by Tara Oakes
“I kissed a girl once.” Kelly, Brooks’ wife tells the table.
“No, two girls.” Brooks corrects her. “Remember the girl who came on to us that night?” He smirks, clearly remembering a second time.
“Fuck me, have you kissed a chick before?” Jesse asks his woman, Bell.
“I can’t say I have, sorry.” Bell is the youngest of the group and I’m not surprised by her answer. Jesse was her first and by the looks of how strong their relationship has become these past few months, he’ll be her last.
“Fuck, well we need that to happen, sweetheart. Kadence kiss Bell.” He laughs, stirring the pot.
“Shut the fuck up, Jesse.” Nix growls, taking another pull of his beer.
“I don’t know why you’re so upset. It’s just a kiss, Nix, way before you.” I lean forward and place my drink on the table.
Sy hasn’t said anything else but I’m not surprised. It’s normal. He’s a man of few words.
“Did you like it?” Nix asks Kadence, still caught up in the mechanics of it all.
“It was so hot, Nix.” I answer for her. “She was totally into it. Even grabbed my boob.” Kadence’s eyes come to mine while Nix spins to face her.
“Fuck me.” Sy whispers behind me then shifts me a little on his lap.
“You’re not pissed I didn’t tell you?” I turn slightly, wrapping my arm around his neck.
“Fuck no. I’m trying not to get hard imagining you and another woman.” He lifts his hips, proving just how much he’s failing.
“You are?” I wiggle my ass a little more.
“Fuck yeah, can picture it now. So fucking hot.” He groans, lifting again. I feel his cock start to grow harder, and I help it along by pressing against him.
“Keep doing that I might come in my pants.” He pulls me down by my neck and presses his lips to mine.
He tastes like beer and mint and I part my mouth for more. Not one to miss an opportunity, he slides his tongue along not quite dipping in, more teasing my own tongue to come and play.
“Get a fucking room.” Nix’s pissed off voice breaks our moment, causing everyone to laugh.
“Gonna fuck you so hard tonight.” Sy ignores Nix and murmurs a promise against my lips. My clit throbs to a new beat, knowing when Sy says he’s going to do something, he’s going to do it right.
“Can’t wait.” I’m powerless to stop the smile that pulls at my lips and my mind can’t keep up with the perfect plan that’s starting to form.
Oh this is going to be fun.
****
“So I’m doing something crazy for Sy’s birthday next week.” I tell Kadence the following week over lunch at Happy Chef.
“Oh God, here we go.” She takes a sip of her milkshake and picks at her salad.
“What? I’m not that bad.” I laugh knowing I really am that bad.
“Please, your crazy and my crazy are on different levels.”
“That’s because you’re too safe and I live in the moment.” I tell her how it is. Ever since we met, she’s been like this. The only time I’ve ever been shocked was when she started dating Nix.
“Yeah, yeah. You’re awesome. Now tell me what you have planned.”
“Well, I’m getting him a lap dance.” I pause and wait for her reaction.
“Why in God’s name would you do that?”
“Well the lap dance would be for me, he gets to watch.” My mind goes back to how turned on he was learning about the kiss and the hot sex we had later that night.
“You think he’ll be okay with that?”
“Ahh, he practically came in his pants hearing I’d kissed you ten years ago. Yeah, he would be okay with it.” I pop a fry in my mouth and grin at her concern.
“And you don’t care if he sees some woman’s tits?”
“No, they’re tits. Besides he’s not going to be touching them. I will be.” I shrug, not fazed by that. Tits are tits. I trust Sy and Sy trusts me. We have a very active sex life and since having a baby, I’m more than happy to spice things up.
“And where do you plan on going? Bare Assets?”
“Oh God, no.” I screw my face up at her suggestion of the cheaper strip club in town. “Club Paradise. I have a client from the salon who works there. She’s sweet, we got to talking and I asked about it. She said a lot of couples come in and do that sort of thing. They have VIP rooms. The whole deal.”
