Valentines Day Surprise

I made a mad dash from the shower to the living room to answer the phone. Caller ID showed that it was Seth, my boyfriend. Trust him to call while I was naked! 

It was Valentine's Day and there was a little surge of energy in my body as I answered. 

"Hello," I answered. 

"Hey babe, happy Valentine's Day."

"Thanks sexy. Same to you."

"So tonight, I'll fetch you at seven, we'll go for dinner and then I have a special surprise lined up for you at my place. I think you'll really like it, but wear some sexy underwear for me please."

"Surprise for me or surprise for you?" I asked sarcastically. 

He chuckled and said, "For you pretty lady. All for you."

"We'll see," I said with a smirk. 

"See we will. Hon, you're just out of the shower, aren't you?"

"Yeah, still all wet."

"Hmm... I want you to take a picture as soon as I hang up and send it to me. Then I want you to step back into the shower and play with yourself until you cum for me. Tell me all about it in a text message. Go sexy lady-- do it right now."

He hung up right at that moment, neither giving me a chance to refuse or question what he had said. It had got me hot though. I could feel my nipples becoming perky. Something had been aroused deep inside my pussy too. 

This was probably his plan-- he was going to keep sex on my brain all day. I'd be so worked up by the time I saw him tonight that we'd have an endless sex marathon and we'd both have to take tomorrow off. I loved it though. It was a real thrill being turned on all day and having to wait for the big climax-- he always made sure it really was a big climax and worth the wait. 

I stood in front of my mirror and stared at my body for a bit, before taking a photo of it for him with my cell phone. My dark brown hair sat tangled around my round face. Excitement gleamed in my eyes and my dark nipples were tingly and pricking up. My almost bald pussy hid between my rather large thighs. 

He knew it got me wet when he made me do things like this for him. I could feel the moisture seeping off my pussy lips. I stood with one leg before the other-- hiding most of my pussy-- and held one breast in my free hand. A seductive smile completed the image and I hit the Capture button. 

He received it a few moments later and I hopped back into the shower. I quickly soaped up, shaved and rinsed off. Now for the big finale of the morning...

I angled myself under the spray of water such that I had a jet of water concentrated directly on my swollen clit. The hot water on my hot, throbbing clit made me wild! I plunged two fingers into my pussy and began stroking my gspot. 

My orgasm came quickly. It started as a little surge, then my knees buckled and my pussy muscles clenched around my fingers. My blood pounded in my veins and a wave of absolute pleasure came over me. 

I spent a few moments recovering under the spray of warm water. After turning the water off, I dried myself with a towel and went back to my bedroom. 

I typed to Seth, "Just orgasmed in the shower. Was explosive. Thought about the wonderful things you do to me with your big, sexy cock as I came. Can't wait to see you tonight."

He sent a message back saying, "Until tonight sexy. Loved the pic Tammy. Loved how you orgasmed for me." 

I loved how he handled me; how he could make me do things like that for him and make me feel incredibly sexy in doing them. I'd make it up to him tonight. 

I got dressed for work--slipped on some lacy red and black panties, a matching bra and black pantyhose. I put on a knee-length black skirt and a crisp, white shirt. A pair of black heels and a hair clip to hold my long hair out of my way finished off the look. I didn't wear make-up very often. 

I drove to work and checked my phone as I arrived, expecting a few more messages from Seth, but got nothing. Not a single word. 

It was a quiet day at work. I work in the accounting department and it was the middle of the month, so there wasn't too much to do. Between filing and other mundane tasks, I managed to check my phone every few minutes, expecting to hear from Seth. Nothing.

Maybe he was very busy. Still, it bugged me that he'd got me all excited this morning and then just left me with nothing. I loved him though, and he knew how to push all the right buttons. 

We'd met almost a year ago at a mutual friends birthday party. Most of the party had cleared out when we met and there were just a few of us playing strip poker. He sat across the table from me and his mesmerising eyes distracted me. After stripping down to my underwear, I decided to call it quits and walked away. Butterflies fluttered around in my tummy as his eyes roamed over my almost naked body.

He'd followed me and we chatted a bit before exchanging numbers. He had an electric personality. Our conversations were endless, even when they were about nothing at all. A few dates later, we had sex for the first time. It was exhilarating! He hit all the right spots and made me feel like I was the sexiest woman he'd ever seen. And every time we've had sex since then, it had been as amazing. He always looked for new ways to spice things up, but still made me feel incredibly special.

I didn't mind that the surprise he had planned was probably for his pleasure. He'd given me my share of pleasure this morning. 

Ah yes... This morning... Just thinking about it made something tingle inside of me... I didn't want to wait for tonight... I wanted Seth right now... My nipples had pricked up again at the thought of this morning... And my pussy was slowly becoming lathered in my own juices as I thought about how Seth's cock would ram in and out of me tonight. 

