The full Monty
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The party broke up about eight o’clock or so. It was a group of ten that decided to take the party to the next level - Lauren, Soupy, the four future sisters-in-law, Helen and Shirley, and finally a pair of Lauren’s coworkers, secretaries.
“So, exactly what is the plan for tonight?” asked Cheryl Benson, one of the secretaries.
“I don’t know!” answered Lauren. She pointed at Susan and Soupy. “These two have been planning something, but they wouldn’t tell me!”
Susan grinned at Soupy and said, “Should we tell her?”
Soupy laughed and pulled a flyer from her purse. It was an advertisement for a local nightclub, which that night was featuring a dance troupe called ‘The Full Monty.’ The women gasped as Susan read the flyer - it was for a male strip show, similar to the Chippendales, promising to show ‘The Full Monty’, as it was called after the hit movie. “We are going to drink and stuff dollar bills in G-strings, ladies!” cried Soupy.
The room broke up into raucous laughter. Most of them had never been to a male revue, though they had all heard of them. “Oh my God!” exclaimed Melanie. “Bob will freak!” she said, referring to her husband.
“Hey, what happens in Union Valley, stays in Union Valley,” laughed her sister Susan. This set off another round of laughter.
“So, when do we leave? How do we get there?” asked Melanie. All eyes turned to Soupy.
“I’ve got a limo coming to pick us up,” she answered.
“A limo! That will cost a fortune!” exclaimed Cheryl.
Soupy waved this off. “It’s free! I simply have to sleep with the driver.”
Several jaws dropped at this, and a few of the other women gasped at the statement, but Shirley and Lauren laughed loudly. “Give me a break!” replied Lauren. She turned to the other women and laughingly said, “Soupy and her husband own a limo company.” There was more raucous laughter.
A horn beeping outside caused Soupy to look at her watch. “Ladies, the limo is here!” She drained her wineglass and stood up. The others all scrambled to their feet, grabbing jackets and purses and slipping their shoes back on, and Soupy led them out the front door and down the walk. A large dark-complected man with a mustache was standing by the rear door to the stretch limousine, in a dark suit and dark sunglasses.
“Good God, would you look at this thing!” commented Jennifer, sticking her head inside and backing out again. Looking at Soupy, she nodded towards the driver. “He the guy you have to pay off?”
Soupy grinned and climbed inside. Lauren followed, and the others scrambled in after them. Soupy opened a cabinet at the side of the plushly appointed vehicle to disclose a small refrigerator; she pulled out a large bottle of champagne and then opened another cabinet and began handing around some champagne flutes. “Compliments of Premier Limousine, ladies.” She popped the cork from the champagne and began filling the flutes. “A toast! To Lauren Graham, soon to become Lauren Tallman. Let’s hope tonight isn’t the high point of your marriage!”
Laughter filled the back of the limo as it slowly and smoothly pulled away from the curb. Few of the women had been in a large deluxe limo before, and spent several minutes poking around, opening hidden compartments and marveling at the fixtures. They oohed and aahed even more after Soupy told them how much a car like that cost!
“Do you ever drive?” asked Janice Huff, the other secretary and Lauren’s coworker.
Soupy nodded and smiled. “Sure do! You ought to see me. I’ve got this gray skirt suit, you know, short skirt, fitted jacket. I wear a black bustier under it and some black stockings, the type where they can just get a hint of the elastic at the top, and some black fuck-me shoes. I specialize in stag parties and picking up men on business trips. You would not believe the tips!”
The women laughed at Soupy’s description, but not in disbelief. Lauren’s friend was short but not petite, being very curvy. Her husband considered her plush, not plump. She had wide hips, nicely tapered legs, a slim but pleasantly rounded belly, and an enormous set of tits. She would easily drive a bunch of horny guys to distraction.
Melanie giggled and asked, “So, tell us, do people ever really, well, you know, I mean, in the back here?”
“You bet!” said Soupy with a nod and a smile.
“No! Get out!” remarked Shirley. “Really?”
“Like when?” asked Lauren.
Soupy shrugged. “It depends. I mean, a lot of times, when we rent these things, it’s for a group, like tonight, or a wedding party or kids going to the prom or something. Nothing happens then. I mean they drink a lot, but nothing else.” Most of the women nodded in understanding. “But sometimes, it’s just a couple, maybe a husband taking his wife out to dinner and then to the casino, just the pair of them. Then, well...”
