It’s been a fantasy for as long as I could remember. Yes, I still loved men – but as I got older and more secure with my own sensuality, I desired a woman’s touch. I certainly didn’t want to give up men. I didn’t even consider myself bi or even bi-curious. I just wanted – for once in my life – to feel another woman. My man had told me many times that one of his fantasies would be to watch me with another woman. He got hard just thinking of me squirming and moaning and groaning beneath a woman’s touch. But we didn’t act on these fantasies. Until now. We started off at a local club, drinking wine and dancing. The night had gotten away from us. It was midnight and the place was ready to close. I wasn’t’ ready to stop drinking or dancing. I was feeling wonderfully warm and sexy. So, on the way home, I placed my hand on his thigh and leaned over to whisper in his ear, “Let’s go to the Fox Club”. He smiled and turned the car around, knowing that this would be a night to observe, and hopefully remember. The Fox Club was a strip club – one of many around town. I’d enjoyed myself a few times at strip clubs here and there, watching a sexy woman give my man a lap dance…and then continue on and do the same to me. We’d come very close to a threesome in Vegas – at a very exclusive and expensive strip club that specialized in “back room specials” for couples. In the end, I had chickened out. But not tonight. Tonight I was ready. I reached under my tank top and removed my bra. I had not worn panties under my long, flowing skirt. Tonight, I was ready. We walked hand and hand into the club, and found our way to a table near the back. We ordered drinks and watched the scantily clad women come and go on the stage. “Nobody alsancak escort is exciting you, are they?” he asked, with disappointment in his voice. At that moment, the DJ announced dollar lap dances, and I showered my man with woman after woman, grinning at his growing cock and obvious pleasure in being rubbed up against and teased by so many women. As I sipped my drink and glanced around, a very sexy, very real young lady walked up to us. Her shift had just started and she walked straight up to me and said, “Where have you two been? I have been dreaming of somebody like you – hoping I’d find a sexy couple to entertain and dance with. You both are so hot.” And so was she. She had a perfectly beautiful hourglass figure. She had warm brown eyes and long brown hair. She had large, beautiful breasts that bounced when she walked. She was secure with herself, and I wanted to see more. Grinning at my man, I slipped a dollar under her bikini bottoms. She slid in front of me and proceeded to give me the lap dance of a lifetime. The music changed, I slipped her more cash, and she kept on sliding against me, kissing my neck and gliding it around to the top of my cleavage. Is this what it felt like? It felt so natural and sexy and soft. I wanted more. And apparently so did she. She had on a very thin bikini top and when she rubbed her breasts against my chest, I felt the hardness of her nipples. She slid up towards my face and stuck one of her hard nipples right into my mouth. Even through the thin cloth I could feel how excited she was. I couldn’t believe she was doing this, full aware it was against the rules, but then it didn’t matter; I started nibbling and sucking on her alsancak escort bayan hard, round nipple, getting her bikini top wet with my desire. Her breasts were large; firm yet also soft. She grabbed my hand, and with a toss of her hair to my husband, guided me to the back room. I numbly noticed my husband following, another dancer taking his hand in hers and guiding him towards the same back room. My lovely partner pushed me down on the leather sofa and proceeded to remove her panties, leaving her only in a tiny g-string that left nothing to my imagination. I’d never been this close to a woman’s vagina. I wanted to see more. I wanted to feel more. The rules were I had to keep my hands and mouth to myself. My husband sat nearby, a cutie bouncing her boobs and ass up and down on his hard cock. He was excited, but I could see he only had eyes for me. He got even more excited as he watched another girl sensuously slide up and down on his woman. I believe he was more interested in watching us than in the dancer on top of him, much to her dismay. We made eye contact several times, but I was lost in my own lust as my sweet young thing kept rubbing her body up against mine. I lost track of all time, not wanting the sensation to end. Our time was up, and my husband paid the lovely ladies. His left and moved on. Mine joined us at our table for a drink. She could not get enough of me. At first I had thought this was all an act, and that she was just doing her job – which was to make all the customers feel special. But then I started talking to her. I found out her background and how she was new at dancing. She was older than I thought, and we talked to each other Escort alsancak as if girlfriends on a lunch date. She leaned over to me as she talked and would brush her nipples on my arms. I got goose bumps. I forgot I even had a man sitting by my side. The music was loud, so I had to lean in to hear what she was saying. As I did, she grabbed my head and stuck her tongue inside my ear. My nipples were already hard, but this gesture sent me over the top. I tentatively put my hand on her thigh, and when she didn’t pull back, I became a little braver. I ran my hand down the side of her leg, my fingernails gently raking across her soft calves. I wet my index finger and let it glide against the softness behind her knee. I whispered in her ear that I had never been with a woman before. She pulled back and looked at me surprised. She then leaned forward and, brushing her boobs on my arm, said that she found that hard to believe, because my touch was driving her wild. She moved her chair closer to mine, and brushed her thigh alongside mine. The feel of another woman’s touch was more exciting than I had ever dreamed possible. She was so soft. She was so incredibly sexy. And she was so “into” me. She kept gazing into my eyes and reaching up to touch my hair. I could not believe this was happening. After another drink I announced I wanted to go into the back room again. This time, alone – no man. I turned to give my husband a wink, and blow him a kiss. Surprisingly he didn’t follow. She took me by the hand, went to the farthest room and settled me in a soft, oversized leather chair. She then proceeded to lift up my top until it clung right above my boobs. My nipples were already swollen and hard, and her hand cupped one of them as she leaned in to kiss my neck. I knew this was definitely against club rules, but by now I truly did not care – I reached up with both hands and grabbed both of her breasts, and kneaded them as if there was no tomorrow. She groaned and slid up my body, allowing me to taste her sweet nipples.