"Too bad Mary is such a prude," complained Carol. "We could have had a lot more fun with him."
"What a wild night. That was unbelievable." Carol laughed as she drove her car toward my house. "Whose idea was that? Were you in on this, Jeannine"
"No, Betty hired him all on her own." The male stripper had been Betty’s bridal shower gift to Mary. She told her that once married, men become complacent and don’t always please their wives. She hired the stripper to show Mary what her husband would never do.
"Too bad Mary is such a prude," complained Carol. "We could have had a lot more fun with him."
"You think he would have done all of us?" I laughed.
"He looked like he could. Jesus, what a body; I’m so horny."
"Me too." I squirmed in my seat, feeling the wetness in my panties.
"At least you can go jump your husband," she whined. Carol had been divorced for a few years and wasn’t dating anyone special lately.
"It’s after midnight. He’s probably asleep on the couch."
"Yeah, but you can wake him up." She had a mischievous grin on her face and snickered as she pulled onto my street.
"Gee, maybe I should let you wake him up."
"That would freak him out for sure."
"Yeah, probably." I agreed. "I think he fantasizes more about me doing it with another woman than him."
"Did you ever tell him about Veronique?" Veronique was a woman that I had a sexual encounter with in France years ago right after I had graduated from college. I had just recently told Carol about it.
"Yes, I think that’s why he likes to fantasize about it."
Carol pulled into the driveway and turned off the car. "Can I come in and pee before I head home? I drank so much wine tonight that I’ll never make it."
"Sure, come on in."
We entered the house quietly, assuming that Steve was sleeping. We stopped halfway down the hallway as we heard the sound of a woman panting and moaning. Carol grabbed my arm in a panic as another woman’s voice was heard. I realized it was one of Steve’s porno movies. I held my fingers up to my lips to tell Carol to be quiet as we inched toward the living room.
Steve’s was sitting in his recliner in his robe, his back to us, watching two women on the screen eating each other. Two empty beer bottles sat on the coffee table. Carol put her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Although we couldn’t see Steve’s cock from where we stood, it was obvious that he was masturbating.
I cleared my throat and Steve jumped, turning his head around to see Carol and I standing at the entrance to the room.
"Oh Jesus!" He grabbed his robe and quickly tied it closed and then reached for the remote to turn off the VCR.
"No, leave it on," I suggested. Carol headed toward the bathroom and I dropped by purse and sat on the couch. Steve turned the volume down, but left the two women visible on the screen.
"I’m sorry," he said, looking slightly embarrassed. "I didn’t hear you two come in."
"We were trying to be quiet," I admitted. "We thought you would be asleep on the couch. I see now that you were far from that."
Carol came out from the bathroom and snickered at Steve. "Are you always such a bad boy when Jeannine goes out?" She sat next to me on the couch and turned her attention to the two women on the screen. They had changed positions and one was sucking the other’s tits while she pushed a dildo in and out of her pussy.
Steve ignored Carol’s question. "So how was the bridal shower?"
"Betty hired a male stripper for Mary," I explained.
Steve raised his eyebrows and grinned. "Oh?"
"God, was he hot," added Carol. "I wonder if he’s gay or if he really does women."
"Why didn’t you give him your phone number?" asked Steve.
"Well, he was Mary’s present," she explained, her eyes still fixed on the two women making love in the video. "But she’s such a prude she didn’t even make him work for his money."
"What would you have made him do?" asked Steve.
"Hmm..." she sat back on the couch and thought about it. "I suppose if I was really in love and getting married in a week I would probably be as prudish as Mary."
I laughed out loud. "Right, you a prude."
"Well, I would have at least had the decency to make him entertain my guests," she added. "I think she should have had him eat one of us or at least masturbate on her wedding panties or something." She turned her attention back to the screen as one the woman had an orgasm induced by her lover. "Damn, maybe I should switch to women."
"You never know, it could be fun." Steve had obviously gotten over his initial embarrassment and seemed to be prodding her.
"Well you obviously think so," she teased, looking at his erection beneath his robe.
"I bet you would make a great male stripper, Honey." I kicked off my heels and stretched my leg over to his chair and ran my bare toe up his leg. "You’re so muscular and you’ve got that great butt."
"Hey, maybe he’ll finish the dance the way we wanted to see it." Carol poked me in the side and grinned. "Think he’ll masturbate on our panties?"
"Gee I don’t know... what do you think, Honey?" I continued to rub my toe up his leg, watching him grin and then turn his attention to the two women on the screen. They had changed positions and now the other one was getting the treatment.
"If you two do that," he said, nodding at the screen. "I would."
Carol looked at the screen and then over to me and laughed. "Should we call his bluff?"
I couldn’t believe Steve had agreed. He had probably thought it was a safe bet. There was no way I was going to let him make me look like the chicken.
