Never in a million years would she have pictured or imagined
herself going along with a situation like this but before
she knew it she found that she was climbing onto the
billiard table, giving them a nice long look at her bare bum
in the process. The g-string she had chosen was black and
she thought that was bold now but was glad that at least it
would be attractive.
She knew she was a good-looking woman. She had a great
figure, nice hair and she had always been confident that she
was pretty. Men hit on her all the time. She worked out four
times a week. But there was also the fact that sheโd had two
children in the last six years, and despite loosing her baby
weight and spending countless hours in the gym, her body
would never be at thirty-four what it had been when she was
sixteen.
She was on the table feeling the solid, felt surface of the
billiard table on her legs. She didnโt know whether to stand
or sit when Herb said, โKneel please.
Probably the only thing that gave her the confidence to do
it was the thought that Herbโs wife was in her sixties,
Peteโs was in her fifties, and even Midge was more than ten
years older than she was.
She got on her hands and knees and couldnโt help trying to
attain the most attractive posture possible in that
position. She sucked in her tummy, arched her back a little,
and let her bum protrude back to elongate her body.
The lamps from the ceiling hung down to just a foot above
her and gave her an alluring shadowy appearance. The little
skirt barely extended past her waist and in this position it
did nothing at all to cover her bum. The table was firm but
it was not uncomfortable. She maintained the position and
tried to be as still as possible while the men slowly
circled around her and admired her from every angle. They
were smoking their cigars and they looked very pleased with
themselves. She gave away no emotion and said nothing, and
while they were happy to make eye-contact with her, they
said nothing either.
She found herself hoping they liked what they saw. In fact,
the longer she maintained that position, and imagined how
her body looked, starting with her black stilettos and
extending all the way to her bum with the frill of skirt and
the string of her panties, the more confident she grew that
she was impressing them.
She couldnโt see the men when they were behind her but she
felt more than one hand on her bum, stroking the cheek, and
even finding its way along the string of the g-string toward
the front.
โBeautiful, she heard in a murmur.
โExquisite, someone said.
When she spotted Walter he looked happy, proud. She looked
at him and realized he would never be enough to satisfy her
completely, not now that she had experienced this. She
wanted more, more than just her husband who treated her like
a secretary and managed to have intercourse with her maybe
twice a month. She wanted more, and she was going to get it.
โGet up on your knees now, please, Herb said.
She rose up on her knees, almost like a puppy, and as the
four men stood there staring at her, she knew what she had
to do next. She reached around her back and unclasped the
fastener that held her dress in place. The bodice fell away,
revealing her breasts to them. She looked down and saw that
they were pert and firm and alluring in the strange light.
โTake it off, Pete said.
By now she was on autopilot. None of the things she was
doing were natural to her, but in this strange place, with
this enticing company, she found that she could do things
she would ordinarily be unable to do. She pulled the dress
up over her head and threw it off into the darkness of the
room. With the bright lamps so low above her she could
hardly see beyond the edges of the billiard table and the
men were largely hidden in shadow. This made her less shy as
she kneeled in front of them wearing only her black g-string
and stilettos.
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