Saturday night, July 3
I followed Mia up the Moonbeam’s walk, my eyes glued on that tight dress, her glorious behind, wishing again that we could just skip dinner, the four of us.
Inside, I told the hostess we were with another couple, looking around for them. “Ian and Tammy?” she asked. I nodded, thinking how weird that sounded, ‘Ian and Tammy’ as a couple, and she said to follow her, leading the way past the dance floor into a secluded back room.
Ian stood, giving Mia a short hug. “This is my boyfriend, Jason,” she said, addressing both Ian and Tammy, giving me a squeeze around my waist. Funny how just that little squeeze ignited my libido even more than it already was. It also reminded me to glance down at my ring finger, the telltale ring was about ninety-five percent gone, not noticeable. It still felt weird not having it on but kinda hot, too.
“Jase,” she went on, “this is my best friend of all time, Tammy, and her boyfriend, Ian, from Australia.” She tried pronouncing Australia in that Aussie dialect, failing miserably.
Ian chuckled, “Think you’ll need a little work on that,” he said, “it’s Australia,” demonstrating an authentic accent. Hell, even I thought it was sexy, his accent.
Being introduced to my wife as her friend’s boyfriend as if I didn’t know her was fuckin’ eerie!
I shook hands with Ian, also weird, shaking hands with this guy, knowing what he’d be doing with my wife later that night. This was going to be a bizarre evening.
We sat back down in our booth, Mia and me on one side, Tammy and Ian on the other. The little room was secluded but it wasn’t private. There was one other booth and two tables, all three with couples, one couple older, maybe in their sixties, the two tables, couples roughly our age. Speakers were relaying the band’s music from the main lounge area, albeit fairly softly, so that it was more background than dominating.
There were menus on the table but no one seemed interested in them. Tammy and Ian were looking at each other, their faces coming closer, finally lips together, and I was mesmerized, watching my wife kissing another man, tongue and all, the first time I’d ever seen such a thing. Not even that Friday, that night they’d skipped kissing completely. Hot didn’t even begin to describe it.
I felt Mia’s hand around my neck, pulling me, and looked at her, her lips parted slightly. We kissed like I’d wanted to that evening two weeks earlier, with her nearly naked on my lap. Had that only been two weeks ago?
My eyes were closed, an arm around Mia’s back, feeling her bare skin, her tongue exploring my mouth when it all changed. Mia moaned, her body stiffened, and her lips stiffened just for a moment, then she began pulling at me, digging into my scalp, moaning into my mouth, her body beginning to shake and writhe, and I realized what was happening – the vibrator inside her!
She pulled away and I watched, her biting her lip, fingers tightening around my neck, tilting her head and pulling me to her so that our foreheads mashed together, and then it stopped. I could tell, how her body loosened, her panting calmed, “Oh fuck! God, that was intense,” and she looked up at me, “I need you to fuck me right now so bad!” Fuckkk! You have no idea how badly I wanted to accommodate the girl!
I glanced across at Tammy. Her face was white, looking a lot like Mia’s, her lipstick smeared, breathing hard. Mia began to squirm, “Let me out, I have to go to the ladies’ room,” she said. I scooted out, with Tammy getting out at the same time, and they both walked off, looking for the ladies’ room. I’m not sure how I’d have reacted if Mia hadn’t been there to keep me well distracted. This was new territory; far, far outside my comfort zone.
“You like my little experiment?” Ian asked me, a grin on his face, showing me the remote in his hand. “It’s connected to both girls’ toys.” He handed it to me, and I couldn’t help but turn it on a little, low at first, then gradually turning it up, leaving about a minute, and turning it back off. I’m going to need to get one of these, I thought.
“Australia, hunh, what are you doing in Laramie?” I asked him. Almost because I loved hearing him talk, his accent. I could sure see why Tammy would be drawn to him.
“Owned an art gallery here, finally managed to sell it, just here for that. Course, this girl is a bit of a draw, too. Just wish she wasn’t married, I’d take her home with me.”
Holy shit! That little revelation had my heart pounding, trying to maintain my cool. I cocked my head, “She’s married? So, how’s that work?”
He chuckled, “Yeah mate, don’t think her husband knows ’bout me, she said he’s gone on some business trip this weekend. I knew her before she was married, biggest regret of my life leaving her behind. I’d take her with me now in a heartbeat if she wasn’t married. Even asked her, anyway, told me she won’t leave her husband, though. I’ve never found another girl quite like her.” He smiled, “in bed, especially. She’s a hot one!”
Double, triple holy shit! I hadn’t read that on Tammy’s computer.
“Maybe someday she’ll come to visit, though. I could show her a good time.” He smiled, “kind of have some plans for later tonight, though, hoping she’ll like it. Betting that you and your girl will too, maybe you can even get her to…”
And that’s when Tammy and Mia were back.
Ian and I both slid over, letting the girls sit on the outside this time, their lipstick and makeup fixed. Who knows what else they’d done. Our waiter stopped by, asking for our drink order. The girls ordered wine, Ian ordered some drink concoction, and I asked for the same thing, whatever in hell it was. I had a feeling that I was going to need a little alcohol in my system to survive the night.
Before he could bring the drinks, Tammy’s face turned into a grimace, and I noticed Ian’s left hand, the one next to Tammy, was under the table. I strongly suspected, from Tammy’s expression, that his fingers were exploring. Especially after what she’d told me a few days earlier, either his cock or his fingers were nearly always inside her. I presumed that was exactly what was happening. My wife was being finger-fucked right in front of meI
I squeezed my legs together, my cock almost painfully hard. I wanted to put my hand on Mia’s leg but that shyness from younger days reasserted itself and I got cold feet, even after everything that had happened earlier, especially that ‘five minutes in heaven’ a few days ago. That is, until Mia found my hand and guided it to her leg, right at her dress’s hemline, and whispered in my ear, “You can move it a little higher if you want.”
My stomach was tied in knots. Hell yeah, I wanted, but it was a gradual shift, slowly pushing my hand up as we looked at our menus. All except Tammy, her eyes were closed, looking like she was trying hard to stay calm.
Mia and I were both being nonchalant, ignoring that my fingers were within an inch of her pussy, while we decided what to order.
There was no tablecloth so the couple at the table next to the opposite wall would be able to see whatever was happening under our table, seeing Ian Dixon’s fingers inside my wife. Or at least know exactly what he was doing if her dress was obstructing the view.
Suddenly, my fingers felt the vibrations emanating from Mia’s pussy. She let out a gasp, her breath quickened… and her hand went under the table, pulling mine directly over her silky panties, and pressed her legs tightly together. I pressed, rubbing over her panties, I couldn’t believe this was happening, Tammy’s very hot best friend, for God’s sake! I wanted my fingers under her panties… I just couldn’t, it wasn’t me, badly as I wanted.
Her eyes were closed, letting out little moans, her hand under the table over mine, pressing it into her silky panties. My interest in the menu was somehow lost. I felt the vibrations that had been tormenting her and Tammy off and on since we’d been in the car in the parking lot.
Mia was biting her bottom lip, moaning, little ‘oohs, and aahs’, along with an admonition, “Don’t stop, please,” her legs tight and making those little sexy movements to my fingers. I was so close to coming myself when the vibrations stopped and I withdrew my hand.
The rest of dinner was relatively normal, whatever ‘normal’ could be described as; my wife with a sexy Australian that was predetermined to fuck her later, and me with Tammy’s best friend, also with every intention of doing the same thing. At no point in my life had I ever anticipated anything like this happening. Not EVER!
I guess the most you could say about ‘normal’ was that Ian didn’t turn the vibrators back on, letting us eat, not that I was particularly hungry. It’s hard to eat when your stomach is doing constant flip-flops, trying to imagine what it’s going to be like being in the same room with Tammy and Ian later. Along the way somewhere, right brain had given up the battle completely and had joined in with left brain in wanting to watch Ian Dixon fuck Tamara Hall.
And I won’t deny that thoughts of Mia and me together never strayed far from my mind, either.
We finished dinner and Ian and I split the tab. Tammy, standing alongside us with Mia, said that she wanted to go dancing. Since the music and dance floor were in the next room, the rest of us agreed. Although, my preference was to go straight to wherever we were spending the night, presumably Ian’s hotel room.
We found an empty table and shortly ordered another drink like before, except Ian, “I’m driving later, don’t want to get familiar with the local coppers on my last night,” he said. He asked the waitress, “You have any good non-alcoholic beer?”
“Only one we have is Samuel Adams,” she told him. So, that’s what he asked for.
He reminded me that I’d also be driving. Four of us were NOT going to fit in his two-seat Ferrari. I changed my order to Samuel Adams as well.
