TatyanaErszebet
Virgin
- Joined
- Nov 30, 2001
- Posts
- 10
The cold October wind caught the wife's skirt and twisted it about. She reached out for her husband's hand and held it tightly. They were grinning wickedly and occasionally would break out into giggles. The man had married her knowing she was bi-sexual. He frequently fantasized about lesbians, grouping together his exs and women he had passed on the street together in his mind.
Once he masturbated thinking of his wife and her best friend. When he told his wife she first freaked out, then after calming down she suggested that they go to his favourite strip club. They walked up to the dimly lit building, she had the overwhelming feeling of being very naughty. The doors opened revealing sleazy pornography painted on the walls, mostly women posing seductively with flowers, suggestively contemplating dyking it out.
The entrance curved around, leading to a door, a body guard and a booth to pay entrance. The husband paid as his wife walked casually into the large dark room. Televisions were everywhere. Five different porns were showing throughout the joint. The walls were all mirrored, the bar was on her right, the VIP section on her left. Directly infront of her stood a stage with lights around it and hard rock music pulsated from the walls. The anonymous men sprinkled throughout the place and waitresses wearing tight white T-shirts, black bikini bottoms and fish-net stockings rushed passed her.
She chose a seat close to the stage and ordered a gin and tonic. Her husband appeared at her side with a Labatt Blue in his hand. He pulled up a seat. Then the music became louder, a smoke machine ejaculated its steam and a blonde in a little red leather number came out strutting. She sucked. The wife downed her drink and rolled her eyes towards her husband. He smiled and winked back.
Four more strippers came out and each sucked worse than the last. The wife picked up her purse and began to stand up to leave when The Beatles' "Come Together" started up from the speakers. The most gorgeous brunette the wife had ever seen came out onto the stage. The stripper saw the wife at once. She seemed to dance for her alone. The stripper undressed at once. She fondled herself, stimulated and teased herself, solely for the wife. She danced, slowly curved her body around. Shoved her body in the other woman's face. She winked and smiled. The wife was pulsating, shaking and hot. She squeezed her husband's hand and let him know that the stripper was the one she wanted.
She danced for two more songs before she finally left the stage. The husband got up to go and get her, leaving his wife alone at their table. She watched the people in the bar, the porn on the televisions. She was horny. She wanted that woman badly. By God, this was going to be fun. And after she left with her husband, they would go home and fuck all night.
* * *
The stripper had changed into a long flowing orange dress with slits up both legs. She held a small sequened purse loosly in her hand. She smiled at the wife, her blue eyes taking in the flamboyantly sexy curves the wife possessed. The stripper reached out her hand and introduced herself; "Hi, I'm Catherine". The wife reached out her hand in return and responded; "Krista". Then both women unanimously said; "It's nice to meet you". They smiled. Catherine led the way to the VIP section of the club. Little cubicles adorned with an elegant chair facing a stool with a towel lying gently on it. Catherine led Krista and her husband to the last cubicle. The women sat down in their appropriate seats and Catherine began to dance. Strobe lights flickered in time to the beat in the rock song playing loudly in the bakcground. Catherine brought her arms up to her face and hair.
Once he masturbated thinking of his wife and her best friend. When he told his wife she first freaked out, then after calming down she suggested that they go to his favourite strip club. They walked up to the dimly lit building, she had the overwhelming feeling of being very naughty. The doors opened revealing sleazy pornography painted on the walls, mostly women posing seductively with flowers, suggestively contemplating dyking it out.
The entrance curved around, leading to a door, a body guard and a booth to pay entrance. The husband paid as his wife walked casually into the large dark room. Televisions were everywhere. Five different porns were showing throughout the joint. The walls were all mirrored, the bar was on her right, the VIP section on her left. Directly infront of her stood a stage with lights around it and hard rock music pulsated from the walls. The anonymous men sprinkled throughout the place and waitresses wearing tight white T-shirts, black bikini bottoms and fish-net stockings rushed passed her.
She chose a seat close to the stage and ordered a gin and tonic. Her husband appeared at her side with a Labatt Blue in his hand. He pulled up a seat. Then the music became louder, a smoke machine ejaculated its steam and a blonde in a little red leather number came out strutting. She sucked. The wife downed her drink and rolled her eyes towards her husband. He smiled and winked back.
Four more strippers came out and each sucked worse than the last. The wife picked up her purse and began to stand up to leave when The Beatles' "Come Together" started up from the speakers. The most gorgeous brunette the wife had ever seen came out onto the stage. The stripper saw the wife at once. She seemed to dance for her alone. The stripper undressed at once. She fondled herself, stimulated and teased herself, solely for the wife. She danced, slowly curved her body around. Shoved her body in the other woman's face. She winked and smiled. The wife was pulsating, shaking and hot. She squeezed her husband's hand and let him know that the stripper was the one she wanted.
She danced for two more songs before she finally left the stage. The husband got up to go and get her, leaving his wife alone at their table. She watched the people in the bar, the porn on the televisions. She was horny. She wanted that woman badly. By God, this was going to be fun. And after she left with her husband, they would go home and fuck all night.
* * *
The stripper had changed into a long flowing orange dress with slits up both legs. She held a small sequened purse loosly in her hand. She smiled at the wife, her blue eyes taking in the flamboyantly sexy curves the wife possessed. The stripper reached out her hand and introduced herself; "Hi, I'm Catherine". The wife reached out her hand in return and responded; "Krista". Then both women unanimously said; "It's nice to meet you". They smiled. Catherine led the way to the VIP section of the club. Little cubicles adorned with an elegant chair facing a stool with a towel lying gently on it. Catherine led Krista and her husband to the last cubicle. The women sat down in their appropriate seats and Catherine began to dance. Strobe lights flickered in time to the beat in the rock song playing loudly in the bakcground. Catherine brought her arms up to her face and hair.
