Written by Victoria Vain (Podcast Available)

“Sex with the wife hasn’t been what it used to be before we got married” Ben thought to himself. She used to tease me and put on a slinky nightie after we put the kids to bed. Now she just slips on a t-shirt with a pair of boy shorts and slides into bed with her back to me. Every night I will slide up next to her and spoon, pulling her ass into me, hoping she will have a little mercy on me and let me slide her shorts down and put my cock in from the back. That’s what our sex has become. Me just trying to get a little pussy from the back while she lays on her side pretending it feels good by occasionally giving me a little “mmmm”, and wiggling her behind.

So this morning after making the coffee and sending the kids out the door with their pop tarts like he does every work day, Ben suggests to his wife, “hun, you haven’t been out with Brandi in months and being that she is going through a divorce in all I’m sure she is available for a night out at one of those male strip clubs down town Kansas City. Uh, why the hell would you want me to go to a strip club? She said to him while smirking and amused. Well, Ben said, I’ve heard of women getting all excited after and coming home and jumping their husband. “hahaha” she exclaimed! I don’t know about that but I do need to call her and see how she is doing.

That Friday afternoon Marcie, Ben’s wife mentions to him when walking in the door from the office “hey, I called Brandi and she’s going to Raoul’s Velvet room tonight and she is really nervous, she wants me to go. And you did suggest I needed a night out so I was thinking I would go with her. Woe! Ben thought to himself, not the gold-digger bar down the street. Raoul’s in Overland Park is a renowned gold-digger hangout. There are only two kinds of older women that go there; recently divorce d women looking for their next victim and married vixens looking to score a younger man.

That evening while getting in a little O’Reilly factor you watch as she zips past you several times. Each time she goes by you smell that perfume that you can’t recall her wearing in the past two years. “It’s almost 10 Hun,” she replies, “We planned to meet at the club door at 10”. She leans into his chair and gives him a big kiss and then quickly walks out the door. There she goes, he think thinks to himself. I just single handedly sent my wife off to one of the most vicious meet markets in Johnson County. Fuck! Why did I bring up the fucking strip club idea?

Brandi and Marcie meet at the club door and the crowd is already picking up. Well polished Harley-Davidsons are all in a perfect line just like they are every Friday night. Road in by the local yuppie business men who work hard all week long so they can finally take their pride and joy out to show what a weekend rebel they are. Single file Marcie and Brandi weave into the line and through the door blending in perfect harmony with 30 other short skirt Vixens sporting a coach clutch or a Loui Canvas Milla Pochette.

Brandi and Marcie quickly find a spot at the bar and order an Aqua Velvet Martini for Marcie and a Lemon drop Martini for Brandi. Before they get their drinks Brandi is already laughing and talking to an older man sitting next to us who generously offers to pay for our drinks. It’s a well known fact that once Brandi gets in predator mode she takes no prisoners. Marcie swings around in her stool and crosses her legs as to get settled in for a long night of watching Brandi make her moves on what she hopes to be her next husband.

15 minutes go by and Marcie is feeling a little tipsy from her aqua velvet martini. She looks to her left to see Brandi with her head cocked back laughing from this dudes lame jokes. Suddenly 3 jocks walk up and stand directly above her. Marcie sitting on the stool with her legs crossed and her skirt lying delicately on the upper half of her thigh. What’s your name sexy, one of the young men say? “Marcie” she replies with a sparkling smile. She’s tickled that guys who are much younger than her are staring at her like she is a single hot chick. Marcie blushes and looks down at her glass and then realizes, “Shit! I forgot to put my ring on when I got out of the shower” she thought to herself. Not to be an obvious amateur she looks up, smiles and say’s “what’s up?” “Nothing,” one of them replies. “We stay in the dorms at Lawrence during the week and go to KU. I’m just home for the weekend to stay with family.” “So you like to dance?” the tall brown eyed handsome one say. “Sure” Marcie replied, “I love to dance!” One of the guys grab her glass and they all four walk to the back room. Marcie looks back to see if Brandie is okay and Brandie is so wrapped up in her next score she doesn’t even notice her leaving.