It was just a few minutes later that we were up dancing. It was a fast song, the type of dancing I do not do, but I wasn’t about to tell Mia no. And I was glad I didn’t, Mia doesn’t just dance, she DANCES! Hands high over her head, twirling, pulling her dress up, just overall letting loose. She backed into me like a… like a… I don’t even know what but sexy as hell, that smile on her face, rubbing her back on me, turning around and rubbing her breasts against me, yelling, to be heard above the music, “You like, don’t you?”
Oh yeah, I liked! She could see it in my face without any verbal answer. She danced away, swishing her dress, pulling it up, and danced back to me, wrapping her arms around my neck, throwing her hair one way, then the other, letting me wrap my arms around her. It seemed pretty obvious she was taking this ‘date’ very seriously.
Okay, I was distracted from watching my wife, especially when the music changed to something slower and Mia wrapped her arms around my neck once again, pressing against me. Ahh, the feel of that silk dress, the skin of her back, her nearly bare tits pressed against my chest. “Pretty soon, we’ll be naked doing this.” She smiled as she said it, knowing that other people in the room heard her as well.
Which reminded me, where was Tammy? I looked for her, finding her and Ian maybe ten feet away, my eyes going wide. Tammy was tightly backed into him, her head leaned back against his, her mouth in an ‘O’, eyes closed, slowly shuffling around the floor.
That wasn’t the primary thing attracting my attention, the ones that did were: 1. Ian’s left arm wrapped around Tammy’s chest, his hand under her dress, cupping her bare breast; 2. His right hand under her dress in the ‘V’ of her hemline, reached up between her legs. 3. Her words from one of her diary entries, if his cock wasn’t inside me, his fingers were.
I didn’t remember if those were her exact words, but it sure as hell was the gist, and right now he was doing exactly that right there on the dance floor! And she was letting him… damned well loving it, too!
I couldn’t hear, they were too far away and the music too loud, but I could see the moans leaking from Tammy’s lips, just as if they were spelled out overhead like in a comic book. He’d no doubt be rubbing his fingers inside her either over her g-spot or her clit
How were we not being shown the door? I guess there was enough dress covering to conceal what he was doing to her, but I knew. I knew because of what I’d read and knew about Ian Dixon and Tammy, but others wouldn’t have known, not for sure, anyway. They should have, though, that look of lust on Tammy’s face.
I dropped one hand from the soft skin of Mia’s bare back to her ass, pulled her tight to my rock-hard shaft, and found her lips, kissing her hard, her lips kissing me back matching the intensity, both of us so fucking turned on, a low growl coming from her,
I was oblivious to everything else in the room until I felt a tapping on my shoulder, Ian, “It’s time, we’re going,” he said.
Mia and I broke our kiss, just looking at each other, my heart pounding a hole in my chest, anticipating… We’d barely touched our drinks, not that I cared. I didn’t like the crap anyway. Tasted about like I thought piss might taste.
“Follow us,” Ian said, leading us outside to his bright red Ferrari, where he opened the passenger door for Tammy.
“We going to the hotel?” I asked.
“No, someplace else.” My heart sank, I was more than ready to consummate a relationship with the beautiful Mia. To see Tammy and Ian together. There was no more opposition from right brain. It remained to be seen, however, when the moment of truth arrived. I was afraid that both right and left brain might mutiny like they had the other night.
He waited until Mia and I were behind him, and we heard the roar of the Ferrari’s engine starting, sounding like a racetrack.
Laramie’s not a big city, population a little over 30,000, about twenty minutes from one side of town to the other. About five minutes into the drive, Mia began groaning, “Ooh, he turned it on again,” she moaned, squirming in her seat. I glanced over, her legs were pressed together, arms crossed over her chest, mouth open breathing deeply. It was hard watching the highway, making sure to not lose Ian. It was also hard to not put my hand on Mia’s leg and slide it up under her dress, but I didn’t want to crash the car, either, even if it wasn’t a quarter-million-dollar car like the one in front of us.
It was a fair certainty that Ian wouldn’t be having the same compunction with my wife. I wondered what was he doing to her right then. Hell, I knew what he’d be doing.
Mia was whimpering when we pulled into a parking lot. I hadn’t paid any attention to where we were. Her hand was between her legs, rubbing herself. “We get inside and we’re finding someplace we can fuck! Bastard has it turned low, just enough to torment…”
I had to struggle to suppress my grin, also thinking of Tammy.
I got out of the car and opened Mia’s door, helping her out. “Where are we, what is this?” she asked, her legs shaky when she stood. “It’s still… going.”
I put an arm around her to steady her, “I have no idea, I didn’t even notice when we pulled in.”
Ian and Tammy were out of his Ferrari. I was almost afraid to just think of it as a ‘car’. He was helping her, much as I was Mia. I wondered if she’d told him the same thing Mia told me just a moment ago. Okay, I was still having a little bit of a hard time processing that this guy was going to be fucking my wife in very short order… and I was going to be watching.
There was a back door to the building from the parking lot but no sign. We could hear music wafting out, apparently a nightclub, but we’d just left one, so why? I’d lived in this town half my life, we’d moved here when I was fourteen, but I had no idea where we were. Maybe it was that drink with dinner, maybe being drunk on lust, but I was half lost, no clue where we were.
We followed Ian and Tammy, his arm possessively around my wife’s waist, holding her tight. There was no doubt something was going on, the way she was walking so unsteadily and clinging to him — and I knew what, the vibrator inside her pussy. She doesn’t wear heels often but enough that she’s comfortable walking, not at all like those faltering steps.
We walked around the corner of the building and I stopped. It was a ‘gentlemen’s club, exotic dance’, a friggin’ strip club! Now I knew where we were, I remembered seeing this building, wondering about it, half wanting to bring Tammy here, right brain saying, ‘Nah, not such a good idea,’ left brain mostly agreeing but wanting to, anyway. Right brain won that little disagreement, we never had.
But now we were there, Ian had done everything he could to assure that all of Tammy’s on-switches were flipped. Mia, too, as a by-product, all systems go.
I had no idea what to expect, I’d never been in a strip club in my life. There was a small lobby just inside the door with what was like a ticket booth at a movie theater, except this one had a big hunk of a bald guy behind it. The dude looked like he could lift the four of us simultaneously. Ian gave the guy a hundred-twenty dollars cash, twenty each for him and me, Tammy and Mia were free, plus coupons for eight drinks at ten bucks each. The sign behind the guy said those were mandatory whether we used them or not.
We also had to hand him our cell phones, no electronics allowed. This guy didn’t look like someone to argue with, either. He placed all four in a bag with Ian’s name on them and gave him a numbered receipt. Despite his looks, he seemed like a nice guy. Yeah, until somebody did something he didn’t like. I suspected the ‘nice’ would wear off very quickly.
There was also a big sign on the back wall, ‘NO TOUCHING THE DANCERS. KEEP YOUR FUCKING HANDS TO YOURSELF! VIOLATORS RECEIVE FREE AMBULANCE RIDE’. I wondered if they meant it. I kinda suspected so.
My heart was pounding when Ian pushed open the heavy black door from the ticket lobby. Like I said, I had no clue what to expect, other than naked girls, a stage, and a pole. Tammy and Mia looked… hell, like those vibrators inside them were still buzzing, Mia with a death grip on my hand.
Tammy and I have seen television scenes from inside strip clubs, cop shows, even a few movies. Daryl Hannah doing a strip scene in some movie, I forgo the name of, Demi Moore in Striptease. I didn’t expect to see a Daryl Hannah, Demi Moore, or anyone like them in Laramie, Wyoming.
I would be wrong. The girl on the stage was drop-dead gorgeous, long blonde hair, wearing a bra like a skimpy bikini top and Daisy Duke-type shorts, except lots smaller and tighter, with a very nice camel toe, definitely wouldn’t be safe for TV. I’d guess her at about our age, twenties, drop dead S E X Y!
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The seating area was lit by flashing, colorful strobes, and the girl on stage by a spotlight, a full-length, ceiling-height mirror along the entire back wall. It was hard to see that there even was a back wall, it just seemed to be an extension of the room, looking back onto the stage and the beautiful girl dancing. It was Saturday night so the place was packed, probably a hundred or more people, a few women, maybe a dozen or so, all attractive. I was surprised that there was an empty table back one row of tables back from the stage. The floor had a slight slope, so all the tables had good viewing.
After we sat, Mia leaned over and whispered to me, “He turned it off, thank God… except I’m so fucking horny!” Think that wasn’t intentional? I think there’s not much debate on the matter.
