My story is true; I have changed the names of people and places to protect the guilty and of course, the innocent. Enjoy!
Sixteen years ago is a period in my life I look back at with great fondness, I was 28, single and very sexually frustrated so much felt that I couldn't get laid in a whorehouse if I had all the money in the world. Now I'm know you're thinking "What?" Let me explain and it will become clear very quickly.
Jerry's was the name of a nite club in the city that held ladies only night on Thursdays featuring Male strippers from 8 pm to midnight. Once the last stripper had finished his performance the cub was opened to men who on some nights were lined up outside and halfway down the city block waiting to get in. Luckily on this particular Thursday it was pretty quiet but I can assure you it was not inside as I could hear the women screaming and woohooing through the thick internal padded doors of the club.
I had been going to the club on Thursdays for the previous two months without success but I kept a positive attitude, the law of averages and all of that. Waiting outside I got to know most of the security guys quite well in that time and I knew them all by name. It was always an advantage to know these guys as it is in every place you know. I still try and get to know the security staff at every place I go to now.
The countdown to midnight was on in earnest, my ears suddenly detected boos coming from inside and I knew it was only minutes if not seconds away when the doors would be opened. "Tonight is the night." I said silently to myself and suddenly the doors were open. Instead of rushing through the door I casually walked in and nearly got knocked over in the process.
Instead of going to the bar or heading straight for the women who were still quite worked up, this night I went to the toilet because I had to and I scoped out a number of women on the way there and there were some real hotties in there that's for sure. On I pressed, nature was calling.
As I arrived in the mensroom I saw to women sitting on some chairs that had been placed there by management. Which was nothing unusual on a Thursday night just after a show. For some reason I didn't pay too much attention as I headed for the urinal. Then out of nowhere one of the women said "Would you like a hand with that?" as she giggled. I jokingly responded "Yeah" and continued going about my business when I heard the 'clack' 'clack' of high heels, thinking one of the girls got up and left but to my surprise I saw a woman's left hand come around my waist and her right had take hold of my dick and her chin rest on my shoulder. Shocked and a little bewildered I froze as she held my dick in my hand as I peed.
My sick began getting hard as she continued to hold me. "This can't be happening," I thought to myself but it was.
"Nice dick"
"Err, thanks"
"Looks like you finished"
"Yeah, how about giving it a little shake baby"
With that she gave my sick a little shake, as I looked down I saw her left had properly for the first time; she was wearing a wedding band! She did not let go of my dick, which was now hard as a rock she was now giving me a nice slow hand job.
"Does that feel good?"
"Yeah, sure does" I replied
"Come on Brenda, let's go." Her friend called and suddenly she let go and walked away.
"Hey come back baby" I called as I turned zipping myself up. The woman stopped momentarily to look over her shoulder to give me a smile and wink as she wiggled her fingers waving me goodbye. I chased after her but lost her in the bustle of the crowd in the club so I went to the bar to get a drink in frustration yet again.
After about my fourth beer, who should walk up to the bar but Brenda. "Hello again" I said to her.
"Oh hi, I thought you would have tried to find me"
"I did but I lost you, so I just hung around here thinking you would show up sooner or later for a drink, I guess I was right" I replied knowing it was a lie. "Can I join you at your table or maybe get a dance? I continued.
"Yeah why not, just let me get my drinks first" she said
"OK, maybe I better get another one too, I'm max by the way"
"I'm Br…."
"Yeah Brenda, I know" I interjected
Once we got our drinks we walked back to her table and joined her friends at the table and I was introduced to all the women there, some had men hanging off them others didn't, particularly one woman, Shelly who was her friend from the mensroom.
As I sat talking to Brenda I was really scoping her and she knew it, she was 5' 3" in heels with mousy blond shoulder length hair, tanned and very well proportioned considering her height and was slim. I also noticed a small tattoo on her left breast but because it was partially covered I couldn't make out what it was.
I asked her to dance and she accepted. While on the dance floor we continued to talk over the din of the music and I maneuvered her to the edge of the stage. Some people were on the stage dancing and I suggested we move there, as it was less crowded. Once on there we continued to dance real close and my cock was once again hard and pressing against her belly.
"Is that a gun in you pocket or are you just happy to see me?" she said with a laugh.
