My husband takes me to a strip club

My ex and I were always sexually open. We met very young and what attracted me most to him from day one was how he made me feel comfortable in my own skin. I didn't have to explain to him why something turned me on.

Our conversations could go on so long that we would go to sleep until 1 a.m. every day, then get up at 7 a.m. to go to work. It was 100% worth it! We got to know each other so well that I no longer had to tell him what I wanted or what I would like to experience. And from his perspective, he always wanted to see me excited and enjoying myself!

One day, he tells me: "I want to take you to a different place today." With this sentence, my head began to spin. I already knew I was going to experience something new and I started to sweat. We arrived at a bar around 12 at night. There were a lot of people and the first thing that caught my attention was the type of men, "bears." My body was immediately filled with adrenaline and I felt like I was drunk, without feeling my arms or feet, I was floating.

We began to make our way through the crowd, asking permission from a muscular man, very shy and so afraid to touch him because he wouldn't listen to me. With the tips of my fingers I touched his shoulder and approached his ear: "excuse me." The man turned around, looked me in the eyes and stepped away, hairy chest, little belly, sexy!

Suddenly, the rhythm of the music changed and a stripper in his underwear appeared on the long bar. Muscular, oiled, dancing with an impressive bulge between his legs. His erection was noticeable immediately.

My partner took me by the hand to the high bar and hugged me from behind. With a gesture, he called the stripper over and slipped a bill into his boot. The stripper bent down and my partner told him, "take care of him."

The stripper looked at me and smiled mischievously, stood up, took off his boxers and bent over, spreading his knees so that his penis was in front of my face. He grabbed me by the back of my neck and leaned close to my ear, whispering, "grab it." Instantly, I became intoxicated with adrenaline and began to shake. I grabbed his big, veiny penis, while my partner, gently from behind, pushed my head towards the stripper's penis and told me, "try it." Without thinking for another second, I opened my mouth and filled it with his penis, while he grabbed the beer bottle that I had in my hand and filled his mouth with it. He grabbed my hair firmly from behind and pulled my head back, with the big finger of his other hand he opened my mouth, came closer and filled my mouth with beer from his.

Some beer dripped on my cheek, my partner noticed, turned my head and cleaned me with his tongue. At that moment, the stripper stood up and winked at me.

The looks I felt around me excited me but at the same time made me ashamed. To this day, after 20 years, I remember every fragment of feeling. The eroticism that I experienced at that moment made me understand that the morbidity and the insinuation excited me more than the final act. Since then, I began to enjoy each sense much more: smell, taste, visual, touch and audio.