by Matthew Lee
We weaved our way through the dim light, smoke, and booming music. Meagan was on a back stage and was shocked and delighted to see us. She wore tiny bikini bottoms, her top was on the floor across the stage, and she was busy smearing rainbow glitter all over her big tits. She squealed and dropped to her knees in front of us and gave Amy a huge kiss on the mouth. I got a happy wave. Everyone around wondered who the hell we were. We took our seats and watched her dance, tipping her often, until her set ended and she left the stage for the dressing room. Minutes later she reemerged, wrapped in a tiny black robe, and took Amy's hand.
“I want to talk to this girl,” she yelled over the driving beat, pointing at Amy. “Is that okay?”
I nodded and raised my drink and Amy kissed my cheek and left with Meagan. I watched them walk away. Fucking women are fucking beautiful.
One stage over a tall blond with hair to her ankles twisted her head to the beat. My eyes had to rest somewhere so I rested them on her and admired her lithe body as she moved through her routine. She was impressive. Her breasts, partially hidden behind a powder blue camisole, were half the size of Amy's but equally firm. Men were throwing money at this girl. She faced me briefly and her large blue eyes and high cheek took my breath. Clearly, this place hired only the most gorgeous dancers.
After quite a while Amy still had not returned. I ordered another drink and used the restroom and got back to my spot just as my drink arrived, but still no Amy. I kept an eye on the dressing room but saw no sign of her or Meagan so finally said fuck it, and moved over to tip the blond. If Amy can have her fun, so can I.
I crossed my legs and felt my phone ringing in my sports-coat pocket. The screen showed three missed calls, all from Amy. I had a message and tried to listen but the music was too loud so I grabbed my drink and headed to the restroom again. The message played and in the background I heard Meagan laughing as Amy told me to sit tight as the two of them were headed to a private section of the club and she would be back shortly.
So now I knew. I guessed I had at least half an hour, maybe an hour, so I picked the hottest dancer in the club and dropped into a stool at her feet.
An hour later I was over a hundred dollars poorer, but I was smiling. A hot, breathy voice came up behind me.
“Take me home and fuck me,” Amy croaked. “I need a hard dick in me right now.”
I turned. She'd obviously been drinking but wasn't drunk. Her clothing had rainbow glitter all over so I knew Meagan had been running her hands and body all over my wife, which was sexy and concluded was the source of her arousal.
“Why?” I responded. “Did Meagan get you all worked up but lacks the right equipment?”
“Something like that,” she said, and reached across my lap and gulped the last of my drink. Her eyes said there was more going on than I realized so I waited for her to explain.
“Come on, Honey,” she implored.
Now I was intrigued. I held my ground. She gave an exasperated sigh.
“Off this main club is a VIP area and off that they have a very exclusive and very private Emperor's section. Holy shit, Honey, Meagan took me back there and we watched from behind a two-way mirror. There were hot girls fucking and sucking men all over the place! Everyone had their own private booth area but they all faced our mirrored wall, like horse stalls in a barn. There was every kind of guy but the girls were all smoking hot. Fuck! I got so turned on. Meagan says she often sits behind that glass and masturbates. She said a few of the girls do. The owner won't let any male employees back there. This place is crazy.”
I felt her body heat through my jacket as she was pressed up against me. A sexy Asian girl left the back room and strode onto stage as the DJ announced her. Amy pointed her out.
“I saw that girl sucking a black cock just five minutes ago. You have got to take me home and fuck me.”
“Where's Meagan? Is she going to join us?”
“Can't. Dancing. Can we go please?”
I studied her face; her cheeks were flush and her eyes big but she'd left something unsaid. There was more but for reasons unknown, she wasn't telling me. As I studied her face, a hint of an idea formed.
“You saw someone back there, didn't you, Baby? Was it Meagan? No. Another hot girl? No, girls don't get you this excited. Did you see a hot guy, Honey? That's it, isn't it? You saw a man that turned you on and you want to leave before he comes back out here.”
She was looking me hard in the eye.