As soon as we sat, another very pretty girl, dressed just like the girl on stage, stopped at our table and asked what we’d like to drink, adding, “You want a lap dance, just let me know. I’ll send whatever girl you want.”
The girl on stage was on the pole, wrapping her legs around it, slowly shimmying up it. It was probably about a twelve-foot ceiling and she’d climbed to the top, holding herself there with her legs and one arm. The other went behind her and she unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. This girl wasn’t only very pretty, but she was also good.
She slid back down the pole upside down, holding her arms out, facing away from the pole so that we could all see those perky tits. At the bottom, she picked up her bra and other clothes she’d taken off before we got there, then the money from the edge of the stage, stuffing it in a little bag that had been there, then stepped down the two steps into the seating area. She was fucking hot! Not that I noticed.
Another girl came on stage, a DJ giving her name as Crystal, every bit as pretty as the girl who’d just performed, who we now knew was Amber. I leaned over and whispered in Mia’s ear, “Bet you could do better up there, much nicer boobs.”
She laughed, saying, “It’s not going to happen, don’t even think it… but I’d sure take you to the ladies’ room.”
Damn, it was tempting! Except I wanted Tammy to be there, to see, and not a bathroom quickie.
The new girl, Crystal was dancing. She had on a skirt, blouse, and heels. One of the skimpily-clad waitresses had spoken to Amber and led her to a table about ten feet from us. An older man, maybe fortyish, gave her some bills, and she began dancing for him, right in front of him. I was mesmerized, watching this girl entertaining a man she’d probably never seen before. Or maybe she had, maybe he was a regular, who knows? Not that it mattered.
She sat on his lap, rubbing herself on him, her tits inches away from his face. The lucky guy was licking his lips, watching, following the rules, and keeping his hands to himself when Amber scooted off his lap and very slowly slid her shorts down, nothing under them, gyrating her body as she did, so that she was completely naked except for her heels, sitting back down on his lap. This time she rubbed her naked nipples against his lips, teasing him. How could this not turn a girl on, even if she did do it regularly? Especially, with her legs spread across his lap, rubbing her pussy on the tentpole in his pants.
Mia was watching her along with me and whispered in my ear, “That’s so sexy, poor guy must be about to come in his pants.”
“What about her, think it turns her on, too?” I asked back, rubbing my hands on her inner thigh just below her pussy. Glancing at Tammy and Ian, I was guessing he wasn’t being quite so discrete with his fingers, probably tickling her g-spot as Mia and I spoke.
“How could it not?” she mirrored my thoughts exactly. “And she’s so sexy, can we take her home with us?”
I laughed, “Don’t think they do that. She’s probably married, anyway, he’s likely here somewhere enjoying every second.” She let out a little chuckle, not responding. God, it’d be hot to be sitting out here somewhere, discretely watching your wife.
There were a couple other girls giving the same kind of dance in the room, but my eyes were on Amber. She whispered in his ear, and his smile widened, both of them getting up and her leading him toward the back. Fuckkk!
Crystal was coming off the stage. She’d gotten completely naked and had slipped a pair of thong panties back on before walking into the crowd.
We watched another half-hour or so, some of the girls not quite so pretty, but pretty nonetheless, none nearly as talented as Amber had been on the pole. We’d been spoiled by the first girl we saw.
Mia had changed positions, sitting on my lap, not like the strippers, straddling, but across my legs, an arm around my neck. Still, though, her bottom against my erection was doing a major number on me. My hand had ventured between her legs, rubbing gently on a very sexy-feeling pair of panties, but still, I refrained from venturing inside them. Pretty sure she’d have been receptive to it, though, the way she was rubbing on me.
Tammy was sitting on Ian’s lap, except straddling him facing away, her legs spread apart, and I was guessing his hand was doing a lot more than mine between her legs. I was wishing Mia and I were at a table on the other side where we could see what he was doing. Some of the heads on those tables sure seemed to be looking their way. He whispered something in her ear, and whatever it was, her face turned a bright red, and an emphatic “No” came from her mouth.
I had no idea what had just happened, Tammy had written that she never could say no to him. What could he have said that got such an emphatic response? Mia looked as confused as I did.
He must have seen the confusion on our faces, “All I did,” he said, “was ask her if she was ready to give me my going away present, All I want is a lap dance like Amber just did.
Tammy’s face was still red, and I understood why. Those girls had gotten naked. No way would Tammy do something like that in here. But I did notice one thing, her nipples had been quite ‘prominent’ under her dress all evening. Now, they looked hard as a diamond. She was fuckin’ turned on by the idea!
“They wouldn’t even allow it,” Tammy spoke up, “only the girls who work here can do that. Besides, I could never… ”
Ian raised his arm, waving one of the waitress girls over. “Is there a rule against a female customer giving a guy a lap dance?” he asked her when she’d stopped at our table. Her name tag said ‘Jayme’.
She smiled, “No, it happens once in a while, has to follow the same ‘no touching’ rule, though.”
Ian smiled, and so did I, in my head where Tammy couldn’t see it, “This rule, does that mean the girl can’t touch, either?” he asked.
She was still smiling, “The only thing she can’t touch is the guy’s dick.” She looked at Tammy, “I’ll be looking forward to it,” she said with a smile, “and just to clarify, the no touching is with his hands. He can use his mouth as much as the girl wants, just no touching genitals.”
That last sentence brought out the blush in Tammy even more. “The answer is still no,” she said, “I just can’t, I’ve never…”
And suddenly, Mia jumped, letting out a little moan. Tammy, too.
“Now, you’ll find out the real reason for the vibrator,” he told Tammy, “I thought you might be a little reluctant so thought it might be a little incentive. It’s going to be turned up every few minutes until you agree. Pretty sure that by the time it’s up all the way, you’ll have a very hard time holding your orgasm, and by then it’ll no doubt be very strong, very vocal. Think about that in this room… your choice.”
Tammy was whimpering, “Ian… ”
“Besides, I know you,” he said, “you really do want to, you’re just afraid. Just look at this as an incentive to do what you know you want.”
Tammy looked in a panic. And I think what he’d just said was starting to soak into Mia as well. After all, she had the same vibrator inside her.
That Australian accent was so intoxicating!
“I… can’t…” Tammy whimpered, and I felt Mia’s vibrator pick up speed. Mia began with moans as well.
“Oh, one more thing,” Ian added, “there’s another setting that you haven’t experienced yet, perhaps a short sample would be in order.”
Suddenly Mia jumped, her eyes rolling up, her hands going to her pussy. Tammy was flailing, nearly falling off Ian’s lap. And then it stopped, both girls looking dazed, breathing hard. “It’s the clit stimulator, quite effective, don’t you think? When you do start to come, it’ll be turned on full to assure a very hard orgasm.”
The blush color had drained from Tammy’s face, replaced with whiteness. My cock had exploded, every ounce of blood congregating between my legs. I couldn’t fucking believe this!
Mia as well, her body shaking. I think he’d just turned it up another notch.
“Tam…” Mia was whimpering. “I’m so close…”
“Girl… you have to do it, too, I’m not doing this by myself.”
Ian chuckled, “Actually, you are,” he said, “even if you both do it, it’ll be one at a time, Tammy, dearest, you’ll be first.”
“I’ll do it,” Mia softly muttered, “after Tammy.”
My wife groaned, “Mia… I… ” and Ian turned the vibrators up another level.
“It’s at fifty percent now, I believe that’s the highest it’s been all evening,” he told them.
Something that Tammy had written in one of her diary entries popped into my sex-addled brain, ‘He has no decency filter.’ It made me chuckle, then the rest of what she’d written, ‘And I loved it’. No way in hell could any ‘normal’ person have dreamed up this scheme, much less done it. Of course, no normal person would have been finger-fucking another guy’s wife on a public dance floor, either.
She looked across the table at me, so near a laugh, “It’s not funny!” she screeched.
Actually, it was, damned funny. I tried to assume a ‘serious’ face, though, it was hard.
Tammy closed her eyes, that grimace of stricken resignation on her face, her body shaking, “Okay,” she finally agreed, barely audible, and I felt the tension go out of Mia as the vibrations were turned off.
Ian’s smile was a mile wide as was mine. I couldn’t believe this was going to happen, my wife, my Tammy, a nude lap dance in this public place. Ian motioned for the waitress again, the same one as a few minutes ago.
“Would it be too much trouble to set a chair up on the stage, our girls would like to give a lap dance, and I’m sure they’d like it to be where everyone can enjoy it.”
Tammy’s and Mia’s eyes grew wide, their faces turning white all over again.
