Her years as a corporate analyst and suburban housewife were hardly good experience for her new career, but money was tight and jobs were few ... an open mind was needed. Leigh had kept the advertisement over a week before making an enquiry. She had even thrown it in the garbage a couple of times, only to retrieve it on both occasions.

The phone call when she made it was surprisingly easy. She was to come for an audition the next day... wear high heels ...no resume required.

"You're hired. You're classy and you've got a great arse ... Roger will be pleased. Lisa will get you in costume and show you a few moves. You'll be paid at the end of each shift. You get to keep your own tips". With that the manageress swept away, presumably to attend to all manner of urgent matters at the pole dancing club.

"Whose Roger?" Leigh enquired of Lisa.

"Oh, Roger is one of our high rollers. He's in oil or something. He's a generous tipper. Lucky you ... you are definitely his type", Lisa replied with a giggle as she patted Leigh playfully on the bottom.

The training was not what you would call comprehensive and that same night Leigh appeared on stage attempting to copy what the other girls were doing, as glitter balls scattered shards of light around the room. She felt awkward, but the crowd was appreciative. Another Barry White classic was booming over the sound system as the Manageress handed her a note: "Private viewing requested, Marquess Room, man's name Roger".

The softly lit burgundy coloured room was lavishly festooned to simulate a tent with the dance pole its centre support. The man sitting there was everything she didn't expect. He was no more than late thirties, handsome, athletic.

"Thankyou for agreeing to dance just for me. I am honoured".

"Oh ... you are welcome ... I am not much of a dancer, at least not yet ... this is my first night here or anywhere else for that matter", Leigh explained as she disrobed.

"Don't worry, your beauty more than makes up for your choreography. You are gorgeous", he countered, putting her immediately at ease.

Leigh by any measure did look stunning. Long dark brown hair framing her strikingly beautiful face and falling softly onto her pert high riding breasts. Her finely framed glasses gave her face an intellectual aspect at odds with her present role. Suspenders, fishnets and heels accentuated her narrow waist, flared hips and plush tapered creamy-white thighs. And best of all, at least to Roger's eyes, her magnificent full heart-shaped derriere. Leigh soon realised Roger was most appreciative when she would arch her back and push her womanly rear towards him.

"Can I touch you?", Roger ventured.

"Is that allowed here?", Leigh checked.

"Well, strictly speaking no" he replied.

She liked his honesty and reversed up to within arms length of him.

His hands were shaking as they glided over the glorious soft white orbs of her shapely bottom ... his hands trying to confirm what his eyes couldn't quite believe.

"You know, you really are something" , Roger enthused.

"Thanks" Leigh replied somewhat inadequately ... she was, after all, awed by his flattery.

Drawing her closer, he took things one step further and began kissing her arse, at first slowly and deliberately and then with increased frequency and urgency. His worship of her curvaceous rear verged on the obsessive, which Leigh found thrilling. Roger then pushed his face into the inviting cleavage of her arse. This had a profoundly calming effect on him and, except for the occasional kiss, he quietly held this most intimate position for a minute or more, before coming back to life and directing his tongue to her pussy. He enthusiastically and repeatedly lapped at her clitoris and the lips of her sex. As he administered to her orally, there was no hiding the fact she was turned on in the extreme. She entered a dreamlike state which was only interrupted by the sound of his fly being unzipped. Leigh turned abruptly.

"Do you mind?", Roger asked, keen not to distress her.

"Ah ... no ... no ... that's fine", Leigh reassured him despite some apprehensions.

She watched intently as his huge erection came provocatively into view. Her hand instinctively reached out to stroke its veined hardness before moving down to cup his large balls as her lips encircled the head of his cock and her tongue flicked the underside. He sat back entranced as she proceeded to suck him. The pleasure was intense and he knew he would cum quickly if he did not stop her. He had other plans. When she paused to kiss the length of his rod, he indicated for her stand and turn away from him. He then guided her into position atop his engorged cock.

Her mind said to cut and run, her body said to stay and be fucked. Her body won. Leigh slowly lowered herself onto his rigid penis. Roger groaned as the full length of his shaft steadily entered her. They stayed momentarily still, she taking in the feelings of being completely filled and he taking in the reality of being inside such a beautiful woman. Keeping their connection, he indicated for her to reach forward and grab the dance pole as he rose to stand behind her. They settled into a rhythmic doggie style fuck. She was breathing heavy and enjoying the vigorous penetration. He was mesmerized by the shimmer of her magnificent buttocks as he rode her.

Her cunt felt exquisite, just perfect Roger thought for milking a man of his seed and all too soon he found himself at the point of no return. He grunted and gripped her hips firmly as he shot his spunk deeply into her. This was the trigger that sent her over the edge and she convulsed in orgasm. He continued to caress her body before dismounting as their breathing settled. She turned and for the first time stared into his eyes. She liked what she saw. Planting a quick kiss on his lips she excused herself and hurried to her dressing room.

The decision to return or not to the stage was made for her. A knock at the door was followed by the Manageress saying "Well done, you've got an early mark ... collect your money at the front desk".

It was more than she had earned in a fortnight in her old job. There was a sealed note and business card with it: "Thankyou Leigh. I will remember tonight forever. Truthfully, I have never done anything like that before. I would love to get to know you, but will understand if that is not possible. You are so beautiful and unspoilt ... Roger". Well, that night she did spoil herself and she called a cab for home. Her encounter with Roger had been erotic, not sleazy and there were no regrets as the cab left the glitzy inner city and barrelled through the leafy northern suburbs, before wending its way through familiar streets and finally coming to a halt in her driveway. She distractedly paid the driver and then approached the front door of her home with the resolve to tell her husband everything. They were a close couple and she wasn't about to ruin things by keeping secrets from him now.

Her husband listened intently and without interruption. He was clearly stunned and her mind froze as she lightly bit her bottom lip and waited anxiously for his reaction. He muttered "wow" but in a flat tone... what did that mean ? He then came over to her, held her shoulders and pulled her towards him. He kissed her passionately and then bent her over the generously upholstered arm of the chesterfield. Two men in one night. Was this really happening to her?

The next morning and with her husband's permission she nervously phoned the number on the business card. A secretarial voice at the other end said routinely "Mr Jenkins is in a meeting, I will see if he can take your call".
Moments later Roger was on the line: "Hi Leigh ... hope you are phoning to have lunch with me". "It depends, where are you taking me?" Leigh challenged lightheartedly. "Let's see, the Rockledge, how does that sound?". It was only the most expensive restaurant in town. "Okay then, but I warn you I'm hungry", Leigh said with a laugh, before negotiating a time to meet there.

It is now several months on and I am happy to say there are no unhappy endings to relate. Leigh enjoys the flashy lifestyle Roger offers and, of course, their hot sessions together, but, at the end of a date, she's always ready to return home to her husband and the contentment and continuity of married life. Roger does not push the agreed to boundaries and considers himself fortunate to have uncomplicated access to another man's vivacious wife. Leigh's husband, for his part, has found having a hot wife satisfies something in his psyche previously unacknowledged. Being cuckolded by her has proved to be no real threat to his male ego. He likes watching her get ready for a date and seeing her go out their door dressed to impress. He vicariously shares in his wife's excitement over her trysts and likewise in the other man's excitement over his wife. Life is good.