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Anne thanks me in a very unconventional way for being open-minded in Vegas.
It was hard to erase the memory of my wife getting fucked by another man. In fact, I wasn’t sure I wanted to forget. My cock started to swell each time the X-rated images appeared in my mind.

Three days had elapsed since Anne and I had returned home from our weekend Vegas rendezvous with our friends, Darrell and Linda. I should probably refer to them as our lovers, actually. “Friends” seems inadequate after you’ve enjoyed a sizzling foursome that included swapping partners.

Agreeing to swap with Darrell was the hardest thing I’d ever done. Anne and I had been married for almost 18 years, since I was in law school. She was still a hot piece of ass, to put it rather crudely. I constantly wanted her, and wanted her to myself. In my clouded logic, it seemed irrelevant that Anne and I had threesomes with Linda before that fateful night. Darrell truly was a nice guy, but Anne’s gorgeous body belonged to me. Or so I thought.

Darrell and Linda had made it clear that they wanted to swap. Anne was open to it too because she wanted to continue seeing them when our respective vacation plans allowed it, and she feared that our relationship with them wasn’t sustainable if they wanted more out of it than we did. I knew that Anne was right, and I was equally aware that my refusal would likely be the death sentence to our friendship. I agreed to do it.

I confess that watching Anne ride Darrell’s cock, her wet pussy lubricating and sliding up and down on it, was ridiculously hot. It probably helped that Linda was sucking my cock deep into her throat at the same time. Then, after we all switched positions a few times, Anne ended up getting filled with dick from both ends. I ploughed her juicy snatch while Darrell fucked her eager mouth. It was incredibly sexy to see my beautiful wife enthusiastically taking all the man meat we could give her.

After Anne and I returned home and the heat of the moment dissipated, it was less so. My cock still grew during the countless times that I re-lived the scene in my mind, but I also felt pangs of regret. Other than a quickie in the hotel shower before we left for McCarran airport on Sunday morning, Anne and I hadn’t had sex since the foursome. We swore to each other that swapping with Darrell and Linda wouldn’t change our relationship, but I couldn’t help thinking that initiating sex the next time would be awkward.

Anne must have realized the battle waging in my mind, if for no other reason than it was Wednesday and I hadn’t come on to her since leaving Vegas. Most of the time she had to fend me off with a stick to get any time to herself.

“Let’s go out and do something fun tonight,” she said to me across the dinner table.

“Let’s go to a movie,” our son Ryan interrupted excitedly.

“No,” Anne corrected him. “I want to go on a date with your dad.”

“But you just spent the whole weekend together,” Ryan whined.

“Yes, and I just spent the whole day with you,” Anne countered. “Trust me, when you get married and have kids, you’ll be counting down the days until they’re old enough to stay home by themselves for an evening so you can go on a date with your wife.”

A disgruntled look appeared on Ryan’s face, but he knew protesting would be fruitless. Conversely, our older daughter Christine never looked up from her phone and acted like she hadn’t heard a word of the conversation. Anne and I were home free.

“What do you want to do?” I asked Anne after the kids disappeared and we straightened up the kitchen after dinner.

“I have an idea, but it’s a surprise,” she answered.

“Am I dressed OK for this mysterious activity?”

“Actually, no,” Anne replied. “Your jeans are fine, but change out of that T-shirt. Put on a polo or something.”

About an hour later I was changed and waiting impatiently on the couch for Anne. Finally she descended the stairs from our bedroom and I understood why she’d taken so long to get ready. She had re-done her hair and make-up and looked like she’d just come from the salon. She was wearing dark blue designer jeans and black heels that matched her stylish black jacket. Under the jacket she wore a tight fitting white tank top that hugged her firm, round breasts which looked even larger than usual.

I smiled appreciatively. “Very nice.”

Anne smiled back. “Ready to go?” she asked.

“Of course.” I hopped off the couch and grabbed my car keys from the table.

“Leave them,” Anne instructed. “I’ve already called a cab. There might be more than a little alcohol consumed tonight.”

