by Mia Moore
One eyebrow is lowered, and puzzlement pours from her eyes but her voice is nonchalant. “What can I get you?”
“A vodka and soda, please. Make it a double with a slice of lime.” My throat is tight and my smile feels plastic trying to act as if coming to a strip club dressed like this is an everyday occurrence.
I focus on the stage; watching the strong legs of the performer grip the pole, holding her body aloft as she lowers her torso behind her. Aside from the rhinestone G-String she’s totally naked, shimmying her shoulders, making her boobs jiggle provocatively. Light blue eye-shadow highlights dark eyes that flash at the crowd, lips parted in seduction.
Her body swings around the pole and off, grasping it with one hand while she raises her leg to the side. She must have some training in ballet to be able to do that so easily. Her leg is aloft, hand holding her ankle and revealing a glittering g-string that falls short of covering her.
A man sitting at a table directly in front of the stage, rises and takes a bill from his wallet. He holds it up, while she dances closer and bends for him to tuck it into the strap at her hip. She lingers for a beat, long enough for his hand to drift down her hip and thigh before he returns to his seat.
My head swivels around at the slap of my drink hitting the wooden surface of the table. “That’ll be eight-fifty or would you like to run a tab?” The waitress smiles down and I notice a splash of freckles over her nose and the tattoo of a red rose on her neck.
“I’m waiting for someone.”
“Aren’t we all. That’s okay. I’ll run one.” She turns and with a swish of micro pleats she steps to the table next to me and leans over, places her ear next to the mouth of the guy sitting there. Just a flash of white, lace trimmed panties can be seen before she stands and walks to the bar.
The man she served, eyeballs me. He’s probably in his early thirties, dark haired, dressed in a business suit—handsome in a rugged way. I return his look, even manage a smile before turning my gaze to the bar and the rest of the people, mostly guys, sitting at tables.
When I’m about to look at the stage, I glimpse at him, see a smile spread over his mouth. He hasn’t stopped eyeing me. I take a long swallow of the vodka and watch the performer over the rim of my glass. She’s back at the pole and treats it like it’s a giant phallus, slides her pussy along the smooth, hard surface, up and down while rolling her head from side to side.
I’ve never been at a live show like this, only seen glimpses of strip shows in movies. I have to admit, it’s erotic watching her, almost like seeing her masturbate and have an orgasm right here in front of everyone. The warm numbing sensation of the vodka working its way into my limbs, also infiltrates my pussy. I take another long sip of the liquid courage and see the waitress appear once more at my table.
She sets the glass down and leans over to speak close to my ear. “It’s from the guy at the next table. His name’s Derek and he’s been tipping really heavy. You can make some serious coin tonight if you get what I mean.”
When she rises, I see him lift his glass and smile at me. Oh fuck. They actually DO think I’m a hooker. I finish my first drink in one swallow and hold the fresh one up, mouth a thank you.
“Hey Gorgeous.” A whisper and quick peck on my cheek before Mason stands next to me, slides a chair out and is seated.
“Hi.” I’m not the only one who’s been clothes shopping today. He looks better than ever, in the new, black leather jacket. With his olive complexion and dark hair and the white button down shirt, he’s downright dangerous.
“So how many guys did you have to fight off waiting for me?” He signals to the waitress and places his hand over mine.
“Just the guy over there.” I signal with my eyes. “He bought me a drink. Thank God, you showed up before he asked to join me.”
He looks over my shoulder, checking out the table next to us. “Shit. He’s not bad looking. I would have liked to see that.”
“What! You’d like to see some guy hit on me? In a place like this, I’m sure it’d be a grope-fest.”
He sits back in the chair as the waitress inserts herself between us.
After she’s gone, he downs half the drink and grins. “You might like it.”
He pulls his chair closer to mine and leans in, his mouth so close to my ear that his breath tickles. “Anna, let’s ask him to join us. Have you ever fantasized about another guy? I know I’VE fantasized about watching you with someone else.”
My head jerks back and I stare at him. From the set of his mouth and soft gaze into my eyes, he’s serious. He places his hand on my thigh and slides it higher, inching under the hem of the skirt.