"What do you recon?" I grinned. "Come with me"
"Where?" she asked as I lead her behind the backdrop away from prying eyes. Once behind the backdrop the clubs lights couldn't be seen and neither could we be seen. I began kissing her passionately and she responded as I grabbed her ass in my hands pulling her closer. The ecstasy of the moment was filling both our heads and we began groping each other more seriously.
It wasn't long before I had moved her G-String to one side and began playing wither clit as she unzipped me and pulled out my aching cock as we continued to kiss each other.
"I want to fuck you and I want to fuck you right now" I said hoarsely as I turned her away from me continuing to finger her silky smooth and soft soaking pussy.
"I don't think we should, I'm married"
"I just want to fuck you"
"I want to fuck you too but, I'm married" she said as I continued to finger her pussy without objection.
"I'm going to fuck you Brenda because I know you want to be fucked" I said as I lifted her skirt to expose her lovely little ass and pressed my cock up to her now dripping pussy.
"We really shouldn't." She said I began to push the head of my dick into her pussy as she repeated her words but I continued to push into her to the hilt and her protests stopped and turned into encouragement to fuck her deep and hard.
As she leaned forward with her head down jutting her ass out to my cock I saw out of the corner of my eye movement and I looked over to see Roger, one of the bouncers watching us. I froze momentarily thinking I was in the shit with him and the club owner for sure but her just smiled and then shook his head and walked off as now continued to pump in and out of Brenda's hot little pussy.
Suddenly I felt the muscles in her pussy become tighter and then her legs started to give way and she exploded in orgasm as she screamed "Oh God" As much as I liked her being vocal I couldn't help but worry that she could be heard over the music. Then suddenly it was my turn, I quickly pulled out of her wetness and she instinctively spun around and took me in her mouth and I began to pump in and out of her mouth. As I came down her loving throat I looked over my shoulder to where I saw Roger earlier and realized that he was there again but this time he and a couple of other bouncers had been watching us. They just smiled and bowed slightly and began to walk off as Brenda arose from sucking my dick and adjusting her clothing with a big smile on her face.
"That was fantastic Max, we'll have to do this again"
"But your married" I laughed
"Who fuckin` cares, I haven't had sex this good in years"
After a little more groping in the afterglow of sex we adjusted ourselves and returned to the table and all of the women had left except Shelly who was furious.
"Where the fuck have you two been?!"
Brenda just smiled and said, "I'll tell you later babes"
Brenda and I exchanged phone numbers and organized a time to meet the following Monday evening as we left Jerry's. When we got to Brenda's car we kissed goodnight and went our separate ways home.
Monday couldn't come fast enough I wanted to see Brenda again, the one thing I wanted more than anything else was to taste her sweet little pussy I wanted to see her naked and I wanted to see what the tattoo was. I was totally in lust with this woman a slut, a woman I had fucked in a nite club while security watched.
Friday I was still heady from my experience of the night before, when Saturday came I ached for her, Sunday I couldn't take any more, my balls aching for release and it was up to me to relieve my pain, I gave in as I masturbated to my thoughts of fucking Brenda once more.
Monday at last rolled around and when I came home from work I jumped into the shower and then got dressed to meet her in a city hotel for drinks before bringing her back to my place.
I waited for her in the piano bar and she was late. Just as I was about to leave thinking I had been stood up she walked in wearing a little black dress with black stockings and heels. She looked gorgeous her make up was done to perfection she looked as though she had just come from a business meeting.
I offered her a drink but she refused saying she would just rather go to my place so I finished my drink by chugging it down and we left the hotel for my car and drove back to my place stopping at liquor store on the way. When we got to my place we sat talking for a small while catching up on what we had been dong since we saw each other last. I admitted to masturbating over the thought of her and she just smiled and admitted that she was so horny on the Sunday that she jumped her husband for sex but all the while just wishing it was me fucking her instead of him.
A small silence came over us and then she spoke. "I hope you don't mind, I had to have dick"
"No, of course not, I can't get over how much we have lusted over each other is all."
"Yeah, we got it bad" she giggled.
"Brenda, I couldn't make up my mind whether to tell you this or not…"
"What?"
"Well, the other night when we were behind the stage we were being watched," I said hesitantly.
"Watched? By who?"
