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We ate our meal and there was an obvious attempt to slow the revving of both our engines. The evening had just begun and neither of us wanted to peak too soon. Conversation waxed and waned between the benign and the boring until near the end of the meal.

"So," Shannon began, "What are the plans for the rest of the evening?" She gave a sweet and innocent smile.

"Well, my lady," I began thoughtfully, "I thought we might hit a dance club before heading out to the strip club that I made reservations for. But, I am open for suggestions."

"I have a better idea, I think, Shannon began to squirm a bit in her seat. "Why don't we head straight to the strip club. What time are the reservations for?"

I glanced down at my watch and informed her that we had about an hour and a half to kill before out suite at the club was reserved.

"Suite?" she questioned. I explained that the strip club had private suites overlooking the stages and dance floor. She appeared intrigued but lost in thought at the same time.

"Well," she finally said, "I am sure we can figure out a way to kill some time. But, when we get to the club, I want you to drop me off first, give it 15 minutes and then you can check into the suite. We should act like we don't even know eachother. Let me tease and flirts some of those naughty boys at the club and, when your ready, come down and have a drink at the bar. We'll find eachother."

I gotta admit. I was confused. Here I was thinking that we could spend some "quality" time together and here she was trying to ditch me.

"You know," I said, "One of the perks of the suite is your own private stripper for a half and hour. I really wouldn't want you to miss that." I was really just bying time to try and figure out what her motives were. I had a flood of thoughts that she had now developed a taste for other men and, once that pandoras box was opened, it would not be able to be shut again. I truly felt that she was simply wanting to checkout the scene and try and find the next dick she was going to fuck. Suddenly, I was beginning to feel very vulnerable.

Shannon laughed lightly and explained, "Let's just say that I have a few suprises for you up my sleeve for you tonight as well and leave it at that. I love you so just go along with the program. But, I should tell you, that I knew we were going to a strip club. They called to confirm our reservation while you were downstairs."

The only thing that was clear at this point in time was that I was not in charge of the evening. Shannon was and, I could either go along and trust that things would be alright or offer resistance. We arrived back at the limo and Charles was given instructions to drive around for a bit before dropping Shannon off at the club at 10:15PM. I reached into the duffle bag that I was carrying and grabbed one of the joints. Opening the sun roof, I blazed the joint, took a healthy drag and handed it to Shannon.

"A joint," she exlaimed, "Seriously." She laughed uproariously and took the joint from my finger tips. I poured another round of drinks and we enjoyed the nice warm desert air on our faces as we drove around Vegas getting stoned. As the drug began to take effect, everything suddenly just felt right. I remember having such a great feeling envelope me as I sat next to my beautiful wife. We began to laugh at the silliest of things as she cuddle up tight to my chest.

The time simply flew by as Charles voice came through the speakers and announced that we were a block away from the club. Shannon sat upright in her seat and began to check her make-up in the mirror. As she did so, she said, "Whatever you do, don't forget the camera." Seeing the puzzled look on my face, she took one last drag of the joint, reapplied her perfume, looked me as the limo came to a stop and said as she exited the limo, "See you in a little while." That evil smile that suggested she knew a hell of a lot more than I did.

I watched as she walked up to the club doors being escorted by Charles. She stopped, got on her tippy toes and whispered something into Charles ear. Before disappearing behind the tinted doors, she handed him a small envelope and went inside. Suddenly, that uneasy feeling had returned and a grabbed the joint from the ashtry and took another toke myself.

Charles started the limo and pulled away from the curb. He lowered the divider between us and handed me the small envelope that Shannon had given him. "Shannon told me to give this to you." I open the envelope and inside were two capsules and a note written on a posted note from the hotel. It read:

Take one now and one before you come downstairs to get me.

Love You, Shannnon

"What do you think these are?" I said to Charles as he had conviently kept the divider down. I think he was even curious to see what was in the envelope.

"Let me see one," he said reaching back his hand. He examined the pill and started to chuckle to himself. When he handed to pill back to me. "It's safe to take."

"Great, she's not trying to kill me but what the hell is it?" I asked Charles again.

"Well, sir," he began, "I don't want to be out of line but it is for your manhood."

