It had been almost a year since I had hired a male stripper for my wife and she had countered by hiring a female stripper for me. On occasion we would share a laugh about both episodes, reliving those highly erotic escapades. She liked to joke that I liked watching her watching him more than she liked watching him. I don’t know though. Maybe I was reading more into it than was there, but sometimes I sensed a look in her eyes when she talked about the male stripper — something more than a fond memory of a good time. Maybe it was my fantasy that she might still fantasize about it…happening again.
Anyway, we were enjoying one of our favorite sex games — a card game that involves dares — when my wife got a card asking her to describe a fantasy. When I get this card, I got out on a limb with something wild, but typically she comes up with something safer. It might have been the wine or the joint we’d smoked earlier, but she started to blush at the thought of telling her fantasy before she’d even started.
It took some prodding, but finally she told me her fantasy: to have Nick the Stripper come back.
I would count Nick’s first visit among the my erotic episodes ever, so all she had to do was suggest it and I was ready to roll. I called him the next day and set it up for that Saturday night. He had actually remembered us. When I told my wife that afternoon, she had two reactions—first, she was flustered and surprised that I had acted so soon, and second, she became visibly aroused. I think women fantasize as much as men, and I think she had been thinking a lot about Nick and his fine body.
Saturday night came in a hurry, and Nick was set to come by around 8 o’clock. I had set up some candles and soft music to set the mood. My wife had been in a state of distraction for a few days, and when she hadn’t come downstairs by 7:45 I was starting to wonder if she had lost her nerve. When she came down about ten minutes later, I realized that losing her nerve wasn’t an issue.
She had gotten dressed up. Sexy. I mean black, silky, lacy hot. My wife is a very attractive woman, very fit, and she was showing it off in a lacy black teddy covered by a silky black kimono. She even had on black high heels.
“Well, well,” I said. “Looks like somebody is really looking forward to tonight.”
She nodded, and then pointed to the front of my khakis, which had quickly become a tent. “You too, I guess,” she said smiling.
Just as I was about to answer there was a knock on the door, and my wife quickly blushed, pulled her kimono tight around her and sat down on the couch.
It was Nick, and it was just like seeing an old friend. I welcomed him in, got him a glass of wine, and we walked into the den where my wife was. When he saw her he did a double take, realizing simultaneously that she was both hot and … dressed to impress.
We went through a bit of small talk, smoked a joint, reminisced on old times and laughed, but I doubt any of us could remember what was said. The first encounter had been erotically charged but with an edge of uncertainty—this time there was a lot more erotic charge and less uncertainty.
We reached a lull in the conversation, and Nick filled it with a missile: “So who’s idea was it for me to come this time?”
My wife giggled, crossed her long sexy legs, looked up and down the length of Nick’s body, and placed a fingernail on the edge of her lips.
“Oh, it was MY idea this time,” she said. Her eyes were shiny with mischief. Mine were glazing over.
“Well let me get started then,” said Nick, who stood up and quickly unbuttoned the front of his shirt.
My wife was smiling and relaxed, not like the first time when she was nervous and probably wondering what I was thinking. We had had a few conversations over the last several months about how much I enjoyed watching her watch him undress, and her comfort level with the whole thing was much higher. MUCH higher.
Nick finished removing his shirt and began his slow movements toward my wife, who was sitting on the couch mesmerized but clearly enjoying every minute. Meanwhile, I was sitting on an adjacent chair, enjoying every second.
“Maybe you could give me a hand with this part,” said Nick, pointing to his belt buckle.
My wife looked up at him with a devilish smile, and without hesitation she edged forward to the front of the couch. Moving like an expert, she put her hands on his thighs and then moved them slowly up until they met at the belt buckle. Her eyes moved from looking up at him to the buckle, and she carefully worked it off and then moved on to the clasp and zipper of Nick’s jeans. I could tell she was anxious to see his cock free once again.
Not only anxious, I realized, but she had put it was becoming apparent that she had put some advanced thought into the whole thing. She put her hands on Nick’s waist and slowly stood up, putting her small thin body tantalizing close to Nick’s muscular physique. She still had her kimono on and closed, but it had gotten looser, and I’m sure Nick could make out the lacy teddy underneath.
