Chapter 3: Bimbofied Wife’s Naughty Lap Dance

Note: Thanks to Pat for beta reading this!

Bill Crest

I hopped into the back of my pickup truck with my two bimbo wives.

I had reclaimed two of my ex-wives thanks to this app. Jennifer was my first ex. My high school sweetheart who turned into a cheating whore. She was sitting next to me on the bench seat in my truck, her blonde hair swaying around her face and her big, fake tits bouncing up and down.

“Strippy club!” she cheered.

“Yay, yay!” squealed Patti. She was my second wife and the one I was married to the longest. She had dumped me for this guy she worked with named Shaun, hoping he’d give her kids.

But Shaun was a loser who had just sat on his recliner minutes ago and watched as I fucked his wife like a whore. He stood dejectedly in the doorway of his house as I drove off with both his wife and his credit card. I’d used it to buy me the 10 Bimbo Crystals I needed to get my third ex-wife back.

Courtney was the rebound wife. After Patti devastated me by slapping divorce papers on me when I thought things were going great, I started hitting the strip clubs to drown my sorrow. I met Courtney, or Candy as she was known, and married her.

It didn’t last long before I realized she was a nineteen-year-old party girl who drove me nuts.

But she was mine. I had married her. I would get her back and make her into a bimbo wife. The magic of the app was incredible. I could level my bimbos up, and they could take several different “classes” like a video game.

And one of them was my Ex-Wife Bimbo. A special one that they could take being my ex-wives. It made them faithful once more. They would never cheat on me. They would be my sex-hungry sluts and do whatever I want.

They were finally the perfect wives.

They even regained their wedding rings. Just by magic. It was awesome. Almost worth losing my baby girl to that fucking degenerate loser Eric, the kid who showed me the bimbo app. He’d turned Barbie, my daughter with Jennifer, into a whore.

No changing that. The girl was heading down the same path as her mother.

“Strippy club!” Jennifer squealed. She’d probably danced at a few of them since I caught her in bed with another man getting banged while our infant daughter was in her nursery. I knew my child-support payments paid for those big boobs of hers. Probably showed up for amateur night or something. “Wooty woot!”

“Yay! Yay!” squealed Patti, her brown hair swaying around her face. She had naturally big breasts. Soft and bouncing. They both were naked. I liked that.

I drove us through our town and soon reached the Lucky Bunny Gentleman’s Club where I had met Courtney and where she should be working tonight. As I pulled into the parking lot of the strip club, my two bimbo-wives were kissing. Just making out with such passion.

They used to hate each other. When I married Patti, Jennifer was so pissed off because I’d replaced her while Patti loathed the previous woman who had cheated on me. For a while, Patti and I had been so united.

God, I loved how the app made them so close.

I climbed out of my pickup truck and headed around to their side. I opened the door and cleared my throat. They kept kissing, their lips smacking together, hands roaming over each other’s bodies. It was a sexy sight.

“Hey, sluts,” I said, my dick so hard. Why was watching two women lez out so hot? “Come on. We’re here. Stop tonsil jockeying and let’s go!”

They broke the kiss and squealed. Patti and Jennifer piled out of the car and grabbed my arms. They snuggled up to me, their naked breasts rubbing on my forearms. My dick ached in my jeans, throbbing at full girth.

I grinned as I led them across the parking lot to the club. It had a neon bunny glowing above the entrance flanked by two bent-over women, their asses shaking. The bouncer lucked up and frowned at us. He shook his head.

“The fuck, man?” the beefy guy said with biker tattoos on his arms and a durag tied over his head. He had a thick, handlebar mustache. “You can’t take naked women in here.”

“It’s a strip club,” I pointed up.

“Yeah, our women strip. Not yours.” His eyes flicked over their bodies. “Get them dressed, man. Shit.”

What to do with them?

I had to make sure they didn’t wander off. They were such airheads. I led them back to the truck. I didn’t have any clothes for them with me. I left their places taking nothing with me. They didn’t need any of that shit.

Well, maybe I should have. Too late now. Once they were back at my place, all they had to wear were aprons.

I opened the cab to my truck and said, “Hop inside and sixty-nine with each other.”

“Wooty yay!” Jennifer gasped and scrambled up inside.

“Sixty-niney?” A puzzled look crossed Patti. “How do you sixty with a nine?”

“Eat her pussy while she eats yours,” I said. I couldn’t believe Patti didn’t know that phrase. Jennifer sure did. “You’ll figure it out you like eating pussy, and so does she!”

“I do lovey eating pussy and cunny cunt and twaty snatches!” Patti scrambled up. I smacked her ass before I closed the door. And locked them. That wouldn’t really keep them in, but at least it would keep others out.