“Wait, he's already out here, right? He's sitting around us making you squirm. You must think he's ridiculously attractive if you actually want to avoid him. Who is it?”
I took a slow scan of the club, noticing a few possible candidates. Amy kept her eyes glued to my face.
“Tell me, Baby” I teased. “Where is this Prince Charming? Is it that frat boy over there?”
She didn't even turn to look where I indicated.
“No? How about over in the corner; Brad Pitt's brother hanging out with his work buddies?”
Again she ignored my suggestion. I scanned the club once more.
Leaning at the bar was an older man, mid-fifties, fairly athletic, salt and pepper hair and a big chest. He wore a black, long sleeve shirt and blue jeans. He sipped his drink as he confidently watched a young girl dance. Amy knew where I was looking without turning her head. Her face softened. I had my winner.
“Really?” I asked. I looked back at him. He was easily twice my wife's age. From where I stood I saw nothing special about him. I looked him up and down again, wondering what I was missing. His face had lines and wrinkles. His hair looked dry and stiff.
“Why?” I shrugged. I saw nothing remarkable about him.
Amy turned to look at him and her gaze lingered. Her face filled with longing as her eyes swept up and down his body. Her lips parted. Her breathing deepened.
I nudged her. “Honey?”
She started talking without taking her eyes off him.
“He was back there, in the private section. He had three girls all to himself. His muscular body is thick and powerful and his stamina is ridiculous. He radiates confidence and self-assurance. I don't know who he is or what he does but just looking at him gets me so hot.”
She looked at me and then quickly back to him.
“I saw them suck his cock. He's long and really thick. Really thick. They crawled all over him like ants. I saw him fuck them. He took his time with each girl, enjoying her beauty, enjoying her gorgeous body. He loves women. I saw it in his eyes and the ways he touched them. He fucked them slow and tender at first but soon was fiercely pounding their little pussies. He dominated them and they loved it. Those girls get hit on a million times a day but I saw how each of them loved submitting to him. They were happy he'd picked them. They wanted to get fucked by him.”
“And now you do too.”
She pulled her eyes away from him and met mine.
“Yes.”
I looked back at this man, appraising him in a whole new light. Amy followed my gaze. The want on her face was obvious but also very different from previous men. Salt-and-Pepper attracted her on a much deeper level. She did not just want his big dick, she wanted him, the man. I felt jealousy rising up in my guts. I looked at him in the way my wife had described and I caught hints of what she meant. I felt an impulse to tell her it was time to leave but kept my mouth shut. Perhaps it was the Masochist in me but I took her hands in mine and met her hopeful eyes.
“Okay,” I agreed, and a stab of anxiety lanced through me. “Are you going to invite him back to our place?”
Her eyes lit up. “No, Baby, I don't want to wait that long if I don't have to, and he might say no. Go act like you're tipping Meagan and ask her if I can take him to the Emperor's rooms.”
I froze. So now Meagan would know I was allowing other men to fuck my wife. Humiliation burned the back of my neck and flushed my cheeks. This would definitely alter Meagan's opinion of me. Amy handed me several singles and I shuffled over to Meagan'
s stage. She gave me a huge smile when she saw me and leaned her hips in my direction. I slipped the first bill under her G-string and waved her down closer. She bent at the waist.
“Hi. Strange request; Amy wants to, um, spend some time with a patron in the Emperor’s and wonders if that's allowed. Can she?”
Meagan's eyebrows shot up.
“Oh really? And you're totally cool with that?”
“No, not totally, but you only live once, right?” I hated myself for saying something so cliché.
Meagan laughed. “The bouncer at each door will ask her for a password. Tell her to say, “I'm Elsa” and the bouncer will let her through.” She winked at me. “I had no idea you were so kinky. I bet the man is a total stud. Is it that guy we saw with those three girls? Holy shit, I bet it is.”
“It is.” I gave her my last two dollars.
