02/09/2009
It's Dan again.
After Vicky’s night of fucking the 21 year old Joey in our hotel room (see “Thanksgiving”), I fell asleep next to Vicky, worrying about where our little sex games were going. I wanted to watch her fuck other guys, but I never wanted to see her get hurt. As I drifted off to sleep, I thought, “We’ll discuss this later this weekend.”
I felt Vicky waking up in the early afternoon as she got up to go to the bathroom. She came back to the bed and I asked her how she was feeling. She said, “Fine”, but I could tell by her voice that her throat was sore (Duh!). Her pussy was also red and swollen from being stretched over Joey’s monster cock. She definitely did not feel like having more sex at that time.
It was Thanksgiving Day and most of the restaurants in the area were either closed or required reservations. We ordered a couple of small turkey dinners from room service along with a couple of bottles of wine. We watched the football games on TV and ate our dinners while lying in bed, sipping our wine. For us, it was the perfect Thanksgiving Day – lying in bed naked together while eating and drinking. Life didn’t get much better than this.
Because neither of us had slept much the night before…I don’t think Vicky had slept at all that night…we fell asleep early on Thursday evening. So, Friday morning we woke up fairly early. Vicky still felt too sore for sex, so we got ourselves ready and went out shopping on “Black Friday”. Not the smartest move we’ve ever made, but after finding a parking space at the largest mall in the city, we did manage to get some really great deals on gifts for Christmas.
Vicky was enjoying herself out shopping. She was wearing a thin, short linen dress with her red raincoat over it. She had put on some flat sensible shoes for all the walking in the mall. As usual, she looked fabulous and heads turned, both male and female, when she walked by.
By mid-afternoon we both had armfuls of large bags from various stores in the mall. We hauled them out to our car, filled the trunk and back seat, and drove back to the hotel. There we unloaded all the bags again and took them up to our room. We packed them into the large closet in the room, feeling the gifts would be safer there than leaving them in our car all weekend. Both of us were tired from walking the mall, so we laid down on the bed and I drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up, Vicky was in the shower. I joined her, asking her what she had in mind. She smiled and said, “Not what you have in mind. Sorry, Baby, but I’m still too sore.”
“But after we clean up, I would still like to go to Club Ice,” she continued. “You know, we never got there on Wednesday night.”
So, after cleaning up and getting dressed, we started back down the elevators to get some dinner and drive the short distance to Club Ice. Vicky wore the same dress she wore on Wednesday evening. I hadn’t noticed, but she sent it out for dry cleaning at the hotel in the morning and it was back late that afternoon. As we walked through the hotel lobby, the metallic ovals on the dress shimmered and sparkled, attracting everyone’s attention. I’m sure the shortness of the dress didn’t hurt the attention factor, either.
We stopped at one of the chain steakhouses we had seen down the street. While I had a small filet, Vicky ate a salad with warm bread. We both had a couple of drinks while we waited for a table and a couple of more during dinner. By the time we left the steakhouse, we were feeling pretty good.
Of course, Vicky’s short dress slid way up when she sat down, but with the booths the steakhouse used, it would have been difficult for anyone to see up her dress. But when she slid out of the booth to leave, the shortness of the dress and her sliding across the seat, pushed the dress up over her bare ass. I noticed several people staring as she worked her way out of the booth. As she stood up, she casually pushed the dress back down, but even then it was shorter than any other dress I saw at the restaurant. As we left the restaurant, I could see many eyes following us to the door.
We drove to Club Ice, found a parking space, and walked inside. There was a cover charge and they stamped your hand with some “ultraviolet” ink so if you left the club you could reenter later without paying another cover charge. Everyone was being searched before they entered and I could tell that the guy that frisked me was really wishing he could do the same to Vicky, but they had a female attendant to check the women. Still, as she ran her hands along the side of Vicky’s dress, she pushed it up a little, just to give her coworker a peek. I didn’t mind and neither did Vicky. Neither did the male security guard, I’m sure.
Inside, the club was already rocking. The crowd was heavily black, but there were plenty of whites and Hispanics there and everyone seem to be getting along fine. Vicky and I found barstools at a narrow drink bar right across from the serving bar. I went over and got us a couple of drinks. Vicky was really enjoying herself, sort of “chair dancing” on her barstool. Of course, anyone who looked could see right up her dress to her bare pussy and that excited her even more.
