How could I possibly have found a better mate than Ed? He lovingly nudged me into what I wanted before I even knew how much I wanted it.
He always wanted to share me with other men but he never selfishly pushed me into anything. He was never brutish. He always guided me based on my instincts and desires and he was almost always there to protect and care for me. I put myself in the arms of other men because I discovered my massive sex drive. Ed, somehow recognizing that before I did, helped me ditch the TV for life as a hotwife.
Love it.
It would seem an improbable, crazy setup, destined to fail and yet has succeeded in large part due to Ed. He trusted and loved me beyond anything I could imagine. On top of that our personal sex life was better than ever. Go figure.
His birthday was coming up and I just wanted to do something wonderful for him. He kept saying, "Just being married to you is the only gift I need."
That's Ed for you...kinky but kind.
I racked my brain trying to come up with a killer gift for a birthday he'd always remember, and then it came to me...
Ava.
Whether she would do it I wasn't particularly hopeful but it was worth a shot. Ed had a thing for blondes. He also, as I previously mentioned, had a nutty obsession with any woman who resembled Barbie (I won't even begin to explain the psychology behind that one). There was only one girl I knew and, in Ed's eye, she was close to perfect. Ava was petite and yet appeared long and lean with 34A cups, a tight athletic body, a marvelously proportioned ass and a beautiful face framed by a gorgeous blonde coif. When we were dating Ed took me twice to the strip club to see her dance.
When she worked the runway Ed was like a panting dog waiting for dinner, and I mean that in the best possible way. Hehe. I'm pretty sure there are better dating techniques than taking your fiancé to a strip club and go bonkers over another woman but here we are, all these years later.
Furthermore, while he professed his undying love for me, he wanted to make it clear that if an opportunity to bang Ava "ever, ever" became a possibility that he wouldn't hesitate to take advantage of it. Problem was, Ava was married too, destined to remain Ed's hall of fame fantasy girl forever.
He still brought her up wistfully on occasion, suggesting that, "Wouldn't it be incredible if you and I had a three way with Ava? Oh well," and he'd file the thought away for another time. Even when we'd have an argument I'd often say, "Fuck you, Ed, why don't you go live with Ava!"
He'd hang his head and mumble, "She's married and her husband plays softball."
Ed eventually stopped taking me to the strip club and Ava was relegated to mythical status, like a calendar pin-up girl. One day I asked him jokingly, "Haven't heard anything about Ava for a really long time. What happened, did you guys break up in your head?"
"No, nothing that drastic," he said, laughing, "I just realized that what's the point of pining away for the girl of my dreams when I'm already married to her."
Well as much as it was playing with fire it would be an amazing gift to give Ed that threesome with Ava. How in the world do you even suggest something like that to someone even if they are a stripper? 'Hey there, excuse me. You don't know me but my husband has a huge crush on you and I was wondering....'
And then I thought, that IS the only way to ask something like that and hope for the best. I didn't know if she was still dancing but I called the club and sure enough she was still there but working all day shifts, from around noon to seven. Actually it would be easier to talk during the slow weekdays than the crazed evenings.
I got there at eleven thirty, sat in a booth and waited for Ava to come out of the dressing room but in the meantime I got mistaken for a dancer twice and one out and out proposition for sex in the parking lot. Of course, I was wearing my hotwife anklet and necklace so no surprise there.
Eventually Ava came out in a sexy two piece and impossibly high stripper heels. Time hadn't made a dent in her beauty and I had to admit I was getting a bit of a girl boner watching her walk. With her perky tiny tits, magnificent ass and killer legs she walked like 'you can't afford me.'
She stopped to say hello to a regular who kept his hand on her rear the entire length of the conversation until hugging him and moving down the bar in my direction.
I yelled across the room, "Excuse me, Ava, can I talk to you?"
Approaching me, she said, "It depends. I have a regular coming at twelve thirty but go ahead."
Recognizing protocol, I slid a twenty across the table to her. "I'm Mara." She, in turn, opened her glorified G-string for me to place the bill which I did.
"You want to take me private, Mara?" she asked.
"I want to ask you a question."
"Before you do I just wanna say, you're a real hottie. If we got you in a skimpy outfit and had you walk the runway, money would be flying everywhere."
"Thanks. Coming from you I consider that a huge compliment."
"What's your question?"
"My husband has long thought that you were a gift from the gods. (She started laughing) When we were dating he used to bring me here to see you dance and before we got married he talked about you endlessly.
"Uh...okay, so why did you marry him if he was hot for me?"