"Huh?" I was even more confused, "There is nothing wrong with my manhood, why do I need this pill?"

Charles explained that it was a popular pill used to enhance a man's erection. It had things like L-Arginine and Horny Goat Weed along with a bunch of other stuff. Charles chuckled and said, "I guess she doesn't want you to peter out tonight." He laughed so loud that it made me laugh. I popped the pill in my mouth and washed it down with the vodka-cranberry I was drinking.

Charles pulled up to the curb of the club, go out and opened my door. I put a twenty in my hand and gave him a firm shake before walking up to the club doors. I was aware that I could not feel my legs hit the pavement as I strode and I knew that I was as high as a kite.

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This happened nearly three years ago now

I entered the club foyer and was greeted by a stunning young lady in an elegant evening gown. She welcomed me to the club and I announced my reservation.

"Ah, Mr Boy," she bagan, "Your wife arrived about 15 minutes ago and is waiting for you in your suite. I'll have Amber escort you. Enjoy your evening."

Amber, just as elegantly dressed, took my arm and began to lead me into the club proper. I have to admit that this was one elegant club. Eveyone was dressed fairly nice and there seemed to be a proper vibe about the place. Amber introduced me to Brian, a hulking man in a tuxedo who shook my hand and placed a gold bracelet around my wrist.

"Mr Boy, this bracelet gives you the run of the place as a VIP," Brian explained, "Only guest with this bracelet are allowed upstairs unless they are accompanied by you. Feel free to move about all areas of the club and have a wonderful evening." I reached into my pocket were I had a stashed of folded up $20 bills and shook Brians hand with the tip.

As Amber continued to escort me up the stairs, I took a glance around the club and immediately transfixed my attention on a stunning brunette in a blue dress sitting at the bar talking to a distinguished gentleman. She had her hand on his knee and was laughing at something he whispered in her ear as she sipped on a glass of champagne. It was Shannon and I nearly stopped dead in my tracks. "She is suppose to be up in the suite," I thought to myself and was just about to turn around when Amber said, "Your wife has already ordered a bottle of champagne for you. Is there anything else that you would require." I tipped her and said no thank you as we entered the suite.

There, sitting on the couch that overlooked the club was a stunning readhead in a super sexy gold dress. She had on sheer stockings and 5 inch heals. She wore huge gold hooped earrings and her hair up high.

"There you are," she announced, "I was beginning to think you stood me up again like last month." She rose and walked over to me and gave me a long passionate kiss on the mouth.

"So sorry, honey," I said going along with the show, "I thought our reservations were for 11:00PM. I thought I was early." She gave me a wink and turned to Amber. She dismissed her with the assurrance that she would ring if we need anything.

When Amber left the room, she turned to me, "I'm Angie and I'll be your wife for this evening." She turned slightly red and gave a spontaneous laugh. I introduced myself and admitted to my confusion on what was taking place. She explained to me that Shannon had hired her for the evening.

"Now, I'm sure that you think that I am suppose to say this but," she said looking down at the floor, "It's going to be my pleasure to be your wife for the night. You are really quite attactive. This is not something that I get to experience every night." She leaned in and grabbed a fistful of my cock as she kissed me passionately on the mouth.

She rose from the couch and poured me a glass of champagne. I looked out over the crowd and again spotted Shannon, this time dancing with the distingued gentleman from the bar. He had his hand on her ass and was either whispering something in her ear or nibbling on her ear lobe. I couldn't tell.

Angie came back to the couch and, putting one glass of champagne on the table, hiked her dress up and staddled me. She put the glass of champagne to my lips and offered me a drink. When I had my fill, she stood, turned around and placed the glass on the table. Slowly she began to hike her dress up above her waistline. When I tell you that she revealed the most perfect fat ass I have ever seen, you have to believe me. My cock jumped to attention inside my pants as she bent over, lightly massaging her plump cheeks as she did so. Her hose were thigh highs, she was wearing a g-sting. She turned a grabbed the front of her panties to slid the materil between her pussy lips. To my suprise, she was a real redhead as witnessed by her firey landing strip. I swear I started to salivate at the sight.

