My wife has recently started working here in Copenhagen as a nightclub and
restaurant belly-dancer. She learned belly-dancing as a means of overcoming
shyness and because she likes the way it promotes the rounder, more womanly type
of figure, which I can honestly say that she has. She says that this form of
dancing allows a woman to expose herself in a way not usually possible nowadays;
to display her body, breasts, belly and hips in an erotically charged dance for
the benefit of both men and women, and most of all for the dancer herself.
During her act, it is usual, if not obligatory, for the audience to place money
in her costume - in her bra, between her breasts, or inside the belt which my
wife wears as low as possible, way below her hips. In fact, she only just covers
her thick black pubic bush with the belt as she likes to expose as much of her
smoothly soft brown belly as possible for the enjoyment of the onlookers. My
wife, Sophia, has become quite an exhibitionist recently as she loves to dance
from table to table and shake her hips or breasts at a member of the audience,
or stand rolling her delicious belly only inches from someone's face. She even
lets them kiss her bare midriff or explore her deep, dark navel with fingers or
sometimes even the point of a tongue. I, of course, am very proud of her and, I
must admit, rather jealous when I see the unmistakable look of pleasure on her
face when one of the guests rubs her undulating abdomen with his hand or licks
her belly button with his thick, wet tongue. I have now naturally accepted the
fact that many a man has got his hand on her fine brown stomach when she dances,
and even gotten used to the obvious thrill that this gives her. But recently an
incident took place which I neither can, nor want to, forget. It was on the
evening of her boss's birthday. He had a private party in the restaurant with
only specially invited guests, and the evening's entertainment was to star my
lovely wife Sophia, in more ways than one! The night progressed and suddenly the
music commenced and there she stood in the spotlight, my wife, jeweled, bangled,
bare bellied and gorgeous. She started to dance to the Arabic music and after an
energetic display of Turkish, the guests whispered something to her. At first
she shook her head, but as they insisted, she eventually seemed to give in and,
to my surprise, lay on her back on the dining table right in front of her 69
year old boss! Before I could react, a bottle of red wine was produced, opened,
and some of the red liquid poured into my prostrate wife's navel! So this was to
be the climax of her show, I thought. The old man was to sip red wine from my
wife's belly button! Her boss slurped up the wine lecherously, taking care to
lick much of her soft abdomen in the execution of this duty, but it didn't end
there. One by one, the male guests lined up and received the wine from my wife's
navel, after which she danced yet again. I spoke to her and asked if she didn't
think that the party was going a bit too far, at which she just laughed. 'You're
just envious of all those men licking my little belly, aren't you?' she said. It
was true, no husband can sit through such a sight and remain calm. After a
while, I began to wonder where Sophia had got to, so I asked her musicians who
told me that she was resting and that I wasn't to disturb her. However, I
decided to go and look for her. As I went deeper into the back of the restaurant
I could hear laughing and sighing coming from one of the rooms and as I went in,
I just froze with a mixture of surprise and, I am ashamed to say, pleasure. My
33 year old wife was dancing bare breasted in front of about a dozen semi-naked
men, many of whom were openly masturbating. her breasts shook, her belly
undulated and the men reached out all the time to take handfuls of her rich
flesh! My own cock, by this time, was swollen to bursting point. As I stood
there, one of the younger onlookers actually beckoned for Sophia to go over to
him, whereupon he ejaculated over her bare stomach and breasts, hitting her
square in the navel with one thick spurt of semen , one of many. She stood
smiling with the thick, sticky seed of a man running down her belly! Then the
whole room just went wild! Sophia was spread on the floor as the men lined up to
take turns fucking her. Even now I can hardly believe it. They fucked her like
animals, one after the other, ejaculating inside her abdomen, thick, rich sperm,
filling her to overflowing. The belly-dance is a celebration of female
fertility, but this was ridiculous! She was loving it too. I had never seen her
so wild, so possessed of orgiastic sexuality. She came and came and screamed out
obscenities to her fuckers. 'Fuck me, oh yes, all of you, fuck me ... fill me
with your seed ... empty your big fat balls into me!' She even swallowed semen.
Some of the men did actually have very large penises and one of them, a fat bald
man of about 50 had balls the size of duck eggs, perhaps even bigger! When he
reached his climax, he withdrew his fat cock with a plop and squirted what
seemed like a pint of the thickest, whitest sperm you could imagine, like cream
only thicker. Sophia's tits, belly, thick pubic hair and thighs were completely
covered in this amazing man's seed. It ran over the sides of my wife's belly in
streams and filled her deep navel like a lake. Out came the cameras and before I
could stop them, they were taking snap after snap of my wife's debauched
nakedness, a river of seed running out of her slit, forming a pool on the floor.
Afterwards, she got dressed and followed me out to the car. When we got home she
said nothing, just changed her semen-soaked clothes and went to bed, still full
of the spunk that they had all pumped into her! On Saturday night Sophia is
going to a stag night to belly-dance for them. I can't wait to watch her in
action again!
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