“It's a toss up, baby. Part of me wants to go to the casinos, but a bigger part of me wants to go to the strip club, like we talked about,” I told him, as we drove home from his mom's house.
My mother-in-law agreed to watch my 2 daughters for the night. Tonight was our 7th anniversary, and since I rarely have the weekend off, we really wanted something fun to do. We sat silently in the truck for awhile, just enjoying the quiet of the afternoon.
“OK. Let's go to 'Centerfold'. You know how much I want to touch another woman, but if we go, I want a new outfit,” I said suddenly.
I was so nervous. For years now, I have wanted to be with another woman, but circumstances have always made it hard for me. First, my ex-husband, the devout Southern Baptist, would not hear of it. Then, my dating years, after the divorce, were restricted by my job and being a single mom. Finally, I got married again, and the new marriage was in its baby stage.
“Baby? I won't be sitting alone, will I?” I asked, for the third time.
“No. From what I saw when I used to go there every weekend, the girls love the women customers,” he said with a sigh.
“I'm sorry. I am just worried that they won't like me,” I told him, while looking out the window.
“Like I said before, the strippers are not looking to get fucked. They are there for your money. You are sure to get to at least second base, maybe even third,” he laughed.
We rode into the city. I was determined to find something that would get me noticed. Greg is a jealous man, so my outfits are mostly T-shirts and pants, but damn it, I want to be noticed.
We looked around the boutique for a few minutes. Finally, I saw this pink halter-typed corset that laced up the back. Taking it to the dressing room, I stripped down to my bra. Neglecting to lock the door, I was a bit surprised when he opened it to see if I was alright.
“You OK in there?” my husband asked.
“Yeah. Just trying to figure out how this damn thing goes on,” I replied.
Needless to say, it was uncomfortable. I couldn't breath, and I looked totally hot. Greg shelled out $85 for my corset, and we set out for home. We had a good 4 hours before the place opened, so I decided to take a nap.
Greg followed me into the bedroom.
“Can I put my dick into you?” he asked, while grinning wickedly.
“Excited or something, honey? You could try a little foreplay or something,” I laughed, while getting undressed.
“I can't help it. I am hornier than hell,” he said, while he tried to maneuver me onto the bed.
“You're always horny, baby. What's new?” I said.
“I don't know. Maybe it's the thought of another woman kissing you and playing with your boobies,” he cooed, while nuzzling my neck.
I half-halfheartedly pushed against his chest. As I was only wearing a bra and panties, it was easy for him to slide my panties to the side. He slid a finger into my pussy, which is always wet whenever he is around.
“Mmm, baby. You know it is really hard to take a nap with you doing that,” I purred, as he slowly slide in and out of my pussy.
I love my husband's hands and arms. They are super strong and muscled, just like I like them. His hand's are so strong, but always gentle when he touches me. Tonight, he wasn't so gentle. I could tell that he was really excited, because he had 2 fingers deep inside me and was rubbing on my sweet spot. It seemed to me that he was trying to make me cum.
He pulled his fingers out and shoved his rock hard dick in me. I was wet, but still really tight. He kept thrusting, and soon, my pussy was pliant, as it was sopping wet. Greg hooked my legs over his arms and grabbed my wrists. He began to pound away at my pussy, savagely.
“Oh, God! Baby, you are so hard,” I whispered.
I had to be quiet, as his brother was in the next room. He kept pounding and pounding, and all I could do was lay there and enjoy it. I could feel my pussy clenching his cock. I felt every bump and ridge along his shaft.
“Gonna cum...gonna...” he breathed.
I felt his hot juice splash against my walls. He thrust a couple of times more, then he dropped my legs and leaned over me. Placing a kiss on my lips, he told me to take my nap.
I rolled over on my side. I could feel my husband's juices running out of my swollen pussy, down over my thighs. I hadn't cum, yet. My clit throbbed. Slipping my hand down, I began to softly rub my clit.
Electric pulses ran down my legs. Rubbing harder, I made my nub grow, and soon, it was peeking out of the protective hood. Moaning softly, I started to rub on the pillow between my legs.
The soft suede of the pillow tickled my hard clitty. Smiling to myself, I straddled the pillow and moved my hips back and forth. My pussy was contracting, spurting tiny jets of my juice, mixed with Greg's sperm.
My breath began to catch, as waves started in my thighs and spread up my pelvis. Throwing my head back, I gasped. Trying to be quiet, I gulped the air, as I came all over the pillow. Satisfied, I laid down and took my nap.
About 3 hours later, we woke up.
“When did you come to bed?” I asked Greg.
“About an hour ago,” he said.
We got up and proceeded to get ready. I took extra care with my make up, putting on way more than I normally do. My normally wild red hair was curlier and wilder than ever. Sliding into a pair of tight blue jeans, I put on my new corset. Opting for comfy tennis shoes, instead of my 6 inch heels, I told myself that I wanted to wear one thing that was comfortable.
Walking out to the kitchen, Greg did a double take. He was practically drooling. I never dress this way, so I was self conscious.
“How do I look?” I asked, timidly.
“Wanna go to the bedroom?” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.
“We need to get going,” I laughed, “but seriously, do I look good?”
“You look fucking hot, baby!” he said, unable to take his eyes off me.
Pulling out his iPhone, he snapped my picture. We walked outside and got into the car. It was a long drive, taking about an hour and a half, but we finally made it. It was a seedy, little joint, not much bigger than a large house.
Greg opened the door for me, and immediately I was bombarded by loud music. We paid our $10 cover charge. Finding a table by the bar, we sat and watched the lady on stage.
She had the most amazing breasts I had ever seen. As she danced and jiggled on the stage, I found myself envying her. I wanted to learn how to dance like that. I wanted men to ogle me on the stage. I looked over at Greg, but he was watching, too. The woman on stage skipped to the pole.
Grabbing high on the pole, she lifted herself up and flipped upside down, while swirling around the pole. All I could think was about how I would end up with a broken neck. She finished her 2 songs and went off stage. I watched her bounce up to the bar, and as she past by me, she told me how much she liked my shirt.
