My wife has already done more domineering then I have ever seen. I ask if she would like a lap dance, and she says great idea but only if I get one too. Of course I agree but I tell her to pick out someone for me and I would do the same for her and she looks at me with a mischievous look and agreed. We then head in different directions after we cover back up, and we arrange to meet back at the table in 5 minutes, so we can watch each other with our lapdancers. God I am ready to cum again (good thing I can cum a lot of times in short periods without really going soft). As soon as she disappears go to the front door and tell the door checker that my wife needs a lapdance and maybe something special and if she would be interested? She looks at me and grabs my hand and pulls me back into the club and tells one of the other girls to cover the door for a while. I smile a huge smile as I am dragged back to my table, and there was my gorgeous wife with our redhaired waitress. She saw who I was with and got a huge grin on her face, and our two dancers switched partners and led us into the back to a vip room. We were all alone and they locked the door. Then they pushed us down onto the couch right next to each other. Then the music started and they started to dance and they surprised us when they started rubbing and dancing with each other. My hand went to my wife's dripping pussy once more and she actually fished my cock out of my pants and it was at full attention then the dancers turned and came at us and started grinding all over us and especially the hands that were pleasuring the other person. They then asked if they could just dance for each of us and we agreed so they led us slightly apart but we could still see each other just fine.
The brunette said she can't have my wife touching her but that if my wife wanted she can be touched. My wife just shook her head yes. The brunette grabbed the bottom of my wife's dress and pulled it up over her waist and then started to trail her tongue up my wife's thigh slowly getting closer to my wife's pantied covered pussy. I was hard as steel, and the red head turned her back to me and started rubbing her ass over my lap with my hard cock still out, and then as she got lower she watched the brunette dive into my wife's oozing pussy and she impaled herself on my cock at the same time. I gasped as my wife looked me in the eyes and then looked down and watched the red haired pussy swallow my cock over and over again, and my wife just started shuddering for a good two minutes because of her ability to be multi-orgasmic. I could only see fluid dripping off of the brunettes chin and onto her tits but she kept on tongue fucking my wife. The redhead got off of me and walked over to my wife and grabbed the back of her head and slid her tongue into my wife's gasping mouth and she groped her great tits. My wife started to spasm harder then ever. I just sat there and stroked my hard cock watching the beautiful show.
They stopped when they noticed my wife had passed out. As soon as she woke up we all laughed. I thanked the ladies and said the twenty minutes were up so we could go if my wife wanted. She said she did want to leave, and the girls looked disappointed until my wife told them what our room number was at the hotel I got us (which happened to be right next door) and no matter what time they were welcomed. And then we could all cum over and over again!
After that we left. And as we are pulling into the hotel parking lot and my wife just gave me some short road head I cum down her throat. God I love her. I mention I didn't know the girls names. She said that was ok we could ask them when they weren't sucking something because its rude to talk with your mouth full!!! Lol!
The End.
There's Something About Katy
"Come on guys just a couple more."
I grunted in response forcing the heavy barbell over my head, sweat pouring down my forehead.
"Well done guys that was really good."
I sat up and put the bar down looking at the rest of the class. Wow what a dead bunch. Frankly it had been a flat class, the teacher Katy spoke in a quiet, wispy voice that was kind of demotivating and most people in this weights class were in dire need of conditioning lacking any sense of personality or desire.
"Ok well lets warm down, grab your hamstring..."
But nobody was listening the next class had already started flooding in ignorant of the fact Katy was still teaching. I urged her to say something, to stand up for herself. But no. She just stood there helplessly wringing her hands. People were putting their weights away creating a loud clatter. The rudeness of people never failed to disappoint me. I put my bar back and grabbed my towel mopping my soaking brow. My yellow t-shirt clung to my skin, my black Adidas shorts moist with perspiration. I headed for the showers.
Katy must have rushed out pretty quick, goodness knows why they always let her cover it – numbers were low and the response she got was minimal. In fairness to her she wasn't that bad, as a weightlifting class it was perfect for me but most of the others found it too hard and wanted more time to lie on a mat pretending to do sit-ups.
I showered enjoying the cool water against my feverish skin. Fair play to Katy she had worked us hard. I pulled on my black jogging trousers and a white Nike t-shirt slinging my grey hoodie over my shoulder. I climbed the stairs two at a time; the gym always gave me a real spring in my step.
It was cool outside. Cooler than I expected. I stopped, dropping my gym bag to the ground next to the gym entrance and pulled on the grey hoodie appreciating the warmth of the cotton. I picked up my gym bag but stopped in my tracks.
