My name: Don Wilson. I'm a 28 year old college graduate with a BA in business. I currently manage one of my father's three fitness centers. I'm semi buffed out for the simple reason it wouldn't be cool to look like John Goodman.
Amy Wilson, also 28, is my sweetheart, best friend and lovely wife. She is only five feet tall and looks like a little girl next to my six foot, three inch frame.
She does a tone up workout on Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings before she goes to work. It definitely pays off. She had a perfect build with boobs to match her frame. I especially like her tight little ass. And no, I haven't been in it. She just too small. My thick seven and a half inches would do too much damage.
We met in college, like many people, dated till we graduated and married at the end of that summer. We've been married for six years. I want to start a family, but Amy keeps stalling. She says she just isn't ready to be a mom yet. Considering the fact that she has to do all the heavy lifting in childbirth, I deferred to her. Just to keep from going stir crazy, she works in a department store in the perfume and jewelry sections.
My best friend is Chuck. We were roommates all through college. He's one of those computer geeks on the inside but he is also semi buffed out. Of course, I give him all the free time he wants in the gym. He's engaged to Kathy, a cute little redhead he met on one of my treadmills. For some reason they haven't set a date yet. I don't want to know why, so I don't ask.
My Dad, Don Wilson, Sr is fifty two years old. He is semi retired. As soon as he graduated from high school he joined the Navy. The Vietnam War was in the beginning stages and he figured he would get drafted. He didn't want to die in some stinking jungle fighting a war that no one wanted.
He never got over that ocean. He almost made a career of it, but went to college on the GI Bill instead. He got a bachelors degree in mechanical engineering. Ten years later, with the help of Grandpa, he bought the company he was working for.
His love of the ocean got him into sailing. His first was an eight foot dingy that he outfitted with a sail and a dagger board hanging off the side. Over the years he kept trading up. The last one, and the one he has is a beautiful 40 ft. trimaran. He spent a lot of money going completely through it. He has his engineers remake all the winches and pulleys. They seriously over engineered everything. The electronics were state of the art.
We spent many weekends sailing around outside Charleston harbor. We made one month long cruise down to Central America, stopping off at most of the islands on the way. Ever once in a while he would talk to Mom about sailing to Europe in it. I was always hot for the idea. I had always wanted to see Europe. She balked at that idea so we didn't go. She was happy with the weekend sailing.
Four years ago he sold his engineering business and bought the three fitness centers. The balance was stashed in an offshore bank. He runs two of the fitness centers and he turned the third one over to me when I graduated from college. When I say he runs them, he checks in two or three times a week just to get out of the house. He has two excellent managers so there isn't much for him to do. I tease him, telling him he's richer than Croesus.
Amy's best friend is Julie. They've been friends since high school. She's single now after dumping her husband. He got into snorting coke and she dumped him when she found his stash under his car seat.
Once or twice a month, Amy spends a weekend with Julie. It's perfectly fine with me because I get a chance to either derp around the house watching sports or hook up with Chuck and hoist a few brews.
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"Honey, Julie called. It's your weekend to terrorize the sports bars with Chuck. She's free this weekend."
"Yeah, and you two get to terrorize the mall, right?"
"Of course. That's what girls do."
"Just try not to max out the Visa card, OK.?"
"No promises. I'm leaving from work tomorrow, so you might get some take out for dinner."
"I may make one of my famous mile high sandwiches instead. You know I won't starve."
She called me from the parking lot the next evening.
"HI, honey. I'm on my way."
"OK, drive careful."
"Love you."
"Love you too, bye bye."
"Sandwich time," I mumbled to myself. I got out a loaf of twelve grain bread, p-nut butter, baloney, ham, bacon, pepper cheese, tomato, and some lettuce. To wash it down, I got two small cans of hot and spicy V8. I set it all up on the coffee table and clicked on my 55 inch TV. I watched sports center and then went to the reruns of Gold Rush. I always rooted for Hoffman to score the mother lode. I didn't like little weenie ass Parker because he always had is nose up Tony Beets' ass.
I drank two beers watching the new Gold Rush episode and woke up at two in the morning to some televangelist selling miracle spring water and prayer cloths. I trudged into the bedroom and crashed.
I woke up Saturday morning to my phone singing to me. Tony wanted the day off to get his car worked on. I told him OK and I would work the counter for him. I stayed late and caught up on some paperwork. I got home about eight. I sat on the sofa eating the burger I had picked up and opened FB on my phone. I closed it and noticed a icon for find my phone. I had never used it before and had forgotten it was even there. I opened it and typed in Amy's number. It showed her at an address I didn't know. I knew it wasn't Julie's or the mall. I went in the den and turned on my PC. I opened google maps and typed in the address. I clicked on the earth icon and I saw a building with a sign on the chain link fence.
'Maxim Entertainment'
'Members only'
I opened my browser and entered the name. Their site opened. It was a company that furnished adult entertainment. There wasn't much there about what the entertainment was, but it offered a membership link and a phone number.
