“What’s your fantasy?” The stripper asked me as she practically leaned on my wife. My dick jumped up as the stripper’s sexy voice uttered the words.
I was pretty drunk, but still looked at Stacie for approval before answering. Stacie’s legs relaxed open a bit under the table and I found myself caressing her naked thighs as the stripper spoke.
“Well?” The stripper asked again aggressively.
Stacie nodded in approval.
I told the stripper that Stacie and I were very open with each other on our fantasies so this was no shock to her. “I have always wanted to see my wife fuck two guys at the same time.”
“Wow.” The stripper said, looking at Stacie lustfully, scooting all the more close to her. “That’s a pretty progressive fantasy. Wouldn’t that make you jealous?”
“Well, I don’t really know, we haven’t tried it.”
I felt the stripper’s hand on Stacie’s other thigh. Stacie’s head was tilted back a little enjoying the dual massage and the liquor. The stripper and I smiled at each other as we accidentally discovered each other massaging my wife’s thighs.
Stacie seemed to be in a sexual daze. I wasn’t sure if the stripper had discovered Stacie’s panty less, shaven pussy or not until the dancer wiped her moistened fingers across the back of my hand.
“Have you ever been close to a naked woman coming on to you?” I heard the stripper say to my wife with her scratchy yet smooth voice.
Stacie kept her eyes closed and tilted back as she shook her head side-to-side to indicate no.
The stripper finished her drink and asked Stacie if she would care for a private dance on the house.
Stacie looked at me and I shrugged my shoulders as to say why not.
The stripper grabbed us both by the hands and walked us in to the back room. She sat Stacie down on a couch by herself and pulled out a chair for me to the side.
She asked me if I had ever seen my wife making out with another woman and if it turned me on to know that she had been fingering her the whole time we sat and talked. I was now visibly aroused. I didn’t answer. No answer was expected – she knew I was turned on.
Stacie leaned back in the couch and looked at me with a mischievous grin. The stripper turned on some sexy music and straddled Stacie on the couch. She bent over whispering something in Stacie’s ear. Her long dark hair meshed with Stacie’s long blonde hair and shielded their faces, leaving me to only guess what was said or done. She rose up and removed her sheer top. Her nipples were large, erect as well as pierced. Stacie’s eyes widened, as she had never been so close to a topless women. The stipper ran her hands down over her breast and down to her stomach. She toyed with her nipple piercings bringing Stacie’s attention toward her swollen tits. She reached one hand down her hot pants and fondled her pussy. The stripper seemed to be in total ecstasy and Stacie didn’t seem too far behind.
The girl slithered and swayed atop Stacie rubbing my wife with her large breast – touching Stacie in places I had only touched her and the few men before we married. Stacie didn’t stop her.