“And one more thing,” he began to ask Jaime, “I’m sure you’re familiar with many of the customers here, could you find a couple handsome, young guys that might enjoy a dance from a beautiful lady?
Both girls’ eyes were wide, “That wasn’t… ” Tammy started to say.
“I never said it was for me or Jason, just that I wanted to see a lap dance,” he clarified, “and since you’ve both agreed…”
“I’ll have to check with the manager to see if we can do that,” Jayme told us, “we’ve never done it before.”
Tammy looked almost in a panic, “Ian… I…”
Mia interrupted, “Girl, let’s go with it. They want a show, let’s give them one they’ll never forget! Besides, just think about it, some hot guy, we’re in charge. I want to do this. Let’s have a little fun. Besides, it’s gonna be so hot!” She looked over at Ian, “and keep those buzzers going, too, this is going to be epic!”
Tammy stared at her friend, the color coming back to her face, even a little bit of a smile. “Okay,” she finally said, “I’ll do it.”
Fuckkk! My heart was racing. Never in a freakin’ million years!
Jayme was back in about three minutes, “You have ten minutes each. I assume you’ll want music?”
Tammy and Mia looked at each other, “Yeah, sounds good,” Mia answered.
“It’ll be about fifteen minutes, after Tawny finishes, Meadow’s ready to go, then after her, you’ll be on.”
This was going to happen; Tammy on that stage, stripping, lap-dancing for some random, lucky stiff!
“I have to use the restroom,” Tammy said, scooting her chair back and getting up. Mia followed.
Ian was all smiles after they left. “You had this planned from the beginning, didn’t you?” I asked him.
“Think her husband would be surprised?” he asked. Too bad he isn’t here, see what a vixen his wife can be when she sets her mind to it.
I laughed, “Yeah, I’m guessing he probably would. “Guess you had this chick pretty well pegged.”
“We talked about it when I here before. She said she’d never do anything like that, I wanted to prove her wrong. I think she would have, but I had to leave. This is even better now that she’s a little older, married, and has her career.”
“And Mia?” I asked, curious how she played in his plan.
“She’s a bonus. I was thinking about this, then when Tam said we were doubling tonight, all the better.”
I’d completely forgotten about the two guys that Jayme was going to find. I looked around the room, not finding her anywhere. “Wonder where Jayme is, if she’s found those two guys,” I mentioned.
Ian laughed, “That part was just spur of the moment, I hadn’t even thought about this being on the stage or with someone else until right then.”
The next several minutes we watched the dancer on stage, Meadow. I couldn’t help but wonder what these girls’ real names were. What were they like in real life? College students paying their way, a boyfriend, even husband sitting out here somewhere getting turned on? bored kids of rich parents, maybe; paying for their next drug fix? I doubted that, these girls seemed too pretty, too well put together. I chuckled to myself, wondering if any might be nursing students paying their tuition.
I’d never know, I doubted that we’d be getting to know any of them on a first-name basis outside this club, likely not taking Amber home with us like Mia had suggested. One thing every girl in here did have in common, though, is that they were all very pretty.
As the minutes ticked closer, I was wishing that Tammy and Mia would come back from the ladies’ room. Heck, maybe they’d made a run for it, were outside right now walking, hoping for someone to stop and give them a ride. I didn’t think so. Mia, especially, seemed pretty into this thing once she decided to do it.
Meadow seemed to be winding down her routine, she was naked except for a g-string that she’d teased several times but hadn’t pushed more than a couple inches down her toned legs. Under any other circumstances, any of these girls would have had my heart racing to watch, but these next two acts were dominating all the vacant spaces in my head, right and left brain.
Meadow began picking up the clothes she’d left on the stage and began walking off when she stopped, looked behind her, pushed her g-string to the floor, then walked the rest of the way off stage.
It was time! And where were our girls?
I was beginning to panic when the DJ began to say, “And now a special treat… ”
Tammy and Mia were nowhere to be seen.
He continued, using Tammy’s real name, and my panic finally subsided when she walked out from the back room where all the other girls had come from.
God, Tammy looked sexy, my heart was pounding, she looked scared to death, even with the smile on her face. The crowd was roaring.
And Jayme was leading a guy by the hand. They’d put a single chair at the front of the stage. Tammy stood there, wringing her hands, watching Jayme lead the guy up the steps. He looked older, I put him at thirty-seven (a WAG, wild-assed guess), exactly ten years older than my gorgeous bride; a neatly trimmed beard and mustache, hair and beard – dark brown, a little taller than me.
There wasn’t anything particularly special about him; a normal, fairly good-looking guy, but if I was a woman I’d probably think he was attractive, maybe even sexy. I know that Tammy’s always had a thing for a man with a beard, she’d tried several times to talk me into growing one. I tried once but didn’t like the itch. It just never appealed to me, either. I don’t know, maybe after this… Have to wait and see.
He sat in the chair, Jayme whispered something to him, and Tammy approached, standing right in front of him. Ian and I were about six feet back from the stage, Tammy and her guy a couple feet beyond the edge, probably a total of eight feet or so total away from us. “I’m nervous, never done anything like this before,” Tammy said to the guy. I had no idea his name, so I’ll call him ‘John’ (seemed kind of appropriate).
Thankfully, we were close enough to hear. He looked out toward the crowd, a little chuckle, “You and me both! This isn’t exactly what I was expecting tonight.”
“Me either, this is all my boyfriend’s doing… but… for the record, I think you’re hot. And I think I’m going to enjoy this.”
He got a broad smile on his face, “For the record… YOU are the hot one. I KNOW I’m going to enjoy it.”
Tammy smiled, “Let the games begin, shall we.” My wife began dancing. She looked out at us, first toward Ian, then me, lingering just a moment, then back toward her ‘victim’, smiling at him.
Tammy was trying to look calm. Inside, she had to be a nervous wreck. I leaned across our table and asked Ian, “The vibrator?”
He smiled, nodding, “Low,” he answered, very softly.
So, Tammy was doing this with a hum going inside her pussy. That had to be adding a little something to her emotional state, I thought. The tension inside me was more like a raging wildfire.
She toyed with the hemline of her dress, pulling it up, letting it fall back, pulling it up again just a bit higher, doing that several times, then sat on John’s lap, legs spread wide, leaning in to kiss him. God, I was squirming in my seat watching my wife kissing this total stranger. Not just a little kiss, either, a full-blown tongue-exchanging kiss, her arms wrapping around him. He kept his arms by his side, it had to take monumental willpower.
Tammy pulled away slightly, whispering in his ear, and I was wishing that we were closer. He seemed to agree with whatever she’d said, and Tammy smiled, beginning to unbutton his shirt. What…? She spread it apart, running her hands over his now bare chest, a little hairy.
Then my eyes got big, my heart pounded, and I could hardly breathe – Tammy looked down, beginning to undo one of the buttons of her dress. That dress was more like a silky bathrobe, held together only by two buttons, one shortly below her breasts, the other about at her navel, the first she unbuttoned, looked up at her guy, smiling at him, watching him as her fingers moved from the first button to the other, hesitating.
I felt like the world was exploding in front of me, the blood rushing to my head as Tammy smiled, slipped that button through the hole… and pulled open her dress! I didn’t think she’d go through with it, but there was my wife revealing her nearly naked body to the guy in front of her, to the room, letting it slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor. Holy fucking shit!! My wife, Tamara, was naked, except nothing more than a very skimpy, very sexy, pink thong, straddling a strange guy’s lap!
I was barely able to sit, trying hard to breathe normally, not believing what my eyes were trying to tell me.
‘John’ was staring at her, hell there were dozens of sets of eyes staring at her! This was so far outside anything I’d ever imagined of Tammy that my mind was blank of any rational thoughts, only taking in that sight of my nearly naked wife sitting on some guy’s lap in front of I don’t how many people.
She crushed herself against his chest, kissing him again, grinding her thong-clad pussy against him. He had to be nearly out of his mind, I know for fucking damned sure I was!
It was only a moment later that the stakes were raised exponentially, she pulled his mouth to one of her breasts, and he wrapped his lips around her, sucking it in.
Tammy seemed oblivious to the crowd watching, her hands digging into his scalp, her mouth open, moaning, the guy sucking hard on her right tit. “Oh God, Oh God,” she was repeating over and over, not even trying to stifle her cries.
I was wishing I had that remote in my hand, then realized that Ian did, “Turned it up,” he said, apparently reading my mind.
Tammy suddenly pulled her tit from his mouth, stood, and slid her thong down, now completely naked, except those fucking sexy high heels, and sat back down on his lap, legs spread wide, grinding her naked pussy against a substantial bulge in his jeans, pulling his mouth back to her other tit. Her face was… how the hell do I say it, eyes closed, mouth open — fuckin indescribable, the whole so much more than the parts.
