Special Night Out [FFM]

“The Uber is on its way”, I said to my wife as she stepped out of the bedroom in her flowing white and yellow sundress, snugly hugging her small, but perky breasts and draping over her perfect hips to just above her knee. Sara has always had the perfect sized chest where she could get away without wearing a bra and the spaghetti straps left more than enough to the imagination.

“Ok great”, she said. “I’m almost done my makeup.” She was the kind of woman that didn’t need makeup because she was blessed with smooth pale skin and she regularly took care of it with moisturizers. But tonight, tonight was a special night, so she added just a touch of eyeliner and mascara while she applied the final touches of her red lipstick.

Within minutes, the driver arrived and as we scurried out the door, I couldn’t help but lightly squeeze her little round ass while she walked by. She gave me a sly grin and bounced towards the waiting Uber. As I opened the rear door for her, she told me to go first. A little-known secret is that she likes sitting behind the passenger seat so she can see if the driver is checking her out in the rearview mirror. She’s a bit of a closet exhibitionist.

The driver confirmed the destination with me and quietly said to himself, “Oh, I know that place” before looking in the rearview mirror at Sara and smiled. She smiled shyly and turned to me, a little flushed in the face. Sara is very shy and usually won’t talk to anyone unless she has to or knows them well, so she quietly sat in her seat for most of the ride occasionally pointing out a stupid driver or fidgeting with her dress.

After about 15 minutes, we arrived at our destination and hopped out of the car. As we stood on the sidewalk, we saw several men, from all walks of life, walking into the building. Most of them were in business suits, but some were a little more casual. Near the entrance there were two tall, muscular men at the door letting people in, while 3 or 4 beautiful women stood nearby, chatting with the bouncers when there were gaps in the line.

One of them was a blonde, with long straight hair down to her ass and big fake boobs barely hidden under her purple crop top. Her black yoga pants were skin tight and were definitely working overtime to keep her fit ass and thighs in them. Another was a tiny Asian who couldn’t have been more than 5 feet tall and 100lbs. She looked even smaller standing next to the two bouncers who were at least 6 foot 5 each. Her hair was pin straight and black, about shoulder length and she wore a tight white top that showed her toned midsection to just above her belly button. She wore tight, sparkly white pants that complimented her tiny frame remarkably and slightly rode up her ass crack.

The third one that I remember was a brunette, with hair about halfway down her back. She had a big’ish ass, but not huge. It looked firm and enough to grab onto for sure. She had a small waist and normal-sized boobs. Not tiny, but not huge either – maybe a full B or C cup. She wore a silver sequined dress where the back was open pretty much down to the small of her back and the dress barely hung off her ass before stopping just below. I remember the bottom of her dress softly fluttering in the light breeze as she stood there.

“I’m nervous”, Sara said as we assessed the situation. “These women are all so beautiful. And what if I am not allowed in?” “I’m sure they won’t have an issue with you being in there, as long as we aren’t causing any problems. And, of course, giving them money!” I chuckled in an encouraging way. Going to a strip club has been something that Sara has wanted to do for a really long time. She finally got the courage to go, all we needed to do now is go through the door. “Ok, fuck it!” she said as she grabbed my hand and started towards the door.

As we got closer, the bouncers stepped aside to allow us through and two of the girls smiled at us. As we walked past, the brunette looked up from her phone and said “Oh, hi! Welcome! I hope you have a great time tonight!” while smiling sweetly. This made Sara feel much more at ease and she replied with “Thanks!” I paid the $20 cover charge for myself (there was no charge for Sara) at the booth in the barely lit entrance way. I could hear the sound of music and the pounding of bass from behind the next set of frosted glass doors, with a muffled sound of a man over a microphone encouraging the crowd. Within moments, I opened the door to let Sara in and the music and energy of the place quickly swept over us like a crashing wave at the beach. There were 3 stages, a main one in the center and two smaller ones on the left and right of the room. There was small catwalk between them, but the stages were primarily isolated. In the front-right corner, there was a DJ booth elevated off the floor, between the center and right stages, with a DJ bobbing his head to the hip hop music and waving one hand in the air. Lights were flashing on and off, all different colors with two big spotlights lighting the center stage. On the left, towards the back, there was a large bar with a mirror behind it and what must have been hundreds of top-quality liquor bottles shelved in front of it. On the right, there was an entrance to the washrooms and in the back right, there was a big entrance with glass beads and a sign that said VIP.