Katy was crouched down over a hideous furry leopard print bag. Vintage probably. I hated that term. What did it mean? I had never seen anything remotely attractive that was vintage. Katy seemed to shop vintage only. She always wore an eclectic range of mismatched items that seldom suited her. Take right now for example: she was wearing brown cowboy boots that cut above the ankle with black tights and a tight red skirt that must have been a kids size because it didn't even reach her knees. She had some sort of stripy zebra patterned cardigan which in fact was quite nice but still looked odd when combined with the outfit as a whole particularly when you accounted for her red hair which was tied back messily into a sort of bun.
I felt bad for her after the class and well she just looked so pitiful crouched over her bag.
"Hey Katy are you alright?"
She fell backwards in shock turning to me clearly flustered.
"Katy I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you!"
She hurriedly got to her feet self-consciously brushing non-existent dirt from her cardigan.
"N-no it's quite ok – I'm sorry I was just trying to find something... I..."
"I just wanted to say thanks for the class I really feel like I worked. It was a proper weights class I wish there were more like that"
"You liked it? Seriously?"
"Yeah seriously it was challenging, exactly what it should be."
"What about the others though they didn't seem to like it did they?"
"I wouldn't worry about them Katy, seriously they're always like that. It's a dead bunch of people there's nothing that you could do"
She smiled a little but still seemed deeply upset and so downbeat it showed in every part of her. I guessed she was in her forties; her skin carried a wearied fragility to it, her soft brown eyes forlorn and despondent. It was a shame really as she had a certain cuteness to her: delicate cheekbones, a small button nose and thin lips that she constantly kept biting. Combine this with her haphazardly arranged hair and mismatched attire it really was impossible for you not to pity her. At this exact moment I honestly wanted to hug her and tell her it would get better.
She had turned to her bag again but didn't appear to be having any more success in finding what she was looking for.
"Any luck?" I asked her when she ceased her rummaging.
"No." She replied with a hopeless air.
"What are you looking for?"
"I thought I'd brought my jumper and scarf but I must have left them at school."
Yes, that was right, she taught at a private school in Soho. Primary I think. I struggled to imagine how she could garner the respect of little brats when she failed to
gain any from adults at the gym.
It had started to drizzle and black clouds loomed ominously overhead.
"Hey Katy do you fancy going for a coffee of something?"
"Huh? No. I mean no I'm sorry I just...I should get home."
"Come on it's raining let me buy you a cup of coffee at least until it stops."
She looked uncertainly back at me.
"We can talk about how irritating the guy in the white shirt is as the front..."
She smiled.
"Ok then where were you thinking?"
"There's a nice cafe around the corner from here."
"Ok lets go there then."
"Here take my hoodie, at least until we get there."
She shook her head but I insisted.
"Thank you" She whispered.
It was a cold evening for September, when the sun was out it was warm but as soon as it went in you knew summer was over and autumn approached.
"Pretty cold isn't it?" I remarked rubbing my hands together.
"Y-yes, yes it is...Nik take your jumper back you must be freezing."
"No don't be silly I'm fine, I'm still warm from the class y'know?"
"I wasn't going to take it today but Adrian had nobody else so I felt I had to..."
"Here we are."
I held the door open and she hurried inside mumbling a breathless thank you. I liked the place a lot. Cafe de Florentine was a great blend of modern and old: all dark mahogany, soft light emitting from oval glass lamps and warm, cosy booths cosseted away in the seemingly endless expanse of the room itself.
"This place is wonderful how did you find it?" Katy asked breathlessly.
"I stumbled upon it a couple of weeks ago, it's still kind of unknown you know in that stage between being secret underground and mainstream underground."
"I've never seen anywhere quite like it."
"No neither have I, that's what I love about it."
We walked further in towards the counter. That was what struck me most about the place, the counter was filled with cakes of all shapes and sizes but the menus and staff wouldn't have looked out of place at Starbucks. Come to think of it Starbucks probably owned it – they did own everything after all.
"What do you want?"
"Oh just a cup of tea please."
"What kind?"
"Oh um..."
"I'd recommend the Chai it's terrific here."
"Erm well ok then."
"Two Chai's and a slice of the coconut drizzle cake please."
The faceless guy behind the bar silently placed the cake on an ivory gold rimmed plate and then a soft whirring and two Chai's sat on the counter.
5.23
"Thanks."
I handed him the exact change and handed Katy her drink. The server remained silent moving back into the shadows. I led the way over to a far corner of the room I liked: it was a comfortable booth with soft plush raised armchairs that curved around a mahogany table that had one lone blue lamp in the centre emitting a smoky glow.
I sat down placing my gym bag under the table. Katy squeezed into the booth opposite and sat down rustling in her bag.
