Loving a Married Woman Pt. 02 Ch. 01

Unlike most people, I didn't spend most of my Saturday nights in bars and clubs. As a man who considered himself very introverted, those weren't my favorite places to be. Instead, if I didn't have a date, I usually spent that time at home.

This particular Saturday night, I just so happened to be inside of a coffee shop downtown. I worked on my computer for most of the night while sipping some green tea and listening to music through my headphones. There weren't many people inside the café, so it was quiet aside from the baristas steaming the occasional beverage.

While I worked, I couldn't help but shake the feeling that someone was watching me. At first, I tried to ignore it, but I could tell whomever stared at me was still doing it. I looked away from my computer and scanned the room, focusing on a table to my right, where a couple sat.

The man was dressed in a T-shirt and slacks. He was a clean-cut sort of gentleman, not someone who would stand out in a crowd.

The woman was the exact opposite, however. Her hair was dyed velvet red, and she wore a tight black top which stopped just short of her breasts, which were large and perky—much more than the average woman. She sat cross-legged, a pair of denim shorts exposing much of her toned legs and thighs. Furthermore, she wore extremely tall black high heel ankle boots.

She whispered in the man's ear, not taking her eyes off me. The man also eyed me, then whispered back. I averted my gaze and went back to my computer, a little unnerved by the two of them staring at and discussing me, but I did find myself glancing in their direction again, curious.

Did either of them know me? I couldn't remember if I'd ever seen them, and I'd definitely remember a woman like that.

The woman in question said something else to the man, then walked to the bathroom. Once she left, the man also stood up, then walked over to my table. I took my headphones off once he rose his hand to get my attention.

"Hey, how are you tonight?" he asked.

"I'm fine, sir. How are you?" I looked at him curiously.

"Ah, there's no need to call me 'sir.' I'm not that old. Just 'Larry' is fine. What's your name, if you don't mind me asking?"

I sat up. "My name's Martin."

"What are you working on, Martin? If you don't mind me asking, that is."

"Just a story."

"You're a writer, huh?" I told him I was. "That's interesting. Do you need a refill? I'll get you some more of whatever you're drinking."

I started to say that wasn't necessary, but he took my cup and read it, then went to the counter and paid for another green tea, then quickly brought the cup to me. Awkwardly, I took it, then set it down, waiting for it to cool. I could tell he wanted to speak further, so I invited him to sit.

He took the seat across from me. "So, do you have any plans tonight, Martin?"

"Nah, not really." I shrugged. "I was just going to work on this story and then head home and turn in."

Larry looked at me, genuinely surprised. "What? You seem like a young man. I'm surprised you aren't out partying. Are you sure you're just going to go home? The night is young And the weather's great tonight! You should go out and have a good time tonight."

I told Larry that I go out sometimes, but that wasn't good enough for him. He insisted I do something tonight.

"How about you hang out with my wife and me? We're about to head to one of the bars downtown. Since you don't have anything to do, why not come with us? Oh, speaking of my wife ..."

As he said that, I heard the familiar clicking of heels on the floor. Larry and I both turned to the direction the sound came from, and sure enough, the buxom, curvaceous redhead strutted over to where we sat. She put her arm around the man and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Who's your friend, honey?" The woman asked while looking at me. Her voice was an erotic, low purr which immediately got my attention. Even better that such a sound was coming from thick, full lips were. I looked at this woman in utter amazement.

"This is Martin. Martin, this is my wife, Sylvia. Sylvia, Martin."

"Pleased to meet you, Monsieur Martin," she said, coming over to me and giving me a kiss on both cheeks, then going over and sitting next to her husband.

"Likewise." I was surprised that she was so forward.

"She's French," Larry said. "It's a little more normal to kiss friends when you see them."

"Friends?" I was surprised they would consider me a friend even though I just met them.

"You don't want to be my friend, Martin?" Sylvia asked, her voice low, but resonant.

"Well, yeah. I guess I do."

"Great," Larry said. "Sweetie, Martin doesn't have any plans tonight, so I invited him to spend some time with us. I'm sure that's OK with you?"

She smirked. "Why, yes. That's perfect. I'm sure you'll have a great time, Martin."

