She Was There to Keep the Party Under Wraps, but Hers Soon Came Off

When my daughter Sally found out her fiancé, Lyle, was having a bachelor party a couple of nights before their wedding, she got pissed off, especially when she heard it was being held at a strip club that had a reputation for being kind of wild. Now, personally, I thought the whole thing about guys going nuts at bachelor parties was overblown, and I tried to reassure her about that, but she wouldn’t listen. In fact, she insisted that I secretly go to the club that night, so that if it looked like Lyle was going too far with any of the strippers, I could put a stop to things.

Now, of course, Lyle was an adult, and I couldn’t tell him what he could and couldn’t do, but explaining that to Sally wouldn’t have done any good. If I refused, there was no telling what drastic measures she might take, so I agreed. After all, I figured that just having one’s future mother-in-law on the premises would probably be enough to stop things from getting too wild.

I arrived at the club well before the party was to begin, taking a booth toward the back, where I’d be mostly out of sight but could still see the stage. While I waited for Lyle and his friends to show up, I purchased several drinks, downing them a bit faster than normal, since it was my first time in such a place, and I was the only unaccompanied woman there.

I was starting to feel a bit tipsy by the time Lyle showed up with his entourage. I had assumed they would sit next to the stage, but instead the hostess guided them toward one of the VIP rooms, where they would have some privacy. I cursed my luck. I tried figuring out some way of getting back there, but came up with nothing. I was about to leave when the hostess walked over and informed me that I had been invited to join the party. I felt heat rise to my cheeks. Evidently, Lyle had not only seen me, but he had figured out why I was there.

Well, since I was there to watch, I had no real choice but to accept the invitation. As I entered the room, the guys applauded good-naturedly, as though they were actually glad to see me. Lyle was alone at a small table, and he indicated that I should join him. I made myself as comfortable as I could, feeling self-conscious while he ordered me a drink from one of the waitresses, who was topless and had very large breasts.

As I sipped at the drink, Lyle made small talk with me. Now, Lyle is a real charmer, and very good-looking, and it wasn’t long before I was feeling relaxed and enjoying myself, as though I actually belonged there.

I was laughing and having a good time when a stripper came out, much to the delight of all the guys. She was a voluptuous blonde, and she obviously knew what she was doing as she shed her garments in a seductive manner, paying special attention to Lyle. While he was more restrained than the others, it was obvious that he enjoyed what he was seeing. I was a bit surprised to find that his interest in the woman made me feel a pang of jealousy, probably because he had been so attentive toward me up until then. This minor irritation caused me to finish my drink more quickly than I normally would.

The blonde stripper ended her act, and after a brief intermission, a second one came out and performed for Lyle’s benefit as well. This time I was most definitely annoyed at being ignored, so when the second one finished up, I informed Lyle that shaking your ass while taking off your clothing wasn’t so hard, and that I could do it as well. He looked at me in surprise and then said he would very much like to see that. At first I dismissed him, but then all the other guys started clapping and shouting out words of encouragement, urging me to demonstrate.

The alcohol, the cheers, and the fact that I wanted Lyle’s attention on me all combined to obliterate my inhibitions, not to say my better judgment. Before I could stop myself, I jumped up on the stage and began peeling off my clothing. My eyes were locked with Lyle’s as I tossed garment after garment toward him, until I was completely naked.

Lyle just sat there and watched me with hungry eyes, while his buddies hooted and hollered even harder than they had for the other women. Once I finished, I received a standing ovation, which made me feel better about my desirability and sexuality than I had in years. And it also turned me on something fierce: had I stayed on the stage any longer, I’m sure my pussy juice would have been dripping down my legs.

As I returned to my seat, Lyle complimented me on my performance, saying it definitely rivaled that of the other girls. When I went to pick up my clothing, he suggested I remain as I was, pointing out that since he had already seen all I had to offer, it really didn’t make any difference if I wore anything or not. Well, that did seem to make sense, and the truth is that I was proud to show off my body in a way I’d never been before. So I did as he suggested and sat down with him again at the small table, our legs touching and rubbing together.

The next stripper was a buxom redhead. The guys cheered for her, too, though not as loudly as they had for me. As her act began, Lyle slipped his arm around my shoulders. I started to say something in protest, but it came out as a purr. As the redhead removed her top and began playing with her breasts, Lyle’s hand slid down and cupped one of my mine. Damn, it felt good, especially the way his fingers tweaked my nipple. When the stripper removed her bottom and started playing with her pussy, his other hand slipped between my legs and did the same with me.