Jennifer was skeptical. “Really, you know this? What, do you have a camera?”
Soupy shrugged and pointed to a small button on the ceiling near the divider between the passenger chamber and the driver. “Wave to the driver, girls!” she said, and began waving. The rest of the women squawked and waved, and suddenly the interior lights flashed a couple of times.
“Oh my God, you have it bugged!” exclaimed Jennifer.
“Hey, we have to,” commented Soupy. “You wouldn’t believe the shit that goes on in here at times. You have to watch high school kids like hawks! And sometimes it’s pretty cool. Just last month Tommy and I were driving two couples home from the casino and they wanted to take the ‘long way.’ We were watching, and they stripped down and had a foursome going on back here. First the women switched husbands, then they did each other! It was like watching a live porno movie!”
“Jesus!”
Soupy told several more tales of back seat antics and then stopped as the limo pulled into the parking lot of the club. Tommy stopped at the entrance and then stepped out, to open the rear door and let the women out. “I’ll be back around midnight, ladies,” he commented, then left, smiling at his wife as he did so. Soupy led the group inside. Several of the women stopped at an ATM machine in the lobby.
The first casualties of the evening occurred at the first break, when Janice and Cheryl, Lauren’s coworkers, bailed out. They laughed and said they were going to turn into pumpkins and needed to get home. They got a cab and drove to Lauren’s where they each picked up her car and went home. Janice got home in time to work her husband over thoroughly in bed; Cheryl, a still-in-the-closet lesbian, got out her strap-on dildo and did the same with her girlfriend.
The next to leave were Shirley and Helen. Shirley began to fall asleep midway through the second set, much to the amusement of her raucously laughing friends. “She never could hold her liquor,” commented Helen, as she propped up her daughter-in-law’s mother.
“No, she’s a pretty cheap drunk,” agreed Lauren, laughing as Shirley slipped sideways against Helen.
“Come on!” Helen said to Shirley, shaking the other woman awake. She stood and helped Shirley to her feet. “I’m going to call Jack on my cell phone and have him pick us up.” She grabbed both purses, and half led, and half carried Shirley outside. “Let’s go!”
Outside, she moved to a bench against the wall of the building and fished out her telephone from her purse. Twenty minutes later, a rather bemused looking Jack Ferguson pulled up in front of the club. “You owe me big time, you realize,” he said, rolling down his window.
Helen laughed. “Just get the back door open and help me get her in.” Shirley was asleep on Helen’s shoulder.
Jack snorted good-naturedly and turned off the car. He climbed out and opened one of the rear doors, then went over to the two women. He and Helen maneuvered Shirley to her feet and managed to lay her down on the back seat. The two got into the front seat and drove off.
Frank Boscow was less amused with his wife’s antics. When he opened his front door, with slacks and a robe hastily thrown on, at almost midnight to find Jack carrying his wife in his arms, snoring loudly, while Helen laughed, his first comment was, “You have got to be kidding me!”
Jack laughed. “Where do you want her?”
“How about back where you found her!” replied Frank, shaking his head.
Jack laughed again and gently deposited his burden on Frank’s couch. He and Helen laughed as they left. Frank simply shook his head in disbelief and covered his wife with an afghan. She was going to be so hungover the next day. He headed back upstairs to bed.
Jack simply smiled to himself as Helen hit the highlights of the night on their way back home. She allowed him to unlock the front door and let her in, but instead of heading upstairs, she headed towards the kitchen. “I’m a bit tired, but I’m not really sleepy. Care to relax in the hot tub for a bit?”
Jack raised an eyebrow, but said, “Why not? Wine?”
“Please.”
Helen headed to the hot tub on the enclosed back deck while Jack stopped in the kitchen. He retrieved a bottle of chardonnay chilled in the refrigerator and grabbed a couple of glasses from the overhead rack, then spent several minutes looking for the corkscrew and then removing the cork. By the time he went out to the hot tub, Helen was already naked and relaxing in the water.
Jack poured her some wine and handed her the glass, then set down his glass and the bottle. “Do I need to do a dance, too?” he asked, reaching up to undo a button on his shirt and wiggling his hips.
Helen laughed uproariously. “Give me a break! I think I’ve had just about enough of that tonight! Just get in here!”
