Chapter 26

I backed out of our parking space and headed up Highway 395 toward the freeway. As we passed the turn toward our house, Michelle asked me, “Hey, I thought we were headed home. Where are we going?”

“Home a little later. I have something else in mind first.” She looked at me quizzically until we got to the freeway and turned toward Umatilla.

“Are we? You’re taking us to the Honey Bunz?”

I didn’t answer her, but instead looked at Trisha in the mirror, “Is that okay with you? I thought it might be fun with a couple lovely companions.”

I couldn’t see Trisha in the mirror to see her facial expression, but she told me, “It sounds like fun. I’ve never been there but always wondered what it was like.”

“Cool, I guess you know that Michelle was there once a few weeks ago.”

Michelle spoke, “I hope you know I’m not getting on the stage again. Once in a lifetime was enough for me!”

“But I thought you had fun?” I asked her.

“I did, I loved it, but I don’t think I could do it again.”

“Well anyway, this time, I was planning on us just being spectators, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

That seemed to satisfy her that I didn’t have any ulterior motives. Not to say I wasn’t kind of hoping that things might turn out a bit different though! I looked in the mirror, back at Trisha and asked her, “How about you Trisha, you know so much about us, but we don’t know much about you. Can you tell us a little about yourself? Ever married, kids, what led you to the Black Angus?

“Well, let’s see, yes I was married. Married my high school sweetheart when I was eighteen, we have two kids, a girl eleven and a boy fourteen. My loving husband decided he liked a younger girl he met at a party and I divorced him three years ago.”

“Wow, that must have been pretty rough, are you okay now?” Michelle asked.

“It took me quite a while, but I’m over him now. Funny thing is, now that I’ve met you guys I realized maybe I could have lived with him having a girlfriend except he was sneaking around and lying to me about her.”

“That’s too bad,” Michelle said, “Is he with her now? What about the kids, where are they?”

“They moved in together shortly after our divorce. They never married and I don’t know if they will. The kids are with me during the week and he picks them up Saturday before I go to work and brings them home Sunday evening. We close at nine on Sundays so I’m not so late getting home.”

“What are their name?” I asked.

“Petra, after my mom and Jonathan because we liked the name.”

“Those are pretty names, especially Petra,” Michelle told her.

We sat silently for a few minutes while I drove until Trisha said, “All my good friends call me Trish. You can call me that if you want.”

Michelle and I spoke almost exactly in unison, “Thank you, I will.”

A few minutes later, Trish asked Michelle, “May I ask, how exactly did you come to be wearing,” A slight pause, “You know, a transparent blouse with nothing under it?”

Michelle giggled, “Well, it’s kind of a long story. But to condense it a little, I’d bought some things to wear on a trip with Shaun, kind of sexy things. I thought I’d buy something special for my husband, just for the house. Then in a moment of madness I told him I’d wear it out with him one time not thinking that he’d really make me do it, but here we are.”

I chucked at that, she hadn’t ever told me that. “You honestly didn’t think I would?”

“No! I wouldn’t have offered if I’d thought so.”

“But didn’t it make you feel special and sexy with all those guys drooling over you tonight?”

“Mmhmm, but it was embarrassing too.”

I chuckled, I loved her being exposed and embarrassed, didn’t feel sorry for her in the least! “Well I hope you’re up to a little more sexy and embarrassed, cuz no sweater this time. You go in just as you are.”

We were crossing the bridge over the Columbia River and the exit is right after the bridge. I turned on my blinker and turned right onto Hwy 730 into Umatilla. The whole City is only half a mile long and the club is about a quarter mile from the exit.

I actually do believe in trying to be a gentleman, opening doors for the ladies and other little bits of chivalry. After I parked, I hurried around to the other side of the car to open Michelle’s and Trisha’s doors for them. Maybe I had a tiny ulterior motive, watching those luscious ladies sliding out of the car. I hadn’t seen what Trisha had changed into until then. She had a pretty, soft looking light blue blouse and a wrap around skirt coming just above her knees, tied on the side with a single ribbon. I wasn’t thinking about what it might be like later pulling that little bow knot, honest!

I followed the ladies into the club, admiring their hips swaying. I thought there would be no possibility that any girl inside could give a better show than I was getting right then. I paid my cover charge to the security man right inside the door as he was commenting on the attractive ladies I was with. I still thought it was blatant sexism that I have to pay a cover charge and the girls don’t. Who could imagine – a strip club being sexist!

