My 30th Birthday

It was my 30th birthday and we were going out with family and friends to celebrate. My wife had packed the kid off with my in-laws for the night, and we were ready to go out and enjoy ourselves.

We made it to the bar for 8pm and met up with my friends, family and coworkers. It was a great night and I was feeling no pain. At one point, I got up to go to the washroom, and as I passed the bar, I saw a familiar face. 

A month back, I took my wife to a strip club for the first time and bought a lap dance from the prettiest girl in the joint. And then we bought a second from April again, as my wife really enjoyed the first. April really seemed to like us too, which turned us both on to no end. When we got home that night, we imagined what it would be like to fuck her silly, and we both had the best sex of our lives.

Well there, standing at the bar was April, the girl who had given us a lapdance. Being a little drunk, I brazenly walked up to her and asked if she remembered me. She smiled and nodded and said “You’re the guy who brought his wife in, and got a hard on as I was dancing for her.” 

“You got me pegged.”

“Is your wife here with you?” she asked. I said yes and pointed over to the group of friends, family and coworkers. She smiled again and said that she often has guys bring in their wives, but none ever got so obviously horny like I did. It turned her on, to know that she turned us on. I asked who she was there with. She said she had been there on a date, but the guy bolted shortly after he found out she was a stripper – apparently most guys can’t handle what she does.

“Well, why don’t you come over and join us?” I asked. 

She agreed to join us, and walked over to where my friends and family were gathered. I introduced her as an old friend and my wife’s jaw dropped, but she recovered before anyone saw her and greeted April like a long-lost friend. 

April doesn’t look like a stripper; at least not in her street clothes. She was dressed sensibly and had little makeup on. Luckily, she had no piercings and therefore looked like anyone else who works an office job. She is 5”8 with long dirty-blonde hair and big blue eyes and freckles – kind of the girl next door look.

When my grandmother asked April how she knew me, April kept her cool and said we went to university together. That seemed to satisfy everybody. The tension visibly drained out of my wife’s face. 

April continued to amaze Heather and I at the way she interacted with people. It’s hard to believe that just one month ago, she was rubbing her cunt within one inch of my wife’s face, and playing with her nipples as her body swayed to the music in the dark room of the strip club. I was getting hard again just thinking about it, and my wife had a queer look in her eye too.

At one point, my wife Heather excused herself to go to the bathroom. It didn’t escape my notice that she looked at April before leaving, and shortly afterwards, April excused herself too. I got up with some excuse about picking a song from the jukebox, and made my way back to the jukebox, and the washrooms. 

Inside the washroom, I could hear Heather’s voice ask April what she was doing there. April responded and they had some more muffled conversation. Then a woman was walking past me into the washroom and as the door swung shut, I could see Heather and April talking in the reflection of the mirror.

When the woman came out of the washroom, I could see in the mirror again that Heather and April were actually darting into a stall – together! I looked around quickly and saw nobody watching, so I silently snuck into the women’s washroom.

I could hear a bit of commotion and some muffled moaning. Then some slurping noises as my wife was obviously kissing (or being kissed by) the stripper. My cock was rock hard but I didn’t want to get too close, or be discovered, so I ducked into an adjacent stall and silently closed the door. I got settled and listened to the sexy sounds of my wife messing around with the stripper. 

It soon became apparent that April was fingering my wife, for I could hear the familiar sounds of her enjoying herself. It was so sexy and I wanted to jerk off, but was too afraid of being discovered, so I suffered in silence as I listened to my wife’s ecstatic moans. 

Just then a group of women came into the washroom. Judging by the voices, it sounded like Amy and Bridget, two girls who worked in HR at my company. I listened to them prattle on mindlessly about stuff, praying to god that they would not try my door. Luckily they were just in the washroom to check their make up. 

When they left, my wife said they had better get back to the party before I missed them. I could hear some commotion, then they opened the stall door and left the washroom. Or at least I thought so. When I stepped out of my stall, April was checking her hair in the mirror. She smiled at me again. 

She slowly walked towards me, and pressed me back against the stall door. She raised a pair of fingers to my nose, and I could smell my wife’s delicious odour on them. I licked them clean, while she rubbed my cock through my jeans with her other hand. She kissed me deeply for a moment then stopped, went back to the mirror to finish checking her hair, then told me to get out – she would see me later.

