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Even though my wife only danced part time at Lorraine’s Lounge, that dancing led to lots of other local experiences in the Lafayette, IN area during the early nineteen seventies. Lorraine’s was a dive bar, and literally down in the Wabash river valley, and also literally on the wrong side of the railroad track. It was the kind of place that would cause even the Blues Brothers to go into protective mode.
The bar prided itself in serving booze within an environment that had live bands and trim strippers. There must have been an agreement with the local police, for everything that occurred there was blatant, right in your face, especially the sexual activity. Janet, my wife, began working there, and quickly found out about that seamy steamy world.
The bar was located on a corner, a corner that could normally have heavy pedestrian traffic. In that era, and at that bar, the front and side windows were intact. That is, the boarded up, visually closed off, look did not exist. Thus, there were large picture windows near the entrance, and smaller sets of single windows all down the other side. Think of a proud restaurant, with family seating and views for the kids, that was then slowly converted to a bar. Lorraine kept the establishment open and bright.
This was an end of the era of open windows!
The band stage was directly on the other side of the large front windows, with the band members’ backs toward the street. Further into the room of tables and booths were the dancers’ islands.
The dancers started in the early evening, when it was many times light outside. They started without a band, using the juke box for their music. I am not kidding, when I say that extremely young persons could and would walk by on the sidewalk and peer into the Lounge. No bouncer, no security would pounce, if the young person took a quick look and kept on walking. If the little person just froze, and kept watching what his or her parents said that they could not see? Then some worker would stick their head out and yell “Move On!”. Since Lorraine’s was a strip nude quickly bar, there was a lot of education done through those windows.
Sometimes those were future recruits staring into the bar.
A typical stripper dance set at this bar had the dancer start with a small bottom on. The was never a top that I can remember. The bottom was usually a maximum of a thong. most times that starting bottom was a G-string. The first dance kept the bottom on. The bottom was quickly removed at the start of the second tune.
Real wife.
Though this was not an era for shaving, most of the girls had pubic areas that were trimmed, even designed, and many were shaved nude at the mons. The third song allowed the girl to to do more gymnastic type poses, poses that spread her vagina within one or two feet of a guy’s face. There was security close to the stage level, though it was known to fail. Before a guy was pulled back, quite a few were able to finger quickly. If it was a well paying regular, the guy was merely reprimanded and pulled back, as he licked his fingers. The more persistent were bounced. Rarely were they permanently banned.
Janet remembers being nude and spreading, on a Saturday PM, with bright daylight, and the windows wide open. The bar had blinds, but no one bothered to close them. Groups of very young persons would occasionally peer through the large front windows. Since there was no band yet, there was absolutely no obstruction of a view that went deep into the bar and to the dance locations. Then, the group, as if to follow known rules against loitering, merely walked around the corner and past the single window sequence. That actually allowed the viewers to get closer to and parallel with the dance area. The nude dancer was no more than twenty feet from those side windows.
As if given a personal challenge, many of the working girls, would actually turn towards a window for their spread. My wife, Janet, for months after starting work there, thought that was wrong. But, as time went by, even Janet would spin around and squat down with maximum leg and pelvis spread, just to see reactions outside the windows. The bare mons and large labial lips were certainly easy to see...at twenty or so feet.
It would be years, before the blinds were required to be shut. And it would be even later, before there was masking around the blinds. The time when all the windows were clear was about the same time as Bob Seger’s “Mainstreet”, which celebrates a little stripper. I always thought of my wife when that song was played.
Her look during time at Lorraine's.
Janet edged slowly into the dive bar life. First, she only stripped. Then, for tips, she started the spreading. She did not accept advances, rather smiling and dancing away. But that changed within months of starting work at Lorraine’s. Janet soon found out that one of her friendliest dance associates, Kim, accepted advances. Kim was also married. But, Kim was at another stage, and took men to one of the back rooms. Actually, there were about three dancers, working on various shifts, who would turn tricks in the back rooms. Lorraine’s took seventy percent, for providing the rooms and security. So, when Kim got paid $100 for full fucking, she actually received thirty bucks.
Even with the extreme pimp tax, the fucking started to sound interesting to Janet. And Kim was promoting it. Janet spent a lot of time talking with Kim, and watching Kim take one man after another to the back rooms. Almost every break time, especially if there were three or more dancers between, was spent by Kim in those back rooms.
Time for me to explain that this was the peak of the hippy/dippy/chemically enhanced era. All things were cheerfully experimented. The year before Janet started work at Lorraine’s, she and I had made a very serious agreement that she could fuck anyone that she wanted to, anytime, anywhere, and...not even have to tell me. That was a trippy agreement that was meant to free her up, and help create sexual mystery and tension. That agreement worked well.
