"Why do you have to leave me now, John?" she whined, pouting her soft lips at me. "Can't you stay just a little longer? You won't be sorry. " She playfully lifted her short skirt and slowly ran her hands up the inside of each tanned thigh. She spread her slender legs apart, giving me an excellent view of her white lace panties as she traced her fingertips along the edges of her panties.
"Don't do that to me, Sarah" I begged my legs weakening from watching her. "You know I always go out with the guys Tuesday nights. I won't be gone all night. You won't have to wait long. "
I had to admit, the sight of my gorgeous wife's panty covered crotch rarely failed to get my blood pumping. But I had to be strong. I could see that Sarah was feeling sexy, and in this mood, if she got her way, I wouldn't be leaving the house for the rest of the night!
Let me explain a little about my wife. Picture the most beautiful woman you've ever seen in a magazine. Tall, blond, perfect body -- that's Sarah. I honestly don't know how I got so lucky. She has one of those faces that a person could just stare at all day. Her big blue eyes are piercing. Seeing her glare at me with lust when she's on top of me fucking my brains out is an image forever etched in my mind. She is very into keeping fit and exercising so her body is just as supple and firm as it was the day she turned eighteen. She is always wearing tight, short skirts that show off her perfectly shaped ass. I have a hard time keeping my hands off it when we're together. And as nice as I thought her 34B breasts were before, we invested in some enhancement surgery a year ago and now she has spectacular C cups. Ever since, she has used every opportunity to flaunt them. Nothing turns me on more than just watching my sexy wife and seeing other guys and even girls check her out. I even encourage her to show off a little just so I can watch other guys try and flirt with her and sometimes watch her flirt back.
"I'll be back before you know it!" I said as I slipped his jacket on and moved towards the front door. Sarah, though, was not about to give up so easily.
"Fine! I'll come with you then!"
I searched his mind for an excuse for her not to join me. Tuesday nights weren't simply just a night out with the guys. Tuesday nights were when Crystal had the main stage at the local strip bar. All the guys and I had stumbled in there a while back on a Tuesday night and saw her perform. We've been loyal fans ever since. Besides being extremely gorgeous, Crystal puts on the most erotic and wildest display each time she takes the stage. Occasionally a lucky participant from the crowd is chosen to join her on stage which always leads to orgasmic results for both him and her.
"You'll be totally bored, it's just a bunch of guy's talking and drinking," I said pathetically. But Sarah seemed to have made up her mind and was already putting on her coat. I briefly thought about agreeing with her initial demand and dragging her back up to the bedroom and fucking her silly, but I thought that would be too obvious. There really was nothing I could do but let her come along.
Off we went. Sarah had not even bothered to change out of her short skirt and thin halter top. It was hard to take my eyes off her as we drove. With every breath she took, her breasts seemed like they were closer and closer to falling out of her tight and low cut top. Her skirt rose so high as she sat I could see an occasional glimpse of white from her panties. The entire drive I was still tempted to just pull over and fuck her in the back seat. Coming to a stop in the strip bar's parking lot, it became obvious what our destination was.
"Just talking and drinking with the guys, huh?" Sarah said, crossing her arms and giving me a sly grin. "So this is why your always so horny when you come home Tuesday nights. " She leaned over and gave me a quick peck on the cheek and hopped out of the car. Watching her get out of the car, I caught a quick view of her ass before she pulled her skirt back down.
As we entered the dark club, a few heads turned to look at her. I could hardly blame them. Everything about her was sexy. Watching her strut in front of me, I noticed she was even wearing what she called her "fuck me" shoes. I was somewhat surprised at how excited she seemed to be in this testosterone environment.
We went to the bar where I ordered us a few drinks. Sarah practically downed hers as we made our way to a table where a bunch of my buddies were already sitting and drinking.
"What's this, John?" said one of the men as we both sat down, "brought the wife along today have you?" A few chuckles went around the table as I mumbled something about having little choice in the matter.
"You all know Sarah, I think? - Sarah these are the guys!" Brief hello's were exchanged and the conversation continued as it had done before we arrived. I watched as each guy seemed to take turns checking out Sarah as the conversations went on. I had to hide my smiles as each of the men around the table tried to sneak quick glances at Sarah's boobs through her top. Perhaps this wouldn't be too bad, I thought. It was kind of fun watching my friends check out my wife. I placed a hand gently on her knee underneath the table and squeezed it playfully, but when Sarah opened her legs slightly allowing me further access, I realized that she was still in a horny mood! Although her action came as a bit of a shock to me, I was quite relieved. The main entertainment was about to start, and I still wasn't really sure how she would react to it. Sarah was no prude, that much I knew for certain, but I wondered what her reaction would be when she saw Crystal's act and learned about our group's devotion to her.
The lights in the main body of the club suddenly dimmed and an eerie silence fell. A spotlight illuminated the center stage and all eyes awaited Crystal's appearance.
"What's happening?" Sarah whispered in my ear, her hand suddenly resting on my thigh.
"Shhh... just wait, you'll see!"
A low rock beat could suddenly be heard through the wall speakers. The guitars and drums gradually increased in tempo and as the music reached a frenzied crescendo, a tall, scantily dressed woman danced onto the stage amid cheers and whistles from the audience, especially from our booth.
I looked over at Sarah to gauge her reaction and noticed her head and body were moving with the music. She seemed to be enjoying herself.
"That's Crystal," I whispered in my wife's ear. "She's here every Tuesday night. Me and the guys are sort of her fan club. " It was difficult to figure out what she was thinking. She only continued to move with the beat and gaze at the stage. "We can leave if you're uncomfortable. "
"No way!" she said suddenly coming back to life. "I've gotta see this!"
The whistling and cheering lulled to a dull roar as Crystal began her routine. She was spectacular as usual. While she danced, I took a look around the club. It was somewhat crowded and yet I began to realize that, apart from Crystal, Sarah was the only other female in the room. The men that were there, all had their eyes firmly fixed on the stage. Looking at my wife again, I saw a little smile begin to form as she watched Crystal perform. Sarah seemed to be almost hypnotized by what she saw and at the same time, her hand seemed to be tightening its grip on my thigh.
"She's very good," Sarah muttered to me, her eyes still fixed on Crystal's gyrating body.