“Well if you think it will be okay.” She shrugs, not sold on the idea.
“You should do something like that with Nix.”
“Are you crazy? He’s still going on about the college kiss. This morning he mumbled something under his breath, then got pissy all over again.” I laugh ‘cause I can picture it. Nix is crazy possessive. He’d have a conniption at the idea.
“Oh well, you can live through me.” I wink and reach for my drink.
This is going to be so good.
I just know it.
****
Sy
“You missed the turn.” I tell Holly as we drive past the normal route home. We just finished dinner in town for my birthday and I thought we had plans for an early night.
“Not going home,” she says taking the next left.
“Where we going?”
“To get your birthday present, now hush we’ll be there soon enough.” Knowing there’s no point arguing with her, I sit back and let her drive. I have no idea where she’s taking me, but knowing my wife, it could anywhere.
Five minutes later, we pull into the parking lot of Club Paradise. A private, high-end gentleman’s club.
“The fuck, Holly?” I ask, watching her grin take over her face.
“What? It’s gonna be fun.” She unclips her belt and opens the door. I don’t know if it’s a trick or not, so I stay seated and watch her walk around the front of the car.
“Are you coming?” She waits expectantly at my door.
“I don’t know if you’re fucking with me, or if you’re serious.” I open the door but make no move to get out of the car.
“Sy, I promise. I’m not fucking with you. I told you, I have a surprise.” She reaches for my arm and starts to pull it, urging me to get out. Deciding to go with it, I let her play her game and follow her out.
Club Paradise is only a year old. I’ve heard a few things from clients talking it up, but I’ve never stepped foot inside.
Until tonight.
We walk up to the front and we’re greeted by a bouncer in a fitted suit.
“Sy, my man.” He reaches out and offers me his hand.
It takes a minute to place his face, and then I remember.
“Paul.” I place my hand in his and shake it. Holly meets my eyes, giving me a questioning look.
“The tatt’s, coming along real good, man. I’ve gotta come back for some more.”
I smirk down at Holly as she puts two and two together.
“Sounds good, just call the shop when you’re ready.” He releases my hand and lets us through.
“Enjoy your night,” he adds as we step into the reception area.
“You thought I’d been here before didn’t you?” I lean down and whisper in Holly’s ear.
“Maybe for a minute.” She shrugs, and steps up to the counter. A woman, wearing a tight black dress looks up from behind the reception desk. She has hair pulled back in a fancy up do and a black earpiece around her ear. “Good evening. Welcome to Club Paradise,” she greets us.
“Hi. I’m Holly Dean, we have a booking.”
What the fuck? A booking?
“Welcome, Mrs. Dean.” She clicks her mouse a few times before finding what she was looking for. “I just need to see some ID.” Holly pulls her driver’s license out while I fish mine out of my wallet and hand it over.
“Okay, perfect. You’re all set to go in, Mr. and Mrs. Dean. Order a drink at the bar and Carrie will come find you.” The woman tells us as she hands our ID’s back.
Carrie?
“Thanks so much.” Holly t
akes my hand and guides me towards the bar.
The place is decked out in black and gold marble fixings. Floor to ceiling mirrors are fixed to every wall.
“You brought me to a strip club for my birthday, when you could have just stripped for me at home, babe,” I tell her when she slides up onto a stool.
“I know, Sy. But this is going to be fun.” She pats the leather stool next to her.
“Welcome to Club Paradise, what can I get you?” The bartender is a cute female; she’s wearing a black dress, much like the woman at the front, only hers is a little shorter and shows more tit.
“I’ll have a glass of wine and a beer please.” Holly orders my drink and spins to face me.
“Relax, Sy. You look petrified,” she laughs, coaxing me down.
“I’m more concerned with what you’re up to than anything else.” I tell her as the waitress places our drinks in front of us.
I reach for my wallet, but Holly already has her credit card in hand, telling her to set up a tab.