He likes threesomes from what I saw last night, but is he actually going to set one up, here? Now?
Oh my God. I down the rest of my drink and look at him once more, not sure what to say. Of course, I’ve fantasized, wondered about certain guys who’ve flirted with me, how would they be in bed? But to actually DO it? I’d never cheat on Mason.
Is it cheating if he’s there?
He nudges my thigh, pushes my legs farther apart and his finger grazes against my pussy. I glance around the bar but people are focused on the stage; well all but Derek at the next table. He smiles when our eyes meet. Oh fuck, can he see what Mason is doing from where he’s sitting?
Once more Mason leans in and speaks low. “Imagine that it’s the other guy playing with your pussy. How do you like it?”
“Mason, are you sure? You’d actually want another guy to fuck me while you watch?” A thrill settles low in my stomach as the words leave my mouth. It’s so decadent.
Oh God, his finger softly rubs my clit, rolling it and teasing. I gasp and now it’s my turn to shift closer.
“Yeah. Let’s try it. If you don’t like it, we’ll never do it again, promise.” He kisses my lips and when he pulls back, there’s desire, but also love in his eyes.
“How about if we just let him join us at the table, for now? If that goes okay and he’s interested, then maybe more.” The words fly from my mouth as his finger continues to rub and get me hot. What would it be like to sit in a place like this and have a stranger masturbate me in front of my husband? Hell, at my husband’s request!
Mason nods, pulls his hand back and stands up. He steps away and I watch him approach Derek. He bends over and speaks. I don’t need to hear what he says to know that Derek is all in. A smile spreads over the young man’s face and he nods before his eyes meet mine.
When he rises and follows Mason back to the table I’m barely able to breathe. At Mason’s suggestion, Derek takes the chair close to mine and extends his hand. “I’m Derek.”
“Anna. Pleased to meet you.” I place my hand in his and feel his fingers close, locking me in place as he holds my gaze with his eyes.
“I hope you will be.” It’s as if his voice is the first caress, warming me to my core.
From the corner of my eye, Mason signals to the waitress for another round before taking a seat across from us. His back is to the stage, the performer’s efforts not even registering on his radar.
Derek wastes no time in placing his hand on my thigh when he lets go of my hand. “Such a pretty woman. Your husband’s a lucky guy.”
“I’ve… I mean WE’VE never done anything like this before.” I notice his perfect, white teeth, the dimple at the corner of his mouth, the cleft in his chin. His hair is a light brown and the shadow of beard growth has a reddish tinge.
When the waitress appears, I turn and see Mason’s brief smile, the fleeting dismissal of assets she generously displays when she bends to set the drinks before us.
When she leaves, Derek’s hand wanders higher on my thigh and I’m so conscious of my lack of panties. Part of me wants to spread my legs, stoke the fire that Mason started, but another part is unsure. Unsure? Hell, scared to death!
The whole evening has a surreal quality to it—from the black chick on stage shimmying and shaking, the sparks of light flashing from the rhine
stone nipple clips, to the stranger smiling into my eyes, his hand creeping up my leg.
There’s pressure on my knee and I turn to look at Mason. He nods and pushes harder with his shoe, silently requesting that I open my legs, expose my pussy to Derek’s fingers.
I exhale softly through my nose and give in to his command and my own desire. Derek’s finger slides in the hollow where my thigh and groin meet—oh my God, the second time today a stranger has touched me there—to find slippery wetness.
Ever so slowly, his finger inserts between my pussy lips and drags upward. I gasp when it lands on my clit, close my eyes for a moment to relish the jolt of pleasure that shoots through me.
When I open my eyes again, Derek is gazing at my boobs, his lips parted slightly. Now his finger alternates between rolling my nub of pleasure in small circles to stroking the tip of it. Oh God, it feels so good that I spread myself wider.
He leans closer and his tongue traces the folds of my ear; delicious chills skitter down my spine, but his words cause a fresh release of wetness, a quick hot orgasm of pleasure in my clit.
“I’d like to lick you there, suck your tiny rosebud into my mouth and drive you crazy while your husband fucks you.”
