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So a few years ago my wife and I headed out of town for a night to see a concert. We decided to stay in a hotel for the evening so I already knew we were going to have some fun, I just didn’t know how much.

The concert was fantastic, 3 plus hours of singing along, having fun, and even dancing in the rain. When it was over we decided that we weren’t done having fun to we headed to a bar near our hotel. We had a conversation we haven’t had in a long time, one about our fantasies, which eventually evolved into something we had almost never talked about - our sexual histories.

After taking tequila shots, and some back and forth, I asked her if her number she had told me, 2, was accurate. She said no and that there had been a third right before she met me. Now normally this would make a normal person jealous,and I was to a degree, but I had to know more.

It turns out he was a one night stand after a party, she never knew his full name, and he didn’t use a condom. Feeling my stomach twist, and my cock fill up at the same time I pressed further. I asked her how many guys she had blown and was stunned by the answer. It was somewhere around 20 but she wasn’t exactly sure.

She then explained her MO - what she would do is while hooking up with a guy she’d make a deal. If they could make her cum with their hands, she’d suck their cock as a reward.

I’m completely turned on by this point and I think that she saw it as a relief that she had gotten this off her chest to me this deep in our relationship, we had been together about 15 years at this point and married for about 7.

The relief she felt brought down her guard a little bit when she saw I wasn’t upset. She immediately suggested we head back to the hotel almost immediately after we had the conversation.

It was a short walk and we went inside and up into the elevator. On the ride up she said she wanted to walk ahead of me and that I should go slow. I obliged and she started about 5 paces ahead of me. As she started walking she took off her denim shorts, revealing a yellow pair of boyshorts that didn’t have a chance of containing her huge ass. A few more steps. Her tank top came off. And then she stopped and turned around in her bralette and undies and took off her bralette over her head.

There was my wife - topless in nothing but a pair of panties in a hotel hallway. She finished the rest of the walk back into our room, and it was on from there. I took her every which way I could. First fucking her from behind, making that fat ass recoil with every thrust. Then she wanted a turn and got on top, riding me with a fury and a passion I hadn’t seen in awhile.

At that point it was too much for both of us. She began to cum and I could feel her having what I call one of her mini squirts. Feeling her leaking out all over me as she rode me I couldn’t contain it any longer. I finished inside her with a huge moan and an even bigger load.

My wife - who knew what she had done back before we knew each other would bring us so close.

So pretty quickly after my wife came from the stripper she had a little bit of post nut clarity and wanted to get out of there after realizing what she had done.

Now my wife is typically a one and done cummer. But I guess the walk back towards our room rejuvenated her a little bit because as we got to the elevators she whispered to me “I can’t wait to get you back upstairs”

We step in the elevator - no one inside. As the door closed I reached my hand up her dress from behind, feeling the warmth from her still wet pussy, her panties damp. Then I slid a finger around her thong, and inside her. She let out a little gasp as it entered on that elevator ride. That ended pretty quickly though as we got to our floor.

The walk down to our room wasn’t long and we went inside and she immediately pulled out a chair from the desk and had me take off my shirt and sit. She adjusted the lights to her liking and turned to me and said “so you like strippers huh?” Then she put on some music and started to dance for me.

She gave me a lap dance and I wasn’t allowed to touch her until she gave me permission. First with her dress on, then she slid it off and continued dancing for me topless in her white lace thong. Shortly after she took off my pants so both of us were in our underwear and grinded on me.

When she stepped back to have me look at her I reached down to my pants and grabbed some bills from my pocket and as she approached I stuffed them in her panties and between her tits. Treating her like the stripper she desperately wanted to be in that moment.

Once she had sufficiently teased me she slowly pulled off my boxers to reveal my rock hard cock. On her knees, while in the chair she took in her mouth, sucking it long and slow, then speeding up and slowing down and toying with it.

Finally she stood up, slid her thong down her thick lower half, and straddled me in the chair.

It didn’t take long for us both to cum, her finally having a full release that the stripper started, and me filling her with a huge thick load.

So pretty quickly after my wife came from the stripper she had a little bit of post nut clarity and wanted to get out of there after realizing what she had done.

Now my wife is typically a one and done cummer. But I guess the walk back towards our room rejuvenated her a little bit because as we got to the elevators she whispered to me “I can’t wait to get you back upstairs”

We step in the elevator - no one inside. As the door closed I reached my hand up her dress from behind, feeling the warmth from her still wet pussy, her panties damp. Then I slid a finger around her thong, and inside her. She let out a little gasp as it entered on that elevator ride. That ended pretty quickly though as we got to our floor.

The walk down to our room wasn’t long and we went inside and she immediately pulled out a chair from the desk and had me take off my shirt and sit. She adjusted the lights to her liking and turned to me and said “so you like strippers huh?” Then she put on some music and started to dance for me.

She gave me a lap dance and I wasn’t allowed to touch her until she gave me permission. First with her dress on, then she slid it off and continued dancing for me topless in her white lace thong. Shortly after she took off my pants so both of us were in our underwear and grinded on me.

When she stepped back to have me look at her I reached down to my pants and grabbed some bills from my pocket and as she approached I stuffed them in her panties and between her tits. Treating her like the stripper she desperately wanted to be in that moment.

