My husband and I had been fooling around with another couple for months. I had been alone with them several times now and the four of us had played together more than once.
My husband's job sent him out of town, sometimes for months at a time and this time I was left alone for the whole summer. At the same time Josh's job changed his schedule and he started working night shifts. He was gone from 5pm to 5am 3 nights a week and Shell was left at home to fend for herself. One such Friday night she and I decided to go out and have a little fun without the boys.
I have some pretty dresses and I do try to look presentable all the time, but I have never been very interested in doing anything time consuming with my hair or makeup. Shell just loved to dress me up like a doll. She spent over an hour curling my blonde hair and painting my face with what seemed to me a ridiculous amount of eyeshadows and fancy brushes. I glanced in the mirror and hardly recognized my reflection, but I had to admit I looked smoking hot.
We went to our favorite bar and we drank way too much and danced until we were exhausted and sweaty. I love the way she moves when she dances. I wish I could be so graceful. The lights on the dance floor reflected off the specks of glitter in her makeup and she looked angelic. I hardly noticed any man that spoke to me. I was too proud to be on the arm of this gorgeous girl, even if everyone who saw us together likely assumed we were nothing more than friends.
We ran into some friends of my husband, who invited us to tag along to the next bar they were going to and we hopped in their cab, before asking where exactly we were going. Minutes later we pulled up in front of a strip club.
This was the first time Shell had ever been to one and she was less amused than I was. She likes to be the center of attention you see. That's why she and I are closer than any other female friend she has ever had. I give her the kind of attention that she is used to only getting from men. I knew she didn't have any interest in watching other women dance around and get all the attention, but we were already here and there was no turning back.
The boys that work with my husband disappeared immediately to a private table and I pulled Shell over to seats right next to the stage. She ordered a fruity little drink and I begged her to tolerate just a couple dances before she begged to leave and she begrudgingly accepted. The first girl on the stage was a little too skinny for my taste, but she was pretty. She came out in a nurse's costume and wiggled and giggled her way out of it. She was left in a neon pink thong and black nipple tassels that she spun around to the delight of the many men in the room. Shell did not look amused. The dancer wound up on the floor gyrating and lifting and spreading her long tan legs. Eventually, she crawled over to us and asked what two beautiful girls were doing unescorted in such a place. I motioned to the table of drunk idiots who had brought us here. They were now surrounded by happy cocktail waitresses and private dancers, who were keeping them company and being rewarded handsomely for doing so.
She laughed and shook her head. "Those boys are in here every week, I don't know why they'd abandon you two gorgeous ladies for us, but I'm glad to have you to myself!" She reached out for Shell's hand and pulled her right up onto the stage with her. A bouncer appeared and placed a chair on the stage and Shell sat down. She was finally laughing and smiling, thrilled to be the center of attention again. She looked right at home in the spotlight. The sequins in her pink dress reflected the light like a thousand stars and the nearly nude dancer started dancing around her like she was a prop. She kissed her neck and ran her fingers through her long hair. She slid the thin straps of her dress off of her shoulders and honked her boobs. Shell couldn't seem to stop giggling. She sat in Shell's lap, her legs spread around her and did something I would describe as a slow back hand spring off of her, ending up in a handstand at her feet. Her long legs spread wide just below Shell's face. The crowd was going crazy. Throwing money from all around. I was loving the show, proud that Shell was enjoying herself.
The dancer crawled back up to Shell and pulled the neck of her dress out a little, getting a peek at her huge tits. I was jealous, I never got to enjoy them without one of the boys around. And then, to my surprise, she buried her face in her bosom. She came up with a blue heart shaped sticker between her teeth and Shell turned a lovely shade of pink. She had worn little pasties instead of a bra since her dress was strapless and backless and the stripper had removed one with her mouth!!
Shell was pretty thoroughly embarrassed, but she was still smiling. The dancer helped her back off the stage and disappeared back behind the curtain. Shell and I had one more drink before calling a cab to take us back to her house.
They don't have a guest bedroom and I was too drunk to drive home, so she invited me to share her bed and I accepted. We stripped out of our sparkly dresses to sleep in our underwear. It's funny that even though we've done some dirty dirty things together, when we were alone together I felt like she didn't really want me to be attracted to her. It was like for her, that was a fun show she liked to put on for her boyfriend and without the audience she wasn't interested. I had to try not to be turned on when she unzipped her dress and I could see the one remaining blue pasty covering her left nipple.