Chapter 2

After about 6 months, things were cooling down. I was getting aggravated with her constant need to flirt and expose herself to strangers, but that was the deal, that was who she was. And she was getting bored with me too. She even said so when she was angry, and although she took it back later I knew it was true. She liked the safety and comfort she had with me, but she missed the thrill of those sexual escapades. Of going to bed with strangers.

She’d had boyfriends before. None of them had lasted a year; and I knew the odds were against me too. She longed for that dangerous, anonymous sex again.

Some part of me knew I should let the affair end, escape while I could. I was too young for her, she was on a different wavelength than I was. I was a naïve country kid. The idea of making her pregnant frightened me now.

One night as I watched her dancing for some slick looking older guy, I had an epiphany.

She wanted to fuck him; that was pretty normal for her. But she wouldn’t, and I’d take her home frustrated. Soon she’d dump me so she could go back to satisfying her dark urges; unless I let her do it. And if it caused our affair to end, that was going to happen soon anyway.

Her perfect body was naked but for a G-string that was so narrow it barely managed to cover her vagina. She rotated her round muscular ass in front of his face, turned and shook her firm breasts at him, nipples protruding loudly. Most sexy of all, she looked into his eyes and smiled, her bright face framed by great thick black hair.

The man was 50 or 60; well dressed in a suit and tie, well groomed, wealthy. He grinned back at my girlfriend, appreciating the show without embarrassment.

One leg lifted and straightened, then came to rest on his shoulder. The man slowly raised a hand and stroked her tensed calf with his fingers, then he removed the shoe and stroked the top of her small foot. I could see she liked that; other customers were watching closely and she liked that too. still standing on her left heel, she bent her big toe, stroked it across his face, and then put it in his mouth.

Her face looked surprised as he sucked, as if she never suspected the inevitable reaction. She laughed and her tits shook, she pulled the foot away for a moment and then slapped him in the face with it playfully, showing off her amazing balance and muscle control. The man fell to the side in mock injury as Asia retrieved her right shoe from his lap; as she reached down, I think she made a small grab there. The man appeared to shudder.

I talked to her after she was through.

“You looked like you were enjoying that.” I said.

“Yeah, he’s kind of hot.” She said, looking pretty hot herself. She ran her fingers through her glorious hair, her naked breasts proud on her small frame, the colored lights of the club reflecting from the light sheen of sweat on her flat belly. “Good looking and well hung too.”

“So you checked?”

She laughed nervously; her nipples were still standing and I resisted the urge to fondle her. “Yeah, I’m not supposed to do that but I couldn’t resist.”

“You want him, don’t you?” I asked softly.

“Oh relax!” she said, even though I knew she liked me to get a bit jealous. “I would never do that while we live together.”

“But if you were single?”

“I’d be out the back door by now!” she laughed.

“You miss it, don’t you?”

“Sometimes.” She admitted.

“Do it.”

“Do what?”

“Go with him, do your thing, get what you need.” I said.

“Chuck! Are you breaking up with me?” she asked, and her distress at the idea was very soothing to me. Perhaps there was something there worth saving, I thought to myself.

“No, baby I’m not. But we both know your urges. How long before you can’t resist anymore?”

“Fucking Marcy, she can’t keep her mouth shut. She told you, didn’t she?”

“No.” I lied, “Why, did you tell her something?”

“So you’re saying I should fuck that guy, and you’re ok with that?” she asked, ignoring the Marcy question.

“That’s what I’m saying.”

“Don’t play games with me, Chuck. I’ll really do it.”

“I’m not playing games, Asia.” I said.

“Has he been here before, did you check the database?”

The club had a prototype facial recognition system made by a local startup where Asia worked part time. Two fixed cameras took images that were compared and the result stored in memory; most guys paid cash and stayed anonymous but we knew who was new and who our regulars were. Most importantly, guys who were banned were flagged. Most of the other strip clubs in town had the system and we shared data between us.

“He’s a newby.” I told her, “He’s never been here or in the other clubs before.”

She went over to the guy and sat with him for a while. He put a hand on her thigh, and she didn’t stop him. She talked with him, then got up and came over to me.

“I’m going to meet him outside, and we’re going to his hotel. Call a cab, would you?”

“Sure.” I grunted.

“You can come along if you want.” She added, “Just to watch though.”

“He agreed to that?”

“Guys will do anything.” She said.

He was a sandy haired business type, in town for a couple of days. He had a kind of chiseled good looking face but a slight paunch at his middle. I shook his hand as we waited in the cold for the taxi. I didn’t know why we didn’t just take my car, but I was letting Asia call the shots.

“I’m Dave.” He told me.

“Chuck.” I said.

“This is a little weird.” He said.

“Yeah, for me too.” I said.

Asia came out of the unmarked steel side door, small and delicate looking in the dark cold city night. So vulnerable, such a treasure. If she kept having these one night stands with strangers, alone, eventually something bad would happen. But if I was there, watching ... it still wasn’t safe, but it was far less dangerous.

I got in the front of the taxi as Asia and Dave got in the back. I looked around and they were making out as we headed across town to his hotel. In the intermittent lights of the city streets, I saw his mouth on hers, her hands on his face, but not where his hands might be.

I was terrified, excited, jealous, I had a lump in my throat and another in my pants. Part of me was excited, another part filled with dread; this had to be a disaster, a terrible desperate ploy to delay the end of my life with Asia. The decision was made though; there was no going back now.

He was at an upmarket high-rise downtown hotel, and I felt pretty self conscious as we crossed the gleaming lobby. We were silent in the elevator, Asia standing so small and vulnerable between the two of us; yet she had the power here. She was what we both wanted, she was what every heterosexual man wanted.