I later learned that, one evening after watching Kim take back customers, Janet decided to try the fucking of bar customers. That first night, Janet fucked three different guys in those back rooms, and brought home an extra $90, in addition to her regular dance tips. She told me about the new arrangement, about three days later. In her casual manner, she told me that she was then up to five guys per shift, and that she enjoyed the sex. She liked big guys, but found that most customers were not big. Still, she thought that it was great that someone was paying for something she enjoyed just as much, or more, than they did. I told her that I admired her small business approach. Deep inside? That my wife was now a certified whore? One hundred percent by her own choice? Yes, that turned me on big time. It was a logical extension of all her freedoms - and on this topic, it was her personal freedom to continue to have sex when and where she wanted. Being paid for it was just the proverbial icing on the proverbial cake.
During one of the regular work nights, she called to tell me that she would not be coming home after the One AM closing of Lorraine’s. She said that she was going to go home with Kim. Kim wanted Janet to fuck her husband. I thanked her for the safety call and update. And I told her that I hoped he was big and good.
Turns out this was the "Rod".
Her last comment was, “Kim did say that he is very big, and that, unlike most of our dailies, he knows how to use it. She smiled when she told me that his name is Rod, indicating the name was appropriate. Kim also said that he was a Scorpio, and that he looked forward to fucking my Pisces’ pussy apart. I suppose, if we all get along, I will just stay over at her place, and see you tomorrow. Bye...bye.”
When Janet and Kim arrived at Kim’s house, Rod was waiting at the door. That is when Janet found out that Rod was big, as in tall and muscular. Janet immediately asked how tall he was.
“Six and a half feet”, answered Rod. He looked down upon, way down upon, Janet. She was five foot and four inches tall, and weighed around 116 at that moment. So, compared to a six and a half foot, 245 pound piece of muscle, she felt very small. Rod put his hands on Janet’s shoulders, and looked straight down into her eyes. Her eyes dilated and a pretty smile developed. Both Rod and Janet then laughed, then sighed, in unison.
Rod pulled Janet into the front hallway, and enveloped her with a strong hug. He pulled her to him tightly. That was when Janet felt a massive bulge behind his zipper. The bulge was notable throughout her belly, and clear up to between her breasts. Janet was already impressed.
“I have heard so much about you. Kim has given me some tasty details”, and Rod rubbed his bulge up and down Janet. Kim had started a Santana cassette, and was putting out some coke and some smoke on the kitchen table, in preparation for the late night/early morning activities.
“I got really turned on, when Kim told me that you joined her in screwing at the bar. Did you put that past your husband?”
“No.”
“Alright, on your own then. Love an independent!”
Rod had never let go of Janet, holding her tightly since that first step through the doorway. As Kim was laying out the white powder and smoke, Rod pulled Janet up to the height of his face, and began kissing her. She melted and relaxed, with her feet dangling far above the floor. In a romance novel, this would have been a momentously sweet moment. As the kissing intensified, Rod allowed Janet to start slipping down and out of her little after work grey mini. Soon her entire bottom was visible. Kim looked out from the kitchen, saw Janet sliding out of her coverage, and thought the scene very hot, very attractive.
Kim knew Rod’s actions very well, and knew what was next on the agenda. There was something that Rod loved to do to any new female.
Janet raised her legs up to and around Rod’s waist. That started a wide spread of her pussy and ass. The kissing became deep French style, with both participants tongue fucking each other. Rod took his hands, one at a time, but in quick succession, from her waist and back, and put them down under Janet’s ass cheeks. There, he massaged and pulled the cheeks away from each other.
Rod inserted his mammoth fingers into my wife’s pussy, one at a time, from each holding hand, alternating each added insertion into each side of her vaginal opening. That opening spread wider at each finger. Kim had been on the receiving end of this process. But, she had never been able to closely observe Rod do this to a visitor. Kim ran to the kitchen cupboard, and pulled out a a flashlight.
Rod now had four fingers from each hand mostly inserted into Janet. He was constantly massaging and pulling on a very moist, very ready, pussy. The wild kissing never stopped. Janet wiggled down and helped anchor Rod’s big hands and fingers. She encircled and wound down upon his fingers. As Janet did that, Rod simultaneously began to pull her apart. This is the part Kim wanted to see, in detail.
Kim ran around behind Janet’s rear end, bent down, and turned on her flashlight. Rod opened an eyelid and saw Kim in place. That was when Rod steadily, and very strongly, began to pull Janet apart. Four fingers for one vaginal wall, four fingers for the other. Each finger was as big as some penises. Rod dug into each side and began opening up Janet. Each side of her opening began to track way out and match the direction of the corresponding leg.
