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How A Stripper Made My Wife Orgasm
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Let me start be saying, Jessica was into strip club Saturday.  Since posting
pictures of herself on some amateur sites, corresponding with "fans," and
maintaining this blog; she has been more-than-willing to test the boundaries
of her sexuality.  Where she once used to say "no way," she now says
"maybe."  And where she once said "maybe," she's saying "let's try it."

And I'm enjoying every second.

Often times I like to tell - or, more truthfully, suggest -what she should
wear.  On some days I don't.  When I'm not somehow involved with her
clothing for the evening, it's much easier for her to gauge her mood.  This
was one such night.  I was curious after our experience at the casino what
she would wear.

She didn't disappoint.  She looked stunning.  She wore a loose fitting black
dress with a teal-green sash.    Underneath she wore a black lacy bra and a
pink g-string.  To complement the ensemble, she wore high heels.  When she
walked in these heels, her ass swayed side to side and the tops of her tits
bounced teasingly.  "Nice," I said when I saw her.

"You like?"

I liked it very much.  Not only did she look curvy and sexy, but it clued me
into her mood.  She was feeling a little frisky, probably a little daring.
Certainly she was curious to what I had planned for the night.  Before we
walked out the door, I grabbed her pocket rocket. just in case.

There's two clubs (relatively) local to us we enjoy.  One has consistently
hot women and a classy atmosphere, but it's expensive.  The other has hot
women (for the most part), a little less fancy interior, but great prices
for private dances.  This is the one we most frequent, and the one we
decided to patronize on Saturday.

The drive to the strip club was uneventful (at least from your standpoint).
It wasn't until we arrived at the club things started to get interesting.
For the most part, I like to take things slowly with Jessica.  On these
occasions when we get out of the house, the night is almost guaranteed to
end with some serious fucking.  This is mostly because these occasions and
opportunities are much rarer than we'd enjoy.  So we're sure to take
advantage of the time we do have.  Foreplay doesn't start when the clothes
come off.  Foreplay starts long before the bedroom.

Before we entered the club, I almost got smacked by the door as a woman was
exiting through the entrance door.  "Oh, I'm so sorry," she said, noticing
my stunned look.  I recovered quickly enough to glance at her.  Brunette,
tight body, firm tits, and a bubbly ass.  Sexy.  I immediately assumed she
was a dancer who hadn't changed into her wardrobe for the evening.

"Do you dance here?"  She nodded her head.  "You dancing tonight?"

"Yeah."

"Come look for us later, okay?"  She smiled and said she would.

We paid and entered the club.  It was relatively early, so it wasn't all
that crowded yet.  There were a few people at the tables interspersed
throughout the club, and two or three guys sitting at the main stage.  There
was a blonde with big fake tits doing her routine in front of them.

Jessica and I like to sit in one of the booths that divide the main stage
from the second stage.  The second stage is used when the place is crowded.
Right now it wasn't too busy, so it was closed.  Aside from the advantage of
seeing both stages when they're open, we like the booths because they afford
a little more privacy.  The only way you can see in the booth is from the
stage.   Of course, if you walked directly in front of the booth, you'd be
able to see.

As is typical with most strip clubs, as soon as we sat down a sexy little
waitress took our drink order.  When she returned, we toasted to the night
and watched the stripper on the main stage.  She was alright looking, but
not really our type.  Both Jessica and I like natural looking women with
feminine curves.  Fake tits are okay, so long as they're proportionate to
the rest of the body and move like real tits.  And we especially don't like
the overly thin, heroin-addict look.  Certainly I wouldn't kick the stripper
out of bed.  I just really wouldn't pursue her.

After her three song set was over, she was replaced by (from our standards)
a more attractive woman.  I suggested to Jessica that she sit at the stage
when the second song begins.  Why the second song?  Because during the first
song the stripper doesn't remove any clothes.  She just gyrates around and
teases.  During the second song, she'll start removing clothes.  And what's
the good of sitting down at the stage if you don't get to see tits?

So when the second song began, I handed Jessica the roll of bills. I did
give her one "suggestion."  I told her to "Let the stripper do what she
wants, and if she removes any clothes, don't put them back on until you get
back to our table."  There were about seven or eight other people already
sitting down (apparently, they too thought this stripper more attractive
than the previous one).  Those of you who've been to a strip club know the
routine.  The stripper does a little dance for each patron, usually shakes
her ass in their face, maybe lets them touch her a little, and then pauses
to wait for the tip before moving to the next customer.  As Jessica awaited
her turn, somebody sat immediately to the right of her.  Of course there
were other seats available, but this guy chose to sit right next to her.
I'm sure he wanted a good show.  And Jessica, as usual, did not disappoint.

