MY 30TH BIRTHDAY PARTY

It was my 30th birthday and we were going out with 
family and friends to celebrate. My wife had packed the 
kid off with my in-laws for the night, and we were 
ready to go out and enjoy ourselves.

We made it to the bar for 8pm and met up with my 
friends, family and coworkers. It was a great night and 
I was feeling no pain. At one point, I got up to go to 
the washroom, and as I passed the bar, I saw a familiar 
face. 

A month back, I took my wife to a strip club for the 
first time and bought a lap dance from the prettiest 
girl in the joint. And then we bought a second from 
April again, as my wife really enjoyed the first. April 
really seemed to like us too, which turned us both on 
to no end. When we got home that night, we imagined 
what it would be like to fuck her silly, and we both 
had the best sex of our lives.

Well there, standing at the bar was April, the girl who 
had given us a lap-dance. Being a little drunk, I 
brazenly walked up to her and asked if she remembered 
me. She smiled and nodded and said "You’re the guy who 
brought his wife in, and got a hard on as I was dancing 
for her." 

"You got me pegged."

"Is your wife here with you?" she asked. I said yes and 
pointed over to the group of friends, family and 
coworkers. She smiled again and said that she often has 
guys bring in their wives, but none ever got so 
obviously horny like I did. It turned her on, to know 
that she turned us on. I asked who she was there with. 
She said she had been there on a date, but the guy 
bolted shortly after he found out she was a stripper – 
apparently most guys can’t handle what she does.

"Well, why don’t you come over and join us?" I asked. 

She agreed to join us, and walked over to where my 
friends and family were gathered. I introduced her as 
an old friend and my wife’s jaw dropped, but she 
recovered before anyone saw her and greeted April like 
a long-lost friend. 

April doesn’t look like a stripper; at least not in her 
street clothes. She was dressed sensibly and had little 
makeup on. Luckily, she had no piercings and therefore 
looked like anyone else who works an office job. She is 
5"8 with long dirty-blonde hair and big blue eyes and 
freckles – kind of the girl next door look.

When my grandmother asked April how she knew me, April 
kept her cool and said we went to university together. 
That seemed to satisfy everybody. The tension visibly 
drained out of my wife’s face. 

April continued to amaze Heather and I at the way she 
interacted with people. It’s hard to believe that just 
one month ago, she was rubbing her cunt within one inch 
of my wife’s face, and playing with her nipples as her 
body swayed to the music in the dark room of the strip 
club. I was getting hard again just thinking about it, 
and my wife had a queer look in her eye too.

At one point, my wife Heather excused herself to go to 
the bathroom. It didn’t escape my notice that she 
looked at April before leaving, and shortly afterwards, 
April excused herself too. I got up with some excuse 
about picking a song from the jukebox, and made my way 
back to the jukebox, and the washrooms. 

Inside the washroom, I could hear Heather’s voice ask 
April what she was doing there. April responded and 
they had some more muffled conversation. Then a woman 
was walking past me into the washroom and as the door 
swung shut, I could see Heather and April talking in 
the reflection of the mirror.

When the woman came out of the washroom, I could see in 
the mirror again that Heather and April were actually 
darting into a stall – together! I looked around 
quickly and saw nobody watching, so I silently snuck 
into the women’s washroom.

I could hear a bit of commotion and some muffled 
moaning. Then some slurping noises as my wife was 
obviously kissing (or being kissed by) the stripper. My 
cock was rock hard but I didn’t want to get too close, 
or be discovered, so I ducked into an adjacent stall 
and silently closed the door. I got settled and 
listened to the sexy sounds of my wife messing around 
with the stripper. 

It soon became apparent that April was fingering my 
wife, for I could hear the familiar sounds of her 
enjoying herself. It was so sexy and I wanted to jerk 
off, but was too afraid of being discovered, so I 
suffered in silence as I listened to my wife’s ecstatic 
moans. 

Just then a group of women came into the washroom. 
Judging by the voices, it sounded like Amy and Bridget, 
two girls who worked in HR at my company. I listened to 
them prattle on mindlessly about stuff, praying to god 
that they would not try my door. Luckily they were just 
in the washroom to check their make up. 

When they left, my wife said they had better get back 
to the party before I missed them. I could hear some 
commotion, then they opened the stall door and left the 
washroom. Or at least I thought so. When I stepped out 
of my stall, April was checking her hair in the mirror. 
She smiled at me again. 

She slowly walked towards me, and pressed me back 
against the stall door. She raised a pair of fingers to 
my nose, and I could smell my wife’s delicious odour on 
them. I licked them clean, while she rubbed my cock 
through my jeans with her other hand. She kissed me 
deeply for a moment then stopped, went back to the 
mirror to finish checking her hair, then told me to get 
out – she would see me later.

