Vicki is one of my sexy, fun, online friends that I have never met in real life. That was about to change. Vicki and I made plans to meet at a strip club to have an erotic evening. Let me clarify something. While Vicki is exciting and sexy, Victor (Vicki’s real name) is a thirty-three-year-old guy, a bore, well, at least boring and of no interest to me. I enjoy chatting with the cross-dressing, very bi Vicki. We talk about many topics like clothes, shoes, lipstick, and especially sucking cock. From her photos and videos I expect that she would be somewhat passable in a dim-lit bar. Victor divorced six years ago, has no kids, and presently has a part-time girlfriend that has no idea about his other life as Vicki.

I am Jenny, a mid 50’s, happily married mom of four. I have many photos posted online, but to briefly describe, I am tall, fair-skinned, thin-ish with long legs, blonde hair and D-cup natural boobs. My pussy and ass have been 100% faithful to Nick, my husband, for our thirty plus years together. My mouth is another story. I often get an uncontrollable urge to suck strange, random cock. I never schedule dates, feeling that is truly cheating. Yes. I know my moral compass is somewhat off.

Making plans to meet and go out with Vicki was a little strange for me. We were heading out as two girls looking for some fun. The fact that Vicki had some extra equipment was a twist. From the photos, I know that she has an impressive cock, shaved, the way I like them. While she has expressed that she would love for me to blow her, Vicki is very respectful of my code. Vicki prowls for guys in seedy bars and adult book stores. She loves to both give and receive oral.

Vicki pulled in the parking lot of strip club approximately ten minutes after me. She got out of her car and walked toward me. She is 5’ 10” plus her 6” heels in which she strutted naturally with ease. She wore a tight leather mini skirt and a red light-weight, midriff sweater that hung sexily over her C-cup silicone form filled bra. The jet black shoulder-length wig was, except for the color, a great match to my natural hair. Vicki gave me a genuine, warm hug. As we left that embrace she gave me a gentle kiss on the lips, respecting my rules but also not wanting to mess up my lipstick. By day, I typically wear a clear gloss. On nights like these, I most often wear Revlon’s Red Rules the World, which Nick calls, “Cocksucker Red.”

The bar was dimly lit, even with the colored strobe lights twirling and flashing all over. We chose our seats at the bar at the stage right in the middle between the two brass stage poles. I have been here before on numerous occasions with Nick. The female bartenders and a few of the dancers recognized and greeted me quickly. I introduced Vicki to all. Two of the dancers, both Russian girls, immediately knew Vicki’s secret. The one hugged her and grabbed her cock either to show that she knew or to assess what she was packing. When we settled in, Vicki turned to me, smiled big and said, “This is going to be hot fun. Thank you for this.”

For the next hour or so, we watched the women dance seductively. We tipped them often; tuck a buck as they say. Several guys sent us over drinks and shots to the point that we had to turn some down as not to get sloppy drunk. A few bold guys sat next to us to chat. Two, in particular, managed to get and keep our attention. The way they looked, were dressed and acted screamed that they were successful, young executives. One took a real liking to Vicki. Being that close for that long, he had to know Vicki was a guy. They started making out in the seats right at the bar. Seeing two guys kiss has never been a turn on for me, but this was different. I thought it was very hot. The alcohol and the visual all around me made my body start to tingle. The friend chatting with me was going to get lucky. I needed to suck a cock soon. Just then his phone rang, and he took the call. Whatever it was about, he pulled his buddy off of Vicki’s face and said something to him. Their look of disappointed was apparent as they explained that they had to leave. Vicki wrote her number on a napkin, tucked it in her guy’s pocket while she rubbed his conspicuously hard cock. We were a little disappointed as well, but there was plenty of fish available, actually sausage to be more accurate.