"Only a psychologist could answer that one but he's turned out to be special to me."
The DJ with a clipboard interrupted, "Ava, you're up after Mary Jane."
"Your necklace says hotwife," she said, "really?"
"Yup, really."
"Wow. He likes to watch, huh?"
"Ya, sometimes he joins in but mostly he gets off watching."
"Devin, my husband, is straighter than an arrow and would never get into swinging and stuff like that. Anyway, spending all week grinding on dudes is so tiring all I want to do after work is nap."
From the sound system came, "Let's hear it for Ava!" The music blasted.
"Excuse me," she said, "be right back."
She climbed up on the runway stage, doffing what little she had on and skillfully worked the pole, only stopping for tips offered by her admirers. After two songs she grabbed her clothes off the stage and sat back down next to me.
"Am I getting in the way of you making money," I asked.
"No, you're fine. Besides you bought a
dance, we just didn't go. You wanted to ask me something."
I handed her another twenty, "There, I've got two songs coming."
Extending her hand, "Shall we?" and, to the surprise of the men, she led me back to one of the booths and removed her clothes. "Why don't you ask me what you wanted to ask me while I take you to a happy place?"
She seduced me with moves she'd used many times before but rarely on another woman gauging by the usual clientele. Each booth had a mirror. She stood and showed me her body and, as she wanted, I reached up to caress her, sliding my fingers across her curves, especially that rocking ass that no man could resist. She featured it in her dance.
She sat down next to me and reached over and up my skirt. When she eventually touched my panties it was a major turn on. Through the cotton fabric she massaged my clit and soon I was hers. No doubt she cued off of my wet spot and my heaving chest.
I must have lost track of time as the second song ended with a regretful thud, interrupting my high, "How was that?" she said.
"More," I urged her, "much more."
"Why don't we do a half hour in VIP so I can take care of you better?"
"Yes, yes, yes," I babbled like a junkie. It came to me then; the tease, the taste, the hopeful climax. That was the formula. Those poor saps out on the floor didn't stand a wallet's chance in hell with a beautiful professional like Ava.
The dance booths were more of a communal environment but VIP was a private room all our own.
I, now one of the poor saps, settled back on the couch and let her do her magic. Most of it was grinding but then she broke the house rules, back against the camera, covering the act, she moved aside my panties and ate me out until I arched the small of my back and oozed my girl-cream on her face.
Wiping her cheek and laughing, again she asked, "How was that?"
"Fabulous! I've never been happier going to the ATM."
"Outside the doorway on your left. What was your question?"
"Oh ya!! Well I was going to ask you if you'd consider having a three way for my husband's birthday. He'd go nuts. I'd pay you and everything."
At about then the room timer went off.
"Sorry, but no. I know what I look like but I'm pretty straight and as I get older I just don't do that kind of stuff but I'll tell you a girl who might go for it. She's working today. Her stage name is 'Honey' and she's stripping to make money to help pay for school. She's nineteen with a stupendous body. Your husband would go nuts."
It was worth a try. Ed had long expressed an interest in a threesome with a young girl, nineteen or twenty. "Is she blonde?"
"Yes."
"Introduce me?"
When we got back out on the floor again there were many more customers. I followed Ava to a pretty girl negotiating with an obviously interested guy. "Honey, pardon me, but when you get a minute would you stop by and talk to my friend here?"
"Sure," gesturing to the man, "as soon as I get back from a couple dances."
I tipped Ava heavily since I made her late for her regular, patiently waiting two booths down and anxious to see her. "Thanks again, Ava."
"You're welcome, just don't tell anyone what I did in VIP." I blew her a kiss as she walked away.
A few songs later, Honey and her customer emerged from the back. She grabbed her purse and headed my way, moving like a cat for future customers. Ava was right on, her body was spectacular. I hadn't really gotten a good look but now, oh my. Her shape had to be the product of a sculptor.
I moved over in the booth and introduced myself. I decided to cut to the chase. You'd think talking about sex openly in a strip club should be standard conversation. I went for it and led with a compliment.
"You're gorgeous, girl."
"Thanks. Twenty dollar dance per song. VIP rates are on the wall and a twenty percent tip is customary."
I teased her, "Maybe you have a career as an accountant."
"Oh...sorry. I've gotten stiffed a couple times lately and I'm pissed...assholes drool all over me and then run out the side door."
"Sorry that happened to you." I rummaged through my purse and came up with a fifty. I was looking for a twenty but what the hell, I slid it towards her.
"What's that for? We haven't done anything."
