“Today, a partner from Moscow came to me,” Aleksey said, when they were waiting for the bill for dinner, “now we are meeting with him at the strip club.” Sit a couple of hours. Then he will remove the girl, and you and me to the apartment, as usual.

He spoke in the affirmative, not bothering to ask her opinion.

- Dear, you, most importantly, fuck me then, as it should! I want to fuck - fucked up! Today in the morning flow like a bitch!

He turned this dirty naturalism, with which she expressed her desires. With him, Olga didn’t play a “decent woman” for a second, showing herself, as they say, in all her glory - from clothes, manners and speech, to complete emancipation in bed.

- And what about the husband? Do not fuck you? - squinting, asked Alexey. It was the first time he spoke to her about her spouse.

- Anryusha something? - Olga has a little grimaced - he is good, faithful! Loves me. He is sitting at home now, waiting, worried ... I haven’t given him for quite a while. I do not know why ...

She smiled. Alexey looked at her straight and said:

- Yes, everything is clear: he loves you, and I - fuck ... - he raised an eyebrow and asked, - and does he even know that you and I ...

- What are you ?! - Olga hurriedly interrupted him, - no, of course! He would be crazy if he knew that I was cheating on him!

The waiter brought the bill. Alexey reached for his wallet, and she thought about her last words. She was not the first time to remember that porn movie, watching which she found her husband after her first betrayal. The obedient little man eagerly watched his own wife, having sex with a pair of lovers ... "He doesn’t want to interfere," said Andrei about him. I wonder which of the heroes of that porno he compared himself to ...? And why did he, her rightful spouse, who had not had sex with her for so long, allow her to spend nights outside the family home so implicitly? Love and trust - this is important and good, but to see how a wife in candid clothes goes to have fun, and dutifully be silent? ... On the one hand, it certainly suited Olga. But now she was also interested in what motives her husband moved, not daring to even ask about the details of her weekly night rest with her “friend” ...

Alexey's voice brought her out of her reverie:

- I’m crazy, you say? Maybe even from happiness ...

Olga did not understand, he was joking or not. She didn’t answer at all, but Alexey’s words pleasantly excited her, surprisingly echoing her own vague guesses ...

***

In this strip club, Olga was the first time. At the entrance they were met by courteous guards. They turned to Alexey by name and patronymic, and Olga concluded that they knew him here, especially since he had a club card with him, thanks to which they were not charged for the entrance fee. Olga was a pleasure to be a companion to a frequenter and a welcome guest at such an institution. While Alexei handed over their outerwear to the wardrobe, she with sincere admiration looked at the administrative girl in an evening dress with a naked back and shoulders. She was a real beauty: a platinum blonde with hair to the middle of the back; bright make-up correctly emphasized a beautiful, slightly doll-like face; big green eyes framed long curved false eyelashes; Olga noticed spangles on round cheeks; his lips were parted, his lips were thick and bright red. The dress of the girl was a lethal mix of luxury and utterly uncompromising debauchery. What was worth only her neckline, exposing a rich lush bust almost completely.It was a mystery how the dress is held in this place, barely covering the nipples. However, Olga noted some cool detachment in the look of the girl. Still, bright sexy model appearance, coupled with the outfits were just a part of her work. When Alexey came up, the girl smiled a little exaggeratedly, kindly welcoming him in an unexpectedly low and somewhat oily voice. He confidently took both of them under the arms, and all three proceeded into the hall.

By the standards of the strip club, the evening was quite early, and there were still very few visitors at the tables. They walked past the bar, behind which a barmaid in a bikini was mixing cocktails for two middle-aged men who were very drunk. Dance music sounded loud. In the twilight, half-naked girls strolled around the hall. Some of them were only in tiny thongs and shoes on a high platform. They all smiled at Olga and Alexey: who is just cheerful and affable, and who is languid and meaningful. Olga liked the atmosphere from the first minutes. There was no place for shame and prejudice. The girls naturally showed off the delights of their bodies, the men enjoyed the spectacle. Olga noticed how one of them puts a few bills under the lace band on the thigh of a dancer passing by. The girl stopped and sat down on his knees, hugging him with one hand by the neck and running the other under the collar of his shirt. Leaning to his ear, the dancer said something, lightly touching his earlobe with plump lips. The man set aside a glass of alcohol and nodded approvingly, patronizingly stroking the girl on the bare leg. Olga saw how boldly and capriciously his hand moved along her thigh, rising higher. A man after a couple of seconds shamelessly, in a businesslike touch her ass. The girl smiled in his face and stroked his well-groomed palm his neck and cheek ...

The administrator led them to a table near the wall opposite the empty stage. A highly dressed man of about fifty was sitting behind him. On the table were a few glasses and a barely opened bottle of French brandy. The man rose from the table and greeted Alexei. He turned to them, smiling and gesturing to his companion

- This is Olga, my ... muse!

“Vladimir,” he introduced himself and gallantly kissed her hand.

Alexey’s capital partner was of medium height, stocky, dense, with simple facial features, behind which a strong-willed character was guessed. Vladimir was not an unambiguous handsome man, but an incredible male attractiveness emanated from him. He looked at Olga in such a way that it seemed to her that he knew all her most secret secrets, including the presence of an anal plug. When he held Olgin’s hand in his own hand a little, she felt goosebumps at the same time, her heart sank sweetly and hotly pulled in the lower abdomen. “I would give him even now!” Olga noted to herself, reflexively licked her lips. She said aloud only: "Very nice!" At the same time, her voice faltered, and the phrase sounded with a noticeable gasp. She understood that she now looks like a vulgar whore, and this insanely turned her on. Vladimir's lips barely noticeably twisted in a slight smile.

- Alexey, I am sure that your muse is capable of inspiring a lot, isn't it? - he did not take a piercing look from Olga.

- Oh yes, it's true! - Significantly confirmed Alex, - her ability not to occupy!

She and Vladimir looked at each other knowingly and loudly laughed. Olga lowered her eyes, but not out of modesty, but simply not knowing where to put herself on the fantastic buzz that brought her this ambiguous male conversation.

They didn’t sit on the sofa: the men are at the sides, Olga is between them. The girl administrator retired, and a moment later a waitress appeared in front of their table in a short apron on her naked body. She handed the new guests a menu. Olga ordered champagne and fruit.

- For the acquaintance! - raised his glass Vladimir.

They drank, and for some time the men were talking about common acquaintances from the business.Olga looked at the club hall with interest. Dancers and waitresses passed by their table. Mostly they were gorgeous girls of model appearance: long-legged beauties with a chiseled figure, brightly painted and dressed in sexy clothes. Many of ... Read more →