"A Night Out On The Town"

One Saturday evening a couple of months ago, my husband arrived home from
work just shortly after I had returned from running my usual weekend
errands. I was looking in the freezer trying to decide what I could whip up
quickly for dinner, when he walked up behind me, put his arms around me,
and said, “Don’t worry about supper. I’m taking you out tonight.” I spun
around and looked at him with astonishment, for one, because he rarely
wants to go out on a day he’s worked without kicking back for at least a
little while, and two, he’s never been very big on going out-to-eat. I
questioned him on these two points, and he assured me that he was fine, and
that he had planned a wonderful evening for us. He also said that if I was
a “good little girl”, that I would be treated to a surprise he had
arranged. I could tell by the glint in his eye (and by the way he lightly
pinched my nipple through my blouse) that his “surprise” was obviously
sexual in nature. I smiled and kissed him, and was off to get ready.

I took my time in the shower, making sure I was thoroughly clean and shaven
in “all the right spots”. Once I finished, I went into the bedroom to apply
my makeup and fix my hair so that my husband could get showered and shaved
as well. I had to take great care in selecting my attire for the evening –
it had to be suitable enough for the nice restaurant we were going to, but
sexy enough for where I hoped he would take me later. I had a strong
suspicion that it would either be a swinger’s club near our town that we
had often talked of attending but had not as of yet, or a near by
gentlemen’s club that we had visited on a few occasions, as it is actually
quite a classy place, the women there are very beautiful, and they are not
opposed to couples coming in, or to giving lap dances to women.

I found myself wanting to rush through dinner in anticipation of the latter
part of the evening. I could feel myself getting damp just imagining the
possibilities. Of course, the number of margaritas I’d had mixed with not
eating a full meal because of my excitement didn’t help matters any.

When we left the parking lot of the restaurant, my husband turned down a
road I was not accustomed to taking, and being buzzed on top of it did not
help make the direction we were going any clearer. After several turns and
about 30 minutes, we were finally back into what I considered familiar
territory, and I now knew where we would be going this evening – it was the
gentlemen’s club we like so much. I was very glad to see this, for one,
because we had not been in about two months, and I was beginning to have
“withdrawals”, and two, because during our last few visits there was one
particular dancer who we had become quite friendly with, and I was eager to
see her again.

Her name is Kerri. She wasn’t what some would call “picture perfect”, but I
thought she was divine – not too big, but not bony either – she had just
enough padding in just the right places. And beautiful breasts – soft and
supple, but not saggy, and definitely not fake. And boy could she dance.
Every time we left there after receiving a dance from her my panties would
be soaked through.

During the last couple of trips she and I “coincidentally” met in the
ladies room and managed to get in some very hot kissing and fondling before
someone would walk in. Up until then, I had never come even remotely close
to being with a woman sexually, but had fantasized about it often.
Therefore, these liaisons that occurred were like a dream come true. Well,
almost anyway. Things had never gone beyond the encounters at the club. But
on this night I discovered that all of that was about to change.

When we walked into the club and approached the door man, I got another of
many surprises of the evening. My husband handed him $40, and asked that we
be seated in the upstairs VIP section, which allowed patrons much more
privacy than that of the general seating area downstairs. That much I saw
and heard. My husband had said something else to him, but between the loud
music and him speaking softly, I was not able to determine what was said.

We were led upstairs by our waitress so quickly that I did not have the
opportunity to scan the club to see if I could spot Kerri. When we got
upstairs we were then seated at a table so far back that I could not see
into the downstairs area, an issue which I quietly protested to my husband.
Leaning close to me, he gently held my face in his hands and whispered, “It
will all work out in the end. Trust me.” He then gave me one of the most
passionate kisses we had ever shared. It left me so wobbly that I had no
strength to argue with him. Just as soon as we sat down, another waitress
arrived with our usual drinks, along with an ice-filled champagne bucket
which contained three more of my bottled beverages. I asked my husband
“What about your drink?”. He said that he was driving tonight, and after
the couple he had at dinner, this would be his last one. I still wondered
why I had been brought the extras, but I soon found out it was to allow for
minimal interruptions.

As I looked around the room (I was curious as we had never been up there
before), I realized we were the only ones there, which I found strange for
being so late on a Saturday night (it was almost 11:30 by now). But before
I got the chance to bring this point up, my husband excused himself to the
restroom. When he returned, he was not alone – Kerri was right behind him!
I allowed a huge grin to come across my face, and immediately felt myself
become damp once again. She looked so beautiful. She was wearing a black
satin corset, a black leather mini-skirt, and over-the-knee black leather
boots with high heels. She hurried over and gave me a huge hug and planted
a kiss on me. She sat down in the seat next to me and my husband sat across
the table from us, and we began with the usual chit-chat and catching up
since our last visit. I then asked her if she had been busy tonight, and
she said very, but it didn’t matter because she was all mine for the rest
of the night.