I was determined not to call him though. Not after his lack of communication after this morning! I snapped back into work mode, but continued checking my phone at regular intervals. 

By the end of my work day, I'd still not heard from him. My mood jumped between stages of anger and absolute admiration and love for the man. I took the highway home and drove perhaps a little faster than I should have. 

I checked my phone again as I got into the house. He had send a text this time! 

"Sorry babe, been a mad day. See you at seven. Don't forget the sexy underwear. Love you. See you soon."

As much as I loved him to pieces, it was my turn to be busy. I decided I'd be silent for now, but make up for it after seven.

I undressed and stepped into the shower. A good lather of soap was followed by a quick rinse. I stepped into a pink and black thong and put on a black bra with touches of pink lace. Sexy underwear gave me the most incredible feeling. I loved knowing Seth would be taking it off later on tonight. 

The thoughts of Seth undressing me and the way he looked at me lustfully when I was naked in front of him were slowly making that tingle inside me reappear. It was turning me on to be dressing for him. I put on my favourite little black dress, a pair of heels and added a bracelet. I pinned up my hair, put on a little bit of sparkly eye-shadow and was almost ready as Seth arrived. A layer of pink lip gloss finished off the look. 

He met me at the door and we kissed for a bit before heading off. That kiss expressed all the passion we'd been saving for each other throughout the day. He placed a hand on each of my sides and smothered my lips with his hungrily. It wasn't the longest kiss ever, but it exemplified our lust and desire for each other. We broke apart and stared at each other for a moment before I locked the door and we left. 

He wore black pants and a red shirt. He had his dark hair styled in a messy but tidy way. His beautiful hazel eyes shone magnificently and lit up his face. He had just a tiny bit of stubble on his face-- just the way I liked it. 

We went to one of our favourite restaurants about five minutes away. It was a cosy place with friendly staff and great food. It was full to capacity tonight. We got a table in the far corner, away from everybody. The lights were dimmed and there were a few candles around, creating a very romantic ambience. 

I sat next to him and he held my hand every time I wasn't using it. We chatted about our days, politics, how materialistic Valentine's Day had become, etc. 

Although the conversation wasn't about us, it made me feel closer to him. He'd slowly began stroking my hand and that was turning me on a little bit. 

As we were about to leave, he turned to me and said, "Babe, that surprise I have for you... Its something I think you'll like very much, but I want you to know that if you don't, I understand-- no hard feelings. You can pull out at any time."

Now curiosity was eating at me. It didn't sound like a normal night of passion for us. It sounded like he had something quite different planned, but, no matter how much I nagged or bargained, he wouldn't tell me what it was. 

He held my hand and walked me into his house. All the lights were on inside, which I thought was unusual. We were both big on saving the planet and switched off where we could. 

Without a word, he took my hand and walked with me to the living room. 

"Surprise!" a woman I'd never seen before exclaimed as she popped up from behind the couch. 

The woman had lovely red hair that she wore in tight curls. She had a pair of mesmerising blue eyes and high cheekbones. She had a lithe, toned body and wore a skimpy blue dress and no shoes. She looked absolutely gorgeous. 

I was shocked and turned to Seth for an explanation. Why was there a stunning, scantily-clad woman barefoot in his house alone? What exactly was the surprise?

"This is Jessie hon," Seth began, "she's your surprise for tonight."

I was speechless. SHE was my surprise? How did that work? What did that even mean? What was I supposed to do with her? 

Seth, sensing my true surprise, continued, "I know you've fantasised about having a woman and man at the same time. Jessie and I went to college together and I thought you might like her."

Jessie smiled. I looked from Seth to Jessie and back again. 

I had always wanted to try it, but never expected it to actually happen. It was both overwhelming and incredibly sexy. And Jessie was absolutely stunning. 

"Are you game?" I asked her. 

She nodded and said, "I'm wet."

Gosh! I was getting wet too! 

"Me too," I admitted with a moment later, with some apprehension. 

Seth moved to stand behind me and began stroking my arms and shoulders. 

"Your choice babe," he whispered into my ear. 

I loved that he'd arranged this for me and that he'd paid such close attention to what my fantasies were. This opportunity was far too enticing to just let it slip by. 

Jessie moved toward me and our gazes locked. She slowly began stroking my arms too. The sensation of both Jessie and Seth stroking my skin was beginning to send little jolts of electricity through my body. 

Seth leaned down and kissed the back of my neck, sending a jolt through my spine. Jessie, less than a second later, held my head in her hands and kissed me deeply. 

Her soft lips enveloped mine at first. As I slowly began to part my lips to return the kiss, she sent her tongue inside my mouth, exploring the insides of my lips. Her tongue found mine and they danced inside my mouth for a moment. Her tongue retreated and she replaced the sensation by sucking on my lips. 

