Since the nice people at Lush published the story about my floor show at a 40th birthday party, I’ve had some exceedingly kind feedback and a few messages with questions too. With that in mind, I suppose I really should fill in some background that may explain why this was such a big deal for me.
To begin with, I was in my late 30s at the time of my performance in 2015, when Andy and I had been married for 15 years. We have always been very happy and completely honest and comfortable with each other. Although neither of us had been particularly sexually active before we met, we made love regularly but were not hugely adventurous in the bedroom. That all changed after my show. I am not a natural exhibitionist and used to be quite nervous about public showers and sunbathing topless on holiday. That too has changed as I’ve learned to live with myself as I am. I also now live a life that’s for me, not others. I love Andy more than anyone else in this world; that hasn’t changed, but in the last ten years we’ve pushed at the edges of the envelope, becoming even closer and more trusting than ever before. I might be narrating this, but it isn’t my story; it’s ours.
In the weeks after my public dance routine, I saw my friends several times, and although we spoke about it in general terms, we didn’t go into detail. I wasn’t embarrassed; I still got a thrill when I thought about the way I had displayed my body, but I wanted to continue evolving. My show had impacted on the others though; one had decided to take a pole dancing fitness class to surprise her partner on his birthday, and another confided that she already had lingerie very similar to what I’d worn at the party. She’d slipped it on when she got home after my show causing her husband to go wild and fuck her three times in one night. Quite an event apparently. I was also very shyly asked by probably the most reserved woman in the group if Andy and I would ever consider joining them for a sex session.
“Do you mean an orgy?” I asked, making her blush before she replied, “No, it would just be the four of us.”
I really had to choke back my shock and not let her see it. I wasn’t offended by the question, but she was the last person in the world I would have thought was into that kind of thing. I let her down very gently with the truth that Andy and I were completely exclusive, we didn’t play outside our marriage, and that my strip-show was absolutely just me getting something out of my system.
I’m happy to say that we are still very good friends, although I’m now quite conscious of her looking at me in the showers at the gym. That’s actually a turn-on for me, and I usually manage to give her a good look at my crack while I dry my toes. I’m a bad person – what else can I say?
I told Andy in the kitchen later, and after he finished laughing, he told me her husband had come to him with the same offer. He assured me he had been just as honest and gentle as I had been when he declined. He was not conscious of his dick being checked out in the changing rooms, however, but he promised to monitor that situation and report back. He muttered something that sounded like, “Mind you, it might be quite nice watching you girls licking each other.” I slapped him across the backside with a towel for that one.
Around that time, there was a ladies’ night out complete with some very rude girl talk, and for the first time, I found myself joining in. I kept our really private details quiet but was happy to talk about how often we shagged, how big Andy is (he is, actually) and what gets us going. I was surprised to learn that two of the group regularly watched porn with their husbands and found it a huge turn-on. Andy and I had never done that, but I assumed that he watched porn on his own while masturbating, although I’d never seen him do that either. As usual, that got my brain into self‑analysis mode and left me thinking, “But why not? He loves watching me touch myself, and I get really wet when he asks me to do it for him, so why have I never watched him wanking?”
I promised to address that in time, but the porn question was the one I wanted to deal with first as it had never featured in my life other than when I occasionally and genuinely found it by accident online at work.
A few days later we were having dinner, and I just asked outright, “Andy, do you watch porn?”
He spluttered a bit, swallowed his food, and said, “Yes, I do sometimes. Why?”
“Well, I heard that some couples enjoy it together. Do you think I would like it? Would you like to watch a dirty movie with me?”
Andy got his big smile back very quickly and answered, “Absolutely. To both questions.”
After dinner, I had a shower while Andy organised something he described as being beginner-friendly, and we met up in the living room. I wasn’t sure how I was going to react to this. Would I be turned on? Disgusted? Even worse, indifferent? I was quite apprehensive, but planning ahead, I had tried to cover all eventualities by wearing a long sleep tee-shirt but with my stripper thong underneath just in case one thing led to another. For quite obvious reasons, Andy loves that pair of knickers.
Andy seemed very amused by the situation, but he didn’t make fun of me. He turned the lights down and handed me a glass of wine on the couch, saying softly, “Relax and enjoy; if it’s not your thing, we’ll find something else to do.”
Then he pressed play.
The scene opened in a bathroom with a woman in her 20s showering. It was all very soft focus and dreamy, and we watched her washing her breasts and lightly haired pussy before drying herself then putting on a black see-through lingerie set that included stockings and suspenders. I loved the shot where the sheer material of her knickers flattened her slight bush, and I could see a nice set of bunched labia beneath. The camera concentrated on her, allowing us to appreciate her beautiful face and very fit body.
I felt Andy squirm beside me, and looking over, I saw that the front of his trousers was bulging, making me ask, “Are you hard already? Is this all it takes to get you going?”
