The Summer Of Love Ch 02

This will probably be the last installment of this story, although there's more that happened after this. I haven't decided if I want to write about all that yet. I'll let you know. Again, names have been changed and some dialogue has been slightly embellished. Enjoy!

Summer 2005

Stevie had locked herself in the bathroom for a good forty-five minutes getting ready for our Saturday night out with "the girls," Carrie and Shannon, our lesbian couple friends. I didn't know if she was primping and preening for the night out or getting herself off from the thought of what had happened the night before. Carrie had persuaded Stevie, my wife of less than a year, to get naked and let her lick her clit until she came. No less, she did it while I drunkenly watched and jacked my hard cock until I shot my spunk all over the bedroom floor. It was definitely hot for all three of us and I hoped that the next night's antics would be just as sizzling.

Stevie loved the local strip club in our town. She loved watching the dancers gyrate and twirl on the chrome poles. She loved the way they strutted across the stage wearing next to nothing while men placed money mere inches from their most intimate areas. I didn't know how much she liked the club until we the third time we went there, a few months before we were married.

Spring 2004

"Happy birthday, baby." I said when I got home from work. Stevie was sitting on the couch chatting with her mother on her cell phone. She bid her mom a quick goodbye then leapt off the couch and into my arms. Her lips mashed to mine and her tongue found its way between my teeth and twisted around my own tongue.

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "I haven't even given you your present yet!"

"You don't have to give me anything!" Stevie answered, her arms still wrapped around my neck, her face half an inch from mine. "I know where you're taking me tonight and that's all I need. That and your hard cock after we get home!" She kissed me once more then bounded off to the bathroom to prepare for her night out. I knew where she wanted to go. Downtown Gravel City has three adult clubs, but only one, Uli's, held any allure for my fiancé. We had gone there on a whim one night and Stevie instantly fell in love with the place and the staff. Most notably, the entertaining women. I bought numerous lap dances for her that night and when we arrived back home, we had some of the wildest sex we'd ever had.

After that first night, I was determined to take Stevie back and see if we could have a repeat of the first time. She was very eager to go back, so two weeks later, we found ourselves sitting up front at the east end of Uli's large dance stage with drinks on the table and wads of dollar bills to tip the working girls. This night, Stevie made a friend of one of the dancers. A well-built olive-skinned Italian woman who danced by the name of Chyna sauntered to our table for chit-chat and more. When she asked if we wanted to climb the stairs to the private rooms, I handed Stevie five $20 bills and told her to go have fun, that I'd be right here when she was finished. It didn't take long for Chyna to get Stevie out of her chair and up the steps to the dimly-lit private dance area.

When Stevie returned nearly an hour later, she looked like she had been thoroughly ridden hard and put away extremely moist. Her hair was disheveled and her lipstick a bit smeared even after she had stopped at the ladies' room to straighten up. When I asked if she had fun, a grin crept on to her face and widened to a full-on toothy smile.

"Holy shit!" Stevie hollered over the thumping music. When she heard how loud her voice was, Stevie quickly put a hand over her mouth and giggled slightly. She then put her mouth close to my ear and spoke just loud enough for me to hear her.

"You'll never guess what she did." Stevie said into my ear.

"What?" I asked.

"She made me cum..." she replied. "Right there in the dance booth. Not with her hands or her mouth though. With her leg."

"With her leg?" I repeated her last statement as a question for clarification.

"Yes," Stevie responded. "She's very fit and her leg muscles are so toned that she could flex them fast enough to get me off while I straddled her thigh. Isn't that awesome?"

"Yes, it is!" I answered. And I meant it. That really was something. I was a tad jealous. I wanted to know if she could do that for me as well, but sadly, we never got the chance to find out that night. Chyna had danced on stage once more then called it a night. We sat and watched a few more dancers, but none held Stevie's attention like Chyna did that night, so we left and made our way home. Stevie was ready for action that night and attacked me on the front deck before I unlocked the door. I finally made my way inside and Stevie immediately stripped and shucked my jeans off me. Her mouth went straight to my stiff dick and she engulfed me past her teeth and into her throat right there in the living room. Before I could shoot my wad down her gullet, I pulled myself out of her maw then spun her around. I bent her across the arm of our comfortable couch and slammed my rod deep into her soaking snatch. I pummeled her box until my balls could take no more and I released a torrent of cum deep into Stevie's wet depths. We retired to the bedroom for more fun and didn't get to sleep until past 4am that night/morning.

