The stripper had now removed her shorts and now lie beside Stacie on the couch with legs spread, fully masturbating – manipulating her clit quickly with one hand, inserting two fingers deep into her hole with the other, searching for an orgasm. Stacie watched intently – no words were exchanged.
The stripper ran her fingers through Stacie’s long blonde hair and pulled my wife lips to her flat stomach just above her groomed pubic area. Stacie caressed her stomach with her hands and lips. I could see her licking the strippers six pack stomach. The stripper continued to masturbate. Stacie now fondled the dancer’s breast. I almost came when I saw my wife’s lips close around the strippers erect nipple.
Stacie’s tongue danced about the completely nude dancer’s nipple playing with the gold loop nipple ring. The dancer took Stacie’s hand and tried to place it on her wet pussy, but Stacie’s hand withdrew. The stripper knew immediately she was not ready for that and did not persist.
The stripper now slipped into the floor and sat up on her knees Stacie’s clothes were ruffled. The stripper tugged at the string along Stacie’s back that held Stacie’s backless, white halter-top in place.
The top fell off, exposing my wife’s full, beautiful breast. The stripper then raised Stacie’s miniskirt exposing her pretty naked pussy. The stripper wasted no time diving toward her already moist hole. Stacie looked at me breathlessly as the stripper massaged her clit with her tongue. I went to the couch and sat beside Stacie sucking her breast as the woman gorged herself on my wife’s clit.
Stacie squirmed as the stripper placed two fingers in her relatively virgin hole. I had never seen such a look of ecstasy on anyone’s face – not even in a porno. Stacie rubbed the strippers back as she licked her pussy. Stacie’s high-heeled boots kneaded the stripper’s firm ass.
The stripper stopped licking my wife’s pussy and looked at both of us with a smile. “This is what it’s all about. This is when I love what I do.” She said with the glaze of pussy juice glistening off her mouth.
She asked Stacie if she would like to feel better. Stacie let out a whimpering yes. The stripper ask me if I were up for it. I asked her, “up for what?”
She said, while still fingering Stacie’s pussy. “How would you like to watch your wife eat me out while being fucked by another man.”
I said, “I’d love it.”
The stripper stood up, butt naked and said, “Wait here.” She came back only a moment later, my face buried in Stacie’s pussy. “Later lover boy, you’ll get your turn – wait in line.”
She stood Stacie to her feet and stripped her except for her thigh high boots. She took a garter and slipped it over Stacie’s leg. The stripper took Stacie by the hand and led her out of the private room and toward the catwalk bare-ass naked. There were probably three hundred men in the bar and all eyes were on my wife’s tits and ass – new meat. Many of the men were regulars and were aroused to see the newness of Stacie’s nakedness.
The DJ dimmed the lights and a slow song started. The lights grew slowly and Stacie and the stripper stood in the middle of the catwalk, French-kissing, caressing each other’s bodies. They began fondling each other’s breasts and the men went wild. You could see the bouncers getting nervous as men flocked to the stage. Men started placing fists full of bills in the garters on each of the ladies legs. I could see some of the guys grabbing Stacie’s ass as they paid her.