Chapter 3: Dating Friends
Dear journal,
I have a dildo in my pussy as I write this and this toy always reminds me of John, one of Brad’s closest friends. He was actually the first guy I went on a date with when I started my hot wife journey. Here’s that story.
I was excited for my date with John. Brad had been bragging about his friend John for months, saying that he was hot and that he would be perfect for me. I had seen pictures of him and he was definitely handsome, but I was a bit nervous about going on a date with one of Brad’s friends. I didn’t want him to be disappointed if things didn’t work out between John and me.
Brad had mentioned that John was interested in me, but I had no idea if he was serious or if he was just playing along. I decided to take the leap and agree to go on a date with him. Brad was thrilled and promised to set everything up.
The day of the date came. I woke up early and took a long shower, washing my entire body and shaving every inch to ensure that I was smooth and clean.
Afterwards, I dried myself off and applied my usual makeup routine - foundation, concealer, mascara, lip gloss, and a hint of pink blush. I carefully chose my outfit, settling on a black lace bra to match the matching pair of panties. My dress was a stunning backless emerald green gown that hugged my curves perfectly. It had a plunging neckline, showing off my cleavage, and a short hemline just below my ass. I paired it with black high heels, ensuring that I stood tall and confident.
Once I was dressed, I checked myself in the mirror, admiring my appearance. My ass was fucking perfect in this tiny dress.
I walked confidently downstairs, carrying my purse and feeling gorgeous. Brad greeted me with a wide grin, his eyes raking over my body hungrily.
"Wow," he breathed out, his gaze fixated on my breasts. "Babe, you look absolutely stunning."
"Thanks, love," I replied with a shy smile. "When will John be here to pick me up?"
I asked Brad, adjusting my dress slightly.
"In about three minutes," Brad replied, checking his watch. "He’s going to love that little dress."
The time was actually shorter. The doorbell rang immediately and I answered it. Fuck, John was hot.
“You must be Stacey, Brad has told me all about you. Now why don’t you go kiss your husband goodbye and let’s get the fuck out of here,” John suggested.
I turned around and embraced Brad, pressing my soft lips against his. He smelled delicious, his cologne mixing with the faint scent of his aftershave. We kissed passionately, his hands roaming over my backside, cupping my ass as he pulled me closer.
"Have fun tonight," Brad murmured quietly between kisses. "Enjoy yourself."
I broke our embrace, stepping backwards. "Thank you," I replied, my voice soft. "I will."
Then he lifted my dress over my ass and knelt down, he pulled my thong down and had me step out of it. “You won’t be needing these tonight, be a slut for him.”
“Yes daddy,” I said to Brad before pulling my dress back over my ass and turning around.
John and I stepped outside, the cool autumn wind whipping through my hair, not to mention into my damp pussy as I was now commando.
John took my arm, leading me to his car. "Nice car," I commented casually, sitting down in the passenger seat. John thanked me and shut the door.
As we drove away, the city lights sparkled against the dark sky, creating a mesmerizing view. I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement coursing through my veins. I had butterflies in my stomach, and my nipples were perked up underneath my sheer bustier bra. I decided why wear a bra if in wasn’t wearing my matching thong so as we drove I pulled my bra off and tossed it on the dash.
“So where are we going for this romantic date?” I asked John.
“Well first, we’re going to get you drunk and loose, so I can enjoy this amazing body without restraint. Then I’m gonna get you so horny you beg me to fuck you, which I will happily oblige.”
“Sounds perfect,” I replied with a naughty smile. “But I’m loose now, and I think I should eat something before drinking.”
“Oh you’re a hungry slut, I have some meat for you,” He said and unzipped his pants while he drove.
The sight of his thick cock caused my pussy to throb, and I instinctively reached for it. As I wrapped my fingers around him, he moaned softly, "Oh yeah, that's it. Just like that."
