The fact that Bethany wanted a lap dance from a woman was much less surprising than her boyfriend, Eric, not wanting to take her to a strip club for it. Disappointed by this turn of events Bethany called me and complained about Eric’s unwillingness to give her the birthday present she wanted. I was most surprised at Eric’s reason for his refusal: he had just quit smoking and didn’t want to be dragged back into the “torturous tentacles of tobacco’s trap” as he put it. Sensing an opportunity I immediately volunteered to escort Bethany to the local gentlemen’s club and give her the birthday present of a lifetime. Overhearing our conversation Penny, my wife, demanded to know what I was up to. After explaining Bethany’s dilemma, Penny smiled and invited herself along. So much the better; now I would have two women to accompany me.
Penny is a petite blond with a confident and highly charged sex drive. Bethany, though she had been a friend for over five years, was a bit of a mystery to me. We had become acquainted at an old employer where neither of us now worked, and since we shared common interests we had often spent time with each other, singly and as couples. She and Eric had been together over ten years and neither had ever mentioned wanting to get married. They were an odd match to say the least, he was short, dark and hirsute to the point of furriness; she was tall and commanding, over six feet without shoes and simply looked strong and powerful without a need to prove it. Though I had been certain she was straight as an arrow while also open-minded, I never would have guessed her as bi or even remotely interested in women.
Penny and I picked up Bethany at her apartment. Normally we would rush in and visit a few minutes, but tonight she was excited at our promised adventure and she was waiting at the door for our arrival. Her boyfriend was no where to be seen and we figured he had found other amusements for the evening. The drive to the strip club was filled with nervous excitement. At the door we were carefully ID’ed by the bouncer and then waved inside. He did give us a lingering look, but only for a moment. A man accompanied by two attractive women into a strip club was certainly unusual, but not something the bouncer hadn’t already seen.
We went to the bar and ordered our drinks, then retired to one of the small tables far away from the crowds of drunken frat boys as well as the strange loners at the other end of the spectrum. My wife and friend watched the rotating staff of strippers on the stage for a good half hour before they finally settled on the right woman to give Bethany her lap dance. With a proffered twenty I called to our table after she finished her stage show and inquired at the price of a private lap dance. She took my money and then demanded double the same amount which I happily offered. I asked her name.
“Gia,” she answered. It was obviously a stage name. “Come back to the private room,” she told me leading me by the hand.
“No, no,” I said. “The dance is for Bethany,” I indicated by female guest. “We’re just here to watch.”
Gia hesitated for a second, then shrugged her shoulders and said okay. I admired the swaying of Gia’s rounded buttocks. On the floor and off the stage she was much shorter than our initial impression. She was practically petite. Like most of the other dancers she had larger than average tits, but not obscenely huge. Her blond hair was obviously dyed, but her skin tones indicated she was more of a light brown than a woman with black hair. It was obvious form her stage show she had shaved all her pubic hair.
When we arrived at the semi-private room, really just an alcove in the bar set off by a moveable screen, Gia placed Bethany on the chair of honor and then, without fanfare, began her routine. Penny and I stood back and watched. Gia first danced around the chair a little then quickly shimmed out of her skin tight black dress, revealing the red bra and thong we had seen earlier. She then straddled Bethany’s thighs and pressed her heavy breasts onto Bethany’s equally large chest.
“Enjoying yourself?” she asked. Bethany grinned and nodded eagerly, her long black hair bouncing in the excitement. She took Bethany’s hand and placed it on the clasp on the back of her bra. Needing no encouragement, Bethany quickly undid the snap and helped Gia out of her bra, revealing her dark nipples to us all. Gia then began grinding her hips and crotch against Bethany’s pelvis. The two women began moving in unison, Bethany obviously enjoying the ride, but there was a definite bored look on Gia’s face. I regretted paying her as much as I did, but that thought was quickly forgotten when I felt my wife’s hand on my already hard cock. She was obviously enjoying the show as much as I and Bethany.
“Want more?” Gia asked. Bethany said yes, loudly and firmly. Smiling now, Gia led Bethany’s hand to the top of the crotch of her thong and hooked Bethany’s fingers over the material. “Pull,” she ordered and Bethany pulled down on the flimsy material exposing Gia’s shaved labia, pink and pouting with and excitement her face did not show. Dropping the material to the floor Bethany place her hand over Gia’s pussy for just a moment before the dancer pushed her probing fingers away. She then danced around Bethany for a few more minutes, rubbing her tits and ass alternated against Bethany’s arms, chest and face before finally straddling the guest of honor one last time and, simulating a particularly vigorous session of sex, rubbed her pussy up and down Bethany’s body until she came. With that, the dancer picked up her tiny costume and walked out of the alcove.
