It was a Saturday night and my wife and I had just finished dinner at a nice restaurant. My wife had a couple of glasses of wine and she was feeling buzzed. I could tell she was feeling good because she had been flirting with the waiter.
We have been married seven years and every time she gets drunk, she gets very flirty. I really do not mind, since she is a very attractive thirty-year-old woman and I get off on the fact other men would like to fuck her. She is not bone thing like the supermodels, but she has curves in the places where it counts the most.
As we went out to the car, Stacey suggested we go over to a local strip club. When she suggested this, I knew I would probably have a night of wild sex. Every time we had ever gone to the club, she always got worked up getting lap dances from the strippers and watching me get a lap dances also. One of the reasons we liked this particular club was the private couples dance floor that really let us get down and dirty.
Since I am never opposed to seeing gorgeous naked women, I readily agreed to Stacey’s suggestion. I could feel a bulge in my pants thinking that maybe she would end up on stage again. The last time we were there, the stripper pulled her up on stage and completely disrobed my wife. Seeing the other guys drool at my wife’s naked body definitely got me hard that night.
As I looked over my wife, I knew a stripper would not have any problem getting her clothes off. She was wearing a plain white, three-quarter sleeve oxford shirt. She had it buttoned so that you could some cleavage, but not the lace push-up bra she was wearing underneath that pushed up her c-cup tits. Her khaki skirt went to just above her knee. Underneath I knew she was wearing the briefest of g-strings, which covered a beautiful bald pussy.
My anticipation of the club only grew in my mind. However, I was not expecting what eventually happened.
The evening at the club started off as the rest of our trips had. We got some drinks, dirty danced at watched the strippers. As I expected, Stacey was pulled, with little resistance from her, onto the stage with one of the strippers. The two seductively danced and had every guy in the club watching. Soon, both my wife and the stripper were only in their g-strings and were doing everything short of having lesbian sex on the stage.
The way Stacey was into it surprised me. We had always talked about adding another woman or man to our sex life, but it always been just talk. However, I was rock hard, as were many other men, from watching my wife.
After the songs ended, Stacey put her clothes back on, minus the bra, which had ripped during the performance. She walked over to me and asked me what I thought of the performance. I think I was able to mumble something about how awesome it was watching her perform sexually.
After a short time on the dance floor, the drinks had finally forced me to have to visit the restroom and I excused myself to the men’s room. When I came out, I noticed Stacey was in the middle of a group of four guys in the early-mid twenties. Well, one of the guys looked like he was the reason they were at the club. It was either his birthday or bachelor party, and while he was not stumbling drunk, he was feeling good.
I noticed my wife had her hand one of the guys, the blonde one, arm, and he had his hand around her waist. Judging from her reaction, they were probably complimenting her on her earlier performance. I decided to hang in the background and watch my wife, now drunk, flirt with these guys.
I found a seat where I could watch her. When I sat down, her eyes met mine and she smiled seductively. Then she began slowly to stroke the back of his arm. She also began to flirt with the other three. I noticed the blonde guys hand was planted firmly on my wife’s ass. At the same time, one of the other guys, he had black hair, had his hand on her hip.
Pretty soon, birthday boy needed to go to the bathroom, and his other friend, the one with brown hair, went with him. Within seconds, my wife was leading the other two to the dance floor. My seat gave a good view to watch the three of them and they immediately began sandwiching my wife, who looked like she was enjoying having two men pressed up against her with their hands going everywhere.
Blondie began to slowly pull Stacey skirt and had his hand under it. Judging by her reaction, he was definitely playing with her pussy. Black hair guy had unbuttoned her shirt and was massaging her tits. Stacey, in return, was massaging his rod through his pants.
I had always wondered what it would be like to see my wife with another man. I had absolutely no jealousy during this and had one of the hardest erections of my life.
Stacey then began to kiss the black hair guy, while blondie continued to bring her close orgasm. As black hair guy was kissing her, blondie stopped finger her and began to kiss her neck. He lifted her unbuttoned shirt and kissed her all the way down her spine. Soon he was under her skirt, obviously eating her pussy.
The sensation of a man eating her pussy while another kissed her and massaged her tits was too much. I could tell Stacey had an earth shattering orgasm because of the way her body shook violently. I felt somewhat jealous that these two other men had brought my wife to orgasm, but the eroticism of watching my wife the way I had always watched porn stars trumped whatever jealousy I felt.
After her orgasm, the three of them left the dance floor, and Stacey excused herself to the bathroom. The two guys joined their other friends. It looked as if birthday boy was on the verge of passing out, but brown hair dude looked very interested in hearing about my wife on the dance floor from his friends.
The three of them were still talking when a dressed again Stacey rejoined them. They continued chatting for a little while, while birthday boy was drunkenly oblivious to anything around him. The four of them were in deep conversation while three guys flirtfully pawed at her and she at them. My trance of watching my wife was broken when she suddenly pointed in my general direction and the three guys looked my way.
I did not know what was going on, but I felt somewhat uneasy these three bigger guys were now aware of my presence. Then, Stacey began walking my direction. When she got to me, she just straddled my lap and began to kiss me deeply. She was also grinding her hot pussy into my hard dick.
She then stopped kissing me and whispered something in my ear I will never forget. While she was still grinding into my rock hard cock, she whispered to me, “You know how you’re always talking about wanting to watch me fuck another man?”
I nodded as she continued. “You see the drunk guy? It is his bachelor party and his friends want him to get laid before he gets married next week.”
My mind was racing about what my wife was telling me, but the overriding horniness I was feeling made me even more excited about how this was all unfolding.
“They had been planning on trying to get one of the strippers,” Stacey continued to whisper in my ear, still grinding her crotch into my cock. “But they said if I was willing and you were okay with it, they would give me $500 dollars cash to fuck him.”
She leaned back to watch my face as I processed the information she just told me. My face must have had a puzzled look because she quickly added that if I did not approve, she would not do it.
“Do you want to fuck the guy,” I asked.
“I’m so horny right now, I want to fuck all of them,” she replied.
“As long as I get to watch you fuck him, I’m all for it,” I said.
“Okay,” Stacey said. “Then after its all over, I will fuck you anyway you want it. How’s that?”
After I nodded approval, Stacey gave the group of guys a thumbs up. They got up and proceeded to the door.
Stacey told me they had agreed to meet at the nearest hotel. They would get the room and we would meet them in the lobby.
On the car ride over to the hotel, Stacey made sure I was okay with everything.
“You know,” she told me, “that when things get started, you can’t stop them. If you do, then they may get out of hand. You need to let me know now if you are uncomfortable with this.”
“I know,” I replied. “I’m about ready to bust out of my pants I’m so hard right now thinking about this, but I do have one thing. Condoms?”
“They said they had some,” my wife said.
We pulled into the parking lot as our conversation ended. When we got out of the car, Stacey walked with unbelievable confidence about this encounter. It was as if she had played this fantasy out in her head several times before tonight.
When we walked into the lobby, it was about 2 a.m. and the four guys were there waiting for us. Stacey introduced me to them. The bachelor boy’s name was Todd. He was very drunk, but was still able to know what was going on around him. The blonde hair guy’s name was Steve. Brown haired dude was Mike and black hair man’s name was Jim.
Stacey and I followed them up to the room. They had gotten a basic room with two double beds. Steve, who was obviously the leader of the group, asked if I was okay with my wife fucking Todd. I said I was, and he gave me the $500.