I had never had a man hold me and kiss me. The forcefulness was asunexpected as the kiss itself. Here was a man 4 inches taller than mewith well-defin...d muscles making me feel like a little schoolgirl.After a moment of sheer pleasure, I pulled away."William, I can't do this! I'm married." "But you didn't exactly pullaway quickly!"He had me there. I had liked it and I wanted more."You probably should go."William came towards me, took me by the shoulders and looked directlyinto my eyes."Just one. I began to do that nearly every morning, often entering the club as thelast employee was leaving. I pretended that I was one of the employeesand was charged with closing that night. I pretended to be a waitress,and slapped the hands of the customers when they groped at my barely-covered ass. Eventually I tried on some of the strippers 'working'clothing and began to dance on the stages. I even practiced a couple ofsimple stripping routines. It was wonderful.Then around the first of September the. .at work, in the supermarket, in restaurants, even on the streets...might be a man who had fucked you, used your warm, soft, wet pussy for his own pleasure. Another orgasm washed over you, another wave of pleasure. You welcomed this one, surrendered to it completely. This cock fucking you was longer than its predecessors, but not so thick. The owner of the cock tried to probe your ass with his fingers, but being tied as you were made that difficult. You tried to raise your hips, to make it. But my buddy Terry here could let her husband fuck me. that way, I would have an excuse to stay another day.”“Hey! If I give you my husband, what do I get?”“Me… and Linda.”“More than fair!”“Wait! What about me? Don’t I have a say in this?”All three at the same time: Nope!The girls decided that they were going to go up to the brick marketplace and window shop.“Honey, give me your credit card. I don’t have mine.”As I was getting my wallet out, “I thought you said window shop.”When I held the card.