Dawn flat out wore me out after everyone left. We fucked for another four hours. I came three more times, but she was still going strong. I tried to for a fourth orgasm (my sixth of the night) but I ran out of steam and had to stop. Thankfully, she was spent as well.
Dee did not make it back home until late morning on Wednesday. They had gone to the strip club where she spent the night learning stripper moves for her upcoming films. She told me that her and Tina went out with some of the strippers from the club for more partying, which she told me ended up in a six-girl lesbian orgy.
The story had me hard again and led to a thorough fucking session of my wife, complete with an anal creampie. As we collapsed next to each other on the bed, she told me about plans she had made for Saturday, which included going to a private bar in town. She described the place as not really a swingers sex club, but instead a Vegas type ultra-lounge where exhibitionism was not discouraged.
Of course, I was sold on the idea, especially after she told me that the place was frequented by many of the strippers she had met. While I had fucked a couple of porn stars recently, a stripper or two had not been checked off on my mental “to-fuck” list.
The rest of Wednesday and then Thursday and Friday flew by as I eagerly anticipated Saturday night. Dee and I were fucking like crazed rabbits now. We were fucking at least three times a day. When we first woke up, when we got home from work, and before we went to bed were the standard fucking times, plus every so often in the shower, or while we fixed dinner, or while we were watching TV and sometimes all of the above.
Finally, Saturday night arrived and we began to get ready early in the evening. We planned on arriving at the club around 10:00, but we both wanted to stop somewhere and get a few drinks before we arrived. When I saw Dee after we had gotten ready, I understood why she wanted to get a drink somewhere else before we went to the club. She wanted to show herself off a little.
She wore a canary yellow spaghetti strap top that dipped well below her cleavage line, exposing most of the inside of her tits. The dip in the top continued to the bottom of her tit line, where the v-shape ended at the hem of the top, which was just below her tits. This left exposed her entire abdomen.
Her entire lower abdomen was also exposed because the jean skirt she wore was cut so low on her hips that her clit had to only inches below where the fabric began. The skirt covered only to her mid-thigh, exposing her long slender legs to the matching yellow heels. I only confirmed she wore any underwear at all underneath when I asked and she showed me a tiny flesh colored low-rise v-string.
My reaction to the way she was dressed was only half of what the reaction was of the guys in the bar we stopped at for drinks, which was close to the private bar we were going to later. As we walked across the floor from the door to the bar, every eye in the bar, man and woman, turned in our direction, not to see me, but to gawk at my barely covered wife.
Dee walked confidently to the bar and ordered a martini for her and a scotch for me. We took seats at the bar, which was in the exact center of the bar. We made small talk for a little while as we both smiled at each other knowing what was on the minds of every guy in the bar. I decided to test things a little before we ended up at our destination for the evening and I excused myself to the bathroom, leaving Dee alone at the bar.
When I came out of the bar, my hypothesis was correct. Dee was talking to two young men. She had her hand on one of the guy’s biceps, while the other guy had in hand on her lower back. She was smiling and laughing as she talked, I mean flirted, with them.
After about ten minutes, she motioned for me to come over to where they were sitting.
“Brad,” she said. “These two boys have challenged me to a game of pool, but we need another person so I suggested that you and I play them to a game of pool.”
“Well, I’m game,” I replied, playing along, but turning my attention to the guys. “But only if we play for something. You know a little wager. You guys game?”
They both nodded yes.
“How about this,” I continued. “My wife and I team against you two. If we win, we walk out of here with you guys suffering from blue balls. If you two win, my wife sucks both of your cocks and lets you cum on her face. Deal?”
I think both of them about passed out when I offered my wife as the wager of the game, but they both quickly composed themselves and agreed. I ordered another drink for my wife and myself as Dee went over to the table with them. I got our drinks and walked over to the table knowing that I was going to be able to beat these two without much problem, since they would be too busy watching Dee distract them from making good shots.
As we played, Dee turned up the flirting and was groping the guys as well as getting groped herself by the two of them. A few times, she let her skirt rise so that they could see her ass or barely covered pussy just as they got ready for their shot. As a result, they were not playing very well and we had pretty much cleared the table.
I sank our last ball and prepared for the eight ball when I saw the shot I had would probably lead to a scratch. I looked up and saw my wife in between the two of them and the guy behind her had his hand under her skirt. It was then I decided to lose the game on purpose. As I shot, the cue ball went in the corner pocket, losing the game for us and meaning that Dee was going to have to suck their cocks.