After we finished our second round of drinks, Vicky asked me to get her a tequila shooter. When I ordered it, the bartender brought back two, telling me that it was “Shot Night” and all shots were 2 for 1. I brought both tequila shots along with a salt shaker, a couple of lime wedges, and a beer for me, back to our seats. I really don’t like to do shots, so Vicky ended up drinking both of them. She was looking out across the dance floor and pointed out the cages on the far side of the floor. There were four “disco cages” build on platforms spread out across the width of the dance floor. Several girls were dancing in each of the cages; others were hanging on the outside of the cages “dancing” over the crowd. While we watched, we saw several girls leave the platforms and others from the dance floor move up to take their place.
Vicky said she wanted to go dance in one of the cages and I told her I’d love to watch her cage dance. She disappeared into the sea of people on the dance floor. I kept looking at each of the cages, searching for her. Finally I saw her in front of one of the cages. There was no room to climb up into the cage yet, so she was dancing with a guy, or perhaps several guys, or maybe by herself. You couldn’t really tell who the couples were on the crowded dance floor.
Then two girls dropped off the outside of the cage and down to the dance floor. Vicky seized her chance and climbed onto the platform and grabbed the outside of the cage bars. She started dancing and shaking her ass over the crowd below her. Stretching out like that pulled her dress way up and her bare ass was sticking out over several people dancing around the base of the cage. It was then I remembered that she was completely bare under that short dress and by now everyone near the cage could see her pussy right above their heads.
I saw several hands reach up and slap her bare ass as she danced. I could tell by the increased shaking of her ass that she liked it and was encouraging more. Pretty soon guys start touching her pussy, too. Vicky’s reaction was to spread her legs farther apart and move her hands down lower on the bars. She was now just over their faces and several hands and arms were in the air playing with her.
I figured our stay at Club Ice would be rather short. I expected some bouncer or security guy to order her off the cage and send her packing out the front door. But no one seemed to care – or maybe no one except the dancers near the cage noticed. In any case, Vicky kept shaking her ass lower and lower into the throng of guys now crowded around her side of the cage and the guys kept rubbing and slapping her ass and pussy. As I watched, I was pretty sure that some of the guys were openly playing with her pussy, maybe even sliding fingers up into her. I was fascinated, excited, and getting one huge boner as I watched my wife getting “molested” by this group of guys.
Her teasing and their playing went on for some time. Then she slipped off the bars and back into the crowd. I couldn’t tell if she just let go or if the guys managed to pull her down, but several of them caught her, holding her off the dance floor for a while. Finally her feet got back on the floor and guys pushed their bodies up against her as she danced. She was basically going through the motion of fucking all these guys with clothes on, although by the way her dress was “wrinkled”, I was pretty sure the guys had it pushed up over her waist.
The whole group dancing with her moved slowly across the dance floor away from the cage and toward the back wall. I lost sight of her several times, but noticed the group moving slowly toward a corner of the dance floor. When they got there, they seemed to disappear. I found out later they moved into a small hallway. In any case, I couldn’t see Vicky anymore and decided to sit there and drink some beers until, hopefully, she came back.
I probably drank two or three beers, rather slowly, when all of a sudden I heard Vicky say, “Hi, sailor.” She was standing right beside me.
“Where did you come from?” I asked her. She told me that a couple of the guys dancing with her knew how to open the emergency exit at the end of the back hall without setting off the alarm. They took her outside to their car.
Then she whispered to me, “I smoked crack. I never did that before. It was awesome.” I looked at her and realized she looked pretty out of it. I also realized she looked pretty rumpled too, with her hair messed and her makeup smeared.
She said, “And then they fucked me.”
“Who fucked you?” I asked.
“All of them. I think it was four – or maybe just three and one of them fucked me twice. I don’t know, but it was awesome.”
“Awesome” seemed to be the word of the hour. I told her she might want to go to the ladies room and “freshen up” a little. She understood what I meant and walked over to the ladies room. She was in there for a long time, probably a half hour. I thought maybe I’d missed her coming out and she was already back on the dance floor. But she finally walked back to the bar and asked me to get her another tequila shooter. At the bar I received two shots of tequila again and grabbed some lime slices and took them back to Vicky. She drank them both, one right behind the other. Then she leaned over to whisper to me again.