I continued to stroke and squeeze his cock, enjoying the sensation of it growing larger in my hand. The aroma of his masculine scent filled the car, adding to my arousal. I pressed my thighs together, rubbing my clit against the fabric of my dress.
"Mmm, you smell so good," I purred, taking a deep breath.
"Can I have a taste?"
“Be my guest,” John said, pulling his pants slightly down to give me better access.
I unbuckled and knelt on my seat before leaning over the center console. It wasn’t lost on my that anyone next to us would see my ass, but I had road head to give.
I stuck my ass out a bit and leaned over the gearbox, presenting my exposed wet slit to the world. I parted my lips and stroked my clit, sliding two fingers inside and moaning loudly.
“Fuck me John,” I said, feeling my juices flowing freely down my thighs. “I want to feel your huge cock inside me.”
John reached over and grabbed my hair, guiding my head towards his cock. I eagerly took it into my mouth, savoring the taste of his pre-cum. He moaned deeply, thrusting his hips towards me as I sucked him harder.
He pulled onto the highway so he could floor it. Fuck, his car made this so much hotter. I drooled as I slurped and sucked.
The combination of my salty saliva mixed with his pre-cum created a delectable treat for my taste buds. My mouth felt full and stretched, but I greedily wanted more.
"You've got such a talented mouth," John moaned, his grip tightening on my hair. "I bet you're an expert at giving head."
"I love giving blowjobs," I murmured, taking him deeper into my throat. "Especially when the guy is well-endowed."
"Oh God," John groaned, thrusting his hips. And he came!
I swallowed every part of his cum, cleaning his dick with my mouth and savoring the taste of his semen. I couldn't believe how quickly we had escalated from talking to pleasuring each other. After parking the car, we headed to the restaurant, both of us feeling giddy and sexually charged.
"So," John said, looking down at me with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, "What's your favorite dish here?"
"Honestly, I just can't decide," I replied, scanning the menu. Then I had a slutty idea, “Why don’t you take me to a strip club?”
He looked up at me and said, “There’s one right next door.”
The waiter came to take our order and John left her a little tip seeing as we did take time, but we left without ordering and he held my hand as he guided me into the neighboring establishment.
"Welcome to the Foxhole," the bouncer at the entrance greeted us in a friendly tone. "Please enjoy your stay."
Inside, the dimly lit space contained a small stage and chairs arranged around it in a semi-circle. There weren't many people inside yet, but the ones present seemed eager as they scanned the room for entertainment.
"What would you like to drink first?" John asked, looking up at the bar. Despite knowing that he planned to get me drunk, I was already buzzing with excitement and anticipation.
“Just get me fucked up,” I said, “how about tequila.”
John smiled and signaled the bartender. “Two shots of tequila please.”
I smiled as the busty, topless bartender brought the shots over. I knocked mine back and smiled at John. “You better have a plan.”
He laughed and pointed out to the table where we could sit. We sat down and waited for the show to begin.
A beautiful woman came out onto the stage and began dancing seductively. I could tell she was enjoying herself as she swayed her hips and removed her clothes. As she danced, she moved closer to us, reaching out to touch John.
John leaned in toward the stage. It was obvious he was used to attention from women.
The dancer was quite attractive and seemed to enjoy flirting with John despite the fact we were seated. As she wiggled her ass right in front of John's face, I saw his eyes light up, and he leaned forward in his chair. I smiled at the sight of his cock tenting his jeans. I was sure that he would enjoy this as much as I did.
I glanced around the room and noticed that everyone was staring at the spectacle unfolding at our table. The dancer reached out to touch John's lap, and he reflexively grabbed her wrist lightly.
His eyes met mine, and I could see the desire burning within them. The atmosphere in the club was electric, and I knew that something incredible was about to happen.
"Would you like to dance with me?" the dancer asked flirtatiously, a sultry smile playing across her lips.