Meagan stood up and began dancing again but kept her eyes on me. The look on her face was a mix of pity and excitement; pity for me and excitement imagining Amy with that man. I returned to Amy's side and noticed she'd ordered us both a double and was drinking hers. I told her about the passwords. Salt-and-Pepper had moved back into the shadows and leaned against the wall.
Amy downed the rest of her drink and gave me a huge kiss, forcing her tongue into my mouth. Her arms slipped around my neck as she pulled me close.
An instant later she was moving away from me through the crowd and towards her target. Every man checked her out as she passed and in that outfit it was easy to imagine she worked there. Older Man turned to face her as she approached and his eyes ran up and down her sexy body. She stopped a few feet before him and stuck out her hand, which he took. Of course I could not hear her but his face went through a slow progression of delight until he tossed his head back and laughed, revealing rows of perfect white teeth.
He continued holding her hand as they talked and Amy made no move to take it back. He had a calm and confident way about him, like he could handle any situation that came up, out box any man in here, or buy the place if he wanted and send everyone home. He gave my wife his complete and full attention from the moment she first spoke. Surrounded by young beautiful girls dancing almost nude, he had eyes for Amy only. I thought I saw her shiver. They leaned closer to hear each other over the music and a pang of regret boiled my stomach.
He was looking into her eyes when I saw her eyelids flutter just a bit and she pressed her lips to his. He seemed to grow ten feet tall as he wrapped his thick arms around her and pulled her close. Her petite body was virtually swallowed by his huge one. They made out for several minutes and he was like a lion. I watched my wife melt in his arms.
Next she held his face in her palms. She spoke and I saw him nod. He took her hand and led her away, towards the back of the club and the door that led to the private areas.
I felt sick. He slipped his arm around her tiny waist and I kept waiting for her to give me one last look, but she didn't. Her mind was completely on other things now. Amy spoke to the huge bouncer and he opened the door for them and they disappeared inside.
I glanced around to see who noticed but of course, nobody gave a shit. Lots of guys watched Amy walk by but all of them were ignorant to what was actually happening. As my vision came around I saw Meagan up on stage laughing. Not a cruel laugh, but a joyful one for what she knew Amy was about to experience and thought I was perfectly okay with. She rubbed the front of her bikini bottoms and thrust her hips at me. I quickly looked away.
I finished my double in three big gulps and almost coughed. I felt like everyone in the club was looking at me, like they all knew. I grabbed an open stool at the bar and ordered another drink, wondering how long I'd have to wait. I tried watching the other dancers but my concentration was shot. Every five seconds I glanced at that back door.
About twenty minutes later I felt a hand on my shoulder and spun around. Meagan was chuckling.
“I see you dying over here. If you weren't cool with it, why'd you say yes?”
I stared down at my drink. “That's an excellent question, Meagan, and hard to answer. I do like it. It is exciting. Amy loves it and I love that she does. But I won't lie; it tears me up inside. It's so new I don't yet have a handle on it.”
She leaned in between me and the guy on the stool next to me. He didn't mind her firm ass against his thigh or the glitter she smeared on him. She wore a matching bikini top now but her big tits were hanging out for everyone to enjoy. Small triangles of fabric covered just her nipples, leaving the bottoms, sides, and cleavage exposed.
“Your imagination must be killing you,” she stated.
I nodded. “Yup.”
She mussed my hair. “Sit tight, I'll try to sneak you a picture. No promises.”
I perked up. “That would be fantastic, Meagan, thank you!”
She stood on her toes and kissed my cheek. “Maybe,” she giggled. “Or maybe reality is worse than you thought.”
I watched her walk away, but so did every other guy too.
Less than sixty seconds later my imagination started fucking with me again; Salt and Pepper had his fingers buried in my wife's long brown hair and slow-fucked her mouth with his thick cock. I shook my head and watched a dancer pick up a fifty with her ass.
As time ticked off, my mental anguish grew. What was that man doing to my wife? I checked my watch and discovered Amy had been with him almost ninety minutes. Meagan had reappeared back on stage and once she caught my eye gave me a confirming nod. I had to wait for her to finish her set before she paid me another visit.
