1. The Topless Club


    Date: 6/15/2017, Categories: Group Sex, Author: mranonymous7, Source: LushStories

    I smiled at Marie, who had barely thawed even after a nice steak and lobster dinner and three glasses of wine at her favorite seafood restaurant, Red Lobster. Apparently she was going to remain pissed about the whole lying/topless club situation. I was swearing under my breath when a red light forced me to stop right beneath the garish lights of Ecstasy’s Gentlemen’s Club. The flashing neon sign declared ‘Live Girls’ with blinking arrows pointing down at the gleaming pink outline of a naked woman. “Have you been in there?” Marie demanded in a voice that told me the ice had been thawed, and quickly, by another molten blast of rage. “Yes!” I snapped. “Not recently, though.” “Not recently. As in not in the past two weeks since you were busted, you mean?” “Oh come on.” I yelled. “I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d react just like this. Going to topless clubs with the guys is no big fucking deal. It’s what guys do, okay? I’m not fucking them, I’m just looking. Just like you enjoy looking at the men on that stupid show you can’t miss every Thursday night.” “The guys on that show don’t climb out of the television and wave their dicks in my face for a couple of dollar bills,” she shouted. I glared but said nothing, because frankly, she had a point there. “Can we fucking drop this? I already told you I won’t go any more. I didn’t ask you out tonight just so we could rehash this goddamn argument.” “I’m just trying to understand,” she said in a tone she probably thought sounded ... ‘reasonable.’ But all it did was succeeded in pissing me off even more. “You’re trying to understand?” I repeated in a deceptively soft tone but more in the form of a question. “Yes,” she said adamantly. I turned right and pulled quickly into the parking lot beneath the multicolored signs advertising beer. “Fine,” I said as I pulled into an empty slot, “Then come on inside and maybe you can understand better.” Her mouth dropped open in shock. ”Are you crazy? I can’t go in there.” “Of course you can. I’ve seen women in strip clubs plenty of times.” Well, not plenty of times, but on more than one occasion. And most of them weren’t even lesbians. “James, this is stupid. Let’s just go home.” “No, Marie. You said you wanted to understand, so come inside and put your money where your mouth is.” I grinned evilly, knowing she could never resist a challenge. With a curse, she flung the car door open so hard I thought it would tear the hinges off. “Fine, damn you. Let’s go see what’s so goddamn exciting that you’re willing to lie to me for it.” I scowled and plucked the keys from the ignition as she slammed the door hard enough to rock the car on its springs. I felt a twinge of guilt about lying to her about going to play poker at Ben’s whenever the guys felt like going ‘stripathoning’ as they called it. For all of Marie’s kinky hijinks in the bedroom, she was pretty conservative, which meant that porn magazines and strippers were taboo… verboten...forbidden. I locked the car doors and ...
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