A show

"I was wondering if you would entertain us with a little dance ..." Starts Mike, before getting interrupted by Chris, who excitingly adds "Oh, and don't forget to strip off your clothes in the act!" Mike smiles at the suggestion.

I must be in exceedingly good spirits because even that only elicits a large smile from me. After a moment, I stand up and say "Well, if you insist. I'd love to dance for you." I smile, standing up in front of them, dancing seductively before them. I quickly have their complete attention, their eyes moving to follow my every stride.

I played it slow, gyrating before them before starting to heat it up. As they watched, I placed both of my hands at my side and pulled my halter off, causing my tits to jiggle and bounce as they came free of its fabric. As I slowly pull the thin fabric over my head, I watch the effect it has on the pair. I notice their staring eyes with amusement and toss the shirt at them. I smile, seeing both reaching out for it, amused as I see Chris grabbing it first, holding it tight against his chest.

I keep dancing, as my breasts bounce freely, rubbing my arms down my sides, starting at my thighs, working my way up to my calves, hips, and finally my breasts in an increasingly sexual context. My skirt, which always hugged my curves so tightly and flatteringly, had already hiked all the way up my legs, exposing everything to their gaze. Not just my perfectly round ass, but also my shaved thatch was on open display. The micro mini skirt is now nothing but a small ribbon of fabric, residing around my hips.

Despite how risqué, not to mention, how exposed I've become, I can't help but feel being turned on by this. Having two attractive young men's rapt attention on my body in this faction has only turned me on even more. As I spread my legs in another swooping, sexual movement, I glance up and see Tiffany smiling in the corner of the room, who is quietly watching from the arm of the couch, seated by Mike.

This almost stopped me in my tracks, but I managed to keep going. I may as well be gyrating around a pole, for how rapt they are in my every moment. I find the attention they are giving quite alluring, and I keep at it. To my further surprise, not to mention sexual excitement, I see a camera has been placed on the back of the couch, and it’s aimed directly at me. Judging by the fact I spotted Tiffany with one hand in her purse earlier, she must have placed it there sometime while cleaning up after the meal.

Talk about an open relationship they must be in. I'm enjoying it too much to stop, and I'm the hostess in any case. It’s my job to keep my guests entertained, and by the looks of things, I'm doing quite a number on them.