She sent passion running through my veins with that kiss. She had lit a fire inside my pussy! I could feel my nipples pricking up and my pussy lips moisten as I kissed her back. 

As we kissed, Seth unzipped my dress and stroked my back and sides. I moved my arms so that he could take it off. He kissed down the length of my back and held me close as he touched my sides so lightly that I got goose bumps. 

Jessie took off her dress in a flash. She had nothing on underneath and this turned me on even further. She had small breasts with pink nipples. Her body was slim and toned. Her shaved pussy had a piercing right at the top-- she wore a silver barbell in it. 

Jessie gave me a good view of her body, then turned around and sauntered over to the couch. She sat down and waited for me to follow her. 

Seth held my body and turned me around. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips and said, "Better not keep her waiting."

I walked over to the couch and stood in front of Jessie. She sat on the edge and spread her legs, putting one on each side of me. This put her pretty pink pussy in full view. 

I held her gaze as I unfastened my bra and let it fall to the floor between us. My larger breasts with dark nipples fell downward. I slipped off my panties and shoes off, giving her a short glimpse of my pussy. 

She licked her lips in anticipation and I bent over to kiss her again. As I bent over, my breasts swayed. She touched them lightly with her hands, making me pull back a tiny bit, out of surprise. She gently began kneading my breasts and teasing the nipples. I used one hand for balance and reached for her breasts with the other. 

Seth, now naked too, came behind me and began stroking my ass (which was now up in the air). I could feel his hard cock brush against my skin. He was excited by this too! 

Jessie moved her hands to hold my head as we kissed. I let my free hand slip lower from her breasts. My fingers danced across her tummy before landing right above her hairless pussy. 

Seth had began touching my pussy from behind. His fingers were becoming coated in my juices that were now just oozing out of me due to the sheer excitement and sexiness of this experience. I could smell my own arousal in the air, as well as Jessie's. Her nipples were standing to attention and I could feel my juices flowing over my pussy lips. 

Jessie broke the kiss, but I was far from done. Instead of pulling away, I leant down further, slowly lowering myself into more of a squatting position, and began kissing her body-- starting at her neck and moving downwards. 

The huge amount of sexual excitement pounding through my body had made me uncharacteristically bold. Seth had taken a step to the side and had squatted next to me, but continued stroking my pussy. 

I kissed down her neck and her chest. Each of her breasts got a gentle kiss and I took each nipple into my mouth, sucking gently. 

I'd never had a nipple in my mouth before and I wasn't really sure what to do-- what if she didn't like the same things I did? Judging from her moans though, she liked what I was doing. 

I kissed along her tummy and moved downward. Soon I was on my knees. Seth sat next to me, his back against the couch, and just watched, leisurely stroking his engorged cock. 

I placed one hand on each of her legs and held them apart. The musky smell of her pussy filled my nostrils. 

I licked her wet slit, tentatively at first, then more eagerly. Her juices had a sweet-saltiness about them that was driving me wild. I licked more, letting my tongue probe deeper.

She groaned and tangled her fingers in my hair, holding my head close to her pussy. 

I pointed my tongue at her clit and began flicking. I started slowly and picked up speed steadily. One of my hands moved, almost of its own accord, from her leg and I inserted a finger into her pussy. I began finger-fucking her while my tongue was busy on her clit. 

As her orgasm built up, she began thrashing her legs about madly. She held my head in place with her hands and moaned loudly. 

As she climaxed, she squeezed my head with her thighs, leaving her hands in my hair. She moaned loudly and her pussy juices drenched my face. 

I had just made a woman cum for the first time! I'd enjoyed every bit of it! The experience and her smell was driving me mad. 

Seth took this opportunity to kneel behind me-- he spread my legs and knelt between them. He slammed his hard, dripping cock into my soaking pussy, entering me fully in one powerful thrust, and began to fuck me as we both knelt before Jessie.

Jessie was unrelenting in her grasp on my head and held my nose close to her pussy the until Seth and I finished off. 

Seth held my hips and rammed his pelvis against my body, driving his cock deep and forcefully into me. With each thrust, he groaned and pushed my body a tiny bit closer to Jessie. His cock stretched my pussy deliciously and made a slapping noise every couple of thrusts. My juices were still flowing all over my crotch and his cock. 

Between her smell and Seth's cock, I climaxed very quickly. A loud groan escaped my lips and vibrated into Jessie's crotch. She squeezed her thighs around me again, as my pussy muscles clenched in orgasm around Seth's cock. 

Seth grabbed my hips and sprayed his hot cum inside me a few seconds later. 

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It took us all some time to recover enough to make it to the bedroom. Seth flopped onto his side of the bed and I snuggled up next to him. Jessie snuggled up against me on the other side. Seth put an arm under my head. I put a hand on Jessie's pussy and she put one of hers on mine. Seth got his goodnight kiss first and then Jessie-- a deep, lingering kiss-- before I flopped back, exhausted. 

