Wife Takes Advantage of Male Stripper

Last night was to be a night of dancing to celebrate my wife’s birthday. We went to a popular dance club in town and danced to songs of the 80’s. Around midnight we drifted out the door to head to another spot. We ended up at a gay bar that had male strippers. The show had already started despite that there were only about 5 patrons in the club. At times we were the only viewers as the other patrons filtered out and in. The first dancer we saw was a white male with dark curly hair and a cut, lean body. He finished his dance and then stopped by us for a “meet and greet”. This is a part of the show where the dancers circulate amongst the patrons and often get more one-dollar bills tucked in their g-strings and groping is a common occurrence. We chatted briefly and complimented him, sliding our fingers into his briefs to plant a bill. Then the next dancer was starting and our friend drifted off as our attention moved to the dance floor where a very hot black man was dancing. As he began to disrobe I turned and watched my wife’s eyes riveted to the scene. He had a very muscular body, but still slender, and his cat-like body revealed his fine muscle tone. My wife was transfixed by his dance and when he approached our barstools afterward he went right to her and she had her hands all over him. After a few minutes he said he would be back and left to greet any other people who were there (maybe three). I stepped over to the serving area of the bar to get a couple of drinks and after a few minutes I turned to see the hot black guy was back and my wife was half off her bar stool all smashed up against him. He was nuzzling her neck with his sexy lips and her hands were hidden in between them below his waist. I came back over after watching from nearby for a few moments. He barely moved away from her and put his arm around me. I told him I would love to see his cock inside her mouth. He said that would be great and that he would be back in a few moments and we could meet him outside. As we finished our drinks my wife told me how hard he was when she was playing with his cock. I was watching the door and saw him slip out, so we turned and followed. He met us outside and asked where we were parked, and as we turned the corner we pointed to our little compact car parked on the quiet but well-lit downtown street. My wife and the black stripper hopped in the back. I sat in the front passenger seat and watched as she yanked down his athletic shorts and began sucking his hard cock with her fist working his shaft. After watching a few moments I thought that perhaps I should get out of the car to be a better lookout in case someone would come up the sidewalk. I got out of the car and scanned the lonely street. I didn’t see anything but some traffic at the next intersection. I looked back in the car and my wife was taking a leg out of her pants. The hot black stripper was immediately on top of her and thrusting his cock into her wet red-haired pussy. The little car was rocking like mad for a few minutes. He finished inside her and jumped out of the car saying that he hoped he would see us again. I slid over to the driver’s seat and drove away with my wife still in the back seat putting her pants back on. As we pulled away I noticed we were parked across from the newest hotel in downtown, with guest rooms facing the street. When we got back home it was very late and we went straight to bed. When we awoke in the morning we made love and I remarked afterward how slippery she still was after getting fucked by that other guy last night. She was genuinely surprised and said, “I fucked some other guy last night?” I guess she had a little too much to drink. I filled her in on the details and sequence of events the best I could remember. Then she began recalling everything. She remarked that it was a miracle we didn’t end up in jail. I agreed with her, silently berating myself for not remembering that my cell phone has a camcorder.