"I'd rather save my energy for later," John replied smoothly, his eyes never leaving mine. The dancer pouted playfully, but then she suddenly took a step back, her eyes widening as she spotted someone entering the club. “Why don’t you give my date a lap dance?”
He put twenty dollars into her thong and pointed her toward me. The young stripper obeyed and sauntered over to me. She was already naked except the thong. This was going to be fun.
The dancer approached me and straddled my lap, pressing her bare skin against mine. I could feel her warmth, and my heart raced at the thought of what was to come. I looked over at John, who was watching intently, and I could sense the electricity between us.
"Hey there, sweetie," the dancer said softly, her voice husky and enticing. "How can I please you tonight?"
"Just do whatever feels right," I replied, trying to maintain control.
The dancer moved gracefully, her body responding intuitively to the rhythmic beats of the music. Her skin was soft and warm, and I could feel her heartbeat accelerating beneath my hands. My body tensed, and I found myself grinding against her, wanting to feel her bare skin against mine. I couldn't resist the temptation anymore.
"Hey," I whispered into her ear, "Why don’t you pull my tits out of my dress and give me some skin on skin action?"
Her eyes widened, but she eagerly obliged my request. She easily pulled my dress down as not much was holding it up, the material slipped downward, revealing my naked, perky breasts. The crowd of onlookers grew quiet, captivated by the intimate interaction between us.
"Show them those perfect tits," John urged me, his voice low and husky. I arched my back, allowing the dress to pool around my waist, exposing my assets to the audience. The dancer grinned, tracing her fingers over my sensitive nipples.
"You're such a bad girl, aren't you?" she cooed, her breath tickling my neck. My pulse quickened, and I couldn't help but squirm in my seat.
"Yeah, I'm a real slut," I gasped, arching my back. "And I love it."
"Good answer," she smirked, biting her bottom lip. "Now, let's heat things up!"
With that, she ground her crotch against mine, the thin scrap of fabric separating our bodies.
“Want to get on stage and scissor?” The stripper whispered in my ear.
I nodded enthusiastically, my heart pounding in pure lust. With a wink at the crowd, she gently eased me up onto the stage, causing the spectators to erupt in cheers. The DJ played a sultry song, and we danced provocatively, our hips undulating in harmonious sync. Each movement sent chills down my spine, my nipples erect and begging for release.
Then she lowered her thong and had me lay down before joining me on the stage floor. She scissored my legs with her own and soon we were grinding our pussies while men and women tossed cash onstage.
Fuck, her pussy felt great sliding against mine.
We were literally scissoring in front of a crowd of strangers, making me hornier than ever.
"You like that, don't you?" she taunted. "You dirty little slut."
I let out a moan, my heart hammering inside my chest. "I love it," I admitted, gripping her thigh tightly. "And I wanna suck your tits too."
"Oh really?" she cooed, gliding her hand down my side.
"Here's the thing, babe, I'm not a lesbian. But you," she purred, squeezing my breast, "you're fucking sexy. So, I'll gladly make an exception for you."
As she spoke, she massaged my nipples, sending waves of pleasure rippling through my body. The crowd watched with bated breath, anticipating every move we made. I couldn't tear my eyes away from hers, and I felt an overwhelming urge to kiss her. But she put her hand up not allowing the kiss.
Then I fucking came!
I hadn't expected to orgasm so soon, but her skilled touches and the thrill of exhibitionism overwhelmed me. I moaned loudly, grabbing for the pole supporting the stage. My whole body convulsed, trembling intensely. The crowd cheered wildly, tossing more money onto the stage. Even John, who had watched intently, seemed taken aback by my raw display of pleasure.
"Alright, girls," the DJ announced, breaking the spell. "Time to wrap it up."
Two other strippers joined us on stage and helped me pull my dress back up and helped me off stage to sit next to John.
"Damn, baby," he said. "You sure know how to turn heads."