Sylvia winked after saying that, and even Larry grinned as well. Just where were they about to take me? Nervous, I asked what their plans were.

"We're going to a gentlemen's club a little ways away," he said. "There are a few around here, but the one we're going to has the sexiest women around. Trust us on that one. Martin, you seem like the sort of man who enjoys being around beautiful women, am I right?"

I said he was correct. I don't know too many men who would say no. Still, two strangers randomly chatting me up and inviting me to go to a gentleman's club with them was surprising. They said they were about to leave and offered me a ride there, but I told them I wanted to drop my computer off at my apartment first. Once I did that, I'd just meet them there.

"How about we give you a ride to your apartment as well?" Sylvia offered. "That would be faster."

"Great idea, sweetie." Larry put his arm around his wife. "We'll take you to your apartment, you can drop off your computer, then we can head to the gentleman's club. How about it?"

"All right," I said, still a little suspicious. I wasn't too sure of their angle, but I decided to take them up on their offer. I saved the work I did, then shut the computer down and told them I was ready. Larry and Sylvia stood up, then the man held the door for his wife and myself, then I followed the two of them to their car, a luxury vehicle parked half a block away from the shop.

Larry unlocked the car and invited me to get in. Once he and his wife were in the front and I was seated comfortably in the back, he started the car. I told him where I lived, and he remarked that I wasn't too far, then drove there.

"How do you like the car, Martin?" Larry asked.

"It's nice. Very comfortable."

Both of them laughed. Larry said, "It is, isn't it? She's a real beauty. Set me back a lot, but things have been good for us lately. Might as well splurge, right?"

"Yeah, I guess."

The entire ride, Larry made small talk, and was content with the short responses I gave him. Sylvia however, looked at me through the rearview mirror and smirked. I might have been imagining it, but I could swear she licked her lips at one point during the car ride as well.

Once we reached my apartment complex, Larry parked the car outside of my building, then I told them I wouldn't be too long. I entered my unit, then dropped my computer right on the desk, then walked back outside and got back into their car. Larry drove off, heading towards the gentlemen's club they mentioned.

"Do you think Sara's working tonight?" Larry asked.

"I don't think so," Sylvia said. "I think she's still a little under the weather. Which is unfortunate, since Saturday nights are the best nights."

"Yeah. She'd have given you a great dance, Martin." Larry laughed. "Don't worry, though. I'll see to it you get some dances from the hottest woman in the club."

Sylvia giggled as well. I wasn't one to object to a lap dance, but it still seemed strange for them to want to hang out with someone whom they didn't know. Oh well, I figured I may as well enjoy it.

"Do you have money with you, Martin?" Larry asked.

"I have something."

"If you need to get any more, you can use the ATMs inside. Don't worry about the fees. I can cover those for you."

"Thanks."

Again, as we rode, Larry made more small talk, though this time, he asked me about myself. Where did I grow up? What are my interests and hobbies besides writing? What sports teams did I root for? Did I go I to college, and if so, where? I answered those, and other questions as best I could, nervous.

"Larry, you're making Monsieur Martin uncomfortable," Sylvia said, gazing at me through the rearview mirror.

"Really? I guess I should slow down a little on the questioning, huh? Sorry about that. Just thought I'd make a little conversation and allow us to get to know you a better, Martin."

I told him it was all right, even though I agreed with his wife, who was still staring at me from the rearview mirror. I took my phone out and perused it, expecting her to shift her attention elsewhere, but when I looked up, her eyes were still fixated on me. I swallowed hard and looked out the window.

Just like her husband's questioning, Sylvia's staring also did little to make me at ease. The fact that she was doing it in front of her husband was even worse.

But something told me Larry didn't mind.

"We're here," he said as he pulled in front of the gentlemen's club. I started to unbuckle myself, but Larry told me to wait. Instead, Sylvia turned around and grabbed a large handbag off the unoccupied part of the backseat, then kissed Larry on the cheek and said she'd meet him inside. She gave me a quick little wave, then opened the door and opened the large door and strutted inside.

Larry went behind the building and parked the car, then said we were going to head inside. I unbuckled, then exited the luxury car after him.

"I'm guessing your wife works here?"

