The Belly Dancer

By Paul S. Forrester

I was delighted when my wife started a new hobby - Belly Dancing. She loved it and I enjoyed the private shows where she would demonstrate each improvement she made just for me.

But once she had learned all she could locally, she asked if we could visit Egypt to learn more from an expert.

As luck would have it, we found an expert in the very first place we looked - but I wasn't prepared for just how intimately he would be teaching my wife, nor how willing she was to become the best Belly Dancer she could be...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Paul S. Forrester
• Release date: Aug 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005930950

Paul S. Forrester

I'm an English guy who enjoys writing erotica, and specialises in subjects that society considers taboo. I find it interesting to explore how different people might react to given situations, especially if it challenges normality.I try to keep a little humour in my work, too. Reading fiction should always be fun, as well as sometimes thought provoking and hopefully, exciting too.

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The Belly Dancer

By Paul S. Forrester

A bored housewife learns all the secrets of dancing from a very personal trainer.

I was delighted when my wife started a new hobby - Belly Dancing. She loved it and I enjoyed the private shows where she would demonstrate how she had improved…

But once she had learned all she could locally, she asked if we could visit Egypt to learn more from an expert.

As luck would have it, we found an expert in the very first place we looked - but I wasn't prepared for just how intimately he would be teaching my wife, nor how willing she was to become the best Belly Dancer she could be...

It started when my wife started going to evening lessons to learn how to Belly Dance. A stay-at-home housewife, Claire was bored by looking after our two kids all day and only having me to talk to in the evenings. She said that dancing not only kept her fit, but it was also fun and sociable too. She soon made friends amongst the other students, and they often stopped off at a nearby pub after classes for a drink together.

I wholly supported my wife in this hobby. I liked that she had a new interest and she seemed much happier and more balanced because of it. And of course, it was no hardship when she showed me her moves in the bedroom, the slow dancing soon leading into us having fun in bed. Claire delighted in showing me how she could move her body so sensually and tried to teach me some of the new terms, but I was too distracted to do take anything in other than sight of the moving goddess in front of me.

It wasn't just the dancing itself that she loved. Claire researched the history of Belly Dancing and its culture. She was soon the best in the class and was starting to get frustrated as her skills reached those of her teacher - a nice meaning but somewhat dim middle-aged lady. Claire wanted to know more, but her teacher simply didn't know and wasn’t interested in learning more to pass it on.

Then one evening, as my wife danced sexily before me in our bedroom, she said.

Georgie, let's go to Egypt!

It took me a while to refocus, having been entranced by her moves. Watching her belly roll and the silken skirt shimmer as she