This story makes more sense if you read the story The Final Kiss first.
It had been almost a year since I had hired a male stripper for my wife and she had countered by hiring a female stripper for me. On occasion we would share a laugh about both episodes, reliving those highly erotic escapades. She liked to joke that I liked watching her watching him more than she liked watching him. I don't know though. Maybe I was reading more into it than was there, but sometimes I sensed a look in her eyes when she talked about the male stripper — something more than a fond memory of a good time. Maybe it was my fantasy that she might still fantasize about it...happening again.
Anyway, we were enjoying one of our favorite sex games — a card game that involves dares — when my wife got a card asking her to describe a fantasy. When I get this card, I got out on a limb with something wild, but typically she comes up with something safer. It might have been the wine or the joint we'd smoked earlier, but she started to blush at the thought of telling her fantasy before she'd even started.
It took some prodding, but finally she told me her fantasy: to have Nick the Stripper come back.
I would count Nick's first visit among the my erotic episodes ever, so all she had to do was suggest it and I was ready to roll. I called him the next day and set it up for that Saturday night. He had actually remembered us. When I told my wife that afternoon, she had two reactions—first, she was flustered and surprised that I had acted so soon, and second, she became visibly aroused. I think women fantasize as much as men, and I think she had been thinking a lot about Nick and his fine body.
Saturday night came in a hurry, and Nick was set to come by around 8 o'clock. I had set up some candles and soft music to set the mood. My wife had been in a state of distraction for a few days, and when she hadn't come downstairs by 7:45 I was starting to wonder if she had lost her nerve. When she came down about ten minutes later, I realized that losing her nerve wasn't an issue.
She had gotten dressed up. Sexy. I mean black, silky, lacy hot. My wife is a very attractive woman, very fit, and she was showing it off in a lacy black teddy covered by a silky black kimono. She even had on black high heels.
"Well, well," I said. "Looks like somebody is really looking forward to tonight."
She nodded, and then pointed to the front of my khakis, which had quickly become a tent. "You too, I guess," she said smiling.
Just as I was about to answer there was a knock on the door, and my wife quickly blushed, pulled her kimono tight around her and sat down on the couch.
It was Nick, and it was just like seeing an old friend. I welcomed him in, got him a glass of wine, and we walked into the den where my wife was. When he saw her he did a double take, realizing simultaneously that she was both hot and ... dressed to impress.
We went through a bit of small talk, smoked a joint, reminisced on old times and laughed, but I doubt any of us could remember what was said. The first encounter had been erotically charged but with an edge of uncertainty—this time there was a lot more erotic charge and less uncertainty.
We reached a lull in the conversation, and Nick filled it with a missile: "So who's idea was it for me to come this time?"
My wife giggled, crossed her long sexy legs, looked up and down the length of Nick's body, and placed a fingernail on the edge of her lips.
"Oh, it was MY idea this time," she said. Her eyes were shiny with mischief. Mine were glazing over.
"Well let me get started then," said Nick, who stood up and quickly unbuttoned the front of his shirt.
My wife was smiling and relaxed, not like the first time when she was nervous and probably wondering what I was thinking. We had had a few conversations over the last several months about how much I enjoyed watching her watch him undress, and her comfort level with the whole thing was much higher. MUCH higher.
Nick finished removing his shirt and began his slow movements toward my wife, who was sitting on the couch mesmerized but clearly enjoying every minute. Meanwhile, I was sitting on an adjacent chair, enjoying every second.
"Maybe you could give me a hand with this part," said Nick, pointing to his belt buckle.
My wife looked up at him with a devilish smile, and without hesitation she edged forward to the front of the couch. Moving like an expert, she put her hands on his thighs and then moved them slowly up until they met at the belt buckle. Her eyes moved from looking up at him to the buckle, and she carefully worked it off and then moved on to the clasp and zipper of Nick's jeans. I could tell she was anxious to see his cock free once again.
Not only anxious, I realized, but she had put it was becoming apparent that she had put some advanced thought into the whole thing. She put her hands on Nick's waist and slowly stood up, putting her small thin body tantalizing close to Nick's muscular physique. She still had her kimono on and closed, but it had gotten looser, and I'm sure Nick could make out the lacy teddy underneath.
Then, with one hand drifting across Nick's torso, she took a few slow steps until she was positioned behind him, and both of her hands then came up to embrace him from behind. Her hands started on his stomach, then drifted down until they slipped inside the open front of Nick's jeans. She slowly pushed his jeans downward to his knees, then let her hands slowly move back up over his thighs, lingering once again at the front of his tight black underwear. Then she slowly moved back around to Nick's front, letting her hand drag slowly across his ass.
"Was that enough of a hand?" she asked with a coy smile. She was looking up at him and her hands were comfortably on his torso.
Nick couldn't help but laugh. "That was more than enough of a hand," he said. "You were so good at that I might ask you to help me out of these underwear."
"Hmmm," purred my wife, looking over at me. "What do you think hon, do you think I should help him out of those?"
"Yes," I rasped, realizing my throat was dry. I swallowed. "I think you should."
"Well then, I guess I will," she said, looking back up at Nick.
Her body moved forward toward Nick, closing the small space between them, and her hands drifted around behind him and slid down to Nick's ass. As she pulled him toward her, her head found his chest, and she began to lightly kiss him across the chest as her hands massaged his ass.
Yes, in case you were wondering, I was enjoying it all very much thank you.
After an epic minute or so of this, she slid her hands down inside his briefs and started rubbing his bare ass, and she was just tall enough with her high heels to work her kisses up to Nick's neck.
Then she began working Nick's briefs off, first kneeling in front of him and then pulling them slowly down. When she freed his cock it was large and rock hard, and maybe half a foot from her admiring eyes. She took her sweet time pulling them down the rest of the way, because she was clearly enjoying the view.
Eventually her hands worked his briefs down to his ankles, and then she worked her hands back up his legs until they came to rest on either side of his turgid cock, barely an inch away from touching him.
Then she eased back onto the couch. "Whew," she said. "I'm getting dizzy."
"Yeah, me too," said Nick, laughing. "Who's paying who, by the way."
We all had a good laugh at that, and it was a nice tension breaker. Speaking personally, a tension breaker was something I really needed.
The tension breaker had an effect on Nick as well, as his rock hard erection had drifted down to half mast. My wife's eyes had hardly left Nick's cock, and she noticed about the same time that I did that there was a big drop of precum forming on the end of his cock. Her housekeeping instincts took over, and rather than letting the drop hit the carpet she shifted forward on the couch and reached a finger out to catch the drop. It happened so fast she probably didn't realize what she was doing, and when she did she couldn't help but smile.
So she's sitting there with this naked guy's cock just inches away, and she's got this sticky stuff on her finger, and she's really got nowhere to wipe her finger off, she did what came naturally. She put the finger in her mouth and licked it off.