Larry smiled. "Oh, yeah."

Nervously, I followed him to the front of the building. We stepped inside, then stopped at the front desk to pay the cover charge. I reached for my wallet, but Larry stopped me, then presented two passes to the woman at the front, who took them and told us to enjoy ourselves. The bouncer greeted Larry, then checked my ID and let me in behind him.

Right away, I noticed women standing on the stage in the middle of the room, clad in bikini-style lingerie and tall heels dancing to loud music. Men stood in front of them, placing money on the stage and in the straps of their panties. In other parts of the room, other attractive ladies congregated with groups of men, laughing at them, while a few others danced on top of the tables.

"Pretty good-looking girls, right?" Larry said.

"Yeah." I had to shout a little louder so he would hear me over the music.

"Let's sit over by the bar." Larry pointed to the bar at the back, then walked over and took a seat. Hurriedly, I went after him and sat on his right. The bartender, a woman who was just as buxom as any of the dancers, immediately walked over and greeted Larry, then asked him if he wanted his usual drink.

"Sure do. Get my new friend anything he wants, too."

"Ooh, who's he?" The bartender eyed me.

"My name's Martin," I said. "Just water is fine."

"Really?" The bartender gave me a sour look. Larry told me to live a little, but I insisted on just having water. I was never much of drinker. On top of that, being in an unfamiliar location with people I hadn't met before didn't make me eager to consume any alcohol. In the end, she gave me a glass of water, but told me I was welcome to have a beer later if I wanted one.

One of the waitresses came over and greeted Larry as well, bringing him a cigar. He asked if I wanted one. I shook my head.

"That's good. It's not good for you anyway," he said as he took a lighter out of his pocket and held it to the tip of the cigar. Almost immediately as he exhaled the smoke, my eyes watered. While the club was already smoky, being directly next to Larry while he took puffs from his cigar really made me notice the smell.

Shortly after that, I saw Larry's wife strutting towards the stage, this time clad in a tight, floral, pink bikini top and bottom. The top did little to hide her prominent breasts and her round ass obscured the thong. Her legs were elongated by a pair of glittering golden heels. The redhead took a look at us, winked, then took the stage.

I'm not sure why I didn't realize that she was one of the dancers here. She had the air of a woman who enjoyed doing so, and even her look suggested as much. What surprised me most was Larry; most men wouldn't be happy with their girlfriend or wife working as a dancer, but Larry seemed to be supportive.

When a rap song came on and Sylvia took the stage, I realized why he was. While I thought the other women in the club were impressive, Sylvia was on an entirely different level of dancing skill and sexiness. She swayed perfectly in time with the music, her movements tantalizingly slow and erotic. It was as though every other woman in the club vanished, and only she was there.

Sure enough, men rushed to the stage where she was and showered her with bills. She made sure to give each one of them attention while she danced, showing off every inch of her hourglass frame.

Not only that, but Sylvia was skillful enough to climb to the top of the pole, and even hang from it sideways and upside down. Naturally, when she demonstrated her pole tricks, money rained down from the upper floors and from the men already watching her.

She remained on stage for three more songs in total, then picked up her tips and walked off the stage when the fourth started. I almost wished she would have remained on stage; her dancing was perfect.

"What'd you think?" Larry playfully elbowed me. "Not bad, huh?"

"She's a good dancer," I said, but both of us knew that was an understatement.

Some of the other girls sat off to the side on their phones, but Sylvia walked the floor, talking to every man or group not speaking with another dancer. Some of them, even if they didn't want a dance, just gave her additional money just for speaking to them. Other men, however, took her upstairs to get a private dance.

"Sylvia's been stripping at this club for years," Larry said. "Been doing it for over twenty years, believe it or not."

"Really?"

Larry nodded. "Yup. She's not like the new girls now; see them over there?" He pointed to a group of dancers on their phones. "Sylvia puts her phone away when she's dancing and she makes sure to work the room. A damn good hustler. That's why I married her."

"Hmm." Sylvia came back down and went to another man who was a big tipper, then went upstairs with him. Following that, another man approached her and asked for a dance. This happened several times throughout the night in between her coming back on stage. On occasion, Larry got up to tip one of the other girls, and I did as well, and upon doing so, they each mouthed a quick thank you.