I was really amazed at the turn of events and absolutely content with having lived out one of my fantasies tonight. As I drifted off to sleep, I imagined what our next adventure together might be. 

Seth and I awoke before Jessie the next morning. While laying in his arms, I asked him a bit more about her. Seth and Jessie were good friends in college, but he'd never seen her naked before last night.

I'd asked him if he wanted to fuck her before she left. He responded by tracing a finger along my arm, sending a jolt of electricity along my nerve endings, and saying, "No baby. Last night was just for you. I'm happy that we did it, but I just want to fuck you baby. Only you."

I thanked Seth and took the day off work to make it up to him. We said goodbye to Jessie after breakfast and spent the day naked in his house, getting up to all sorts of mischief.

Shopping Trip Leads To Sex With A Stranger

Shopping Trip Leads To Sex With A Stranger

By equsam64

a story about meeting a handsome stranger while shopping and having sex in my SUV in the parking lot

http://www.lushstories.com/stories/wife-lovers/shopping-trip-leads-to-sex-with-a.aspx

I saw him watching while I was shopping. He was like something out of a Ralph Lauren ad. He was gorgeous. While I was working my way through some dresses on a sales rack I felt a presence and there he was. He told me to buy the black dress. I smiled and said I agreed but wanted to try it on. I went to the dressing room and changed quickly and walked out to the full length mirror. He was still there. I felt sexy in the platform heels, black thigh-highs and the padded push-up bra that was enhancing my curves inside this gorgeous Betsy Alexander design.

As I turned to return to the dressing room, he grabbed me lightly on the elbow and said he would love for me to leave it on and that if I did he would buy me lunch at Carabba’s, a fun place with good food. He asked me to meet him there in 15 minutes while he made a call. I went back to retrieve my things and returned to pay, but the sales clerk told me it had been taken care of. Are you kidding? This is a $325 dress that a stranger had just purchased for me.

I found him in a corner booth and slid in beside him. He rebuffed my attempts to reimburse him and ordered a California Sauvignon Blanc and calamari to start. As we chatted and ate our lunch I found myself being caught staring at his features. He asked if he could feel the material of the dress and I too quickly said yes please. His hand on the top of my thigh was warm and I felt my heart beat accelerate as I flushed with heat. The booth was very private and I was feeling the effect of three glasses of wine. I quit talking now and just stared at him. I uncrossed my legs and opened them ever so slightly. He noticed. His hand moved slowly off the dress to my leg encased in a silky pair of thigh highs. He paused for my reaction. His fingers swirled lightly on my thigh and moved ever so slightly toward my inner thigh. I was past the point of subtle and raised my right leg up and dropped it over his left leg as I shifted more tightly to him. The dress rode higher on my hips. His fingers pressed up and found the lace of my thong and I reached down to pull it aside as his finger dipped just inside me. He worked his fingers up and down my clit as I dreamily sat there sipping my wine to appear as normal as possible. I then reached my hand over where I could see his hardness along his left thigh. My fingers traced him inside his pant leg. Oh my god. I knew then that this handsome gentleman was also packing an enormous cock inside his trousers.

The waitress brought the check and now it appeared the moment would end. Without thinking I told him my Escalade was parked at the end of the parking lot and had very dark privacy glass. We left the restaurant with my packages but stopped in a CVS for him to buy condoms. He and I then went out to my Escalade with my packages from shopping. I was very far out in a shaded anddeserted section of the lot. I do this to keep my doors from getting dinged but was now glad for other reasons. I opened the back to put them in and unlatched the back seat and flipped it forward to create a spacious area in the back. We walked around to the driver’s side which faced away from the mall and other vehicles and slid in.

We began to kiss hungrily as our tongues swirled deep in one another’s mouths. His hands moved over my body, cupping my breasts for the first time. His lips and hands worked around my throat and neck. I felt the zipper on the back of the dress going down. My arms lifted as he pulled it off my body and laid it over the front seat. Soon he had me laying back in my bra and thong and stockings and heels. He quickly pulled his shirt off and I kissed his nipples as he pulled his trousers off. My eyes and then my hand went to his thick cock and I continued to swirl my tongue over his nipples while my fingers brushed his cock and balls. I soon worked my way down his tight stomach to take his cock into my mouth. I love sucking cock and consider myself quite good at it. I swirled my tongue over the head and my fingernails stroked his scrotum. His moans only made me want all of it more and soon I plunged over him and pumped my head vigorously feeling him sliding in and out as he seemed to grow in my mouth and get even harder. All the time his hands roamed over me while he rubbed me through my lingerie. His fingers were slipping in under my thong and into my wetness while one finger lightly pushed at the cleavage mostly exposed and spilling out of my bra. Finally he grasped at my bra cups and pulled them down while he reached behind to unclasp it.