I left the washroom and made my way back to the table. 
I sat down next to Heather, who looked a bit shell 
shocked, but was also squirming in her seat. I put my 
hand on her leg underneath the table, and slid it up 
her thigh. She jumped a bit and looked me in the eye 
with pure lust. I slid my hand up further and rubbed 
the inside of her thigh, close to her panties. It was 
so hot down there. I touched her panties. Very wet!

She spread her legs and I rubbed around her soaked 
panty-clad cunt. My grandmother tried to engage her in 
conversation and she was doing her best, but Heather 
was also suffering under my ministrations. At this 
point April came back to the table and sat in the booth 
on the other side of my wife. 

I soon felt April’s hand join mine under the table, and 
we both started rubbing Heather’s wet slit through her 
panties. This was too much for me to take! I came in my 
jeans right there. Luckily, I can come quietly, and I 
don’t think I made any funny faces. 

Heather then leaned over to me, and told me to fake 
sick, she needed to get out of here. I did as she 
requested and stood up, then kind of stumbled and 
"fell". April and Heather rushed to help me get up and 
I announced that I was drunk and needed to get home. My 
dad offered to drive, but we politely refused saying we 
were too far out of his way and that a cab would be a 
good thing to puke in etc.

I got outside and realised that April was still under 
my one arm. Heather joined us outside and the three of 
us hopped in a cab and headed to our house. It was 
obvious that we wanted to fuck each other and the 
cabbie wore a smirk as he watched my wife and I rub 
April’s tits through her shirt. 

We got to our home, paid the cabbie and went inside. 
Once inside, I told the ladies to sit down while I 
fixed us a drink. When I came out from the kitchen, the 
two of them were sitting on the sofa groping and 
kissing each other passionately. I settled into the 
armchair to watch.

I used the remote to turn on the radio and watched as 
April stripped my wife of her blouse, peeled off her 
skirt and removed her shoes. She then helped my wife 
out of her bra and panties. My wife’s tits flopped into 
view and April immediately went to work sucking on her 
funbags. I watched, mesmerised as this sexy woman 
seduced my wife on our sofa.

The Jack by AC/DC came on the radio and April stood up 
and told us she often danced to this song. April then 
came over to me and started removing her clothes in a 
slow striptease. She leaned over and whispered that she 
got horny when she saw Heather and I at the bar, 
remembering our wanton lust when she stripped for us at 
the club. "But there are rules that prevent touching 
there. I assume you don’t have any of those kind of 
rules here."

"No, no rules at all."

"Good, then go sit over there by your sexy wife, and 
let me give you the lap dance you deserve."

I joined my wife on the sofa and started caressing her 
right tit. Meanwhile, April started undressing me. When 
she removed my pants and saw my sticky underwear she 
smirked briefly, then removed them. She held them up to 
her face, sniffing my come. Then she threw them aside. 

Standing up, April removed her top, slid down her jeans 
and held out one foot at a time to each of us to get 
her shoes off her feet. The top came off next and her 
glorious tits sprung free – no bra. The panties were 
slowly peeled off as she did a little peep show and 
played hide and seek with her hands. I looked over at 
Heather and saw her eyes again riveted to April’s bald 
pussy. 

I watched as April slid one finger into her cunt, her 
hips writhing and bucking in time with the music. She 
removed the finger and said that this is what she 
really wants to do at the club. She brought her wet 
digit to my wife’s nose, and I watched while my wife 
sniffed it, then licked it clean. Then it was my turn. 
April’s pussy had a musky odour to it and tasted pretty 
good.

April slowly danced for us, teasing us, touching us. We 
touched each other. We touched her. At one point April 
lowered herself onto my erect cock and started riding 
me while Heather licked her bouncing titties. Again 
this was too much and I came deep inside April’s pussy.

April climbed off of my cock and started licking it 
clean, her ass high up in the air. My wife moved behind 
her and started licking my come from her dripping slit. 
It was amazing to watch and my cock got hard, partly 
from the erotic site, and partly because April was 
giving my cock light licks and sticking her tongue in 
the piss slit.

I traded places with my wife and dove for April’s muff, 
while April leaned over and started eating my wife’s 
cunt. Heather came massively several times on April’s 
talented tongue. I was enjoying licking her hot twat, 
but wanted more. I was ready to fuck again so I stood 
up and had Heather turn over. I fucked her missionary 
style while April sat on her face. We all had a good 
come again and fell asleep. 

In the morning we awoke and April was gone, but she 
left a couple VIP passes to her club on the kitchen 
table with a note that told us to come to the club any 
time near closing, and she would make sure to share a 
cab home with us.