Anne continued to pique my curiosity, but she wasn’t giving any useful hints from which I could deduce what she had planned. When the taxi arrived and we slid into the back seat, she gave the driver an address that I vaguely recognized as being in a suburb north of the city, but the precise destination remained a mystery. We drove for about 30 minutes, talking about nothing in particular, until I couldn’t take the suspense any longer.

“Come on, spill the beans,” I pleaded. “Why all the secrecy?”

“I guess it’s not really a secret,” Anne said. “I just wanted to do something special for you to thank you for Vegas.”

“Thank me?”

“For being open-minded,” she explained. “Our last night with Darrell and Linda was one of the best nights of my life. You made it happen.”

“I don’t think I’d describe it that way,” I said. “More like the three of you wore down my defenses.”

“All the more reason to thank you,” Anne smiled. “How does a night of booze and strippers sound?”

“Pretty damn good!” I exclaimed.

“I thought you’d approve.”

Minutes later the taxi pulled into a strip mall parking lot. All the businesses were closed except the one at the far end. Its flashing neon sign declared without a doubt that it was open and that patrons would like what was for sale inside.

I paid the cover charge and we found a table not next to the stage, but not against the back wall, either. It being a Wednesday night, the club was barely more than half full. Near the stage there was a stereotypical mix of older single men and groups of college-aged guys, presumably from the university campus nearby. There were a handful of other couples spaced around the club as well. I thought Anne would be pleased that she wasn’t the only woman in the audience.

Over the next hour, Anne and I sipped overpriced cocktails and watched the seemingly endless parade of young women take the stage. After their sets, they mixed through the tables trying to entice horny customers into paying for private dances in the back room.

“Which one do you like?” Anne asked.

“Besides you?” I replied.

“Stop, seriously,” Anne said. “There must be 25 beautiful young girls here. Pick one out and ask her for a private dance.”

My eyes immediately found a buxom blonde who the DJ had introduced earlier as Kristi. “Her,” I said.

“I knew you were going to pick her,” Anne laughed. “Blonde hair and big boobs. You’re such a guy. It’s amazing that with my brown hair you ever gave me a second look.”

“Boobs trump hair colour,” I explained lightheartedly. “And your rack is nicer than hers.”

“Maybe,” Anne giggled. “Get her over here and we’ll see.”

Our waitress came over and we ordered another round of drinks. I also asked if she would tell Kristi we’d like to talk to her. We watched as our waitress approached Kristi. She spoke into her ear and then pointed back in our direction. Kristi smiled and waved, indicating with her fingers that she’d join us shortly.

Kristi finished her conversation with a single, balding man who appeared to be in his late 50s. He must not have been willing to pay for a private dance, so she made her way to our table with the certainty that we would.

Kristi was wearing a teal thong bikini in contrast to most of the other girls who were dressed in lingerie. The tiny top barely concealed her nipples which noticeably protruded through the thin fabric. She had a belly button piercing from which dangled a short gold chain of some kind. As she sat down opposite me and Anne, I noticed that she had a tattoo around her leg just above her ankle.

“Hi, I’m Kristi,” she said in a bubbly voice as the waitress returned with our drinks.

“I’m Anne, and this is my husband, John.”

“It’s so great that you two came here together,” Kristi offered. “Most of the time this place is full of old men praying their wives don’t find out they’ve been here. And Anne, you’re beautiful. You should come here on amateur night.”

“I think I’m too old for that,” Anne said dismissively, but the flattered smile on her face was unmistakeable.

“Don’t be silly,” Kristi countered. “You’re about 30, right? We have several 30 year olds who work here and don’t look half as good as you.”

Anne burst out laughing. “I’m 40, my dear,” she said.

“No fucking way!” Kristi blurted out, then she covered her mouth with her hand as if she’d said a word we’d never heard before. “John, you are one lucky man.”

“Very lucky,” I confirmed. “I have a smoking hot wife and she brought me here to get a lap dance from a girl half my age.”

“Then let’s go for it,” said Kristi, reaching for my hand.

“Wait, what are the house rules?” I inquired.

“Simple,” she replied. “You can touch me above the waist, and I’ll do pretty much everything I can to make you cum in your pants. It’s $20 a song; $30 if Anne wants to come too.”

