My best friend (Todd) invited me to a tittie bar one night. I told him that my girlfriend (Nicole) and I had plans to play volleyball that same night so I wasn't going to be able to make it. He suggested that I ask her to come along too. The thought of my girlfriend getting off on another woman has given me an infinite number of erections and gallons of expulsed semen as far back as I can remember. I had periodically planted seeds of the idea in her mind. Sometimes she responded positively and other times she wasn't very responsive. I knew that she entertained the idea of having sex with another woman or having a threesome with another woman and me and she was definitely turned on by the idea. So I decided to ask her to go with us to the tittie bar.
She didn't hesitate to agree when I invited her; my heart thumped my chest, my stomach churned and my cock reminded me of its existence. So it was all set. After our volleyball game we would meet Todd at our apartment, shower, get dressed and head to the tittie bar.
It was packed, too crowded. It took five minutes to move five feet. We squirmed our way through the crowd, gathered three chairs that may or may not have been taken, ordered some drinks ($5.00 each) and tried to relax. Nicole was noticeably nervous and self-conscious. On our way to sit down all the horny men were ogling her. I can't blame them, she was wearing skin tight, black clam diggers and a thin yellow, cotton top. The pants hugged her full ass and thighs and the shirt barely contained her laden breasts. I got hard watching all the guys staring at her tits and ass, all them having to realize that I was lucky enough to fuck her.