Still, I couldn't help but think about Sylvia. Try as I might to deny it, I desperately wanted a dance from her. While Larry was all right with the random men in the club showering her with money and taking her upstairs, I wasn't sure he'd be all right with me doing it.

Quite a lot of time passed, then Sylvia walked over to the bar and kissed her husband. He asked her how tonight was going so far.

"Amazing," she said. "All my best regulars are here."

"Good. You know, Martin, you haven't gotten a dance yet, and we've been here for a while now. Did you have your eye on anyone in particular?"

"Not really," I said.

"How about I suggest someone for you? Sylvia, you up for it?"

I was taken aback. He was all right with me getting a private dance from his wife? Larry was more open than most men, but I hadn't expected him to say that. As shocked as I was, I couldn't answer the question.

"If you're worried about money, it's no problem," Larry said. "Since you're our friend, Sylvia will give you a few for free. Right, Sweetie?"

"Of course," Sylvia smirked. "I've made enough. I'd be happy to dance for you."

"Well ..." Before I could finish, Sylvia took my arm and pulled me off the stool and pulled me in the direction of the stairs. Larry told her to be gentle with me, and she shouted back that she would.

She led me up to the third floor, where we could still hear the music, but didn't have to shout to hear each other. We passed by a couple bouncers and a few other dancers grinding on other men's laps, then stopped at an empty couch. Sylvia invited me to sit down, then sat next to me and said she'd give me three songs, which would start at the beginning of the next song.

I had so many questions for her. I began by asking how she met Larry. She told me she met him while she worked as a waitress at another strip club some years ago. He suggested she try dancing, and she liked the money. Larry managed her career and supported her, and with him, she's been the top earner at every club where she's worked. They're even able to travel, and she makes even more money in other cities and countries.

"He's one of a kind," she said. "Most men would not like their wife doing this kind of work, but Larry loves it. He loves the way other men look at me. It really gets him off to know he has a wife other men lust after."

The next song began, and right away, Sylvia got up, turned around, and lowered herself onto my lap and rotated her ass slowly. Feeling her on top of me caused my pants to tighten instantly, which made her giggle. She continued to tease me with just her lower body, then turned her head to look at me.

To my surprise, she reached behind me and took my hands and brought them to her bikini top. I was surprised to discover hers were enhanced; while I suspected they were, I had been with a woman with implants before.

"You can touch me," Sylvia said, as she continued to grind on me. While she did so, I massaged her large, silicone-implanted breasts, which made her moan. I just couldn't believe a woman as sexy as her existed, much less that she was here with me now.

When the song changed over, Sylvia stood up and faced me, then straddled me again, this time, removing her top, exposing her large, perky breasts. She moved closer to me and pressed her breasts into my face and shook them, laughing as she did so. I had never had silicone breasts in my face before, and though they were hard, they didn't hurt too much.

"How do you like them?" Sylvia asked, stopping for a moment.

"Fine," I said. "I probably should have taken my glasses off, though."

"Allow me." Sylvia removed them and set them on the small table in front of us, then continued shaking her breasts in my face. While her doing so made it hard for me to breathe, I had to admit, I enjoyed having my face against her chest. The softness of her skin combined with the hardness of her implants made for an interesting sensation.

When the next song came on, Sylvia sat up and told me to put my arms around her. I did so, and this time, she stared directly into my eyes while grinding on me.

"How do you like my dancing?"

"I can see why you're the top earner." That made her laugh.

"Why, thank you. I do try. You know, Larry and I also have a business together."

"What is it?"

"We actually own our own sex shop. We sell all sorts of toys, costumes, videos, and plenty of other things, too. I'm absolutely obsessed with sex, and Larry's the same way. Since we are both passionate about it, we decided to start a business, and it's doing really well. Why don't you come by?"

I was reluctant; I hadn't ever been inside of a sex shop before, but Sylvia's dancing made it impossible to say no. She told me to come by on Monday afternoon; Monday was one of her days off from working here, so I could come see her and her husband again.

When I said I would, she said "good," then proceeded to lean in and kiss me on the lips. "You're so cute," she whispered.