Sensual striptease and wife's first betrayal.
Certain things in the life of an ordinary couple begin unplanned, develop, and generate unusual results in the most banal and mundane situations possible.
It happened that way to me.
Gerard, my friend of many years, visited me for the first time after I got married; he married too.
Enthusiastic and drinking beer, we talk about the big nights of our life of free, young and with a lot of horny singles, assisting magnificent shows of strip-teases in the nightclubs of the city, watching beautiful women undress with sensuality.
My wife, Alina, a beautiful 27-year-old blonde, listened to our comments filled with enthusiasm for the delightful women we saw taking off their clothes piece by piece on the dance floor until they were entirely naked, letting us see everything. With jealousy, she said that all this was an illusion, women simulated everything, sold male fantasies to encourage men to frequent the places, consume much alcohol, spend a lot and pay to have sex with women they did not know and who pretended to be having pleasure and enjoyment with them.
Nothing more than a mere game of interests, something commercial, without the true sensuality and horniness that ordinary women, not sex workers and adult entertainment, are capable of producing, she said proudly, affirming with emphasis her femininity.
Gerard and I disagree, saying that the women of the night are really beautiful and exciting, offering horniness and quality sex just like any other woman.
That's how it started.
We've held firm opinions in this regard, as former regulars of erotic and strip-tease shows and having dated beautiful girls in college and out of college.
Alina retorted with her opinion that wives can be sexier and more exciting than prostitutes and offer good-quality sex, which husbands do not know how to stimulate, nor enjoy.
At this point, the three of us having already drunk a few liters of high-alcohol beer, we moved on to an intense dumb argument for married people about which women would be hotter and better in bed.
My wife said she always had good sexual performance, leaving her boyfriends satisfied. She told me to give my attestation and testimony to Gerard that she was a great lover and that we always had high-intensity sex, even after five years of marriage.
Embarrassed, I confirmed to my friend that my wife was a burning volcano in bed, the best lover I ever had. I knew this before I married her.
Gerard agreed with her that many women, married and single, are special lovers, but teased Aline, saying they are inhibited when the man asks them to fulfill some bolder fantasies or adopt different positions for sex. There are numerous women who do not even allow something simple, such as being penetrated by the anal route.
Or just suck the man's cock.
A discussion was established between them. Me only watching.
My wife stated that married men don't need to use call girls to satiate erotic, taboo, or perverted desires if they have a good wife for it. And that she was one like that didn't leaving any man without great, unforgettable sexual gratification.
Gerard stepped up the provocation. He asked if she would erotically undress for her men, making them by discovering her body getting naked piece by piece.
"Like a stripper?" she asked.
"Yes. Like a good, sensual and provocative stripper," my friend confirmed.
Alina replied that she had never turned her intimate acts with men into spectacles. But she would take off her clothes or let her partner undress her, remove her clothes in a sensual way. And she shows her whole body, beautiful and well-done, to her husband whenever they go to fuck.
"Show your pussycat?" he was impudent and inelegant.
"All. All. My cunt included," she replied, in the same vulgar tone.
