My husband, Jerry, his sexy friend Scott, and I had decided to check out the action at a popular strip club.

We had agreed to behave ourselves so we wouldn’t run the risk of being thrown out. Though this promise would cramp my style somewhat, I was determined to have a good time anyway.

As the club girls danced, stripped nude, and began working the floor, a long-haired blonde caught my eye. I leaned over to Scott and shouted over the music that I thought the blonde had a nice ass. Scott asked me to repeat what I’d said. When I did, his eyebrows shot up, and a bemused grin crossed his face. I would have loved to have worked up the courage to ask the blonde home and make love to her. I could almost feel her bouncy tits in my hands as I coaxed the sweet dew from her honeypot with my tongue, then grinding our pussies together until we came.

We watched the girls for a while until the guys said they were bored. I wasn’t sure what either of them had in mind once we returned home, so I figured I’d just play it low-key and find out.

Once we were home and had fixed some drinks, Jerry suggested I try on one of the new outfits he’d recently ordered for me. I put on some soft music and came out of the bedroom with tousled hair, wearing only a second-skin, shimmering green dress and black stiletto heels. I danced around the living room for a few minutes, nothing too sexy yet, trying to get a feel for Scott’s mood. By the look in his eyes, I could tell it was a “go.”

I told them I’d be right back, and skipped into the bedroom to change into a tight, short hologram dress. Scott really liked that one, so I started dancing more seductively, flashing bare ass and pussy, just a little to start. I slithered over to where Scott was sitting on the couch and straddled his legs, leaning toward him, bracing myself with my hands on the back of the couch, and looked into his eyes. He pulled his gaze from my half-exposed tits and gave me a long, slow kiss that held plenty of promise. Then I stood over him with my horny pink pussy just inches from his face and started swaying to the music. I guess he had had enough teasing, because he pulled me down to him and kissed me hard on the mouth.

When I caught my breath I slid onto the floor and undid his jeans. He raised his hips and I quickly pulled them off. Leaning over his already hard dick, I softly dragged my long, red hair back and forth across his thighs and balls, eliciting a twitch from his hard-on. There was a glistening drop of pre-come at the tip, a reassuring sign that I was doing okay. Running my nails down the insides of his thighs caused a sharp intake of breath followed by a deep groan of pleasure. I traced my tongue across the flat of his belly, circled his belly button, and slowly licked my way down to his hardness. I took his erection in my hand, looked at it admiringly for a moment, then circled the tip with my warm, wet tongue.

Scott pressed his head back against the cushion and sighed when I took all of him into my mouth. He felt so good to me that I just held him there for a few seconds. Moving my head from side to side and applying a firm squeeze at the base of his dick produced a responsive twitch. Shifting my attention to his balls, I first took one between my lips, gently swirled my tongue around it, and lightly sucked on it before releasing it and taking the other into my mouth.

I could have spent hours lavishing his eager cock with attention, but Scott had other ideas. He pulled me up onto the couch, and kissed me tenderly this time. Looking into my eyes, he inserted first one finger, then two, into my now very wet cunt, slowly stroking, then suddenly plunging his fingers in to the hilt, taking my breath away.

Alternating slow, shallow strokes with hard, deep finger plunges, he soon had me gasping. As I felt the first wave building I grabbed his head and put his mouth to my breast until I tumbled over the edge, screaming with the intensity of the orgasm. I buried my face into the side of his neck and rode with it as reality blurred into nothing but spasms.

As the contractions slowed, faded, then finally stopped, I opened my eyes. I looked over at my husband, who had remained quietly watching. He just gave me a little smile and nodded as if to say, “You have a great time. Don’t worry about me. I’m fine.”

By this time I wanted Scott inside me. I whispered in his ear, “Fuck me.” He flashed a rather self-satisfied smile and stretched out on the couch. I grabbed his dick and rubbed my swollen clit with the head, then lowered myself onto his pole, savoring every inch of him.

I buried him deep inside me one stroke at a time, and began rocking in slow motion. Bracing my hands against his chest, I raised myself off my knees and onto my feet so that the only parts of us touching were my hands on his chest and his dick deep inside me. This wasn’t going to take long. I could feel another wave building. I was looking him straight in the eye and began to shudder as it hit. When the contractions began I collapsed onto him, driving him deeper into me. I tongued his ear and whispered, “My God, this feels so good.”

As my climax waned I caught my breath and sat up. I got up on shaky legs, left the room, and came back with a handful of baby oil. Scott was lying on the couch, smoking, when I came back. I sat next to him, took his dick again in my hand, and as he and Jerry talked I began massaging Scott with the baby oil. I think he was a little surprised, but he didn’t stop me. From the way his eyes closed, I knew he was enjoying the sensations. I must have been handling him just right, because he suddenly sat up, ditched the cigarette, pushed me onto the couch, and plunged his warm meat back into me.

As he slammed it home over and over, he whispered in my ear, “You feel so good inside and you smell so sweet.” Those few words drove me into another orgasmic frenzy. At one point I yelled, “Oh God.” All I could do was grab him by the ass and buck mindlessly against him, wanting more.

Abruptly he stopped thrusting and kind of slid off to one side a bit, fucking me with long, slow strokes. After a few minutes he raised up on an elbow, looked into my eyes, and asked if I was okay. I answered, “Oh yeah, baby. I’m doing just fine.”

He whispered, “Good. Because I could do this for hours.”

I moved just enough so that he had no choice but to be back on top of me. I raised both legs straight up and again growled, “Fuck me.”

By his breathing and the quiet, almost fierce way he slammed his dick into me, picking up the pace, no fooling around now, I knew he was close. I reached a hand under us and stroked that hot little spot between his balls and ass hole. Over my own panting and groans I heard him whisper, “I just dumped a huge load into you.” That was all I needed to fall over the edge.

As our passion finally subsided, Scott kissed me over and over, nuzzling my neck as we tried to catch our breath. Finally he collapsed onto me, and we took our time regaining our senses. I contracted my inner muscles and gave his now relaxing cock a final “pussy hug.” He laughed, contracting his dick in reply. We continued to cuddle for a few minutes until Scott figured he’d better head for home before he fell asleep. After one last kiss he walked out into the night. I turned to my husband and smiled a sleepy but satisfied smile.

Jerry headed for the bedroom and got undressed while I locked up. I bent to kiss him good night when something caught my eye. I could see I had one more very enjoyable task to complete before turning in. I moved down and took his hard-on in my mouth and gave my generous husband a long, slow, loving blowjob. After sitting through the evening’s performance, he didn’t take long. I swallowed his load, gave his cock a goodnight kiss, and tumbled into bed-exhausted, but very content.