[MF] Night Club Fun

This is a true story. All of my stories are and will be true.

“First, you’re going to put on a show for me.”

It’s deep into the night at a downtown club and I just told my husband, “I need you inside me . . . RIGHT . . . NOW.”

But since I was the first to express sexual desire he wants me to perform for his cock. He wants me to put on a show. As we continue to lean against the center bar, his hand gliding up and down the back of my thigh, inching ever higher underneath my pleated black skirt, I understand what he wants.

I scan the darkened club looking for the best place to put on a show. There are lots of girls already on the main stage where most eyes are watching. I check the side platforms that are smaller, where no more than five girls can dance. I decide on a side platform agains the wall with a stripper pole on it.

“Follow me, then,’ I tell him.

“No. I’m going to stay here and finish my drink,” as he leans agains the bar sipping his Vodka Soda. “I’ll watch from here.”

I give him the dirtiest look I can conjure in my drunk, horny state. I’m not happy with that response. I take in his drunk arrogant posture, turn around, and start slowly working my way through the crowd.

On the way to the platform my hand gets pulled on by a gentleman. I stop and smile at a college age guy with a great physique. All muscles and hair. I look over at my husband who is staring at me, probably wondering why I stopped. I take the guy’s hand and lead him behind me.

I arrive at the platform and let my new friend help me up the two steps in my black heels. I find my place amongst the girls and start slowly dancing using the pole as a prop. I look down and realize not only is the guy I led watching, but there is a large group of guys below us. Hey look, it’s the perfect audience for a performance.

The current song ends, a hip hop song I didn’t immediately recognize, and Salt Shaker by the Ying Yang Twins starts. Two other girls quickly run over and join us making it pretty crowded on the platform. Having no other choice, and with all these hot girls surrounding me, it was time to grind on each other.

Five girls. All hot and drunk. Bodies sliding up, down, and across each other. Being cheered on with hoots, smiles, and nods of approval from the guys enjoying the show. The exact show my husband wanted me to put on.

I start to get daring and begin lightly touching the girl in front of me. Slide my fingers up the side of her jeans. Grab her waist. Push her upper back forward so her ass is protruded out towards me. I look over at my husband and he lifts his glass as if he’s toasting me.

The girl, a beautiful Asian girl, turns around and says, “Your turn.”

I turn around and start dancing into her. I feel her hand slide down my back and then up my thigh. I look over my shoulder and see the guys start to lean in and try to peek under my skirt. Several of them catch my eye, leaning away as not to overstep, then smile and nod in approval.

“I think they want more, sweetheart.”

The petite blond in front of me also took notice and is giving me a drunken smile.

She continued, “I’d give it to them, but I’m in jeans. All the rest of us are in jeans actually.”

I looked around at the other girls, and she was right. All the other girls were in tight fitting jeans. I realized then my husband was going to get more than he probably wanted. And I was suddenly more thankful than ever for all the squats I do during the week.

“Are you down? We’ll help you,” said the gorgeous Asian girl, who had leaned in and heard the conversation.

“You better,” I replied.

I had slowed down dancing while focused on talking with my new friends, but picked it back up now that things were settled. The song blended from Salt Shaker to Nelly’s Hot In Herre, and I felt the Asian girl’s hand slide up my thigh and lift my skirt just a little before it dropped back down. I looked down and the guys were all open-eyed and a few were trying to give discreet fives. But let’s be honest, men are never discreet.

My blond friend squats down and as she comes back up runs her hands up my thighs and lifts my black skirt a little more. There was an audible gasp/cheer/noise from the crowd at that tease. The crowd now seemed to be growing as other men saw what was happening. I raise my arms in the air and sway my waist in the crowd’s direction with the Asian taking the opportunity to run her hands down my sides, catching a little of my 36D side boobs, arriving at my thighs and playfully lifted up the sides of my skirt.

I know my cheeks must have been seen by as greater noise arose from my audience just inches away from me. I looked down at them and then gasped as a crumpled twenty dollar bill landed between my legs. The dirtiness of that sent a wave of warmth through my pussy. I was feeling timid before, but I was getting really into this now.

