Here’s part two of this. Again… this thread is completely open to suggestions as I’m still bonking this thing out. Anything on your mind to happen to Susan?
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“You’re not seriously taking me in here, are you?” Susan exclaims at the sight of the building we just pulled into the parking lot for.
“Yep, it’s couples night and there’ll be entertainment for men AND women there!”
“Male and female strippers, eh? In the same titty bar? Interesting.”
“Let’s go, you’re gonna have a great time.”
We get in the club and head to the bar, Susan is standing next to me, surveying the stages where the dancers are doing their thing. There are 5 stages that have women dancing and one that has a single man dancing there. The place is pretty full, even more full than the last bar we were at. The noise level is almost deafening, between the hoots and hollering over the dancers and the music, it’s no wonder that anyone can exchange words between them. I grab our drinks and we head over to a single open table, halfway between one of the male dancer’s stage and a female’s stage.
The dancer on the male stage was a fairly good looking guy, short, but well built and he was wearing nothing but a g-string that obviously had something stuffed into it. The female dancing closest to us was an attractive, small breasted brunette in her mid-twenties that kept eyeing Susan like a lioness eyes her next meal. I take a look around and see a bunch of people dancing on the other side of the bar. I had no idea there was a dance floor, this could get interesting.
Susan is obviously still feeling pretty good from the last set of drinks we had, and the new drink just adds to the fun. She looks a little tipsy, and that’s when she’s her horniest. I see one of the dancers walk by and flag her down. “How about a lap dance?” I ask her.
“Sure, that’ll be $20 plus tip.” I reach for my wallet and fish out $40 and hand it to her and she starts to put her hands on my shoulders.
“It’s not for me, it’s for my wife,” as I nod toward Susan who is now watching the male dancer on stage gyrate his hips seductively towards her.
Without a word, the stripper changes spots from me and parks herself in front of Susan, who now has several different looks splayed across her face: wonder, surprise, and something that looked almost enthusiasm. The dancer starts swaying her hips, working herself over her, rubbing her crotch on Susan’s leg, I mouth “Don’t touch” to her as I get a sideways glance. I watch in amazement as the stripper works Susan over, rubbing her breasts across Susan’s face and gyrating around her. I notice that at one point, Susan’s shirt is lifted up enough to see a little “underboob” and the dancer is playfully rubbing her body across my wife’s nipples, making them erect. The whole sight is nearly too much for me as I feel an erection forming and pressing against my shorts. I am QUITE aroused, watching this stripper spend time rubbing her body across Susan’s barely clothed body.
Eventually, the song ends and we get a round of ‘thank you’s’ from the dancer as well as the surrounding patrons. I hadn’t been the only one watching. Susan gets up and sits in my lap, immediately noticing my hard on, she shifts her weight a little to make sure her ass it right on top of it, adding fuel to the already raging erection I have.
“Seems as though YOU had fun,” she says as she moves my cock around in my shorts with her ass.
“A little…” I say as I reach down between her legs and feel a moist spot in her Daisy Dukes. “It seems as though you had a little fun as well.”
“Oh damn, it was GOOD… I am SO horny now, I could go fuck your brains out in the restroom… or, well… right there on stage,” Susan purrs.
“Let’s go dance a little,” I mutter… Susan looks down at my erection and shrugs, giving it a little squeeze with her hand. I get up, shift my package around a little and the blood drains out enough so I can walk and grab her by the hand and head over to the dance floor. I notice a couple of raised platforms where girls are dancing in various states of undress, being tipped by some of the patrons. I get a questioning look from my wife and we start dancing.
I motion for her to lift her shirt up a little and dutifully, she does, showing a little underboob for everyone. As we dance, she backs into me, rubbing her ass into my crotch, obviously attempting to give me another hard on, but I concentrate a little and keep the blood to my brain, instead of my cock. I reach up and grab the bottom of her shirt and pull, hard enough that the low cut neckline allows a boob to pop out. Quickly she fixes it, but not quickly enough to not draw attention, she’s got a crowd of people watching. She may have forgotten that she’s not wearing a bra and her boobs are doing a bit of dancing on their own.
We dance like this for what seems like hours, oblivious of the people around us. She’s enjoying herself, something I hadn’t seen her do since we were dating. Other couples move around us, and one catches my eye. The male in the couple obviously has no underwear on and it wearing loose fitting, thin, basketball type shorts. Normally not a problem, but when the cock moving around is as large as his, it’s hard to not take notice. Soft… it must be 9 inches long. I pull Susan in and whisper to her, “I want you to ‘accidentally’ brush his cock with your hand.”
“I don’t think I’m drunk enough to do that, you’re asking a lot. I haven’t touched anyone else’s since we got married.”
“It won’t bite, and I’m not asking you to grab it, just brush up against it. Do this and we can go.”
“Ok, fine,” she says. She unceremoniously turns around, dances up to him, and rubs her open palm against it, much to his amazement. She straightens up, grabs me by the hand and we both walk out the door.
“Wow, you sure shocked him.”
“I did, didn’t I?”
“One last place and we’re done for the night.”
“Ok, fine. I’m starting to get tired and I’m still pretty drunk.” We hop in the car and head off to the next spot.
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About 10 minutes into the drive, I lean over and say to her, “That was pretty nice with you sitting on my lap back at the strip bar.”
“You liked that, huh?”
“Yeah, I sure did. How about a little hand job while we go to the next spot.”
Susan shrugs her shoulders and reaches over and unzips my zipper, exposing my poor cock, the bloodflow to it has been nearly nonstop this whole journey. Rubbing a fingernail across the top causes me to flinch a bit and she rests her palm across the shaft and slowly curls her fingers around it. By the time she finally starts stroking it, we’re nearly there and I announce our arrival: the adult bookstore.
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