It’s been ages since Veronica and I wrote one of these posts together, and last night’s adventures at the strip club are just begging to be recounted!  Friday was her birthday and she decided that she wanted a quiet evening at home with the kids, but then we would get a sitter for Saturday night and just she and I would go out to celebrate.

Veronica: I thought about doing dinner and a movie, but since we have an HD TV and streaming Netflix it’s hard to get excited about seeing much of anything in the theatre.  So instead I opted for dinner at Outback and a strip club visit.

We went to our favorite club, and after presenting them with our free admission coupons, we settled down at our favorite table and watched the girl onstage go through the motions.  She was a very unattractive girl with one of the WORST boob jobs ever, and I sighed, thinking it was going to be an early night.

Hubman: We arrived to find only 3 or 4 other customers in the club and only a few girls in sight, despite the 3/4 full parking lot.  How bad was this girls boob job? As she was moving around on stage, this big ripple kept appearing on the underside of her boob that was visible from 15 feet away.  I was almost tempted to ask who her plastic surgeon was so Veronica could avoid him, if she ever goes through with her desire to get her boobs done.

Veronica: Thankfully the girls three song set ended and a new girl took her place who was very attractive, so I went up to the railing while Hubman watched.  The leggy brunette who was dancing had a very devoted fan, who quickly spread a multitude of ones at his section of the rail.  I almost left, but when the guy started wolf howling at the girl, I decided that I could NOT leave her alone.

The man then gives me a bunch of singles.  I tell him that I am ok, and give the money back.  He tries again.  I tell him once again that I am fine and that my husband has all the cash I need.  He gives the money to the stripper and walks off.  Apparently, according to Hubman, he wanted me to give the money to the stripper and get to watch the girl-girl fun.

Hubman: I was laughing, watching this scene at the stage.  There is polite, demure Veronica sitting back and watching the dancer, then there is this creepy dude lining up 15 0ne dollar bills and trying to get Veronica to give some of them to the dancer.  Afterward Veronica said she didn’t know why he was doing that, I told her it’s because while the guys creepy, he’s no dummy and likes the idea of a girl checking out the strippers.

Veronica:  We both had lap dances from a great stripper named Mya.  She is a very pretty asian girl with a smokin’ hot body.  She remembered us from our last visit.  She sat and chatted with us for awhile and then I went to get a lap dance from her.  She gives a fun lap dance as we chatted and she would continually blow raspberries on my cleavage.  She is a very nice girl and I always enjoy my time with her, but I am still not sure how much touching I am permitted to do.  During my dance Hubman comes up and tells her that its my birthday so I think I got some extra touching for that.

Trust me, my dear, you can get away with a lot more touching that you think you can, you’re a chick! And that’s precisely why I told Mya that Friday was your birthday, I figured that would get you an extra special dance.

Veronica: While I am having a dance from Mya, Hubman is being chatted up by a pretty stripper named Becky.  She is working the pigtails. Mya also joins us and Hubman goes off for his dance with Mya while we talk.  During the course of our conversation I learn that she is 19 and has a 3 month old and that she just got her GED and is hoping to go to school for an LPN.  I was tempted to have a dance from her until I learned her age.  I know that many strippers are young, but Hubman and I just get squicked out when we learn that they are old enough to technically be our daughter.  However, her barely legal status did not seem to bother the other patrons.

Hubman: I don’t mind young at all, but yeah, 19 is a bit too young, we couldn’t even buy her a drink if we wanted to.   But you have to admit, she was really cute!  And those pigtails, the naughty thoughts pigtails inspire….

Veronica: In my strip club visits I have noticed on pretty consistent thing.  The women with smaller breasts are usually good dancers while the larger breasted girls mostly walk from pole to pole and kind of stand there.  So when I noticed a girl that was flat as a pancake, I jabbed Hubman and exclaimed, “Look she has no boobs, I bet she is going to be an awesome dancer.” And indeed she was.

I personally prefer my strippers to have a more wholesome look.  I do not find lots of tattoos or piercings to be attractive.  I also do not like the whole caked-on make-up look, especially if I am getting a lap dance as makeup stains can be a bitch to get out of your clothes.  This girl comes up to the stage, and while I am sure there is a very pretty face there, you can’t see it under the inch of pancake she is wearing.