He pulled his cock out and now pushed me down on to my back and straddled my face while his fingers brushed my elongated nipples. I opened my mouth to accept him as he pumped in and out. I reached around to his hard ass and pulled him in deeper and faster wanting to feel his load in the back of my throat as much as I wanted to feel that beautiful cock in my pussy. I was soon rewarded as I felt his butt cheeks tighten and felt the first warm load filling my mouth. Wave after wave came and it was difficult to swallow lying back but soon I had taken it all as I felt him relax.

He pulled and and pressed his body on top of mine as we kissed hungrily. Our tongues danced in each other’s mouth sharing the warm load. I smiled as he lowered his mouth to my nipples, sucking them alternately. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. My nipples are very sensitive and I love having them licked and sucked. I use a small mascara brush to brush them when I masturbate. He soon worked his way down my flat stomach and pulled my thong off in one quick tug. I was now completely naked other than the thigh highs and heels.

I parted my legs as far as possible as his head moved over the trimmed hairline above my pussy. I moaned with pleasure as his tongue dove into me. I pressed up and into his mouth hungry for more. I lifted up higher and reached down to guide his hand under my ass. He took the hint and tenderly probed my asshole as he licked and sucked harder now. I felt my orgasm building and soon felt the tremors through my loins as the wave of pleasure coursed through my body.

I looked with pleasure at his now erect cock. I couldn't wait any longer. I had to have him inside me. I quickly reached into the CVS bag and pulled out the box of condoms and pulled one out for him. As he prepared to slip it on with no argument I asked him to pause. I wanted to feel his skin inside me first. I placed the head of his cock against my pussy and told him to push it in. I was so wet that his girth went all the way in. I grabbed his face and kissed him deeply, as I wrapped my muscular legs around him. God, it felt so good. Finally I released him to put on the condom so we could fuck. Yes. Fuck! I just wanted him to fuck me and use me. No romance. No passion. Just fuck me.

I love fucking doggy style but I wanted to do this in a missionary position so I could watch him over me and watch his cock moving in and to be able to see his gorgeous chest and shoulders over me. It was readily apparent that like me all he wanted was to push his cock into this new pussy and enjoy the pleasure. He slammed into me and with each deep thrust I could feel his balls slap against my ass. It felt like each thrust took him deeper than anything I had ever experienced. Then he hooked his arms behind my knees and went to new depths as my legs were lifted higher and spread even wider than before. I began to twitch and jerk around in complete satisfaction. Then he grunted and moaned and I knew his cum was filling the condom deep inside my pussy. Oh to have been able to feel his cum shooting inside me! 

We lay there spent as he pulled out. I pulled the cum-filled condom from his cock and gently took him in to my mouth. We used a towel to wipe the sweat from our bodies and then put our clothes back on. I kissed him and then got behind the wheel to take him to his car. One more kiss as he cupped my breast and I dropped him off. I had about 30 minutes to spare to pick up the kids from school on time.

That One Night in Vegas

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That One Night in Vegas

By Brindle Chase

Published by Brindle Chase at Smashwords

© 2010 Brindle Chase. All Rights Reserved. www.forlorn-hope.net

That One Night in Vegas

By Brindle Chase

It’s amazing what a little anonymity can stir up. I like to think everyone has one of those moments we excuse as college experimenting. Most of them don’t actually happen during college, but we all have one. Don’t we?

Mine was on vacation in Las Vegas. Could there ever be a more fitting place to say farewell to an inhibition? Or three?

Brad and I had only been married two years and recently graduated from the newlywed syndrome. We still had sex. A lot. But it wasn’t like it used to be. You know how it is. Always touching, looking for any excuse to go at it like rabbits. Five times a day and it wasn’t enough. These days, five times a week was the norm.

The IRS kindly afforded us a big return so we decided to splurge. We were doing okay at a time when the rest of the world was in dire economic straits, so we said ‘what the hell’. Throwing caution to the wind, I made a call to our travel agent, packed up an overnight bag and we hopped a plane to the neon city of lights.

Wanting to use most of our money for gambling we skipped on a suite and opted for a tiny room at an off boulevard hotel. It didn’t matter. All we needed it for was sleeping, fucking and a place to shower.

The first night we wasted half our cash gambling, saw a show, ate like pigs and drank way too much. It was a blast. But the second night was our indoctrination to the catch phrase of ‘what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas’.

Brad was too embarrassed to ask me if we could go see some of the adult entertainment available, but I like to think I’m a fairly empathetic wife. I could sense it. His eyes would stray towards the never ending stream of posters advertising burlesque shows or erotic dancers. Truth be told, I was curious myself.

