It’s Panda, Miss Dementia If You’re Nasty

Flashpoint

by on Mar.07, 2013, under NSFW

They had a stereotypical married-for-years sex life: it was practically non-existent, and when they did get around to having sex, it was passionless, just a going-through-the-motions release. They had, after all, responsibilities: full time jobs, full time kids, housework, honey do lists, cooking… sex just wasn’t a priority among all of that. Neither party was happy with the drop in their sexual activities, but they never talked about it, never had the energy to bring up that sort of thing.

It was Friday, and Eric had texted Vicki to let her know that he had to work late. She arrived home from her job & did the Mom thing – cooking and cleaning for their two teenage sons – and then settled down to read her book on the couch as the boys played video games in the living room. She lost herself in her book for a while, but when she looked up and saw that the clock read 8:30, she began to get a little worried. Normally, even when he had to work late, Eric was home by 7 or so.

Vicki walked into the bedroom to get some privacy and she called his cell phone. There was no answer. She then tried his office number, but there was no answer there, either. She texted him with the message “Getting worried. Where are you? Call me, please.” She sat down on the bed and tried to be patient in waiting for an answer, but after 15 minutes of silence, she did something she didn’t think she’d ever have to – she logged onto their cell provider’s website and used the GPS tracker in his phone to track him down.

When the address came up, she Googled it and was stunned at what the result came back as: Kreamy Kitty Kaberet.

“A fucking strip club?!” she raged in her mind. “Why in the hell would he lie to me?” She made up her mind instantly to go down to the strip club and confront him.

She went out into the living room, grabbed her purse and keys, and told her sons, “I’ve got to run out for a little while. You two behave.”

She noticed the devious look they gave each other as she walked out the door, but was too preoccupied with her husband’s antics to worry about what kind of trouble her boys would get into.

She drove furiously to the strip club, rehearsing in her head what she would say when she found Eric there, railing at the betrayal and the deceit.

A 15 minute drive got her to the parking lot of the Kreamy Kitty Kaberet, and she pulled recklessly into a parking spot and stomped her way up to the door. She pulled open the door and a wave of heat, smoke, and pounding music hit her. She shook her head to clear it and with determination strode through the door. The bouncer tried to stop her and she waved him aside and continued on the war path.

As she walked further into the club, she scanned the large room for Eric. She saw the stage, with the busty blonde grinding on the pole, she saw the women in short shorts and barely-there tops delivering drinks, and then she saw him. He was sitting at a table with a few of his coworkers and there was a woman wearing only a G-string and way-too-high heels dancing over him, shimmying her bare breasts in his face, whispering into his ear. She was a gorgeous woman – dark nipples set against olive skin, perky breasts, long, black hair, curvy hips.

Vicki’s anger faded and was beginning to be replaced by a stir of desire. Not just for this woman, but for her husband – he sat there full of life, laughing, passion in his eyes. It had been so long since Vicki had seen Eric like that – as a man, a still attractive and desirable man, and not just as her husband or the father of her kids.

She walked up to the table and saw Eric’s coworkers’ eyes grow wide and jaws drop as they recognized her. It took Eric a moment to realize she was standing there, but when he did, he jumped up out of his chair, a horrified look on his face, and stammered, “Vicki, I… I…”

Vicki cut him off by putting her hand over his mouth. She turned to the stripper and said, “We’d like a private dance for the two of us. Can you do that?”

The stripper licked her dark lips and said, “Of course, honey. I can do anything if the price is right. Follow me.” She sauntered in front of them, her ass swaying tantalizingly back and forth.

Vicki grabbed Eric’s hand and pulled him along after her. He looked at her with a bewildered look on his face, but followed obediently.

The stripper led them to a small, closed-off room equipped with velvet walls, a velvet couch, and a couple of gaudy armchairs. “Have a seat,” she purred as she pointed to the couch.

Vicki sat down in the middle of the couch and pulled Eric down next to her.

“So, I guess you’re the one running the show,” the olive-skinned beauty said to Vicki. “Shall I start with you?”

Vicki swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. The stripper straddled Vicki’s lap and began to gyrate on top of her. Vicki was mesmerized by the pert, dark nipples in front of her face.

“Don’t be shy,” encouraged the stripper, “you can touch. I trust you.”

Vicki nodded and tentatively brought her hands up to the stripper’s body, lightly sliding her hands over the glistening flesh of her hips and sides.

Not satisfied with the touch, or maybe looking for a bigger tip, the stripper grabbed Vicki’s hands and slid them up to her breasts, squeezing Vicki’s hands on top of them. She leaned forward and cooed into Vicki’s ear, “Mmmm, that feels so good.” She brushed her lips along Vicki’s neck, and Vicki felt herself get instantly wet.

She looked over at Eric and found him thoroughly enjoying the show – the growing bulge in his pants a testament to that fact. He smiled lasciviously at Vicki and licked his lips. This made Vicki’s cunt ache, and though she was enjoying the feel of the stripper on top of her, she really wanted – no, NEEDED – her husband.