I heard them moaning, so I headed back to the strip club. The bouncer shook his head like he couldn’t believe I had two naked sluts already and was still heading inside. I just didn’t care as I entered the strip club.

“She’s as sweet as she is bad for you,” the DJ said in that fake sort of tone. “Let’s give it up for Caaaandy!”

Just in time for the ex to dance.

I paid my cover charge, basically pre-paying for two overpriced beers. I headed inside were a bunch of men were crowding the stage as Candy was prancing around as a ... candy stripper, of course. She had the cute, little girl thing down as the nineteen-year-old pranced around on stage with her red hair in pigtails.

That innocent face combined with the whorish way she moved was so alluring. My dick swelled hard as I remembered why I had been so captivated by her. She had just stolen my heart with the way she pranced around back then.

Now she did it again.

I took a seat at the table. It was damned crowded for a weekday night. I sipped at my first beer as Candy slowly stripped off her outfit until she was down to her red-and-white striped stockings. Her pigtails flew as she spun on the pole. Her round boobs bounced as she moved. She already had dollar bills stuffed in the top of her g-string, and more were landing on stage.

I had my beer finished when she finished her dancing and twirling. The music stopped and she bowed to the cheering guys. She collected more of their money, her discarded outfit, and the bills on stage before she vanished backstage.

“Let’s give a big welcome to the insatiable Mrs. Waters!” the DJ announced. “The MILF is back for her second night!”

Mrs. Waters?

The crowd went nuts. They hollered for her like I had never seen before as a busty brunette strutted out wearing only a trench coat. She moved with grace, a wedding ring flashing on her finger. God, did her husband have any idea she was here?

She ripped open her trench coat to reveal a red corset, matching pair of panties, and dark stockings. Her boobs were already exposed, bouncing in the corset that lifted them. She danced on stage. It was so amateurish, but the men showered her in cash.

Just looking at her, I wanted to buy a lap dance from her. A filthy lap dance. I knew for $75, she would blow me while giving me a lap dance. For $150, I could fuck her pussy, and for $225, I could fuck her asshole. Plus I had to pay the club’s charge of $20 for a lap dance.

I wanted it so badly. I ached for her to finish.

She shook her ass.

She strutted around, playing with her panties.

I groaned when those came off. She wasn’t even shaved. She had a thick bush, but that just made her feel like an even more authentic MILF wife. She was someone’s loving woman, and here she was shaking her stuff for the boys.

Damn, poor sucker.

That wouldn’t ever be me.

Nope.

I was staring at her so much, that I hardly noticed Courtney gasping in shock at the sight of me. She stood on the edge of my vision in a pink nightie and matching stockings. She was looking for guys to buy a lap dance from her. She marched over to me as I struggled to pull my attention from Mrs. Waters.

“You’re not supposed to be here, Bill!” Courtney hissed as she stopped before my table. “I dumped your lame-o ass.”

“Yeah,” I grunted, watching Mrs. Waters prancing around the stage to the cheering man. “Damn.”

“Ugh,” Courtney fumed and stepped between me and the dancing MILF. “And that bitch is back. She got all the lap dances last night. Every last one of them.” A smile flashed on Courtney’s face. “Want one for old-time sake?”

With Mrs. Waters not filling my vision, I could think again. I shifted, my dick so hard. I remembered why I am here. “I’m not paying with you.”

“Cheapskate!” she huffed. “Then why are you here.”

I pulled my phone out and aimed it at her.

“You’re not allowed to film or take pictures of us, asshole,” she said. “Bill Crest, you fucking lame-o ass loser, get the fuck lost. I’m gonna have the bouncer take you out back and kick your—”

I bimbofied her.

The anger on Courtney’s face melted away into happy joy. She squealed, “Bill! My hubby dubby hungy Bill!”

She darted around the small cocktail table and threw herself on me. She straddled me, kissing me with passion. I groaned as her mouth melted on mine. Her tongue thrust into my mouth and swirled around with mine. She bounced on my lap, grinding on me.

I kissed her as I slid my hands beneath her nightie and squeezed her ass. I kneaded her rump, her butt-cheeks feeling so delicious in my grip. She moaned into my kiss, her lips so soft on mine. I loved how great she felt against me.

My dick throbbed as she squirmed on me. I made out with my bimbofied ex-wife. She kissed me with the same passion she used to. She was so wild. I loved how she ground her cunt on me. She wiggled her hips back and forth.

It was perfect.

She broke the kiss, her eyes wild with delight. “Ooh, ooh, ooh, my hungy Bill is back. Yay!”

“Hung, huh?” I grinned. All my ex-wives sang the praise of my big dick. “You know I have the biggest dick you’ve ever fucked?”

