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finally her thumb and index finger grasped one cup of her bra. She saw that Paul was holding his breath. She took a long time to pull the cup to the side and expose her breast.
    Her nipples were hard and swollen. She fondled her breast and gently pinched and pulled at the nipple. Paul’s eyes never left her fingers. It was as if he had never seen her before.
    Tracy rested her head against the back of the chair as she duplicated her motions with her other hand on her other breast.
    She leaned forward and pulled the bra off. Paul shifted his position and Tracy watched the small movement as he adjusted his slacks to a more comfortable position.
    With one hand, she continued to stroke her breast while she rested the other on her knee. She slowed the motion on her breast and ran her fingers up the inside of her thigh, just to the top of her stocking. Then she stroked back down to her knee again.
    Paul’s eyes flicked back and forth from the hand on her thigh to the one on her breast.
    “More?” Tracy asked softly. She knew the answer but wanted affirmation from Paul.
    He could only nod.
    Tracy stood up. After two pregnancies, she had lost pride in her breasts. They sagged more than she wished, but now, watching Paul’s face, she raised her elbows and looked down. She could see her large nipples, dark brown and more swollen than she could ever remember.
    She looked back at Paul. Whatever complaint she had with her reflection in her mirror, she had no complaint with her reflection in her husband’s eyes.
    Her skirt had buttons from the top of the slit to the waist. One by one, she opened the buttons until only her hands kept the skirt wrapped around her waist.
    “Yes?” she asked.
    “Please,” Paul said.
    She gently let the skirt fall to the floor. She had bought a pair of black lace panties, which covered the black garter belt that held up her stockings.
    Tracy could see the big bulge in the front of Paul’s slacks. She loved the idea that she had caused it without ever touching him.
    She inserted her thumbs under the waistband of her panties, but Paul said breathlessly, “Not yet.”
    He stood up and took out his wallet. He pulled out a ten-dollar bill and sat back down. He reached out and rubbed the bill up the inside of Tracy’s thigh. Then he tucked it into the top of one stocking.
    She was now a paid stripper, a pro. The thought made her even wetter, hungrier for Paul. But a stripper should give a complete show. Agonizingly slowly, she again hooked her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties and pulled them down an inch at a time.
    It took several long minutes for her pants to join her blouse, skirt, and bra on the floor at her feet.
    When she started to unhook the garters from the stockings, Paul whispered, “Leave them on. I want to make love to you that way.”
    Paul stood up and put one arm around Tracy’s shoulders. His other hand was on her breast, squeezing her nipple. “Come upstairs,” he said, his voice barely audible.
    They walked up to the bedroom and Tracy sat on the edge of the bed. Dressed only in the garter belt, stockings, and shoes, she leaned back on her elbows while Paul undressed. Her curly dark pubic hair showed clearly below the garter belt.
    As Paul pulled down his slacks and underpants, Tracy saw that his cock was enormous.
    Paul stood in front of her, naked. He reached down and grasped his penis. “See what you did?” he said hoarsely. “You made me want you.”
    “And I want
you,
” Tracy said, spreading her thighs.
    Paul sat down on the bed next to her as she lay back. He leaned down and put his mouth around her nipple as he slid his hand between her legs.
    Tracy closed her eyes. Somehow, it feels like I’m making love to a stranger, someone who paid me to strip and has now bought me for the evening. The feeling of this stranger’s fingers stroking the wet flesh between her legs made her so hot.
    Tracy grasped her husband’s throbbing penis. She put the tip against her wet