When the stripper started giving Jessica her dance in front of the stage, I
could see conversation occurred.  I've sat next to Jessica before at the
stage (many times), so I know the conversation is usually something like,
"Hello, hon."  "Hi."  "Wow. You have big boobs."  "You're beautiful."
Anyway, not long after the stripper started dancing, Jessica reached and
felt her tits.  The stripper motioned for Jessica to stand.  When she did,
the stripper wrapped her legs around my wife and pulled her closer.  She
then kissed her neck, and started touching her tits.  The stripper said
something to my wife, to which Jessica nodded.  She then started pulling the
top of the dress down until it was wrapped around Jessica's waist, leaving
her black bra exposed.  The stripper motioned for Jessica to lay on the
stage.  Hesitant, but excited, Jessica crawled on the stage and lay on her
back.  Her legs were dangling off the edge.

The stripper immediately straddled my wife around the waist and leaned over
and started kissing her neck.  Jessica's hands were all over the stripper's
body, feeling the small of her back, the side of her tits, and her tight
ass.  The stripper sat up, still straddling my wife, and started pulling
down the straps of Jessica's bra.  Within seconds, Jessica's big tits were
fully exposed.  I watched mesmerized as the stripper started caressing and
fondling her.  She even pulled my wife's nipples a couple times.  Whenever
she did this, Jessica would arch her back and close her eyes.  Looking
around, I noticed everyone transfixed with the show on stage.  The guy who
sat next to Jessica put his hand on her knee.  When she didn't move it, he
started lightly touching her thighs.

Meanwhile, the dancer was now licking my wife's nipples.  She then
positioned herself so that Jessica could lick her tits at the same time
(picture a shortened 69).  My wife was on stage with her tits fully exposed
and being licked by a hot stripper, while she simultaneously licked and
sucked the stripper's tits hanging over her mouth.  The stranger continued
stroking my wife's thighs.  Jessica, now uncontrollably excited, opened her
legs a little more.  I watched as his hand slid under her skirt.  I wasn't
sure what he was doing, but it really excited Jessica, because she started
squirming a little.  She would've probably moaned, as well, except her mouth
was full with the stripper's tits.

When the third song ended, the stripper stood on stage and helped my wife
sit.  As she slid off the stage she looked at the guy who had caressed her
leg (and elsewhere).  She smiled at him, said something, and I watched as
both his hands reached up and touched her tits.  She let him fondle them for
a few seconds before giving him a hug and walking back towards me.

Every table she walked past gave her an ovation, some even stood.  Her face
was turning red from the either the attention or the alcohol.  When she sat
I smiled at her.  "Enjoy the show?" she asked me.

Who didn't?  "Did that guy finger you?"

"No, he just rubbed over my panties a little."

"Did you want him to finger you?"

"I probably wouldn't have stopped him.  I thanked him when I got off stage."

"That's when he grabbed your tits?"

"I offered him a quick touch of anything else and that's what he chose."

The next hour or so we spent watching the strippers, drinking, and talking.
And then Katie came over and asked to sit.  She was the brunette we ran into
entering the club.  Under the black lights, in her stripper-gear, she looked
absolutely stunning; tight, fit, natural, with smooth skin that teased your
fingertips.  You just wanted to reach out and caress her.

"Of course you can sit," I said, standing and moving a chair so that she
could sit between Jessica and me.

"How you two doin' tonight?"

"Good."

We proceeded with the polite conversation for a couple minutes.  I ordered a
round of drinks.  It wasn't until the stripper asked if we wanted a private
dance that things started getting interesting.  "Yeah, we do," I said.  "But
do you really like dancing for girls?"

"Yeah," she said unconvincingly.

"I mean, really like dancing for women.  Sometimes we get back there and the
dancer acts as if my wife's a man and just grinds against her."

"Well what do you want?"

"Jessica likes when women kiss her."

"I could do that."

"Really?  Let me see you."  She looked at me confused.  "Kiss her."  My wife
looked at me, shocked.  This is something I hadn't done before.  But I
figured before I waste my money with a stripper who wasn't willing to please
my wife physically and me visually, I would test her willingness at the
table.  The stripper leaned over and lightly kissed her lips.  I asked my
wife: "Was that good enough?"