"I guess we’ll have to," I said, pulling my sweater over my head and throwing it over the back of the couch. Carol laughed and started unbuttoning her blouse. I would have given anything for a picture of the look on Steve’s face as she unsnapped her bra and let her large breasts fall. Her nipples looked big and hard, not soft and puffy like mine.
"Better take your panties off and get them ready ladies," said Steve, standing up from his chair.
We both giggled as we slid our panties down, leaving our skirts bunched up. Carol wrapped hers through her fingers and then leaned over and flicked her tongue on my nipple.
"I always wished I had small tits like yours," she murmured, switching to the other nipple.
"They’re really sensitive," I whispered, biting my lip as she sucked one hard.
Steve left opened his robe and exposed his hard cock. He stood close enough that his leg was touching mine as he began to stroke his cock.
I ran my hand over Carol’s breast and cupped it, lightly flicking the nipple with my thumb as she continued to lick and suck my nipples.
"Oh God, you two are hot," whispered Steve. He stopped stroking his cock for a moment and Carol looked over and frowned.
"Hey, no stopping!" Carol turned to look at him.
"I have to or I’ll come too quick. You two don’t know how turned on I am."
"Well, then I guess we’ll have to take a break too," she said, sitting up and leaning back on the couch.
"Okay, okay." Steve started stroking his cock again and I leaned over and licked Carol’s nipples.
"Oh man, Baby..." groaned Steve. "Yes, suck them."
Carol closed her eyes and reached beneath her skirt with her hand. She tugged and rubbed against her clit, moaning and squirming while I sucked her tits.
"Harder," she whispered as I sucked on them. I could have never taken the pressure she was demanding on her nipples, but I responding by biting and sucking harder.
"Oh yes.." she moaned, rubbing her clit faster. "Just like that."
I looked up to see that she had opened her eyes and was watching Steve’s hand stroking his cock. I wondered which one was going to come first. Suddenly Carol shuddered beneath me and let out a long squeal, indicating that it was going to be her.
"Oh yes... oh yes... oh yes..." she moaned, her body stiff and frozen as she came on her hand.
"Get your panties ready ladies," warned Steve. "I’m coming."
Carol had wrapped her panties around her hand that was between her legs and she pulled them open and laid them over her pussy. Feeling playful, I bit onto mine and held them with my mouth, sitting up and leaning toward him.
Steve rocked back and forth on his heels as he pumped his cock and brought himself to the edge. Three deep grunts preceded the cum shooting from his cock. He shot the first load at my face, hitting my nose and the panties. Then he quickly turned toward Carol and aimed the rest at her. I was amazed at what a good shot he was, even leaning over the couch to let the last few drop hit their target.
"Oh man," he sighed, letting his cock hang down. "That was better than any movie I’ve ever watched." He went back and sat down in his recliner and flicked off the VCR.
"I think he’s better than the guy at Betty’s party," said Carol. "Don’t you?"
"Of course." I got up and went over to sit on Steve’s lap. "But then again, I’m kind of partial about this guy."
I kissed him, softly first, then a deep kiss, reassuring us both that nothing had changed in our relationship.
"You’re the only one who didn’t come yet," said Steve, reaching between my legs and dipping his finger inside my wet pussy.
"Oooh... that feels good." I draped my leg over the arm of the chair to give him more access.
"You looked so hot sucking her tits, Baby," he whispered in my ear as his fingers flicked against my clit. "You know how much I loved watching that."
Carol came over and knelt on the floor next to Steve’s chair and brushed her hand over my nipples as he worked my cunt. I closed my eyes and surrendered my body to them.
"Flick your tongue over her nipples, Carol," suggested Steve. "That always makes her cum."
Carol caught on easily as my breathing quickened when her tongue flicked back and forth.
"Yes, Baby," encouraged Steve as my legs tensed. "Come... come on my hand. Oh... God... yes..."
The sounds coming out of my throat were indiscernible gestures of pleasure and gratefulness and my body shook with the orgasm. Carol seemed to realize that my breasts had become too sensitive and sat back on the couch and waited quietly while Steve cradled me in his arms. When I had recovered, I looked over at Carol and we both started giggling.
"What a night," she laughed. "I’m exhausted."
"Do you want to sleep in our guest room tonight?" I offered. "It’s pretty late."
"That sounds great, actually." She stood and picked up her blouse and bra, and grabbed her heels before walking over to the chair. Then she bent and kissed both of us on the forehead. "I hope you guys still respect me in the morning."
"Always," assured Steve, and we all laughed as she went up the stairs to the guest room.
"That was so awesome," whispered Steve, squeezing me tight in his arms.
"I could feel you getting hard again when I came."
"Yes, I think I’m going to have to take you upstairs and have my way with you now."
"Oooh..." I squealed, hopping out of the chair. "More?"
"Oh yeah." He slapped my ass and pointed to the stairs. "Get going."
He growled like a bear behind me as I giggled my way up the stairs. What a wild night indeed.