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Diary of my affairs. Chapter 9. The Stripper Part 1

Being married to Wayne for over three years, he still occasionally
asked who I’d fucked before we met, wanting to know when,
where and how many times, but I’d told him next to nothing,
and I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell him what happened
with a stripper three years into our marriage!

The only thing I’d ever told him was about my old boyfriend
Joe, who I covered in chapter 2. Never telling him Joe’s
name, I only said how he was so proud of his dick that he had
me measure him one time finding out he was just over nine
inches long. I also told him how I deep throated Joe by hanging
my head over the end of his couch to let him fuck my mouth,
but that was all I’d told him about my past sex life.

The stripper on the other hand, is by far the most erotic
thing I’ve ever done! Would I do it again? At the time probably
not. Am I glad I did it? At the time I was, but I later worried
about some of the other girls talking and others knowing
what I did or didn’t do. What I was really worried about
was Wayne finding out what happened. Would I do it all over
again knowing how things turned out? In a heartbeat! Do
I still think about it? Sometimes.

To this day I’ve never told him who’s bachelorette
party it was or who the girls were and probably never will,
and I wont do it in here either, mostly because none of the
girls told on me. Plus Wayne knows some of them from the bar
including the first winner who I’ll call Lucky from here
on and I’ll call the bachelorette Becky even though that’s
not their names.

Wayne and I knew Becky from the bar and were both aware she
was getting married soon. Although I wasn’t one of the
girls in the wedding party, she told me about her bachelorette
party and invited me. I politely declined saying I probably
shouldn’t go, but she kept bugging me to go finally saying,
“If it’s a stripper you’re worried about, don’t!
The party’s at my parent’s house, and there’s no
way my mom will have anything to do with a stripper showing
up.”

After agreeing to go I arrived as a faithful wife Saturday
night at six when it started, I met her mother, a few of her
relatives and a friend of Becky’s who I’ll call Jane.
Other than Becky’s mother and aunt, Jane was older than
the rest of us in her late twenties to early thirties at the
time. She was tall, attractive and rich from getting a lot
of money through a divorce settlement. Unknown to anybody
Jane had rented a Limo for those of us who wanted to go bar
hopping later on. Since there was no stripper, it was mostly
just congratulatory girl talk with refreshments until
the party started to dwindle around eight o’clock. Of
the sixteen or seventeen of us left including Jane, fourteen
went for the Limo ride. Only one other girl of the fourteen
was married and because Wayne has since figured out who
is, but promised not to say anything, I’ll just change
her name to Emily who’s around five foot five with an accent
that sounds like she grew up in the south. She’s always
been funny and has the looks and a body that made guys drool.
Excluding Jane, Emily was also in her early to mid twenties
like the others including me at the time.

I think it was the third bar where things unfolded when Becky
went to the bathroom. I do know it was the last bar we went
to because while she was gone Jane scrambled to get the rest
of us outside.

“I’ll buy another round, and then the Limo is going
to my house for a male stripper, ” Jane said and some girls
started screaming their approval. “Listen up. Don’t
worry about tipping the stripper. I’ll give you money
for that. Also, I’ll give every girl who goes $100.00
and one of you will win $500.00 or $1, 000.00 on top of the
$100.00.”

Naturally the girls loved hearing that, but Lucky spoke
up saying, “I don’t want to go.”

“I don’t think I should go either, ” I said being
married.

That’s when even though she was married Emily looked
at me and said, “I’ll go if you go.”

“I don’t think I should, ” I replied.

“That’s fine, ” Jane said. “I’ll have the Limo
driver take anybody who doesn’t want to go back to their
cars after dropping the rest of us off at my house. Besides
it’ll just increase the other girls chances to win the
money, ” and then to tease us she went on to add, “But
the less of us that go the less fun it will be.”

“You’re not getting any younger, ” Emily said nudging
me. “I won’t tell on you if you don’t tell on me.”

Hearing her say that Jane said, “What happens at my house
stays at my house! Right girls?” After they all agreed
we hurried back inside before Becky came out wondering
where we went, but we were too late because she was walking
back from the bathroom probably wondering why we were all
coming in from outside. Handing one of the girls some money
to get another round Jane lied to Becky saying, “We just
wanted to tease you and make you think we all left without
you.” Then she went back outside apparently calling
the stripper. After downing our drinks, we were back in
the Limo traveling about ten miles away, pulling into an
upper class neighborhood where Jane lived.

“Why are we heading towards your house, ” Becky asked
apparently having been there before?

“You’ll find out, ” Jane replied, and luckily for
Lucky she changed her mind deciding on staying.

Going inside, her kitchen table was already set up with
soft drinks, liquor, beer and snacks and Jane said to help
ourselves as she walked around handing each of us a $100.00
bill. After Jane gave us all a shot to do a toast to Becky we
sat around for about a half hour getting more buzzed and
anxious for the stripper except for maybe Becky, but she
had to have an idea that stripper was coming.

When the doorbell rang, Jane answered going outside for
a minute before coming back in asking, “Who wants to win
a $1, 000.00?”

Naturally everybody including me screamed yes, even though
we had no clue of what the money was about. Then opening the
door again. the stripper walked in dressed as a fireman.
Built like a brick shit house, and damn good looking, he
was tanned with long blonde hair, rippling muscles, six
pack abs, just a small patch of chest hair, around thirty
years old and just over six feet tall.

“I heard there’s a girl here named Becky who needs her
fire put out, ” he announced.

One of the girls I didn’t know moved a chair to the middle
of the living room where the stripper put Becky over his
lap spanking her before turning on his boom box to perform
his strip tease. Emily was sitting beside me during his
routine, and once he pulled off his shirt she said, “We
should have been the ones giving Jane a $100.00 each.”