Bethany couldn’t stop smiling. “Shall we go back to my place?”
After leaving the club we piled back into my car. Penny and Bethany were laughing and holding hands. They made me drive while the got into the backseat together. No matter. I angled the rearview mirror down to watch the two of them as I drove back to Bethany’s apartment. I didn’t have to wait long for Penny to start the show. “I know you’ve been waiting for this,” she said to Bethany, reached up and pulled my friend’s face down to her lips. They kissed, tentatively at first perhaps because it was Bethany’s first time at kissing a woman, and then with growing eagerness, certainly spurred on by Gia’s performance and body.
I was frustrated because I was forced to keep my eyes on the road and actually drive while they were well on their way to having full blown sex without me. While I was distracted during a lane change, Bethany called out to me, “Here, John, take this,” and tapped me on the shoulder. Absently I reached over my shoulder and took her offering. I glanced down at the fabric in my hand and realized that she had just handed me Penny’s white lace panties. I hadn’t realized they were that far along.
“She has nimble fingers,” Penny moaned from the backseat.
I stopped breathing a moment and could hear the muffled slippery clicking of Bethany’s fingers inside Penny’s pussy.
“You might as have these as well,” Penny said. I turned around a brief moment and she tossed Bethany’s tiny panties in my face. I managed to pull them away and glance down at the two pairs of undergarments now sitting in my lap on top of my erection. Bethany, it seemed, as partial to purple silk thongs. In wonderment, I speculated if she had removed them herself or had Penny’s able assistance.
“We’re almost there,” I called to them as I rounded the last turn before Bethany’s building.
“I am there!” cried out Penny as she achieved her first orgasm under Bethany’s hand. My wife isn’t shy about sharing her orgasms with her partners and I’m sure Bethany was surprised and delighted to hear Penny’s gasps and watch her petite body shake uncontrollably under the powerful influence the little death.
“That was great,” Bethany gasped as she took her hand from between Penny’s thighs.
“Wait until it’s your turn,” Penny promised.
“We’re here!” I announced and jumped out of the car the moment I slammed it into park. I was eager to get upstairs and start fucking the two of them in earnest. Penny was slower to get out and it was only at Bethany’s insistence that she got out at all because she wanted to take on Bethany right there.
Bethany broke away from Penny’s eager kisses. “I’ve got something to show the two of you upstairs.”
“You can show me right here,” said Penny, tugging on Bethany’s shirt, trying to expose her tits.
She laughed at her new lover. “No, I can’t. You can see my tits down here, but I’ve got something even better upstairs.” Bethany pulled away and ran to her apartment door, her skirt riding up on her hips giving us just a tiny flash of her ass cheeks. Quickly we followed, eager to see what surprise lay in store for us. My cock was already hard, making it difficult to run and Penny’s enthusiasm for new sexual adventures brought us to the door at the same time. We pushed inside and saw Bethany running up the stairs to her second-floor apartment. Her skirt was completely over her hips now, the result of her quick dash up the stairs and I caught a glimpse of her dark pubic hair as she pushed the key into the lock and opened the front door.
“Come on,” she called to us and up the stairs we went chasing after her beautiful tail. We found her black blouse in the hallway on the way back to the bedroom and her matching black bra just outside the bedroom door which she had shut almost, but not quite, all the way. We pushed it open together, breathing heavily from both our anticipation of what was waiting for us and our race to pursue Bethany. She was standing at the foot of her bed, tall and regal, dressed now only in her tiny skirt that was bunched about her hips and her knee high suede boots. Her large breasts heaved up and down with her own heavy breathing, they were capped with light brown nipples that were now crinkled in the slightly cool air , her dark hair was loose and mused from her dash up the stairs and subsequent stripping.
She was beautiful and I knew I wanted her and was certain my wife was of the same mind. But Bethany was not the most intriguing figure in her bedroom. That distinction went to Eric who was bound hand and foot to the four corners of their bed with a black mask over his eyes. He was striped naked and his cock was slightly erect in anticipation of some erotic delight that surely awaited him for his girlfriend had returned. Without doubt she had left him here in their bed while she was at the strip club with Penny and me, whether he had done so willingly or had been tricked or had been forced into this position of humiliation by the Amazon-like Bethany didn’t matter. She had obviously planned well for this night and this was part of her present to herself.