“The biggest and thickiest and longiest and makes-me-cummiest dick in the whole widey bird.” She smiled at me. “But you were no funny. Always working and not wanting to go clubbing and dancing. But now, you’re so sexy and hottie and I wanna fuckey you right now!”

“Yes, you do,” I groaned before she kissed me again.

Her lips melted on mine. She kissed me with such passion. She drove me wild with her tongue. She ground on me as Mrs. Waters finished up her show. I gripped my ex-wife’s ass. My bimbo-stripper bounced on my lap and ground against my hardon.

Her hands slid down to my chest, feeling my muscles from working construction. She slid down my muscles to reach my jeans. She undid my jeans and reached inside to find my cock right here in the middle of the club.

This was bad. She couldn’t do this here, but...

All the men were heading over for the stage door exit. I really wanted to join them and get a lap dance from Mrs. Waters. She burst out naked a few minutes later and the men swarmed her. They pulled her down.

She was impaled on one guy’s cock while another slammed into her ass. A third rammed his cock into her mouth. They were just fucking her so hard here, buying lap dances. It made perfect sense. Shame I was broke and...

What the fuck was I thinking? I had a bimbo-slut right here, but ... I needed my dick sucked.

I broke the kiss with Courtney and moaned, “Get that slut-mouth down on my dick right now!”

“Ooh, sucky cocks is what I love!” she purred and slid off my lap and beneath the table. She stroked my cock. “Sucky sucky cocks, all day long! Sucky sucky cocks while I sing this song!”

She engulfed my cock, still moaning. Still singing around my dick as she bobbed her head. She worked her mouth up and down my dick. She suckled on me hard and fast. I groaned at the humming pleasure from her singing.

I watched Mrs. Waters through the men. She was riding one cock and getting hammered in the ass. She suckled on the third dick in her mouth. She was just a wild slut. I loved this sight while my bimbo-stripper blew me.

The pressure grew in my nuts. I had to cum hard in her mouth. I loved the way she nursed on me. She had such skill. Her plump lips worked up and down my dick. My cock throbbed in her mouth as she pleasured me.

“Fuck,” I groaned, “Oh, fuck, that’s good.”

The other men crowded around Mrs. Waters as a new stripper took the stage. She hardly had an audience at all. Just some men who were waiting for their turn with the MILF. They tossed the dancer some money.

I loved what Courtney was doing down there. She suckled on me with passion. She worked her mouth up and down my dick, sucking for all she was worth. She knew how to love a dick. It was a fantastic thrill to have her nursing on me like that. I loved it so much.

The pressure in my nuts grew and grew. I hurtled toward that big burst of pleasure. I would have a mighty burst of cum. I couldn’t wait for it to erupt out of my dick. I loved this rapture so much. I rose toward my explosion.

“Come on, you slut,” I growled as Courtney bobbed her head. She worked her mouth up and down my dick. She suckled on me with all that passion. She loved my cock with such passion. “That’s so good. You are going to make me cum hard!”

She moaned around my dick. She suckled with such passion on my cock. She was such a wicked slut. I loved how she nursed on me with all her might. My ex-wife bimbo-stripper moaned. I closed my eyes, groaning as she brought me closer and closer to cumming.

Closer and closer to flooding that mouth with my cum. Mrs. Waters was working her hips up and down that cock. She suckled with such passion. God, she was such a whore. I gripped both of my bimbo-stripper’s pigtails.

I held onto them like lifelines.

She bobbed her head up and down my cock as I gripped her pigtails. I started using them, pulling down to slide her mouth down my dick. I yanked up them to slide her hot lips up my shaft. She suckled the entire way, moaning.

I pulled down harder, my cock hitting the back of the throat. I kept pulling. She didn’t resist.

She deep-throated my cock.

“Yes,” I groaned as my bimbo-stripper ex-wife swallowed my cock. More and more of my dick slid into her gullet. “Fuck, you’re such a cock-sucking slut, Courtney!”

She squealed around my dick, massaging the crown with her moans. The pleasure swept through me. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back in my head as I pulled her down and down until she took every inch of my dick.

Her lips kissed into my bush. I loved how amazing it was having all my cock buried down her throat. She moaned and gurgled. I smiled as I pulled up with her pigtails. Her lips sealed about my cock as she suckled hard.

My nuts twitched, the pressure growing in them.

“Fuck,” I breathed as I pulled her up and up, my nuts twitching. My cock popped out of her gullet. Her tongue swept around the crown of my dick. “Shit, yes!”

I erupted.

I flooded her mouth with my spunk. The jizz splashed against the back of her throat. It was exciting. I erupted again and again. I flooded her mouth with my spunk. I savored the pleasure rushing through me. Stars burst across my vision.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Oh, fuck, that’s so good. Shit, that’s amazing!”