Kim shined her flashlight into Janet, “Wow, good job! Let me see!”
With that request, Rod took a momentary break from the kissing, and looked directly into the now wild fiery eyes of Janet. Janet smiled, licked her lips, and helped grind her pussy further down upon his hands. His response, was to pull her wider and go deeper inside with his fingers and hands. Then, at his new location, he pulled wider again. The effect was similar to pulling exercise stretch bands apart, and it was a challenge to see how far apart he could get her. Her bottom gave out snapping sounds...the sounds of ligaments pulled out of position.
Later, Kim gleefully shared this photo of my wife.
Kim was shining her flashlight upon all this activity. Kim could now easily see Janet’s cervix and distantly to each side of it. Rod had Janet so stretched that there was an inch or two clear view in all directions beyond the cervix. For a brief moment, Kim took on a quasi medical task and looked closely, very closely, at my wife’s lining and the cervix itself. Kim was amazed how pretty pink and smooth Janet was. The cervix was smooth and uniform. No lesions. This gynecological exam was personally interesting to Kim. Kim’s real gynecologist had shown Kim scope photos of her own cervix and surrounding tissue. Those photos showed wear and tear that Kim was not seeing on the inside of Janet...yet.
Kim switched off the flashlight, and stood back into the subdued room light. She wanted the big picture. That was an image of her muscular husband face fucking Janet with his tongue, holding her high above his waist, with Janet’s legs spread wide all around Rod’s trunk, and a pink, but getting red, pussy spread wider than a mare at the vet’s office. It was a scene to remember, and Kim planned on remembering it. Kim pulled out the Polaroid and snapped a photo for Rod’s collection.
And that was how that particular Scorpio man introduced himself to my Pisces wife!
Rod walked into the open kitchen area, still holding Janet as wide as the maximum that he had gotten her to. She broke away from the kissing, to say, “You enjoy that a lot, don’t you?”
He said nothing. He did pull her about another inch apart. She gasped. And then, he simply let her close up. He put her down to the floor. Her little mini started to fold down and straighten out. But, Janet stopped it, choosing to reach down and do some work first. She attempted to pinch back some of her hole, to try to bring both sides together, like they were only about fifteen minutes earlier. She wiggled her ass and tried to pinch with her internal muscles. But she still gaped a lot, as she reached the kitchen table. The grey mini dropped into position. And Kim motioned for Janet to take a seat at the table. In front of Janet was a plate with two white lines on it.
Anticipating the question, Kim said, “Those are just for you two, I need to just do the smoke and get some naps.”
With a straw provided, Rod and Janet made the white lines disappear. As that happened, Kim put the bong in her husband’s hands, and lit the bowl. As a true surprise, Kim had loaded the pipe with strong hashish, that was hidden beneath the regular weed. Rod took a long strong hit, choked, and handed the bong to my wife. She took just as strong of a hit, but choked and coughed a lot. Smiles and laughter came from all three.
Kim did her planned short, and not very deep, inhalation. Rod and Janet were given the bong to finish. Many lights and many turns later, the bowl was finally ash. Kim said that she was going to shower, then comeback and relax while...watching.
With the chemicals hitting, it was all left to my wife Janet and Kim’s husband Rod. The two moved away from the table. Rod reached down to the bottom of Janet’s mini, and pulled it up and off in one smooth move. He threw the mini on a chair, and smacked her butt and squeezed her left tit at the same time.
She spun around, and said, “Let’s let this out!” And she un-zipped his pants, and pulled them clear to the floor. Rod stepped out of them, and my wife could see that half of his penis was sticking out above the band of his briefs. That explained what she felt as a bulge. She pulled down and off those briefs, as Rod rolled up and off his tee shirt. Now, they were both zippy with energy, and both had amplified sensory feelings. Oh, and both were nude and ready to go.
Janet’s glance at Rod’s penis brought back old memories. One of the biggest cocks that she had encountered, so far, was the cock that busted her when she was a teenager. There are stories about that. But, here, it appeared that Rod matched or maybe surpassed that cock...a little in length and a little in width. Still, even a match for that first cock would be significant.
Janet reached out and stroked Rod. It was one of those penises that was not only in the nine inch range, but very hard. The erection that she was obtaining with her stroking was obtaining one of those vertical/point up to the ceiling ones. It was tight, hard and had a lot of muscle.
