After admitting to my wife Regina, that just the mere thought of her getting fucked by another guy, instantly made me rock hard, our sex life changed for the better. That is because Regina used it to her advantage. Whenever she was horny, which was and is often, she was able to creatively make a subtle comment to get me going when she wanted to.
One time we were out to dinner, and she said hello to another couple who I didn't know, although she introduced me. When we were seated at our table, I asked who they were. She leaned over and whispered, "Well he is the brother of a guy I worked for during college. I think I gave him like five blowjobs over the course of a month or so."
"Oooh, you naughty girl, you."
Even more quietly she whispered in my ear, "I never knew a guy who, when he came, sooo much stuff came out! He was incredible," she giggled.
As she giggled, she slid her hand down to my crotch and tapped her fingers on my erection.
"What do we have here, big boy, does hearing about Kyle filling my mouth with cum turn you on?"
"Yes," I groaned, "as if you didn't know."
"So let me ask you, would you rather rush thru dinner so we can get home and you can fuck me? Or would you prefer I follow Kyle to the bathroom and suck his cock until he cums in my mouth?"
"How about the second thing first and the first thing second," I raised my eyebrows.
"Now who's naughty?" she laughed loudly.
Well nothing happened at the restaurant other than her keeping me hard the entire time and even pushing me to the brink of cumming two or three times! When we got to the car, she took my cock out and put it in her mouth. In about three minutes I exploded in her mouth and all over her face. We fucked like bunnies when we got home. Things were great.
Occasionally we talked about actually acting on this fantasy but Regina always rejected any means I came up with for finding a willing participant. Someone we knew? No fucking way. Total stranger? Gross! Craigslist? Adult friend finder? Skeevy! Those were all the ways I could think of. She said these things are better left as fantasies anyway. Besides, we have so much fun now, why spoil it. I really couldn't argue. I was having the best sex of my life all the time!
Regina and I are both in the software business, and used to work for the same company. We still are in Vegas together at least twice a year for trade shows. We often go a few days early or stay a few days late to enjoy the strip. This is where we were when we met the dancer.
We were sitting at the bar of a high end restaurant, (yes they actually have those there now), when a guy came up to Regina and said, "Pardon me but I believe you are in my seat?"
As he said it, he reached forward to grab his phone he'd left there. We hadn't noticed it.
"Oh I'm sorry," Regina exclaimed, "I didn't see that!"
I immediately jumped up to give Regina my stool in this crowded bar when the guy said, "Oh! you guys are together, you know what, don't worry about it, I think I'm getting stood up any way!"
Regina said, "You are getting stood up? That's novel. I'd like to see the girl who is standing you up. You are positively lovely."
He laughed and said, "Well, you see, she's the star."
"The star?" I asked.
"You see, we are in the same show right now. At the Bellagio. I'm chorus, she's the lead. Funny thing is she asked me hear tonight. Go figure. She was supposed to be here 45 minutes ago."
Now Regina was really excited. She had danced from the time she was 5 years old up until college when she stopped. She introduced herself to Casey as we learned was his name, and offered to buy him a drink as she wanted to pepper him with questions. And pepper she did. Boy can she grill someone when she wants too. Where are you from, what have you been in, who have you met etc... They were getting along famously, when the hostess came up and told us our table was ready.
I said, "Casey would you join us for dinner? Regina will be devastated if you if you say no."
"Oh, I wouldn't want to impose, you guys go ahead and."
Regina cut him off, stood up, grabbed his arm and marched him to our table. That settles that I thought.
We had great time. We laughed, talked and eventually danced after dinner. Regina and Casey danced a lot. They danced fast, they danced slow they danced very, very close! Every few songs, I'd cut in, and dance with Regina myself. She was definitely enjoying her self big time. How often does one get to spend the night dancing with a professional! I was also noticing a certain look in her eye.
"What?" she said.
"I didn't say anything," I answered.
"But you were thinking it," she said with those raised eyebrows.
"I don't know what you are talking about," I teased.