We found a seat at a table at the edge of the stage. For some reason there was a relatively small crowd, leaving several empty tables next to the stage. I’d described the club in my earlier story, “Michelle’s Continuing Affair Ch 9,” but for those who haven’t read that, the stage was only about a foot high, round with a narrow walkway to the dressing rooms and the pole off to one side, with seating all the way around. It’s very intimate, the dancers very close to the audience and nice soft, flickering lighting. For a small town, it’s a very surprisingly upscale establishment. Maybe because it’s the only one in Eastern Oregon or Washington.

As soon as we sat down, one of the serving girls asked us if we’d like anything to drink. I had to drive home so just ordered a diet coke but thought, what the heck, why not get my two ladies something a bit stronger so asked for two Singapore Slings. I’d remembered having some of those in Kodiak on our first anniversary night. It’s sweet, fruity and plenty of alcohol that you can barely taste, just what I wanted to help loosen the inhibitions of the two lovely ladies with me. Devious, mean, conniving, underhanded; Yep, that’s me!

We sat drinking our drinks as a couple dancers gyrated out of their clothes. I know I was getting hornier by the minute with the bulge in my pants becoming rather obvious. I was actually kind of biding my time, hoping that something might happen with one or both of the ladies sitting next to me who were also squirming in their seats, skirts slipping higher exposing plenty of leg and thigh. Michelle’s nipples were pointed and alert, showing that she was obviously turned on as well.

One of the girls serving drinks, wearing a little bra and tight, micro-shorts (I guess that’s what you’d call them) stopped at our little group. She said her name was Rebecca, Becca for short, asked if we’d like a little personal dance. Michelle turned a little red in the face and declined but Trisha said it sounded like fun.

Becca sat her serving tray down on our table and I handed her two twenty dollar bills. She put them on her tray and stepped over in front of Trisha, closed her eyes and started rubbing her hands over her body. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra and let it fall away but held an arm in front of her breasts. When she let her arm fall away, she leaned forward so one of her nipples was right in front of Trisha’s mouth. Trisha licked her lips and put her hands around Becca’s waist trying to pull her closer.

Becca kept leaning forward until her nipple was brushing against Trisha’s lips. As soon as Trisha opened her mouth and started to suck a nipple in, Becca backed away and whispered, “Naughty, naughty!” She slipped her hands under her shorts and started to slip them down revealing a tiny little thong. When the shorts dropped to the floor, she spread her legs apart and sat down on Trisha’s lap.

While this was happening, another girl came out on the stage. The announcer introduced her as Nicole. Michelle poked me in the ribs (I was kinda pre-occupied watching Trisha and Becca) and whispered in my ear, “She’s the one who helped me out that night I was here. She’s nice.” I did notice that she was very pretty and sexy too!

I glanced away from Trisha for a moment and watched Nicole revolving around the pole with her little nurse’s costume. I could watch only for a moment though as Trisha’s mouth was at that moment wrapping around Becca’s nipple and her hands were caressing Becca’s butt. That was hard to look away from!

Finally, Becca did move away from Trisha but leaned down and kissed her on the lips and whispered something in her ear. I couldn’t hear, but when Becca left, Trisha was shaking and whispered to me, “I’m horny!”

“So am I! What did she say to you?”

“She asked if I could stay after closing.”

I looked at her inquisitively, “Do you want to do that?”

“I’d love to, but I think we might have enough fun on our own. Maybe another time I might though.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nicole’s dress fall to the floor with nothing but a tiny thong on underneath it. I started watching her as she danced toward us. She stopped right in front of us, actually in front of Michelle to be precise. She stood there putting her hands out to Michelle, asking my wife to join her on the stage. Michelle’s face turned red and she shook her head no but Nicole was a little more insistent. She reached down and took hold of Michelle’s hands and pulled slightly. I whispered in Michelle’s ear, “Come on babe, you know you really want to, go ahead, you’ll love it.” I was hoping the Singapore Sling had done its work. I knew Michelle was horny already and really wanted to see her up on that stage again.

Finally, with Nicole gently pulling her hands and my urging, Michelle started to get to her feet. As she started to step up on the stage, the announcer said, “And now ladies and gentlemen, a special unexpected treat, once again the lovely Amber!”