Vicki took one hand off of the grinding stripper and moved it to the bulge in Eric’s pants. She rubbed lightly, reveling in the feel of his cock growing harder beneath her hand. Eric leaned over and kissed Vicki deeply, electricity dancing across their tongues, their passion for each other rising.

The stripper, realizing that she was more or less no longer needed, stood up and said, “It seems you two have unfinished business to take care of.” Eric broke the kiss and looked up at her with a shit-eating grin on his face. “I’m going to head back to the stage, but you two can use this room as long as you’d like, and we’ll settle up later. Have fun, kids.”

Both Vicki and Eric watched her firm ass wiggle on her way out of the room, but as the door closed, Eric turned back to Vicki. “Vicki, I’m sorr-”

Vicki cut him off. “Don’t. Not now. Just take me. I want you to fuck me like you used to.” She stood up & lifted her dress over her head, unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor, and then stepped out of her panties.

Eric stood up and wrapped her naked body in his arms and drew her close, pressing his erection against her stomach. He kissed her deeply once again, and then moved his lips down her chin, down her neck, and to her breasts. His tongue traced circles around her nipples, teasing them to attention, and then lightly danced across them, sending jolts through Vicki’s body. He slid one hand down her back and over her ass, pausing a moment to squeeze her firm ass tightly, and then continuing around her hips to the front. He slipped his fingers in between her thighs and found her wet and warm and wanting.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathed against her breast, “I can’t believe how wet you are!”

Vicki moaned as she felt his fingers brush against her clit.

Without warning, Eric removed his hand and straightened up. He grabbed Vicki around the waist and tossed her onto the couch, face down. He quickly stripped off his clothes and kneeled behind her on the couch. He grabbed her hips, positioned her ass in the air, and thrust his throbbing cock into her pussy.

Vicki cried out against the velvet cushion of the couch and pushed her hips back, urging Eric deeper inside of her.

Eric paused a split second to enjoy the warm wetness that was engulfing his cock, and then he began to do what Vicki had pleaded for – he fucked her. He fucked her hard. He fucked her with all of the built-up frustration that had come from years of their sex life being put on the back burner. He fucked her with all of the passion he used to feel for her in the beginning of their marriage, that was now blooming anew inside of him.

Vicki grabbed onto the edge of the couch with one hand to brace herself against Eric’s pounding, and she snaked her other hand underneath her to her clit. It had been too long since her clit had received any attention, and just the lightest of touches caused Vicki to moan and writhe against Eric’s cock. She rubbed herself as he fucked her, feeling the intensity building quickly within her.

“Oh god, Eric,” moaned Vicki, “that feels so good. I’m going to come on your cock soon!”

“Yes, baby, yes!!” Eric gripped her hips tightly and used them to help slam her pussy onto his cock. He was on the brink of orgasm himself and was trying to hold it off until Vicki came.

A few more thrusts, a few more circles around her clit, and Vicki’s orgasm broke over her, causing her to cry out and shudder. The clenching of her pelvic muscles sent Eric over the edge, and he slammed into Vicki one more time and came, shooting his hot load into her still spasming pussy.

The both of them completely spent, Vicki sunk down onto the couch and Eric collapsed on top of her. He kissed the back of her neck and said, “Fuck, I don’t know where that came from, but I’ve missed that.”

“Me too,” sighed Vicki. “We’ve gone too long neglecting ourselves. That needs to stop.”

“I agree completely.” Eric pushed himself up into a sitting position at the end of the couch and pulled her up into his lap. Looking deep into her eyes, he continued, “I love you more than anything, and I am sorry for lying to you about tonight. I didn’t think you’d approve.” He chuckled. “But I guess we found out that you enjoy it as much as I do!”

Vicki giggled. “Yes, it appears I do.” She turned serious. “Though I don’t appreciate the lie, I am glad it happened. We needed it.” She kissed him.

A few minutes later, they emerged, fully dressed and hand in hand, from the private room, looking like giddy teenagers. They found the stripper at the bar and Eric put 5 $20 bills in her hand. “Thank you,” he said wholeheartedly. “You have no idea the magic that your dancing has created.”

Vicki gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Yes, thank you. We’ll definitely be back to see you soon.”

Eric and Vicki left the club and he walked her to her car. They lingered there for a while, kissing and holding each other, not wanting to part. They finally got into their cars and drove home separately. When they walked into the house, their sons were still in front of the TV, right where Vicki had left them. They looked up curiously as their mom & dad walked in together, and confused looks flashed across their faces as they saw the change in their parents.

Vicki smiled down happily at them and said, “Boys, it’s been a long night and your father and I are heading to bed. Don’t stay up too late.” Before they could respond, she was pulling Eric towards their bedroom. Once safely inside, with the door locked, she stripped out of her clothes once again and sauntered with a new found confidence toward their bathroom.

“Join me, love?” she called over her shoulder as she started the shower.

Eric wasted no time in complying.

 

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