Everything…mostly

When I got back home Monica and I had a date. She wanted to hear all the details about my night as a stripper. I told her about how great it went. Our preparation really paid off. I told her about all the money, and how she needs to think about where she wants to go.

Monica smiled, “You’re going to spend it all on me? You don’t have to if you don’t want to. But you haven’t told me anything juicy yet. Did any of the girls get handsy?”

“A couple of the women did cop a feel. I wasn’t fully hard though so I was sort of flopping around. So they grabbed it. No blowjobs or anything. It didn’t become a wild orgy.” I looked at her, waiting for her next question.

“So no one tried to have sex with you?”She asked. “Didn’t slip their phone number into your g-string? I’m disappointed. I thought my boyfriend was hot enough to get some inquiries.”

“Oh I’m you’re boyfriend?” I asked surprised. That was the first time that term was used.

“You don’t want to be my boyfriend?” She looked confused and disappointed. “Sorry I just assumed. We’ve dated so much and I really like you.”

I tried to calm her down, “Yeah I want to be your boyfriend. We just hadn’t talked about it before. Sorry it surprised me that you said it.”

“So you’re cool with being an exclusive couple?” She asked. Her face still worried.

“Yeah. I’m not interested in anyone else. I just had women grab my dick, and I didn’t get with them.” I said.

Monica responded, “Okay, we’re a couple now.” She reached down and squeezed my cock through my pants. “Are you sure no one wanted to fuck you? Be honest.”

I admitted, “The bride wanted to fuck me. But she was really wasted.”

“How did you know she wanted to fuck you?” She asked.

“When I was giving her a lap dance, she told me,” I said.

Still squeezing my cock, pumping it full of blood, she asked, “What did the bride look like?”

“She was taller than me. Very skinny, no boobs or butt, and red hair,” I said trying to give an unflattering picture of Jess.

“Oh so not your type, huh?” She slipped her hand into my pants and I feel the grip of her fingers wrap about my shaft. “Your type is a brunette with a thick ass. You’re so lucky to have found one.” Her hand squeezes and she jerks my cock up and down. She asked, “So you didn’t imagine your big thick cock splitting her skinny body in half?” Her lips moved to my ear and she whispered, “You didn’t want to see her redhead bobbing up and down with her lips wrapped around your dick? You didn’t want to be the last man she fucked before she got married to her husband?”

She moved her head down to my lap and sucked my cock. Her salvia slicked my shaft. When she stopped sucking, she returned her hand to stroking and it smoothly worked my whole shaft and cock head.

She returned her lips to my ear, “You’re so big. I bet more than just the bride wanted to fuck you. She was just the only one who said it to you. Be honest, did you want to fuck her.”

With my eyes closed, and Monica stroking my cock, I said, “Yes, but I didn’t fuck her.”

Monica returned her lips to my cock. She sucked the top half of my cock vigorously. She synchronized her hand stroking with her mouth. She worked the full length of my cock, until I came hard into her mouth. She sucked it all up and swallowed.

She came up and kissed me. The taste of my semen still on her lips. She said, “I’m glad you didn’t act on your urge to fuck her.”

I didn’t tell her about my text with my room number or Jess coming to my room too drunk to fuck. I said, “I like you too much. I don’t want to ruin what we have.”

Monica smiled, “Good. No cheating. I can’t deal with cheating. Now I just have to think of where we can go with your stripper money.”