I can’t believe that I’m starting out by saying that I always thought these letters were fake until it happened to me. But I did, and it did.

My husband and I had made plans to go out on a Saturday night, which usually means dinner and a movie. On our way, he turned to me at a red light and said, “Or… ” and paused.

I wondered what he was up to. I loved that he was still cooking up ways to keep things exciting in our forties.

“Or what, Alan?” I asked.

I was a pretty shocked when he said, “Let’s go to the strip club and get a couples’ dance.”

I’d never been to one before, but I’d always wanted to. “Fuck it, let’s do it!” I said.

The club was dark, but clean. A few girls were onstage letting guys get touchy-feely for dollar bills, while a bunch of other ladies wearing next to nothing were walking around, chatting up anyone who was untethered. A girl came up to us right away. I knew Alan was excited. He whispered something to her, and she led us to a room in the back.

Private room, big recliners, and bottle service! Plus a flurry of hot young girls marching in and out, vying for our attention. But there was this one in particular. Brandy. She was my height — about 5'5' — and she had full, natural breasts. Her waist was so small and the curves of her hips were really sexy. She had tanned skin and long dark hair. I was nervous and turned-on all at the same time. I wasn’t sure I wanted to see a woman dance naked for my husband.

“I’ll be gentle,” she smiled as she straddled me in my chair.

Oh! I didn’t realize she’d be dancing for me! I sat there like a statue while she purred in my ear and circled her hips. She looked over at Alan, and then said to me, “It’s okay to touch me, you know.”

She took her top off and brought my hands to her breasts and squeezed. I looked over at Alan and his eyes were wild with lust. I saw his hard dick through his pants and I started to get wet. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was turned-on by the naked stripper, or by the way it turned my husband on, but it was HOT.

Brandy slipped off her panties and my hands drifted to her ass. Her butt was so firm and I rubbed and kneaded it, getting so hot and excited. “Ooooh, she likes the booty!” she said to Alan.

“We both do,” he replied.

So she slid over, climbed on top of him, and began grinding on him as she’d done to me. I knew she was putting pressure on his cock, but he was trying to hold it together. He looked really nervous, and it was sweet.

Brandy then leaned over and kissed me, her tongue in my mouth. It felt amazing to kiss her… and I got so wet knowing she was also turning my husband on. I brought her hand up to my chest, guiding her to squeeze it gently while I undid a few buttons of my top. She helped, and then there I was… topless in a strip club. I had never been so worked up. My panties were soaked. Brandy put her mouth on my nipple and expertly flicked her tongue — a wave of ecstasy! I moaned out loud.

“Look at you two!” she said. “You guys are fun!”

Soon I was pretty much naked and we were all groping each other. Brandy was stroking Alan’s rock-hard dick over his pants while pinching at my nipples and tongue-kissing me like we were teenagers in heat. Now I wanted to touch her pussy.

I slowly traced my hands up her thighs, daring her to stop me. Daring myself to keep going. I inched closer and closer, and she tilted her pelvis toward me. My fingers reached her lips. Soft, smooth, slippery, divine. I tickled her small, firm, swollen clit.

Wow! I was actually bringing her close to having an orgasm. I felt the wetness at the opening of her slit, and used it like lube while putting pressure on her nub. She managed to unbuckle Alan’s pants and was stroking his bare dick faster and faster. He had his eyes closed and looked lost in the moment — a look that sent me over the top with a wave of animal desire. Brandy knew it, too, and pressed her thumb against my clit while slipping two fingers inside me. I moaned so loud, I swear everyone in the club heard me.

I was close to fainting from pleasure. I stopped playing with her, sank back into the velvety recliner, and just soaked up the way it felt to be finger-fucked by a woman.

Next thing I knew, Alan got to his feet, stood behind her, grabbed her hips, and pushed his cock inside her with one big thrust. Brandy let out a yelp and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. I felt a new gush of wetness from being so turned-on, knowing that I was the one who’d made her so slippery for him. Feeling bold, I grabbed the back of her head and shoved her face into my crotch. I wanted her to lick my pussy while I stared at my husband fucking her from behind.

She pounded me, tongue-fucking my hole with the rhythm he was pounding into her, and the pace was perfect. The faster he went, the faster she went. My blood rushed and this intense feeling of heaven flooded all over me. I screamed so loud when I came that Brandy had to cover my mouth with her hand. Alan was about to finish, too, and groaned as he pulled his dick out of her and unloaded his creamy streaks all over her ass and back. We looked at each other for a moment and smiled. What a great adventure.

Brandy stood and cleaned herself up while we all got dressed. She thanked us for being such an amazing couple, waived the room charge, and comped our bar tab. Just kidding! We’re still paying off our credit card from that night, but it was so fucking worth it.

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