Then, with one hand drifting across Nick’s torso, she took a few slow steps until she was positioned behind him, and both of her hands then came up to embrace him from behind. Her hands started on his stomach, then drifted down until they slipped inside the open front of Nick’s jeans. She slowly pushed his jeans downward to his knees, then let her hands slowly move back up over his thighs, lingering once again at the front of his tight black underwear. Then she slowly moved back around to Nick’s front, letting her hand drag slowly across his ass.
“Was that enough of a hand?” she asked with a coy smile. She was looking up at him and her hands were comfortably on his torso.
Nick couldn’t help but laugh. “That was more than enough of a hand,” he said. “You were so good at that I might ask you to help me out of these underwear.”
“Hmmm,” purred my wife, looking over at me. “What do you think hon, do you think I should help him out of those?”
“Yes,” I rasped, realizing my throat was dry. I swallowed. “I think you should.”
“Well then, I guess I will,” she said, looking back up at Nick.
Her body moved forward toward Nick, closing the small space between them, and her hands drifted around behind him and slid down to Nick’s ass. As she pulled him toward her, her head found his chest, and she began to lightly kiss him across the chest as her hands massaged his ass.
Yes, in case you were wondering, I was enjoying it all very much thank you.
After an epic minute or so of this, she slid her hands down inside his briefs and started rubbing his bare ass, and she was just tall enough with her high heels to work her kisses up to Nick’s neck.
Then she began working Nick’s briefs off, first kneeling in front of him and then pulling them slowly down. When she freed his cock it was large and rock hard, and maybe half a foot from her admiring eyes. She took her sweet time pulling them down the rest of the way, because she was clearly enjoying the view.
Eventually her hands worked his briefs down to his ankles, and then she worked her hands back up his legs until they came to rest on either side of his turgid cock, barely an inch away from touching him.
Then she eased back onto the couch. “Whew,” she said. “I’m getting dizzy.”
“Yeah, me too,” said Nick, laughing. “Who’s paying who, by the way.”
We all had a good laugh at that, and it was a nice tension breaker. Speaking personally, a tension breaker was something I really needed.
The tension breaker had an effect on Nick as well, as his rock hard erection had drifted down to half mast. My wife’s eyes had hardly left Nick’s cock, and she noticed about the same time that I did that there was a big drop of precum forming on the end of his cock. Her housekeeping instincts took over, and rather than letting the drop hit the carpet she shifted forward on the couch and reached a finger out to catch the drop. It happened so fast she probably didn’t realize what she was doing, and when she did she couldn’t help but smile.
So she’s sitting there with this naked guy’s cock just inches away, and she’s got this sticky stuff on her finger, and she’s really got nowhere to wipe her finger off, she did what came naturally. She put the finger in her mouth and licked it off.
I’ll pause here to summarize and compose my thoughts. “Wow.”
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better I noticed that there was still more precum oozing out of Nick’s cock, and my wife’s finger quickly came back for another load. This time her cum covered finger remained in contact with the tip of Nick’s cock, and with a hypnotic look in her eyes she stared at her finger on his cock (later she claimed an out-of-body experience) as her finger moved into a slow, rhythmic pattern, spreading the precum all over the tip of his cock, then getting some more and spreading it around the middle, and finally reaching the hilt. Everytime she came back he seemed to have another load ready, and soon his entire cock was lubricated by her roaming finger.
My mind was just about blown away watching this scene, so I really don’t know how I was even able to formulate words, but as I sat there with my hand stroking my cock through the front of my pants, I somehow got some words out.
“So, how does he taste?” I asked, breaking the silent meditation of the room in a way that surprised even me.
My wife looked over at me like she had forgot I was even there, finally removing her attention from his cock. Her mind gradually processed the question.
“He tastes good,” she said, her eyes coming back to his cock, and a finger coming back to her mouth. “Very good.”
“Hmmm.” I said carefully. “Maybe you should have another taste.”
