I was about to order my drink when I recognized my next-door neighbor, Henry approaching. I tried to duck away, but he saw me and I had to stand my ground and greet him.
“John Goodson, my God, what on earth are YOU doing here?” asked Henry with a nervous smile. “Does Sarah know you are hanging around strip clubs these days?”
I blushed a deep red and stammered my response, “Well, uh, Henry, I might you the same question. Does, does Rachel know you are here tonight?”
Henry’s face fell in response and he glanced over his shoulder guiltily. “Actually, Rachel would kill me if she found out, so let’s keep this between ourselves, shall we? I have a big client in town and he insisted that I take him out to a gentlemen’s club. You see he knows we have a big expense account set aside for his entertainment and he wants to make the most of it.”
“Really? How much do you have allocated?” I asked, my accountant curiosity kicking in.
“Five grand!” exclaimed Henry. “We are negotiating a six figure upgrade deal and my boss is pulling out all the stops.”
“Wow, we never had an expense account for strip clubs at the non-profits.”
Just then a big man with spikey hair wearing a dark grey suit and bright pink tie approached and clapped Henry on the shoulder. “Henry, where are those drinks? I am dying of thirst over there.”
“Oh, sorry Dirk, I just bumped into my neighbor, John. But I will get the drinks right away.”
Dirk gave me a winning smile and held out his hand, “Howdy, John, I’m Dirk. Why don’t you join us for a couple of drinks? We are on a big expense account tonight, so the sky's the limit.”
I gave Henry a questioning smile and he nodded in resignation. “Yes John, why not join us?”
Henry ordered the drinks and I accompanied he and Dirk to a reserved table right at the edge of the stage. A younger woman was just finishing her routine and she hopped down from the stage to give a group of young men a lap dance.
As we settled into our seats, a pair of bouncers wheeled a file cabinet and a desk onto the stage as the announcer came on the microphone. “We have special treat for you fellows next. I am sure you have all fantasized about that voluptuous secretary at work and wondered what sort of body she had hidden under her work clothes. Well Sarah Sin is going to give you all a thrill by revealing just that with her latest act. She calls it ‘A hard day at work.’ Give her a big hand, gents.”
My gut dropped as my wife strolled casually onto the stage wearing a tight tweed skirt suit, black stockings and fake cat-eye glasses. Her hair was done up in a bun, and she looked every bit like a nerdy office slut. Henry practically choked on his martini when he recognized her and her gave me a look of utter shock. I just shrugged in chagrin, my face burning with embarrassment. Sarah glanced down and noticed Henry and I sitting by the stage, but she didn’t miss a beat and just gave us a quick wink of acknowledgement.
“Rawr, now that’s the sort of woman I go for,” growled Dirk as Sarah began her routine. “I get sick of these skinny young girls they throw at you. I like an hourglass figure on a mature lady in her 30’s.”
“I think she’s a bit older than that,” offered Henry giving me a questioning glance.
“Nonsense, she can’t be older than 35. What do you think, John? You like her?” he asked slapping my knee.
“Oh yes, she’s very sexy,” I allowed. “She certainly has the body of a 35 year old.” My gut was churning already in anxiety at his interest and my wife hadn’t even disrobed yet.
Sarah pantomimed being hot by waving her hand before her face as she stripped out of her jacket and unbuttoned her blouse. Then she bent down to rummage in the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet and wiggled her round rump to the beat of the music. As her skirt hiked up, it revealed a garter on each thigh.
“Lookit the caboose on that slut, will you?” cheered Dirk excitedly. “Henry, give me some cash, I need to tip this one.” He held out his hand impatiently and Henry handed over a thick roll of twenty and fifty dollar bills.
I watched helplessly as Dirk called out to my wife. “Hey honey, bring that ass over here and let me grab a feel.” He waved a 20 dollar bill at her and she minced backward, still bent over grinning back at him until he was in range. He stuffed the 20 into a garter and then reached his hand up the back of her skirt to grope my wife’s rear. She put her hand over her mouth in mock surprise as he pinched and squeezed her buttocks.
Henry shifted in his seat uncomfortably as we watched and then bent over to whisper in my ear. “John, what on earth is going on here?”
“What can I say? Times are tough,” I hissed. “Let’s talk about it later.” I could feel a cold sweat breaking out in my armpits.
He gave me a compassionate look and shook his head sadly before leaning back in his seat.
Meanwhile Dirk was probing between my wife’s thighs and she slapped his hand playfully.
“That’s enough touching for now,” she laughed. “But if give me another twenty, I will let you unzip my skirt.”
Dirk readily obliged, tucking another bill into her garter and eagerly tugging the zipper at the back of her skirt down. Sweat was starting to bead up on his forehead and my stomach was roiling with shame and jealousy. I watched in sick fascination as Sarah wriggled out of her skirt while the men hooted and shouted drunkenly all around me. I could barely catch my breath as her skirt dropped to the floor and she kicked it aside dismissively. Sarah stood and turned and pretended to do some more filing before tugging at the collar of her blouse.