She ended her brief show and whispered in my ear, "I'll tell you what really turns me on if you tell me first. And," she paused to lick my earlobe, "I don't mean politically correct stuff. I wanna hear some nasty shit come out of your mouth." She reached down betwwen my legs, unzipped my pants and grabbed my cock. "Oh my," she said, "I gotta see this monster." She pulled my cock out and even I was shocked at what I saw. My cock, already fat by any measure had increased in girth and length. Those fucking pills really worked. Angie would not even get her hand around my shaft.

"May I please kiss that gorgeous cock," she asked as she lowered her head and gently licked and kissed my glans.

"Tell me what you turns you on," she looked me dead in the eye as she continued to gently lick and kiss the end of my dick.

My mind was swimming to come up with an answer. the best I could come up with was, "You, at the moment."

She stopped licking me, stood up and sat on the table directly in front of me, lifting her dress as she did so. She slid her panties to the side and slid an finger into her wet sn*tch. She stood, walked over to me and pread her juices om my lips as if it were lipstick stating, "I like my man to fuck me in the ass while I play with my pussy." She paused to lick her lips. She then stated louder, "I like my man to pound me and, when he's close, I like to finish him with my mouth." She took one of her fat tits out of her dress and began squeezing her nipple. "I like," she continued even louder than before, "For my man to shoot his huge load all over my face and then have me lick it clean. You wanna do that to me Video?"

I shook my head in the affirmative but did not say a word. "Good," she said, "The tell me what turns you on."

I started to blurt it out before I really ealized what it was that I was saying. To this day I am not really sure why I said it but, I gotta be honest, it was what would really turn me on.

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" I want you to go downstairs and find three men that you are interested in," I began in a very calculated and serious tone. "Bring them back up here to the suite."

I could not read the thoughts on her face save for the realization that this night, perhaps more than any night she had ever experienced, was going to be extraordinary.

"But, honey," she began in an equally measured tone, "I do not believe that this particular dish is on the menu."

I walked over to the window to oversee the club below. I fixed my stare onto Shannon as she was holding court with several gentlemen below. My thoughts flashed back to our first night in Vegas. Suddenly, I came to a revelation about myself. I loved to watch, perhaps more than participating. Thoughts of this lovely redhead sucking and fucking multiple cocks was becoming a slow obsession.

"How much would that dish cost?" I asked still staring out at Shannon flirting with those distinguished gentleman. I knew what was on their minds and a perfect storm was brewing inside my head.

"Darling," she began, "You have already spent $500 for this meal. I'm not really sure I'm that hungry." She walked up behind me and began to caress my semi-erect cock through my pants. She continued, "But, if you want to feed me all night, it will cost another $1500." I began to do the math in my head. Two thousand dollars for a living and breathing sex toy seemed reasonable at the time. I knew, in the back of my mind, that Shannon would kill me for spending that kind of money. I also knew, from the offer of an all nighter, that this was probably the only appointment that Angie had for the evening. And so, with nothing to lose, a hard cock and my head swimming on 420, I offered $1200 which she gleefully accepted.

"So," I began with a sly smile, "let's hit the club, oh wife o' mine." She grabbed my hand, gave me a wink, and we hit the door.

As we descended the steps, past Brian the bouncer, and into the club proper, I was quick to locate Shannon at the bar. She had a strapping young lad in his late twenties sitting next to her at the bar. They both intently watch the young lady dancing in front of them with the occassional comment or light touch of the arm. Angie and I took up a spot directly across from them and ordered a couple of drinks. I could not take my eyes off of Shannon and, admittedly, felt pangs of jealousy as she flirted with the men who surrounded her.

"Is that the other woman?" Angie asked as she nibbled on my earlobe. I nodded as I leaned into the affection being sure that Shannon noticed. "Good, I will be right back."

As Angie strode over to join Shannon and her entourage of men, every man in the house took notice. Her stunning red hair and gold dress seem to sway to the music. She approached Shannon like an old friend, took her by the face and kissed her cheek, subtly whispering something into her ear. Shannon introduced some of the men that surrounded them and they ordered drinks. For the next twenty minutes my attention was divided between the cavorting across the bar and the dazzling young ladies that paraded half nude around the bar and stage areas. The 420 was beginning to peak and I could feel myself becoming one with the party vibe in the bar.

