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NEXT TIME HAD COME IN THE LAP DANCE ROOM

---We were running out of vacation time and it had been a wild one. Dollie had surpassed my wildest fantasy ideas and was still hot and kinky as we talked about more games. It seemed like the wilder the games were and the more her pussy was used, the better our sex was. We’d both talked about some of the stupid daring things we’d done this vacation and decided we had to chose safer places and fewer partners at a time.
---The beach near the sand dunes seemed to be her choice. Those dunes blow outs are usually more private. That was until Dollie’s noises attracted attention. In this lower part of the park very few sunbath or even hike and getting up nearer the edge of the beach is out of view until someone walks past. Of course visibility both ways is only limited by your eyesite. Playing our quickie games right on the lonely beach really was safer. But it was rare when we actually found anyone who was willing to do more than pose or hold a tittie for a photo.
---Not sure who thought up a better game to finish our vacation. Probably both of us after I threw the idea out there. A third trip to the Strip Club lap dance room. Hopefully this time to mess around with the manager/ bartender. The guy was maybe Dollie’s age, 40 something and she thought he was cute. I told her if he chickened out we’d get one or two of those old geezers to go in the little room with us. Several had begged her before. Dollie thought that was gross but after both laughing and gripping thought the change back to an old fart might be fun.
---The next morning the weather made our decision. Rain was in the forecast so the evening before we’d picked up most of our things from around the RV and I even cranked up the leveling jacks. Nothing left but roll up the power cord. I’d already picked up the water hose and sewer hose. Even the TV antenna was lowered. Tomorrow I’d hitch up the car to the motorhome and hit the trail. 200 miles to home tomorrow and work late that night.
---While eating breakfast in the RV I asked what we were gonna do today. Dollie said “remember about going to the strip club? Let’s go.” I remember telling Dollie we’d wait until after lunch to go . Rarely do people go to those places until in the afternoon. We had good luck there around early afternoon, not crowded. Since it was now raining harder we just took a little ride. By the way, Dollie wore a micro mini and low top again. When she didn’t wear shorts I was sure she was ready to get fingered so I asked. “Of course,” she said.
----It was after 2PM. Maybe 3PM by now. I’d grilled Dollie many times about doing this again. Years of begging for this, now I was worried. She smiled and insisted it would be fun. In fact I’d asked so much she was getting upset. Still, as I parked in the strip club lot I asked once more about getting fingerfucked by some old coots. Dollie said she hopes it’s the cute bartender.
----Inside. We walked directly to the bar and got the bartender off to the side. I told him my wife wants to talk to him. Most games and even picture taking I’d make Dollie ask. It was my safety for not forcing her to do things. He was ogling her boobies oozing out of her blouse as Dollie told him our plan. “We want to rent the lap dance room with you for an hour or so. The owner/bartender asked her “for what?” Dollie said ”I think you know.” They laughed and talked about getting her boobs fondled and her pussy fingered. She sort of jokingly begged him “ if you won’t do it my husband is going to get some of those dirty old men who keep staring at me.” The bartender told both of us he’d be very happy to join us. He said “but first let me make a phone call and some rules of my own.”
--I was thinking, Oh fuck, he’s gonna get another man or two to join us! I told Dollie this. Her answer was, “well we’ll see.” We had a seat, watched at least two strippers dance and flirted with several 60 to 65+ year old men in case we needed back up players. Dollie actually liked a couple of them. A few fondled her titties and asked to see her pussy. Then one old fart rubbed Dollie’s c*nt. I think she was ready to rent a lap dance room!
---Maybe half hour passed and in walked a knock out gorgeous Blonde wearing a low blouse and a mini skirt that rivaled Dollies short skirt. The bartender hugged and kissed her then introduced his wife, also about our age. Some brief small talk and we were told “Let’s go play”. “Remember” he added, “no fucking or oral sex.”
----I’ll name the Club owner Hank and his wife Helen. Helen removed her clothes instantly and was cuddling me, rubbing her big tits into my chest. A first for me there, I took off my T-shirt and shorts, standing fully erect from Helen’s previous cuddling. Hank striped. But Dollie’s tummy scar embarrassed her so she only removed her top and rolled the tiny mini up . She didn’t realize it but her scar almost always showed during these games! No one seemed to care. Like I’ve written before, it’s that gash below it they were after. As the games began Hank and Helen refreshed us with the no fucking sucking rules.
---This deserves a whole new story……….. To follow.
We did the wife swapping fingerfucking, tit feeling thing for a long time. We even swapped back to our own wives a few times. Sometimes I forgot which blonde I was playing with! Helen’s c*nt was also well worn but juicy! We had a great time. Several times one of the strippers looked in to make sure things were okay. That was part of their job when others were using the lap dance rooms. By the way our cost for the day was zero! Even the beer was free when we took a well deserved break just to get better acquainted.
-----The only reason we left was it was getting late and I wanted to get the car hooked up to the motorhome before dark. Remember, we were headed home in the morning. Plans were made and we returned by motorcycle. Next time was in August. We’d planned on getting a motel that time but were forced to stay with Hank and Helen. After that, we stayed in one of the homes for rent or for sale by the reality company Helen worked for.
(Just remembered another story. In fact, I could write a book about Helen and Hank. More to follow)
---We went back to visit a few times toward the end of the year and several more times over the next couple years. We’d found our dream couple! I‘m thinking this was 1984 to maybe 1986. Then life got too busy and our sex games nearly stopped until retirement in 1994. Part of this has been written someplace.