Soon she was discarding her blouse and she standing before this crowd of strange men in her bra, panties, and stockings. I glanced over at Henry whose mouth was hanging open in fascination as he watched my wife strip and I felt like kicking him, but I restrained myself. Some guys at the other side of the stage were waving bills at her, so Sarah approached and offered her shapely leg to them so they could tuck the bills into her garter and then she unsnapped her bra and released her pendulous breasts.
“Holy shit, that MILF is fucking stacked! Lookit those goddamn titties, will you?” shouted Dirk excitedly. “I’m getting a lapdance from her for sure. I wanna bury my face right between those knockers. What do you say, Henry?”
Henry gave me an uneasy look before smiling nervously and agreeing with Dirk. “Uh, yeah, I’m game if you are,” he said, shooting me an apologetic grimace. I just gritted my teeth into a false grin and said nothing.
Sarah pranced back over to our side of the stage and started slipping her panties down over her wide hips. She got them half-way off, with her snatch nearly exposed and then held out her hand to Dirk and rubbed her fingers together suggestively. I couldn’t believe that my meek little wife was being so saucy. There was a glint of delight in her eyes as Dirk ripped through his wad of bills and thrust a pair of twenties into her garter. She turned around and bent over at the waist to slide her panties all the way off and we all gazed at her lovely round ass. Her labia was swollen and poked through between her thighs.
“Spread your lips!” cried Dirk frantically, gripping the bulge in his pants with one hand.
“You know what to do,” she responded with a grin, edging closer to the edge of the stage.
Dirk eagerly tucked a fifty into Sarah’s garter and she reached back and parted her labia for him, exposing her pink vagina for all to see. He reached up impulsively and thrust one finger inside her and she gasped in surprise and slapped his hand away. I sat watching in shock as this stranger fingered my wife and I noticed that my own penis became painfully erect at the sight. Nonetheless, I was about to object when a bouncer appeared immediately and pushed Dirk back in his seat where he fell, red-faced and breathing heavily.
“Watch yourself, asshole,” said the bouncer, flexing his arms menacingly. “I’ll toss you right out of here if you don’t keep your hands to yourself.”
“Oh, no, Jordy, he’s ok. He was just about to buy a lap dance, weren’t you dear?” she asked batting her eyelashes at Di
rk.
“Hell, yeah!” exclaimed Dirk, pulling a hundred dollar bill from the roll.
Sarah was stark naked now except for her stockings. Her neatly trimmed bush and hard pink nipples were on show for all to see. I noticed Henry drinking in her body with his eyes as Sarah minced down the stairs to snatch the money from Dirk and quickly straddle his lap. I watched in shock as she ground her vagina against the bulge in his pants while he gripped her buttocks and thrust himself against her.
“My God, Sarah, what are you doing?” I gasped, trying to hide the tent my own erection was pitching in my pants.
“Why, I am just earning my money, dear. This is simply a business transaction,” she said innocently.
Dirk was too distracted to notice our familiar banter and grunted, “Gimme a nipple to suck on.”
“That’s extra,” she cautioned, holding one boob in her hand with her nipple just out of reach of his mouth.
“I’ll pay, I’ll pay,” begged Dirk, sticking his tongue out hungrily.
“Alright, dear, alright, here you go,” said my wife, feeding her nipple into Dirk’s waiting mouth gently. She patted his head affectionately as he loudly slurped on her tit. “My goodness, men are such big babies when it comes to boobs,” she told me with a smile. Then she turned to Henry and greeted him warmly. “How are you doing, Henry, would you like a lap dance next?” she asked coyly.
“Uh, I don’t think John would like that,” he said evasively.
“Hold that thought,” she said as she ground her crotch down onto Dirk’s bulge. She pulled her tit out of his mouth and took Dirk’s cheeks in her hands. “My goodness, you’ve got quite a stiffy down there, don’t you young man?” she teased. “Maybe we should go to the VIP room so I can help you with that in private.”
“Let’s do it,” agreed Dirk quickly, gripping my wife’s big boobs in his hands and squeezing and pinching her nipples.
“But you didn’t even ask the price,” laughed Sarah pulling his hands away gently but brushing her boobs across his face playfully.
“I don’t care what it costs, we are on Henry’s expense account,” said Dirk, jumping to his feet and grabbing my wife around the waist.
“Oh, well, why didn’t you say so?” she said, her eyes lighting up with a mercenary glow.
“Come along, boys, let's go give this cougar a workout,” chuckled Dirk as Sarah lead him around the stage to a private room.
“Uh, maybe you don’t want to see this part,” warned Henry as he and I hurried along behind Sarah and Dirk.
“Are you kidding me?” I snapped. “Do you think I am just going to let my wife go back there alone without any supervision?”
“Supervision?” asked Henry skeptically as he gave me a queasy look.
We entered a small room with leather couches, a disco ball and a bucket with a couple of bottles of chilled champagne. Sarah wasted no time and pushed Dirk down onto a couch and flopped down next to him. Henry and I sat on the couch opposite as Sarah deftly unzipped Dirk’s fly and pulled out his throbbing penis.