She reached past me to steal a drink from my whiskey and slid her phone on the counter. As soon as I noticed her smooth move, she pressed play on a video she had queued. There was no sound but I snatched the phone and held it close anyway, turning it so no one else could see the screen. “His name is Simon,” Meagan stated.
The picture was clouded; Meagan had obviously shot it through the mirrored glass of the hidden observation room, but it was clear enough. Simon sat in a large over-stuffed high-backed chair and Amy sat on his lap, facing him, slowly driving her hips up and down his rampant and unprotected shaft. He was as long as she'd said but thicker than I had imagined from her description.
It was only fifteen seconds of video, set to loop, and I watched it over and over again. Amy's little pussy was pulled so wide as she plunged down on him I expected her to cry out in pain and try to get away, but that's not what she was doing at all. Based on her arched back and shaking thighs, my wife was craving every inch of Simon's tree-trunk dick. Her whole body responded to his presence inside her, rolling her hips, curling her toes, slowly tossing her head and she experienced him filling her with diamond hardness.
I gained sudden insight as I watched the video repeat; Amy's excitement and fulfillment did not just come from the fact she had a large penis inside her. In this case, with this man, she was most affected by the fact she was having him. It was Simon, the man, at the root of Amy's satisfaction and enjoyment. She wanted him. I couldn't pull my eyes away. I was deeply aroused and profoundly disturbed by what I saw.
Finally Meagan grew impatient and snatched back her phone. She dimmed the screen and studied my face.
“So, you saw it too,” she asked. I didn't answer. It wasn't actually a question. We both knew Amy was in dangerous emotional territory. My wife was powerfully attracted to this man. This was not a casual sex romp with handsome and hung Marco. This was intense attraction and desire.
“What are you going to do?” Meagan asked.
I shrugged. “Hope,” I answered.
Meagan stared at me some more. “You're not angry? You're not going to beat her when you see her?”
“What? No! Of course not. This was my idea too. I practically pushed her into it.”
“Okay then, I'll show you this one too.”
She keyed her phone again and handed it to me. Simon had her on her back and was sawing in and out. Her head tossed back and forth and her legs were lifted with her toes p
ointing at the ceiling and I knew that meant she was cumming. She doesn't do it every time, but she always does it when she's having a powerful orgasm.
Simon cupped her ass in his hands and buried his broad cock as deep as possible over and over. Amy's hands were on his thighs and her nails dug into his flesh and I saw his ass clench as he thrust one time extra deep and held himself there, and then clench again as he repeatedly ejaculated far up into my wife. Amy arched her back and I watched her silently scream her overwhelming pleasure. I wondered if she was screaming his name.
“Jesus Christ,” I mumbled.
“Fucking intense, right?”
I let it loop a few more times before handing the phone back to Meagan. She watched it twice before dimming the phone. I stared at the floor.
“I took that a while back,” she offered. “I'm sure they're still at it. Are you turned on or heart-broken?”
I had to think about it for a heartbeat. At the fore-front of my mind was worry our marriage was over and severe feelings of inadequacy, but if I sifted through everything then yes, I had to admit part of me was also aroused. This shit was complicated.
“Both,” I finally answered.
“Ha! Good boy. I have to get back on stage but I'll swing past the room and see what's what. Come tip me and I'll tell you what I saw.”
I nodded and she left. As soon as she started dancing I grabbed a stool at her stage and set out singles. She danced her way around to me and leaned down.
“Amy is still sucking his cock but he's soft now. They'll get dressed and come out pretty soon. I have to say, you're one tough mother-fucker. That shit was real.”
I thanked her and turned my chair to watch the back door. Simon exited first and stepped over to the bar and ordered a drink. Amy followed soon after and took a meandering path the led her to the empty stool next to me. I glanced at her and discovered her bra was gone and her big, perfect, lace-wrapped tits were out for anyone to see. She ignored me and caught the waitress’s eye, then ordered a drink and watched Meagan dance.