The Titty Bar

As a forty-three year old blonde haired, brown eyed, married mother of two children, involved in an open marriage with my husband, I had been enjoying my encounters with Bill.

Bill's my husband's best friend, our next door neighbor, and after years of teasing, and flirting with one another, we had finally given into our desires and became friends with benefits.

Bill and I met up whenever we could, at either of our houses, his work shed, or any other place where we could have time alone. Over the past year our sexual adventures had been amazing as we learned how to please each other in every imaginable way.

One Saturday afternoon both my husband and Bill's wife were working the night shift, so Bill suggested that we should make the hour long drive to Columbia have a few drinks, and check out one of the local Titty Bars there. I laughed and said it might be interesting, and I'd be ready around eight that night.

I'd been to several of these places with my husband and always had an awesome time, but going with Bill was taking it to another level, and must admit had me getting hornier by the minute. As my husband got ready for work I told him about it, he grinned telling me to go have fun and suggested we go to Twin Peaks,

that's Bill's favorite one.

I took a hot bubble bath, fixed my hair, and makeup, picked out a red satin bra, matching thong, and a thin black low cut top, blue jean skirt and black three inch stilettos. The skirt was knee length with buttons, and I left the two buttons at the bottom undone to show a bit more leg.

At eight, Bill knocked on the back door,

asking me if I still wanted to go and smiled as he saw how I was dressed, saying that I was very beautiful and sexy, and walked me next door to his truck, helping me in, then climbing under the wheel and off we went.

An hour or so later we were pulling into the parking lot, which was almost full, made our way to the entrance and found a table with a great view of the stage, ordered our drinks and watched the young lady dancing on stage.

As we sipped our drinks we slid closer together talking about the dancers, the dim lights, and the way our table was set up allowed me to place my hand in Bill's lap running my fingertips up and down Bill's now semi erect cock through his jeans.

Bill handed me several two dollar bills, telling me the dancer on stage needed a tip, daring me to let her pull up my top and show my breasts. I gave his cock a squeeze, kissed his cheek, made my way to the stage and took a seat between two young men, smiling at the pretty young dancer.

She had a great body, a beautiful face, and crawled on her hands and knees to where I sat, told the guys seated beside me to give her some room, placed her hands on my cheeks, and gave me a very nice kiss. She took the money, put it to my mouth, told me to turn around and sit on the edge of the stage, pulling me into her body, the hot flesh of her naked breasts pressed against my back as she moved in rhythm with the music, and she whispered in my ear asking if she could pull up my shirt and play with my breasts.

When I shook my head yes, I felt her lifting my top, her soft hands pushing my bra up, squeezing my breasts, she laid me back on the stage, licked my nipples, and pushed her breasts together taking the money I held between my teeth dragging her nipples across my lips while the DJ screamed customer titties and the men hollered. I pulled my bra and shirt down, and with the help of the two young men got off the stage and made my way back to my seat.

Bill was all smiles, and clapping as I sat beside him, taking a big swallow of the drink he'd ordered for me while I was playing with the young dancer. He leaned in close, kissed me, and took my free hand placing it back on his long thick, extremely hard cock, and told me that was hot. He unfastened two more buttons on my skirt, slid his hand between my legs, and pushed my thong aside his fingertips sliding up the lips of my pussy.

The young lady on stage was gathering her tips and leaving the stage, she walked by, mouthing thank you to me, as the next dancer took the stage, and I asked Bill to either stop what he was doing or take me out to the truck where we could fuck. He stopped saying we had all night, ordered another round of drinks, and started watching the stage as I ran my hands up and down his shaft.

The young lady who I'd tipped showed up at our table and Bill asked her to have a seat, bought her a drink and we started talking. She thanked me again, saying I'd helped her get so many tips and asked Bill and I how long we'd been married. Bill smiled, I giggled, telling her we weren't married, that we were just very good friends. The young lady had a puzzled look on her face, so I told her we were married, just not to each other, we just liked having sex. She started laughing, I guess she thought I was joking, and said we were a great looking couple.

She asked if we were interested in a private dance, and we ended up in a big room where she gave us a couples couch dance which we really enjoyed, and almost brought me to orgasm, as Bill watched. When she finished, she gave me her business card telling me she did private parties, and gave Bill a long, hard kiss before she left.

We made our way to the truck, and Bill asked if I was ready to go home, that he was ready to get me naked and fuck my brains out. I told him I didn't know if I could wait that long, and started un-buckling his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, pulled his zipper down, releasing his long thick erect cock and started stroking it.

By the time we hit I 26, I had my head in his lap licking,slurping, and sucking his cock as he played with my breasts and pinched my nipples. I felt his cock throb as he pumped his hot, thick, salty semen

down my throat and in my mouth.

I swallowed every drop, sat up with a smile on my face and asked if he felt better now, still playing with his cock as he drove toward home, telling him how much I wanted him to fuck me as he drove a little faster.

He pulled into a rest stop, back where the tractor trailers parked told me to strip and open my door, as he got out, walked to my side and pulled me to the edge of the seat, I had my top off, and skirt unbuttoned, Bill jerked my thong down, pulled it over my shoes as I unhooked my bra, he stepped up on the running board, his pants around his ankles and rubbbed the engorged head of his cock up and down my slit, slapping my swollen clit until with one foot on the door and the other on his shoulder, he pushed himself into the entrance of my aching wet pussy, thrusting hard until his testicles slapped my ass cheeks. We fucked like crazy in that dark corner of the rest stop, thirty minutes later with his cum in my pussy, we were back on I 26 headed home.

By the time we got home we were dressed again, minus my thong which was on the parking lot pavement. We

went straight inside Bills bedroom where we fucked, licked, sucked and I had more orgasms than I could count. I finally went to my house around three that morning, showered and went to sleep.

My husband let me sleep until eleven, served me breakfast in bed and listened as I told him every detail of my date with Bill at the titty bar. He took the card the young lady gave me, locked it in his gun safe and fell asleep.

Her stage name was Velvet, her real name is Michelle, and she has been to our house a few times. She finally understands that Bill and I weren't joking.