Jack snorted and laughed. He finished unbuttoning his shirt, then poured his own wine and set it and the bottle near to hand by the tub. Helen noted happily that her lover was beginning to stiffen quite nicely as he stepped into the tub. They lay backwards, sipping their wine for a few minutes as they slowly caressed each other. Then, Helen reached out and refilled their glasses, and then repositioned herself so that she was laying back against Jack, with the both of them facing out towards the back yard. She could feel his stiff cock pressing against her back.
Further stimulation came as Jack wrapped an arm around her to begin softly caressing her large breasts, bobbing on the surface of the water. She sighed with contentment as she sagged back against him, squirming slightly, and he moved his fingers down her body, to slip between her widespread thighs and slip between her pussy lips. “Oh, Jack, you are driving me nuts!” she moaned. She quickly finished her glass of wine and set it aside, then grabbed the edge of the hot tub and lifted slightly. Her lover positioned his cockhead at the entrance of her pulsing cunt, and she slid down on him. She moaned as she squirmed into position.
“You must really need it tonight,” he whispered into her ear. “You must have enjoyed watching all those cocks tonight.”
“Ummm, they weren’t as nice as this one.” Helen brought her legs together and began squeezing her cunt muscles around his trapped cock. Jack set down his wine glass and placed both hands on her waist under the water; he began raising her up and dropping her back down on him. Helen began orgasming quietly, moaning as her back arched, and he quickly followed suit, filling her pussy with cum, that quickly pistoned out and floated in the tub before mixing in.
Helen sagged back against him for several minutes in total bliss, then moved to get out of the tub. “Darling, that was wonderful, but I think I am about to turn into a prune.” She climbed out of the tub and stood next to it in the warm summer breeze coming in from the back yard. By the time Jack had climbed out, she had pulled a pair of large and fluffy towels out of a small cabinet to the side of the tub. They both quickly dried off, then Helen commented, “I really should rub some oil on myself before I chafe.”
“Want some help?”
Helen looked at him curiously. She had only been considering a quick rub with some body lotion, but this might be much more interesting. “Really? That would be nice!”
“Uh, where?”
Helen pointed towards the small exercise mat to the side. It was actually the cover to the hot tub, but it had a waterproof padding and was sturdy enough to be sat upon; normally she kept it to the side as a convenient place to lie down on the deck. She lay down on the mat, face down, and directed Jack into the cabinet. He returned with a small bottle of baby oil, not what she originally had in mind, but much more suitable for what she was now expecting.
Jack knelt naked by Helen’s side and drizzled some oil out onto her back, then rubbed some more onto his hands and fingers. He was a doctor, with their legendary strong and slim fingers, his fingers were more than dexterous enough to work the oil over her skin. Helen murmured happily as he worked over her back, then down both legs, and even between her wide-spread legs and down the crack of her ass. Jack began to recover from his earlier fucking, his cock swelling as he looked down on her glistening body.
“Roll over. It’s time for the front,” he whispered in her ear, then sat back on his heels as she squirmed around to lay face up. Her nipples were prominent and erect. She glanced at him and saw his rapidly filling cock and smiled. Her eyes closed again as he began working over her front.
This time he began with her arms and legs first, avoiding her breasts and pussy until the very last. She gasped when he finally began rubbing her tits with one oily hand while the other delved between her legs. Her back arched and her eyes opened wildly as she came beneath his hands. She glanced at his cock to find it fully erect, the cockhead a majestic purple, and a bead of precum forming at the tip.
“I need it,” she moaned.
Jack smiled down at her and continued to torment her. “What was that?” he asked.
“I need you, Jack! I need you to fuck me!” She writhed beneath him and tried to draw him closer.
Jack gave her another breathtaking orgasm before relenting. Pulling back slightly, he said, “Pull your legs up.” Helen quickly drew her knees up to her chest and spread them apart. Jack twisted around on the mat and knelt between her feet. “Farther ... farther ... spread your legs wide...” He helped position her in an incredibly lewd position, her knees up against her tits and spread wide, her cunt gaping open at him pinkly. Slipping closer, he took his cock in hand and slapped it down against her pussy lips
Helen shook as she orgasmed. “Don’t tease me, that’s so mean!” she complained. “Put it in me! Please!”
Jack smiled as he looked down at her. He would put it in her all right, but not quite as she expected. He surreptitiously oiled his cock up and aimed it at the little brown ring winking at him from below her pussy. Moving closer, he placed his cockhead at the entrance to her ass and slowly began to push inwards.
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