Hubman: You have to admit, bad tattoos and too much makeup aside, she had great tits!

Veronica: The makeup, the extensive tattooing did not bother her friend, who is leaning his head far over the railing and peering at the dancer so intently, you would think that the next winning powerball numbers were tattooed to her underboob and he was trying to copy them.  He was also not being discreet about his continual adjustments (it was like a trainwreck, I could not look away) that I had to nickname him Mr. Sticky Pants.

There was also the girl I was avoiding.  I had met her before at the club, and I just did not find her attractive and she was not a good conversationalist.  When she was dancing she kept on beckoning to Hubman and I, and I kept on finding my glass and the table top incredibly fascinating.

Hubman: Some girls will get the hint if you’re not interested in interacting with them, this one didn’t, she really kept trying.  And it’s nothing against her, just if we’re gonna drop a few 20′s on a stripper, it’s gonna be one we really find attractive.

Veronica: I did enjoy our evening at the strip club.  Its always fun to sit in a relaxed atmosphere and chat with Hubman and the girls, and as someone who loves people watching, its a prime place to do it.  And while I make fun of some of the girls,  I have to give them their props as stripping is something I could not do for a living.  Getting past my inability to dance, or my clumsiness, I would have a hard time with creepy, sticky people touching me.  I would enjoy the conversations, but not the touching.

Hubman: While the strip clubs in MA aren’t half as fun as those in San Antonio (Veronica has to come with me the next time I have to go there for work!), it certainly makes for a fun and sexy date night!

One the way home we stopped at a secluded area I found, check out what happened there ;-)

 

It’s funny how things work sometimes.  Two weeks ago I published Maybe honesty isn’t the best policy, griping about my difficulties finding a playmate here in San Antonio.  Around 9pm that night, I logged into AFF to find a message from a woman that I had already exchanged a few messages with, this time she gave me her number.  We spent some time on the phone and decided that we wanted to meet.  Due to some personal circumstances, she invited me to come over to her home, that night.  Sure, why not!

In retrospect, there are several reasons why I shouldn’t have.

I’m not terribly picky about body types, I’ve enjoyed a number of lovers with a variety of shapes and sizes.  But I don’t appreciate when people use older, very flattering pictures that aren’t representative of how they presently look.  I knew that she wasn’t petite by any means, but she was pretty and looked good, at least in pictures.  In person? Not so much, easily 40+ lbs overweight, which isn’t a deal-breaker by itself, it was more her overall appearance, she just didn’t look like she took good care of herself.

Okay, maybe I can deal with that.  But then I look around the house.  Frankly, the place is a dump.  Crap is piled up everywhere, almost like it’s out of an episode of hoarders.  And it’s dirty- old food on a plate, numerous soda cans laying around, you get the idea.  Frankly, I’d be mortified 1) if my home ever looked that bad and 2) if someone else saw it in that condition.

As if that wasn’t enough, not only is she a smoker (which she didn’t mention on her AFF profile), but there’s an ashtray practically overflowing with ashes and cigarette butts on an end-table.  Gross.  She shows me around the place, including the bedroom, which is no better.

I stayed around for a bit and made small talk with her.  After a little while she said “so, would you like to go to the bedroom?”  I politely declined, blaming it on the late hour, and got the hell out of there.

This night completely dampened my enthusiasm for finding a playmate here, I’ve stopped contacting anyone on AFF.  I should just delete that account, it’s been nothing but a waste of time and money….

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A week of so ago, I went to my favorite local strip club for a drink or two and to appreciate some of the lovely ladies.  A woman sat down with me and we struck up a conversation.  I got a couple of lap dances from her and there was a LOT of contact between us, even more than what this place typically allows.  We return to my table and she makes passing mention to finding some fun for after work and I ask about what she means.  Her reply implies that she’s open to meeting someone outside the club.

Is anyone surprised that this catches my interest?