Jessica, grinning as wide as the sunset, said, "No.  It wasn't good enough."
Katie, understanding the levity of the situation, pulled Jessica close to
her and kissed her deeply, heavily.  She ran her lips across Jessica's and
lightly sucked on her bottom lip.

"How 'bout that one?" Katie asked.

"Nice.  Nice.  My wife also likes her tits played with."   The dancer
reached over and started fondling Jessica's tits through her dress.  "Go
ahead and take her dress down."

The stripper, fully into her role, slid the dress down and pulled Jessica's
tits out of the bra.  "Oh my, God!" Katie said.  "You must have fun with
these."  She started touching Jessica's breasts and lightly caressing the
nipple.  She then lowered her head and gave them a quick lick.  Jessica
closed her eyes while a soft moan escaped her mouth.  At that point the
waitress arrived.

"You all look mighty comfortable.   Another drink?"  And then she reached
out and touched my wife's other breast.  We ordered another round of drinks.

Inconsequential chat continued while Katie idly played with my wife's tits.
Customers who happened to walk by our booth always took a second, sometimes
third glance.  It was exciting, and I knew Jessica was enjoying it.  She had
that fuck me now look in her eyes when she looked at me.  When she's horny,
her cheeks color, and her movements slow gracefully, like their melting into
the ecstasy her body's feeling.  When the drinks arrived, the waitress gave
my wife another quick squeeze.

"So did I win the part?  Are we doing this private dance?" asked Katie.

"Okay.  So here's what we want," I started.  "I have five hundred dollars,
dances are twenty-five (can you believe this pricing?).  That means twenty
dances.  But, the dances stop once she has an orgasm.  So if you can make
her come in ten dances, five dances, or even one dance, you can have all
five hundred."

"Okay.  I'm in.  Sounds like fun.  But I'm not gonna' lick her pussy or
anything."

"That's fine.  Do whatever you need to make her come.  Unless, of course,
you want to give her twenty-five dances in a row."

"I wouldn't mind it," she said, smiling while still fondling my wife's tits.
Jessica's nipples were hard, nearly swollen.  She could barely see straight.
"In fact, I might just taker her home after my shift."

"If you want to make her come let me give you a tip," I offered, " She likes
to be told what to do."

"Really?" she asked while pulling hard on one of my wife's nipples.  Jessica
gasped, and then demurely smiled and nodded her head.  "This is gonna' be
fun."

"Sounds good," Katie said, smiling.  "Let's go to the back."  She started to
lead the way.  As Jessica started to pull up her dress to cover her tits,
Katie turned around.  "Leave the dress down, honey.  Let everyone see."  And
then she reached back and pulled Jessica's nipple.  "I saw you earlier.  I
know it gets you hot."  My wife's face colored slightly from her modicum of
modesty.

I was really beginning to like this Katie, she seemed like she would handle
my wife correctly.  Jessica is delicate, and like a lot of women, kind of
finicky.  She likes getting nasty sometimes; but, as I've mentioned
previously, she only will if she feels comfortable and safe.  That's not to
say Jessica won't get freaky with someone she hardly knows, but it's that
whole woman's intuition thing; she trusts her instincts.  And, luckily for
all involved, Jessica trusted this Katie dancer; so she complied and left
her tits hanging out of her dress as we walked to the back rooms.

Of course, everyone in the club stared and watched.  I, too, couldn't help
from spying on my own wife's tits bouncing and jiggling with every step.
As she walked by each table, Katie made sure everyone would take notice.  At
one table she said: "Hi guys!  Wouldn't you like to play with my new
friend?"  Four guys immediately noticed Jessica following.  They quickly
answered in the affirmative.  "That's too bad, guys," Katie said, "She's
only for me tonight."  She reached out and started flicking Jessica's hard
nipple.  "Why don't you show them what I'm missing?  Go ahead, turn around."

Jessica did as instructed.  "Now bend over honey.  Show the guys what I'm
going to get to play with."  My wife bent over.  As she did so, Katie lifted
her skirt so that Jessica's pink panties were in plain view.  Katie smacked
my wife's ass cheek.  The guys cheered and hollered.  "Maybe some other
day," Katie said while grabbing my wife's hand to lead her in the back
rooms.