My dick was fucking hard! All of this I had NOT expected! No friggin’ way… my Tammy…!
“Oh Fuckkk!” Tammy moaned as her undulating body began violently spasming against him, a hard grimace on her face.
I fought to control the emotions that were roiling through my body, “Might want to turn that thing up a little more,” I calmly suggested. At least I thought it was calm, for all I knew it might have come out as a tortured scream.
“Got it, done, mate, damn!” Ian said.
Tammy’s head was thrown back, fingers digging into John’s scalp pulling his mouth harder onto her tit. I couldn’t breathe, watching my wife in the throes of a violent orgasm in front of all these people.
I’m sure Tammy’s time went way past her allotted ten minutes, but her music kept going, and she wouldn’t have been able to stop in any case. It seemed that her orgasm went on for at least that long. When it was over, it seemed like another several minutes for her to calm down. When she did, she took her guy’s face in her hands and passionately kissed him once again before she looked out into the crowd, acting like she finally realized where she was and what she’d done. Her face turned bright red, she climbed off him, and picked up her dress, holding it up in front of her like she was trying to preserve her modesty. A little late for that!
She picked up her panties and dropped them in John’s lap, “Keep them, souvenir,” she said, still panting, then made her way down the steps and back to our table, sitting, her body a sheen of sweat. I don’t know if she even realized she was still naked. Holding that dress up in front of her didn’t do a hell of a lot to hide anything.
“Might want to put it on,” Ian suggested
She stood, her legs still shaky, and Ian helped her with her dress, wrapping it around her, then buttoning it for her. She sat again and I heard her whispering to Ian, “You need to get me out of here and fuck me!”
I have no idea how I managed to avoid a mess in my pants. I’m guessing that ‘John’ most likely hadn’t. Either that or he’s superhuman.
Jayme and another of the girls started gathering cash from the stage. I’d been a little engrossed and hadn’t even noticed people leaving it. Jayme brought it to Tammy, but she told them to keep it and split it with the other girls.
Even knowing what Tammy had just done, the fact that she was sitting across from me in that short, very revealing dress, no panties, was doing a major number on me. Maybe too, the fact that Ian’s hand had just ventured under the table, and Tammy’s eyes had sort of rolled up in her head, her body doing its little shuddery thing. And if her protruding nipples were hard before…!
That was about the time the DJ announced, “The second half of our special treat coming up in just a moment, wasn’t Tammy something! Maybe she’ll come back again sometime, for a repeat. We can sure hope, huh? Bet you’ll be hoping so, won’t you Derek?”
So the guy’s name was Derek. Speaking of him, I had no idea where he’d gone, probably the men’s room to ‘adjust’. I was aching to talk to Tammy about what she’d just experienced. It’ll have to wait, cuz for now, she was still Ian’s date, I had just met her that night.
Ian excused himself, he said he needed to use the restroom. Yeah, I’ll bet, I thought. So do I, but not to take a leak.
Jayme escorted another guy up to the stage, this time a much younger guy, I’d guess barely over twenty-one. He looked like some college basketball jock, at least six-five, thin, hair to his shoulders; smooth, baby-face, looking scared to death. He looked like the kind of guy that hadn’t ever been to a place like this, maybe never had a girl, either. Well, if that was the case, he was about to get an eye-opening, I was pretty damned sure.
Mia began walking across the stage, her ‘model’s’ walk that she’d shown me the other night in our living room, wearing that emerald green dress that looked so damned good with her thick, long, red hair. God, she looked mouth-watering! Spectacular in that dress. Her guy sitting in the chair on the stage had twisted around, watching her every delicious step. Mia could have been a model, except she’s short, only about 5’3″. But, damn, what she lacks in height, she sure as hell makes up for with her figure and looks, charisma, too.
Where Tammy had looked scared to death when she started, Mia looked… confident… sexy, like she knew exactly what she was doing and had done this a thousand times before.
She was a girl who could have any guy she wanted and had pretty much as long as I’d known her. That was a big part of the reason I was so shocked that she was interested in me when I read Tammy’s diary.
Mia was in front of her guy toying with the hemline of her skirt, much like Tammy had started. When the music began, she started dancing, running her hands over her body, looking like a vixen who knows she’s a vixen. She turned around, looking over her shoulder at him, showing off that bare, sexy back, and lifted her dress showing off her thong-clad ass for just an instant before letting it drop again.
She stepped back, only a step, and sat down on his lap, scooting back and grinding against him. I’d experienced the scent of Mia’s perfume, and that alone would be enough to raise a dead man. She leaned over, kissing him on the cheek, and slipped her thong down her sexy legs, handing it to him.
Still on his lap, tickling his ear with her tongue, Mia slipped a strap off one shoulder, then the other, and held her hands over her breasts to keep it from falling. She stood, turned, facing him, beginning to do a little dance, still holding her dress over her tits.
Ian was back, I hadn’t even noticed when he’d sat down.
I glanced away, over at Tammy. She was biting her bottom lip, eyes closed, her face contorted in a grimace. There wasn’t much doubt about where Ian’s fingers were or what he was doing with them. Her pussy had to be drenched, dripping. At least she’d gotten a little relief with that orgasm she’d just experienced. He whispered to her but loud enough for me to hear, “Don’t let yourself come again… not much longer.”
“Think it’s time to turn it up a little,” Ian said, and almost immediately, Mia let out a gasp, and dropped her dress, baring her breasts. She stood there momentarily, gasping, her hands between her legs, her dress hung up on her hips.
Tammy had almost the same reaction, doubled over in her chair, breathless, with the extra stimulation of Ian’s fingers in her pussy, trying to keep herself from coming.
I looked back at Mia, she’d dropped her dress to the floor and was completely naked. Between Tammy, her breasts and nipples so prominent, Ian fingering her, and Mia, stark-naked on stage, vibrators going hard in both their pussies, my heart was pounding and I was enjoying this!
Mia was right in front of her guy, fondling herself with one hand between her legs, the other caressing a breast, fingers gradually pinching a nipple, undulating her naked hips within inches of his face, and moaning. After a moment, I have no idea how long as I was somewhere off in la la land, she leaned toward him, supporting herself with her hands on his thighs, a nipple gently brushing against his lips. “She wants to be sucked, big boy… really bad.”
Ian chuckled, handing me the remote. I looked at it for about two seconds, saw the settings, especially the one that said, ‘clit’, and turned that dial to high.
Tammy threw her head back, “Oh fuck!” she moaned, biting down on her lower lip.
“Don’t. Come,” Ian admonished her again as she let out another loud groan.
Tammy’s body was shaking, her face white, eyes glassy as she sat next to Ian, moaning.
Mia was grinding her naked pussy on the young guy who was doing his best to swallow one of her tits, her fingers digging into his scalp much as Tammy had, and I switched it off. She sat there, panting, wrapping her arms around his head, pulling him between her tits, and the music stopped, giving her the signal that her time was up.
When she stood and helped her college guy up, there was a huge tent in his pants with a very clear wet spot covering his groin. Mia retrieved her dress, slipped it over her head, and pulled the hem down. Her guy stepped down off the stage, followed by Mia, who turned her back to me and asked me to zip her.
“Now, can we get out of here?” Tammy asked.
Hell yes, I was so fucking ready! We left with the stage covered in bills. On our way out, collecting our cell phones, the big guy at the desk told us, “Y’all come on back, free admission and drinks next time.”
It was a long, fifteen-minute drive following Ian and Tammy back to his hotel. The closer we got, the more nervous I became, my stomach tying into knots, realizing that within a very few minutes, I was going to be in the same room, watching, as another guy fucked my horny wife, remembering what it had been like just seeing on my little phone screen. And in Tammy’s current emotional state…!
Mia was laying back in her seat for several minutes, trying to recover from her experience in that club. Somewhere between five and ten minutes into the drive, I’d guess, she sat up, reached between her legs, let out a little moan, and pulled the vibrator from her pussy. “This thing’s evil,” she said, “but, God, I love it!” It was soaking wet.
I watched this little exhibition out of the corner of my eyes, so turned on I could hardly stand it. God, the anticipation…!
But then, my hand just sort of did its own thing, resting on Mia’s knee, sliding up under her dress, touching her naked pussy lips for the first time, feeling the wetness, how smooth her bare skin was, finding the slit between her lips, two fingers pressing inside…
Mia spread her legs apart, groaning, “Ooh, fuck! Keep that up and you’re going to have to stop and finish the job.” This was the first time my fingers had touched inside a girl other than Tammy since… Hell, any girl other than Tammy.