They all find a spot not far away from the dance floor in the back room where it is much more dimly lit and there are people all around lounging in velvet couches, holding their glasses and doing the yuppie “how are you?” and back slapping each other. Marcie never found that part of going out to be very impressive. She was always the wild one who loved to party till the bar closed and then fuck the hottest guy in the club after. She loved the hedonistic dirty dancing and necking while on the dance floor. Getting her pussy licked in the women’s bathroom was not uncommon for her on a good night at a club. That was before she met Ben. “Ben is a good guy” she thought to herself just now. Marcie’s mind was racing with thoughts of the good ole days. “I can’t believe I’m here!” I loved this when I was younger. I’m just as sexy at these 22 year old chic’s and I know I’m a better dancer also.

Marcie finishes her third Martini and slams the glass on the table. “So did you want to dance or you just here to sit and drink? Up jumps the more aggressive, tall and handsome one out of the group, grabs her by the waist and says let’s go! Marcie and her new friend Blake are now dancing and having fun. Marcie’s mind is racing. She has completely released all inhibitions and has made a conscious decision to be single, young and irresponsible for the night.

The song finishes and a slow song starts, she turns to walk off the dance floor and Blake grabs her hand and wisps her around. He wants to dance to the slow song, she realized. She quickly walks into his arms and starts dancing close and slow. “Fuck it” she thinks to herself. “I want to score tonight.” They begin kissing while his hands go up her skirt. His hands wrapped around each of her ass cheeks and her hand is stroking his cock over the jeans. Marcie looks up and even though her voice is drowned out by the music she lips very clear to him very clearly “lets fuck”.

Marcie grabs his strong hand and starts weaving him through the crowd and past her friend Brandie. Brandi glances at Marcie and her new friend walking past and Marcie puts her index finger to her lips and whispers a “Shhhhhhh”. Brandi squints her eyes in a half drunken dismay and says “Oh!” Then twirls around in her stool to continue her conversation.

Ben at home has been a little bit nervous. He knows Marcie used to be a good time girl but after the kids she mainly just focused on family. “I know Marcie wouldn’t cheat on me” Ben thought to himself as he walked into the bathroom to take a wiz. Marcie was quite the party girl he thought. She used to love to fuck in public after getting drunk. That was her thing. God, she was a bad girl Ben thought. “Fuck! I can’t pee.” Ben whispered under his breath. He dick got hard thinking about old times. Finally after repeating to himself several times “dead puppies, dead puppies, dead puppies,” his wood went down.

After washing his hands he grabs the wash cloth to dry them and he spots something fly out of the cloth and land on the floor. Ben bends down to pick it up and suddenly realizes its Marcie’s wedding ring. “What the hell?” Why would Marcie’s wedding ring be wrapped up in a wash cloth on the sink? Now a complete and utter feeling of insecurity comes over Ben as he walks into the kitchen to grab his cell. Ben quickly calls Marcie’s cell. Marcie’s phone begins to ring. Marcie has her cell in her handbag but lets it roll to voicemail. Pushed up against the door of her Beemer, her legs spread wide. Making out with Blake and their tongues in each other’s mouth, he dry humps her with his cock out of his pants and drenching her panties from her pussy juices. Marcie reaches into her hand bag and powers down her blackberry.

Ben starts thinking to himself, “Stop! It gets really noisy at Raoul’s and she probably didn’t even hear it ring. Ben calmly calls her back to leave a voice mail to ask her how her night is going. This time it rolls straight to voice mail. “Oh hell no!” Ben said while looking at his phone. Ben slips on his Birkenstocks over his work socks then peaks his head into the kids room to make sure they are sound asleep. He goes into the garage to start the car but worried his kids will wake up when the car starts he decides just to ride his bike there instead. “Raoul’s is just four blocks away” Ben thinks to himself. I can burn off some steam and just check on her real quick. Ben goes to grab his bike and realizes he has a flat on the front wheel. “Shit!” he whispers under his breath. He realizes the pump will take too long to find so he grabs Marcie’s pink beach cruiser and takes off.