She shot me an evil look when she saw what I had done, but the desire overtook her and she was unable to keep the upset-with-me charade she had attempted. Both of the guys knew what this meant and they were eager. They led Dee to a backroom for her to pay off the debt. Of course, I followed closely behind.
When we got to the room, Dee ordered them to drop their pants. They both did and revealed very erect cocks, both of which were of about average length and width. Dee slowly took off her top, then her skirt and her panties.
“Hold these honey,” she said handing her clothes to me. “I don’t want to get cum on them before we get to the club.”
Now naked, except for her heels, she knelt before them and took one of their cocks in her mouth as she began to stroke the other one. For the next few minutes, she alternated between sucking and stroking both cocks before the first one said he was already needing to cum.
Dee turned her head toward the cock as it began shooting cum. She was able to get most of it in her mouth, but some did leak onto her chin as well as a few drops onto her chest. What she did get into her mouth, she immediately swallowed and then went right to work on the remaining cock.
Within another minute, he was also shooting his load into my wife’s mouth, which she eagerly took. This time she seemed to be able to take his entire load in her mouth, which she also swallowed.
Both of the guys quickly got dressed, hoping their luck was not going to run out and left the room. Dee found a towel and wiped the little cum that had escaped her mouth off of her and began to get redressed.
“That was pretty quick,” I said as she slid her panties back on.
“When you’re fucking good, you’re fucking good. What can I say? Besides if my fucker of a husband wouldn’t scratch on the eight-ball…on purpose that is…his wife wouldn’t have to pay off his debts with her mouth.”
“Oh well, you didn’t seem to mind getting to suck some new cock,” I said as she adjusted her skirt and reached for her top. “Besides, I bet that pussy of yours is on fire. That should serve you well at the club tonight.”
“On fire? On fire? I need make sure my panties are on or otherwise I’ll be dripping down my leg. I can’t wait to get some cock tonight.”
“Well, from my experiences, I bet you’ll have no problem finding some cock for your pussy. That is, some guy other than your husband. Of course, your husband just lost you to some strangers in a pool game. That bastard.”
She just smiled at my sarcasm as she slid her top on. We found a side exit as we left the storage room. We walked to the front of the building, got in the car and headed to the private club, which was only a few miles away.
The club was located behind a strip mall building, which had a dental office and a few other things out front. In fact, as we got out of the car, there was nothing to indicate the door we were to enter was anything more than just a private office area.
However, upon entering, Dee and I were greeted by a young lady dressed in a fly-away pink baby doll with a matching g-string that covered only her pussy region. Absolutely nothing like you would expect to find in a regular office.
She took our names and she looked them up on her sheet, I looked around. Beyond the reception area was the dance floor and main bar, which was populated by several men and several barely clothed women, most of whom looked absolutely gorgeous.
“Okay, here you guys are,” our lingerie clad hostess said. “It looks like this is your first visit to the club, right?” We nodded yes.
“Good, then let me go over a few of our club rules,” she continued. “The dance floor and bar area is open for everyone. The couches and lounge areas are first-come first-serve. Feel free to lose some of your clothes throughout the night, but in order to keep our liquor license you have to keep your pubic areas covered. Also, no genital-to-genital contact or genital-to-mouth contact is allowed in the club itself. However, feel free to let whatever starts here finish somewhere else…If you know what I mean. You guys have any questions?”
“Good, then,” she continued when we indicated we had none. “My name is Anne. If you have any questions later, just let me know. Enjoy yourself. This place is a sensual delight.”
As she finished the club rules, she placed her hand on my shoulder to point the way to the bar, which was directly in front of us. As I began to walk, her hand lowered to my ass and she gave it a good squeeze as I walked by. I looked back and smiled, which she reciprocated in a way that told me she would see me later.
As we walked to the bar, I noticed to my left, a guy was getting the best lap dance I had ever seen from a woman who was wearing nothing but her g-string and heels. We got our drinks and made our way to the edge of the bar and scanned the room. Pretty soon, a slow song came over the sound system and my wife and I got up to dance with each other, knowing it was probably the last time we would really see each other until morning.
“Have you found anyone that you want to fuck here yet,” I asked, pulling my wife into me as I lifted her skirt and caressed her ass checks for everyone to see.
“Oh, I think there are a few possibilities here. We’ll just see how the night evolves. Besides, I think Anne will probably want to fuck the holy living shit out you tonight.”
“You think,” I feigned naively, as my right hand worked under her shirt and exposed her breast, which I fondled for everyone to see.