She felt… different. I can’t explain it but was definitely different from my wife. Those two fingers pressed deeper, curling inside her, I suddenly remembered what Ian had told my wife, “Don’t. Come.” I told her.
Mia sat there, moaning, her hips humping my fingers, her hand over mine, her other hand stroking her breast. God, my dick was hard and ready to explode!
We pulled into the Hilton’s parking lot and had to park four spaces away from Ian’s Ferrari. What the hell does it cost to lease a Ferrari for a month? What a stupid thought for a time like this.
I pulled my fingers from Mia’s pussy, and she leaned over, kissing me. “I am so going to fuck you hard!” she said before she opened her door and climbed out, leaving me panting, looking at that fucking sexy ass climbing out of my car.
I climbed out right behind her, breathing hard from what she’d just said, scared shitless of what was going to happen in that hotel room. The closer the time came, the more the doubts were coalescing in my mind, all jumbled by Mia, sitting next to me. To put it fucking mildly, I was an emotional wreck, scared out of my mind!
Ian and Tammy were already out, him carrying her, Tammy’s arms wrapped around his neck, their lips locked together, like newlyweds across the threshold. Both were oblivious to Tammy’s dress hanging, pretty much showing everything. Mia and I followed through the lobby, Mia holding my hand tightly. Perhaps she had some idea as to the demons that had invaded my head over the last several minutes.
Ian set my wife down in the elevator and reached around her, fondling her breast under her dress like he had done so much earlier in the evening. After the elevator reached the fourth floor, the four of us walked down the hall to room 418, my heart beating a hole in my chest.
Ian seemed to be the only one of the four of us to be calm and collected, digging the keycard out of his pocket. Mia’s hand was clammy with sweat, I was a nervous wreck, and Tammy… do I need say?
He found the key, opened the door, and we were in his room, the door swinging closed behind us. The same door he’d pushed Tammy against a week ago. I made a very quick survey of his room; a VERY large bed, huge in fact, and a couch separating the bed area from the living area that had two easy chairs, a desk, table, and two dining chairs, besides the couch.
We couldn’t have been inside more than two or three seconds before Ian had flipped the straps off Tammy’s shoulders, and she was totally naked, her black dress pooled on the floor. “Fuck me, Ian, now!” she practically demanded.
He looked around the room, coming to an executive decision rather rapidly, maybe another half-second, “Couch, back of the couch.”
I’m sure we hadn’t been in that room more than ten seconds total before Ian’s pants were down and his dick was inside my wife. She was leaning over, supporting herself on the back of the couch, legs spread apart, her tits bouncing, “Ooh, Ooh, fuck!” she was groaning, her head thrashing back and forth, as his dick disappeared inside her. And the fucking guy was pornstar big! It all seemed in slow motion, his hands on my wife’s naked hips… and then it wasn’t slow motion anymore.
His pants were down around his ankles, his cock thrusting inside my Tammy, literally lifting her feet off the floor, Tammy’s screams filling the room, my heart pounding at the sight… and then… I felt my pants dropping to the floor, and a hot, wet mouth wrapped around my cock. I looked down, Mia on her knees in front of me, my rock-hard cock being swallowed. And I mean ‘swallowed’ literally. I felt the moment that Mia’s throat opened up, letting my cock slide in.
I’d heard of it, dreamed what it might be like, but oh shit! The experience was… fuckkk!
“Oh God, Mia, I’m going to…!” Her hands grabbed my buttocks and pulled me in deeper. Tammy had never… “Ohh, shit!” The night, the strip club, Tammy, Ian, Mia’s mouth… it was all too much! And the cum exploded out of me, synchronous with one of Tammy’s screams. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, the orgasm wracking through my body like I’d imagine a freight train smashing through a brick wall. It went on, spurt after spurt down Mia’s throat, her swallows milking me dry.
When I recovered, at least a little, Ian was still fucking my girl, and how! She’d collapsed on the back of the couch, Ian holding her legs, flailing behind him, pounding his cock into her, slamming his body into hers, Tammy screaming, “Fuck me, Ian, fuck me… hard!” He had to be at least eight inches, eight FAT inches, every millimeter pounding into my wife.
Tammy’s groans had reached a fevered pitch, interspersed occasionally with, “Fuck me, fuck me!”
This was exactly what I’d been so afraid of, what this guy could do to my wife. But oh my God, it was so fucking hot! I’d never even dreamed of such a thing. This was a porn movie times a hundred… times a thousand! And it was my fucking wife!
Suddenly it all changed, Tammy began screaming, her body shuddering, flailing. Ian’s face and every muscle contorted into… something… fingers digging into her waist where he’d been gripping her, his cock plunged deep inside her, his pelvis pressed tightly against her ass, “Oh shit, oh shit!” followed by inhuman groans and grunts, both male and female, two bodies joined together, both glistening in sweat.
Despite what Mia had just done to me, I was hard as a stone pillar! Reminding me of the time Tammy and I had visited Arches National Park, the giant stone ‘cocks’ as Tammy had called them, that had withstood the millennia. What a stupid thought at a time like this.
I suddenly needed to fuck her, Mia, couldn’t wait another second. Tammy wanted to watch, had said so many times. That was up to her, if she could twist around and see, great, but Mia and me… now!
My whole body was shaking, getting Mia’s dress off her, leaving her heels; I think heels are so fucking sexy. God, Mia was a beautiful, fucking sexy woman! My western shirt had snaps, damned good — we’d have ripped buttons, Mia pulling at them as well.
Mia looked surprised when I picked her up, dropping her on the bed face down, “On your knees,” I told her. Her upper body was down on the bed, she pulled her knees up under her so that gorgeous, naked ass was propped up, so fucking enticing! No panties, she’d left them with her basketball player. I let out a huge groan as my cock slipped inside, feeling the inside of a woman other than Tammy for the first time in so many years. And what a fucking ‘feeling’ it was! She was hot, wet, and tight, pushing back against me, groaning.
God, I was still trying to believe this, Mia… the sexiest girl I’ve ever known… and I was fucking her, my hard dick inside her, so swollen, so hard! I was buried so friggin’ deep inside her. She was pushing, I was pushing. If it hadn’t been for that blowjob minutes ago…
I pulled out of her, just a little, and plunged back. She let out a loud groan. Did it again, a little more this time. God, the feeling! The emotional upheaval, this was so wrong, so fucking delicious! I glanced, Tammy was watching, off the back of the couch. I remembered how Ian had just fucked her, like two minutes ago. I pulled out of Mia, all the way this time, and slammed back into her. She squealed, a noise I hadn’t heard before, ever.
I pulled iout again, all the way so that the head of my cock was barely inside her, wet with her juices, glistening. I thrust into her, gripping her hips, pulling her onto me.
Mia was wailing, renewed with every thrust. We did it again… and again…I have no idea what noises were coming from me, all I know is that I was groaning, fucking this sexy, beautiful, naked girl… and she was loving it!
Tammy’s hand was between her legs watching her best friend and her husband fucking each other.
I began to feel the familiar, exquisite feeling of an impending orgasm. Mia’s wailing had reached a new high, her pussy squeezing me, like she was milking me, trying to pull the cum from my cock… and damn well succeeding! I tried holding it back, but couldn’t. The orgasm doubled me over with its intensity. Mia began screaming when the gush of cum was first released inside her, deep inside her, my cock buried to the hilt.
Even with the intensity of the orgasms Tammy and I had been having the last few weeks, they seemed like nothing compared to this. That vision from moments ago, Ian buried inside my wife, her screams, Mia’s earth-shattering screams, all of it culminated in what could only be described as monumental, historic!
I could barely breathe and collapsed on the bed, Mia as well, not fucking believing what had just happened! That I’d just fucked my wife’s best friend. We actually, fucking did it!
Later, the four of us had recovered, at least somewhat, cleaned up, and Ian suggested we try out the hot tub on his deck. The girls complained that people would see us, which brought some guffaws and teasing from Ian and me, as if our girls hadn’t already been seen that night… and seemed to have liked that well enough.
Tammy and Mia peeked outside, holding the blinds closed enough to hide them if there had been someone watching. Seeing these two parading around our room naked, all worried about someone seeing them was enough to make me hard all over again, even after what we’d just done.
“It’s dark out there,” Mia said. Apparently, they were both satisfied with the privacy from the darkness on the deck. Tammy opened the door and stepped out, followed by Mia. Ian said the hot tub had been advertised as a four-person, but it was going to be a tight fit, not that there was anything wrong with that. We settled down into the bubbling water, Mia and me on one side, Tammy and Ian on the other, the girls with their boobs just above the water, enough to be sexy as fuck.