“I love this movie, but watching you licking your lips and touching your breast is what’s doing it for me.”
I wasn’t even aware that I had been doing either. This was becoming interesting.
The woman moved into the bedroom where a beautifully toned and naked man with a huge, hard cock was lying on the bed. As I’ve said, Andy is big, but this guy was a giant. She moved over to the bed and, without a word, started kissing his mouth and stroking his cock. He got even bigger!
She then moved down the bed and started licking the full length of his shaft, releasing a drop of pre-cum from the tip, which she put in her mouth. That was it for me; I stopped worrying about everything, lifted my tee-shirt so that Andy could see my thong and started rubbing myself underneath the lacy material. That made him so happy, and I was thrilled that he was watching me, not the movie.
I imagine that what followed on screen was fairly standard in the world of porn. After sucking his cock and licking his balls for a while, the model lay back on the bed and spread her legs. She pulled her panties to one side, and the guy went totally down on her, simultaneously fingering and licking her fanny while she played with her tits. There were a lot of close-up shots, and I could see her swollen labia and clit in full pink HD. It was beautiful to look at, and the way the guy’s tongue was thrashing around her soaking slit was very arousing. My thong and tee-shirt had long since been thrown across the room, and I was rubbing myself hard while Andy licked my nipples and watched my fingers at work. He was still watching me, not the porn. I kept my eyes on the screen as the girl became really noisy before she came, leaking pussy juice all over her lover’s face. My first orgasm coincided with the model’s, although I didn’t squirt.
The girl then got up on her knees and lifted her bum in the air, giving the camera a full view of her wet, open cunt and anus. “Just like me at my strip-show,” I thought proudly and watched the man gently push his huge cock into her pussy before starting to thrust back and forward.
“Fuck me just like that,” I said and got onto the floor in precisely the same position as the model, but facing the screen because I wasn’t going to miss anything. For some reason, Andy still had his clothes on. It took about three seconds for that to be resolved, and I was delighted to see his big, thick cock spring out, ready for action. He knelt behind me and gently but easily pushed himself into my soaking cunt. I felt that every nerve ending was on fire while he fucked me, and I reached under to rub my clit just like the model was doing.
I watched on the screen as the guy alternated between fucking the girl with his cock and then his fingers, slipping them in and out of her very wet hole. Without being asked, Andy followed suit, and I orgasmed for a second time, this time spraying just a little on his hand.
The man on the screen then pushed one very well-lubricated finger into the girl’s bumhole, causing her moans to become louder. I somehow managed to squeeze out the words, “Do that to me please, put a finger in my arse.”
Andy hesitated. “Please,” I squeaked, and he coated one finger with my fanny juice and started circling my bum hole. I pressed back against him, and oh, so very slowly, he pushed it inside me. There was slight resistance at the entrance before it slid in, and I almost screamed at the absolute intensity of it. I could actually feel his finger pressing through the wall of my anus onto the cock still inside my cunt, and I screamed as orgasm number three erupted, making a total mess on the floor and soaking Andy’s balls. That was too much for him, and I felt his fucking become more frantic. “Come inside me now,” I shouted, and he did, making my vagina even warmer and wetter than before.
Andy withdrew and fell back on the floor. I stayed on my knees with my bum in the air and watched the screen as the guy pulled out of the girl, rolled her onto her back, then fucked her some more before he came mightily on her small area of pubic hair. I watched with my mouth open as she collected his creamy cum on her fingers from the wispy hairs of her bush and put it in her mouth. She then French-kissed her lover, and I saw his spunk dribbling from both their mouths.
I had never seen anything so hot in my life, so I reached around to my pussy and held a hand over my opening. I straightened my back and felt Andy’s cum spilling onto my hand. I let it pool in my palm, then lifted it to my mouth and sucked it up. My suddenly hard-again husband knew exactly what I was going to do, and he sat up, allowing me to kiss him full on his mouth. I passed his own sweet-tasting cum (I make him eat lots of pineapple) onto his tongue, and he groaned into my open lips. We passed it back and forward a few times before I swallowed it all. It was incredible. I could taste other elements in our cocktail: my fanny, obviously; the wine we had shared at dinner; the lemon from our dessert; and a strangely pleasant, musky flavour. Delicious.
Andy was still hard, and since I’m a kind and generous person, I went into a 69 position on top of him, giving him a quick blowjob while he licked me clean. He had never done that before, and I was extremely impressed. I finished him with a handjob, and considering the load he had emptied into me 20 minutes earlier, the spray of cum he generated was admirable.
We cleaned up the mess on the carpet but left the dinner dishes until the next day, showered together, then went to bed, falling asleep almost immediately. My last half-conscious thoughts were that a couple of months ago, I would never have even considered doing many of the things that had pushed me over the top that evening. “There’s a whole new world out there, Carrie,” I thought, just as I remembered that we still had to talk about wanking.
