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For background: Over the pandemic I divorced my wife of 20+ years and married an Italian ex-stripper with a brilliant mind and a phenomenal body—big tits, slim waist, round ass, and tight as fuck. Since then my sex life has gone into overdrive. She is bi and is happy for me to date/fuck other women so long as she is involved, and she regularly meets and brings home girlfriends and girls she picks up for threesomes.

And me? I’m a fit, older man who got lucky as hell.

One Friday night on our holiday in Greece we hit the high-end strip clubs. She turns on her “stripper vision” (her words) and quickly locates the girl who is most my type—a stunning blonde with big tits, big ass, skinny waist, and fit as hell.

My wife chats her up on the pole and requests a “couples” lap dance for us. We move a the lap dance booth. First she dances for me. I’m careful to follow the rules (no touching unless she initiates). She bends over me, her hair brushes against my face and she sways her body back in forth, her massive round tits in my face. She smells amazing.

Then it’s my wife’s turn. The stripper settles into her lap and starts gently grinding. My wife looks into her eyes, which is her fucking superpower, and sure enough the stripper takes my wife’s hands, places them on her bare tits, and gently squeezes them. Then she leans in and they begin kissing. My wife takes the strippers hands, puts on on her left tit and slides the other between her legs. They continue for some time, kissing and touching, and then my wife whispers something into her ear. The stripper smiles and nods. They keep talking but I can’t make it out over the music. The stripper kisses her again and moves back over to me. She bends down and kisses me, and then whispers into my ear, in slightly broken English, “a lucky man.”

The session ends, I give her an outsized tip, and my wife tells me it’s time to go home. We leave the club and go back to our rental villa.

Of course I know what’s coming, but my wife likes to play dumb. She showers and comes out of the bedroom in her silk kimono. We smoke some weed and watch a movie. Halfway through, the gate buzzer rings. A taxi is dropping off a visitor.

I open and the door and it’s the stripper. She also looks freshly showered, hair still damp and wearing a tight white dress and carrying a small duffel bag. We make her a drink. She sits on the couch next to my wife. It turns out the stripper knows Italian and they murmur back and forth. I only catch some if it (my Italian is very iffy) but they sneak a few glances at me. The stripper takes a hit of weed and then they kiss and pass the smoke back and forth. Then they begin making out. Deep kissing. Tongue. The stripper is playing with my wife’s tits. My wife has one hand up the strippers dress and is running the other through her hair. They look amazing, blonde and dark hair mixing together. Finally they break their kiss, whisper to each other, giggle, and look at me. The stripper gets up, walks over to me, and leads me up off the couch and towards the bedroom. My wife is still on the couch, watching us.

In the bedroom he stripper takes off her heels, climbs onto bed, gets on her hands and knees, and arches her back. Her hourglass figure is so sexy. She’s still wearing her white dress, so I climb on the bed and slowly unzip it off her. The dress peels off, exposing her back, her waist, her hips, her round ass. Even though I saw her nude just hours ago it feels like I’m seeing her naked for the first time. I’m aware my wife is in the living room, watching us through the open double doors. Did I mention she likes to watch me fuck other women? I look back; her robe is open, her legs are spread and she’s massaging her pussy in slow, tight circles.

I pull the strippers dress completely off, her shaved pussy is exposed. I roll on a condom and then kneel over her and press the tip of my cock against her slit. She makes a little noise and pushes back against my cock. Playing with my wife has already gotten her wet. I slide inside and start fucking her, first slowly, and then faster and faster. Knowing my wife is getting off to it drives me twice as crazy.

The stripper tells me to go harder and I do. I go animalistic but she is digging it, moaning and pumping her hips against mine, my cock and her pussy making wet noises. She tells me to slap her ass and I do. Smack, smack, smack. She’s in a completely face down/ass up position now. Before long I feel myself coming to the edge. Then her pussy starts convulsing and she’s moaning orgasmically and I can’t hold back. I unload and cum until I’m lightheaded.

Then my wife joins us. First she and the stripper eat each other out in a 69 while I watch until the stripper cums again. I’m hard again just watching and they take care of that with a double blowjob. When I unload again, my wife catches the cum in her mouth, and then makes out with the stripper. I know she’s pushing my cum into her mouth because that’s her favorite thing. The stripper doesn’t seem to mind.

She ends up staying the weekend with us, eating meals with us, hanging out in the pool, watching movies, with a lot of fucking in between. We’d have kept her with us longer but our flight was Monday. On our final night I fucked her up the ass.

She has an open invitation to visit us, though.

NSFW: yes

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