A Public Lap Dance (and a little more) From My Wife’s Friend [Teasing], [MF]

The night began with a bachelor party. This takes place a few months before the pandemic; a friend of mine was getting married (the second time around) and wanted to host an epic bachelor party. To summarize, it was a fun time; there were guns, off-roading, a brief visit to a strip club, steak dinner and finally, downtown bar hopping.

The last bar of the night was a nightclub, where me and the other suburban dads were at least ten years older than the average clients. Honestly, by this point, I was tired, a little drunk and ready to Uber back home for the night. Not to mention we were fairly certain our groom left with a much younger woman from the club.

*Then, everything changed for me when Angela walked in.*

Angela is a mutual friend of my wife and I. At the time, they attended the same boutique gym and yoga studio together, bonding over post-baby fitness. Angela is a bartender at a small local cocktail bar, which Jade and I would frequent.

Angela is Latina, with long brown hair really cute brown eyes. My wife Jade is curvy, but Angela even more so full-figured. She’s got pretty large breasts and a very round, thick butt.

I noticed her the second she walked in. Before too long, I might’ve caught her eye and she greeted me. Tonight, Angela was wearing a tight black skirt and button down shirt with a lot of jewelry.

Now separated from my original group, Angela offered to get me a drink, which I accepted. Used to drinking with her and my wife in another setting, Angela and I comfortably caught up, making some superficial small talk for a few minutes. But I’d never really talked to her without my wife around. Not really sure where to take the conversation further, I told her she looked great- she did and she was usually dressed for work (much less flattering) when I’d seen her before.

When she’d asked about the bachelor party, we started talking bluntly about lap dances and I thought she was joking when she offered to give me one. Before we parted ways, she offered it up again.

“Seriously, I want to do this and I’ll ask Jade if she’s okay with it,” Angela added. My stomach dropped- was she really going to do this? She texted away on her phone.

A few seconds later, a text chimed on my phone: *Go for it. It’s just a lap dance.* I have the best wife.

Wow. “Why the fuck not?” I said aloud. Angela was a curvier woman than I was usually attracted to, but she was very pretty and her confidence was kind of a turn-on for me.

We walked through the crowded bar and went upstairs. My heart raced, here was this mutual friend, whom I didn’t really know well, offering up a lap dance, which, aside from Angela being a mutual friend, it seemed pretty harmless.

Upstairs had another bar, but was much less crowded. A large group congregated around the bar, but a semi-private lounge area toward the back was unoccupied.

I sat down on a leather couch, kept my hands to my sides and let Angela start. Surprisingly, she got into it right away. I really enjoyed watching her move her hips- her rhythm was just perfection as she swayed to the song. She playfully pulled up her skirt, revealing her thick thighs. As she turned around and continued to dance, she pulled up her skirt again, bending over just enough to show off the bottom of her big ass and a tight black g-string. I could feel the tug of myself starting to get hard.

Angela sat on my lap now and encouraged me to grab her wide hips. She grinded herself against my crotch. It was honestly a little painful, but I admired the hell out of her confidence and wanted her to continue. A few of the people at the bar had noticed, but I think they looked away after a while.

Another song started and Angela stood now, unbuttoning the top buttons of her shirt. Hands on my knees, she leaned, exposing the tops of her huge breasts to me. I felt myself start to get hard, a little embarrassed she’d notice the now-full erection showing through my jeans.

I nervously glanced over my shoulder at the group of people. By now they were completely ignoring us. I met Angela’s eyes and we exchanged a longing look with each other.

Straddling me again, Angela guided my hand under her skirt- straight between her legs. I was pleasantly surprised to feel how wet she was. I effortlessly slid aside the little fabric of her g-string and started to slide my fingers along her. My face was now buried in her huge tits as I rubbed her, circling her clit. My other hand pulled her thick hips towards me. Angela leaned back for just a second to give me a kiss on the mouth. I pulled her close again, feeling her large breast with my free hand. Angela moaned as I increased my pace, rubbing her quickly now.

I don’t know if the other people were watching at this point. I didn’t care, either.

Angela pushed back and got to her knees in front of me. She unzipped my belt and jeans, my hard-on was hidden with nothing more than my underwear, wet with a spot of pre-cum. Looking up at me, Angela teased my erection through my underwear with a few sloppy wet kisses. She slid the elastic waistband down ever so slightly, exposing the tip of my cock. Fuck. I wanted to be in her mouth so badly.

Angela looked over her shoulder- no one was watching us. She tugged me free and for just an amazing few seconds, her warm, wet mouth completely engulfed around my cock.

Just then, as quickly as it had started, she stopped, smiled mischievously and straddled me again. I pulled myself back into my jeans. I was honestly a little relieved, I felt like Angela would’ve made me cum with only a few more seconds.

I felt Angela’s warm breath as she spoke clearly into my ear, making one demand: “Now, go home and fuck your wife.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hxyxh3/a_public_lap_dance_and_a_little_more_from_my