Anne stood up first. “Of course I do. Lead the way.”

We followed Kristi towards a doorway at the back of the club. A burly man whose neck was as thick as a tree trunk stood aside as we walked through. On the other side there were several private booths that each contained small couches or loveseats. Kristi stopped in front of the first unoccupied booth and motioned us to go inside.

“Is there one available farther back?” Anne asked.

Kristi looked at me with curious blue eyes, but I could only shrug my shoulders in response. “Sure,” she said. “Follow me.”

The last booth in the row was empty. Anne and I sat down on the couch and Kristi pulled the booth’s black curtain closed to provide some privacy. She squeezed between us and asked if we’d ever been to strip club together before. We had, once, years earlier. I’d also been several times with friends for birthdays, bachelor parties, and such. It was enough experience for me to know that Kristi was killing time until a new song started, which was her cue to start the show.

We heard the DJ call for Destiny to go to the main stage, and then Pour Some Sugar on Me started pounding through the speakers. A dated tune, to be sure, but a classic strip club anthem. As the familiar beat began, Kristi grabbed my drink and placed it on the table beside the couch. She knew I’d want both hands free for what was to come.

Kristi straddled me and leaned forward until her bikini-covered tits were an inch from my face. She grinded down against the bulge in my pants which was noticeably getting bigger. I put my hands on her hips and marvelled at her smooth, buttery soft skin. I caught a whiff of a vanilla scent from her ample cleavage and it made my mouth water.

At the end of the first verse, Kristi reached behind her back and untied her bikini top. She tossed it onto Anne’s lap and then used her upper arms to squeeze her boobs together seductively.

“Beautiful,” Anne said. She reached out and gently cupped Kristi’s right breast, testing the firmness of her implant.

Kristi grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand from her hip up towards her other breast. I looked at Anne to make sure she was OK with me fondling a stripper, but then I realized it was a stupid thing to do. Anne brought me to the club for precisely that reason. Besides that, she had happily watched me do much more than cop a feel with Linda.

Kristi’s surgically enhanced tits were magnificent. Her nipples hardened as Anne and I rubbed and rolled them between our fingers. I didn’t want to let them go, but Kristi abruptly stood up and turned away from me.

Bending at the waist, Kristi slid her thong bikini down her long legs until it rested around her ankles. Her bald pussy and ass were directly in front of my face. She spread her feet a bit more than shoulder width apart and looked back up at me from between her knees. Then she reached between her legs and slid a finger along the length of her slit.

Kristi knew her profession well. She flaunted her pussy to me, knowing that I’d be incapable of thinking of anything other than how sweet it would be to fuck it. Then she sat in my lap, naked except for her high heels, and humped me through my jeans. Over the din of the speakers, she made sex sounds as if I was truly filling her needy cunt.

I reached under her arms and fastened my hands to Kristi’s big tits. I used them as pillowy leverage to pull her backwards until she was leaning against me. I lightly pinched her erect nipples and wondered if the rule that allowed touching above the waist also permitted licking. I badly wanted to suck those tits. Even more so, I wanted Anne to suck them with me.

When Sugar ended, Anne told Kristi to keep going through the next song. Kristi’s nubile body covered me like a blanket. She rubbed her boobs all over my chest and then squeezed them around my face. I licked and kissed her cleavage, but before I could claim a nipple with my mouth, Kristi leaned backwards until her hands rested on the floor behind her for support. She was displaying her sexy pussy to me again. It was getting increasingly wet and had left a telltale mark on my jeans where she’d been busily dry humping my cock.

“Another song?” Kristi asked.

“Yes, but the next one is for Anne,” I answered.

In one graceful motion, Kristi rolled off my lap and straddled Anne in the same position in which she’d started dancing for me. This time, however, Kristi began by removing Anne’s jacket and caressing her boobs through her shirt. Anne’s eyes closed as Kristi writhed on top of her and mauled her tits.

