Even I had no idea that her nightly performances had gotten to this stage. She popped up, grabbed her money, her dot outfit, and walked down the short...steps from the platform. And I saw her be grabbed by the guy who fingered her, as they both walked to the back of the bar. There were private rooms or booths back there. Some areas just had drapes. But, I saw my five-foot-four wife and the customer (white, thirtyish, trim, about six-foot-eight) go into a booth that had a real door.With that door. I don’t know how it happened, but suddenly my back was the one to the wall, and she was on her toes, kissing me while her small hands explored my chest and abdomen. We continued in this fashion, removing clothes and pushing each other around my bedroom, tasting, feeling in a different way, both of us switching from stupid, giddy laughter to serious passion. Her scent was intoxicating, her mouth was overwhelming. When we were both in our underwear, I threw her, then myself, onto the bed. After. . 'sides, I saw that old chick dump her drink on you .. totally fucked up." "Excuse me, but you are using the bathroom aren't you?"....she flushed ... "I was." .. I was still reeling from the fact that she was sitting there and then she stood up pulling her flowered granny panties up over surprisingly voluptuous thighs. She smiled and said her name was Diana. She was wearing what looked to be a catholic school girl's uniform, knee high socks and all .. ... She looked like a white girl, but her. I felt myself stiffen and a chill rush over me when I did. I wanted to touch myself and did. “Are you going to jerk off?” he asked. “Yeah I think so.” “Good me too.” Before I could really think about what we were doing I had my hand down my pants and rubbing the length of my shaft as I walked over to my dresser to get some baby oil to enhance the stimulation. In the mirror I saw Thomas bending over pulling his shorts off his ass towards me. His butt was sweet chocolate brown, smooth and.