Hello Readers: I apologize for the long delay since my first and last entry. I have since made my way across the country and made a new residence for myself in Phoenix, AZ. Here is my second TRUE story submission. I hope you enjoy it! Readers are encouraged to vote as they see fit.
My name is Keith and my now ex-wife is Julie as some of you may know. I would like to tell you about our first time exploring the alternative sex life. I will give you a brief history.
We were not what you would call "swingers." However, Julie loved the touch and taste of a woman’s pussy as much as I did and I saw no reason for her not to enjoy that pleasure. At the tender age of 24, I had yet to visit a strip club in my life. Julie had worked in them long before she met me and had a somewhat extensive resume sexually from what I had gathered. While I had my share of women, I had yet to experience "every man’s fantasy." Julie is actually the one who suggested it to me and I just waited patiently until she was ready.
We’d had a rocky marriage up until that point so this was almost a last ditch effort to make things better between us. The day finally came and she suggested we go strip club hopping. While inside I was desperately eager, I nonchalantly agreed. The first few clubs were OK and I realized that I liked strip clubs. (duh!) We asked the strippers at the third one for a hot place we could have some fun. One of the strippers suggested a club called Laces. She told us that on Saturdays, it was a swingers club and they had a couples only dance floor with chairs for select couples. It sounded perfect so we got the directions and hurried over.
Once we walked through the doors, we were overwhelmed at the activities taking place up on the stage. It was such a hot scene. Women were dancing with other women while their men looked on. They were sucking each other’s tits and much more. Some of the guys were getting head and some of the people sitting down were fucking in various positions. In addition, there was also a full strip club with three stages of women and one with a male stripper in full swing. The music was awesome and everyone seemed to be having a good time. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the stage. Immediately, Julie told me to get us a seat up there, no matter the cost.
I asked a waitress, who do I see and she pointed me to the stage bouncer, a well dressed black man named Evan. He was busy getting his cock blown by some older white woman while her husband fucked her from behind. He finished up shortly thereafter, appearing to not be impressed with her skills. I quickly approached him and asked him how I could be seated. He asked me where my date was. I pointed Julie out and his eyes widened. He whispered in my ear, "does she get wild?" "Let’s get some liquor in her and see," I replied. He immediately offered us a seat in the back corner. Once seated, I offered him a hundred dollar bill which he reluctantly took. I insisted, wanting to ensure the same treatment every time we visited.