Anne was clearly enjoying Kristi’s hands, and it only got hotter from there. Kristi grabbed the bottom of Anne’s tank top and lifted it over her boobs. Anne was wearing a smooth white bra that she’d clearly chosen so as not to be conspicuous beneath her clingy top. Anne showed no resistance to Kristi partially undressing her. Rather, she lifted her arms above her head in an unspoken invitation for Kristi to remove her shirt completely. Kristi readily accepted.

Anne’s hands then began to roam all over Kristi’s chest, hips and thighs. “God, your skin is so soft,” Anne said. “I can’t stop touching you.”

“Then don’t,” Kristi purred.

Kristi was equally good at arousing women as she was men. She slithered around on top of Anne and kept her hands busy stroking Anne’s face and chest. She even leaned forward and left a trail of feathery kisses on Anne’s neck and cheek. Anne turned her head towards Kristi in search of a kiss on the mouth, but Kristi heightened the tease by shifting her head away and kissing Anne’s earlobe instead.

The third song ended too early for my liking. As much as I enjoyed Kristi wriggling on top of me, I was more aroused by the sight of her and Anne petting each other. Kristi had Anne breathing heavily, and the pseudo-lesbian sex beside me had me rubbing my dick through my pants.

“That’ll be $90,” Kristi said sweetly.

Before I could reach for my wallet, Anne removed a thick roll of $20 bills from the pocket of her jacket which was draped over the side of the couch. She peeled off six of them and pressed them into Kristi’s hand as payment for services rendered, including a generous tip.

“Kristi,” Anne began, “this is kind of a special night for John. He’s the best husband anyone could ask for, and I brought him here tonight to show my appreciation for a great thing he did on the weekend.”

“That’s so nice,” Kristi said, although she clearly didn’t understand why Anne was telling her this.

Anne then handed Kristi the remaining roll of cash. “What if I asked you to take that and keep dancing for John until the money ran out?”

Kristi’s eyes grew wide as she started to fan out the bills and mentally calculate how much she held in her hand. “I think we’d be here until morning,” she said. “I don’t think the manager would be too happy about that.”

Anne put her hand on Kristi’s creamy thigh. “OK, maybe there’s something else you could do for him. What if I told you that I wanted to watch him fuck your tight little pussy?”

I nearly fell onto the floor, but Kristi responded as though she’d been propositioned in the club many times before. She was so sexy, I had no doubt that she had.

Kristi looked at the shocked expression on my face and then turned back to Anne. “I’d ask if you have a condom with you.”

Anne reached into the other pocket of her jacket and held up a condom for me and Kristi to see.

Kristi smiled broadly. “John may be a great husband, but Anne, I’d say you’re the best wife on earth. Give me a minute to talk to Gus. I’ll be right back.”

“Who’s Gus?” I asked.

“The bouncer,” Kristi replied. “He’ll make sure we don’t get interrupted.” She then disappeared through the curtain leaving her bikini on the floor of the booth. She’d obviously done this before.

“You’re sure about this?” I asked.

“John, I came here with a condom and a roll of cash that would choke a horse,” Anne said. “This is exactly what I hoped would happen for you.”

“You really are the best wife on earth.”

“Make that, ‘Best Wife in the Universe.’”

I chuckled at Anne’s self-confidence. “OK, no argument here, but why the promotion?”

“Because before that little whore fucks you, I’m going to suck your cock.”

I quickly pushed my jeans and underwear down to my knees. Anne knelt sideways on the couch with her head in my lap. She grabbed onto my rigid shaft, licked the pre-cum from the tip, and sucked my cock head into her warm mouth.

Just then the curtain parted and I jumped in surprise. Fortunately it was just Kristi returning from her conversation with Gus, in all her naked glory.

“Mmmm, nice,” she said when she saw Anne mouth fucking me. “And don’t worry, Anne, you can suck on that thing for hours if you’d like. Gus won’t let anyone near us.”

“I don’t think I can hold out that long,” I panted. Anne was holding just the tip of my cock in her mouth and was vigorously stroking the shaft. If she kept it up at that pace, she was likely to get a mouthful of jizz and Kristi wouldn’t have earned her money.

