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 unmistakeable 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, jewelled, 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!