This club has about eight private dance rooms, each with a chair and a bed.
To get to a room, you have to walk down a darkened hallway.  Every room is
open.  That is, there are no doors.  When we got to our room, I took my seat
on the chair.  Katie, not wasting any time, instructed Jessica to remove all
her clothes.  Jessica went to sit on the bed, but Katie stopped her.  "Do it
where you are."  Jessica was standing in the open doorway.  "In fact, turn
around and face the hall while you strip."  Embarrassed, but more than
willing to follow along, Jessica turned and started removing her dress.
Anyone who was either leaving a private dance room or entering one would get
a full shot of my wife as she stripped.  Jessica moved quickly to remove her
dress.  She then unclasped her bra and slid her panties down her leg.  Her
bush was now in plain sight.  She went to remove her heels when Katie said:
"Turn around for that.  Bend over while you take off your shoes."

Following orders, my naked wife bent over so that her ass was facing the
hallway.  She quickly removed her shoes.  "Good," Katie said, "Now lay down
on the bed, spread-eagle."

Jessica did.   Her arms were spread above her head and her legs were wide
open.  The stripper stood over her, as if inspecting her body.  She ran her
hands up and down my wife's body, each touch of any erogenous zone sent
shivers through Jessica.  She arched her back when her tits were touched.
She spread her legs wider whenever her thighs or pubic mound was touched.
Katie lowered her head and kissed Jessica, deeply.  I could only see the
back of Katie (not a bad sight, indeed), so didn't get a great glimpse of
their tongues, but I'm pretty certain the two women were busy enjoying each
other's mouth.

Katie then got on the bed and straddled my wife.  I watched transfixed as
the stripper started lightly kissing and licking every inch of my wife's
flesh.  She started with her neck and worked her way down to her thighs.
Under the light, I could see the trail of saliva she left.  Jessica was
moaning, almost begging to be satisfied.  The teasing was intense, and I
must admit I learned some new techniques from Katie.

"Twist your nipples," Katie ordered.  Jessica started rolling each of her
nipples between her thumb and forefinger.  "Harder."  My wife did as
instructed, although apparently it didn't meet Katie's expectations.  "Like
this."  And with that Katie slapped one of Jessica's hands away and grabbed
her tit and pulled.  Jessica suppressed a scream.  "Do it like that."

As Jessica was pulling her own tits, Katie sat opposite her so that their
pussies were touching.  She then started grinding against my wife.  "Don't
stop pulling your tits, slut."  My wife moaned with pleasure.  When she's in
the mood and excited, she enjoys being called names like slut, whore, and
bitch.  The stripper continued taunting my wife and calling her names.  The
two women were grinding against each other.  My wife's bare pussy was
gyrating against this hot stripper's g-string.  I could see the moisture on
the panties; though I'm not positive whose juices I was seeing.

The stripper suddenly stopped and ordered Jessica to stand.  My wife,
delirious with pleasure, could barely stand straight.  "Stick your finger in
your pussy."  She did.  "Is it wet?"  Jessica didn't respond quickly enough.
Katie slapped my wife's tits and asked more firmly, "Is it wet?"

"Yes."

"Good, now taste your pussy juices like the little whore you are."  The
stripper made my wife do this several times.  "Now, bend over the bed."
After she did, Katie started spanking my wife's ass.  "You like that, slut?
You like being spanked in front of your husband?  You like showing him how
much a slut he married?"

She continued spanking my wife's ass.  She would smack one cheek and then
rub it, and then smack the other cheek.  Jessica was moving back and forth,
like she was being fucked.  "I bet you want a dick in your pussy right now,
don't you?"

"Yes."

"I bet you don't care whose dick it is.  Isn't that right, little slut?  You
would fuck anything right now, won't you?"

"Oh god, yes."

"You are a dirty slut, aren't you?  Do you want to come home with me
tonight?  You want to be my little slut all night?"

"Yes."

"You'd be my fuck toy all night?"

"Yes."

Jessica's ass cheeks were now bright red.  Each new smack produced a moan of
pleasure.  "Turn over, slut."  Jessica turned on her back.  Katie then
started smacking my wife's tits.  She held one tit with one of her hands,
while smacking it with the other hand.  Jessica's juices were literally
running down her thighs.  During the course of Katie smacking her tits,
Jessica moaned loudly and her body started pulsating.  Katie started licking
one of my wife's nipples while tweaking and pulling the other tit.  This was
too much for Jessica.  She emitted a scream of pleasure as her body shook
violently.  As the orgasm overtook Jessica, Katie started smacking my wife's
pussy.  Jessica moaned, letting herself be consumed by the ecstasy.

When her orgasm subsided, Jessica's body still shook, like earthquake
aftershocks.  Each ripple through her body made her tits quiver slightly.
Katie smiled, "Wow, hon.  That was sexy."

Jessica couldn't say anything in response.  She was too busy riding the
waves moving through her body.  "Umm," I said, "How many songs was that?"

