We had been married for three years. My husband was an awesome lover, and when we first started having sex, he would tell me stories to make me so hot I would fuck a snake, and they were always about me. At first, they were me having sex with cocks in all my holes and other places, but after we got married, he gradually changed them to include other women, then just women.

We would watch lesbian porn, and he would make me tell him all about the tits and pussies in the movies and what I would do to them if they were there. He did it so subtly over time that by the time we watched the lesbian porn, I was primed to enjoy it and get hotter than hell watching it.

I didn’t know it at the time, but his whole intent was to get me in bed with another woman, and I sure didn’t realize it then, but it was working. I started looking at other women, wondering what it would be like to hold their naked bodies against mine, and then I started wondering what it would be like to taste a pussy other than mine, which I tasted every time I gave him a blow job because he always took it out of my pussy and put it in my mouth when I blew him.

Then it happened. I was in a McDonald’s at lunch, and I saw this red-haired beauty come in, and my pussy got soaking wet from just looking at her.

She was dressed in skin-tight shorts with a low-cut halter top, which really showed her tits off, and I wanted to run over to her and rip her clothes off so bad, I almost touched myself in public. I was so glad I had worn a skirt that day as my pussy juice was leaking onto my thighs, and if I had shorts on, there would have been a huge wet spot for the world to see.

I was the last one in the line I was in, and she came right over and stood behind me. I could smell her, and she smelled so good, I thought my pussy was going to explode. Then she asked me if I had been waiting long. I turned to talk to her, and it took all my resolve not to pull her into my body and tear her clothes off.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, but did manage to hold a conversation with her as we waited. When I got my order, I had to leave to get back to work, but she told me she was a dancer, gave me a card where she was dancing, and in a very sexy voice, told me I should come see her because she thought I would really like it; she danced topless. On my walk back to work, I wanted to put my hands on my pussy so bad, I thought I would go crazy until I touched my blazing hot cunt.

I couldn’t do anything until I got home, though, and when my husband walked in, I grabbed him and hustled him into the bedroom, while telling him all about my little adventure. When I told him about the effect she had on me and asked him if it was alright to feel like I did, he buried his cock in my pussy and made me tell him every little detail, which got me hotter than any story ever did.

While he was riding my pussy into fuck heaven, he told me that we were going to go see her dance tonight and he would dress me for the occasion. I was so happy that he wasn’t mad or upset that I got sexually aroused by another woman; we had the best fuck of our lives. We ate, showered, and he dressed me like he said he would, no bra or thong, black stockings stay-ups, and a low-cut short dress that you could see through if the light was right.

I couldn’t believe he dressed me like that; normally, he doesn’t want anybody to see any part of me but him, and now I was dressed so I would be on display. I was very nervous about this whole thing, but my husband kept telling me how beautiful I was and that the dancer was going to cream her jeans when she saw me.

By the time we got there, it was late, and the club was closing in less than an hour, a stupid local law, twelve o’clock closing time, but she was on stage dancing, and all she had on was a G-string, and my pussy flooded so much, I think there was a puddle on the floor. God, she was beautiful and sexy with very large, dark pink nipples and areola, just like I had come to like them.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and my husband led me to an up-front table so we would be close to her. I never looked around and didn’t realize there were only two other women in the place, which, as it turned out, was a god send. She saw me, smiled, and mouthed “ glad you made it” and spent the next ten minutes dancing for me, including running her tongue over her lips, which made my cunt do flip-flops.

When she was finished dancing, she pointed to a door and got off stage, walking towards the door. My husband asked if I was going to just sit there or go keep her company, and when I asked if it would bother him, he had this funny smile on his face and told me to go for it. I got up, walked to the door, saw it was the ladies’ room, and walked in to find her standing there totally naked.