I looked at my husband as I slowly turned to the middle of the platform. His eyes were wide as he crept forward from the bar. (He told me later it was out of nervousness and horny anticipation as he suddenly knew the crowd was going to get more than he bargained.) I grabbed the pole and slowly slid my feet towards the platform edge, sticking out my ass and arching my back.

The gorgeous Asian put her arms out like she was presenting something on the Price is Right. The blond pinched each side of my skirt and looked at the crowd. I looked over my shoulder, this time not looking at my husband, but locking eyes with the hot college guy from before. He had a big smile on his face as he stared back at me, never breaking eye contact during the next series of events.

There was a crescendo in sound as the guys started practically begging for my skirt to be lifted.

And then it was.

Not quickly. The blond slowly lifted the skirt over my bubble butt, revealing my tangerine colored thong. There was a loud cheer. The Asian did one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced, running her fore finger up my inner thigh and over my moist, excited pussy. It felt amazing and sent a shiver through me. Five seconds later my skirt was flicked back down.

I turned around and there were several hands in the air. I leaned down and high-fived several of them, and made sure to snatch up my twenty dollar bill. My job done, more than done, I walked over to the steps and was helped down by a gentleman from the audience.

I made my way through the crowd towards my husband standing by the exit when the college guy found me.

Looking into those wonderful hazel eyes I told him, “I’m leaving now, but I’d love to give you my number. Where’s your phone?”

He responded, “Why don’t I give you my number?”

“Do I look like I have anywhere to put a phone?” I guess I could have put it in my cleavage, but in truth my husband had it.

“Hold on,” he said, as he took my hand and led me to a different bar than I was at before, this one against a wall adjacent to the stage I was just dancing on.

He leans towards the bartender holding out a five dollar bill, “Hey, you have a pen or Sharpie?”

The bartender looks around the register and hands him a Sharpie. I hold out my hand.

“I don’t think so.” He took my hand and spun me around. “Lean over.”

I did as instructed, putting my hands on the wall sticking out my ass, making sure to arch my back (always important). He squatted on the floor behind me. I feel his hands on the sides of my ass, and then my skirt pushed up again. Holy cow, he didn’t look during my performance, keeping eye contact with me, but he was getting a very up close eye full now. (I still get turned on remembering him taking in my ass, and then my pussy through the sheerness of my satin panties.)

I feel the marker on my left cheek writing, and then over to my right.

Yes, he did. He wrote his phone number on my ass in Sharpie.

“Now I know you won’t forget to call.”

I was smitten. I leaned in, kissed him on the cheek and told him, “Guess you’ll have to wait and see.” I walk by him, past my husband (who had seen the phone number being written and was wide-eyed), and out the door. Twenty feet outside the club I slow down and my husband catches up.

“Hope you enjoyed that. I did. A lot. Take me home.”

My husband just nodded his head. Turned out he was more turned on than he could speak.

We walked hand-in-hand to the car with me telling him I wanted to do it again, making suggestions on where we could go and what I could do next. The fifteen minute Uber ride home was filled with me taking his hand and putting it between my legs, me whispering in his ear how turned on I was, and more. We made out on the walk into our house.

We got inside and immediately bent me over the couch, me still in my clothes and high heels, and unzipped his pants. Moving my skirt up and pulling my panties to the side he slid into me and started fucking me. Hard. I guess some guys like to call it pound town, which I think is a super funny term.

I wanted to make sure he was owning telling me to put on a show and what it led to, so I told him to read the phone number out loud to me. And he did. He slowed down and read a number for every stroke that he pounded into me as hard as possible.

After he finished I responded, “Is that all you got? I bet he could fuck me harder. Read it again.”

And thats when he came inside me. Moaned louder than he had ever before, but that was probably all the alcohol.

I was surely proud of myself as I walked towards the bathroom to clean up, feeling his cum starting to slowly leak out of me. There was a lot that night.

And do you know how hard and long it takes to get Sharpie off your ass? My husband and I were reminded of our adventure for several more days, with me making him only take me doggy style until it was gone.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7dwo3i/mf_night_club_fun