There were tables with chairs and booths scattered throughout the entire room. Many of them were filled with people, mostly men, but there were a few women too – they looked like groups of business people looking to blow off some steam, so we grabbed an open booth in the back near the VIP entrance. The booth was designed so that your backs were to the wall with only short 45-degree angled seats that wrapped around the sides. It pretty much meant that you were always facing outwards towards the stages. There was a small, round table in front of it for putting your drinks on.

“So, what do you think?” I asked my wife as we settled in beside each other. “It’s a lot less intimidating”, she admitted as she looked around. “I thought it would be a lot less friendly.” Just then, a waitress stopped by and introduced herself as Vanessa. She asked if she could get us anything to drink. “I’ll have a ‘rum n coke’ please”, I said before turning towards Sara. “Do you want a Pina Colada?” “Ummm… I think I’m going to have a mojito, actually!” she said with excitement. Vanessa smiled with an enthusiastic “Coming right up!” as she turned away, headed for the bar, her ass bouncing side to side in tight silver daisy dukes as she walked. “She’s got a nice bum”, Sara said as we watched her walk away.

We chatted for about an hour while we looked around and watched the girls on stage dancing. We commented on the ones that we thought were most attractive or best dancers, etc. while we sipped our drinks that Vanessa had been bringing for us. There were dancers coming and going on the floor in between their sets, flirting with the men and working the crowd. A few of them provided lap dances right there on the floor and the groups were hooting and hollering as they did.

All of a sudden, the room went dark, followed quickly by strobe lights and a new song that had a slow start with a bit of an intro. The spot lights on the center stage started moving around in circles and the host announced with the enthusiasm of a ring announcer, “Llllaaadies and gentleman! Let’s give it up for our guest of honor this evening, the one and only, Jasmine!” The music’s bass hit hard, timed perfectly with the host finishing on cue. Onto the stage walks the very brunette that we saw when we first came into the club, only she was wearing sexy black and grey librarian outfit with her hair up in two buns on the top of her head and thick, black-rimmed glasses. She walked straight to the pole at the front of the stage and spun around it as she flipped her head back releasing her hair out of the buns at the same time, perfectly time with another crash of the bass. The crowd went nuts and everyone was scrambling to get a great view.

“Hey! That’s the girl from outside!” Sara exclaimed, obviously very excited as she sat forward to get a better view of the show. We watched the show intently as Jasmine performed an amazing act. I was rock hard in my pants watching her dance, but also from seeing Sara enjoy watching her so much too. Sara had never been with a woman before, but she admitted that she found some of them attractive and we’ve fantasized about a threesome or her with a woman while I watched. Jasmine was definitely her type and I could only guess what she was thinking about as she gently bit her lower lip while watching her every move. After a couple of songs, Jasmine’s routine wound down and there were tons of one- and five-dollar bills all over the stage. “I want go give her a tip. Is that OK? How much should I give her?” Sara asked excitedly, already digging in her purse for the cash. “As much as you want to. I don’t think there is a set rule.” I said, encouraging her to hurry before she left the stage. She quickly ran up to the stage and caught her just as she was walking off. Jasmine saw her approaching, so she stopped and turned back to meet her at the side of the stage. As Jasmine bent down to reach out to her, Sara handed her two twenties and said something to her, but I couldn’t quite make out what she said. But I could see Jasmine reply with what looked like “Aww, thank you! You too!” with a great big smile.