So here’s the scene: My wife is sitting forward on the edge of the couch, still slowly moving her finger around Nick’s lubricated, rapidly growing cock. Her face is just inches away from coming in contact with him. She is practically hypnotized by his manhood. And her husband has just encouraged her to taste this stranger’s cock. But I was beyond encouragement. At that moment I would’ve painted the house to see her take him in his mouth.
I knew this was her fantasy, and she knew it was mine. She may have had some reluctance at the beginning, but it was gone now.
She didn’t even look back over at me. Her glazed eyes were still focused on her finger as it continued to lubricate this big, delicious cock in front of her and all of her resistance was defeated. She brought her hand together around the base of Nick’s fully erect cock and then, inch by inch, her mouth closed the space gap between them, until her lips were just inches from the tip. Her tongue came out and she licked him on one side of the tip of his cock, then the other. Then, unable to resist the overpowering temptation any longer, she opened her mouth and took his cock in with a passionate “mmmmmm.”
I should point out here that my wife gives epic blowjobs, mainly because she likes to do it. She likes to suck my cock so much that sometimes I have to get her to stop.
Nick didn’t seem to interested in making her stop, he was very much enjoying it, he knew I was enjoying it, and he wasn’t in any hurry to finish. I was about to explode just watching her, but he was in control.
She sucked his cock from the edge of the couch for a while, then she got down on her knees in front of him, her movement pushing her kimono open a little more. She sucked him with a passion, occasionally pulling back so she could visually admire his cock and give it a few light licks. I think she was just barely aware that I was in the room, because she carefully positioned herself so that I could view all the action. Unless you’ve already seen your wife on her knees in black lingerie and high heels giving a stranger a passionate blow job, you can’t imagine how hot this scene was. Desperate for some relief, I had to unbutton and unzip my pants. No one seemed to notice.
In fact, Nick had moved over to a seated position on the couch, with my wife kneeling in front of him. Nick leaned back while my adoring wife continued her with her incredible, non-stop oral passion. Then he laid down on the couch, her mouth never once leaving his cock. One of her hands found its way to his chest, and the other one was lightly stroking his balls, while his hands were running through her hair and occasionally helping her set the pace on his growing erection.
My wife was so caught up in it she was moaning almost continually, and it was like she couldn’t get close enough. Before long she had climbed up on the couch with him, and settled her body between his legs and continued this long, torrid blow job.
The only problem was that my view wasn’t as good as before, and Nick seemed to recognize that. Ever the showman, he eased my wife off and stood back up in front of the couch, coming close to where I was sitting. My wife got back down on her knees, the kimono getting looser still, and took Nick back into her mouth with yet another long “mmmm,” so close to where I was that felt the air move when she moaned.
Her hands moved behind him and found his ass, and she began rhythmically pulling him towards her. As I watched his big cock go in an out of her mouth, I began to sense that it was growing even larger still, and his hips were moving more and more. My wife could feel him getting larger too, and she quickened the pace of her sucking and moaning. After what seemed like an hour, Nick leaned back his head and groaned and I could see his cock twitching in orgasm, still going in and out of her mouth, and his orgasm seemed to just keep coming and coming, and while I knew my wife liked to swallow I wasn’t surprised when I saw some of Nick’s cum sliding out the side of her mouth. She didn’t slow down though, sucking and swallowing all she could take.
Finally his cock began to stop twitching, and my wife eased back to a pattern of soft licking and kissing as his massive erection eased. She used a finger to wipe off the cum on her face and then licked it clean. Both Nick and I were impressed.
Then she sat back on the couch and eased back on the cushions, still without taking her eyes of that delicious cock she had enjoyed so much. “Whew,” she said. “I think its gotten hot in here.”
Nick laughed and agreed, and then with a wink to me he said “Maybe you should take off your robe to help cool off.”
I didn’t think she’d go for that, but I had been surprised so far. She looked over at me and said “maybe so,” with a smile.
“Maybe,” I said, “Nick could help you take it off.”
She looked back over at Nick, and with a smile, said “Maybe so.”
