I Went to a ***** Club With My Wife
My wife is very bi, though she rarely acts on it these days. She was also a dancer herself briefly when she was very young. So it's not surprising we like going to the ***** club together. She has a jealous streak that's tough to predict though... sometimes she's fine with me being all over a dancer, other times she'll chew me out just for slipping my arm around a ********'s waist in greeting. Still, we've had some seriously sexy backroom adventures.
One time in particular, we were at a club and one very cute very bi dancer really took a liking to my wife. It didn't take long for the three of us to end up in the back room together.
It was a fairly open space with several couches and various strippers grinding all over guys laps. We sit down on the couch, and after a brief stint grinding my **** hard, the dancer is all over my wife and her 38D ****. They were obviously really into each other, hands wandering everywhere.
My wife is wearing a skirt with no underwear, and before I know it, her **** are halfway hanging out of her bra and her skirt is hiked nearly up to her hips. The show the two of them were putting on was starting to turn heads... the bouncers, other dancers, even the guys who had gorgeous strippers grinding their perfect ***** on their *****.
One thing quickly led to another, and before I know it the dancer is on her knees in front of my wife and starts going down on her, right there in the club. It felt like my eyes jumped a full foot out of my head. She's not just teasing it either, she's full-on burying her tongue in my wife's willing wet ***** and sucking hard on her ****! It would have been one thing for this to happen in the private Champagne Room after a few hundred favors had been exchanged, but it was quite another for this to happen in a crowded open room with dozens of eyes on them for the price of a couple cheap couch dances. It was all I could do not to *** in my pants.
The bouncers watched the show intently for several minutes (along with nearly everyone else in the room) before they finally started exchanging glances and talking into their radios. After another couple minutes of radio chatter, they very slowly but surely began making their way through the maze of couches to where my wife was openly getting her ***** eaten. By this time my wife has her legs wrapped around the dancer's shoulders with a fistfull of her hair, pulling her mouth harder against my wife's eager ****. I didn't have the heart to warn them the bouncers were coming, wanting to milk every last second of this spectacular scene. The bouncers were practically touching legs with my wife by the time either of them noticed, and the dancer finally came up for air wearing the naughtiest expression and my wife's juices dripping from her mouth. My wife was nearly fully exposed to both the bouncers standing right there, as well as the rest of the room.
Things happened pretty quickly after that. We were politely asked to leave. By the time my wife got herself dressed and gathered up her purse, a manager was there pulling the dancer out of the room. The open office door happened to be next to the entrance, and on our way out we overheard her getting unceremoniously fired. On the drive home we both admitted that it had occurred to both of us to invite her back to our hotel room, but the drama was just getting underway as we were being ushered out the door, and we were both far too horny to wait for any period of time to see if she'd emerge from the club. We made a beeline for the hotel and relived the entire thing as we ******. It was hard to tell if my wife was more turned on by having her ***** eaten by such a cutie, or the fact that several people watched the whole thing.
As sad as it is for anyone to lose their job, it was the girls' own doing. My wife will still occasionally brag about getting a ******** fired.
One time in particular, we were at a club and one very cute very bi dancer really took a liking to my wife. It didn't take long for the three of us to end up in the back room together.
It was a fairly open space with several couches and various strippers grinding all over guys laps. We sit down on the couch, and after a brief stint grinding my **** hard, the dancer is all over my wife and her 38D ****. They were obviously really into each other, hands wandering everywhere.
My wife is wearing a skirt with no underwear, and before I know it, her **** are halfway hanging out of her bra and her skirt is hiked nearly up to her hips. The show the two of them were putting on was starting to turn heads... the bouncers, other dancers, even the guys who had gorgeous strippers grinding their perfect ***** on their *****.
One thing quickly led to another, and before I know it the dancer is on her knees in front of my wife and starts going down on her, right there in the club. It felt like my eyes jumped a full foot out of my head. She's not just teasing it either, she's full-on burying her tongue in my wife's willing wet ***** and sucking hard on her ****! It would have been one thing for this to happen in the private Champagne Room after a few hundred favors had been exchanged, but it was quite another for this to happen in a crowded open room with dozens of eyes on them for the price of a couple cheap couch dances. It was all I could do not to *** in my pants.
The bouncers watched the show intently for several minutes (along with nearly everyone else in the room) before they finally started exchanging glances and talking into their radios. After another couple minutes of radio chatter, they very slowly but surely began making their way through the maze of couches to where my wife was openly getting her ***** eaten. By this time my wife has her legs wrapped around the dancer's shoulders with a fistfull of her hair, pulling her mouth harder against my wife's eager ****. I didn't have the heart to warn them the bouncers were coming, wanting to milk every last second of this spectacular scene. The bouncers were practically touching legs with my wife by the time either of them noticed, and the dancer finally came up for air wearing the naughtiest ex
Things happened pretty quickly after that. We were politely asked to leave. By the time my wife got herself dressed and gathered up her purse, a manager was there pulling the dancer out of the room. The open office door happened to be next to the entrance, and on our way out we overheard her getting unceremoniously fired. On the drive home we both admitted that it had occurred to both of us to invite her back to our hotel room, but the drama was just getting underway as we were being ushered out the door, and we were both far too horny to wait for any period of time to see if she'd emerge from the club. We made a beeline for the hotel and relived the entire thing as we ******. It was hard to tell if my wife was more turned on by having her ***** eaten by such a cutie, or the fact that several people watched the whole thing.
As sad as it is for anyone to lose their job, it was the girls' own doing. My wife will still occasionally brag about getting a ******** fired.
By:
One1trackmind
Age:
41-45
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Male