I leaned over and whispered to Trisha, “When she was here before, she went by the name Amber.”

Encouraged by Nicole, Michelle turned toward our side of the stage and started slowly dancing. Nicole moved up behind her and started nibbling gently on my wife’s neck and rubbed her hands up and down over her hips, moving up to cup Michelle’s breasts in her hands. Michelle’s eyes were closed and her face took on that hazy, lusty look while Nicole nuzzled on her neck and her ear until she finally turned her head and allowed Nicole to kiss her open mouthed on the lips while they both gently swayed to the music together.

I was hardly believing what I was seeing! To my knowledge, Michelle hadn’t ever done anything with another woman more than a non-sexual kiss on the cheeks and here she was, engaged in a passionate kiss with a stripper on a stage in front of thousands of people (well, almost).

Nicole’s hands moved from cupping Michelle’s breasts to the buttons of her blouse, undoing one after the other until her blouse swung completely open. After it was undone, Nicole backed up slightly, just enough to allow her to skim Michelle’s blouse down and to the floor, leaving her completely nude above the waist.

My wife had seemed to turn to a puddle of lust in Nicole’s arms, letting Nicole turn her around and take her face in her hands to kiss. This was a sight I thought I’d never see! Even with all Michelle had opened her sexuality in the last year, seeing her kissing another woman like this was totally unexpected. When I asked for the Singapore Sling, I’d hoped that Michelle would do another strip tease, but I certainly hadn’t expected her to be doing it with another girl!

As I sat watching her, my mouth agape, two things happened simultaneously that nearly caused me to lose my control: Nicole bent down and took one of Michelle’s nipples in her mouth causing Michelle to arch her back and groan; and Trisha sitting next to me wrapped her hand around my rock hard cock over my pants.

I glanced over at her and she leaned to me and met my lips with hers enfolding her other hand around my neck, pulling me into her as our lips and tongues met. I could taste the sweet alcohol on her lips as she tried to consume my soul through her mouth.

With my mind distracted from the unbelievable scene playing itself out on the stage right in front of us, I rested my hand on Trisha’s knee and slowly inched my finger under her skirt up her soft, smooth thigh, feeling the heat of her body, noticing her opening her knees to allow me to explore and feel her very damp, silken panties.

As I toyed with Trisha’s panties, not quite having the bravery to reach my fingers under them, I couldn’t help but pay attention to Michelle on the stage right in front of us. Nicole was reaching behind Michelle’s waist and slowly lowering the zipper of her skirt at the same time as they were kissing. When she finally had it unzipped, she pushed it down off her hips letting it fall to the floor, followed only a moment later with her panties.

My beautiful wife was now wearing nothing except those black, semi-transparent lacy stockings and her high heels. Her bare, waxed pussy was once again fully on display in front of a crowd of people. I guess the money for that Singapore Sling was definitely a wise investment!

My Michelle was on stage grinding her bare pussy into Nicole’s panties. Over the music, I heard Michelle say to Nicole, “This isn’t fair!” She pushed her hands under Nicole’s panties and pushed them to the floor as well. Now both girls were writhing together naked, caressing each other with hands and grinding their hips together as they kissed. The music was sexy, the lighting was sexy, the girls were sexy, everything about this display was sexy!

Michelle’s hands were around Nicole’s neck and Nicole’s hands were pulling Michelle’s hips into hers when the music finally ended. I could tell from Michelle’s face how close she was to coming, frustrated as Nicole pulled away from her. They both picked up their clothes and strolled back to the dressing area, arms wrapped around each other’s waist.

When my wife and Nicole were finally out of sight, I was able to take a breath, totally shellshocked! Michelle hadn’t ever indicated even the slightest sexual interest in another woman and I had had difficulty processing what I’d just witnessed. I was also horny! I guess that’s kind of an understatement.

I looked at Trisha sitting beside me, my hand still under her skirt, although it had been several minutes since I’d even realized it. I pulled my hand out and pulled Trisha to me, kissing her passionately and groped one of her breasts through her blouse. That’s how Michelle found us when she came back onto the floor. She tapped me on my shoulder and asked, “Are you two lovebirds about finished? We need to get out of here and go home!”

I couldn’t agree more. We needed to get someplace private, preferably our house where the three of us could satisfy some of those urges that were erupting to the boiling point. When we left I dropped a couple twenty dollar bills on the table for Becca, along with my cell number, just in case. As we left, the man at the front door told Michelle, “Come back anytime sweetheart, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to this club!”