My wife stood up on her high heels in front of Nick, and then turned around so that her back was up against his naked body. His arms came around her waist and found the sash of her robe. It had become very loose, so it was easy for him to pull it free, and it fell open to reveal my wife’s hot body in her lacy black teddy.
She was not in a hurry to take it all the way off though, and her hands found their way behind her up to clasp behind Nick’s neck, making for yet another epic erotic pose. His hands found her waist, and they began a little slow dance, right there for me to enjoy. They moved around together in a slow circle, providing me a fantastic show.
After a while her arms moved down and drifted back behind his ass, and she pulled him toward her as they moved in rhythm. Nick took the opportunity to ease off the robe, so now my wife was just in her teddy and heels, and the sexy dance continued.
I soon became aware by the way she was grinding back against him that his cock had gotten hard again and that she was working her pussy against the top side of his cock. I knew from experience that she liked the way a cock felt on her clit from that position, and I could tell she was loving it. I mean, loving it.
Ever anxious to assist, I reached over to a nearby table and picked up a coaster. I tossed it on the couch in front of my cock-riding wife, and said, “hey, can you pick that up for me?”
At first she didn’t understand, but a visual slowly came to her, and she smiled and bent forward at the waist until her hands were on the couch. Nick was still standing erect (yes, both ways) behind her, and she was now bent over the couch continuing to use the top of his cock to rub up against her. She knew I was not in a hurry for me to pick up the coaster, and she took her time grinding back against Nick, who was now moving his hands back and forth from her ass to her lower back. His hands moved to a position on her waist and he took control over the rhythm of the grind, rubbing his cock up against her. I could see his cock when he pushed her forward, then it would disappear when he pulled her toward him. If I hadn’t been familiar with the teddy, which I knew wasn’t exposed at the crotch, I’d think I was watching my hot wife get fucked right there in front of me. All I could think was that I wouldn’t mind watching that one bit.
As I lightly stroked my stiff cock—lightly, because I was ready to explode—I came to the conclusion that this night just couldn’t get any better. It was definitely the hottest sexual experience of my life.
Then, miraculously, it got even better. My cock-riding wife picked up the coaster and swung around toward me, still riding on top of Nick’s cock. She put her hands on my legs and dropped the coaster onto my crotch.
“Oops,” she said smiling. “I guess I need to pick that up.”
Nick had picked up the rhythm again, though this time it was him doing the grinding, thoughtfully allowing my wife the ability to service her man. And she wasted no time, pushing the coaster aside as the diversion we all realized it was and pulling my aching cock out. She must’ve known how close I was to losing it, so she took her time, rotating between stroking and lightly touching my cock. A few times she bent forward to kiss and lick the tip of my cock, but I could tell it was taking some effort to bend Nick’s giant erection down that far. I was in a position now where I could see the tip of Nick’s cock pushing forward, and as he grew harder still I could see that it was pushing my wife’s ass further into the air.
Nick could also sense this, and ever the gentleman, he eased my wife down into a crouched position on her knees and got down behind her on his knees. Now he was going at her full doggy style, and now she was in the perfect position to perform her second blow job of the night. And I was in perfect position to watch my wife get pseudo fucked doggy style as she sucked on my cock.
And it was a perfect position that I did not want to end. I curled my toes, bit my tongue, thought about Margaret Thatcher naked on a cold day, anything to keep from coming too soon. This was far too much fun to end.
I knew my wife was enjoying it too, by her moaning and the flush look on her face as she licked and sucked my cock while she rode Nick’s cock with a grinding, moaning passion.
Finally, the vision of her sucking my rod while a muscular stranger doggy-styled her became too much, and I exploded in an orgasm that I’m pretty sure was the most intense I’d ever had. Once again my wife swallowed the entire load, and Nick never slowed his pace behind her. Despite the huge orgasm I never really lost my erection watching my hot wife wriggling around on Nick’s cock, obviously still enjoying every minute. I had the feeling that she was so overheated that had I asked her to, she would’ve stripped off the teddy and fucked Nick silly right there on the floor. But when we had agreed to do it again, she had said she didn’t want to go that far, so I wasn’t going to push it and have her be sorry later.