I went back to google maps and spun around. There was a good sized strip mall on the other side of the street. I thought about asking Amy about it, but gave up that idea real fast. I wasn't going there. I didn't want to have an argument about me spying on her and a tirade about trust. What's that thing about 'fools rush in where angels fear to tread.'
Maybe they went there for some females only strip show. I could see her tucking money in some big cocked guy's cock pouch. I chuckled at myself. I didn't have a problem about her going to a strip club. The worst that would happen would be her finding out I didn't have the biggest cock in the world.
Sunday found Chuck and I screaming at our respective teams at our favorite sports bar. We watched the morning and afternoon games before we left. I got home at about five and Amy was already home. I got the usual hello, hug and a kiss. We chatted about our weekend while we ate dinner. I got a blow job that night.
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Six months later
Friday night and Amy was off with Julie again. I got the usual call just before she left from work.
Saturday night I has just finished watching the Lakers lose another game in the last two minutes of the fourth quarter, and the 'Maxim Entertainment' popped in my pea brain. I thought about it for a few minutes and then it hit me. Strip clubs didn't have chain link fences around them. They were usually advertised as Gentleman's Clubs or something close to that. Now my mind was working. What the fuck was this place. I had seen some stuff on porn sites that had some woman getting gang banged by four or five guys with an audience gathered around. Usually it was a blonde with black guys working her over. I decided to check it out.
I turned on my laptop and opened the search engine. I typed in the name. A list of sites with Maxim in the titles popped up. I scrolled down and found it. A click it was open.
There was a one show introductory offer for $50. Then an offer for six months and one for a year. The yearly one cost $12000. Father down the page it gave a list of the show times and dates. They had one listed for tonight.
There was a menu bar at the top. I hovered on it and one option was the performers. I clicked on it and a window popped up requesting my user name and password.
I decided that it would be worth $50 to find out what the fuck was going on there. I entered my credit card number. It said I would get an e-mail with an authorization number. The e-mail was waiting and I copy pasted in the number and entered a user name. I clicked on the entertainers list and a list of .jpg files was available.
The first one on the list was Amy/Tyrone.jpg. I was in denial immediately. No way she was a performer there. Not my sweet little Amy. Not the woman I loved. Not a chance it was her. It had to be some other Amy. I just sat there looking at it. I wanted to open it and I didn't. I was torn. I hovered my cursor over it, closed my eyes and clicked. I kept my eyes closed. I was hyperventilating and sweating. A cold ball of ice formed in my stomach. I had to look. I opened my eyes and saw her.
The ball of ice in my stomach started rolling around. I barely made it to the bathroom. I spent the next fifteen minutes yarking up most of my intestinal organs. On shaking legs I walked back to my desk.
Tyrone was cradling her in his arms. One under her knees and one under her back. One of her arms was around his neck and the other was stretched out and if she was accepting cheers from her audience. I zoomed in and increased the size of the page and scrolled her face to the middle. No question. It was her.
I sat there just staring at her, the image burning into my brain.
I sat there with horrible images and thought running through my mind with tears running down my cheeks. The last one stuck in my mind. I was a lonely old man sitting on a park bench, bundled up against the cold, feeding bread crumbs to some pigeons.
I I did a screen capture and saved it on my desktop. I opened my photo editor and cropped the picture out. I plugged my phone in and copied it to my phone. I sat there for a few minutes debating sending the text message that would end my marriage. The big ball of ice in my stomach and the pain in my heart made up my mind.
The text read, "I loved you with all my heart. I wish it had been enough"
I attached the cropped photo and tapped send.
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Amy
My first introduction to the sex show was something epic for me. Julie talked me into going with her. I knew what to expect, but I never suspected how much of an impact it would have on me. It was just about five minutes into the first one that my hand found my pussy. I was so turned on my panties were soaked. I slid my hand inside and came in thirty seconds. I had three more before it was over. Julie just sat there smiling at me.
"Pretty hot, huh?"
"Oh my god. I never expected that. My pussy was screaming for attention."
"Wanna know a secret?"
"OK, what."
"I've done three of these shows."
"Done them. What do you mean?"
"I was down there on the stage. The first time it was just one guy. His cock was at least nine inches. I came so hard I passed out. The next one was a huge black guy. He only had about eight inches, but his cock was so fat I couldn't hardly walk. The orgasms are off the charts."
"Holy shit, Julie. I would never have suspected."
"You know what else?"
"What?"
"I'll bet you would like it too."
"Oh no. I couldn't. What if Don found out. He would leave me in one second."
"You dummy. How would he find out? Just think about it. Orgasms that are like a religious experience."
"My god, Julie. You're a bad influence on me."
"A big black cock would be an influence on you too. Seeing your white hands holding that black monster while you give it a kiss. You would lick some of that pre cum off the head. It would be too big for you to suck it. You would be begging him to shove it in your white pussy. Then watching it slide in and out. And the best part is when he cums, filling you with that hot black cum. You would be screaming while he fills your hot little white pussy."
"Damn, is it really that good."