Oh God, one of my hands grasp the table as I arch forward, lost in lust. The other dives straight to his crotch. He’s big and thick as a Polish sausage under the damp cotton of his pants. I clutch it, straining to pull it away, to encircle all of it in my hand. But my mind pictures him driving it into me.
Mason clears his throat and we both turn to look at him. “Finish you drink, Anna. Would you excuse us for a moment, Derek?”
Is he angry? Did this go too far?
“No problem, Mason. Give me a second to calm down though, Bro.” Derek drains the rest of the drink in front of him and rises. My gaze flits from his broad back, returning to his table to my husband.
Mason leans over the table until his face is only a few inches from mine. “How are you doing? Are you comfortable with taking this farther?”
“Oh God, Mason. I had an orgasm! What about you? Do you want more?” My clit is still pulsing and my pussy aches to be filled but if it’s Mason’s cock, I’m good with that too.
“Are you kidding? Let’s get a hotel room with him. I had to be sure that you were okay with this, before I suggested taking it farther.”
We both turn and smile at Derek, and gesture for him to return.
When he stands next to me, Mason rises to his feet and throws a fifty dollar bill on the table. “Derek, would you like a threesome with Anna and me?”
The back of Derek’s fingers brush my cheek as he watches me. He turns to Mason and grins. “Best offer I’ve had all day.” He flips a business card from the pocket of his jacket and gives it to Mason. “Call me with the details after you check in. I’ll pick up some more vodka.”
Chapter 5
The hotel turns out to be a motel but it’s nearby, only a few blocks away. I wait in the car while Mason takes care of the details at the front desk.
As he walks back to the car, I shiver watching the hotel lights highlight his shoulders and the side of his angular face. Sometimes he just takes my breath away; he’s so handsome and sexy. It’s like the night we first met, when he swept me off my feet and into his bed.
And THIS, tonight, has me squirming in my seat.
He gets in and turns to me, his hand resting on the car key in the ignition. “No second thoughts? I don’t have to call Derek. It can be just you and me and it’ll still be great.”
“I know. But this is fun. Derek told me he’d like to lick my clit while you fuck me. I’ve always wondered what that would be like--kind of the best of both worlds, if you know what I mean.”
Mason’s hand drops from the car switch and takes mine in his. He places my hand on his crotch and pumps his groin, pushes his shaft against me. “I know. Look how hard I am.”
“Oh God. Call him now. Hurry, let’s get in the room.” I give his cock a squeeze and he pulls his cell phone from his pocket.
He speaks briefly to Derek, hangs up and drives around the building to find the room at the back. We park and enter the room. I’m in some kind of dream state or something; just floating along in this scenario. I’m part of it, but part of me is watching at the same time. The watching part of me is bewildered. Bewildered at how excited I am.
There’s a king sized bed in the centre of the room, sheathed in a burgundy bedspread, a table with two chairs are set in front of the window and a short hallway is dimly lit from the open door of the bathroom.
“I’m going to take a quick shower before he gets here. I’m so wet from the scene in the bar.” I walk to the bathroom pulling the lacy top up and off.
When I enter, I see myself in the mirror clad only in the black demi bra and short leather skirt. My cheeks are flushed and my eyes sparkle and I know it has nothing to do with the double vodkas. I slip the skirt off and my gaze roves over my body. I’ll put the garter belt, stockings and bra back on before Derek arrives. It adds to the sexy, slut image.
Image. That’s it! My bewildered self points at me in the mirror. I’m role playing! Just like when we were kids! We’d play a game and take on roles! Someone would be ‘it’, and the others would hide! This… is just a game!
And I’m ‘it’! I watch my face and form an expression of a hot, horny, hungry slut and lick my lips.
I turn the shower on, slip the rest of my clothes off and step inside. The tub is narrow and short but the water pressure and temperature are fine. In a couple of minutes I’m bathed and ready for more.
As I dress, I hear Mason open the room door and then the murmur of voices. God, that was quick! He didn’t lose any time getting here. He’s as horny as Mason and me.