We both laughed and then Casey came back and said my turn and whirled Regina away.
After a while, we sat back down at our table to take a break and talk some more. One of the subjects that we discussed, was how difficult it was to make a living as an artist. Casey, you see, didn't make a lot of money and often he was between shows and even when he wasn't, dancing chorus didn't pay much. But he loved what he did and was still hoping for his big break. I asked him if he tended bar or waited tables to make ends meet.
"Not exactly," was his reply looking down.
"What do you do?" Regina asked.
"Well," he hesitated, "I work as a stripper believe it or not."
"Really," Regina exclaimed, "like a Chippindale's kind of thing?"
"Well no, not like that. In fact if you do that, you kiss your career goodbye. Once these producers and choreographers know you've stripped in a club, they will never hire you again. It's like an unwritten rule, but it is carved in stone!"
"So what kind of stripping are we talking about then?" Regina asked.
"Well is has to be private. Mostly I do bachelorette parties, and stuff like that," Casey continued.
I was curious, "Do you mind me asking how much that pays?"
"Well, I usually make at least 500 bucks and sometimes as much as a 1000."
"Wow, not bad for what I assume is only a few hours work," I inquired.
"Sometimes only an hour," he said. "But to be honest it can be fairly humiliating and awkward because I don't go any further than stripping and inevitably there is the drunk girl who is trying to drag you into a room and you have to explain that, that is not gonna happen."
"Although, some of the guys I dance with make a lot of money doing that!"
"Having sex with the bachelorette's?" Regina asked, now actually blushing.
"Yes, and other things," Casey said.
"Like what other things," Regina pressed him.
"Well, the big money, and you can make like 5 to 10 grand if you meet the requirements, is to do what the dancer's call stretch the female whale," now it was Casey's turn to blush.
"What the hell does that mean?" Regina said laughing hysterically.
Casey looked at me and said, "I've probably said enough all ready. I don't want to offend you."
"I think I know what it means," I said looking at Regina.
"What?" she said.
I looked at Casey and said, "It's OK, Regina can handle it."
Casey looked at Regina and asked, "Do you know what a whale is in Vegas?"
"Of course, it's a high roller," she answered back.
"Well, believe it or not, some of these guys get off on watching their wives have sex with another guy," Casey said.
"You don't say!" Regina said looking at me a little too obviously.
"And the requirements you spoke of, one of them is a big dick," Regina said bluntly.
Casey just about did a spit take at that one but finally said, "Yes, that would be one of the critical requirements."
"And is that why you don't do it, because you don't ummm, meet the requirements," Regina said sympathetically.
Casey smiled and said, "No that's not it, in fact the reason I get so much bachelorette work is because I more than meet the requirement. The reason I don't stretch is because I'm trying to maintain a shred of dignity in this whole thing."
"Oh, well that is understandable," Regina said while processing the fact that Casey had just told her he had a big dick.
I was chuckling, when some George Clinton came on and P Funk is something I just can't resist. All three of us jumped up and got back on the dance floor where we remained for the next hour. Watching Regina and Casey grind was making me so fucking horny! After a while we headed back to our table, Regina said she'd catch up to us and went to the bathroom.
As we sat down, me out of breath, Casey having barely broke a sweat, he said, "Regina'a amazing. You are one lucky guy!"
"Thanks," I said. "She really likes you too."
"I should probably get going, what time is it?" Casey asked.
I realized it was 1:30 am and we had been together for about 6 hours.
Then, I decided just to go for it.
"You wouldn't want to come up to our room for a night cap would you," my stomach turning.
"Night cap?" Casey looked at me.
"Look Casey, I wouldn't pay you to fuck Regina, but if she'd go along with it, I'd love to see it happen. You see I'm one of THOSE guys, and although we have never done anything other than talk about it, tonight I have a feeling if ever something were to happen..."
"And what you and me, because I don't..."
I cut Casey off, "No I'm completely straight you wouldn't have to worry about that."
"Hmmmm," Casey was thinking. "You think Regina will do it?"
