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*********** My expectations of The Gentlemen's Lounge are quite low: sleazy, cheap and disposable entertainment that only appeals to simple-minded, red-blooded males fueled by testosterone. Instead, The Gentlemen's Lounge turns out to be sophisticated, elegant, and classy.*********** The dark, calm, and subdued atmosphere of the club immediately appeals to me, despite the dark reason as to why I am present here. The sexy, catchy hip-hop tune plays over the speakers as my gaze roams over the scantily clad beautiful women that are flirting with potential customers. Most of the clientele make up men, of course, especially since it's a Thursday night.*I'm definitely receiving some intrigued glances my way. Even though I am not as revealing as the dancers, I am wearing a leopard print dress with a sexy, elegant pair of three-inch heels that elongate my smooth, long legs. The leopard print dress does a good job of highlighting my small yet perky breasts that are further accentuated by the black push up bra that I have on. Along with my smoky black eyeshadow and crimson matte lipstick, I definitely look like the vivacious vixen that comes out after the sun sets to seduce and conquer. Not my usual self at all but a woman that is easy to play the part of since I've always harbored this secret fantasy of visiting a gentleman's club on my own.************ How will I know that she's the one? I ask myself this question as I slowly meander my way to the main lounge area. The moment I see her, though, I know deep in my gut that she's the woman that my husband is infatuated with. She resembles an ethereal goddess with her long, straight raven hair, light tan skin and luscious, inviting curves. I immediately sense her otherworldly sensual aura and to my complete surprise, she turns around and rests her gaze directly on me.*********** *quot;Hola, hermosa,*quot; she says in a sexy, demure voice. *quot;You're too gorgeous to be on your own. Where is your boyfriend hiding?*quot;*********** I expect to feel rage and utter contempt for this stranger, someone who is just merely doing her job and sustaining for herself. My gaze wanders over her luscious, Latin curves and I cannot deny the visceral, primal reaction that I am having toward her.*********** *quot;It's my first time here,*quot; I quietly say. *quot;I'm a little nervous.*quot;*********** *quot;Oh, baby doll.*quot; Her eyes glimmer with excitement and intrigue. *quot;No need to be nervous. I will happily get you a drink. What would you like?*quot;*********** A tiny smile grows on my lips as my tense body relaxes. *quot;A Long Island Iced Tea would be great.*quot;*********** *quot;I'll be right back, beautiful.*quot;*********** Bostancı Escort How am I supposed to confront her when she is being so sweet and kind to me? And what if Bryant comes tonight while I am still here? Despite the lavish mask and black straight wig that I have on, I doubt it will be enough to fool my husband. Or will it?*********** When she returns with my cocktail, I thank her and take a grateful long gulp of the exquisite drink. If I'm going to enjoy this, I might as well do it drunk, so I don't stop drinking until the cocktail is gone. After I place the empty glass on the table, I set my heady gaze on her until I cannot wait any longer.*********** *quot;Dance on me, beautiful,*quot; I say as I take out a few crisp twenty-dollar bills.*********** Her eyes don't even drift away from my face, completely disregarding the large amount of money that I have set aside just for her.*********** *quot;I'll dance on you for free,*quot; she whispers into my ear as she carefully straddles me. *quot;You are so beautiful. You must have a boyfriend. Women like you are never single.*quot;*********** Anger forces my throat to tighten as I think of my husband frequenting this establishment nearly every Friday. I can't even remember the last time we passionately fucked until our bodies were slick with sweat and my cunt throbbed from the primal sex that we both enjoyed. When did my husband stop lusting after me?*********** *quot;Boyfriend problems,*quot; she firmly says. *quot;You don't have to say a word. Let me distract you, then, baby girl. I hate seeing you sad.*quot;*********** All of my sadness and anger dissipates as I focus on this beautiful, sensual woman dancing on me. She smells amazing, like lilacs with a hint of sandalwood. My entire body relaxes as I gently roam my hands all over her supple, tan skin, savoring the undeniable connection that we are both experiencing. My gaze immediately falls down to her supple, full breasts that are barely covered by the black silky bra that she has on and I'm tempted to touch them, squeeze them lightly as she grinds on me.*********** *quot;Do you...never mind,*quot; I quickly restrain myself.*********** *quot;Tell me, beautiful. It won't offend me.*quot;*********** *quot;Do you allow your breasts to be touched?*quot;*********** She skims her petal soft lips over my sensitive bare neck and forces a sharp gasp from me when she darts her tongue out to lick my soft, pale skin.*********** *quot;With women, yes. And you can do more if you want, hermosa.*quot;*********** Adrenaline thrums through me as her suggestive words register in my tipsy, lust filled brain. I slowly bring my hands to her Bostancı Escort Bayan warm, full mounds and lightly squeeze them. I've never touched a woman this way yet it feels so right and natural with her. It suddenly dawns on me as she seductively grinds on me and touches me all over that I don't even know her name.