I Got Fucked

…by a stripper.  And I don’t mean that she got my money and I went home with blue balls, not by any means.  This is a true story from Sept ’08 that was originally posted on my pre-Wordpress blog.  This took place 3 days after our very first swap with another couple.

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Several weeks ago, Veronica and I had a fun time spending the afternoon in a strip club, particularly getting to know a dancer we’ll call D that I had met on a previous visit. Noteworthy about this particular lady was her interest in seeing Veronica and I outside of the club for expressly carnal purposes

Last week I had an evening plane flight for a work-related trip and it just so happened that the route to the airport would take me right past this club. The day before my trip Veronica inquired if I was thinking about leaving home early and stopping by the club to see D. “If you don’t mind” was my reply. “Just tell her I said hi!” And off I went…

On Monday I wrote about our weekend adventures and alluded to not everything being so good when Veronica and I swapped partners with another couple. After some reflection and some support and advice from 2 female blogger friends (you know who you are, and thank you again!) I chose not to blog about the details, but I will say now that I had difficulty performing with K, which bruised my ego and psyche a wee bit, to say the least. In short, while I did eventually rise to the occasion, the experience was not one that I care to repeat.

And here is where these seemingly unrelated stories merge…

And we have further evidence of just what an amazing woman my wife is…

The day before my trip, Veronica announced to me that while I’m at the club, should the opportunity to have sex with D arise, either right then (considered at the time to be an unlikely possibility) or at a later date, without Veronica present, I was free to do so!!!!!!! The very first time I met D, she had suggested that we could meet outside the club sometime, even though I mentioned that I was married and did not play that way, and she gave me her phone number anyway.

And before you think we are opening up are marriage even more than just occasional swinging, Veronica made it clear to me that this was a onetime only offer, “and don’t get used to it, buddy!” [Reader this again, 18 months later, all I can think is bwahahahahahaha]

I think it is a mild understatement to say that I was shocked by her offer! We talked a bit about her motivation and agreed to sleep on it. While I desperately wanted to accept her offer (not that there would be any guarantee of getting laid!), I did not want to do so if it would cause any problems between us. I had to be completely confident that she would be OK with my fucking D (and not someone else, as this offer was for D only) without her being part of the action. The next morning, we talked a little more and she was still comfortable with her offer and did not want to take it back.

So, why would Veronica offer me this gift? (And really, is there a better word?)

You see, as we have recently disclosed to our dear readers, Veronica and I will be meeting with the wonderful SwingerWife and her husband in 2 weeks for a very, very naughty weekend getaway. Considering the issues I had with K, she wanted to do what she could to help me restore my confidence. Practically speaking, neither of us wanted to travel a few hours, get into the hotel room with SwingerWife and her husband, only to have the same performance issues re-surface.

(Right now I know that SwingerWife is reading this and saying “you didn’t have any chemistry with K! She wasn’t your type! You and I have great chemistry!” She is correct, of course, but still, lingering concerns remained…)

[SwingerWife's blog is long gone, so there's nothing to link to]

I arrive at the club, get a soda, and make myself comfortable, politely dismissing other dancers after my money and wondering if D is even working today. Just as I’m starting to worry that she’s not there, she appears, comes over to give me a kiss and asks where Veronica is. I tell her about my flight and the solo trip today, and she excuses herself to visit a regular customer with a promise to find me when she is done with him.

A short while later she joins me at my table, we make some small talk, and I give her a brief account of our recent foray into the swinging lifestyle. We also talk about our mutual desire for the 3 of us to get together outside of the club someday. I then mention that Veronica has given me permission to see her outside the club on my own, should the opportunity arise. D immediately tells me that Veronica is the best wife ever, but we all know that, don’t we?

We head upstairs to the private dance area, which needs some description. There are 2 rows of ~ 4×4’ booths, each with a bench seat. Beyond this area is a curtained off area I had not been too before. She starts her dance for me, and just as during my previous visit there is a lot of contact.

The exact words escape me, but I recall saying something along the lines of “I can’t wait to see you outside of the club someday to fuck you”, to which she replies “you know, we can do that in here right now!” Excuse me, can you say that again?!

D explains the other dance area. There are 4 or 5 booths identical to the ones we are in now, but each one has a privacy curtain, and there is no surveillance or other club staff in that area at all. She explains that there is $40 fee to the club to go back there but that each dancer is free set their own fee, typically $150-200, for the 20 minutes that the initial $40 bought. D, apparently just as horny as I, tells me she won’t charge for the dance I’m getting now, nor will she ask me for anything for herself. Just to be clear, I ask what we can do back there to which she replies “you can fuck me”. Let’s go!!!

I pay the bouncer the $40 club fee and off we go. No sooner are we behind the curtain than we pick up right where we left off a few minutes earlier, but without the worry of another random dancer passing our booth and seeing my fingers in her pussy or her hands down the front of my shorts.

In short order she unzips my shorts and takes me completely into her mouth, bringing me to full attention. A condom appears, she squats over my very erect cock and sits down, taking me to the hilt on the first stroke.

Yes, I had a very good time!

Yes, my performance anxiety concerns were most definitely alleviated!

She rode me to a fabulous orgasm and by the sounds she was making and the throbbing of her pussy it seems that she had a pretty good time herself!

Afterwards she hung out with me back in the main club area until I had to leave for the airport. D mentioned that I should have Veronica text her sometime, as she still wanted to discuss getting together with the both of us, so that she could play with Veronica (D is bi, yeah!) and they could give me the double blowjob they teased me about the last time we were there together!

And I told Veronica all about my afternoon with D as soon as I left the club!

I have the Best. Wife. EVER

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My how things have changed!   One thing that hasn’t changed is that Veronica is still the Best. Wife. EVER!!!!

This is my contribution to the monthly group post organized by Kimberly aka The Errant Wife.  Check out the other bloggers below for how this month’s prompt “I got fucked” inspired them.  Swing Shift will be posted tomorrow.

Ronjazz
Petal
Adulterous Letch
Britni
Autumn
they belong to us
Veronica
Topaz
Dreamwalker
Gray
Bri
Spring Flower
And our hostess, Kimberly

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