Becky and her husband, Bill were sitting in the front row right next to the stage and Bill was like a kid in a candy store admiring all the forbidden treats so close to him. This after dinner side trip to the strip club was Becky’s idea. It was a surprise for Bill. Becky said she wanted to add a little variety and excitement to their anniversary night dinner. Secretly, it was much more. She desired to break free from their usual anniversary celebration of dinner and then quick sex after dinner. She needed, no craved more from Bill. She wanted him to be her master and his cum slut and but all her other ideas to bring out this behavior in Bill including the role-play suggestions, the visit to the sex shop, and reading the dirty stories together didn’t work. She thought maybe this visit would bring out the dominant man she needed in the bedroom and turn her into a submissive slut that she desired.
Tonight, she hoped she was going to live her dream. She knew her husband had a not so secret desire to be with a black woman. She was going to use this knowledge to break him free of his attitude towards her.
Her husband already noticed her new sexy outfit, the dark blue silk flowing wrap-around above the knee dress with a plunging neckline revealing her pushed up cleavage and the tops of her large bosom, her black seamed stockings and black fuck me heels. Her outfit glowed in the black light of the club further accenting her cleavage and long sensuous legs. He felt her garter belt when he patted her ass as they walked out the door earlier in the evening. He sensed her lust as she squeezed his cock while they were driving to dinner. Her plan seemed to be working as he tried to eagerly kiss her as they waited for a stoplight but she smiled and pushed him away. She wanted him on edge to both be putty in her hands and to be a sex starved master that she needed.
She felt his heightened state of frustration and desire as her stocking covered foot massaged his stiff cock during dessert. He was certainly surprised when she suggested a stop at the strip club on the way home. She said with a sly smile, it might add some spice to their evening.
He thought all this provocative behavior was for his benefit. If he only knew what she had in mind for them.
They were a middle age couple, both in their early forties. Bill was six foot tall, around 185 pounds with large biceps and a square jaw and dark hair. He was a great father and a gentleman to Becky. He put her on a pedestal and treated her like most woman wanted their husband to treat them. This frustrated Becky, which led to her plan for this evening.
Bill was staring, no lusting, for the nude tall blond with wavy shiny hair as she bent down and squeezed her breasts just inches from Bill’s face. Becky’s hand, which was resting on Bill’s crotch, felt his cock throb as the dancer played with her pointy nipples on her pert upturned breasts.
“Do you want her?” Becky whispered in his ear.
Bill turned red and protested, “No honey, I want you.” Becky could tell both by his stiff cock and the tone of his voice that he was wavering in his desire. Their conversation halted as the blond dancer lifted one leg high in the air, exposing her spread pussy and tight little asshole to them and the audience. Becky noticed a thin landing strip, similar to hers as the dancer again held Bill’s attention before she danced away towards someone waving a ten-dollar bill.
Becky looked around the half-filled club. She was having second thoughts on whether this was a good idea. When she was younger, she considered herself a cutie and always got a thrill when the boys and the men checked her out. Now, she didn’t feel as alluring. Her ass was a little wider, a bit softer, perfect to be spanked but that idea never crossed Bill’s mind even when she tried a few times to crawl naked across his lap while he watched football. Now being in the strip club with half naked gorgeous young things didn’t seem to be helping her resolve and self-confidence. However, this thought did make her loosen her wrap around dress a little more, revealing more of her full breasts and the top of her expensive black and red push up bra.
Bill looked over at her while the blond dancer picked up her clothes and they waited for the next dancer. Bill leaned over and kissed Becky, softly at first but then more intimately as their tongues pressed and danced against each other.
Bill looked down at Becky’s exposed cleavage and bra as they broke their kiss. Bill’s hand slid up Becky’s thigh, reaching under her dress; past the stocking tops and she trembled as his fingers neared her crotch.
“Garters and stockings, you never wear them,” he commented.
“Easier to get fucked,” she coyly whispered.
Bill’s cock, which Becky had kept on edge since dinner almost erupted in shock. This was not the way his wife normally talked. It was both scary and exciting to Bill. She was always his little princess but his constant arousal both by her and the dancers was affecting his judgment.
Becky leaned over as she stroked his cock just a little faster. “Take off your underwear, I want to play with your cock.”
“What!” Bill gasped in shock.
“Do it for me. I want to touch it. I have a surprise for you.”
Bill’s cock was now harder than it had ever been. He really wasn’t thinking as he got up and made his way to the bathroom. Becky waited a moment and then made her way to the ladies room. On the way to the ladies room, she noticed a table with two young college men. One was devouring her with his eyes as she walked towards him. She was shocked by his boldness but was also turned on as well. She felt a tingle in her pussy and tried to ignore his stare.
“She is one sexy MILF,” she heard him say as she walked past them. Becky smiled at the comment and unconsciously strutted with just a little bit more confidence in her step.
Once in the stall, she removed her damp black and red panties. This was going to be his first surprise. The panties were hot from her long teasing night. Her actions were not only having an effect on Bill but on her as well. She rubbed her wet pussy, spreading her lips wide and let out a moan. “Oh yes!” she groaned as her fingers plunged into her steamy pussy. Her legs clamped tightly around her fingers as her thumb pressed against her engorged clit. She tried to stop but couldn’t, again moaning in pleasure as her fingers rubbed against her clit. She spread her legs wide, her palm was now covered in her juices as three fingers sunk deeper inside her aroused pussy, “Oh fuck yes,” she moaned as her body trembled.
She was interrupted when she noticed a set of blue eyes peeking over the stall. “Do you need help, sweetie?” the tall blond dancer from earlier asked.
“No,” Becky quickly replied as she tried to cover herself up.
“Come, open the door. I love to finger girls and to have my pussy licked.”
Becky didn’t know why but she opened the door. The blond dancer was now dressed in a black corset, no panties, garter belt and black stockings and stripper pumps. Her glistening pussy and landing strip was at eye level for Becky who was sitting on the toilet.
Pleasure, the dancer’s name that Becky later found out, walked in and pulled Becky off the toilet. She pressed her lips to Becky and Becky’s mouth opened as their tongues swirled together. Pleasure then reached down and placed her fingers gently over Becky’s slit as Becky moaned in approval. Soon, Becky was humping Pleasure’s hand as she felt her orgasm building.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned as they continued kissing. Becky’s body shuddered as Pleasure shoved her fingers deep inside Becky’s pussy as her orgasm swept over her body. She collapsed against Pleasure and then slid down back on top of the toilet. Pleasure’s pussy was again at eye level beckoning her. Becky felt a lump in her throat and an urge to taste Pleasure just as Pleasure pulled Becky’s face against her pussy.
“Eat me, my slut,” Pleasure commanded.
Becky pulled back but Pleasure held her face tight against her landing strip. Becky inhaled Pleasure’s pungent aroma, different but similar to her own arousal and then began to lick Pleasure’s pussy.