My mind raced as my tongue licked his long hard dick. It was not uncommon for me to somewhat “check out” when I sucked my husbands dick. Over the years the passion had somewhat diminished. The first blow job I had ever given had been to my husband on our honeymoon. And it had not gone well, so over the years we have not had much oral sex, and honesty, I never got much out of it.
It always seemed like a lot for work for a mouth full of sticky fluid that left a nasty after taste. So on the few occasions that I have felt compelled in the name of compassion to give my husband some good ol’ fassion head, I have thought about everything from shopping lists to work schedules while mindlessly licking his average size dick.
But this was different, today I was not thinking about what I needed to pick up at the drug store, or when I was going to get the dog in for a wash and trim, or even how I was going to fit in a trip to the day spa between work and picking up the kids. As I felt the rather massive cock hit the back of my throat I tried to figure out exactly what had pushed me over the line and into bed with two hard bodied young studs 15 years my junior and 3 of my friends from work.
It had started as a joke. Amanda, the office wild woman, suggested that the girls in the office have a “girl’s night out.” She claims her husband has a 9-inch dick and freely talks about her sex life, including not only her husband, but her toys and other escapades as well. Her bright idea was to go to a strip club in Atlanta.
Of course we all laughed and agreed that it would be fun. I don’t know what everybody else was thinking when Amanda brought up the idea, but I was sure my hubbie would never go for a girl’s night out, much less an overnight trip to Atlanta. We don’t get to see very much of each other due to our work schedules, so he is very “jealous” of what little time we do have together.
When I told him that Amanda wanted us girls to go to Atlanta, he was all for it. “You work hard, you deserve a day of shopping in Atlanta.”
He had agreed! “We’ll do more than just shop” I remembered telling him.
“Sure, I know, don’t worry about it.” He smiled as he squeezed my hand. Fifteen years of marriage had built a lot of trust and he was not going to reverse himself now. His gentle squeeze of my hand communicated a world of faith. I knew I should have told him everything that Amanda had said, but he knew what a wild woman she was, as I had repeated nearly word for word every sex story she had ever disclosed.
Besides Amanda, and myself; Julie and Samantha had agreed to go. We decided to all pitch in and get one room with a couple of queen sized rooms and pullouts. The more we saved on the hotel, the more we would have to spend other places. But the afternoon shopping trip and the flurry of activity of four women getting ready to go out in one hotel room was the farthest thing from my mind as I licked Tony’s heavy balls.
Of the four of us, at 37, I was the oldest. Amanda was just barely 31 and the link between me and the other two who were in their mid-twenties. So, Julie and Samantha looked up to Amanda, and I, well I did not want to admit that after 15 years of marriage I was “too old” to go out with the girls. So we ended up at an “all male review.”
The club was “upscale,” much nicer than I had expected. I would have used the word “classy” if not for the loud music and the dancing men, who felt compelled to dress up as policemen, carpenters, firemen and whatnot. There were no more than a dozen dancers in the place. I wanted to set towards the middle of the room, but the others pulled me to a table next to the stage.
Tony was the fourth dancer we saw that night. He was dressed like a sailor. I’m not sure if it was the uniform, his smile, his hands, or his thick dick. But I was hooked from the first time I saw him. Amanda must have noticed something. After the last dancer left, Julie asked if we could see it again. Samantha and Amanda gave her a hard time, and I just smiled and said “whatever.”
So we ended up watching the second show. This time there was much more eye contact between Tony and me. And this time, Amanda noticed. When the show was over, it was Amanda’s turn. “Let’s just stay a little while longer.”
By now the place had thinned out a little. When Tony finished dancing, Amanda motioned him over and said “how about a private dance?” He agreed and within moments, I was inches away from young Tony and his hot body. Nobody had to say a thing. They all knew the dance was for me. He circled my chair and inched his pelvis nearer and nearer to my body. Finally, I felt his penis brush against my back, my arms, and dangle just inches away from my face. Then the music was over.
“What are you doing after the show?” Amanda not so subtly invited him to join us.
Tony took the bait and ran with it “I don’t know, what are ya’ll doing?”
Amanda flashed him a smile and said “Oh, we’re going back to the hotel club for a few drinks.” He smiled back at her and then his eyes drifted to each of us in turn, ending with a long gaze into my eyes.
“Do ya want to grab a drink with us?” Julie smiled and leaned forward showing off her cleavage as she did.
“Sounds like fun, but I’m really not supposed to date the customers.” He laughed.
Now Samantha quipped, “Well, it’s not like you are going to date one of us, we’re all going out for a drink!”
“Besides” chimed in Julie “we are from out of town, what ever happened to ‘southern hospitality’?”
Still smilin’ Tony laughed and said “Ok, ok, in the name of ‘southern hospitality. Just give me a second to change, meet me at the gas station next door” he said and started towards the back of the room.
“I can NOT believe you guys invited him to get a drink with us!” I exclaimed.
“Well, we can ditch him.” Amanda answered.
“Or we could ditch you!” Samantha giggled.
“Can you believe how big his dick is?” Julie said “I have been looking for one like that for a long time” she continued.
“You’ve been looking in the wrong places” Amanda chuckled “Besides it’s not all that big, my hubbie’s dick is”