"Six songs."

"Good work," I said, while handing her the money.

"My pleasure."  Katie bent over and lovingly kissed my wife's lips.  "You
are one sexy woman.  I wish all my customers were like you."

Jessica reciprocated the kiss and hugged her.  "Sorry, guys, but I gotta'
get back.  I'm due on stage soon."

We both smiled and thanked her.  Jessica only smiled at me as she put on her
clothes.  I knew not to ask questions yet, because her energy had been
drained from the intensity of the orgasm she just experienced.  When she
completed dressing herself, we left the private rooms and headed towards the
strip club's exit.

As we were leaving the club, we noticed Katie go up on stage.  It apparently
was her turn to dance.  "You want to watch her dance?" I asked.  Jessica
shrugged.  She probably wanted to get home to fuck, and I did quite
honestly, but Katie is sexy.  And I couldn't pass up the opportunity to
watch her moves on stage.

Katie noticed us walking towards her and gave us a big smile.  She motioned
for us to take a couple seats at the stage.  The song came on (forgot which
one) and she started dancing.  She first danced for some guy at the end of
the stage.  Her body swayed sensually, but the whole routine was pretty
mechanical.  She placed his hands on her tits and let him have a quick
squeeze, turned and bent over in front of him, giving him a closeup of her
pantied crotch, she smacked herself on the ass, and then pulled her g-string
which is stripper-talk for "I'm done.  Pay me."  And the guy did.
Afterwards, she moved to the next one.

When the next song began, she started taking off her clothes.  Upon seeing
Katie's tits, Jessica whispered in my ear, "Her nipples taste like
strawberry."  This naturally got my attention.  Occasionally (I think it
depends on what manager is on duty), the dancers in this club will remove
their panties.  This was one such night.  All I could think about while
watching her was seeing her tits rub against Jessica's, and watching their
pussies smack against each other, and the way they kissed, and how their
tongues explored each other's lips.

As Katie moved down the line dancing for the customers, she would
occasionally look at us and smile.  When I say us, I'm pretty sure she was
looking at my wife.  When the third song began she was one customer away.
As she danced for him, she just stared at my wife.

And then it was our turn.

She started with the typical dance: shaking hips, gyrating, letting me feel
her tits, bending over, and smacking herself on the ass.  But here is where
she deviated from the script.  She turned back over on her back, sat up, and
whispered to Jessica: "You still want to play?"  Jessica didn't respond so
Katie took that as a yes.  "Come up here."  She held out her hand.

For a brief second I didn't think Jessica would take it.  But she did.
Katie helped my wife on the stage.  I could see their mouths moving and hear
sounds, but because of the music's volume, I couldn't make out the words.
Later Jessica told me Katie was telling her what to do, like she had done in
the private room.

I watched as Jessica spun towards the audience and lowered the straps of her
dress.  Her tits were once again in plain sight.  She then turned to face
Katie.  The stripper reached around my wife and lifted Jessica's dress.  Now
everyone got a clear view of her ass.  The only thing stopping them from
seeing her pussy was the thin cloth of her pink panties.

Jessica got down on all fours, her ass facing the audience.  Wherever Katie
moved on the stage, Jessica crawled.  It was pretty obvious Katie was
ordering Jessica what to do and where to move.  She led my wife to the edge
of the stage, directly in front of the customers.  Three guys were staring
at my wife's tits, a mere feet or so away from them.  Jessica turned around.
Katie whispered something in her ear.  I watched as Jessica put her cheek on
the stage, so that her ass was straight in the air.

Katie then started smacking my wife's ass, again.  Every smack could be
heard clear above the music.  On a few occasions, Katie would slide my
wife's panties to the side, so the men would get an unobstructed view of her
pussy.

At one point, Katie whispered something in my wife's ear.  I saw Jessica
nod.  And then Katie invited the three men to spank my wife.  One of the men
took to the invitation with vigor.  He stood and spanked Jessica several
times.  Her body rocked with each smack.  Katie joined in and smacked her
other cheek.

And then the song ended.

Too bad.  As we were leaving the club men smiled at Jessica, some even
thanking her for the show.  She gave me road head on the way home.  In
between her sucking and licking my cock is when she told me how Katie
ordered her around on stage.

When we got home we fucked.  And we fucked for a nice long time.

Someday maybe I'll give you details about how we fuck.  But for now, just
know Jessica fucks like a whirlwind.  And the whole time you're fucking,
it's like being in the midst of a raging storm; wet and passionate, with a
light dance on the precipice of danger.

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