"How much was it Nik?"
"No Katy it's cool don't worry about it."
"No I can't let you do that here you go."
She held out a five pound note. I took her fingers gently and closed them over the note.
"Katy I said it's on me put your money away."
She looked at me as if deciding whether to argue but thought better of it putting her money away.
"Thanks Nik that's really kind of you."
"Your more than welcome."
"How did you know how much it was?"
"Oh it said on the till."
"Doesn't he speak?"
"None of the staff speak it's a little disconcerting at first but you get used to it."
"B-but why?"
"I really don't know. I kinda see it like a reaction against the fake chatter that you get at other cafe's, you know like in Starbucks where they ask your name and there's this pseudo friendly manner and everything...or maybe they're just rude... I don't know!"
Katy laughed. She was visibly relaxing her shoulders no longer hunched. She was so fragile it was as if you could blow her over. She sipped her tea.
"Mmm it's really good."
"I love it they get it just right."
A few minutes of silence passed. I finished my cake enjoying every mouthful of the silky coconut flavour.
"So how's school treating you?"
She looked up from her mug and sighed.
"It's ok I guess."
My face must have looked doubtful because she continued.
"It's another term and another year and it's September. It's hard to see the end in sight."
"And Samuel and Bella?"
Samuel and Bella were her kids, 11 and 7 I think.
"Samuel's just started up at Winchester and Bella's away on a trip in Norfolk."
"Winchester is a boarding school right?"
She nodded.
"How about you? Are your parents ok?"
"Not great to be honest. You know since I left home there isn't really anything holding them together anymore."
She bit her lip and looked away.
"What's wrong Katy?"
"Nothing Nik sorry carry on." She didn't look up though.
"I'm at a loss to know what to do really I mean if two people have nothing in common anymore what can you do?"
Katy didn't respond. She brushed her eye with a tissue continuing to look at the table.
"You sure you're ok Katy?"
"I-I don't know Nik."
I was taken aback by her honesty.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No it's ok really."
"It's not ok, come on try me I may not be many things but I am a good listener"
She hesitated.
"I just...feel so alone. Every day is the same you know with getting the kids ready for school, then teaching and then I have to cook when I get back. And Phil..."
Phil was her partner, a douchebag who never proposed and lived off her hard work. She taught as well as being a gym instructor whilst he was a couch potato.
"What about him?"
She hesitated for a moment.
"Well...last night we were meant to go out for dinner I was really looking forward to it I even bought a new dress. I got home, cooked for the kids, arranged the babysitter, got dressed up and when I came out he said he wasn't in the mood. He said he'd pay the babysitter and we'd go out some other night. And maybe I'm overreacting but it hurt you know, like there was finally something to look forward to and it didn't happen"
"So what did you do?"
"We watched television in silence, it was just this terrible atmosphere and...I didn't know what to say...we don't have anything to say to each other any more"
"He's well out of order Katy you deserve a lot better"
"Thank you Nik but I don't know maybe it's me...I don't think he finds me attractive any more if he ever did in the first place..."
"Well I don't know why"
"No it's ok I know I'm not attractive but he barely looks at me let alone touches me..."
"Katy don't be so down on yourself you are attractive."
She shook her head dispiritedly.
"Who thinks so?"
"I do."
Her head shot up trying to determine whether I was taking the piss or not.
"You're really sweet Nik."
"Katy you have a better body than pretty much every twenty-something in the gym."
"You think so?"
"Yes I really do."
She blushed a light shade of red. The blue lamp illuminated the crumpled misery that had always threatened to break out. I smiled reassuringly at her.
"I do try to make an effort, it's not much but last night I really wanted to go out and do something different but..."
"Katy can't you see this is not your faul
t, it's him and him alone."
"Hmm maybe...I'm not sure. I know I've let myself go a little lately..."
I stared at her incredulous.
"Katy come on how have you let yourself go? How many classes do you do a week?"
She didn't answer.
"You look good Katy, seriously. And if Phil can't see that then, well..."
I trailed off. I didn't want to slam the guy behind his back and I wasn't sure how Katy would take it. She pushed her mug to one side and stared at me intently.
"Nik you're sweet but look at my hair! It's a mess! And my make up has worn off...dear me."
"Ok Katy I'm not going to go on but just take my word for it, you are attractive. Now, do you want another Chai?"
She ignored my question leaning over the table slightly so that the v neck of her cardigan slipped a little revealing a line of cleavage over her red strappy gym vest that she wore underneath.
"What do you see that I cannot?"
Erm.
"I want to know Nik so at least I'll have some idea of...well what could I work on?"
I couldn't tear my eyes away from her top. I was speechless.
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