Girls' Night Out Ch. 02

When Harold learned the details of what happened that evening his wife went out with the girls he was surprised. No, that's not exactly true, for the most part she acted just like he would have expected her to, for the most part. Certainly her reticence early in the evening was completely expected. She would shy away from the overt sexuality displayed by the dancers and her friends, but what she did just before leaving did surprise Harold. He didn't know exactly what happened to her, but whatever it was, he liked it. He liked it so much that he decided he had to say something to the stripper, who did whatever he did to loosen his wife up so much.

Initially he planned to call up to the club and try to talk to the dancer, but then decided they probably wouldn't let some strange woman's husband talk to a dancer. Instead, he would simply go to the club, give the guy a big tip in the hopes he'd come talk to him after he finished his performance. That's the way it worked in the strip clubs he'd been to, you tuck a five, or a ten into the dancer's g string and she'd be sure to come thank you later, if only just to hustle you for a lap dance. He figured he'd give the guy a hundred, no, he wouldn't tuck it in his g string, he'd simply hand it to him, but a hundred bucks was a small price to pay for the evening he spent with his wife. And who knows where the two of them might go from there.

The next evening Harold drove to the club, arriving early. Knowing he'd be conspicuous and would immediately draw the attention of security, he went in and asked to talk to the manager of the club. Figuring he had some pissed off husband or boyfriend the manager reluctantly agreed to talk to Harold and they sat down at a table.

"Can I get you a drink or something," the manager asked, waving at one of the waiters.

"Just a diet coke," Harold answered, watching the muscle-bound waiter head over to the bar.

"Well, how can I help you?"

"It's like this," Harold started nervously, "my wife and I've been married for fifteen years and well a couple of nights ago she came in with a group of women. Now my wife has always been prudish about sex and really didn't get too involved with the action until the last dancer came on."

"Lamar," the manager interjected, "he is a show stopper."

"Well anyway, I heard that although she didn't show a lot of interest in the other dancers, as she was about to leave, she became enthralled with him, slowly walking up to the stage and leaving a big tip. While he danced, he whispered something to her."

"Was she offended by him? I've talked with them..."

"No, no that's not it. She was not offended, not by any means. In fact, she came home and shared with me the most incredible sexual experience I have ever had."

Smiling and nodding, "You know a lot of husband and boyfriends like it when the women get home. The ladies get so worked up here that when they get home they practically rape their lovers."

"But it's more than just that, I mean she did things she's never done with me before, some pretty incredible things. Well, I just wanted to thank that dancer for saying whatever he said to her. If you don't mind I'd like to leave a tip for him," Harold said, pulling a hundred dollar bill out of his pocket.

"Look, I like to avoid handling the dancers' money, just a policy I have, but you're welcome to remain for the show and afterwards you can give him the money yourself. The women do tend to crowd around him, so I'm not sure how much you'll be able to talk to him."

"Okay, I just didn't want to make you or that angry looking security guy nervous about me hanging around here."

"Okay, I understand, I'll talk to him, let him know you are okay. If you like you can sit at the end of the bar there, it's a little less conspicuous," the manager said, standing up and shaking my hand.

So Harold moved to the end of the bar sipping diet cokes while he watched the first part of the show, amazed at how wild the women got. Sitting there he tried to picture Katie amid all the commotion and figured that, yeah, she'd be the one to sit back, slightly shocked by it all. When the lights suddenly went low and the last dancer appeared on stage Harold stood up, amazed at the size and proportions of the man.

When the music started and the tall man began to gyrate his body Harold couldn't take his eyes away. It wasn't a sexual thing, it was more the simple amazement at the combination of movement, music and lights that was... well hypnotic. Before he realized what he was doing, he was slowly walking up toward the stage, completely engrossed in the man's movements. When the man removed his pants Harold couldn't help but see the odd g string with the long sock like attachment that began to swing back and forth like a pendulum.

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth it swung as the lights flashed all around and the man put his hand on his head and just moved. By now the women were going wild, screaming, throwing money and sprawling out on their tables. Harold just stood at the edge of the stage and slowly pulled out his hundred dollar bill, neatly tucking it into the man's g string. The big man leaned forward and Harold heard whispering, the words... the words the man spoke were... Suddenly, he snapped his fingers three times and Harold snapped out of it, standing up and walking back to the bar.

He quickly paid his bill, leaving a large tip for the bartender and then walked out to his car. On his way home Harold stopped at a flower shop and bought his wife flowers for the first time in many years. Picking up his cell phone he made dinner and motel reservations at a nearby fancy hotel and then drove home.

Once home he told Katie to get dressed up and handed her the flowers. In about an hour they headed off to the restaurant for a romantic candlelight dinner. Afterwards they checked into the hotel and went up to the room, where Harold began kissing her slowly while he carefully undressed her. When she was naked, he continued kissing her, gently running his hands all over her body.

Instead of jumping on top of her the moment she was wet enough to take him, he continued kissing her neck and then her breasts. His mouth moved to her nipples as his hand moved down between her legs, ever so gently exploring her, caressing her and arousing her. He turned her over onto her stomach and kissed the back of her neck as his hands gently ran down her back. Squeezing the soft flesh of her ass, he moved his hands down onto her thighs as she kissed down her back and onto her ass.

When she turned onto her back, Harold kissed up her legs, over her knees and onto the insides of her thighs as his hands moved up over her hips. Soon he could smell her fragrance as he kissed her delicate lips, slowly slipping his tongue into her, tasting her. He watched her lips blossom outward as he ran his tongue up her slit and found her clit, where he circled it with his tongue. As she began raising her hips in response he slipped two fingers into her wet opening, exploring her as his tongue continued caressing her clit.

As she came, Harold pushed his fingers deep into her, feeling each pulsation as he rested his head on her thigh until the climax subsided. When she calmed some, he returned to her clit, sucking it into her mouth, pushing his fingers in and out of her pussy, bringing her quickly to a second orgasm.

He waited until she calmed and then kissed back up her body, over the tight, wiry pubic hair, over the slight paunch of her stomach and curving around the soft orbs of her breasts. Finding her nipples he sucked them, gently biting them before kissing her up her neck and then slipping his tongue into her mouth. When he moved himself between her legs, she reached down and guided his cock into her eager pussy. By then she needed him desperately, wrapping her legs around him and whispering, "Please fuck me, please."

Moving slowly, he pushed himself into her and then slowly withdrew, actually letting his cock slip out of her before plunging himself back into her. She had reached down to his ass, pulling on it, trying to get him to move faster. Following her lead, he sped up his motion, quickly moving in and out of her, thrusting hard and then pulling back. With each thrust she lifted her ass off the bed to meet him and their bodies slapped together with an urgency they never experienced before.

Harold felt his balls banging against her ass as he drove himself to the hilt again and again. She then moaned loudly and cried out, "Oh Harold, I love you." As she came, her pussy contracted around his cock, and the sensations of her body carried him over the edge and he came right after her, his cock twitching and spurting his cum into her as he pussy continued pulsating around him.

He collapsed on top of her and remained there whispering, "I love you Katie, I love you," as his cock slowly shrank and eventually slipped out of her pussy. Rolling over beside her, he nuzzled up against her, kissing the side of her face while his hand gently caressed her breasts. They later fell asleep, spending the entire night in each other's arms.

When they awoke, they realized that still, after fifteen years of marriage they were urgently, desperately in love with each other. They kissed and when she got up to get dressed to leave, Harold said, "You know, we still have two hours until checkout time." Smiling, Katie climbed back into bed with him and they began kissing again.