“It’s going to be fun.” She takes her glass and spins to face the stage.
I follow her around and watch the woman swing herself around a poll with expert precision.
“I wish I could do that.” She sighs, taking in all her moves.
“I wish you could do that.” I almost tilt my head watching the woman somehow hold herself sideways with one hand.
Fucking crazy.
“So, wanna tell me what we’re doing here?” We continue to watch the stage as a second woman comes out to do her thing. I’m not interested in looking at any of the women here, but I’m not gonna lie, being here with my wife is kind of a turn on.
“You’ll see.” Is all she says.
My interest piqued, I let it go and sit back. We people watch and chat for about twenty minutes before a woman with dark hair, wearing only a small black thong and stripper heels walks up to Holly.
“Hey, Holly.” She takes her in her arms for a quick hug.
“Carrie. Oh my God, I love it here. It’s beautiful.” She returns her embrace, my cock twitching a little.
Fuck me, my wife just hugged a topless stripper.
“Carrie, this is, Sy.” Carrie pulls back and holds out her hand for me to shake.
“Hi, Sy. I’ve heard so much about you.” I look to Holly first before taking Carrie’s hand for a very quick handshake.
Jesus fuck, don’t look at her tits. Don’t look at her tits.
“Hey,” I mutter, before dropping her hand and taking another sip of my beer.
“You want to move somewhere more private?” Carrie asks Holly.
“Sure do.” Holly slides off her stool and reaches for her bag.
Fuck me. I know what she’s up to.
“Come on, Sy,” She takes my hand to pull me up, but I pull her back to me instead.
“No fucking way. Not interested.” I tell her and mean it. “I don’t want some fucking bitch I don’t know rubbing her tits against me in a private room.”
What the fuck is she thinking right now.
“I know, babe. That’s why you’re not going to. I am.” She leans in close to my ear. “You’re gonna watch.” Her hot breath hits the shell of my ear and I have to hold back my groan while picturing it.
“You’re fucking serious?” I ask, knowing she is. She’s fucking Holly. My wife. She’s crazy.
“Last week, when we were talking about Kadence and me. It was hot. I thought why not. It’s harmless fun and when it’s over, you can fuck me. Any. Way. You. Like.” My dick instantly hardens and I have to bite the inside of my mouth to try and force it back down.
Fuck me.
“Come on.” She pulls me along and we follow Carrie into one of the back private VIP rooms.
The room has low lighting. The music that played in the main area pulses through the speakers at a softer volume. There’s a pole in the corner of the room, with a long leather couch along one wall. A bottle of champagne in an ice bucket sits waiting on a small table, and a single chair stands off to the side.
“Take a seat, and I’ll be in shortly.” Carrie looks to both for us before closing the door.
“Surprise.” Holly turns to face me, her arms spread out beside her.
“Jesus fuck, Holly. You’re fucking crazy.” I run my hand over my head and try to process this.
Am I really going to let some bitch grind herself up against my wife?
“Come on, Sy, it’s a little fun, relax.” She walks over to the table and picks up a bottle of champagne. “Lets have a drink.” She pours two glasses and hands me one.
“How well do you know Carrie?” I take the glass but don’t take a sip. I need to think this through. I mean yeah this is fucking hot as shit. But Jesus.
“She’s a client at the salon.” She wiggles her brows and takes a sip of her wine.
“And you think this is what I want?” I step forward and place my glass down.
“Relax, you’re thinking too much about it. I love you. Let me do this.”
I’m about to ask more questions when the door opens and Carries walks back in.
“Hi,” she smiles and closes the door. I avert my eyes and look back to Holly, letting her take the lead.
“Hey.” Holly answers for both of us as Carrie steps into her space and runs her finger along her bare shoulder over her chest and down the side of her arm.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Wanna take a seat?” Carrie asks, taking Holly’s hand and guiding her to the leather sofa. I stand awkward for a moment and take stock of what’s about to go down.
