We were in the cabin my wife and I, and the third man. Arnie, my so called childhood friend. But thinking back I wasn't really sure I could ever call him a friend. Sometimes he had been more of a bully.
I was absolutely stunned by the story my wife had just told us. A story about a sexual adventure she'd had before she met and married me. My wife was changing before my eyes as she unveiled her sexual secrets to us.
"That's quite a story," Arnie says, empty beer can in hand. "Now, how about you dance for me?"
"Maybe just a little, then," she says. "Don't get up, Arnie. I'll get you another beer."
She puts on a hip hop track on her iPad, and shuffles over to the fridge to the beat of the music. She bends over slowly, fetching a beer, and giving us a quick glimpse of dark panties under her miniskirt. She starts dancing rehearsed moves. A little clumsy at first, but she's getting into it. A lot of swaying hips, ass down low. Her eyes kind of glaze over, like she's going into character as someone else. Someone who clearly isn't my wife. She dances over to Arnie's chair, opens his beer while she sways to the rhythm, and gives it to him.
"If this dance comes from the strip joints in Tampa, aren't you wearing too much clothes?" Arnie laughs.
Lisa follows the beat, losing herself in the music, dancing like a pro now. Then, in the middle of a complex move, she grabs her tank top. Incorporating the move into the dance, she expertly takes it off and throws it at me. It lands in my lap. She then covers her tiny tits with her hands, feigning shyness, and turns back facing Arnie. She sensually reveals her tits to him, presenting them like some kind of offering, nipples all erect.
"Yeah, but what about the lapdance?" Arnie takes another sip of beer,
My wife dances closer to him, placing her long legs on either side of his thighs. She then sways her hips low above his crotch to the beat of the music. The miniskirt slides slightly up her thighs towards her hips, and from behind I see her panties under there. Black silk, lace trimmings.
She grabs his hands, puts them on her tits.
"Isn't this what the exotic dancers do, if you tip well?" She laughs loudly over the music. He starts rubbing her small tits, they almost disappear in his large hands. He pinches her nipples. One of his hands finds its way around her, back to her ass, trying to find a way into her panties. But she reacts by getting up, elegantly stepping away from him.
"Naughty, naughty," she says flirtingly and wags her finger at him. We're getting to the end of the song. "I think they usually finish like this," she says. She dances with her ass towards Arnie. Her thumbs under the edge of her miniskirt, pulling it up. The black panties make a beautiful contrast to her delicate skin. Then she bends forward at the waist, and while she sways to the rhythm with her hips and ass, she grabs her panties on each side of her hips. Her ass is closer to him now, giving him a glorious view. Slowly pulling her panties down her ass. Pulling them down to her knees, letting them slip down around her ankles.
I'm a paralyzed witness to the scene. My wife has stripped naked in front of a guy she met today. And with her husband watching.
As the music stops she trips on her own panties, probably planned, and she falls backwards down in Arnie's lap. He catches her, she laughs loudly, out of breath, slightly sweating. She leans forward, stretching for Arnie's beer that's on the table. She takes a large sip, still sitting nude in Arnie's lap. I see him maneuvering behind her. Has he opened his pants?
"Hey," Lisa says and looks back at him. "That stuff is against the rules in this strip club."
"What's against the rules?" he says.
"Hands touching the dancer's private parts," she giggles.
"That's not my hand," he says.
"What is it then?" she whispers.
"What do you think?"
"Your cock," she pants. A spasm runs through her body. She squeezes her eyes shut. Does it hurt? She leans forward, planting her hands flat on the floor.
Finally she looks me in the eyes for the first time in hours. I expect her to get up, stop this dangerous game right now, it's already gone way too far. She does lift her hips slightly, trembling. But then she slowly lowers herself into his lap again.
"Is he inside you?" I ask, my voice trembling.
"Yes, your buddy's cock is inside my pussy. Without a condom." She lifts her ass slightly, before sinking back down on his cock. "It's so big," she moans. She tries to ride him faster, but obviously can't since her pussy's so tight on his cock.
Suddenly Arnie grabs behind her knees and lifts her all the way up in his lap, easily, like she was a small doll. Her pussy is exposed to me, and I get a clear view of how huge his cock looks in her small pussy. Her trimmed bush is glistening with her juices, and drops of it are running down his thick shaft. Her feet are dangling to the sides, still with her Vans shoes on, like she was some kind of porn star. Her mini skirt is still on, but high up around her waist now.
Arnie holds her in a tight grip and pulls his dick all the way out of her pussy. Then he thrusts it back in with a sudden lifting of his hips. Lisa screams, mostly from pleasure. She's filled to the brim. Then he starts fucking her like this, with hard thrusts. Slapping against her thighs and her ass, while his big cock pistons in and out of her married pussy. She screams, moans his name, and mumbles something about "giant cock in my tiny pussy".
