My wife, Susan, and I were planning a very sexy night out in New York City in connection with a trip to the city I had to make on business. Susan, in her mid-30s, is at the height of her sexuality, and looks phenomenal. Skinny, 20" waist, 32" small, but very curved and attractive, boobs, black hair and generally looks great. We were staying in mid-town, and planning to go to dinner and a sex club, come back to the hotel, and fuck.
I got out of the shower, dressed, to find Susan ready to go. Her hair was done attractively, and she was wearing a black camisole that covered her breasts but left huge amounts of her to see, a very tiny mini-skirt, and a black, thin-cut sport coat, like men wear but tailored for a woman. She looked very sexy. Tiger-striped nylons and black nails finish the look. Susan said, "I want to be your whore tonight," which was a game we played when Susan felt especially sexy. My favorite game, actually.
I walked up to her, grabbed her waist, and told her she looked like sex on a stick. She smiled and said let go to dinner. I had other plans. I stepped between her legs, spreading them as I approached. I put my hand under her skirt and caressed her ass, finding no panties in the way. Further aroused, I pressed my crotch against hers, my dick getting harder all the time. I decided to pull down the nylons, ripping them in the process, and started fingering her smooth, shaved, vag. Susan keeps her vag shaved, smooth and completely hairless, which is how I like it. I keep my dick the same way (which is much harder!) so it is skin on skin when we fuck.
I pulled Susan's nylons down to her ankles and bent down and licked her pussy. She was already wet, and wiggled and moaned as I put two fingers into her cunt and licked the outside of her pussy. After licking her pussy for several minutes and fingering her, I started licking her ass. Susan likes this, and I continued to lick around the outside of her pussy, her labia, and lick and gently bite her butt. I spread her butt cheeks and start to lick her asshole, which really aroused both of us. I put my middle finger up her ass, and then put the same finger back in Susan's cunt. Susan shudders and comes, soaking my hand. I withdraw and say "get washed up and ready, bitch." "And no underwear." She agreed, and went off to change.
A few minutes later, she came out of the bedroom. Black sheer nylons replacing the ripped ones, and a white, sleeveless business shirt replacing the camisole. No bra and the shirt buttons open down to the middle of her boobs, showing lots of cleavage. She looked great.
We went to dinner which was delicious and uneventful, save for the waiter and sommelier who were constantly trying to look down Susan's shirt! Then we went to one of the high end stripper bars in mid-town NYC. Classy place, beautiful girls, big cover charge, but a big stage and private dancing area. A tall, skinny blonde was dancing in a G-string on the stage, as we found a table near the stage. I told Susan to take off the jacket and let me "see the goods." As this was "be your whore" night, she complied, rather than kicking me in the nuts, which would be the usual response to such a request.
I turned to watch the dancer, who was close to six feet tall, very thin, and very attractive. She has long, shapely legs, right up to her cunt, a small, but shapely ass, and smallish boobs that are not that different from Susan's beautiful breasts. I am getting erect looking at her, and decide to tip her in the G-string. Susan looks on, not unhappy at all. Susan and I go to strip clubs from time-to-time. She has tipped strippers, fondled a stripper's breasts, kissed a few strippers, and even flashed he boobs a few times. So she is not a stranger to this environment, though this is a much higher end place than the clubs we go to back home.
I told Sue that she and this dancer were probably the only women in the place with their original boobs! It was probably true, as lots of huge, but attractive, breasts surrounded us, including a buxom waitress who took our drink order. The dancer was taking off her G-string, showing a small landing strip of hair that looked attractive. She was looking at me, but more at Susan, who obviously noticed my attention to the dancer. "Do you like her," Susan asked?
"Yes," I said, "she reminds me of you, and I imagine you stripping here." Good answer, as they say on Family Feud. Susan smiles, comes closer to me, and turns to watch the dancer as well.
"Do you like her?" I ask.
"Very sexy," says Susan.