TODAY WAS SOMEDAY Game 12
We had agreed to meet at the Strip Club around two PM with Al, Slim, and Joe for another game of finger fuck my wife. We'd often choose this time at other places because most clubs are nearly empty during afternoons. Dollie had given Mikey the okay to be her warm up man before we went inside the Club.
The Strip Club was at the edge of town in a run down residential area. The parking lot was fenced and fairly secluded. Probably not safe from theft after dark. This was pre-surveillance cameras. Crime wasn't bad back then. Good or bad, depending on what you are doing. For letting Mikey play this was good.
This was our second recent trip here. Yet we had a feeling we'd been there before. We'd soon remember this strip club parking lot was our play area for a taxi cab game over a dozen years before.
I'm picky about where I park so I parked at the edge of the lot alone. Maybe it was the same place the cab had parked when Dollie and I put on a show, fucking for the cabby. This brought back many kinky memories when we were younger.
I forgot to mention, since the early 70's Dollie's titties slowly softened up and got back to normal. Still much larger than before our daughter was born, they were firm but squeezable soft like that toilet paper ad.
Al, Slim, and Joe were sitting in Joe's truck waiting. Imagine the things they were saying about that older woman and the husband who enjoys seeing his wife used as a sex toy. I'm sure they talked about fucking her and maybe other things, with each other and more friends.
Mikey was sitting in his truck alone. They were both parked off to one side of the building. I'm thinking the Club working guys and girls were parked out front. There were only a few other cars and trucks in the lot.
Dollie had purposely worn one of her raunchiest outfits. It was probably a thin, maybe sheer, low top and some sort of micro mini. This time I remember it being too short, even for a tittie bar. Her ass cheeks and crotch were already visible with the slightest movement.