Once she had sufficiently teased me she slowly pulled off my boxers to reveal my rock hard cock. On her knees, while in the chair she took in her mouth, sucking it long and slow, then speeding up and slowing down and toying with it.

Finally she stood up, slid her thong down her thick lower half, and straddled me in the chair.

It didn’t take long for us both to cum, her finally having a full release that the stripper started, and me filling her with a huge thick load.

So many years ago on our second wedding anniversary, my wife and I decided to head to Atlantic City for a night. We had a great dinner and a few cocktails and I convinced her that we should head to Scores, which at the time was inside the Hard Rock.

So a few more drinks there and we’re having fun and I buy my wife a lap dance. The first stripper that danced for her was fine, but not what my wife wanted. Now you need to understand my wife is outwardly very conservative, vanilla, and you’d never think she had anything resembling a wild streak. But when the stars align, and she’s not at home, and has a few cocktails - that side comes out HARD.

So my wife spots this tall, thick, tattooed absolutely sexy dancer and requests her. So the first dance, she’s all over my wife. Kissing her neck. Running her hands over my wife’s body. Im in awe. Im just pulling out $20 bills as fast as I can. Now also - this is taking place next to the stage. Scores didn’t have private rooms.

During the second dance the stripper takes out one of my wife’s tits and starts sucking on it (my wife had on a deep V neck dress and no bra). I’m obviously losing my mind. Hard as a rock. As the third dance starts. The dancer slides her hand up my wife’s dress. And I can see her massaging her clit over her thong. After a minute or so, I can tell my wife is having an orgasm and trying not to scream. She’s twitching, turning red, and whimpering. All while her tit is exposed to anyone who’s in the bar right next to the stage.

I hope you enjoyed this story…there’s more that happened with just my wife and I after, it’s a much shorter tale but I’d be happy to share if this is well received!

So many years ago on our second wedding anniversary, my wife and I decided to head to Atlantic City for a night. We had a great dinner and a few cocktails and I convinced her that we should head to Scores, which at the time was inside the Hard Rock.

So a few more drinks there and we’re having fun and I buy my wife a lap dance. The first stripper that danced for her was fine, but not what my wife wanted. Now you need to understand my wife is outwardly very conservative, vanilla, and you’d never think she had anything resembling a wild streak. But when the stars align, and she’s not at home, and has a few cocktails - that side comes out HARD.

So my wife spots this tall, thick, tattooed absolutely sexy dancer and requests her. So the first dance, she’s all over my wife. Kissing her neck. Running her hands over my wife’s body. Im in awe. Im just pulling out $20 bills as fast as I can. Now also - this is taking place next to the stage. Scores didn’t have private rooms.

During the second dance the stripper takes out one of my wife’s tits and starts sucking on it (my wife had on a deep V neck dress and no bra). I’m obviously losing my mind. Hard as a rock. As the third dance starts. The dancer slides her hand up my wife’s dress. And I can see her massaging her clit over her thong. After a minute or so, I can tell my wife is having an orgasm and trying not to scream. She’s twitching, turning red, and whimpering. All while her tit is exposed to anyone who’s in the bar right next to the stage.

I hope you enjoyed this story…there’s more that happened with just my wife and I after, it’s a much shorter tale but I’d be happy to share if this is well received!

So many years ago on our second wedding anniversary, my wife and I decided to head to Atlantic City for a night. We had a great dinner and a few cocktails and I convinced her that we should head to Scores, which at the time was inside the Hard Rock.

So a few more drinks there and we’re having fun and I buy my wife a lap dance. The first stripper that danced for her was fine, but not what my wife wanted. Now you need to understand my wife is outwardly very conservative, vanilla, and you’d never think she had anything resembling a wild streak. But when the stars align, and she’s not at home, and has a few cocktails - that side comes out HARD.

So my wife spots this tall, thick, tattooed absolutely sexy dancer and requests her. So the first dance, she’s all over my wife. Kissing her neck. Running her hands over my wife’s body. Im in awe. Im just pulling out $20 bills as fast as I can. Now also - this is taking place next to the stage. Scores didn’t have private rooms.

During the second dance the stripper takes out one of my wife’s tits and starts sucking on it (my wife had on a deep V neck dress and no bra). I’m obviously losing my mind. Hard as a rock. As the third dance starts. The dancer slides her hand up my wife’s dress. And I can see her massaging her clit over her thong. After a minute or so, I can tell my wife is having an orgasm and trying not to scream. She’s twitching, turning red, and whimpering. All while her tit is exposed to anyone who’s in the bar right next to the stage.

I hope you enjoyed this story…there’s more that happened with just my wife and I after, it’s a much shorter tale but I’d be happy to share if this is well received!

One night a few years ago my wife and I stayed over in another city for a concert and got DRUNK afterwards. Somehow we started discussing fantasies and pasts and all that.

I had always been under the impression that she had only slept with two men (myself and her ex). But I found out she had a third one nighter shortly before we started dating. What surprised me more though was when I asked her how many men she had blown.

I was STUNNED to find out that she had blown upwards of 20 guys. Apparently she used to make them finger her until she came - and if they were successful she’d reward them by sucking their cocks.

I was so surprised and so turned on (still am - I’m hard as a rock writing this) and I think about it constantly even now years after hearing this.