"I guess," I chuckled, wiping sweat from my forehead. The DJ announced that the main event was about to start—a male and female stripper performing together. I looked at John and raised an eyebrow. "Ready for the real show?"
He licked his lips, his eyes locked on the stage. "I'm always ready for a show."
I snuggled up close to him, resting my head on his shoulder while we watched the performance.
The male stripper was muscular and ripped, with tattoos covering his arms and chest. His dance moves were fluid and mesmerizing, making it impossible to look away. The female was slim and toned, with bright red hair and piercing green eyes. Her curves were accentuated by her tight costume, and she moved with confidence and grace.
As the performance progressed, the tension between the two performers became palpable. They exchanged heated glances, their movements becoming more sensual and provocative. The crowd was entranced, their reactions fueling the intensity of the show.
A naked waitress brought John and I several shots and a cocktail each. She straddled John and said, “Because of your dates performance you two drink free for the rest of the night, but I still expect a tip.”
“How about my tip,” John said to the waitress. He looked at me as if to ask permission. I smiled and winked. "Go ahead," I said, my voice dropping to a whisper. "She's a hottie."
John reached into his pocket and placed a few bills in the waitress's hand as she climbed off his lap. The girl giggled and bounced away, her shapely ass swaying temptingly. I couldn't help but wonder if she'd be willing to join us for a threesome later. I shot John a suggestive glance, and he grinned, understanding my intentions.
The performance on stage continued to heat up, the dancers moving closer together until they were almost touching.
The male stripper took off his shirt, revealing a sculpted physique that was a feast for the eyes. The female stripper followed suit, shedding her skimpy top, revealing her luscious breasts. The crowd roared in approval and threw dollar bills onto the stage.
"This is so fucking hot," I whispered to John, nuzzling his neck. "Are you enjoying the show?"
"Hell yes," he growled, running his hands up and down my thighs.
"Let's make this party worth remembering."
As the male stripper spun around in a provocative manner, I couldn't help but stare at his buffed body, his chiseled abs and muscular arms catching my eye. The female stripper matched his moves, displaying a tantalizing rhythm. Their chemistry was evident, and the crowd was eating it up.
"Look at that stud," I murmured, my eyes glued to the stage.
"He's a fucking dreamboat."
The female stripper began giving the male stripper a lap dance. The sensuality between the two was palpable, and their movements were fluid and enthralling. As they danced, the crowd erupted in applause, tossing more money onto the stage.
"Check out that chick," John whispered, his eyes fixed on the stage. "She's smoking hot."
"You're telling me," I murmured. "Imagine having her ride you while I watch."
Then the male stripper stood up and put the female in the chair. With one quick motion he ripped his pants off revealing a cock that hung halfway down his thigh. He turned to the female stripper and began giving her the hottest male lap dance I’ve ever seen.
The crowd went wild as the two of them performed an erotic tango, their bodies moving in harmony as if choreographed by lust itself. The male stripper pulled the woman close, his hands grazing her curvaceous figure, igniting sparks of desire within her. She writhed in ecstasy, her eyes locked on his passionate gaze.
Then the strippers switched places again and the female removed her thong as she bent over, her ass toward the crowd. Then she mounted him and instead of a lap dance, she grabbed his cock and slid her pussy over it. And the two began fucking on stage. She bounced wildly in his huge dick!
The crowd was cheering and hooting, throwing money on the stage. I felt my pussy moisten and ached for a cock inside me. I looked at John feeling a hunger building inside me.
"Hey John," I whispered, "I need to feel a cock."
"You sure do," he said, smiling devilishly. "Maybe we should call the stripper over here."
“Actually,” I said taking another shot, “I want you to fuck me,”
I whispered into his ear. “Right here in public.”
"You mean right now?" he asked, surprised.
"Yeah," I replied boldly. "Do you see any other options?"
John looked around nervously, surveying the crowd. "Sure," he finally said, swallowing hard. "Why not?"