I got in the front seat and the two women in the back. Before we were out of the parking lot, I heard kissing and moaning noises coming from the back seat.

It’s a thirty minute drive to our house, maybe the longest thirty minutes ever listening to the back seat and not being able to do a thing about it! It was dark and I couldn’t see except occasionally when a car passed us on the freeway with its headlights lighting up the interior. In those brief moments I saw that both blouses were off and the ladies were taking turns sucking on breasts, tongues and various other parts of anatomies. When the headlight passed and I couldn’t see any more I felt tortured by the moaning and other noises. Never once did I think that I could have turned on the damn dome light! Dumb, dumb, dumb!

When we arrived at our house, I pulled into the garage and we all piled out eager to satisfy our lust in a more comfortable setting. Both girls stripped out of their skirts and Trisha out of her panties. Michelle left her crotchless panties on, I guess thinking how sexy it would be making love with them on. I guess I kind of agreed with her thinking!

It’s a little hard to explain how I was feeling. I intended to make love with Trisha. The word vindictive toward Michelle definitely isn’t the right word, but she’d never actually seen me make love with another girl like I had watched her with her Alec, Mike and Shaun. I wanted her to feel that bittersweet jealousy, to want me as badly as I’d wanted her on those times. I loved Michelle and enjoyed every second of those encounters, but I also knew that watching is a torture in itself and I wanted Michelle to experience that sweet torture!

Did all of that go through my mind in detail as I was about to fuck Trisha? No, but I definitely glimpsed it and knew that’s what I wanted, besides the fact that I definitely wanted Trisha, badly!

We were beyond any foreplay. I needed to be inside her and her panties were totally soaked with her own desire! When she’d removed her panties, she climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees and I plunged myself into her. I won’t say that I wasn’t conscious of Michelle watching with shock on her face. Once my cock was embedded deep inside Trisha, I paused just a moment letting her get used to me and enjoying that exquisite feeling of her pussy wrapped around my cock.

Trisha took that moment and pulled Michelle down in front of her, burying her face into Michelle’s pussy. I watched as Michelle pushed her hips up into Trisha, pulling at her hair. Then I started to pump in and out of Trisha causing her to start gasping and losing her ability to continue eating my wife’s pussyu. Neither Trisha or I could last longer than a few moments. She started coming, her body tensing and shaking around me, causing me to completely lose my grasp and unload deep inside her.

When Trisha collapsed, she managed to scoot herself up a little on Michelle’s body so that their lips could come together in a kiss, with me on top of the two of them. The only one who hadn’t been sated was Michelle. Her experience with Trisha’s tongue inside her vagina was too brief for her to have come.

I rolled off of Trisha on one side and Trisha rolled off Michelle on the other side. I cupped Michelle’s face in my hands and kissed her, enjoying her soft lips on mine. At the same time Trisha was sucking on one of my wife’s nipples. Michelle was between us groaning and bucking her hips, desperate for me to make love with her.

I had what I thought was an absolute brainstorm. I rolled off the bed, found Michelle’s purse and dug her cell phone out of it. I returned to Michelle’s side and suggested to her, “I think you should call Shaun and see if he’d like to come over.” I wanted to see her and Shaun together once again with Michelle in this ultra-horny mood.

“Ohh, it’s the middle of the night. He’s sleeping,” she growled at me.

“Do you think he wouldn’t be interested? My guess is that he’ll be here in a flash.”

“Hand me the damn phone then!”

I gave her the phone and with her shaking hands she found Shaun’s number. Michelle waited for a little bit until she said into the phone, “Hi, can you come over? I need you.”

“No, I’m fine, I just need you. I’m horny!”

With that, she pressed the little red disconnect button and handed the phone back to me. “He’s on his way.”

I chuckled, “I thought he might.”

I mentioned that I had to go to the bathroom and suggested to Trisha, “Why don’t you play with her a little while till Shaun gets here.” Then I added, “But don’t let her come.”

Trisha grinned at me. I think she knew what I was planning, “Mmm, fun! I’ll be glad to.”

I hurried off to the bathroom before disaster struck, but couldn’t help but watch just a little as Trisha continued to nibble on a nipple and rub her fingers over Michelle’s bare pussy lips.