Now it was time to return to Uli's, this time for Stevie's thirtieth birthday. I had asked her if there was anyone she wanted to invite along, but she said she wanted to be with me and me alone that night. I couldn't argue with that, so I made reservations for two at her favorite Italian restaurant, then after the meal, we made our way to Uli's to partake in another round of naughty-bad-fun.

We found a table near the stage so that we could get a prime view of the action. Uli's allowed patrons to lay down on the stage to give the dancers their tips, and Stevie was always one of the first to recline on to the hardwood elevated floor and beckon the girls to her with a dollar or two. The ladies all loved the female patrons, especially one so pretty and eager as Stevie, and the regularly gave her extra attention in the form of nipple pinches and crotch rubs. None of this was lost on the male contingent in the club and they always showed their appreciation with applause for Stevie and her scantily-clad counterpart(s).

We were about an hour and two drinks in when Stevie spotted Chyna walk in the front door wearing her street clothes. Stevie first waved, then jumped up to meet her favorite performer at the bar. The two talked for a few then Chyna hugged Stevie and went up the stairs to the restrooms/private area. Stevie came back to the table, a dejected look on her face.

"What's wrong, honey?" I asked as she flopped down next to me at the table.

"She's not working tonight," a visibly disappointed Stevie answered. "She just stopped in to get her paycheck then she's gotta go. Damn!"

"Well," I replied, "Let's try to have fun anyway." I tried to hide the smile on my face as best I could. I knew the real reason Chyna was there, and it was because I had called the club earlier that day to see if she was working. Not only was she working that day, but she was already there and available to speak with me if it didn't take more than a couple minutes. Five seconds later, I was speaking with Stevie's favorite dancer and filled her in on the reason for our visit that night. Chyna said she would make sure it would be a night neither one of us would forget, then begged off quickly because she had to get on stage. I didn't know what she had planned, but I trusted her to make it memorable.

We continued to watch the dancers take it off and Stevie kept laying on the stage to give the girls their tips. One or two of the dancers got bold and lifted Stevie's shirt up so that her red bra was visible to the other patrons, which elicited a round of claps and hoots from the men in attendance. Once dancer even unzipped Stevie's jeans and exposed her black thong, which brought on yet another round of whoops from the guys. Just as I thought Chyna had possibly forgotten about us, the DJ called all the dancers to the stage and the lights went dim. Two seconds later sirens began to wail through the bar and the colored stage lighting began to flash and strobe as the dancers filled the platform. In the middle of the stage, one lone chair sat empty with a spotlight shining directly over it. The DJ finally spoke and let the cat out of the bag.

"Hey, guys!" he began. "We have a birthday in the house! We're gonna need Miss Stevie to come up on to the stage and sit in that chair!"

Stevie looked at me, puzzled at first. My smile gave me away.

"You told them, didn't you?!" she asked, playfully punching me in the arm.

"I told someone," I replied, "and she took it from there."

"She?" asked Stevie, even more puzzled than before.

I pointed to the stage and said, "Yep." Stevie turned to the center and saw Chyna standing behind the chair in her dancing clothes, black leather bra and matching thong and knee boots. Chyna pointed to Stevie then to the chair, beckoning her to come up and sit center stage.

"You'd better get up there," I said to my fiancé. "I don't think she's a woman that's accustomed to repeating her demands." With that, Stevie climbed up the steps and joined the dancers in the middle of the riser. They sat Stevie in the chair, then the DJ told her to sit on her hands, that she couldn't touch the girls, but they could touch her. The music cranked up and the dancers went to work on Stevie, gyrating their pussies and asses in her face and riding her crotch like they would any male guest. After all the dancers had a turn teasing Stevie, Chyna stepped up and stood in front of her. The DJ spoke once more.

"OK, guys!" he shouted into the microphone. "Chyna's got something special for this one. Who wants to see the birthday girl in her birthday suit?!"

