Never in a million years would she have pictured or imagined herself going along with a situation like this but before she knew it she found that she was climbing onto the billiard table, giving them a nice long look at her bare bum in the process. The g-string she had chosen was black and she thought that was bold now but was glad that at least it would be attractive.

She knew she was a good-looking woman. She had a great figure, nice hair and she had always been confident that she was pretty. Men hit on her all the time. She worked out four times a week. But there was also the fact that she’d had two children in the last six years, and despite loosing her baby weight and spending countless hours in the gym, her body would never be at thirty-four what it had been when she was sixteen.

She was on the table feeling the solid, felt surface of the billiard table on her legs. She didn’t know whether to stand or sit when Herb said, –Kneel please.

Probably the only thing that gave her the confidence to do it was the thought that Herb’s wife was in her sixties, Pete’s was in her fifties, and even Midge was more than ten years older than she was.

She got on her hands and knees and couldn’t help trying to attain the most attractive posture possible in that position. She sucked in her tummy, arched her back a little, and let her bum protrude back to elongate her body.

The lamps from the ceiling hung down to just a foot above her and gave her an alluring shadowy appearance. The little skirt barely extended past her waist and in this position it did nothing at all to cover her bum. The table was firm but it was not uncomfortable. She maintained the position and tried to be as still as possible while the men slowly circled around her and admired her from every angle. They were smoking their cigars and they looked very pleased with themselves. She gave away no emotion and said nothing, and while they were happy to make eye-contact with her, they said nothing either.

She found herself hoping they liked what they saw. In fact, the longer she maintained that position, and imagined how her body looked, starting with her black stilettos and extending all the way to her bum with the frill of skirt and the string of her panties, the more confident she grew that she was impressing them.

She couldn’t see the men when they were behind her but she felt more than one hand on her bum, stroking the cheek, and even finding its way along the string of the g-string toward the front.

–Beautiful, she heard in a murmur.

–Exquisite, someone said.

When she spotted Walter he looked happy, proud. She looked at him and realized he would never be enough to satisfy her completely, not now that she had experienced this. She wanted more, more than just her husband who treated her like a secretary and managed to have intercourse with her maybe twice a month. She wanted more, and she was going to get it.

–Get up on your knees now, please, Herb said.

She rose up on her knees, almost like a puppy, and as the four men stood there staring at her, she knew what she had to do next. She reached around her back and unclasped the fastener that held her dress in place. The bodice fell away, revealing her breasts to them. She looked down and saw that they were pert and firm and alluring in the strange light.

–Take it off, Pete said.

By now she was on autopilot. None of the things she was doing were natural to her, but in this strange place, with this enticing company, she found that she could do things she would ordinarily be unable to do. She pulled the dress up over her head and threw it off into the darkness of the room. With the bright lamps so low above her she could hardly see beyond the edges of the billiard table and the men were largely hidden in shadow. This made her less shy as she kneeled in front of them wearing only her black g-string and stilettos.