But what turns me off to the idea is when she says something along the lines of “$400 for 2 hrs, all inclusive”

I’ve got nothing against prostitution, those who pay for sex or those who offer their bodies in exchange for money.  But I prefer that a woman fucks me because she wants to, not because of what I have in my wallet for her.  I don’t decline, but I do tell her that I have to get up really early the next day and perhaps some other time (this is the night before I flew to NY to surprise the family for DB’s birthday party).  We exchange phone numbers and I leave the club a short while later.

Fast forward to this past Saturday night.  I finished that damn paper that was consuming so much of my time last week and decided to relax and enjoy myself, so I returned to the strip club.  My dancer friend was working and came over to join me when she noticed I was there.  I have to give her some credit, she probably meets a lot of people, but she immediately remembered to ask about my trip to NY, was my family surprised, did my son have a good birthday, etc.

Since she was so much fun the last time she danced for me, it should be no surprise that I got a few more dances from her.

And then something that never happened to me before happened.  Keep in mind that this is a topless club, no bare pussies here, and the dance area, while off to the side, isn’t exactly what you would call private.

She straddles the chair, her knees are the arms of the chair and she puts her pussy pretty much right in my face.  She pulls her thong aside and shows me her pussy!

“Well, do something, lick it, would you?”

She wants me to eat her pussy right there!  Now I’m an adventurous guy and I enjoy eating pussy as much as anyone, but this setting is a bit much for me so I decline, but that doesn’t stop me from moving a hand between her legs and sliding a finger between her generous labia and into her pussy.  She moves down off the chair and I keep finger-fucking her, adding a second finger to her now very wet pussy.  The song ends and she says “keep going, I’m not charging you now, I need you to keep doing that until I come!”

To top it off, once I made her come, she got on her knees in front of me and reached for my zipper.  By now another dancer was nearby dancing for someone and while I liked the idea of a blowjob in the back of the club, I just couldn’t do it, so I told her no.

We spent 5 songs in the lap dance area, normally it’s $20 a song.  I paid for 2 songs, finger fucked her to orgasm, and declined giving and receiving oral sex from a hot stripper.

Wow.

Afterward she went to the dressing room and I returned to my table.  After a little while I decided it was time to go, but I hadn’t seen her again to say goodnight (I am polite, you know!).  I got outside and sent her a text “Thx XXXXX that was fun. I had to go. Until next time…. *Hubman*“  I got a reply about an hour later “You’re welcome” and another one much later during the night “:-)”

I wonder if I could fuck her without paying for it?

Aug 012010
 

On Friday morning I moved out the hotel that’s located 6 miles away from where I go for “work” while I’m here.  I’m now in the lodging that is literally across the street from “work”, a 5 minute walk instead of a 12-15 minute drive.  I also have more living space, a kitchenette, a reliable LAN to connect to, and no crickets!

Perhaps the best of all, which I had totally forgotten about from the last time I was here 3 yrs ago, is the camaraderie that comes with living in the same building as the rest of my classmates.  Friday evening word spread that a bunch of people would be heading out for dinner, so I joined the fun.  All together, there were 15 of us going out for dinner, 6 others from my class group and the rest from one of the other groups, so it was a nice mix of familiar faces and new friends.  We spend 2+ hrs a really nice restaurant, laughing, sharing stories and generally relaxing and enjoy the night.

After dinner some of us were interested in going downtown, maybe to the Riverwalk, which is where I thought we were headed, until we started driving.  It seems that a few people in our group were strip club virgins and some of the guys (and girls) were determined to correct that!

At the end of the night, it wasn’t the jokes that were told, the memories that were created or the embarrassing moments we have to tease each other about in the coming weeks.  And it wasn’t watching one hot girl get a very up close and personal dance from a stripper, getting a few dollar dances myself, or the tequila shots one of my friends bought for us.

At the end of the night, it was a good time spent with new friends.  Honestly, the location and activities are inconsequential, I’m here with a very good group of people that I enjoy spending time with.

What more can we ask of our friends?

 

Unfortunately, it’s been shut down, due to some sort of zoning dispute with the city.

Actually, it’s probably a good thing my hotel isn’t next door to a strip club, that could be real dangerous for my wallet!

