The school bell finally rang, and my young students filed out for the weekend. "Bye, Ms. Colleen. Have a nice weekend," they said. I smiled, because I knew my weekend would be a lot of things, but "nice" wasn't one.
I'm Colleen, a 44 year-old married schoolteacher, and most people know me as a churchgoing soccer mom, elementary school teacher, and mother of two active teenagers. A few months ago, though, I decided that I needed more sex in my life. A lot more, and not with my husband. I'm still not sure what came over me, but something happened somewhere to unleash my inner slut; and she became my new BFF.
My husband travels a lot for work, so I have had a lot of free time. Before last weekend, I had managed to get "picked up" at bars by three different men. I sucked and fucked each one, the first two in their cars and the third in his apartment. Then, a few weeks ago, I was watching TV and someone said the key to life is to "Go Big or Go Home." I immediately decided to do just that with my new life.
As the last little munchkin left the classroom, I rechecked my pocketbook for the flyer advertising "Amateur MILF Nite" at a strip club near where I grew up, a contest for women over 40 with a $500 prize for "Wildest MILF." An internet search showed that the club was a popular place for some guys I knew in high school, including several I had sex with back in the day. I hadn't seen most of them in over 15 or even 20 years, but the thought that some might be there was exciting. A weird part of this journey is that I love the risk that someone will find out that my whole wife-mother-churchgoing schoolteacher life has a dark side. While the thought worries me a little, it turns me on a whole lot more. For some reason, being exposed as a total slut is one of the most erotic things I can imagine.
The contest started at 9 pm, but I was packed and drove the 50 miles to my old hometown by 7:30. I told my kids that I was staying with an old girIfriend, so they arranged sleepovers as friends' houses. I poured myself three homemade screwdrivers sitting in the parking lot. The drinks loosened me up, and I almost posted online that people should come to the club. But that was too wild even for me. So, I checked in and was shown to the dressing room.
By 9:00, there were 10 amateurs signed up, and we nervously eyed each other. Most of the women seemed to be there with a husband or guy friend in the audience. There were two women with amazing bodies; so, while I'm in good shape, I knew I'd have to be the "Wildest" to have a chance. The rules were that each woman would dance two songs, three minutes each, and then circulate for table dances or "private room" dances. The manager explained how much we could keep from our tips and private room charges, and then he said, "Ladies, the law says no man can penetrate a dancer in any way. Just so you know." My schoolteacher ears picked up that he didn't say not to do it, but just that the law said you shouldn't.
Names were picked out of a hat and I was dancing last. I figured that was good because the guys would have more to drink. The first dancer was a little nervous, but she loosened up during the second song. From where I was standing backstage, it looked like she came near the end of her song laying on the edge of the stage with her legs spread wide and guys putting bills in her garter. It also seemed a few guys played with her pussy as they were giving her money. She was shaking, but grinning, when she came backstage before heading back out to the club.
When the third contestant was on stage, I saw a group of five guys come in and my stomach immediately filled with butterflies. I recognized two of them. One was Mike, the star quarterback at our high school. We had sex about ten times in school and he was the first guy to fuck my ass. We had occasionally sent messages on social media over the years. The other was Darren, a sexy black guy who was good enough to play football in college. I had fantasized about fucking Darren a lot, but back then black and white kids mostly stayed separate, except for sports.
When I saw Darren, my first thought was "Times have changed for the better. It's never too late." I didn't know the other three guys. I wanted to make sure that Mike and Darren didn't hook up with any of the other girls. So, I sent Mike a message online:
ME: Hey Mike, it's Colleen F****. What are you doing at a strip club?
MIKE: Colleen? How do you know where I am?
ME: I can see you. I'm backstage. If you can believe it, I'm dancer #10
MIKE: Wait. That's amazing Is your husband here?
ME: No. He's away on business. Just innocent, little me. All alone.
MIKE. Innocent? Since when, haha. I'm glad we came in
ME: Me too. Don't disappear before I'm on.
MIKE: No chance. BTW, Darren says hey.
ME: Tell him he's as hot as ever.
MIKE: I will.
The dancer before me put on a great show, even pouring a guy's beer all over her tits and letting it run down to her pussy. The guys went wild. As she finished up, I messaged Mike again.
ME: Mike, buy a bottle of champagne. Bring it up to the stage at the end of my dance. I'll pay you back.
MIKE: No problem babe. We got it covered.
When I went on stage, I figured I had no time to get comfortable. My top was off in 15 seconds, and I was nude, on all fours, and spreading my pussy and ass for the crowd by the end of the first song. The guys were cheering like crazy. It felt like an amazing dream. As I stood up before the second song started, I said to myself "Go big or go home, Colleen."
I immediately started to play with my wet pussy and licked my fingers clean for the guys. On all fours, I crawled along the edge of the stage, encouraging guys to give me money. As each guy came up, I leaned close and said things like "put whatever you want wherever you want baby." Men filled my garter with cash and most of them rubbed my cunt or slipped a finger inside.
Near the end of the stage, I reached Mike and Darren's group. Mike handed me the champagne bottle. I took a big gulp, poured some over my tits and then got on all fours with my ass toward the crowd. As my song came to an end, I shook up the champagne, held the bottle near my pussy, and let the champagne spray into and all over my pussy and ass. As the song ended, I put the bottle on the stage and sat back so the neck of the bottle disappeared in my wet hole. The crowd was over the top and my body was electric as I came in front of the large crowd.
I vaguely heard the announcer onstage saying "I think we have a winner!" He helped me to my feet as the audience cheered and threw more cash at me. After a few minutes, the manager escorted me backstage to his office. I was still trembling from the thrill of what just happened, and I was nude and covered in sweat and champagne. The manager said, "Wow. That was great. Thanks for showing up."