I open the bathroom door and take a few steps to enter the bedroom. Both men turn to face me, their eyes drifting from my half covered boobs, to my hips. The bare V bordered by the straps of the garter holds their attention for a few beats before they check out my stockinged legs and feet in the spiky heels.
Derek lets out a soft wolf whistle and walks towards me. His arms circle my body and he pulls me close, kisses my neck. “Jesus, Anna. You were hot in the bar but you’re smokin’ right now.”
My hand leaves his back and slides across his waist and down…down to his cock…cup it in my palm before I slide the zipper open. I unbutton his belt and waistband and shove the fabric away to free his cock. It pops out and my fingers close around it, massage the pre-cum into the bulbous head and lower, over the turgid shaft.
It’s so big and has a wicked curve…Oh God, I can’t wait to get that inside me.
Mason walks to us and stands behind me. His hand grasps and rolls my tit while his other slides over my ass and between my legs. I’m sandwiched between them—Derek’s cock in my hand as Mason presses his groin against my ass, teases my pussy with his hand.
Their lust, Mason’s breath against my neck and his hand stroking my clit…it’s hot but I need more. I moan and press my hand against Derek’s chest, push him away.
“Anna…” Derek groans.
I take a step away from Mason, see the cold drink of vodka on the table next to the bed and walk towards it. I pick up the drink and turn, wander to the end of the bed and sit down. “My turn guys. You’re over-dressed.” I’m going to enjoy watching them strip.
Derek smiles but his fingers tear at his shirt, loosen the buttons and he flings it on one of the chairs. His bare chest, the firm pectorals coated in fine brown hair and the abs reveal a man who is no stranger to the gym. When he pushes his pants past his hips, his legs are muscular and ropey. But it’s his cock that my eyes rivet to. It’s thick, pressing against his washboard tummy.
I squirm on the bed, shifting my weight to the other side. When I tear my eyes from his groin and look into his eyes, Derek’s smile widens. Oh my. Nothing shy about this guy. I ogle his package and he likes it.
Mason is naked now, his cock standing out, stiff as a flagpol
e, ready for more. In two strides, he’s in front of me, taking the drink from my hand and reaching to set it on the night table. He climbs onto the bed, sitting with his back propped against the headboard. Okay…it’s like all he needs is popcorn.
Derek steps closer and I shift to the side of the bed. His delicious looking cock is in front of my face. I want to taste it, roll my tongue over the purple helmet that glistens in the light, and I know that Mason is watching, that this is something he longs to see.
My fingers close around Derek’s cock and I massage it slowly, look up into his eyes. His eyelids are hooded, lips parted and his fingers streak through my hair. I edge forward and lick the satin surface, slide my tongue in a circle, rim the head before teasing the pre-cum from the slit. It tingles and tastes salty. His fingers massage my scalp, urging me forward.
When I open my mouth wide and take him inside a sharp intake of breath fills my ears. Lower and lower, my tongue flicking over the veins and velvet thickness, while my hand continues to massage the base.
There’s pressure on the bed and Mason’s hand is on my breast, his fingers pushing the cup of the bra lower and pulling my nipple, tweaking and pinching it. A pulse of pleasure shoots to my clit and I reach for him with my free hand. His cock is hard as granite.
“Anna. I need to fuck you.” At the growl that erupts from Mason’s throat, I ease back slowly on Derek’s cock and turn to my husband. The lascivious request dripping with desire, the cock in my hand—it’s a fantasy come true. I’m no longer Anna the good wife, but sexy, slutty Anna these guys are dying to fuck—as much as Anna craves it.
Mason shifts and lays on the bed, his cock hard and pointed at the ceiling. When I rise and place my knee on the bed, about to straddle him and finally get a hard cock inside me, he stops me.
“Face away from me.”
I turn and swing my leg over his hips, take his cock in my hand. Oh God, I want it inside but instead, I lower slowly, slide it through my wet pussy lips till it glides over my clit, soft as a lover’s kiss. My eyes close and I sigh, roll my hips, pressing his cock on my swollen nub of lust. What makes it hotter still is the young man watching, gaze locked on my pussy.