My wife is about to have some chick’s tits in her face and I’m going to watch.
“Sit, Sy.” Holly points at the chair off to the side. It’s the perfect angle to see Holly, and not have some chicks’ ass in my line of sight. I hold back for one more second before deciding to just go with it. As soon as I sit, Holly lowers herself to the sofa.
“I love you,” she mouths, just as Carrie starts moving her hips in front of her.
I mouth it back and give her a wink, letting her know I’m good.
She smiles and sits back, getting comfortable and I can’t keep my eyes off her.
My wife’s fucking beautiful. Even with a half naked woman dancing in front of her she’s all I see.
“You can touch me,” Carrie whispers, placing her knees on the outside of Holly’s thighs and arching her tits closer to her face.
Holly’s eyes fly to mine, seeking approval before considering doing it. I nod once, and with shaky hands she slowly and carefully places them on Carrie’s thighs. She keeps them there for a few seconds before sliding them up higher over her hips, then her waist, over her ribs, stopping at her breasts.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Holly looks back at me, her eyes burning with arousal as she cups the two large tits in front of her.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, and adjust myself in my pants. She smiles, and then turns her attention back to Carrie, running her hands down her body then repeating the same action. I lick my lips and start counting back from one hundred, hoping like hell I can keep my shit together long enough. After a few more minutes of watching this, Carrie stands, turns and sits her ass on Holly’s lap.
Her eyes come to mine as she draws Holly’s hands around her and rests them on her thighs.
A slow smirk lifts at the corner of Carrie’s lips when she gazes down at my erect cock.
It’s not for you, sweetheart. It’s for my sexy as fuck wife milking your tits.
Holly keeps her movements smooth and continues touching her in a slow deliberate pace. Running her hands up her thighs, over her stomach before resting on her tits.
“Touch her nipples, baby.” I react before thinking. My voice is hoarse and I have to swallow to clear it.
Holly obeys immediately, a small moan at my order slips past her lips as her fingers pinch the two, pink erect nipples and then roll them between her fingers.
I’m going to fucking hell.<
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I let out a groan, seeing my wife, roll another woman’s nipples with ease.
“Fucking hell, Holly.” I moan, almost ready to end this.
I need her. Need to sink my cock in her pussy and have her screaming out my name.
“Are you hard, Sy?” Holly asks, releasing Carrie’s nipples and looking over at me.
“So fucking hard, baby. Are you wet?” I ask back.
“Soaking.”
“Carrie. Out. Now.” I bark the order as politely as I can, but fail miserably. Carrie doesn’t falter; she rises and gives me a wink.
“You’ve got twenty minutes,” she tells me before closing the door and leaving us alone.
Holly stands at the same time as me, both of us meeting in the middle, our mouths smashing against each other in wild hunger. My tongue pushes into her mouth, forcing hers around mine and capturing her moans.
That’s got to be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
“Bend over now.” I rip my mouth away from hers, and make quick work on my jeans, dropping them to the floor. My cock springs free, happy to be released from its uncomfortable position. Holly obeys; lifting her dress, exposing a black lace thong.
Ripping it clean off her, I kick open her legs wider, and press down on her back, until she’s at the perfect angle. Her pussy is practically weeping for me as I slide the tip of my cock up through her folds twice, then line myself at her entrance.
“Not gonna last long, babe. Fucking wired.” Is all I say before slamming into her.
She screams out at the intrusion, her walls contracting around my cock. I don’t give her time to adjust; instead, start rocking my hips forward.
Hard. Fast and brutal.
“Fuck, yes. Fuck me harder,” she screams, rearing back with each stroke. “I need it. I need you to fuck me like you mean it.” I fist her hair and tug hard, bringing her up to a new angle.
“Who’s this pussy belong to, Holly?” I ask pulling tighter when she doesn’t answer me right away.
“You.”
“Damn right it does. I fuck you like I mean every time, woman.” I release her hair and grab on to her hips, pistoning myself into her over and over.