By the time she got back to the booth, Vanessa had brought our third round of drinks and Sara sat down with a huge smile on her face and was looking a little flushed with embarrassment. She grabbed her mojito and took a sip. “Soooo, what did you say to her?” I asked with a big smile on my face. “I told her she was so sexy!” she said, as she bit her lower lip again and exhaled loudly. I agreed, laughed at her and then kissed her on the cheek. I didn’t think my cock could get any harder than that. We chit chatted a little more for a while as we watched the people around us and admired the dancers walking around the room while they weren’t on stage. The women really were beautiful and there was such a wide variety. Someone for everyone, it seemed. After another 20 minutes went by, it was getting late and our drinks were nearly finished so I called Vanessa over and squared up our tab. 3 drinks usually knocks the petite Sara out, but tonight she was just a little past the tipsy side, I would say. She was still able to stand, so that was a good thing.

I got my phone out to start ordering an Uber when Jasmine appeared at our booth, back in the same silver dress she had on earlier. She sat down beside Sara and said “Hey there! Did you guys have a fun time tonight?” We said that we definitely did and Sara explained that she was super nervous about coming to a strip club and that it was her first time. “Oh honey, we would never turn away a beautiful lady like you!”, Jasmine said as she gently pushed Sara’s bare shoulder in a playful way. The three of us talked small talk for a few minutes about where she was from and how old we all were, etc. and as we talked, I could see the body language between them getting a little closer, with gentle touches here and there from both sides. Eventually, I said “Hey Jasmine, how would you like to give Sara a lap dance before we leave?” while I looked at Sara. “Oh my God, no!” Sara squealed as her face turned bright red of embarrassment. “I would love to, if she would like me to!”, Jasmine proclaimed, noticing Sara’s profound mortification. Sara confessed that she would have no idea what to do in that situation and Jasmine confidently replied, “Oh Sweetie, you just leave that to me” with a wink as she grabbed her hand and lead her towards the VIP section. “Let’s go, you too!” she said to me as she pulled Sara along.

She took us through the beaded doorway and the music softened as we turned a corner to the left, which opened into another room, even fancier than the main room we just left. There were a few people in some of the booths with bottles of Champagne in buckets of ice and girls all around them. We continued past them and to some smaller, private rooms at the back. They too had glass beads for a door and the room was a little darker, but still enough light to see. There were speakers in each room, playing the same music as out on the main floor, but it wasn’t as deafening and the bass wasn’t as loud, but you could still feel the walls vibrating just a little bit.

Jasmine sat Sara down on a narrow, lazyboy-type of leather chair, but without the arms or the recliner, and Sara pulled her dress back down over her lap because it had ridden up a little as she sat down, fidgeting with the hem of her dress, unsure of what to do. There was another chair almost directly opposite, but off to the side just a little and in the corner, where I sat, watching Sara. Jasmine turned away from Sara, facing my direction and sat down into her lap while the music played, slowly grinding her big’ish ass to the rhythm and pulling the bottom of her silver dress up, resting on the top of her ass, revealing her black thong. Sara quickly moved her hands away from her lap and placed them by her side, terrified to move. However, she was staring intently at Jasmine’s ass, admiring it. “You can touch it”, Jasmine said as she grabbed both of Sara’s hands and placed them on her ass. A big smile came across Sara’s face as she looked up at me, saying “It’s so firm!” and squeezing it at the same time. After a few seconds, Jasmine stood up and turned around, now facing Sara, and sat back down on her lap. She started grinding into her as if she were riding a bull, then looked back at me over her shoulder, saying “How is that view?” Re-adjusting my pants, I mumbled out “I think I’m in heaven” as she laughed and turned back around, focusing her attention back on Sara. As she rode her, her dress was once again sitting on top of her ass, with her black thong wedged perfectly up her ass crack, but what I hadn’t notice until then was that Sara’s dress had ridden up again, and she wasn’t wearing panties. Oh, what a wonderful sight that was – she has such a beautiful shaved pussy with her little pink lips just barely coming out when she is aroused. And being able to see that while watching another beautiful lady sitting on her lap, I almost came right then.

