I have been married for 20 years to Susan, the same wonderful girl I met in high school. Before you roll your eyes, hear me out.

My wife is as hot as she was when we first met, perhaps even more so now because of her experience. If our friends knew the truth about our sex life, they would be both shocked and envious. Susan and I play all kinds of games. We have closets full of sexy clothes, costumes, toys, and restraints. There are a thousand stories worthy of “Forum” in those closets, but none more exciting than this one.

We needed a vacation badly, and a trip to Cancún sounded great. Susan let me pack the outfits I wanted her to wear. She told me she had a surprise planned for me the second night, and to make sure I packed a little black dress for her. I picked out one of my favorites, which is halter-style with a full flared skirt, and very short. I also packed black platform shoes and crotchless hose.

We arrived the next day, which we ended with a late-night walk on the beach, where we made love. The next morning I could not stop thinking of her surprise. She told me that we were going to one of the finer strip clubs, and that she was going to make me very happy.

That night, she wore the little black dress and we took a cab to the club. Susan looked sexy and she knew it. Her lithe body floated under the dress. Her breasts strained at the fabric. I could barely contain myself, and Susan didn’t miss an opportunity to tease and flirt.

When we arrived at the club we were told to sit anywhere we liked, and if we saw a dancer we really liked we could take her into a private room where there were no rules. I paid little attention to the instructions because I was being pulled deep inside the club by Susan, who had already set her sights on a table close to the stage. She planted a lingering kiss on me and grabbed my cock. After ordering drinks, I looked around, taking in the scenery. I almost forgot for a second that I was with my wife.

“Do you see anything you like?” she asked. Her big, beautiful brown eyes sparkled with lust. When she gets that look I know she is up for just about any-thing. “Well, yes,” I said, looking deep into those eyes. I turned my attention back to the stage and the vision that had just possessed me: She was tall and lean with big, shapely breasts. Her hair was midnight black and fell almost to her ass. Her lips were full and her eyes were dark and exotic.

“I can see how much you like her,” Susan whispered in amusement, and walked up to the stage, where the dancer bent over to talk to her. For the first time I saw the exotic beauty smile, a warm Latin grin that belied her hauteur. The two women talked for a while. I saw my wife laugh, then slip a few dollars into the girl’s g-string. Looking around the club, I suddenly realized that Susan was getting the attention of a lot of horny men, though she hardly seemed to notice.

When she returned to the table, she smiled at me and whispered, “We can take Sonya into a private room if you like.” I could hardly contain my excitement.

We ordered another round and Sonya joined us. After a little chitchat, Sonya asked, “Would you like for me to dance for you and your lovely lady in the private room?” There was a brief discussion of money, and then she took Susan’s hand and walked toward the back of the club. For a moment, I just sat there in awe at the sight of this tall Latin beauty leading my pretty petite wife off into the dark, but I caught up to them as they entered a dim hallway and stopped at a door.

We followed Sonya inside. The room was small, with mirrors all around and a cushioned bench that Sonya motioned for us to sit on. She danced just inches from me and wasted no time pressing her breasts against my chest, tempting me to kiss, suck, and fondle them. She wrapped her arms around me, and I got lost in her dance.

Susan was watching with a smile. “Can I touch you?” she asked Sonya, who nodded yes. Susan stroked and kissed Sonya and then me, pawing at my now painful erection. It was like a dream.

I asked Sonya to please dance for my wife. She writhed and pressed against Susan, whose small delicate hands traced the outlines of this stranger’s gorgeous body. As Susan planted kisses on Sonya’s belly, thighs, and breasts, I pulled Susan to me, up off the bench. She and Sonya danced slowly together, with Susan’s beautiful pert ass right in my face. — Sonya could not see me as I released my throbbing cock. I ran my hand under Susan’s skirt and slid first two, then three fingers inside my wife’s hot chamber. She was very excited. It took only a few flicks of my fingers against her clit to make her come. The pressure of my fingers caused her to press slightly harder against Sonya, whose hands were trailing up and down my wife’s back and in her hair. — I was desperate for release. With my hand still warm and wet from Susan’s orgasm, I stroked my cock. I knew I would come soon, so I gently pulled Susan down on my straining rod. I slid in and pressed my hips up to completely bury myself in her. Her moisture poured over my cock. She gasped and ground her hips down hard on my tool. I knew I would come soon, but I was unsure how our dancer would react to this new level of intimacy. Sonya’s blazing eyes caught mine as I thrust deep into Susan. She pressed down on Susan’s shoulders, her breasts cupped in Susan’s hands. That was too much for me. I exploded. My powerful orgasm pumped shot after shot between Susan’s tight muscled walls.

Sonya kissed my wife on the neck, flashed me a smile, and gracefully left the room. Susan turned and gave me a passionate kiss that drained the last of my strength. I was overwhelmed. “Thank you. That was amazing, and you were incredible,” I said.