Anyone at some windows could see, there was another hotel, the Best Western, just across the parking lot. If anyone had been out, maybe walking to their car, they could have seen, too. Except Ian’s porch light was off so the patio was mostly dark, lit only by the parking lot lights and what light was filtering through the blind from his room.
“I think I deserve a kiss,” Mia said, leaning her body over mine and initiating a long, smoldering, tongue-twisting kiss. My hand just naturally migrated to one of her magnificent breasts, kneading it, pinching her nipple, eliciting small moans from her.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Ian’s mouth descending on Tammy’s breast. He lifted her, sitting her on the edge of the tub, and kissed the inside of her thigh, working his way up. He looked up at her, “I hope you know, the night’s still young.” Tammy, sitting naked on the edge of the tub, sat there, leaning back, supported on her arms, legs spread apart, her chest and tits thrust out, and sighed as his lips made contact with her pussy.
Within minutes, Tammy, just inches away it seemed, was moaning with Ian’s face firmly planted between her legs. Mia’s hand was working my cock under the water, already hard again, up and down, squeezing and releasing at just the right times. Mine was between her legs, exploring her depths, fingers curling inside her, twisting, no longer afraid to do what they’d wanted all night, doing their best to drive Mia wild… and succeeding quite nicely it seemed from her reaction.
Ian climbed out of the tub, water dripping off him, that cock already back to at least seven-eight inches, took a couple steps and flipped on the floodlights bathing the patio in bright, white light. Now, there was no doubt, anyone who happened to be in one of the Best Western rooms with an open blind could see, their eyes would be drawn to this specific patio.
“Ian… ” Tammy started to screech when she’d regained her wits.
But before she could react further, he’d climbed back in the tub and his dick was inside her, her protests replaced by a loud groan, her head thrown back, mouth open.
And then the realization hit her.
“Ian… NO! Not here, not like this… People will see.”
He drove his cock into her.
“Unh! Yes! Hard… like that!”
“You want the light off?” as he thrust into her again, getting another squeal from her, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
“Yes… No… I don’t know… ”
Another thrust, another squeal, much louder, “Yes… No… Lights off or not?”
He was thrusting hard, fast, “On? Off?” he asked again.
“Ohh,” Tammy was moaning, “Ohhh!” coming out almost like a sob. “Leave… Unh!” Ian thrust inside her one more time, fingernails clawing scratches across his back.
I couldn’t believe this, was this the same Tammy Clark I’d been married to for the last five years?
Mia had climbed onto my lap in the tub, lowering herself down onto my cock, which was like those stone pillars again, I might add. She settled down, squirmed a little to get comfortable, I guess… and to be sure I was as deep inside her as possible, then she kissed me… and kissed me… and kissed me!
Her hard nipples pressed against my chest, she held my cheeks with both hands, our lips mashed together, “I love to kiss,” she said, squirming her body a little, just for a reminder of where my cock was, “especially like this,” she added, grinding her pussy down on me.
We were in bright light, the only patio with its outdoor light on, sure to attract anyone’s attention that was so inclined. And who wouldn’t be? Two gorgeous, naked girls, one getting fucked on the edge of the hot tub, the other in the hot tub. A voyeur’s fucking dream come true!
“My tits would really like to be sucked while we’re doing this,” Mia said, grinding and rocking back and forth.
I think I’ve mentioned it before, but just in case the point has been forgotten, Mia’s tits are spectacular! Not even a hint of sag, skin so fucking baby-soft. Hell, she’s only twenty-five, not a frail, barely-able-to-walk old maid like my twenty-seven-year-old wife (and I hope to hell she never sees this!). Her nipples were upturned, very hard… and so suckable!
Mia began sliding up and down on my cock as I switched from one tit to the other, then back again, trying to swallow her whole tit.
I kind of lost track of Tammy and Ian with Mia upping her game of bouncing her pussy on my dick in the hot, bubbling water. It appeared that my administering to her boobs was having a profound effect on her libido… and her bouncing was having a profound effect on my entire psyche. I was sure as hell hoping that this wasn’t going to be a one-night thing with Mia. Not if I could fucking help it! Besides, Tammy had said that ‘this boyfriend might stick a little longer’. I had every intention of ‘sticking’. Mia was every guy’s wet dream come true!
I heard Tammy screeching on the other side of the hot tub, and it set me off as well. And my orgasm set off Mia, quite a chain reaction. She ground down, I humped up, pulling her down on me, and we came together, another gut-wrenching orgasm!
All of it with who knows how many sets of eyes, maybe some even looking through binoculars, watching, guys rubbing their hard dick, girls’ fingers inside their pussies, all jealously wishing they were us.
So, what do they do with cum-laden hot tub water?
The four of us trooped back inside, leaving a wet trail behind us… and an unknown number of disappointed admirers. Mia being out in the open like she was didn’t surprise me, other than the fact it was with me, that was surprising. If you’d told me a couple weeks ago that she and I would be ‘doing it’ in a hotel hot tub, I’d have laughed uncontrollably (with a hard dick, probably, but laughed, nonetheless). But Mia has always been a bit of an exhibitionist, so her being naked outside, fucking in a hot tub on a lighted patio at night, I’d have just said, ‘Yep, sounds like Mia.’
Tammy, on the other hand, is another story. Two weeks, two days ago I’d accidentally found that document she’d started eight days before that. Before that night, I knew nothing about any ‘before me’, other than that she’d had boyfriends (what twenty-one-year-old girl hadn’t — even slept with some?). Tammy and I, though, were both about as conservative sexually as you can get, still enjoying each other. Like I’d said at the beginning, Tammy and I made love, we never ‘fucked’… not before that night.
The fact that the demure, conservative Tammy I’ve known the last six years, was moments ago sitting outside on the edge of a well-lit hot tub, naked, fucking another guy was just… holy shit, wow! That an hour or so before that she’d been a striptease star in a public club was beyond words!
And now, nonchalantly walking naked where who knows how many people were watching… fucking hot!
We took turns in the shower, Tammy and Ian, then Mia and me. I know, not fair, they seemed to always get to go first. An admission here, the bathroom door was ‘accidentally’ opened while Tammy and Ian were in the shower. The shower was huge, at least double the size of our normal-sized shower at home. Maybe for this very reason, room for two? The view through the frosted shower enclosure wasn’t great, but Mia and I could see, anyway; Tammy jutting out her breast for Ian to soap and spreading her legs apart for him to wash that private place at their juncture, then Tammy soaping him, special care given to his hard-again cock.
Mia and I watched, her standing in front of me, still naked, leaning back against my chest, letting me run my hands over her soft, round tits, her hands over mine. “I hope you know,” she said, “I’m not planning on this being a one-night thing, you and me, guess we’re just going to have to find another boyfriend for Tam to share our times with together.” No argument from me! Then she turned her head, tilted it, and we kissed.
Minutes later it was our turn. Tammy and Ian left the bathroom, Tammy with nothing except a towel around her hair, Ian with… nothing. Mia closed the door behind them, I adjusted the water, nice and hot, and both of us stepped into the steaming hot shower.
Mia let the hot water run over her body, I just stood back a moment and enjoyed the view. “Wash my hair?” she asked, handing me the hotel’s little shampoo bottle and turning around…
I won’t go into details of that shower, other than to say that soaping Mia’s tits was the highlight. Unfortunately, my cock was temporarily spent after three pretty jaw-dropping orgasms within a very short time, so what the rest of me wanted to do with her had to wait for another time. Tammy and I had never done it three times within the span of an hour before, even when we first started becoming intimate. Of course, we’d never gone to a strip club before, either, and I’d never watched her with another guy. Mia might have had a little bit of effect, too.
As soon as we were out of the shower and turned the water off, it became evident what was happening in the other room, with the moans, groans, and other noises. One of us opened the door, I don’t recall which. Tammy was on her back, her legs extended up, straight over Ian’s shoulders, as he drove his cock in and out of her.
My heart was pounding, watching, listening to Tammy’s groans of pleasure at the pounding she was being subjected to. Mia said she’d be out in a little bit, so I stepped into the room, walked to our side of the bed, and lay down. I lay there, watching Tammy’s face contorting into a grimace, how she was panting, groaning, her head being slammed onto the headboard with each thrust. She’d written that his bed was big, and she wasn’t exaggerating. It was at least a king-and-a-half like she’d said. Still, though, I was inches away from my wife as another man was fucking her into oblivion.
I didn’t imagine that my cock could get hard again but it was. “Ohhhh, fuuuckkk!” Tammy was screeching, “Feels so fucking good!”
