[MF] Unplanned [cheating] with a stripper in Vegas

Long-time lurker and this is my first story. Honestly, I don’t even know why I’m writing this all down. Maybe it’s so I’ll always remember what happened. Maybe it’s a way for me to tell someone something that nobody knows about me.

I’m a middle-aged man who’s been married for a number of years. Sex with my wife used to be good; it hasn’t been for many years now for reasons I won’t get into. When we do have sex (infrequently), it’s out of some sense of “duty” on her part. I honestly don’t remember the last time she tried to get an orgasm; she doesn’t want any foreplay and after a few minutes, she just wants to go to sleep. Not saying it is her fault, just that it is what it is, and I’m just hoping that this season of our life will pass.

Anyway, I sometimes go to strip clubs when I’m out of town. My wife knows about it, she knows that some very naked girls get very close to me, and she knows that I like to get handsy. I wouldn’t say she’s exactly encouraging about it, but she figures guys will be guys and as long as I’m not getting naked, and there aren’t any bodily fluids exchanged, she’s not going to complain. Basically, she is just fine not knowing any details of what goes on, so long as I keep things from going too far.

So I find myself in Vegas and go to one of the top strip clubs in town. Almost every girl is a legit 8 or 9. I’m enjoying a drink, and getting lap dances here and there. Nothing out of the ordinary for me. None of the girls, however, are successfully persuading me to go back to a private room for a longer dance. Until this one girl sits down next to me.

I don’t remember her name, even though it was some absurdly ridiculous stage name even by stage name standards (she claimed it was assigned to her, and even she thought it was ridiculous). Let’s just call her Lizzy. Lizzy was a straight-up 9. White, 5’6”, thin, B-cups, dark blonde hair and maybe around 24 years old. She lived in Los Angeles full time, and basically looked like what you imagine a hot, young LA girl looks like.

Lizzy gives a lap dance and it’s terrific. Her breasts are soft to the touch, and she knows how to grind. She asks if I want to get a private dance. I grin and point to her stripper bottoms and playfully ask her, “maybe… but do these come off if I do?” This is a topless-only club, so the girls aren’t supposed to take them off. But I always ask anyway when I get a private room dance, because it makes everything feel so “illicit” – you and the dancer are breaking a rule. Lizzy smiles and whispers, “I’ll make sure you have a good time.” SOLD!

We go back to the private room. Things start out pretty conventionally – she’s on my lap, I’m gently caressing her body, we’re making chit-chat. She gets up and leans against the wall, and I stand up behind her and grind my crotch into her butt. Lizzy turns around and points to her bottoms, “do you want to take these off of me now?”

“YES!” I take her up on that offer and slide the bottoms down right away. She steps out of them and I sit down in the couch in front of her. I’m in full perv mode, staring at her shaved pussy. It is a beautiful “innie.” I gently run my hands along her legs. She sits down on the couch, and the lap dancing continues. I’m rubbing her body all over, and just casually grazing the top of her pussy. Seeing no protest, I start stroking her labia and then, begin gently rubbing her clit with one finger.

She really enjoys it. Really really enjoys it. She stops dancing altogether, and is just lying on the couch, not moving, as I’m rubbing her clit. After a few minutes, she whispers, “put your finger inside me.” With no hesitation, I do what she asked. I’m now fingering her, slowly at first, but then picking up speed. She’s very wet, and she moans louder and louder, her whole body starting to shake. Periodically, she reaches over and starts rubbing my dick through my pants.

It’s crazy to say this, but the feeling in the room was just electric. It had been years since I had experienced a girl actively enjoying sex and, more importantly, really enjoying what I was doing during sex. I also really like fingering, especially since it was something I don’t get to do (my wife doesn’t like it.) My dick started twitching uncontrollably, and I felt like I was going to come right then and there. I was so turned out by the experience that I nearly lost it. I told Lizzy that she needed to stop touching me, or I would lose all control. But I didn’t stop fingering her since I figured that would be kind of rude when she was so close to her release. After a few minutes, she came.