The whole bar erupted in cheers at the thought of seeing Stevie naked on stage. She tried to protest, looked at me for help, but I just slowly shook my head. It was out of my hands now.

"We're gonna need a few bucks for the birthday girl to get naked so let's see those greens, gentlemen!" the DJ ordered the throngs of men at the edges of the stage and the guys did as they were told. Hundreds of dollars were quickly flung to the wooden platform and the dancers scooped up the bills and began counting. When they finished, they reported their haul to the jockey.

"Not bad, fellas!" the DJ continued. "$376. But we need to get to $500 before this little lady shows us her skin. C'mon, dig deeper, boys!"

In a flash, more money floated on to the stage and the dancers speedily collected it as before. They counted again and spoke to the DJ.

"OK, there it is!" he yelled. "$558! You did it so here's your reward! Let's get the birthday girl into her birthday suit!"

The DJ turned the deafening music up even louder then Chyna went to work on Stevie. Before she knew what was happening, Chyna had whipped Stevie's blouse up over her head and off her arms and shoulders until she was bare save for her red lacey bra. Chyna then grabbed Stevie by the waistband of her jeans and pulled her in close. At the wild cheers of the men in the club, Chyna planted a huge kiss on Stevie's mouth while her hands fumbled with the button on the front of her pants. Chyna unfastened the button then slid the zipper down, loosening the jeans on Stevie's hips. Chyna squatted down and shimmied Stevie's pants off her hips until they pooled around her ankles like a denim puddle. Chyna helped Stevie slip the jeans over her clear plastic heels until the pants were completely off. Stevie stood before the bar in the spotlight clad only in her skimpy bra and even skimpier black thong.

Stevie's beautiful body was on display for the guys in the club and they shouted their approval. Stevie waved to the guys and made like she was going to leave the stage. Chyna stopped her at the stairs and the DJ piped up on the PA.

"Uh-uh, little birthday girl," he said. "These guys paid to see you naked. You're not finished yet, right, guys?!"

The crowd cheered wildly as Chyna pulled Stevie back to the center of the riser and spun her around so that everyone could see her. Chyna said something to Stevie, but I couldn't hear through the deafening chorus of men cheering for my nearly-naked soon-to-be wife. Chyna reached her hands behind her back and unclasped her bra, showing off her perky tits. She strutted topless for the guys to see then walked behind Stevie. Chyna grabbed the clasps on Stevie's bra and slowly unfastened them until the meeting parted and the straps loosed on her shoulders. As the bra fell away, Stevie first grabbed it in an attempt to cover herself, then I saw her shrug as she seemingly resigned herself to the situation then let the bra fall to the floor, exposing her bare tits and hard nipples.

Incredible cheers went up as the bra hit the stage and Stevie's big boobs came into view. She leaned forward and shook her round globes for the melee of men in the bar then felt a tug at her waist. Before she knew what was happening, Chyna had literally ripped Stevie's thong from her hips and thrown it in my direction. Stevie stood naked except for her high heels on her feet and her engagement ring on her left hand. And in front of a throng of horny frenzied-cheering men. She took a page from Chyna's book and strutted around the stage waving to the out-of-control crowd.

When we got home that night, Stevie sat me down on out couch and told me to wait there; she'd be right back. Two minutes later, music came pounding out of our stereo and Stevie walked out dressed in a half-tank top and black thong and wearing the shoes that she had worn to the club and on the stage that night. I was treated to the first, but not the last, of Stevie's private strip shows.

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Summer 2005

It had been a while since Stevie's nude experience at Uli's, and we reminisced about it often as a way of enhancing our sex life. Now she wanted to go back and take Carrie and Shannon with us. My mind raced with the possibilities of what may happen at, and after, the club. Stevie dressed seductively in a white button-up top that stopped just above her navel and a hip-hugging jean skirt that the string of her tiny thong peeked out over the waistband. Carrie and Shannon had to take the kids to the sitter's, so they said they would meet us at Uli's, and that they were anticipating a fun time for all of us.

The club was pretty uneventful compared to the last time we were there. We found out that Chyna had left there a few months ago to pursue a professional wrestling job out-of-state. Although there were many beautiful dancers there that night, none held the allure for Stevie. She didn't go to the private dance area with any of the women working there that night, but she did lay on the stage and tip a few of them. By midnight, we were ready to go home. Carrie and Shannon agreed to meet us back at our place for a "nightcap."