I wouldn’t have said I was bisexual, but beautiful women were certainly a pleasure to see. A naked one was even more exciting I suppose, but it was more how it affected Brad. He wouldn’t ever let on, thinking it a bad thing for a husband to like or enjoy, but I wasn’t foolish enough to think any man wouldn’t be happy to see a naked hot chick. We all wish it weren’t true. A nice fantasy, but guys are wired that way.

I took it upon myself to make sure we hit one of the many erotic dance clubs on the strip, since he wouldn’t. Without asking, I grabbed his hand and lead him inside a cheesy looking club. The leopard skin print and pink fur that lined damn near every single thing in the club was tacky, but not out of place.

He blushed but followed as I grinned at him. We had both put away several drinks and I was feeling pretty relaxed. I could do this. I found us a booth that was close enough to the main stage to give us both a little buffer and a great view of the dancers.

If Brad had been in a strip club before, he didn’t let on. Everything seemed as new to him as it was to me. We ordered drinks and bashfully watched three dancers in succession before we felt comfortable enough to participate in the atmosphere.

Blaming everything on the drinks would be blatantly false, but you have to understand how I am when I drink. Alcohol is like throwing gas on the fire. I confess that I become a complete nymphomaniac. Okay, slut if you will. I admit it.

We began discussing each dancer, comparing which ones we thought were hot. Honestly, they all were, but I had my favorite. Brad was resistant to fess up which one got him going. After sucking on his earlobe for a minute, he caved in and confessed to liking the tall mocha-skinned girl.

Her nationality was a mystery, probably a mix of Pacific Islander and African, but she was gorgeous. Admittedly, I was a little jealous at first. Being in my late twenties, I wasn’t exactly chopped liver, but I wasn’t tight like the dancer. Few women were. Still, I could definitely understand why she was his favorite.

I waved to her when she left the stage and she came straight over. Brad groaned and I laughed. He knew what a mischievous little wench I can be.

“Can you do a table dance for my hubby?” I asked, a little surprised at my bravery. She smiled and nodded and we both looked to Brad who was blushing brightly.

“Teri,” he blurted out.

“You come too,” the dancer said with a cute high pitched voice that didn’t really fit her tall lean body. She meant me, so I blushed as well and she took my hand, and led us to a special area they had in back. The booths there had a curtain and she ushered us into one.

Now, when you waltz off into privacy with a gorgeous exotic dancer, the first thing that does, but should not, pop into your head is sex. They endure thousands of horny guys and even some girls too, wanting them, dreaming of them, and fantasizing about them. This is normal, but it was ridiculous to think they might feel the same of you. They aren’t sluts, contrary to popular belief. However, irrational as it might be, those thoughts suddenly flood into the back of your mind. They did, and I blushed as she watched us with an alluring grin.

In our defense, Brad’s a handsome guy. I see the ladies peeking at him when they think I’m not watching. He’s tall, athletic and has a great smile. I’m not too shabby myself, if I may say so. When I get dolled up, I turn heads. But you have to understand, if you’ve never seen a stripper, a Vegas stripper, they are drop-dead gorgeous. They look like they just up and walked out of a lingerie catalogue.

So as we entered the booth, I couldn’t help but fall prey to that common mistake and wonder if she got turned on dancing for people. I can’t imagine she did, doing it day and day out, for anyone who asked. But we all like to think we’re the exception, right?

The leopard print beanbag chair inside was huge and we slumped down into its plushness. I thought we might sink in and disappear but it held us both side by side. I giggled at Brad who was trying so hard to pretend he was completely put out by this. Closing the curtain behind her, she wasted no time and began.

I was completely unprepared. What I imagined they would dance like was completely different than real life. Especially in private and so not like it was on stage. The gentle sway of her hips, the gyration of her pelvis and the smooth gliding touch of her hands against her own breasts had me growing moist between the legs before the first minute elapsed. I was spellbound, staring in awe. How she could just touch herself like that, for us, while we watched? Well, it was amazing.

She dropped to her knees, straddling Brad’s legs and grinding her thong against his thigh as she pulled off her bikini top and tossed it to me. My hand didn’t respond, even as I told it to catch it and my mouth was permanently agape I think. She had perfect, conical, and pert breasts that I would kill for. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the skimpy little slip of cloth covering her pussy as she dry fucked my husband’s leg. I wasn’t quite expecting that much contact from a lap dance, table dance, or whatever they call them.

Her lithe body rolled in a fluid motion timed to the heavy pulsing music as her dark brown eyes gleamed with a sultry hint of mischief. Brad was blushing furiously as the first song ended, gathering his hands from where he had them pinned under his butt, as if to leave, but she didn’t stop. I was frozen, staring with amazement and I confess, a bit of lust. She was so beautiful and it was strangely arousing to watch her seduce Brad.

