Sex With a Stripper
Posted on Oct 02 2008The Night I Had Sex With A Stripper
I and my wife had been married seven years. We were in our thirties now and still had a lot to see in the world. Even after all these years, we had not lost an ounce of fascination for each other, as was clearly evident in the wild nights we still had. Doing ‘it’ till the wee hours of the morning wasn’t a new thing to us at all, and we were certainly not complaining.
Suddenly one morning as I was about to leave to go to work, my wife crooked her finger at me to draw me closer to her. "Karl, tonight I want you to bring home a slut, a REAL whore and I want to watch you fuck her" My wife smiled up at me and whispered "I really WANT that"
I was spellbound for a while. I knew my wife had such kinks, she used them from time to time. But who was I to complain? I wasn’t exactly losing anything, was I?
I wondered who I could choose to share this exciting experience with me, then I remembered a poster I had seen in my local pub for a stripper called Penny. I had always wanted to see more of Penny than the little tease that her poster revealed, but had always been worried about offending my wife. I drove to the pub straight after work and called her on my cell phone.
Penny arrived at 10.30pm, the agreed upon time. My wife was still getting ready in the bedroom as I checked Penny out. She was a shor! t little thing with a tiny waist, but my god! She had breasts that looked like heaven, even beneath the tight little top she was wearing. I knew then and there that she was worth every penny of the 0 I would give her.
I led her to the bedroom and my wife welcomed her with a smile then pointed to the whiskey and glasses placed on the dressing table. Penny walked to the dressing table and poured us each a glass. The only light in the bedroom came from the flickering glow of candles and Penny looked even sexier in the low light. I could sm! ell the musky scent of sex all through the room.
Penny switched on the CD in the player she had bought with her and began her show of seduction. Penny was elegant with every move she made. She gyrated and swayed with the music, dancing right in front of my wife but keeping her gaze on me the whole time. When she unzipped her top and released her ample breasts I knew I was right about them, I could happily die between them. I swallowed down my whiskey in one gulp and got up to get another.
Penny slowly slid down her skirt and then her panties. I already had my hand on my cock and was stroking it hard. I was so horny and had had enough teasing now. I laid Penny on the bed, spread her legs and entered her hot wet pussy straight away. God she knew how to moan and that was an even bigger turn on.
The wife got down to business too. I was fingering her and fucking the stripper. If there is a heaven on earth, I am sure this was it. My wife never asked for a stripper again, so that makes it an experience of a lifetime for me!
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