My wife has taken to confessing to me in our marital bed. This is her first confession, so feedback is appreciated. Enjoy :)
For my boyfriend’s 21st birthday, his frat friends took him to a strip club as a surprise. Although he hadn’t planned on it, he confessed to me that he had received a lap dance from a stripper. He told me he had protested but that she had grabbed his hand and led him to a booth since it was “on the house for the birthday boy.”
Back then, I wasn’t the slut I am now. When he told me, my first reaction was anger and betrayal. He was my first sexual partner and I was his. How could he have gone to a strip club and had a sexual encounter with someone else without even talking to me first? Over time, the anger dissolved and became something else: curiosity. When he would fingerfuck me, I’d get off on the details. How did it feel when she was rubbing her body against his cock? (so good he almost came) What was she wearing? (a mermaid themed outfit: fishnets paired with metallic pasties) Did he see her nipples? (he had wanted to but it wasn’t that sort of club) What did he ask her to do? (he drunkenly asked for a kiss but she laughed it off and planted one on his cheek)
The more I learned about his encounter, the more fascinated I became with the idea of a strip club. When my 21st birthday approached, I asked him to take me to one. We spent time researching and settled on going to a couple’s night at a fully nude gentlemen’s club. Per his request, I wore a black dress that barely covered my round ass and clung to my petite frame. When we got to the parking lot, he commanded me to take off my (32C) bra before we entered. I obliged. I was nervous because I had never gone braless, but the dress was thick enough that you couldn’t see through it unless you really stared at my nipples. Or if they got hard.
Upon entering, the host handed us both glasses of complimentary champagne. Now, I’ll admit: I had been such a good girl up until that day that I had never had more than a sip of alcohol. My first time getting tipsy was at this strip club. We were seated at a candlelit table with our drinks near the bar. My first impression of the club was that I was surprised at how comfortable and classy the atmosphere was. It felt no different than being at an elegant bar. I looked around and saw a few other couples. Two women and one man even seemed to be work friends that were grabbing some drinks together. The bartenders were fully clothed. You couldn’t even tell it was a strip club. Then, the show began. Performers came out one at a time on the stage, stripped down to nothing but their thongs, danced, and left. The bartender informed us that if we liked any one of the performers, she could arrange a fully nude lap dance for us in the private booths at the back of the club.
I finished my champagne as we watched several performers. I appreciated the diversity of the gorgeous performers, but one woman in particular caught my eye. She was a Latina woman in her 30s with a breathtaking hourglass figure. She was wearing a red lace bra on her huge tits with a matching thong, garter belt, and stockings. When she danced, she kept her entire outfit on. I remember a few men eagerly tucking dollar bills into her thong.
I found myself fantasizing about what her breasts looked like. I confided in my boyfriend. He insisted that we watch the rest of the dancers before making a decision. I obeyed, but I was smitten. It wasn’t long before we approached the bartender and requested a couples lap dance.
The rest of the story is so erotic that I still can’t believe it happened.
The stripper led us to the back room where there were two rows of staggered booths facing each other. Although it was somewhat private, you could easily see the other patrons receiving lap dances if you looked on either side. The stripper was playful while talking to us and amused by us. We weren’t her regular set of patrons, and she clearly knew we were out of our depth. She explained the rules to us. There were security men watching everything with cameras for the safety of the strippers. She would dance for the duration of one song for us.
“You can’t touch me, but I can touch you. Like this.” She reached out and grabbed my breast, unable to conceal her shock that I wasn’t wearing a bra. She smiled, realizing how easy it will be to toy with me. The next song came on and she began dancing, sensually removing her bra and garter belt, leaving nothing on except her red thong, which she flaunted playfully in our faces. She climbed into my boyfriend’s lap and started rubbing her nipples on his cheeks and lips, watching him struggle to restrain himself from sucking on them. She laughed and then moved on to me, pressing her tits against my lips. “I have an idea,” she said as she pulled me into his lap along with her. She tore down my dress from the shoulders, exposing both of my breasts. She started fondling my nipples and sucking on my tits, all while we are both sitting in his lap. He came hard.
I heard my boyfriend’s voice direct her to take off my dress. And she did. So here I am. In my panties. In the middle of a strip club in a “semi-private” setting. My boyfriend and the stripper spent the remainder of the song sucking one of my nipples each, while she vigorously rubbed my clit with two fingers. I didn’t know how to come back then, but of all the slutty things that I’ve done, this is the story I think about the most when I’m making myself come now.
After we left the club, my boyfriend made me lick his cock clean in the car and then fucked my pussy with a dildo as a reward for being obedient. And since that day, I’ve gotten off on being a good slut.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/p7i4b3/mff_the_stripper_30_who_stripped_me_21
Super hot story! Thank you. That boyfriend was a lucky guy!