Another song began and she stood over him, shifting her hips left, then right, and then left again to the beat of the music as she wiggled out of her carnation pink thong. She left it like shackles about her ankles as she smoothed her caramel hands across her glittery skin, caressing herself in ways that made me blush for the moist warmth I felt between my legs.

Turning, I watched my husband, his eyes glossy with that hunger that I knew quite well. He was enjoying the dance immensely. Call me weird, but I was getting hot seeing him all aroused and didn’t care that she was the one making him hard. I knew I would be the one to reap the rewards, so why should I care?

The dancer, whose name I still can’t remember, turned around and dropped to her knees once more. With sensual rolls of her body, she backed her firm little ass up against Brad’s crotch, grinding against him. I laughed as he did everything in his power not to reach out and touch her. I can’t say I blamed him. She was so sexy and that perfect ass was just so tempting.

She turned back, winking at me with a playful grin and all I could do was blush and grin right back. She knew we were not only enjoying the scene, but rookies to boot. At least she seemed to be having just as much fun as we. If the fact that our jaws had dropped into our laps wasn’t clue enough, my erect nipples and the tent forming in Brad’s shorts was.

“Is he hard?” she asked with that cute little voice. Without bothering to check, I nodded and we both blushed. It didn’t take a rocket scientist, but I followed her gaze past her ass to the swell in Brad’s khaki shorts. She looked back to me with those dark mesmerizing eyes. Those plump luscious lips parting into a bright smile was a little captivating. Everything little thing she did turned me on.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m pretty sure. You’re so hot,” I said with a laugh and I realize I wasn’t exactly articulate at the moment. I was tipsy and horny as hell. Brad just laughed and nodded. Neither of us really knew the etiquette but we were pretty sure she was simply teasing us as part of the act. It didn’t occur to me, even though I had hoped, that her flirtations were actually an invitation.

“Prove it,” she said with another wink. We both laughed again, but she nodded back down to his crotch where her ass was swinging side to side against him. I wasn’t sure what she meant but I was game. Brad could thank all the liquid courage I had consumed. Reaching down as I leaned up against him, I patted his fly and I could feel his stiff hard-on beneath. Very hard. Of course he was. I was steaming my panties by then, so I knew he’d be rock solid.

“Yeah, he’s hard alright.”

She turned about, moving to his side and reached across his lap, grabbing my hand and moved it back to his fly, and placed it there tenderly. I laughed but she was moving again and suddenly she captured my mouth with hers. The kiss was so soft, so sensual, hot and moist. An inferno raged inside me, melting any thought or rationale. I kissed her back as she moved my hand along the swell of his cock through the thick fabric of his shorts.

I had never kissed a girl before. Not like that and I can see why it’s all the rave these days. Girls are so sensual. She was smoking hot and that kiss said volumes. Straight or not, I realized she was going to fuck me and I didn’t care. Our lips melded together and I managed to look at Brad who was staring, mouth wide open and I could feel him throbbing beneath my hand.

This was it. My college experiment moment was upon me and I didn’t hesitate. I wasn’t exactly myself, but it felt so right. It felt awesome. Fumbling a bit, I pulled down his zipper and got his cock out, and stroked it as she kept kissing me. Her tongue was teasing me, darting in and out of my mouth, flickering against mine. It was fanning the flames big time.

His cock was throbbing, so thick in my hand as I glided my hand up and down his length and he just sat there, gaping as we made out. She helped me out of my tank top and we smashed our breasts together, lips locked and his cock between our bellies. The show we were putting on for my husband was more than any man deserved, however, it was a thrill to do it for him. Okay, it wasn’t just for him, but I’d never tell him that.

The song ended, but we kept going.

Her hand joined mine and we stroked his hard-on, kissing, caressing and groping one another. It was so odd to look down and see her caramel hand wrapped about his thick shaft, right over mine. It was outrageous. The eroticism of the moment consumed the last of my inhibitions and I gave myself over to it. Wiggling about frantically, I managed to get out of my shorts and panties, kicking them aside until I was as naked as she was. At last.

“Suck his cock,” she hissed with a devilish grin. There was nothing to debate and I dropped down, sucking his swollen head into my mouth. Her dark skinned hand continued to stroke it as I mouthed him, gliding my tongue across him wildly. With wicked abandon, I attacked all she could shove into my mouth.

Ten seconds later he exploded, back arching dramatically as he came. A deep groan escaped past his gritted teeth and his come filled my mouth. Then suddenly she was there, licking it from my lips. His shaft pulsed and another shot splashed into my mouth, filling it with salty thick come.

Swallowing wasn’t my favorite thing to do, but I wasn’t a prude either. I did it for special occasions and this definitely qualified as such. Having this succulent goddess there licking the overflow from my lips and chin made it all the more intense. Brad owed me big time and I could tell the entire scene was a little slice of heaven by the way he watched us with worshipful eyes.