Soon after, a guy came over and stood between us. This was not just any ordinary guy. He was massive and gorgeous. He could easily be mistaken for Aquaman, Jason Momoa. He pulled up a chair and positioned it between us. He paid most of his attention to me. While I enjoyed it, that wasn’t our plan for this night. I kept reaching across him to talk to Vicki to keep her involved. Each time I leaned over, I also took the opportunity to touch his bulging muscles including his love muscle, which was also bulging. One time I grabbed Vicki’s hand and placed it on Aquaman’s cock. She rubbed and squeezed. He did not retreat at first. He adjusted and arched his back, but then after a minute, he turned back toward me, blocking Vicki’s access to his cock. He asked me to go out to his truck. While I would have loved to oblige, I said, “No. Vicki and I are a package deal.”

He replied, “That’s a dude. I’m not into that. I want you. I would love to have your sexy mouth on my cock.”

I countered, “Yes, Vicki has some extra parts, but she’s sexy as hell, and it looked like you enjoyed having her hand on your crotch. A mouth is a mouth, right?” I winked.

He smiled, “Let’s go out to my truck and see what happens.”

We three left the bar and walked together across the lot toward his Escalade. As I suggested, after he started the car and turned on the radio, we all got in the back seat, him in the middle and Vicki and me on each side. There was little small talk while Aquaman pawed at my breasts while Vicki explored his body. I asked him if he had ever been with a girl like Vicki before. I guess the combination of booze and sexiness acted like truth serum. He answered, “Yes, a couple of times at gloryholes. You are right; a mouth is a mouth.”

I asked, “Is a sexy girl with a big, hard cock a turn on for you?”

Quickly he stated, “I am not gay or anything like that.”

I responded, “That’s not what I asked. I know Vicki turns you on. Wait until you see what she’s packing. I know you have a big dick, but hers might be bigger than yours.” With that statement, his expression changed. I struck a chord. He was all in. I was about to show off the poker skills I learned from watching Nick play. “Okay, here’s the deal. You give Vicki a blowjob, and then we will both blow you together.” He started to rebuff, but I acted quicker. I grabbed his hand and guided it over to Vicki’s crotch. On cue, she lifted the already short shirt exposing her red laced thong that barely contained her throbbing 8” cock.

No further urging was required. He leaned over and his head went to work. From behind, all I could see was his head bobbing up and down. I wondered if Vicki was the first cock that he had ever sucked. Discussing afterward, Vicki told me that he was too good for her to be his first cock. She grabbed his long brown hair, groaned and arched her back. I knew it was not going to take long for her to climax. I was jealous. I needed some cock and cum. Just then Vicki exclaimed, “I’m gonna cum!” Universally, that is the warning signal for someone that does not want cum in their mouth to pull off a cock. Aquaman did not; he continued to bob away. Vicki shouted, “Fuck!” about five times as she spewed her cum into his eager mouth. While he was still sucking her dry, Vicki pulled his head up to her lips and kissed him deeply as they shared her cum.

Immediately after that hot scene, as he rolled back, upright into his seat, I began to work on his belt buckle and zipper. He and Vicki helped. The three sets of hands quickly had his jeans and briefs down to his ankles fully exposing his rock hard shaft. He was about an inch shorter than Vicki but much thicker. Vicki and I wasted no time. We licked up and down his girth as if it was an ice pop on a ninety-degree day. My tongue and lips made their way to his big, shaved balls. He moaned and fidgeted. His view must have been awesome, watching two sexy women, with contrasting hair color, service his member. We took turns trying to suck his fat cock in our mouths. I saw that Vicki’s cock was hard again. I thought about making a move for it but quickly realized that it would not be a good idea.

We kept him edging. We probably enjoyed this double blowjob more than him. Aquaman reached around and played with my breast with his left hand and grabbed Vicki’s cock with his right. His grip tightened as he started to cum. I took the first spurt but moved Vicki’s mouth onto his cock to take the rest. He made animal-like sounds. When he finished, Vicki leaned over to me to kiss me with a mouth full of cum. I took a taste and my share but did not prolong the kiss, Jenny’s rules.

After, he tried to make small talk, but we were done. We straightened up, blew him a kiss, and headed to our respective cars. I’m sure Vicki’s smile lasted until the next day. From fifty feet away, driving in her car out of the lot at night, I could see her beaming smile. Yes, we vowed to make pans for another girls’ night out. Stay tuned.

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