Chapter 7 - Stripper
Despite the late hour the moment they were through the front door Jessica threw herself into her husband's arms, her mouth finding his as she kissed him passionately. Her first night as a stripper at Sin City had left her wet and teetering on the edge for most of the evening and now she was home she wanted her husband.
"I need you inside me this instant!"
She demanded urgently, her fingers fumbling at his clothing, grabbing the bottom of his t-shirt and pulling it up over his head.
Still kissing they stumbled through the flat towards the bedroom leaving a trail of clothes behind them; his t-shirt, her top, their shoes, his jeans, her bra and then her jeans.
Finally, Tom dragged down her panties, the last thing she was wearing, as he laid her back on the bed. When he peeled the tiny thong off over her feet Jessica opened her legs wide to show him how juicy she was, her hairless pink slit glistening with female arousal.
"Hurry baby... please... I need you!" Jess whimpered demandingly; her eyes glued to his.
His cock was as hard as he could ever remember it being, the image of his wife on the stage displaying her charms and sitting naked on another man's lap, being openly fondled, were burned into his brain forever.
There was little interest in foreplay from either of them, the evening at the strip club had been more than enough to arouse a carnal need in both of them. So, as he lowered his body onto Jessica's her hand reached for his prick, guiding the head of his shaft straight to her eager pussy.
"Aaaaahhhhhh...... yessssssss!" Jess groaned with delight when her husband slid his iron-hard length all the way into her wet crevice with a single hard thrust.
Arching her back up off the bed to meet him her nether lips peeled open around his manhood, softly swallowing his erection and drawing it into her slick vaginal tunnel. From the moment he entered her she knew neither of them would last very long. The build-up from her first night at the club had left them both in an emotional state that would only be satisfied by hard sex.
Tom began to ferociously drive his rampant cock into her, their hips mashing together with every stroke he made. Beneath him Jessica squirmed, moaning with pleasure, her hands grasping his backside and pulling him deeper.
"Fuck me, just fuck me. Don't stop, please... don't stop!" Her desperate cries encouraging him to piston his length more firmly between her puffy, moist labia.
Pressing her back into the bed Tom fucked her as vigorously as he could. The sound of the bedsprings creaking under them, mixing with her frantic moans, filled the air around them as they both raced towards a mutual climax.
"Yes... oh yes, yes... fuck me baby... fuck meeeeeeeeeee!"
Bucking under him Jessica clenched her vaginal muscles around his hard shaft, feeling it pulse as it rasped against the velvet soft, sensitive walls of her pussy.
"Unhhh... Jess, I.... Aaahhhh.... Fuck, oh fuck!" Slamming into her Tom knew he couldn't hold back very much longer.
Her plump lips encircled his girth, folding in around the base of his dick when he drove it in to her, cushioning every stroke he made, making the act of fucking even more pleasurable for him. His arse rose and fell between her splayed thighs and he started to lose control, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper as he sought his zenith while driving her towards her own.
"Oh yes, yes... Tom, I'm... gonna.... CUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"
The last word came out as a shriek, Jessica coming hard and shuddering violently when the mounting waves of orgasmic bliss overwhelmed her senses.
"Aaaahhh... Unghhhh.... Jess, I'm....... aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Tom thrust up into her one final time, throwing his head back and sheathing his cock deep inside her slit as he started to spurt his cum into her womb.
Panting breathlessly, he jerked again and again pumping his copious load deep up inside his wife.
Totally satisfied they collapsed together on the bed, his lips finding hers in a long deep loving kiss, their breathing gradually returning to normal before Tom rolled off his wife and lay staring up at the ceiling.
"You ok?" Jessica turned onto her side, pushing herself up on to her elbow to look at him with concern.
"I guess so." Sighing, he continued to stare at nothing.
"You're thinking about Markov fucking me, aren't you?" It was almost as if she had read his mind.
"If you're that turned on by stripping, he'll be getting all the benefit and the fuck of his life." He stated miserably.
"We've always known that there's the possibility I'll like the sex. Is that so bad? I don't want to screw him but if I have to fuck anyone then I might as well enjoy it." Jessica replied frankly.
He turned to look at his wife and she felt her heart miss a beat as she saw the look in his eyes.
"I suppose so. The idea of him screwing you really turns me on but then, just sometimes, it worries me as well."
"I'm not going anywhere. I don't care if they give me the greatest sex ever. I love you. You have to remember that whatever happens." She kissed him gently on the lips. "You just have to."
"But..."
"No buts or if's.... I.... LOVE.... YOU. Do you understand that, Tom?"
He nodded disconsolately, "It's just sometimes I want to keep you all to myself as well."
Jessica leant across and kissed him again, "My heart will always be yours and yours alone baby."
They cuddled up together, still talking about what might happen and how they felt about it until they finally fell asleep in the early hours of the morning.
Sleeping in until just before eleven on the Sunday Tom was the first up leaving Jess asleep as he went to make coffee after a brief detour to the bathroom.
"Can I have one?" He was standing in the kitchen when her voice behind him made him turn around.
His wife was standing in the doorway, looking tousled and incredibly sexy in just a baggy t-shirt and white panties. Tom smiled and poured her a cup as she requested, putting them both on the table for them.
Their day was spent as all Sunday's should be, relaxing, catching up on the things that needed doing around the flat and trying to avoid discussing anything to do with the club. They managed it fairly well, avoiding the topic until later that evening.
"How are you feeling now? You didn't seem too keen on some aspects of our plan last night?" Jess asked him as the two of them sat down to eat dinner.
"Right now, the idea of Markov fucking you is making me as horny as hell." Confessing somewhat sheepishly he fiddled with his cutlery, "But I can't help being jealous and hoping I don't lose you."
Jess reached across and squeezed his hand. She was as worried as her husband that whatever might happen at the club would break up their marriage.
"Look maybe it won't happen. I'll play it cool for my next couple of shifts and just keep him interested but avoid doing it if I possibly can." Her suggestion raised his spirits a little.
"Somehow I don't think that will get us the information we need but it makes sense to try." Still conflicted he resignedly agreed to her revised plan.
