The dancer moved between my wife’s legs and ground his hips to the beat of the music as we sat in the VIP room upstairs at the club. Her eyes looked up at him with raw, wanton desire and she raked her nails down his back and she purred like a kitten.
"Do it," she hissed as she reached down and moved his g-string to the side. She hadn’t worn any panties and her skirt had ridden up to her waist baring her wet pussy.
He slipped effortlessly into her as I watched. My blood began to boil, not from rage but from sexual excitement. I had often fantasized about watching her with another man but I had always assumed that it would remain a fantasy until one one when I drunkenly confessed my fantasy to her and to my surprise my theretofore vanilla wife love the idea.
His hips thrust into her and she chewed her bottom lip to stifle her cries of pleasure.
"He’s big Baby," she groaned as a small climax washed over her. His breathing labored and he buried his cock deep inside her as he erupted, blasting his seed into her fertile womb. Her eyes rolled back and she savored the feeling of his warm loan inside her as the final waves of pleasure ebbed.