As my wife reached around and grabbed the dancer’s ass again, Jasmine slowly pulled her dress up over her head with both hands, first revealing her flat belly and eventually her nice, firm tits dropping out right in front of Sara’s face. With the dress now on the floor beside them, Jasmine leaned forward and pushed her tits right into Sara’s face, shaking them from side to side, grabbing the back of Sara’s head to hold it there for a moment. “Wow, you smell nice.” Sara murmured from within Jasmine’s chest, as she continued dancing on her lap, with her hair flipping back and forth while moving to the rhythm of the music and her tits bouncing. Every once in a while, I could see Sara kiss her chocolate brown nipples as they came close to her face again and again, while Jasmine seemed to encourage it by pressing them together with her hands. What happened next came as a total surprise to me, mostly because I didn’t expect it from Jasmine, but also because I didn’t expect my loving wife to allow it, but Jasmine grabbed both of Sara’s spaghetti straps at the same time and pulled them down over her shoulders. Since she wasn’t wearing a bra, her perky breasts fell out the top of her dress as it was peeled down over them. Her pale little pink nipples were hard as diamonds and her blue piercing sparkled in the dim light like a beacon at sea. Jasmine didn’t fail to notice that, as she said “Oh my, someone has a naughty secret!” and quickly wrapped her lips around my wife’s beautiful nipple, moaning while she started to lick it. I watched Sara’s eyes roll back in her head as she leaned back to enjoy the pleasure of another woman licking her breasts, putting her hand in Jasmine’s hair while she did as a cue to continue.

The lovely brunette with her lips on my wife’s breasts slowly started kissing down Sara’s chest, pealing her dress down with her as she went. Sara continued to keep her hand in Jasmine’s long hair at the back of her head and used her free hand to start squeezing her own breast, playing with her nipple as she did. Jasmine kissed along her abs to her belly button before peeling her dress all the way down to the floor, revealing her soaking wet pussy. I watched in awe as Jasmine’s ass was right in my face as she started licking Sara’s slit, tasting her juices before focusing in on her swollen clit while Sara kicked off her dress and opened her legs wider for easier access. At this point, I couldn’t contain it any longer, so I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock into my hand and began stroking as I watched this once in a lifetime show unfolding right before my eyes.

Jasmine worked her magic on Sara’s clit, licking it firmly, but not too quickly. Then she slid a finger into her dripping pussy and slowly twisted it in and out of her while she lapped up her clit over and over again. This lasted for only a minute before I could hear Sara’s breathing intensify and her squeezing her breast even harder. I’ve watched her cum enough times to know when it is happening and she was well on her way at a rapid pace. She glanced over at me and saw me stroking and said “I want you to cum in my mouth” in between breaths. I quickly jumped up and stood beside the chair as she grabbed my cock and fed it into her mouth before she started tensing up and pressing her pussy into Jasmine’s tongue. I think Jasmine understood what this meant since she started fingering her faster and flicking her clit with the tip of her tongue. “Oh fuck”, Sara said in a muffled tone with my cock in her mouth as her orgasm took over and her body began convulsing, with her knees locked and toes straight out. As I watched my beautiful wife overcome with pure ecstasy at the hands of another woman, I happened to notice that Jasmine had her other hand between her own legs and down inside her thong. As Sara went through wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure, I heard Jasmine let out a long, satisfying moan as she furiously flicked her clit with Sara’s pussy in her face. This all took place in a matter of seconds and it was way too much for me as I exploded in Sara’s mouth with possibly the biggest load I’ve had since I was a teenager. Sara eagerly swallowed it all and licked the tip of my spent cock gathering up the rest of the cum that was dripping out.

It was at that moment that we all realized what we had just done and we all just kind of laughed before Jasmine said “Well, I guess that just happened!” She thanked us for the great time and we thanked her over and over again as we got dressed and re-adjusted. She walked us back out to the main room and I discretely handed her $200. I have no absolutely idea how much a lap dance was, but I figured it had to have been worth at least that! We said our goodbyes and final thank-yous before Jasmine grabbed Sara’s hand one last time and pulled her in to kiss her sensually right on the lips. As she walked away, she looked at me and winked.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ba07zm/special_night_out_ffm