The laws regulating strip clubs are odd here, I don’t now if it’s a city thing or if some of the rules are state law.  All of the girls use some sort of latex paint cover-up stuff on their areolae, because according to the law here, as long as the areola and nipple isn’t visible, the woman is not topless.  Never mind that some women have paler-colored areola and the latex makes them more visible.  Another oddity? They can’t wear thongs or g-strings.  Panties can be as small as they want, as long as the girls ass crack isn’t visible.

How do I know this?  I had a very pleasant conversation with a stripper the other day.

She has my phone number now.  I highly doubt that she’ll use it, but stranger things have happened ;-)

 

1. Commando: Sexy or disgusting? Do you have a “best” commando story?

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Nothing wrong with going commando!  I actually prefer a woman in a thong or boyshorts, but there’s something about a skirt or dress and knowing that there is nothing but skin underneath.

For me, occasionally I’ll go commando.  Sometimes I like hanging free. See?

I don’t know that I have a best commando story…

2. Foreplay: Is there such a thing as too much?

I think there can be. After awhile it can be like “enough already, let’s get on with the fucking!”  But that’s a rare occurrence…

3. Oral sex: Good if you are getting? Good is you are giving? Equally ewwwww?

I love to give and to receive :-D

4. Orgasm: Is one per night enough or does the first one just get your motor running?

It depends. Oftentimes with Veronica it’s one and done.  After all, we’re sleeping together (and likely fucking) every night, so there’s always tomorrow for another orgasm.  But if I’m with another woman and there is limited time together, I’m certainly “up” for more than one round.  I may be 40 yrs old, but I still have a pretty short recovery period!

Not too long ago, I asked Veronica if it bothered her that I am always up for a 2nd (or 3rd) round with other lovers, but am usually one and done with her.  She’s the one who pointed out that I likely have limited time with another lover and that I should make the most of the opportunity.  She always doesn’t expect me to fuck her when we have a 3some with another woman, for the same reason.  Once again, I have the best wife ever!!

5. Morning sex: “Oh hell yes!”, “Well if I have, too.” or “Just get in the shower and go to work.”

Oh hell yes! In fact, that’s exactly how Veronica and I started our day today :-)

Bonus (as in optional): Have you ever had anonymous sex? Have you ever had an orgasm without at least knowing your partner’s last name?

Yes I have. Remember this post about sex with a stripper in the strip club?  I only knew her stage name, not even her real first name.  And there have been several others where I never knew their last name.

 

Veronica and I had kind of a rough week, so we decided that we needed a night out, just the two of us.  Dinner at one of our favorite burger joints (Southern Vixen knows the place!), followed by some time wandering Barnes and Noble to check out some books we were interested in.

Then my darling wife suggested, no demanded, that we go somewhere else. Being the kind of guy I am, I acquiesced ;-)

*click-click for the best boobs of the night*

We didn’t stay too late and got home around 10:30, since we had something better to do besides just look at nekkid chicks.  The sitter told us that the kids went to bed around 9:00, just like we asked, and she hadn’t heard a peep from them since then.  The kids insist on going to bed together when we’re not there at bedtime, so we usually separate them when we get home. As long as PP stays asleep, it’s no problem.  Not this time! I go into DB’s room and hear “Hi dad” from him, followed by PP’s eyes popping open and “Is mommy home too?”

Crap.

Veronica took PP into her room and worked on getting her to  sleep while I said goodnight to DB and got ready for Veronica to join me in bed. If you follow me on Twitter you might have had an idea of what was going on.

Did I succeed? I’m afraid not.

But tonight is another night ;-)

 

…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

 

Last night Veronica and I had a date, just the two of us.  After repeatedly promising our daughter that yes, we will come home [seriously, every time we go out, she thinks we're leaving forever and there are multiple requests for "one more huggie" before we can escape without her having a fit], we went out for dinner and a visit to our favorite strip club.

There was once a time when a visit to the club was so fun and exciting for us, checking out the girls together, watching Veronica flirt and get lap dances.  But lately, not so much…

Sure, many of these girls are hot.  In fact, I’m the one who got a lap dance last night, not Veronica.  But it did nothing for me.  I’ve had dances before that even with just a little contact, some grinding on my lap, have left me with an achingly hard cock.  Last night, while “Mandy” certainly has a very nice figure, as did a stunningly pretty Filipino girl, I wasn’t aroused at all by the evening.

