There is just something so sexy about a woman who has just been thoroughly fucked, especially my wife. Her tousled hair. Her smeared makeup. The flush on her cheeks, upper chest, ass and thighs. Her red swollen lips, nipples and labia. A man’s cum dripping from her still stretched and gaping womanhood. There are few things that get me more aroused than being able to drink in this image. As you can imagine, when I am with a woman who is bold and wanton enough to let me have my way, I can go long into the night pleasuring her and taking my pleasure from her.
I tell you this to explain the point of this story. My wife and I have been married just over two years and we are more fascinated and deeply in lust with one another than we were on our wedding night. It shows no signs of diminishing only accelerating.
I met my wife about three years ago while I was still working part time as a bouncer at a place called Heels. Heels is what it seems like. It is referred to in the phone book as a gentleman’s club. Some gentlemen, it is located in one of the rougher sections of Syracuse, NY.
For those of you not acquainted with Syracuse, it is populated with juice bars. This is place where you can spend $5 for a coke or orange juice and watch a woman take off all her clothes. For a buck or two, she will spread her legs and flash her pussy or wiggle her bare ass in your face. It is not such a bad place.
I have spent the last ten years working in Heels, saving money. I was saving to open the dojo that I currently run. In general it is a pretty good job as bouncer’s jobs go and I have had a few. No drunks, so there is usually no one foolish enough to challenge the bouncers and the guys are more often than not distracted by the pussy in their face.
I was paid a salary and tipped by the dancers. I treated the women with respect and tried to let them earn a living while keeping the creeps off them. Occasionally one of the dancers would get the chance to fuck or blow a high roller for good profit. I looked out for them and made sure they weren’t interrupted. If they were being bothered by someone they didn’t like or wasn’t willing to help their profit line, I showed him the door. I even ran a class for both the bouncers and dancers in some of the more subtle arts of self defense and crowd control.
Three years a go, a young girl walked through the door. She was a tall, willowy redhead, both a bit naïve and used at the same time. She had been on the streets for a short while, trying to earn a living but decided that the club might be an easier route. Jerry, the owner, was impressed with her and it was apparent that she could make quite a bit of money for everyone. She had a leach of a boyfriend, read that pimp, to scare off but she demonstrated that she was well worth the effort both with her earning potential and as a friend.
Roni and I quickly became friends and we spent much of our break time talking about ourselves and our dreams and life in general. At first I thought this was just because she felt safe with me and perhaps thought she owed me something for scaring off the leach. I wouldn’t have thought that a sexy, twenty-one year old woman like Roni would want to spend that much time with a less than pleasant appearing brute like me but it turned out that we liked one another quite a lot and truly enjoyed each other’s company.
Soon we were dating. Roni often worried about what I thought of her past but I would remind her that I knew most everything and I was more interested in her as a person than what choices she was forced to make.
A bit more about Roni’s appearance: She was tall with shapely long legs and a fabulous ass. Her tits were not particularly large but they were capped with dark pink, puffy nipples that about half their volume. Her lips, her labia and her ass pucker were the same color as her nipples. This was all emphasized by the milky whiteness of her skin. There was a smattering of freckles on her face and upper chest. Her hair was shoulder length and curly, flaming red in color. She shaved her pubic hair into a lightening bolt pointing down to her clit not only to stimulate the customers but to show everyone that the color was natural. Oddly enough she wasn’t particularly pretty. She looked plain in the same way that actresses and models do when you see less than flattering pictures of them on the tabloid covers. Made up for the stage, she was stunning.
The feature that attracted me the most was her thighs or at least the area between them. She had wide hips which looked so good swaying back and forth as she walked in heels. Her firm thighs were quite slim and when she stood in front of you on the stage, you could see all the way up to her pink pussy lips even before she spread her legs. Whenever I had this view, I got an instant hard-on.
Despite the age difference and the beauty and the beast theme, sex was very good and we got along wonderfully. I was a happy man when Roni answered my proposal by saying, “Of course, I’ll marry you. What took you so long?”
The wedding and the reception were a bit on the wild side since nearly all of the guests were people that we knew from the club. I cut down to part time so I could finally start my dojo and Roni kept dancing because she like showing off and it excited me to see her on stage.
About a year ago, Roni noticed that I really got turned on when she gave me a good look at her after we had made love. She started making sure that I noticed. Hair wildly mussed, she smiling at me with smeared lipstick and cum, pushing her swollen nipples up at my face and spreading her legs wide so that I could see my cum as it drooled from her gaping pussy lips. After this our sex was even more intense. We weren’t making love, we were fucking, mating as only wild beasts can. On nights when we didn’t need the sleep, we would continue fucking throughout the night, licking hungrily at each other’s messy parts and plunging into and onto one another with reckless abandon. I couldn’t tell you who loved it more. The flood gates had opened for both of us.
She enjoyed my response so much that she made it part of her routine. She went up on stage with her hair tousled wildly, makeup smeared and her pussy well fucked with a large dildo or me if I got the chance. The guys ate it up and she made tons of money both stage dancing and in the private lap dances.
Last month, I got a call from Jerry who has become a good friend and business partner. We swapped minor partnerships in each other’s business.
“Ross, I’m not sure how to say this so… Oh, Hell! Roni has been meeting with one of the customers after hours for the past couple of weeks. They screw in his car in the parking lot before she goes home. I didn’t want to tell you but I’m worried. Your both my friends and he is the type that he just might wind up hurting her. I didn’t break it up because I didn’t want her to know that I know. Sorry, bud.”
“I’ll take care of it Jerry. Just call me the next time he shows up at the club.”
“Hey, no trouble, man. Nothing out of line.”
“I won’t hurt him any more than I have to, Jerry.”
“Okay, I’ll call.”
Our sex had been so good recently that I was shocked. I had to sit down and sort out the situation in my head. I said nothing to Roni. I carried on as if everything was normal and I was surprised at how easy it was. I am so in love with her and so taken by her that I didn’t really care if she was seeing someone else as long as she came back home to me. I would never have guessed it.
Over the next week sex seemed even more intense. We simply couldn’t get enough of one another. I knew that Roni hadn’t seen this guy again simply because Jerry would have called and told me but the image of her fucking him stirred me and excited me to no end. She seemed even more intent of showing herself off and letting me see what a “bad girl” she could be. We were hardly able to get any sleep at all.