Anne heeded my warning and stopped stroking my pole, switching to “mouth only” technique. She bobbed up and down on my knob and coated it with her saliva. She took me deeper and deeper into her mouth each time she went down until she’d swallowed my entire throbbing dick.

Anne then lifted her head from my lap and my slippery cock slapped against my stomach. She ripped open the condom wrapper and stretched the latex jacket over the glans. She held the condom’s tip in place with her thumb and index finger while the other hand rolled the ring down to the base of my rod.

“Are you ready to fuck my husband?” Anne asked Kristi.

“It will be my pleasure.”

Kristi stepped towards me on the couch and once again proceeded to straddle my thighs. Anne held my aching cock out for her and lined it up with the entrance to Kristi’s bare pussy. Kristi impaled herself on my fuck pole with tantalizing slowness. It wasn’t until she taken me almost all the way in that Anne released her grip on my cock and slouched in the other corner of the couch.

Kristi fucked me slowly, grinding me like she was giving me another lap dance rather than bouncing up and down on my cock. Even through the condom her pussy felt terrific. It clenched my unfamiliar prick and tried to claim it as its own.

Next to us on the couch, Anne finally removed her bra. She rubbed and squeezed her tits together as she watched Kristi’s rented pussy devour my cock. “Is it good?” she asked.

It wasn’t clear if she was asking me or Kristi, but we each responded with an emphatic, “Fuck yes.”

Kristi then leaned diagonally forward to get close to Anne. She’d played with Anne’s succulent tits earlier when they were still trapped inside her bra, and now she wanted to sample them unencumbered. Kristi grabbed handfuls of Anne’s globes and kneaded them erotically. Anne sighed loudly and covered Kristi’s busy hands with her own. Together they massaged Anne’s big tits while I kept my rubber-coated cock firmly up Kristi’s tight snatch.

A few minutes later I lifted Kristi off my lap and then guided her back towards Anne. Their bodies came together like magnets, their boobs squishing each other and spilling out the sides of their chests. During Anne’s lap dance, Kristi teased her with kisses but now there was no reason to be coy. She kissed Anne open mouthed with an intensity that surprised us both.

As the women’s tongues danced together, I shuffled behind Kristi and started fucking her doggy style. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back against my pounding cock as I thrust forward. The force of our flesh slapping together and Kristi’s increasingly vocal moans filled the booth with lusty sounds.

“Your husband’s a great fuck,” Kristi panted.

Anne looked at me over Kristi’ shoulder. “She likes your cock, John,” she said. “Give it to her hard. Come on, fuck her harder. Make this little slut scream for your cock.”

I thought I was already nailing Kristi as hard as I could, but with Anne’s filthy encouragement I found another gear. I mercilessly pummelled Kristi’s willing cunt and jostled her all over the couch. She’d given up trying to play with Anne’s tits and simply held on to the back of the couch for stability.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes!” Kristi shrieked. “Fuck that pussy, John. Fuck me, fuck me, yes, your cock feels so fucking good in me! Keep fucking me!”

Anne reached between Kristi’s legs and easily found her engorged clit. It was like Anne’s touch flicked Kristi’s “orgasm switch,” and she was over the edge in seconds.

“Oh my God, yes, fuck yes!” screamed Kristi.

My cock burst at precisely the same time. I jammed it deep into Kristi’s convulsing cunt as spasm after spasm pumped sticky seed from my balls and filled the condom. I squeezed out the last few drops and then plopped down on the couch sweating, panting and completely spent.

*******

Anne and I didn’t talk much during the cab ride home. We were both tired and a bit tipsy, so I just held her close to me.

As we got into bed, I said, “Do you realize that in the year since our birthday cruise, we’ve fucked in public, I’ve watched you eat pussy, you’ve swallowed my cum, we’ve had threesomes and foursomes, I’ve taken pictures of you with my cum all over your tits, and now you’ve singlehandedly arranged for me to screw a stripper.”

Anne smiled, reliving the memories. “We’ve changed a lot. You used to think I was a bit of a prude.”

“That’s because you were,” I said. “But you’re certainly not anymore.”

“Any regrets?” Anne asked.

“Only that we didn’t take that cruise sooner.”

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