’d be gone all day, but she didn’t like to take any chances. Not with what she had in mind.
Alright, maybe that wasn’t fair. Derek wouldn’t have laughed, but she felt strange enough following through with the routine every day, the last thing she needed would be to see the look on his face if he walked in on her. She looked silly and she knew it.
The car had vanished, the sound of the engine faded into the background before Connie had the chance to set out a towel and bottle of water. Good, he doesn’t need to be around, staring at me, when I do this. Every day she waited until he was gone before she started to work, it wasn’t that she didn’t love, or trust him, it was quite simply that – well – she thought it looked silly.
Being jolted out of her routine by his laughter wasn’t her idea of fun.
Twenty years of marriage had changed things. At nearly forty she wasn’t the pretty blonde thing he’d first brought into his bed but it didn’t mean that she couldn’t try to keep things interesting. Her body wasn’t as nubile as it had once been. There were a few stretch marks, silver hairs and wrinkles, but that was to be expected with age and she wasn’t about to get any younger.
“Silly idea,” she muttered as she turned on the music and set up the pole. A friend of hers had introduced her to the idea of pole dancing as a form of exercise but Connie had laughed it off, until she’d come across the pole and DVD set in a catalogue. Now, two months into her routine, she had become used to some of the moves.
Sure, she’d never make a living as a stripper, but it had at least begun to make her feel a little better about herself. The difference had been noticeable in her clothing as well. She’d dropped a dress size, not that she’d needed to lose much weight to begin with. More a case of tone up what nature had tried to pull out of shape, thanks to the unrelenting caress of gravity.
She wasn’t what some would call slim, but neither was she terribly overweight either. Derek had never minded the extra curves but it didn’t mean that she had to let her muscles lose their tone either. With the pole set up and the DVD on, it didn’t take long for Connie to limber up and start her routine.
Her hips rolled as she moved around the pole, letting the now familiar moves take control of her body. Her eyes closed, the beat of the music poured through her senses, taking control as she danced around the metal pole.
Sweat beaded across her body, time lost meaning as she moved, surrendering to the beat that pumped through the room. Her thighs tightened, hips pressed against the pole as she arched backward, her hair brushing against the rug as she heard it. The door opened.
Through the sweat and hair she saw him. Derek. Connie’s grip on the pole faltered. With a whimper she stumbled back to the floor, jarring her hips and backside, and worst of all, her pride.
“God, are you alright?” Derek dropped his briefcase and darted to her. “What happened? What are you doing? Is that what I think it is?”
The color drained from her face and Connie’s mouth dried out as he helped her back to her feet. “I was just exercising.”
“But that’s a strippers pole! How can that be exercise? Where did you get that thing in the first place?” Derek made sure he’d settled her down on the edge of the bed before he turned off the music and walked back to the pole. “Did you – I have to know where you went to get one of these. How did you ever get it set up?”
The clever device had been extended so it pressed against both the floor and the ceiling, locking it in place through a series of quick locks. Connie had struggled the first three or four times she’d put the pole up, but after that it had become second nature to her. Just as the routine had become.
“I picked it up out of one of those little catalogues that come in through the mail. The one with the floaty dresses and fairies in? One arrives in the mail every quarter.” God, please let him remember the one I mean. The last thing she needed was for Derek to think she’d been wandering into seedy sex shops.
Not that there should be a problem, but – but what if he thought she’d been going to those places because he’d lost the ability to sate her sexually? No, she didn’t need that.
“I thought those were just full of clothing and things.” He turned and stared at her. “Not things like this.”
“They also sell naked yoga DVD’s and erm women’s stimulators.” Heat flushed across her cheeks in a heartbeat as he flashed her a confused look. “Vibrators love, they sell vibrators.”
“Oh,” he touched the pole again then looked back at her. “I wasn’t expecting – so this is for exercise? How does it work?”
“Yes,” she folded her hands in her lap and tried to calm her growing nerves. “It’s exercise and have you ever known of a stripper who wasn’t fit?”
“Since you put it that way – no,” he flashed a grin. “Not that I’ve known many strippers in my time.”
“Of course you haven’t.” Connie resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
“So, why didn’t you tell me? About the exercise plans I mean.”
“I thought you’d laugh at me. I mean, I’m no spring chicken. I thought you’d think it was funny, or strange, or maybe that I was now insane?”
“I see, so do you want to know what I thought when I walked in on you? Or would you rather I didn’t say?”
“Tell me, please,” better that she know now that he had seen her, than be left with her own assumptions.
“I thought I’d walked into a wet dream.”
“What?”
“My wife, dancing, like a stripper, performing like that with no one else watching but me. I didn’t know what was going on, but I liked it. I liked it a lot.” Twin spots of heat burned in his cheeks, a hunger flashing in his gaze. “I’d like to see it again, from the beginning, if you don’t mind.”