Ben arrives to the shopping center where Raoul’s is at. Riding past two girls that are walking to Burger King they say “Nice ride, is your Harley in the shop?” giggling as he rides by. “It sure is!” He barks back at them a little out of breath from riding a beach cruiser so fast for four blocks. Ben trolls the parking lot weaving through the import cars, SUV’s and Harleys. There’s her Beemer, I could tell her Beemer from the other 20 in the parking lot that look just like hers. Not only does hers have a nice polish on it that I have done for her every Sunday afternoon but hers is the only one that is blue and has a bumper sticker that says, “My child is an honor student”. Ben slowly rolls in between her Beemer and the Escalade parked next to the driver’s side and peers into the car.

“Oh my fucking God!” Ben gasps under his breath as he looks into the car. Marcie is in the back seat with her head pushed against the passenger door getting monkey fucked by well built dude with his pants at his boots. Ben stood there for a second watching him thrust his cock in Marcie with her legs straight in the air and her heels were piercing the head board of the car. This guy wasn’t letting up. Ben noticed. He just kept fucking her. Reaching down and grabbing her ass cheeks, spreading them, opening his legs he started fucking her deep. Ben watched in surprise how he kept driving it deep in her and his balls were slapping against her ass. This guy has at least 8 inches of solid cock, Ben noticed as he pulled it out then rammed it back in her.

“This is what my life has become” Ben thought to himself. Standing here with a pink bicycle between my legs in a stupid pair of fucking Birkenstocks watching my wife get monkey fucked in the back seat of a car I bought her. Life can’t get any worse than this. Suddenly Ben noticed something, the “Oh” sound. In perfect rhythm, just like he remember from 5 years ago. “Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh.” Marcie moaned. The sound Marcie would make when she was going to cum. Ben suddenly felt his cock swell. Ben had full wood bulging his pants straight out. Strangely enough the best erotic feeling he has had in the past year is witnessing his drunken wife working on an orgasm by a stranger in the back seat of her car.

Ben started looking around while reaching into his pants. The area they were in was for the most part covered. Ben leaned the bike against the Escalade behind him and started stroking his cock with every thrust the young Bull would put into his wife. Marcie kept on with the “Oh” noise in perfect rhythm. Ben was so turned on with each stroke that he had the head of his cock pressed against the back passenger glass on the verge of Cumming.

Marcie’s moaning was getting louder and louder and it was obvious they were about to cum. The bull fucking her began Cumming inside her and she started Cumming also by the sound of her “Oh.” When Ben saw the cream dripping out of her pussy and off the Bull’s cock as he pulled out and dropped it on the seat Ben just exploded jizz all over the window. Ben’s cum hit the window so hard it startled Blake and Marcie. They both looked around and saw the lower half of Ben standing there, holding his cock with cum dripping down the window.

Blake, thinking some fucking wanker was watching them yelled, “I’m going to kick your fucking ass you pervert!” as he started pulling his pants up. Ben quickly mounted his wife’s pink beach cruiser and sped off before Blake could even get out of the car. Marcie, confused not knowing who the hell was watching them gets dressed and starts primping and grooming herself before she goes home. Marcie slides her wet panties back on and kisses Blake good bye. Blake gives her his number and hopes they can meet up again.

Back home Marcie parks the car and walks into the dark bedroom where her husband Ben is lying sound but not asleep. Marcie strips naked, still tipsy but feeling really excited and relaxed gets into bed with Ben. Ben lying next to Marcie just can’t be quite anymore. Ben rolls toward her and gets between her legs. He puts his mouth into her still wet pussy and starts licking her clean. Sucking and licking every drop of cum out of her Ben is rock hard again wanting to fuck his wife. Marcie, so excited about her devilish evening pulls Ben into her and they fuck long and hard.