Ryder Fox, Silver Dollar - Sex Stories

Ryder Fox, Silver Dollar

I went to bed after Amy’s Saturday beach house party (see my story Ryder Fox Rocks). I was exhausted and sore from Jack fucking me nearly senseless along with all the alcohol in my system. My husband Trevor had been concerned, a surprising turnaround for him. He’d given me gentle oral sex at dawn, but I had gone right back to sleep afterward. It was late by the time I finally rolled out of bed on Sunday.

Sunday morning

Sunday was a new day and my twenty-three-year-old body recovered quickly. The first thing I remembered was Jack wanted to see me at the Silver Dollar Saloon in the evening at seven. I went downstairs to find Trevor had made a breakfast spread with eggs, bacon, and sausages along with English muffins and jam. I ate ravenously.

“How can you eat so much after all we drank yesterday?” asked Trevor. “I’m still a bit queasy.”

“I’m an athlete,” I said. “I’ll do a workout this afternoon and burn everything off.”

Trevor had a complete gym in the basement. I used it a lot more than he did.

“What are you going to do? Run on the treadmill?”

“No, I think I’ll go to the fitness studio. I want to try something different.”

“Different? What do you want to do? We have everything here, treadmill, stationary bike, weight machines, free weights.”

“We don’t have what I want.”

I’d been a varsity athlete in college; my event was the high jump. But I’d almost made the gymnastics team as well. The coach had me on the roster as an alternate and I did ...

... workouts with the team. These gymnastics skills came in handy at our sorority where we competed in pole dance competitions against others on campus – and other universities. I was a Zeta and we had the majority of the university cheerleaders, so our pole dancing team was superb. We did these pole dances mainly for charity, but we drew huge audiences. Without false modesty, I can say that I was one of the better pole dancers.

Pole dancing was a great workout and I’d been meaning to take it up again. I packed my gym bag and found Trevor waiting for me in the mud room with his exercise gear.

“I’ll come with you,” he said.

“Suit yourself.”

I went to the women’s locker room in the fitness studio and changed. I wore a sports bra, a sparkly Lycra exercise thong, and stiletto heels with four-inch platforms that made me well over six feet tall. I spread some sticky silver sequins on my skin. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. It had been a few years since I had done this, but I thought I still looked good.

I came out of the women’s locker room to find Trevor changed into his gym clothes. He took one look at my outfit and said, “Ryder, what the hell?”

“You can watch if you want,” I said, leading the way to the pole dance studio.

There was one other girl on one of the poles, but her music was terrible.

“Excuse me,” I said. “But do you mind if we play my music? I have a Bose boombox.”

“What do you want to play?” she asked.

“Blues, with lots of trumpets ...