When we arrived back home, Stevie excused herself and went into the bedroom. She asked Carrie to find some suitable music for her to dance to then closed the door to change. Carrie fiddled with the stereo and found some music that my wife could strip to. Carrie then beckoned me to the den so her and I could chat.

"She said she wanted to put on a show for us," Carrie began. "You know where this might lead, right?"

"Yes, I do." I answered.

"Will you be able to just watch, like last time?" Carrie asked.

"Could you?" I replied with a question of my own.

Before Carrie could answer, we heard the music turn up, so we went back to the living room. Per Stevie's request, Shannon had moved the coffee table toward the entertainment center so that there was more open space. Shannon was sitting in the rocking chair next to the picture window, curtains drawn. I took a seat in the middle of the couch while Carrie chose to sit on the arm of the couch closest to the dining room. When the door creaked open, all three of us turned our heads to see what Stevie had in store for us.

A collective snap of jaws could be heard as all three of our mouths gaped open. There was no doubt what she was going to do. Stevie walked out of the bedroom stark naked except for a pair of platform heels. As her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room, she began her seductive dance. Stevie danced in front of Shannon first and showed her everything she had. Then she skipped over me and began to gyrate in front of Carrie, running her hands over her large tits and hard nipples, then running a single finger up and down her dampening slit for a few before she twirled away and focused her attention on me.

Stevie came to me on the couch and sat her naked ass on my lap. She leaned back and ground her sexy rear and wet pussy against my hardening cock. She rubbed her tits some more for the enticement of Carrie and Shannon then stood up from my crotch. Stevie was so wet that she left a damp spot on my denim-clad dick. She spun around to face me then knelt in front of me so that she was eye-level with my cock. Stevie reached for my fly and began to undo the button on my jeans. When she pulled my zipper down, I managed to get out, "Baby... I..." but that was it.

Stevie put a finger to her lips to quiet me. She wanted this and was not to be denied. When my pants were undone, Stevie grabbed the waistband and tugged my jeans and boxer briefs down, exposing me in front of our guests. Exhibitionism in front of our friends may have been on Stevie's mind, but I hadn't counted on it. I'm sure I blushed in the darkish front room of my house, but it was too poorly lit to tell. Nevertheless, I'm positive all eyes were on my erect dick sticking straight in the air while I sat on the couch. I'm also sure that Carrie and Shannon got a good view of Stevie leaning forward and licking the tip of my cock. Stevie took my rigid pecker in her hand and leaned in to stuff it in her mouth. Just before she did, I saw her tilt her head toward Shannon and give her a quick wink as she opened her maw and slipped my cock between her hot painted lips.

I sat back against the back of the couch and let Stevie take me into her mouth and throat. She had never been much on blowjobs, but tonight Stevie was on a mission. She may have been Carrie's the night before, but tonight, she was all mine and she didn't care who was watching. She sucked and jerked my dick while our two lesbian friends watched intently. Just as I thought I was about to burst, Stevie popped her mouth off my cock and stood up. She reached over and pulled my T-shirt off me so that I was as naked as she was. Stevie then positioned her hot pussy over me and impaled herself on my raging hard-on.

Stevie began to bounce on my lap and take my length deep into her sopping wet cunt. I took a furtive glance to either side of me to see if Shannon and Carrie were still watching the show. To my right, Shannon stared with fascination at our furious fucking. Her eyes never left us. To my left, however, Carrie was nowhere to be found. Apparently, she had slipped quietly from the room and was smoking a cigarette in my den. Stevie took no notice and continued her lap bounce.

After a few minutes of Stevie slamming her ass on to my lap, I decided to take charge. Even though Carrie wanted no part of our show, I knew that Shannon was entranced. I picked Stevie up off my lap then laid her on her back on the couch. I then mounted her missionary style so that I was facing Shannon. I slipped my dick back into Stevie's soaking twat and took over the performance. I began plowing my hard dick into Stevie while looking into Shannon's eyes. Stevie was moaning and thrashing around on our couch, about to cum all over the cushions.