Yes, I know I should have stopped things, but I was running seriously hot, and to be lusted after by this young stud was more than I could resist. So I found myself giving in to temptation, even parting my legs slightly to give his fingers more room to move. By the time the girl onstage was pretending to reach a climax, I actually did!

Once I came down from my orgasm and looked around, I saw that this club’s reputation was well earned; a couple of the waitresses were on their knees, blowing some of the guys. Even Lyle had his dick out, and let me tell you, it was quite a whopper, one of the largest I had ever seen.

Well, since it seemed inevitable that he was going to get sucked off anyway, and since Sally had made me promise not to let any strippers near him, there seemed only one logical thing to do. I leaned over and wrapped my lips around his thick hunk of meat.

Lyle groaned and ran his hands through my hair as I started to suck him eagerly. I hadn’t craved a cock that much since I was Lyle’s age! Let’s just say I knew a thing or two about blowjobs, and in no time at all he was releasing a huge load down my gullet.

As I raised my head I saw that we had become the center of attention, with all the guys applauding us. In my state of wild abandon, I was now more turned-on than ever, and I made a production of licking my lips for the benefit of the crowd, which elicited even more cheers.

I kept my hand wrapped around Lyle’s cock, working it up and down so that it wouldn’t go too soft. By the time the next stripper came on, he was fully hard once more. I was fired up again, and this time I needed more than the taste of sperm on my lips to satisfy my lust. I straddled Lyle’s lap, facing him so that he was looking at my breasts instead of at the bimbo onstage, and slowly impaled myself on his organ, eventually getting the entire thing in. He stretched me more widely and filled me more deeply than my husband ever had. My daughter was one lucky girl, I thought, if she was getting stuffed with this on a regular basis!

Once I had Lyle all the way in, I began bouncing up and down on his lap. He moaned in approval while I did all the work, savoring the sensation of my pussy wrapped around his manhood. I was very vocal, cooing and telling him how wonderful his cock felt. It wasn’t just talk either, as I came in no time at all, and a hell of a lot harder than usual.

As I rested on Lyle’s lap, he went after my breasts, licking and sucking them voraciously. I couldn’t help getting worked up again; my hips took on a life of their own, and I began to bounce even more wildly than before, bringing myself to a second climax. This time Lyle came, too, unleashing quite a load into my spasming pussy. God, he had a lot of sperm, and in the state I was in, I was determined to drain him of every drop.

I finally rose from Lyle’s lap and sat next to him again. The stripper, now totally naked, offered to give him a lap dance, but he told her he’d rather see her dance for me!

I guess gender didn’t matter to the girl, as she didn’t hesitate a moment before gyrating her pelvis right in front of me, showing off her clean-shaven pussy. After doing that for a while, she turned and started shaking her butt in my face. Lyle urged me to run my hands over her backside. What is it with guys seeing women touch each other? I was a little hesitant at first, but soon I was enjoying the feel of the girl’s firm, rounded flesh under my hands.

When she turned around again and shook her breasts in my face, the guys started urging me to suck her tits. Again I figured why not, and began licking and sucking at them the way Lyle had done to mine earlier. I felt her nipples harden like bullets as I lavished attention upon them.

I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised when she straightened up and replaced her tits with her pelvis, rubbing her crotch against my face. I didn’t need any encouragement this time as I buried my face in her pussy and lapped away. The guys were cheering as loudly as ever, and despite my relative inexperience, my stripper was really into it, as she proved by finally coming all over my face.

This spectacle now had Lyle all worked up for another performance of his own. He picked me up and carried me to the stage, putting me on my back, spreading my legs wide, and burying himself inside me up to the hilt. Then he started giving me what I can only describe as the most outstanding fuck ever. I’m not kidding! My legs were actually flailing in the air as he pounded away like a maniac, and I came so often I didn’t know which way was up. Since he had popped twice before, he had some real stamina and fucked me for what felt like forever. When he announced that he was coming, his buddies let out a roar of approval, and I shouted out as I came myself.

When he finally pulled out, I was left lying supine on the stage, totally exhausted. I’m proud to say that Lyle didn’t look much better. He informed me that that had been perhaps the best fuck of his life, and that I had made it a night to remember. I surely knew I was going to remember it!

The party broke up soon after that, and I went home. Sally was waiting up for me and demanded to know what had happened.

I told her quite truthfully that I had made sure that Lyle had never so much as touched any of the strippers or the waitresses at that place. That seemed to satisfy her, and she went to bed happy.

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