"Hi, gorgeous," announced the blonde awakening me from my trance. "Can my friend and I join you?" A blonde ironically named Shannon and her friend, a distinct Italian named Monica, stood anxiously next to me awaiting my answer. I ushered them to the seats with a sweep of my hand. Shannon and Monica were easy to figure from the beginning. Good time girls who were gold diggers for the day. There game was to find an attractive older gentleman, show his some attention and hope to score some wining and dining, maybe some coke, for the evening. I quickly ordered up a couple of drinks and began to chat them up.

"No way you are here by yourself," Monica questioned trying to assess my situation. I explained that I was here with my "wife" as I pointed to Angie across the bar. I explained that we had a VIP suite upstairs which certainly peaked their curiosity. "What are you on?" blonde Shannon wondered hoping the answer was something to her liking.

"I smoked a little weed, that's all," I explained. "I have more up in my suite if you are interested."

With my invitation, I noticed that Angie and my Shannon were making their way to the steps towards Brian with four men in tow. Angie caught my gaze and gave me the "five minutes" sign with her hands. It was clear from this moment forward that we were partners in crime.

"We'd love too," Monica answered as I began to stall them. This also gave me time to fully assess what I was talking with. Blonde Shannon was rail thin with bruises on her upper arms that suggested that she had been handled in a rough fashion recently. She was perhaps 100 lbs, with a body to match. Monica, however, was a typical Italian. Thick in a sexy way. She had a noticable tattoo on her left breast. When enough time had past and the idle chit chat was brought to a crescendo, I move the ladies towards the stairs, got our approval from Brian and headed towards the suite.

"Oh, there you are darling," Angie exclaimed still in character. She waltzed over to me wearing nothing but her thong, stockings and shoes. She had at least D cup breast that jiggled erotically as she walked. She introduced me to the men in the room who clung nervously to their drinks. "And this is my good friend, Shannon. You remember her from college, don't you?"

Shannon sat on the couch with a man on each arm, gently stroking their erect cocks with her hands. She had the look of a deer caught in headlights as it was clear that the marijuana had her under it's spell as well. The men, being pigs I remember thinking, were smoking cigarettes and completely ignoring her. They had almost an entitled air to them so I removed Shannon from the situation and left them with their cocks hanging out of their pants. I thought it was funny. I introduced the room to blonde Shannon and Monica as I ushered Shannon to an oversized chair right next to the window.

I handed a joint to the girls and everyone, including Shannon and I, partook in the holy herb. I took up a position behind my Shannon and gently rubbed her inner thigh being sure to expose her hairless love slit to the entire room. Angie, being the pro she was, had already relieved two of the guys from their clothes and was seductively dancing and rubbing them. The two remaining men had taken their pick between blonde Shannon and Monica and were also busy kissing and heavy petting.

I grabbed my camera and ordered the biggest douche bag of the bunch, a tattooed jerk named Mike, to come over to the chair where Shannon and I were sitting. "Get on your knees and lick this lovely ladies pussy clean," I ordered. He looked confused but dutifully complied as Shannon grabbed my hands and held on tight. Mike clearly knew what he was doing. He slowly worked his way towards Shannon's swollen clit. He pursed his lips and began to suck her clit causing her hips to clench and I was aware of her hot breath on my neck.

I looked around the room in enough time to see Angie on her knees in front of three of the guys, taking all their cocks down her throat. Blonde Shannon and Monica, now naked, would jack the cock that was not down Angie's throat. She was an absolute professional. They were all laughing and giggling. I whispered to Shannon to open her eyes and watch the scene that was unfolding in front of us.

"Oh, God," she began, "I want to be her. That is so fucking hot." I stood up from behind Shannon and took my clothes off, slowly and gently placing them on a chair. I'm telling you guys, I have no idea what was in that pill I took, but my cock seemed longer and thicker that I have ever seen it. I couldn't help but grab it and hold it like a weapon.

"Get up," I ordered Mike and we each stood on one side of the chair as Shannon stroked us and watch blonde Shannon and Monica assume the same position as Angie, each sucking a cock for all it was worth. I was so lost in what I was seeing that I failed to notice Shannon had taken Mike's shaft deep into her throat. After a few moments, she turned her head towards my swollen member, a took me deep, still working Mike's cock which was dripping wet with her saliva.