We were kissing again as I felt him grow limp in my hand and she was pushing me back. Falling back onto the thick red carpet, I blushed brightly as she pushed my legs wide. She was so beautiful and I was entranced watching her dip down to kiss my pussy. I was so wet by then, I thought I might come just as quickly as Brad.

It had never occurred to me that I was straight and this was not exactly what straight women did. The things she was doing were deliciously wicked and my body demanded I relax and enjoy everything she wanted to do to me. So I did. Her mouth was tender and sweet as she lapped at me, sucking on my folds and flickering her tongue deep into me. It felt so good.

Gently she eased two fingers in as well, stretching me as her tongue teased all along my pussy. In and out she pumped her fingers as her mouth sucked on my clit, clobbering it with her tender wet tongue and I could feel the fire raging out of control. I was so lost to her.

“Fuck me,” she commanded Brad and my eyes shot open wide. This whole thing was a series of firsts for me and for Brad, but I hadn’t given any consideration that she might want Brad to fuck her. I felt conflicted, watching her fingering me as she slid her knees out wide on all fours. The thought of his cock in another woman was not a comfortable one, but at that moment, my rationale was in the insane column.

He looked to me. Smart boy. Silently he sought my permission and was leaving the decision in my hands. The dancer returned her mouth to my pussy, licking my nectar, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. How could I say no? We’d already gone this far. It was Vegas after all. I nodded at him and tried not to laugh as he nearly dove into her.

He moved behind her, his strong hands grasping her tight little ass as he pulled her back onto his throbbing cock. She gasped in pleasure and almost immediately the entire rhythm she and I had established was destroyed. Brad’s thrusts shoved her face into me, which wasn’t bad, but it threw off her finger, lick lick, finger rotation that was driving me wild. His eyes met mine with adoration. I was the best wife a guy could ever have at that moment. Damn straight.

He slowed his thrusts and then caught onto the motion, following her lead but it was too late for me. I came. Shivering with orgasm, my whole body shook as she lapped up my sweetness. Grinning hungrily as she licked me clean, clinging to my thighs as I shuddered in ecstasy, she continued fucking me with her wonderful fingers. Her whole mouth pressed into me as I came, each of Brad’s eager thrusts shoving her and all I could do was cling to her hair in desperation, biting my lip to keep from screaming.

Flashing me a wink, she pulled away from Brad and I could see him frown. Crawling like a panther, she slid up across me, kissing me. Her lips were soaked with my juice and there was something completely erotic about kissing someone, whose mouth was drenched with your sex.

Her warm body felt so good against me, slippery from our sweat, slick and sliding skin against skin. It was one thing to admire a sexy woman, and quite another to have one slipping across you naked. The intensity of my climax was doubled for the surrealism I was feeling.

Panting for breath, I beckoned Brad with a single finger, who was sitting there, hard as a rock and kneeling, still watching us. No one had to tell him twice and he moved to us, lying down next to me. I spun in place, moving into a spoon position. Wanting him inside me, he understood and as I made out with her, he crammed his slippery hard cock fully into me. I moaned deeply as he began pumping me full of his thick hardness. I loved the way he filled me so completely.

Never in a million years could I have every imagined myself sandwiched between a beautiful woman and my man. Her breasts crushed against mine as our lips meshed, sliding against one another and framing our entwined tongues as Brad’s steaming hot cock pounded me. It was incredible.

Then she slipped out of my grasp. Somehow, she found a way to straddle my face and allow Brad all the room he needed to keep fucking me. I had never gone down on a girl before. Whether or not there was a protocol to it, I didn’t know, but my adventurous side was winning all battles that night and I kissed her dark folds.

It was a different taste from Brad, but it wasn’t bad. Although her quivering delight was a high I hadn’t expected. Driven by Brad’s sensational thrusts, I plunged my tongue into her and her body squirmed across my face in response. Marvelous.

Every nerve in my body was standing on edge, my skin erupted in goose bumps everywhere and each touch, kiss, and thrust arced through me like a lightning bolt. Brad and I came together, his steaming white load filling me as she slid back down into my arms. Cradling me to her breast, I cried a good cry, trembling in orgasm between them.

Her smooth caramel hands caressed my face, turning it towards her. She grinned and I matched it with one of my own. Then she kissed me, tenderly and then winked.

“Thank you,” she said, standing in a fluid, graceful movement and walked out leaving us there, entwined, Brad still buried deep inside me. Just like that.

I craned my neck around and looked at Brad and he shrugged. We burst into laughter, gathered our clothes, dressed and made our way straight for our hotel room. That night’s adventure had opened the floodgates of desire and we were like newly weds all over again.

Whenever we would hear of or see something about Las Vegas, we would just smile at each other and find the closest private spot we could. A memory of a life time, a skeleton for our closet and we would never forget that one night in Vegas.