“Please…”
“Alright, just – I’m not very good at this just yet.”
“Where do you want me to sit?”
Good question? Connie looked around the room, she hadn’t thought about that aspect of what she had been doing. The chair she normally used at her dressing table, would that work? Connie moved across the bedroom and pulled the chair out, setting it up in front of the pole, but she made sure there’d be enough room so she could still do her routine.
“Here,” she tapped the back of the chair.
“Thank you.” Derek settled down into the chair, and wiped his hands down over his pants, the tip of his tongue sliding out over his lips before he looked up at the pole, then back at Connie.
He really does want to see me do this. Alright, she could do it. “Just stay in the chair, don’t move, don’t try and touch me no matter what I do, okay?”
“I won’t.” His gaze trailed over her form, lingering on her breasts, then down to her hips.
Should she change, up the ante a little, dancing for him in her exercise clothing just wasn’t going to have the same effect. “Want there a minute, I have an idea.”
He arched an eyebrow at her as Connie darted across the room to her closet and hunted for something that would work. Red, lacy, with a scrap of a thong, it was an outfit she’d only dared to wear the once and he’d loved it, for the few brief minutes it had actually been on her body. Well, this time he’d have to look, but not touch. With the flicker of sin in her hand she hurried into the bathroom and stripped off, he’d wait, she knew that, and watch for her to emerge in her chosen outfit.
Only when she had pulled the lingerie into place did Connie take a good look in the mirror. Walking temptation. Red lace with strips of satin caressed her body, offering it for his eyes, his touch, but for now, when she walked out there, he’d have to sit and watch her.
She’d be in control.
Shoes, what about shoes, don’t strippers always – no, if I try that I’ll fall over, I’ll stick to bare feet, it’s easier. She tugged her fingers through her hair, leaving it loose about her shoulders and added a touch of deep red lipstick to her lips, a shade she’d never worn before – it added the right touch. With her head held high and a deep sway to her hips, Connie stalked her way out into the bedroom.
He groaned, his eyes widening. “You’re trying to kill me.”
“No,” she smiled and rested one finger on the play button. “I’m trying to arouse you.”
“You’ve managed that. In more ways than one,” he growled.
“Just sit there, don’t move, not until I tell you that you can.”
“Understood,” he grasped the edge of the chair.
Connie nodded and took a deep breath, her stomach in knots. She’d never done anything like this before. Not in all their years of marriage. Normally she left the come on to him, and the closest she ever came to it would be – well walking into the bedroom wearing something sexy. That was it. Oh, or wearing stockings on occasions and letting him feel the edge of the old fashioned garter belt just as they walked out of the door.
This was a whole different ball game.
She pressed the play button and walked back to the pole, resting one hand lightly on it, her left hip brushed against the pole, her eyes closed. Her heart pounded against her rib cage, her breath caught in the back of her throat as she heard the opening beats of the song, Pain.
Her body fell into the familiar moves, but something changed. Even without looking at him she could feel his gaze play openly over her writhing form. Power. Heat and power claimed her being adding a deeper, sultry sway to her hips. Her belly tightened. Her nipples tightened into buds as she turned, caressing the pole with her breasts, her back arched, her mound pressed against the metal. For a moment she held in place and glanced at him through a veil of hair.
He growled, heat glimmered in his eyes. A tent had formed in his pants, one she was now all too aware of. A reaction she’d caused, and one she was proud of. Her hips ground against the pole, one leg hooked around the metal as she dipped backward. Her hair brushed against the floor, the red satin and lace contraption barely covered her nipples and threatened to release them from their sensual confines even as she lifted back up, grinding her hips with each beat of her heart.
The song urged her on, the pattern of the dance one she knew well now, but it had never left her feeling this sensual, this aroused before. Her core rippled, heat coated her inner walls, the slip of thread that pretended to be a thong, felt damp between her thighs.
Need him, want him, I can’t just stay here dancing, I have to – have to do more! The song changed, she’d danced through the entire track without even being aware of it until now.
Slow Down Baby burst into life and a smile claimed her lips. Connie turned and pressed her back against the pole. She knew what she needed to do. As the first lines of Christine’s song filled the room she strutted away from the pole and cupped her breasts. She sang, beneath the power of the track, the words and beat flowing through her body.
Derek didn’t move. His eyes widened, lips parted in a soft O. His grip on the chair tightened, knuckles white as he struggled to stay in place.
I can do this. I know I can.
Connie stopped right in front of him, her hips swaying, rotating as she writhed in front of him. He groaned. His pulse raced in his throat, his tie tossed onto the bed sometime during the time she had spent getting changed in the bathroom. A small tuft of chest hair beckoned her fingers and Connie settled into his lap, her thighs on either side of his, her toes touching the floor.