“Oh my, you are a big boy, aren’t you,” she purred as she stroked Dirk’s rod.
“Sarah, what on earth are you doing?” I choked, unable to believe my eyes.
“Hush, John, I am just servicing a client, nothing more. What do you think these VIP rooms are for anyway?” she said with smile as you yanked on Dirk’s pud.
“You are a dirty girl, suck it for me, will you?” pleaded Dirk as he groped my wife’s bare tits.
“How large is your expense account, Henry?” asked Sarah casually.
“Err, five thousand,” admitted Henry sheepishly.
“Did you hear that, John?” she asked me matter-of-factly.
“Yes, but,” I complained, but it was too late, she bowed her head and started sucking Dirk’s cock right there while I watched.
“Holy shit, look at her go!” blurted Henry, unzipping his own fly so that he could jerk off while he watched my wife suck off his client.
“Henry, for chrissake, that’s my wife!” I chided.
“Sorry, John, but this is just too hot,” he said, avoiding my eyes as he spanked his monkey.
“Wait what?” asked Dirk blearily, his head thrown back in ecstasy as Sarah’s head bobbed up and down on his dick. “Whose wife? Are you kidding?”
“Hush, dear, don’t worry your little head about it,” said Sarah, raising her head for a moment and patting Dirk’s glans.
“Get on, get on top,” he urged.
“Now, now, that’s going too far,” she said with a smile as she pinched the head of his cock.
“I don’t care, I’ll pay a thousand, it’s nothing to me, it’s not even my money,” he gasped, pulling her arm urgently.
“Fair enough,” agreed Sarah with a shrug and she threw her leg over Dirk’s lap and lowered herself easily down onto his straining dong.
“Sarah, good god!” I cried, jumping to my feet in outrage. My blood was pounding in my ears and my phallus was throbbing in my trousers.
“Give me a moment, darling, I am making a thousand dollars,” moaned Sarah lustily as she bounced up and down on Dirk’s cock.
“Yeah you are, you dirty whore,” he growled, gripping her buttocks lustily as he thrust himself up into my wife over and over. “You earn that fucking money.”
“Oh, I am, I am,” she panted, slapping him in the face with her big jiggling boobs while she worked herself up and down on his prick. I watched enthralled as his slick shaft penetrated my wife’s pussy over and over again. It didn’t take him long before he groaned with pleasure and started shuddering with his climax. I could tell that he was shooting his load right inside my wife’s womb and it made me crazy with jealousy and arousal.
“Christ, did you just cum inside her?” asked Henry in surprise as he jerked himself off.
“Yeah, you wanna do her next? Be my guest, or uh, be your own guest, it’s your expense account,” said Dirk wiping sweat from his face with a smile as Sarah climbed off his deflated cock gingerly.
“How do you like it Henry?” she asked simply, weighing her large breasts in her hands distractedly as she contemplated Henry’s stiff dick in his hand.
“Doggystyle if you don’t mind,” said Henry, standing up impatiently.
“Help yourself,” laughed Sarah, turning around and bending over to present her round rump to Henry.
“Henry, how COULD you?” I blubbered indignantly.
“I’m sorry John, I guess I don’t make very good decisions when I’m all horned up like this. But as least she’ll make some money from it,” he said as he put his dick into my wife’s cunt.
“Oh, Henry, that’s quite a tool you have there,” purred Sarah. “Rachel is a lucky lady.”
“Jeez, Sarah, can we leave my wife out of this, I am trying to enjoy myself,” whined Henry.
“Wait do you two know each other or something?” asked Dirk as he popped open a champagne bottle.
“Uh, yeah, John and Sarah are my next door neighbors,” admitted Henry as he humped my wife from behind, making her tits swing back and forth provocatively.
“You gotta be shitting me!” laughed Dirk, taking a swig of the bubbly. “This is so fucking twisted!” Then he turned to me and his eyes widened incredulously. “Are you her fucking husband? No way! How could you just stand there while I dicked your wife? I mean what the hell are you doing letting your wife strip in a club in the first place?!”
“I’m cumming!” interrupted Henry ardently as he pounded away on my wife from behind with his hands clamped to her hips in a death grip.
“Go right ahead dear, just let it go,” coaxed Sarah over her shoulder with her hands on her knees. “You can do it.”
“Urrgh,” cried Henry as he spurted his load inside my woman.
“Jesus, this is incredibly fucked up. I never hung out with swingers before,” shouted Dirk excitedly. “Man you just stood by and watched a stranger and then your neighbor fill up your wife with sperm. What a sic
k fucker you are, John.”
“Well we are a couple of grand richer for it,” said Sarah smugly, straightening up as Henry withdrew his sodden dong from her twat. I was standing there shaking with anger and frustration and she walked over to me naked and noticed the huge bulge in my pants. “John, look at the boner you have, your willie must have found this entertaining,” she said bashfully, pinching my stiffy through my trousers.
“You’ve been, disloyal,” I pouted, trying to ignore how good it felt as she played with my penis.
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