I then realized what was going on – my husband had reserved the VIP section
for us that night (which was later confirmed by him). This also explained
why we arrived so late, because I’m sure such reservations were expensive
enough for even the short period we would be there until closing. However,
I was still slightly disappointed about the amount of time we had, and I
brought this up to my husband when Kerri went downstairs to go on stage.
Again he said, “It will all work out in the end. Trust me.”

When Kerry came back upstairs, she promptly sat in my lap and planted a
deep, wet kiss on me. She then began to gently massage my breast through my
blouse, and I reached around and unhooked her corset. She pulled back in
feigned protest, and I said, “Well, you didn’t plan on dancing for me with
this on, did you? I just though I’d help you out a little.” She then began
the most sultry dance she had ever done for me. I soon found myself
extremely glad I had decided on the lace-top thigh-high black stockings and
matching black lace thong. As she moved her head between my legs, instead
of her usual brief “nose-nudging”, I distinctly felt her tongue gently
caress my clit through my panties. I truly thought I would explode right
then and there. But before I did, she moved back up on me so that her left
breast was right in front of my face. With my hands on her hips, I
instinctively took her nipple into my mouth and began sucking and gently
nibbling. After a brief period of this she moved again, kneeling on the arm
rests of my chair, so that now it was her pussy that was right in front of
my face. She teasingly rubbed it through her thong for a few seconds, and
then removed her hand and tilted her hips closer to me. I could immediately
smell her sweetness through the thin material. It was incredible. I decided
to return the favor she had bestowed upon me just a short time earlier. I
wanted to do even more, but I was afraid that as soon as I did someone
would walk upstairs. My husband must have read my mind, because he leaned
over to us and said, “Don’t get in too big of a hurry. We have all night.”
I wasn’t quite sure what he meant, as the club was to close in less than an
hour, but since all of his “surprises” had worked out so well up to this
point I decided not to question him.

The remainder of the evening was spent with Kerri performing a few more
dances, for both myself and my husband as well. Her dances for him, while
not quite as sultry as mine, were still quite a bit hotter than usual.
“Last call” came all too soon. Kerri kissed us both and excused herself to
the dressing room. She told us that she’d send the waitress up to take care
of our tab. When the lights came up at 2:00 am, we were still waiting for
our tab to be completed. Usually we would have been upset, but we agreed
that this time it was probably a good thing. It allowed time for the rest
of the patrons to leave the club without seeing the people who had
prevented them from coming upstairs for the last couple of hours.

We finally got finished up, went downstairs and waved goodnight to the
wait-staff and door man, and walked out to the parking lot. As we rounded
the corner of the building, I was both astonished and thrilled when I
looked up and saw Kerri standing next to our car! I looked at my husband
and he simply said, “See. I told you we had all night.” I squealed happily
and grabbed him and kissed him, and then we hurried towards the car. Kerri
and I climbed in the back seat and my husband in the driver’s seat, and we
were off. Needless to say, Kerri and I were keeping ourselves occupied, so
I paid no attention whatsoever to where my husband was driving us. After a
little while, he cleared his throat and said, “We’re here,” as he turned
into the parking lot of a nice hotel. I know knew why I was told to pack an
overnight bag including some of our “toys”, and my husband had done the
same.

Kerri and I gathered ourselves as we pulled up to where our room was
(apparently my husband had already checked us in before coming home from
work). We had a room at the end on the first floor, and it was obvious that
the one room next to us was vacant. I was glad to see this, because it
meant that I would not have to be concerned with trying to be quiet, which
I knew would be difficult considering what was about to take place.

We all took our bags from the car and went into the room, hanging the “Do
Not Disturb” sign before closing the door. I immediately excused myself to
the restroom to freshen up, and changed into a sexy sheer black camisole
with lace trim that matched my stockings and panties perfectly. Kerri went
in after me, and came out in nothing but thigh-highs and a pair of red
satin panties that tied on each side. My husband then followed suit, and
emerged with only his briefs (and an obvious bulge) on. I looked at him,
grinning mischievously, and said, “You didn’t think you were going to get
any tonight, did you?” But my wink let him know I was only teasing, and he
just smiled and winked back. I then put my hands on Kerri’s hips, and very
gently pushed her back on the bed, passionately kissing the whole time.
Once we were positioned at the head of the bed, I slowly started kissing my
way down her body, paying close attention to her breasts. I then traced
down the length of her belly with my tongue, and finally arrived at her
pussy. I teased her briefly, licking very softly through her panties. What
had begun as soft moaning from her, quickly became louder and more
frequent.

I couldn’t stand to tease her anymore, so I pulled at the strings on both
sides of her panties and slid them out from under her. I immediately delved
in to taste her sweetness, and she came almost immediately. She smelled and
tasted so incredible that I didn’t want to stop, so I moved myself with the
bucking of her hips and continued licking and sucking on her clit, all the
while fingering her pussy until she came 3 more times, one after another.