I hopped onto the table, my knees bent, and my dress riding up my thighs. I spread my legs apart and started caressing my inner thighs, daring the crowd to peek at my swollen pussy.
The heat of the moment made my heart race, and I couldn't resist teasing John further. "Come on, John," I called out, my voice loud enough for everyone to hear. "Give me the best fucking ride of my life."
John hesitated momentarily. However, his eyes blazed with lust. In a swift motion, he pushed aside the chairs surrounding our table. People scattered as he stood next to the table. It was the perfect height for him to fuck me while he stood and I laid down. "Stay back," he ordered, flashing a warning grin at the gathered spectators. He positioned himself between my legs, his massive erection pointing at my soaking wet slit.
I could feel my heart racing, the anticipation of his entry sending shivers down my spine. I glanced around the crowded club, aware that everyone was watching us and the strippers, their eyes going back and forth. The intensity of the situation only heightened my arousal.
"Don't hold back," I breathed, pulling my dress off over my head. "I want it all."
John grinned wickedly, his eyes shining with lust. "You're sure you want this?"
"Absolutely," I said decisively.
He spit on his cock and penetrated me with the swiftness of a god. He grabbed my legs and put them up over his body and pounded my pussy. His balls slapping against my ass with each stroke.
I could feel our bodies become wetter as we worked up a sweat. He gripped my ankles tighter, his muscles flexing under his skin. I lifted my head and glanced at the crowd. The people around us stared, mouths agape, unable to look away. I couldn't resist letting out a soft moan, my voice echoing in the silent room.
"That's it, baby," John muttered, his eyes burning with lust. "Take it all."
My pussy clenched around his shaft, gripping it tightly. It had been less then a minute and I was already going to orgasm.
I could feel the familiar pressure building in my lower abdomen, signaling the imminent arrival of an intense climax. My toes curled, and my nails dug into the metal tabletop as I moaned louder.
"Fuck, John," I cried out, my voice echoing in the silent club. "Yes, oh yes, I'm going to cum!"
John's eyes burned with lust as he continued to pump his enormous cock into me. "That's it, baby," he growled, his voice hoarse with passion.
John's strokes became faster and more forceful, his thick cock filling me up completely. I could feel my pussy walls tighten around him, squeezing his member in desperation. My heart thumped wildly in my chest, my body shaking uncontrollably with the intensity of my orgasm.
"I'm gonna cum," I whimpered, my voice barely audible amid the noisy club. "I'm so close."
Then I screamed as I came. My pussy gushed, my body shook.
I clawed at the table, desperate for something to hold onto. The sensation of John's massive cock pulsating inside me sent waves of ecstasy coursing through my veins.
"That's it, baby," John whispers, his voice raspy with lust. "Let go. Just let go."
I continued screaming as I continued orgasming.
"God, you're so fucking wet," John groans, his pace increasing.
As I come down from my climax, John pulls his cock from my pussy and pulls his pants back up. Triumphantly, he sits back and continues watching the strippers fuck while I pant, naked and spent on the table.
I reach between my legs to scoop up some of my juices from the wooden surface. I lick my fingers clean, tasting the remnants of our encounter.
"Nice work," John says, patting me on the leg. "That was quite a show."
"It was a lot of fun," I reply, rubbing my sore pussy. "But I think I'm done for the night."
I look onto the stage and the female stripper winks at me as she climbs off the male strippers cock. She gets on her knees under him and he strokes as he cums all over her massive fake tits.
She squeezes her tits trapping his cum, forming a creamy glob in between her cleavage. She smiles triumphantly as people cheer. "That, ladies and gentlemen," the DJ says, "was a live demonstration of raw animalistic desire. Give it up for the only married couple I know who strip and fuck together on stage, The Animals!”
The crowd erupts for the strippers as they bow and leave the stage.
Okay journal, I’m about to orgasm in real life. I’m going to finish this date on my next entry. Good night!