“Don’t move,” she whispered against his lips and reached over his shoulders to grab the back of the chair. “Remember the rules of a lap dance as you can’t touch.”
“Ah, and how much do I have to pay for this special dance?”
“VIP customers like you don’t have to pay for events like this, it’s our way of thanking you for your patronage,” she slipped into the part without hesitation. “But the rules still apply. You can’t touch until the dance is over.”
“And then what?”
“A private party, of course.” Two fantasies rolled into one, what more could a man ask for? Her hips rolled, her barely covered sex ground against his tented pants. Heat throbbed between them separated by a brief covering of cloth. Her hands tightened on the chair as she arched, tipping her hips, thrusting against him. Mock sex, with all the power and passion that she could imagine.
“I- I don’t know how much longer I can keep still, love.” His teeth gritted.
Nor did she. Connie half lifted up from his lap, her breasts brushing against his face as the first full jolt of pleasure rocked through her being. Now, please…
“That’s it,” his hands claimed her waist as he lifted her up from his lap long enough to undo his pants. The slip of a thong was pulled to one side a moment later.
“God, I’ve never – never felt this hungry before.” She clutched his shirt, trying to find a way to keep her balance. “Please, I need you.”
“And you’re going to get me, all of me, now.” The head of his cock pressed between her lower lips, barely giving her a moment to get used to the idea before he pulled her down onto his lap. “You’ve never had me so hot, so hungry for you!”
She’d never felt this aroused before either. His cock filled her core. Slick heat tightened around his erection as she struggled not to move instantly against him. She wanted to savor this, enjoy it, but her body had other ideas. Her vulva massaged around his cock, her hips rolled, her thighs tight on either side of his lap.
“Yes, that’s it, move for me,” he massaged her hips and thighs.
Her belly tightened, heat claimed her core, she couldn’t shut it out, nor did she want to. He hadn’t even pulled off her clothing! He hadn’t needed to, quick, hard, hungry, that’s all that mattered right now. Loving, slow, caring, tender, those could wait for another time. She had what she needed right now.
Derek leaned in and closed his lips around one nipple, suckling it through the red lace. She arched, a cry torn from her lips. Heat flared through her being, settling in her core, into a rhythm she couldn’t ignore. His hips tipped, his cock pressed fully into her being.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Oh, God. I have to.”
“Just a moment longer.” His fingers tightened on her hips. “Hold, don’t move.”
Connie whimpered, her thighs quivering as she struggled to hold position. “Derek…”
“Now, come for me now!”
Heat clawed at her inner walls, her body dancing with a beat of its own. He groaned, thrusting into her, filling her. Pressure, pleasure, it tore through her, almost pain but she wanted it, needed it, craved what she now felt. She sobbed, screaming out his name as her release claimed her body.
For several long minutes neither of them moved, he panted, she trembled, her sex lost in spasms that slowly eased, each one less powerful than the one before until they faded completely.
“Thank you,” he whispered, his touch gentle now on her hips and waist.
“For what?” She knew, but needed to hear the words.
“Two fantasies, how many women could do that for their man, two fantasies rolled into one without even being told about them first?” He murmured against her neck, his cock twitching one last time against her slick inner walls. “I’m a lucky man, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll dance for me again sometime.”
Connie slowly eased off his lap and tugged the scant panties back into position, a slow smile claiming her lips. “Perhaps that can be arranged, though not today – aren’t you late for a meeting?”
“No, I got a call on the way into the office, it had been cancelled, as I had a clear day appear I thought I’d spend it with you. I never expected to come home to this, but I’m very glad I did.” His smile sent a fresh shiver through her. “Makes me wonder what other secrets you have hidden up your sleeve, love.”
“Ah, now that we’ll have to talk about, maybe over lunch?” Do I have anything else, no, not yet, but I can come up with something, if he’ll let me crawl around in his mind for a little while.
“After a shower,” he nodded toward the bathroom. “One we share?”
“You have the entire day off?” She glanced over at the open door then back at him, her stomach knotting afresh.
“Yes, to spend with you, in you, kissing you…”
Connie didn’t need to hear anymore, not this time at least. “Shower first, then I eat , and then we eat after that,” she watched him, waiting for the penny to drop, then smiled as realization dawned in his eyes. “I plan on making the most of this day with you, so if you’ve any objections speak now, otherwise I’m going to assume that makes you mine, for the day.”
Derek didn’t say a word, he slipped one hand into hers and led the way to the bathroom.
This hadn’t exactly been the exercise routine she’d had in mind, but Connie wasn’t about to complain. If she was lucky maybe this could become a regular event for them – after all, she couldn’t think of a better way of spicing up her morning exercise routine.
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