Crazily, she then picked up my hand and licked her own juices off. (I thought that was something done only in pornos!) I was breathing heavily and sweating, like I had just finished some kind of marathon sex session. Lizzy asked as little incredulously, “did you come too?” I checked, but being all sweaty, I couldn’t really tell. “I don’t know, maybe? Crazy huh?” She said, “I’ll go get you a tissue,” left the room and then came back with some tissues.

Well, I did a check-up right then and there. Pulled down my pants, discreetly checked around, and whew, no accidents! “Nope, thank god. The last thing I want is to walk out of here with jizz in my pants,” I said.

“Well…” Lizzy said, “you can come on me if you want.” (Again, isn’t this only something said in pornos?!? Is this what millennials do these days?) I was sorely tempted, but opted to pass. “Thanks, but I’m married. I don’t think I should be doing that,” I reply.

Lizzy smiled seductively. “Then you can go back and do what you did to me again.” So despite the fact that I spent hundreds of dollars for a private room for Lizzy to perform for ME, for the next 20 or so minutes, the only thing that takes place is me fingerbanging her at various speeds, with various fingers and gestures. Lizzy comes two more times and licks herself off my fingers each time. She loves it. I love it.

After that third time, Lizzy is just lying lengthwise on the couch, exhausted. I’m sitting next to her, also exhausted (and exhilarated). Her legs are slightly spread. I tell her, “you know, you do have a really pretty pussy.” Lizzy smiles, and softly said, “you can lick it if you want.”

Oh man. I love eating pussy. Again, this is another thing that my wife basically doesn’t let me do anymore. To this day, I don’t know how I resisted, but I did. “I’m sorry, but I just can’t. I’m married.”

“It’s ok,” Lizzy breathed. “I won’t tell. Nobody will know. Please. PLEASE.”

I froze. When was the last time I had a girl literally begging me to eat her out? But I just sighed, and replied, “I’m really sorry. I want to. I really want to. But I just can’t.”

Lizzy looked disappointed. Neither of us said anything for the next few seconds. Feeling a little bad for her, I start rubbing her clit again. She lies there, enjoying it as I start fingering her for a fourth time. But this time, she’s decided that I will join in whether I want to or not. She gets up and unbuttons my pants, and reaches in to stroke my dick. I don’t say anything; I already knew that, by this point, I would give in no matter what. I’ve gone to strip clubs for years, and had always resisted going this far – even when I was single and had no moral issues about it. But I couldn’t this time.

We masturbate each other for a little while, and Lizzy comes again. I feel a familiar sensation, and gasp out, “oh god, I’m going to come.” She looks at me and repeats her earlier offer, “you can come on me.” Oh my god, that was so tempting. But again, I turn her down and find the wad of tissues that she had brought in earlier. I grunt and blow my load into them. There was a lot.

(Embarrassingly, I was only barely semi-hard for some reason. The whole experience was just so charged and erotic that I managed to come without ever getting a full erection. Weirdly, my first thought after I ejaculated was that I was worried that some stripper out in Vegas thought I had a tiny dick.)

“Didn’t I say you were going to have a good time?” Lizzy smiled as she started to clean herself up. “Ha, yeah, you did,” I replied. But I must have sounded a little remorseful, because she started reassuring me, “you know, most married men would have gone way farther.” “Thanks for saying that,” I say, “but I don’t think so.” I feel a pang of guilt, but it disappears. The truth I admitted to myself, both then and now, was that though what I did was wrong, I very much enjoyed it.

Lizzy looked at me and ask, “do you want to have my number for the next time you’re in town?” “Ha,” I said, “that’s probably not a good idea for me.” And so we hugged, finished cleaning ourselves up and left the room. I’m glad I didn’t get that number. But sometimes, I still think about her and wonder what would have happened if I did.

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