The bouncer.

Marissa opened the door to see the bald bouncer standing there grim-faced.

"Yes?" she asked with an innocent smile, standing there nude without any shame or modesty.

"I thought I heard a noise," the burly bouncer said, unable to keep his eyes off of Marlissa's perfect body. She was a couple of inches taller than him even without her heels on, blocking his view of Ryan sliding his cock in and out of the brunette's pussy.

"Oh, that was just me," she replied with her green eyes glowing subtlety. "Is there anything else?" She pretended to finally realize that she was naked and covered her breasts and crotch with her hands.

"You have five more minutes," he grunted before walking back to his post.

Closing the door behind her, Marlissa walked back to the couch where Ryan still pounding away at Emily. "You have five more minutes, honey."

Ryan grinned at the young brunette. Emily did not know what he had in mind behind that grin but she knew it would mean she would have to endure more orgasms.

"Sweetie, please get on your hands and knees on the couch," Ryan asked as he reluctantly pulled out his cock, slick with her pussy juices.

Emily obediently complied. The brunette bit her lower lip, anxiously waiting to be filled with cock again, as he knelt behind her. She let out a grunt when Ryan rammed into her with one quick thrust. He held onto her waist as he pulled out only to pull her back towards him, slamming his loins against her, causing ripples on her ass. Not satisfied with the tempo of his thrusts, Emily pushed her ass back against his thrusts, trying to get even more cock inside of her. She threw her head from side to side, waving her long hair about, as another orgasm built up. Arcing her back, the brunette let out a cry before collapsing on the sofa but Ryan kept her ass in the air as he continued to pound it. Sensing he was going to cum soon, Ryan slowed his thrusts but made them harder and deeper.

"Ah fuck!" he roared as he pumped a thick stream of semen into Emily's womb. With his balls emptied, he slowly pulled his deflating cock out and stood up, letting his wife lick his shaft clean before he got dressed.

"We should go, sweetie, before the bouncer comes back and throws us out," Ryan suggested, offering his hand to Emily.

The brunette reluctantly nodded and took his hand to help her stand up after the pounding he gave her.

Ryan grabbed his wallet while the brunette got dressed. He handed her a wad of bills.

"I can't," she said, looking at the money. "I'm not a whore."

"Consider it as a gift towards your tuition," he said, pushing the cash into her hands.

"I would have let you fuck me even without the money," Emily admitted, looking at Marlissa embarrassingly. "I mean, with your wife's approval."

"It was my idea, remember?" the redhead smirked as she took the young waitress by the arm to lead her out of the champagne room.

The three walked passed the bouncer and smiled innocently.

"Now what?" Ryan wondered, looking around the strip club.