I laughed and agreed saying, “They broke the mold with
this guy.” He was a hunk that would have stood out anywhere.
I wasn’t sure, but as I was watching, it seemed like he
was looking our way an awful lot and I guess Emily noticed
it too because she mentioned it to me.

Once he took off his pants leaving him in only a g-string
showing a nice bulge there was blood curdling screams coming
from most of us. He was still entertaining Becky while Jane
went around handing each one of us a $20.00 bill saying,
“Use it to tip him.” She also had a hat, having each of
us pull out a piece of folded paper saying, “Remember
what number you get because it could be worth some big bucks.”

The way Jane carried herself and the look in her eye as Emily
and I pulled out our piece of paper seemed a little odd to
me, and I wondered if she was up to something.

“I hope I got the winning number because I’ll give him
the $1, 000.00 to fuck me, ” Emily joked. Or was she?

I laughed reminding her she was married to which she replied,
“Who cares?”

The more the evening went by and the more I watched Jane along
with the things she did and the way she carried herself,
the more I thought Emily may have been right that the winner
could fuck the stripper. Although I wouldn’t have minded
getting my brains fucked out by him, I was married with an
infant at home and wouldn’t dream of such a thing.
Well ok, I might dream about it, but I wasn’t about to fuck
him! Opening my piece of paper I was relieved I didn’t
get number one for whatever it was for. Mine was number seven.

Still in the middle of the floor with Becky the stripper
was grinding away all over her as the rest of us watched while
some laughed and screamed. Jane gave all of us another shot
before walking up to the chair handing Becky a bunch of bills
to stuff in his g-string and right away she started slowly
stuffing them in the back and sides of his g-string. However,
when he turned around to face her she only had a few left and
one by one she put her right hand inside his g-string with
her whole hand disappearing each time. Each time she did
it the girls were all hooting and hollering knowing she
was feeling up his privates with each bill.

After she was out of money, he finished out the song before
moving on to the rest of us. I watched as he took turns going
to each one of us and grabbed a breath mint out of my purse
in case he tried to kiss me when my turn came since he kissed
Becky on the mouth before letting her up.

One by one he put us in the chair and the first girl named Tammy
followed Becky’s lead by reaching in and feeling him
up when she put her twenty in his g-string. Next up was a girl
I knew from the bar named Jackie and before putting her twenty
in and also feeling him up we all laughed when she screamed,
“Anybody got twenty ones?”

When Emily’s turn came she pulled out his g-string far
enough to lean into him for a look inside while putting her
twenty in which caused the rest of us to scream our approval.
A few girls later he came to me and with every one of them reaching
in his g-string to cop a feel I figured what the hell. ‘Just
grabbing his dick won’t be that bad, ’ I thought. However,
I went inside his g-string from below grabbing his balls
and then let go of my twenty to grab his dick. Getting lost
in the moment I looked up smiling at him while getting my
first feel of another guys manhood other than Wayne’s
in four years. Obviously knowing my hand was wrapped around
his dick he smiled back at me while I squeezed it a few times
and the girls were cheering me on.

Once he was done with his rounds Jane had us all stand together
and again said, “What’s about to happen here stays
here. Right girls?”

They all screamed yes except for me because I didn’t know
if I was quite ready for whatever she was planning. Was he
going to get naked? A part of me hoped so, but I was afraid
of what might happen if he did. I was also wondering what
our numbers we’d drawn might have to do with it. Jane then
whispered something to one of the other girls who I didn’t
know and after telling us to line up side by side she looked
at him asking, “Are you ready?”

He said yes and we watched as Jane stood behind him grabbing
a hold of his g-string on both sides. She stood there for
a few seconds apparently on purpose to make us wonder if
she was going to pull it off in front of us or if she was teasing.
I had mixed emotions wanting to see him naked, but I was still
afraid of what Jane might have planned. The horny side of
me suddenly got my wish as the girl who Jane had whispered
to yelled out loud, “Now!”

Jane instantly jerked his g-string down leaving him naked
with the money falling to the floor. Since he was hard, it
pulled his dick down too, but it quickly sprung back up smacking
into his belly. With his hands at his side and his dick at
attention the girls all screamed in delight. Staring at
his dick a second later he caught me because when I looked
up he was smiling at me.

I’d seen strippers at bachelorette parties before,
but this was the first time I’d ever seen one get totally
naked. Naturally I looked at his dick a few more times noticing
it was a little bit longer than Wayne’s, but not any thicker.
If I had to guess, I’d say it was seven or eight inches long
and when he turned around as if to model for us I noticed he
had a great ass and no tan lines.

“Do you like what you see, ” Jane asked?

“Yes, ” everyone screamed, including me this time.

I laughed when Emily whispered in my ear saying, “I don’t
just like it! I fucking love it!”

Then I saw another girl who I didn’t know who I’ll call,
‘Tits, ’ from here on taking off her shirt and bra.
I’m not into looking at other girls tits, but I have to
admit she had a nice set of them and before I knew it most of
the girls were following suit including Emily and Jane.
“It looks like he needs some attention ladies, ” Jane
said grabbing his dick. “Should we help him make the swelling
go down?”

With us all being a little buzzed and screaming yes including
me, I did it mostly just out of excitement. Jane then looked
at me, Lucky and two other girls and asked, “Do you ladies
have something to hide?”

Noticing Lucky and the other two girls starting to remove
their blouse and bra I got caught up in the moment removing
mine too. Then standing there with thirteen other topless
girls and one naked stripper I thought to myself, ‘Now
what?’

Thanks for reading and don't forget to vote,

Mary

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