"Get your ass over here," Angie demanded of Mike as she got on all fours. "Blonde b*tch," she continued referring to blonde Shannon, "You get on the cock." Mike had lied down on the floor and blonde Shannon dutifully complied, stradled him, and plunged his cock deep inside her sn*tch. Monica lowered her thick black muff over Mike's mouth and began to ride his face. With that, Angie moved one of the guys behind her to fuck her doggystyle with she hungrily licked blonde Shannon's clit. Angie was getting fucked hard from behind and, short of getting a running start, the guy behind her could not have been hitting her harder. Eventually, now that her pussy was soaking in Mike's saliva, Monica took one of the guys jerking off into her pussy from behind while she took a dick in her mouth.

Shannon was still sucking my cock, taking time to also enjoy the scene unfolding before her. "This can not be happening," she kept saying as she watched these seven people fucking and sucking furiously in front of her. It wasn't long before the guy fucking Angie from behind emptied his load all over her back which he dutifully cleaned with a bar towel. Clearly exhausted, he took a seat and appeared to fall into a deep trance.

Angie moved blonde Shannon off of Mike's cock and mounted him and demanded that someone fuck her in the ass. Quickly, the gentleman that was getting his cock sucked by Monica, lubed up with his own saliva and took position behind Angie. It wasn't long before she was screaming with a rip-roaring orgasm. Monica, sensing the tension from her man, moved into position to swallow his load and he spewed his hot cum all over her face and hair.

Shannon and I sat, gently caressing our swollen organs and very much enjoying the show. Shannon, embolded by what was going on around her, started to cheer the guy fucking Angie from behind, "Fuck her harder." Shannon got up and strode over and kneeled behind him and started to move her hips with him. She ripped off her dress and then, to my absolute astonishment, lick her thumb and plowed it into this guys ass squeezing his balls at the same time. After a few minutes of this guy moaning like a chick, he pulled out his prick and dropped his load all over her ass and Mike's balls.

"Finish this asshole with your mouth, you dumb blonde b*tch," Angie demanded of blonde Shannon. She lowered her head to his crotch with her pussy in Mike's face and began to work his member. Shannon, incensed by the moment, lent a helping mouth and hand. Mike came so hard that his balls retracted into his own body as the girls jacked his cock and allowed his fluids to run all over their hands.

To my astonishment, the whole scene only took less than 30 minutes to go off as everyone seemed relatively satisfied save me. "Hey," I announced in a pissed off fashion, "Rock hard cock over here."

Angie, almost laughing, lined all the girls, ass up on the couch and announced, "Take your pick, stud."

I walked over and chose blonde Shannon's wet sn*tch for my first sticking. I hit is slow but hard, sinking it in as deep as I could get it. Her c*nt was warm and tight as I retracted my cock as far as i could without actually taking it out and slammed it back home. Next, I chose Angie, doing the same until I felt the unmistakable urge to empty. I backed off, collected myself and entered Monica from behind. I, taking my cue from Shannon, wet both of my thumbs and slammed them into the assholes of Angie and blonde Shannon as I stuffed my cock deep inside Monica. The fellas were all cheering me on with each thrust of my cock. Eventually, the fellas had recovered enough and took positions on the other side of the couch, placing their cocks in the mouths of each of the girls. Again, my muscles tensed as I was about to cum and I backed off Monica. The last c*nt to attack was Shannon's as she feverishly worked Rick's cock in an out of her mouth. I entered her and she gasped. I slid a thumb up her ass and worked her while she sucked Rick's cock for all it was worth. As I readied to cum, I turned her around and busted the biggest nutt of my like all over her face, chin and tits. By this time some of the fellas had moved around and were fucking the girls from behind.

"Shannon," I began after squeezing the last drop from my swollen glans, "wants to finish each of you." The look on her face was priceless as Mike, that tattooed douche bag, neared completion and walked in front of Shannon and emptied his ball all ove her chest. One by one, they all let their loads loose of my wife as she was covered in thick cum.

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