I left the washroom and made my way back to the table. I sat down next to Heather, who looked a bit shell shocked, but was also squirming in her seat. I put my hand on her leg underneath the table, and slid it up her thigh. She jumped a bit and looked me in the eye with pure lust. I slid my hand up further and rubbed the inside of her thigh, close to her panties. It was so hot down there. I touched her panties. Very wet!

She spread her legs and I rubbed around her soaked panty-clad cunt. My grandmother tried to engage her in conversation and she was doing her best, but Heather was also suffering under my ministrations. At this point April came back to the table and sat in the booth on the other side of my wife. 

I soon felt April’s hand join mine under the table, and we both started rubbing Heather’s wet slit through her panties. This was too much for me to take! I came in my jeans right there. Luckily, I can come quietly, and I don’t think I made any funny faces. 

Heather then leaned over to me, and told me to fake sick, she needed to get out of here. I did as she requested and stood up, then kind of stumbled and “fell”. April and Heather rushed to help me get up and I announced that I was drunk and needed to get home. My dad offered to drive, but we politely refused saying we were too far out of his way and that a cab would be a good thing to puke in etc.

I got outside and realised that April was still under my one arm. Heather joined us outside and the three of us hopped in a cab and headed to our house. It was obvious that we wanted to fuck each other and the cabbie wore a smirk as he watched my wife and I rub April’s tits through her shirt. 

We got to our home, paid the cabbie and went inside. Once inside, I told the ladies to sit down while I fixed us a drink. When I came out from the kitchen, the two of them were sitting on the sofa groping and kissing each other passionately. I settled into the armchair to watch.

I used the remote to turn on the radio and watched as April stripped my wife of her blouse, peeled off her skirt and removed her shoes. She then helped my wife out of her bra and panties. My wife’s tits flopped into view and April immediately went to work sucking on her funbags. I watched, mesmerised as this sexy woman seduced my wife on our sofa.

The Jack by AC/DC came on the radio and April stood up and told us she often danced to this song. April then came over to me and started removing her clothes in a slow striptease. She leaned over and whispered that she got horny when she saw Heather and I at the bar, remembering our wanton lust when she stripped for us at the club. “But there are rules that prevent touching there. I assume you don’t have any of those kind of rules here.”

“No, no rules at all.”

“Good, then go sit over there by your sexy wife, and let me give you the lapdance you deserve.”

I joined my wife on the sofa and started caressing her right tit. Meanwhile, April started undressing me. When she removed my pants and saw my sticky underwear she smirked briefly, then removed them. She held them up to her face, sniffing my come. Then she threw them aside. 

Standing up, April removed her top, slid down her jeans and held out one foot at a time to each of us to get her shoes off her feet. The top came off next and her glorious tits sprung free – no bra. The panties were slowly peeled off as she did a little peep show and played hide and seek with her hands. I looked over at Heather and saw her eyes again riveted to April’s bald pussy. 

I watched as April slid one finger into her cunt, her hips writhing and bucking in time with the music. She removed the finger and said that this is what she really wants to do at the club. She brought her wet digit to my wife’s nose, and I watched while my wife sniffed it, then licked it clean. Then it was my turn. April’s pussy had a musky odour to it and tasted pretty good.

April slowly danced for us, teasing us, touching us. We touched each other. We touched her. At one point April lowered herself onto my erect cock and started riding me while Heather licked her bouncing titties. Again this was too much and I came deep inside April’s pussy.

April climbed off of my cock and started licking it clean, her ass high up in the air. My wife moved behind her and started licking my come from her dripping slit. It was amazing to watch and my cock got hard, partly from the erotic site, and partly because April was giving my cock light licks and sticking her tongue in the piss slit.

I traded places with my wife and dove for April’s muff, while April leaned over and started eating my wife’s cunt. Heather came massively several times on April’s talented tongue. I was enjoying licking her hot twat, but wanted more. I was ready to fuck again so I stood up and had Heather turn over. I fucked her missionary style while April sat on her face. We all had a good come again and fell asleep. 

In the morning we awoke and April was gone, but she left a couple VIP passes to her club on the kitchen table with a note that told us to come to the club any time near closing, and she would make sure to share a cab home with us.