Her face became a constant contort, as I watched Ian’s glistening cock slamming in and out of my wife’s vagina, bouncing her head off the headboard, burying all eight inches with every thrust.
Tammy was clawing at his shoulders, screeching, thrusting her hips, tits bouncing, screaming, “I’m com…” as a loud wail erupted from her mouth, her body stiffening like I know it does when she orgasms. “Hard, fuck me… ahh!!” she screamed. And the guy still didn’t stop, keeping up the pounding!
I didn’t even see Mia until she climbed on top of me, sliding her pussy down on my dick. “Ohh, shit!” I moaned. She sat there, rocking back and forth. I leaned up, taking one of her big tits in my mouth, my arms around her back, pulling, Mia arching her back.
“Oh yeah,” she groaned, pulling my mouth harder around her tit. I couldn’t believe this was happening for the fucking FOURTH time within, what, an hour, hour-and-a-half?
I thought my heart might explode, beating so hard, between Tammy’s screams just inches away and Mia sitting on my dick; fuck, just fuck!
I switched tits, almost frantically trying to swallow the other, “Bite it, she loves it,” Mia howled, beginning to fuck me in earnest. Maybe I didn’t have Ian’s size but I sure as hell didn’t see Mia complaining, sliding up and down, rocking back and forth, driving me out of my mind. For once, I wasn’t pumping cum after the first few thrusts. The fourth time does that to a guy.
Mia moaned wildly, I reciprocated, digging my fingers into her hips, instinctively helping her bounce.
Tammy had quieted, apparently both having achieved their orgasms.
Mia suddenly went wild, screeching, wailing, sending me over the top with her, her vagina squeezing the lifeblood from me. I couldn’t resist any longer, letting out a long growl, erupting inside her.
Mia rolled off me, and for the first time, I realized what she’d been wearing, a black babydoll, about three-quarters sheer with just as sheer panties that she’d pushed aside. She smiled when she saw the look on my face, softly whispering in my ear, “Tammy bought it, said she thought you might like it on me.”
Tammy knows my weakness for black babydolls, most any, but this one was just… wow, over the top! “Might like? Yeah, she was right!” I told Mia.
She lay down beside me, our arms around each other, pressed tightly together. I closed my eyes, wondering about the future, Mia and me, Tammy. I knew how Mia has always flitted from one guy to another at the tip of a hat. Like I said before — about as frequently as one uses up a roll of toilet paper. Tammy said she expected ‘this boyfriend to last longer,’ but what does that mean? I guess I knew, maybe four weeks instead of three. I know it’s going to end and probably sooner than I’d like. Hopefully, it doesn’t affect Tammy and Mia’s friendship when it does, I’ll just have to make sure it doesn’t.
And Tammy, can we recover from this night? What comes after Ian goes home? Mia said something about ‘finding Tammy a new boyfriend.’ Would she? Will I ever be ‘enough’ for her again? But then I remembered what I’d read, what Tammy had written before she knew I’d found her diary, how much she loved her husband.
So far, this little escapade had done nothing except enhance our love life… and that’s what I saw in our future. And if there’s going to be a ‘Mia and me,’ what about a Mia and Tammy, the three of us…? As far as I knew they’d never… but damn, that would be hot!
Eventually, Mia and I went to sleep in each other’s arms. That night, I had the most erotic dream I’d ever had; Tammy and Mia on that stage, me as their ‘victim’, watching the two of them undressing s in front of the crowd of horny men, then me on my back, Tammy toying with my cock with her mouth, sitting her waxed pussy on my face.
Then it was Tammy sitting on my face, Mia’s mouth on my cock. It was one of those dreams that gives you an enormous erection, but you wake up just before the girl opens her mouth or that delectable pussy touches your face and the experience is gone, never to be reclaimed. Very happily, this wasn’t one of those times, I felt the hot, wet mouth sliding down my engorged cock, that same swallowing sensation as Mia had done earlier, all at the same time a damp pair of silky panties descended on my mouth.
I groaned into those panties, my hips thrusting up into that mouth, thanking the lucky stars that I hadn’t awakened. Pushing aside the panties, I slowly became aware that this wasn’t a dream, it was a real live girl, Mia, in a most enticing sixty-nine position atop me, just about the most sensually pleasurable awakening a man can experience.
I wrapped my arms around Mia’s babydoll-covered body and pulled her down tight on my mouth, enjoying the taste of her, probing inside her, at the same time as her lips and mouth were doing wonders to my lower section. That experience of the head of my cock being swallowed into her throat was just… there ain’t no words to describe it!
And it didn’t end prematurely like that first time, either. She’d slide her mouth up, her lips wrapped around the head, swirling her tongue over it, sucking, slowly pulling me back into the depths of her mouth, and then that swallowing sensation into her throat all over again. All at the same time as her pussy was grinding down on my face.
I reached down, finding her dangling tits, and squeezed her nipples, rubbing them between my thumb and forefinger over that silk. How long did we carry on like that? Who the hell knows? All I do know is that it was some of the most pleasant minutes I’ve ever spent, the kind of minutes that no amount of money can buy.
I sensed from the movements of the bed that something was happening on the other side of the bed as well, but had no idea what as all my senses were otherwise occupied.
Mia’s grinding on my face became more intense, demanding, as I’d found her clit, running my tongue around it, sucking the tip into my lips, and her ministrations on my cock had also become nearly unbearably exquisite. The impending orgasm became more imminent just as Mia swallowed me into her throat one more time, and her body began spasming about an instant after the first spurt from my cock, the fucking FIFTH time in one night!
I sucked that clit, my hips bucking into Mia’s mouth, her body convulsing, gushing liquids as my body stiffened, cum pouring into her throat.
I slowly became aware of the other side of the bed, a small amount of light filtering in through the patio door, throwing just enough light to see Tammy and Ian in nearly the exact position Mia and I had been in minutes earlier. How Tammy managed to get that cock into her mouth was beyond my understanding — until I realized that she had to be swallowing him into her throat as Mia had done to me. Except she’d never been able with me. It came to me, that Friday night a week ago, the night I’d puked watching him fuck her that first time; she’d done it with him then, learned to swallow his cock!
This I HAD to experience!
It wasn’t long after that the bed began shaking, kind of like a tsunami after an earthquake on the ocean floor. From the groans, it wasn’t difficult to ascertain what had caused the tsunami.
The next morning the girls dressed in their dresses from the night before, lamenting the fact that neither had any other clothes, even no panties. They’d left them with those two guys at the strip club. I shook my head, remembering the unbelievable sight of my wife sitting on that guy’s lap, naked, his lips wrapped around her tit. Even after the now five orgasms of the night, that remembrance had my dick hard all over again.
We had breakfast in the hotel’s dining room, Ian explaining his planned flight home, over nineteen hours flying and layovers. His flight from Denver was leaving at three-fifteen that afternoon, and it was nearly a three-hour drive, so he had to leave in a very short while to be early enough for security.
We went back to his room and helped him pack, sadness and eventually tears in Tammy’s eyes, knowing she’d likely never see him again.
When his bags were packed and set at the door waiting for a porter to take them to his car, he and Tammy sat on the edge of the bed hugging and kissing. “You’ll have to come to Sydney,” he said, “I’d love to show you my country… and my bedroom,” he smiled. “Perhaps,” he added, glancing at Mia and me, “you can bring Mia and your husband, I’m sure they’d enjoy the trip as well.”
The shock at what he’d just said registered on Tammy’s face at about the same time as it had with me. “You… knew?” she asked him, incredulously.
“Of course, I knew,” he answered with a laugh, “right after we met at the grocery store, did you think I wouldn’t look you up on Facebook? There were all those beautiful pictures of you and your loving husband, Jason, the very same Jason who just spent a very enjoyable evening and night with an extremely beautiful young woman.”
Tammy’s face blushed, even after everything that had transpired in the last fourteen hours.
We followed the porter to Ian’s Ferrari and loaded his luggage. Ferraris apparently are not made for carrying a month’s worth of luggage.
When it was loaded, Tammy and Ian shared a long, lingering kiss. Would we ever visit Australia? Who knew, but I highly suspected it would be on our agenda in the not-too-distant future. Hopefully, Mia, too, like he’d suggested. I could live with that.
They broke their kiss, Tammy wiping her damp cheeks with her fingers, Ian opening the door of his car. “Oh, by the way, Derek… from your little dance last night, I put his name and phone number in your phone… he’ll be expecting a call… dinner… perhaps more?”
And with that little revelation, with a smile on his face, he gave a stunned Tammy one more quick kiss on her lips and climbed into his car.