*********** *quot;What's your name?*quot; I ask as she plants tender kisses all along my neck.*********** *quot;Natti,*quot; she whispers against my sensitive neck, sending goose bumps down my arms. *quot;And yours?*quot;*********** I hesitate for a moment, wondering if Bryant has talked to her about me. *quot;Alexis.*quot;*********** *quot;Such a sexy name,*quot; she says. *quot;Me encanta.*quot;*********** The alcohol seeps into my system more as I feel my inhibitions slowly crumple away, only to be replaced by fervent lust. I firmly grab her waist and slide my hands down to her sexy, full ass, which I lightly squeeze, eliciting a moan from her. The delicious friction radiating from her grinding against me has my clit screaming for more direct contact, slicker warmth...*********** *quot;I don't want to freak you out, but we currently have the full attention of every male here.*quot;*********** When I slowly turn my attention to the right where the men are hanging out in the bar, I confirm that she is indeed right; the men are all intently staring at us with hungry gazes. Instead of feeling discomfort, though, I feel a wave of excitement surge through me at the reality that we have an enraptured audience.*Until I see my husband sitting amongst the crowd, looking handsome as always in his immaculate navy suit, white dress shirt, and black shoes. Out of all the male clientele here, he is by far the most attractive one.*********** *quot;Are you okay, bebe?*quot; Natti asks in concern as I force my gaze away from Bryant. *quot;Do you want me to stop?*quot;*********** The infectious, catchy hip-hop tune continues to stream out of the speakers but all I can hear is my heart quickly palpitating in my little chest. I quickly shake my head and muster a smile for her.*********** *quot;I'm okay. Just really turned on by you.*quot;*And then I do something that was completely out of my agenda; I kiss her. I frame her beautiful, heart-shaped face with my hands and close my eyes before I lean toward her and tenderly, cautiously press my lips against hers. I've always loved my make-out sessions with Bryant, but this is something entirely different. Her lips are so succulent and soft, reminding me of a juicy, ripe peach. I dart my tongue past her lips and savor her essence, loving the way that she shudders above me.*********** I don't know Escort Bostancı when he comes over, but at some point Bryant sits down next to me because when I open my eyes, I see him from the periphery of my vision, staring intently at the both of us. He eagerly watches as Natti literally fucks me with her clothes on, grinding against me with even more passion and zest. When the song finally ends, I can't deny the electric attraction coursing between the both of us.*********** *quot;Enjoying the show, Bryant?*quot;*********** Hearing Natti saying his name so casually forces a shudder from me. I expect him to be staring right at Natti, but when I turn my head to him, I realize that he is staring straight at me.*********** *quot;I am,*quot; he says in a husky, low voice. *quot;Very much so.*quot;*********** The way he says those words proves to me that he knows that I'm Laurel, his devoted, straight-laced wife and not Alexis, the sultry, bicurious woman sitting right next to him. It's then that I realize that I cannot play this charade any longer and that I need to go home.*********** *quot;I have to go,*quot; I quickly say before I ardently kiss Nattie on the lips and avoid her disappointed frown. *quot;I'm sorry.*quot;*************** I contemplate taking the wig off and the sexy mask when I arrive home but I decide to keep it on as I patiently wait for Bryant to arrive home while I sip pinot noir on the couch. I'm still so turned on from making out with Natti that I end up idly touching myself, circling my swollen, sensitive clitoris with my middle finger, imagining that it's her warm, luscious, wet tongue flickering around the swollen nub. But I don't allow myself to come.*********** With the soft jazz hop pouring from the speakers, I don't hear the footsteps trail up the steps until I feel her otherworldly aura and then see her gorgeous face hovering above me, ardently staring at me.*********** *quot;Natti?*quot; I ask as I immediately stop touching myself to sit up on the couch and blink at the sight of her standing in the living room.*********** She quietly laughs. *quot;I'm not a ghost, baby doll. It's really me. After I gave Bryant a good tongue lashing for ignoring such a gorgeous woman like yourself, he calmed me down and successfully brought me over.*quot;*********** Bryant joins her side and I immediately tense, assuming that he's livid at me for encroaching upon his personal space where I don't belong, but when I set my wary gaze on him, I'm surprised to see that he's staring at me with the same fervent lust and yearning that possessed him in the club. Instead of wanting him to explain himself or admit his guilt, I find myself silently pleading that he will allow me to kiss Natti more, touch her all over and possibly more...*********** *quot;I won't participate,*quot; he says as he looks at me intently. *quot;I'll just watch.*quot;*********** Excitement thrums deep within me, lust coalescing from my womb as my gaze diverts to Natti. *quot;Really? I would love that.*quot;