When we got to his surprisingly small room, she wasted no time getting naked. She smiled in glorious delight at the situation, at being here, being nude, being the center of lust, anticipating the sex that was now inevitable. She lifted her hands over her head and spun around so her hair flew out behind her, laughing in delight and expectation.

I pulled a chair into the corner of the room and sat down as my hot girlfriend threw herself on her back on the bed, spreading her legs and propping herself on her elbows. Her nipples stood proud with excitement, her shaved vagina glistened with desire.

“Take your clothes off and get in here.” She said to Dave.

The older man ignored me, his hungry eyes devouring the naked beauty waiting for him on his bed as he quickly stripped.

His cock was similar to mine in size, but had a banana-like upward curve. Asia grabbed it in her hand as he got into bed; she stroked it as they kissed softly.

He was good at this; his body was strong and relaxed, his penis rock hard in her hand as he touched her gently, reverently.

He kissed her mouth, then her neck and breasts. He went down on her, and she grinned at me in thrilled triumph as she held his grey head between her open thighs.

Was I nuts?

I’d been talking to her friends, and to Hank. I’d been listening to her own account of her life, of her sexuality. She had a hundred stories of wild sex, in hotels, in bars, in clubs. Sex with strangers of every race and color, old men, young men, tall men, and one midget. She’d had threesomes.

We’d never made any proclamations of monogamy, but we had been that way since I moved in with her. She was getting bored with me; how could I compete with the life she was used to? The thrill of the unknown, of a new lover.

I was taking a desperate gamble, yet there was nothing to lose. Our relationship was doomed anyway.

Asia moaned, writhed, and came; she looked at him through her orgasm, and his head moved around as he worked her with his tongue.

“Oh yes baby, yes!” she moaned softly, “I just love how an older man knows his way around!”

Then he rolled over and Asia moved her face to his waiting cock. She took it in her hand again, holding it in front of her face. She looked at it and licked her lips, then looked up at me.

“Should I?” she asked me, “Do you want to watch me suck this cock? This beautiful HARD cock? Oh Chuck, I really want to.”

My mouth was dry, but I managed to nod.

“Say it.” Asia insisted excitedly, “Tell me to do it and I will.”

I should mention that in our day to day lives, I never told her what to do. This was just about the sex, and I knew she was going to do it anyway. The point of my consent wasn’t permission for what she was going to do with Dave. It only meant I’d still be with her after she did it.

“Suck his cock.” I said.

She laughed and dropped her face over the waiting organ, stuffing it deep into her throat as her fingers went around his swollen old balls. The room was quiet but for the soft slurping of my girlfriend sucking the other man’s penis. She looked at me as she did it; her big dark eyes watching me as she took her pleasure.

I glanced at him for a moment, and our eyes met. He smiled at me as if I was part of it, and I tore my attention away from him, back to Asia’s face as it bobbed up and down on his big banana cock, luscious hair in his hands, big dark eyes on him now.

She sat up, not letting go of the swollen organ.

“Get a rubber on it.” She told him, and stretched out next to him with her strong legs spread wide.

“Oh ... uh ... I don’t have one.” He said.

Asia’s happy smile disappeared; she looked suddenly disappointed and angry.

“I have one.” I offered.

She looked at me suspiciously. “And why are you carrying a condom around with you?” she asked.

“Well we only stopped using them a couple of months ago.” I said, “It’s left over.”

“Great!” she complained, “Now you’ve told Dave that we do it bareback, after he’s just been going down on me! How do you think that makes him feel?”

“I’m fine with it.” Dave said graciously as I tore open the condom packet.

I gave the rubber to Asia and she rolled it down his rod with a quick, well practiced motion, using her hands instead of her mouth trick. Then she returned to her position on her back with her legs spread, and pulled Dave on top of herself. She reached under and held him as he pushed it in.

From where I was sitting I could see it happening; and that wasn’t coincidence. Asia had positioned herself so it would be so. Her dancer’s legs were stretched out at 90 degree angles to her torso, her hairless vagina was wide open for him.

I watched that big old banana slide into her wet eager hole, I saw him penetrate her slim body as she sighed in pleasure.

“Oh baby, that feels so good.” She said as he began to fuck her; she smiled up at him and put her hands around his hips.

I’d never said I loved her. I was afraid she’d be spooked, and more afraid she wouldn’t say it back. She was far more experienced than me; she thought love was a form of insanity. I agreed with her, but there was nothing I could do about it. I was nuts for her.

Dave’s ass was pale and wobbly as it lifted and then contracted in a downward thrust. My woman grunted, her fingers wrapped around his rear and her feet pressed down on the bed as she lifted her pelvis to meet him.

“Harder!” she urged him, “Fuck yes! Do it to me!”

Her fingers dug into his white hairy ass and her legs tensed against him as she groaned in a loud flamboyant orgasm. He stopped, and I saw his balls retract. He groaned and came as well.

“Hey!” Asia complained, “Is that all you got?”

“Uh, sorry.” He said, pulling his softening cock out. “You’re just too sexy, I couldn’t hold back.”

“Chuck...” she beckoned to me with her finger, the one I was firmly wrapped around. I stripped off quickly and took Dave’s place, pushing my stiff cock into Asia’s needy body.

As I pumped her tight wet hole, she looked up at him, sitting next to us on the bed. I realized she was holding his hand. He lay next to her and she turned her head to kiss him; just inches from my face, his tongue was fluttering around in her mouth, she held me with one hand and him with the other, she was coming and I almost lost it and came with her, but then I felt a hand on my ass that wasn’t hers.