Kim had showered, and had come back into the living room area, where Santana was now turned up and blaring. She saw Janet on the Ottoman, with her knees under her. That wife of mine was rolled into a ball, with those knees under her, her head tucked over, and her rear up very high, for maximum entry. Rod stood behind the little ball, and was fucking the pussy hard and fast. Slaps, smacks, snaps, and muffled thumps were constant. Kim knew Janet was tough, but was surprised to hear only oofs, ughs, the breath being knocked out of her, and an in-between happy Janet type giggle. Kim was used to most girls screaming frantically and awakening the entire neighborhood.
Rod continued to plunge in all the way and twist and ream. Kim laid down on the sofa, to watch. She watched for what she thought was hours, but it was really fifteen minutes. The small amount of smoke and hashish was affecting Kim’s perception. Of course, the cocaine and a high volume of the hashish mix was really working wonders for both Rod and Janet. Kim nodded off to sleep.
In a true hour later, Kim awoke to vibrations coming across the floor and up and into her sofa. Her husband had Janet on the desk, in the missionary position, and was banging away, so hard that it sent those vibrations into the floor and over to the sofa. Janet was this time, at least, squealing and catching her breath with each pounding. Kim saw that my wife’s pussy was splayed wide and bright pink. She also could see her husband running up and down within her belly. Kim thought that Rod and Janet seemed to be getting along quite well.
Kim drifted off into sleep again, only to be re-awakened by a real wild scream from Janet. This time, Janet was back in the arms of Rod. Rod was standing near the front window, and had Janet once again up on his chest. It looked like he was using her as a jack off device for his large penis. With him hard and pointed up to ceiling, the picking up and shoving down of my wife’s body was what was producing the screaming. Her guttural thumps and snapping ligaments were also clearly heard. Kim rolled over and went back to sleep.
Kim did not know that while she was sleeping, Rod had taken Janet to the kitchen, several times, for more white lines. As well, he even had them smoke another bowl of hashish. Thus, the two fuckers were far from done.
When Kim awoke at five AM, Janet was on the floor in a split scissors position. A few minutes later, she was on her other side, in the opposite split scissors position. Each of those positions allowed great depth and a lot of torsion. Kim realized that she had no idea how many fucks had occurred, nor how many times her husband had come. From the look and sound in the room, each time that Kim awakened, she was fairly sure that Janet was having almost continuous orgasms.
At seven AM, Kim awoke to find that the two fuckers were not in the room. She heard action out on the back porch area. It had a screen, but was otherwise open to the air. Neighbors could see into that porch area. Janet was out there, on a lounge chair, in the doggy position. Rod was working her again. His penis appeared just as hard as when the late night/early morning activities began. Ignoring that big hand spread beginning, Kim thought my wife’s pussy looked a lot larger than she normally did at work, now that Rod had begun working on her. Janet was red and gaping between thrusts.
Since she had to work an early shift at Lorraine’s, Kim tried to get some more sleep. When she finally got to fully awaken and get up to start her morning, it was almost nine AM. Rod and Janet were STILL fucking. That was the result of two more white lines and another bowl ashed out. So, Kim was trying to get coffee and a breakfast going, as more fucking was going on, now back on the sofa that Kim had just left.
Finally, at about 10:30 AM, Rod and my wife exploded for the last time. No one knows how many times that they came together since about 1:30 AM. I was called on my hospital shift, and told to pick my wife on my noon break. I took off a little early, and arrived at their house around 11:45 AM.
She was back in her grey mini, when I picked her up. Only she came out and down the steps to the car. Her eyes were still dilated, and she looked wild. She was even drooling. Mentally, she seemed sharp. But, her eye make up left streams down her face, her hair was a disaster, and she looked like she had been through what really happened...nine hours of extremely rough fucking by a thick nine inch penis. The mini was, at least, good for hiding the bruised and red ass cheeks, the bruised inner thighs and lower pelvic area, and it certainly hid the bright red gaping pussy. So, I did not get to see those areas. I took her home, and went back to work at the hospital. I have no idea when she might have come down. At least this was not a work night for her.
I got home from my shift at 3:30 PM., and Janet appeared to have showered and relaxed a bit. She was just wearing a dressing gown. I was going to ask about how things went with Rod. But, I was interrupted by a phone call.
It was Kim, and she and Rod had been talking about how Rod seemed to tolerate Janet. After working over a girl, he usually did not want to see that same girl again. But, hey, for my wife, he would make an exception. In fact, Rod and Kim were both wondering if Janet could come over and take care of Rod, anytime, when Kim was either out of town, or had to work long shifts. Kim thought maybe two or three days out of the week?
Kim barely completed her question, when Janet answered, “Sure. I would love to help.”
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