“In the ladies room, some girl followed me into the stall and licked my pussy,” she declared.
“What? Are you putting me on?” I asked. I thought she was just making this up, especially because she was so high. As far as I knew, Vicky had never been with a female before.
“No, honest,” she replied, “She got on her knees, licked my pussy, then fist fucked me until I came. Then she licked me dry again. I couldn’t believe it.”
“Did you like it?” I asked, getting hot again. I could feel my cock sticking out against the inside of my pants.
“I loved it,” she answered. “When she was done, she kissed me on the lips, told me I tasted great, and gave me her phone number on a card.” She showed me the card that said, “Missy” over a number, complete with area code.
Holding the card in my hand, knowing my wife just had sex with a woman, made my little cock very happy. Telling me about it must have been turning Vicky on, too. She started rubbing her pussy on my leg, almost humping me on the leg like a dog. Of course, this pushed her skirt up over her ass again.
While I was enjoying her little humping action, two black guys walked up behind her. “Hey, Vicky,” one of them called, “wanna fuck again?”
She slid off my leg and turned around. She got a big smile on her face and turned her head back to me. “Baby,” she said, “these are two of the guys I told you about.” She looked back at them. “You have any more of that ‘stuff’ to smoke?” She asked them.
“Lots more, Sweet Stuff,” one of them answered. “C’mon.” He took her hand and started pulling her away. She went with them, almost prancing as they walked out the front door. I figured they’d get her higher, fuck her in their car again, and she’d stagger back into the club.
But as I sat there slowly sipping on some beers the rest of the evening, I realized that Vicky wasn’t coming back. I figured that she probably went home with them. But to be sure I didn’t leave her behind, I stayed in the club until closing, waited in my car until the parking lot was almost empty, and then drove around all the cars that were left to see if she was in any of them. Nope, she was gone.
I drove back to the hotel and rode the elevator up to the second floor. As I stepped off the elevator, I knew Vicky was in our room. I could hear her screaming, “Fuck me, Fuck me hard” from down the hall. When I got to our room the door was wide open. Vicky was laying naked on the bed inside, with both of the black guys fucking her, one from the front and one from the back. I walked in and closed the door, setting myself down in the chair by the wall. Looking at her creamy white body lying on her side between the two dark skinned studs fucking her, I now knew exactly where the term “Oreo” came from.
The two guys kept fucking her as she kept calling out for more. They didn’t seem to ever cum. At one point, I drifted off with my hand still on my own cock. I didn’t stay out long, as Vicky seemed to get louder and louder as the fuck marathon continued. Finally, the guy in back of her tensed and shoved his cock harder into her ass as he came. He pulled out of her and laid on the bed on his back. Vicky rolled over on her back and the other guy jammed his cock into her pussy harder and faster. Finally he came, too. He laid on Vicky for a while, then rolled over on his back, too.
I looked at the two guys. Even though they weren’t still hard, I could tell they were both hung. They weren’t sporting a monster cock like Joey, but they were a LOT bigger than me. When it looked like they were going to get out of bed, I shoved my own cock back into my boxers, to avoid them seeing the obvious comparison. I’m sure they already knew, but I was trying to save whatever pride I had left.
They got dressed. I noticed that neither of them was wearing any shorts under their pants. They just nodded at me as they walked toward the door, like they fucked a guy’s wife in front of him every night. Hell, for all I knew, maybe they did. They left the room and I looked over at Vicky. Her eyes were closed and she was still breathing heavily. Cum was still seeping out of her pussy. Every few moments her body shuddered. I think she was still having orgasms, even though her two young studs were already on their way home.
I walked over to the bed and laid down beside her. I rubbed her pussy slowly while I sucked on her nipples. I did this for 3 or 4 minutes before she opened her eyes and gently pushed me away.
“I’m sorry, Baby,” she said. “I’m done for the night. I couldn’t fuck anyone else, not now. I’m sorry.”
I rolled back over to my side of the bed. I knew she had been fucked hard and while I really wanted to fuck her while she was still hot and wet from the two black studs, I closed my eyes and went to sleep. It was only Friday night – well, actually Saturday morning. We still had until Monday afternoon for sex. I could wait.