Maybe it’s because of the adventures we’ve had swinging.  After all, once you’ve seen your wife thoroughly enjoy herself between the thighs of another woman, seeing a beautiful nude young woman do nothing except gyrate in front of her isn’t quite as, ehem, stimulating.

The strip club was so unarousing, at least to me, that when Veronica and I got home, we spent a little while online and watching football, then went to bed, without having sex!  WTF? Or not…

But at least we started today off right ;-)

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You know what most certainly doesn’t bore me? Veronica and her lingerie collection!  Last weekend it was her red open cup bra, last night it was the black one.

*taken with my iPhone*

If you follow me on Twitter, you might have seen this picture last night.  I also texted it to our friend Southern Vixen, since the last time we went to this particular restaurant and followed it with a visit to the strip club, she was with us.  Her response?

“For FUCK’s sake!!!!  Dayyum!!!”

Gotta love that woman, her personality comes across even in text messages!

 

Veronica and I took SoVix out to dinner last night [wait, she grabbed the check, so she took us out to dinner.  Anyway...] then we took her to our favorite strip club.  Now I’ve been in a strip club with SoVix before, about a year ago in Atlanta, so I should have remembered this, or maybe I didn’t notice then.

The woman is totally afraid to approach the stage and tip a dancer, even the hottest woman there!

This is the woman who will go to a swingers club and be the life of the party, who isn’t shy about having sex with multiple partners [men and women] with an audience watching.  Anyone who knows SoVix knows that she is a outgoing, gregarious, extremely friendly person who has an amazing ability to strike up conversation with just about anyone she meets.

Get her in a strip club, she becomes a wallflower.

I went to the stage several times, as did Veronica.  Each time, we would ask SoVix if she’d like to join us.  “Oh, no no no no no nooooooo” was the typical reply.

We offered that if either Veronica or I saw a girl we wanted to get a dance from that SoVix would be welcome to watch.  No dice, she was NOT interested.

Try as we might, we failed to entice her to get up close and personal with a stripper.

But…

Remember when Veronica wrote about taking Stripper 101 in Las Vegas?

SoVix was NOT shy about enjoying a private dance from Veronica.

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But I’ll leave that story for SoVix to tell…

 

Southern Vixen wrote a post today describing our fun yesterday.  You should check it out.  Today has been very vanilla, with SoVix accompanying Veronica and Princess Persistent first to PP’s dance class then going food shopping.  Now Veronica is taking PP to a friends birthday party while SoVix and I consider naps.  Oh, the excitement…

Veronica and I are normally very affectionate with our lifestyle friends and it’s a little odd having to hold back a little bit- Darling Boy is getting old enough to figure things out.  We’re kinda pushing our luck with having SoVix spend the night in our bed instead of on the futon downstairs as it is.  Speaking of her in our bed, last night the ladies are getting ready for bed [after the fun, that is] when Veronica realizes that she has the same booty shorts that SoVix was putting on.  So they went to bed in matching underwear.  And they insisted that I take a few pictures first.  See?

matching bums

Tonight the kids are staying home with a sitter while the grown-ups go out for dinner, after which we’re taking SoVix to our favorite strip club.  The really interesting part?  Veronica’s brother’s ex-girlfriend might be joining us!  Yes, I realize that requires some explanation.  She and Veronica have remained friends since the break-up and they were chatting online earlier this week.  It turns out that she is in our area this weekend, so Veronica invited her to join us tonight.  Of course, at the time Veronica had no idea that SoVix would be here.  We strongly suspect that she’s bi-, so we knew she’d enjoy an evening of guessing are-they-real-or-fake at a strip club and catching up.  While I really like the idea of the brother-in-laws ex-gf joining us [what? she's bi AND hot!], as Veronica put it “she used to fuck my brother! Eww…”, so that’s likely not gonna happen.  But I can dream, right?

If you follow me on Twitter, you’ve already seen the hot new shoes Veronica will be wearing tonight.  Maybe there will be more pictures and stories to share tomorrow ;-)

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