She gulped down my cum. My bimbo-stripper swallowed all my jizz as I watched Mrs. Waters squealing. She was cumming, too. The cock in her mouth pulled out, spraying across her face. He painted her in ropy lines of cum.

I shuddered, the pleasure rushing through me. My nuts emptied themselves into my ex-wife’s mouth. The barely legal slut gulped down my jizz. I shuddered, my cock twitching in her mouth. She nursed out the last of my cum.

“Fuck, that was great,” I groaned, the need to go buy a lap dance from Mrs. Waters growing. The guy in her asshole pulled out. She rose off the other guy, all three of her holes free. Cum matted her dark bush. “Fuck, I need to...” I shook my head. I had Courtney. I could fuck her for free.”

“Bend that ass over the table, slut,” I growled. “I want you to give me a lap dance with that juicy cunt wrapped around my dick!”

She popped her mouth off my dick, drool and cum spilling down her chin. “Yippee yay!” She popped up, her pigtails swaying around her face. Her round tits bounced beneath her purple nightie. “I wanny your dick in my cunny oh so muchy!”

Damn, she really had Barbie’s perkiness.

Courtney bent over the table, wiggling her tight rump at me. She had a great ass. Her thong vanished between her butt-crack and re-emerged to hide her pussy. The thin cloth molded to her tight slit, outlining her cunt perfectly.

I hooked her thong and ripped it down, my dick thrusting out before me. I pressed my shaft into her cuntlips. She moaned as I did that. She threw a look over her shoulder and grinned at me. I smiled and thrust to the hilt in her cunt.

“Fucky, yes!” she moaned as my dick rammed to the hilt in her snatch. This was the best type of lap dance. “Ooh, ooh, that’s just perfect like having a big dickie in my pussy! That’s how perfect having your big dick in me is!”

“You really don’t understand metaphors,” I groaned, her hot pussy around my dick.

“Whats a metty and what’s it for?” she moaned, her hips wiggling, stirring her cunt around my dick.

“Doesn’t matter,” I groaned and drew back my rod.

Her hot cunt squeezed down on my shaft. She held me tight with that hot and tight cunt of hers. I groaned, loving that delight. I fucked into her cunt with hard strokes. I buried to the hilt in her snatch. I loved how great she felt wrapped around my dick. Just so amazing. I fucked into her pussy with hard strokes. I plowed deep and hard into her snatch.

She gripped my dick with her hot pussy. She held me tight as I fucked away at her cunt. Pounded her snatch with hard strokes. I buried into her snatch again and again. She held me tight with that hot twat, moaning.

“I gotta biggie dickie in my pussy!” she sang out as the table she was bent over rocked. “Ooh, ooh, I gotta biggie dickie in my pussy! Yay!”

“Yes, you fucking do, slut,” I growled. “Best cock you ever had!”

“Such the bestiest best!” she moaned.

I grabbed her red pigtails. I gripped her silky handlebars and fucked her cunt hard. I buried to the hilt in her cunt again and again. I slammed deep and hard into her pussy, reveling in how great she felt wrapped around my dick.

I hammered her cunt hard and fast. I loved how she gripped me. I savored her pussy wrapped around my dick. It was a fantastic thrill to fuck her hard. I pounded her with my shaft, her hot cunt massaging my dick.

I glanced over at Mrs. Waters. She was bouncing on one dick while sucking two guys off at the same time. She went back and forth, cum from the last man dripping down her face and splashing on her boobs. They heaved, big and natural tits.

“Damn,” I groaned, gripping my bimbo-stripper’s pigtails. I fucked her hard. I pounded her cunt with hard strokes. I rammed to the hilt in her cunt, fucking that tight snatch hard and fast. “You’re going to cum on my dick, slut!”

“Cummies so hard!” she moaned. “Bill! Bill! I lovey your dick so much! And your cock! Your rod! Your biggie prick that fucks me so hardy! I lovey dovey you so much! Ooh, ooh, that’s so goody great!” “Shouldn’t have dumped my lame ass,” I groaned.

“You gotta hot ass that’s all strong with steely buns of steel!” She clamped her cunt down hard on my dick. “Lovey your ass and your muscles and your dick! I love your big dickie in my pussy! I lovey cummies on it so much!”

I slammed hard into her cunt, pumping away at her, loving those words. The pressure at the tip of my dick built and built as I fucked her snatch. I buried to the hilt in her pussy. I fucked her hard and fast. I slammed into her with passion.

I buried to the hilt in her with everything that I had. I savored her tight twat. I rammed to the hilt in her cunt, loving that hot pussy around me. I fucked her in the middle of the strip club like a champ. I pounded my ex-wife’s young cunt.

“Fuckedy fuck fuck fuck!” squealed my bimbo-stripper as I fucked her hard. I pounded her with everything that I had. “Yippee skippee dippy!”