At this point I decided to give her a break, as I know from experience how
draining a multiple orgasm can be. I took this chance to look over at my
husband who was sitting in a chair at the edge of the bed watching us. He
had removed his briefs, ,and was busy stroking his cock, which was hard as
a rock, and had pre-cum oozing from the tip. I looked back and Kerri and
saw that she had calmed down some, and then looked back to my husband and
said, “Why don’t you come over here and let her suck that beautiful cock of
yours while I eat her pussy, that way it will be nice and wet for you to
fuck me with.”

I immediately looked at Kerri to make sure she was okay with this, and the
eager look in her eyes and sultry licking of her lips told us both she was.
She repositioned herself, sitting up a bit more, my husband knelt beside
her and she immediately took his entire cock into her mouth, causing a deep
moan to come from deep within him. I first thought I’d feel jealousy seeing
another woman suck my husband’s cock, but I was actually more turned on
than ever. I was so wet, I could feel my panties were soaked completely
through. But at the same time, I KNEW I would not be able to handle things
going any farther between the two of them, at least not that night. I had
noted this fact to my husband before when we had discussed our fantasies,
and knew he would respect my wishes.

As she worked her mouth up and down his cock, he played with her nipples. I
slid off the bed and went over to my bag. I pulled out a small thin anal
toy, a medium sized dildo, and a bottle of lube. She took a second to look
up and see what I had, and a huge smile spread across her face. She
continued on with my husband’s cock as I lubed up the toys, and
repositioned myself back in front of her pussy. I set the toys aside for a
minute and went back to licking her clit and fingering her pussy to make
sure she was good and wet.

I picked up the dildo first, and held it against the opening of her pussy.
I teased her at first, just barely pushing it inside her opening and then
pulling it out again. I guess she could not stand anymore of this, because
she suddenly thrust her hips up, causing the toy to go deep inside of her.
I took her cue, now pulling it out and then thrusting it back in all the
way to the base, slowly at first, but then faster and faster, keeping pace
wither her breathing and moans.

I then picked up the anal toy and slowly began pushing it into her ass,
keeping in rhythm with the toy in her pussy. Once both were going in and
out smoothly, I stated licking her clit again. It took only a few seconds
of this to send her over the edge. My husband used her break from his cock
for her own orgasm to take a break of his own. While I was letting her
catch her breath, he moved in behind me. I was so wet that he was able to
move all the way inside me on the first thrust. While I really wanted him
to fuck me hard, he was moving slowly in and out of my pussy so as not to
cum too soon.

By now, Kerri had caught her breath, and she turned around and slid
underneath me so that her pussy was now under my face, and my pussy was
over her face. She slightly propped herself up on her elbows and began
licking my clit while my husband fucked me, occasionally leaving my clit to
gently lick my husband’s balls. This nearly sent him over the edge, and he
had to pull out and stop for a minute, but that didn’t mean that Kerri was
going to stop with me. She greedily sucked on and licked my clit while my
husband played with my nipples. I came within a few seconds, so hard that
my knees nearly gave out.

Once I had stopped shaking, my husband re-entered my soaked pussy. After
just a few strokes, he pulled out and immediately pushed his cock against
my ass. Surprisingly to both of us, he was able to enter quite easily.
While it did hurt a little when he pushed all the way in the first time, it
was definitely more pleasure than pain. He was soon able to pick up the
pace a bit, getting himself into a steady rhythm. Kerri followed his lead
and entered 2 fingers into my pussy matching his pace, ,and began licking
my clit again. I then lowered my face to her pussy, and before long, we
were all on the verge of climaxing.

Kerri came first, and I licked her clean. She then became more furried with
her tongue and fingers, and my husband matched her quick pace, sending he
and I into roaring orgasms at the same time. Instead of moving, Kerri
stayed where she was, and when he pulled out, she licked up his and my cum
that was now trickling down the inside of my thighs.

We untangled ourselves and took turns showering off, first my husband, then
Kerri, and then myself. Shortly after I emerged, I heard a car honk right
outside our room. Kerri said, “Well, I guess that’s my roommate. I called
her while you were in the shower and said I was ready for her to pick me
up. I had discussed it with her after your husband made these arrangements,
and she agreed to come get me.”

I told her I had an incredible time, and she echoed my sentiments. She also
told us not to wait so long before coming into the club again, and we
promised we wouldn’t. She kissed us both goodnight and left.

My husband and I decided it was definitely time to get some shut-eye, as it
was now 4:30 am. We climbed into bed, with him spooned behind me, and he
assured me that we would be able to get a decent amount of sleep, as he had
already asked that our check-out time be extended to 2:00 pm instead of the
usual 12:00 pm. We whispered “I love you” to each other, and drifted off to
sleep in each other’s arms.

It was the most erotic evening I have ever experienced (so far anyway!).