Being on holidays is always a good excuse for getting up to a little mischief. Wearing and showing off sexy underwear, little interludes here and there and generally some hot fucking in every different town.
I'd already decided that I wanted to really get you worked up this time around. I'd checked online to find the best option, and it was clear that I'd found a real pearler. I'd made a booking and got the private room that I thought would afford you a balance between your natural effervescence and your concern about going a little too far when you were in the zone.
Some nice underwear - matching black satin panties and bra - under a suitably flexible skirt that you could slide a hand under or lift to offer me a nice panty-flash. The blouse was a little see-through, allowing the lace trim of your bra to be seen if you looked closely enough. Overall, it was a hot offering and I was looking forward to wherever things went.
We'd had a lovely dinner, and usual there was plenty of wine flowing...and suggestive comments as well. I'd given you several nice caresses over the course of the evening, on your arse, up your legs, and gently across your tits. And I'd certainly been repaid with a quick squeeze and several lovely views. If we'd gone straight back to the room then it would probably have been a very successful and hot night. But that wasn't the plan...not yet.
I'd chosen the restaurant on the basis that it was just a short walk both from the hotel and to the evening's entertainment. The temptation to use the walk for a little play was there, but I knew we had only a few minutes before the door were shut for the main event, so we hustled along.
It was down a little alleyway, and appeared a little dodgy. I knocked on the door and provided the bouncer with the relevant details. He made a quick call and a young man in a nice suit came to meet us. We were escorted past the main part of the venue and in to our private area. The pre-ordered bottle of bubbles was already there, and the curtains looking out to the stage were strategically positioned to ensure that while we could see the show, none of the other patrons could see us.
The host explained the rules; once the announcement about the private function was made we had to acknowledge that we would see adult content. As VIP guests we could interact directly with the performers within reasonable bounds - these were up to the performers. From the results of my online investigations I had established that the rules could be extremely flexible. The normal "look but don't touch" was not necessarily applicable.
There was a front couch in our little suite, and a comfortable chair just behind. We shared a glass of bubbles as I explained how I had found the place and what might happen. Essentially, as we had the VIP suite we (you) would be offered personal services, something akin to a private lap-dance, by one of the six performers...your choice. What transpired was between us, but it could not last more than five minutes...there were plenty of people who wanted to see the show.
Soon the lights dimmed, and the announcement was made...this was an adult show in which consenting performers would engage in overtly sexual behaviour. If you weren't up for that, this was the time to leave. From the hoots and cheers we guessed that everybody was here precisely because of that.
The curtain came up, and a tall muscular hunk began his parade. He certainly had the moves, and you obviously appreciated them...squeezing my hand and giving me a glance that told the story. When he got down to a skimpy g-string, the imposing bulge of his cock was enough to make you squeeze my hand a little tighter. What you weren't expecting was for him to casually slide a hand in to the little pouch and start caressing himself, until he just ripped that totally inadequate piece of material away and bared his rapidly hardening and totally adequate cock. And my, what a cock it was...definitely something that would provide some fantasy-chat at some stage.
His show was quite brief...perhaps five minutes. But it was hard-core - wanking his cock, sliding his hands up and down the shaft provocatively. This was way beyond any show you'd seen before; this was the real deal - and this was just the first of six individual shows, and after that...well, that was apparently where things might get really interesting.
A parade of hot young men traversed the stage for the next thirty minutes. All of them were clearly "free pass" material; if you get a free pass to go horny-fuck crazy you want to make sure that you get some top-quality talent to get it on with!
But number five...now he was in a league of his own. Having ogled four big fat cocks and their hot-bodied owners already, it was a real surprise to yourself that you could suddenly be even wetter and hornier. Your hand strayed to the hem of your skirt and lifted it up towards your panties. Your other hand let my hand go and slid across the smooth material that covered your pussy. I thought you were going to cum on the spot...perhaps you did too, judging by the sudden intake of breath.
It was incredibly hot watching my lovely wife playing with herself as she watched her fantasy-man disrobe and produce the finest cock of the evening; long and thick, perfectly shaped...and so goddamn hard. His whole body glistened with oil and sweat, his muscles rippled as he moved, and his hand stroked his sexy meat in a way that said he was ready for action.
