Wife Strips At Party Novels & Stories

ger skirt so short. The girl deliberately wore the shortest skirt...just to tease him. The red skirt along with a black crop top and fish thongs...the high heels were stealing the show. As it was a Christmas party, all the girls decided to look their best. Mrs Willow had arranged a very big party...the amount of the guests were endless. "Mrs Willow...thank you for inviting us..." Pidge said in a low voice. "Look at you...you look so beautiful," this was the first time Pidge has seen the lady talking so merrily.

Unlike the last time we were here, the room is cleared of all the furniture, leaving a huge space for people to party. The massive stage is occupied by strippers coiled on the poles to the amazement of the horny men. The likes of Diego. The trademark of this party is red wine and everyone is holding a glass, except Mia of course. But that didn't stop her from wearing red, even her lipstick, manicure, and shoes are red.

“What the fuck is going on here? So we have a fight, and you come running to a prostitute?” "Oh, calm down, babe, chill; she’s my infertile wife.” He turned to the stripper, who planned to run, but I held her back by her hair. “Ouch!” She cried in pain. “I also didn’t tell you that my wife was strong.” He teased not caring as he took a sip of whatever he was drinking. The stripper was wearing a mask, so I couldn’t make out her facial features until my eyes landed on the birthmark on her wrist. I aimed to remove her mask, but she struggled. People instead of stopping us were cheering—including Clinton, who was now betting.

I made sure to note which women were jealous of the attention she paid me as well. Sophie orchestrated each game and event through the party, making sure they were all expertly executed. Every woman had been given little blue clothespins to clip onto their clothes, and if they were caught saying words like baby, cub, boy, or anything pertaining to them, they would lose their pin to the woman that caught them. The idea was to end the party with as many clothespins as possible to win a prize.

Within just two weeks, our profits had tripled. My friend was thrilled. To celebrate, he threw a party at a resort on the outskirts—but there, once again, I ran into Rose and Zachary. The two of them were sitting by the bonfire. Rose was carefully peeling shrimp for Zachary. I didn't know what Zachary said, but Rose laughed and popped the shrimp into his mouth. Then she lifted her hand—still slick with shrimp juice—as if to smear it on his face. He laughed and leaned back to dodge.

I smirk as I walk towards the front door to give my best friend some support. “We are just heading out to a friend’s house party.” Lizzie mentions as she crouches down to adjust her shoe ankle strap. I don’t miss the long gaze Jeremy gives Lizzie’s legs. Willow starts to walk down the stairs wearing a black mini dress, red high heels, red dangly earrings and a denim jacket.

The party was in a strip club with almost naked girls and boys walking around the party handing men and women drinks, sitting on their laps, and some even shamelessly giving them blowjobs or handjobs. "Hey, Raffaele who is this?" Asks a man approaching them. Daisy instantly held Raffaele's arm in a tight grip and tried to hide behind him. "This is my wife, Daisy," says Raffaele smiling at Daisy. "She is hot. I want to see more than her hot body" says the man and wets his lips. He then laughs and continues "I mean, her face. Let me see what you son of bitch ended up with"

"Does it include any stripper? I returned his question. "Probably, yes. William already threw me that party before and he hired a stripper as well. They got so drunk and everything got out of control. That's why I don't want to do that party again it's not fun at all for me. If I wanted to see a striptease I want it to be you". he said and he hopped on top of me and sat on my thighs. I blush at his statement and put both my hands to my face to hide it from Isaac.

Maria wore a red cocktail dress, while Kira decided on a deep purple dress with a slit running up her thigh. While the two of them finished up their hair and make up, we made plans for after the ceremony ended. They both wanted to go to a human club to see some band play. I knew Killian would never let me go alone, but the girls suggested I invite him too. I figured it wouldn't hurt to try. The party was on the other side of pack territory. It was outdoors and reminded me of the Moon Ball. The canopy was massive, and had twinkling lights running through it. Much like the moon ball, there were tables littered everywhere. Some were full of food, while others were empty.

The party swelled, a vibrant tapestry of laughter, music, and conversation. Sophia, ever the hostess, navigated the crowd with practiced ease, refilling drinks, directing traffic to the overflowing dessert table. Taylor, leaning against a doorframe, observed the scene with a detached amusement, her eyes occasionally sweeping over the faces, a subtle watchfulness in their depths. Later, as the night deepened and the party’s energy began to mellow, Ava found herself drawn to Mason, their conversations a quiet eddy in the boisterous stream.