Sex at the club

John furiously paced back and forth in the house. He knew everything about the trip his wife was making, and as he looked at his watch, he said, "Uh, it's been twelve minutes; she is probably parking her car right now. It is only 11:10, so the strip club is still open. That means she's going to let the bouncer know she's there before slipping in the backdoor to the stripper's locker room."

John looked down back at this was 11:17, "I would bet Steve is entering the locker room about now," John mumbled to himself, despairing. "I bet when he sees Jenn, he will go at it right there, putting her against a wall, taking what he wants."

John was exactly right. At that very moment, Steve was aggressively French kissing Jennifer against the back wall of the locker room while he has groping her ass through her tight-fitting dress. One of his hands found one of Jennifer's big breasts and freed it from her dress roughly, and he squeezed it hard.

When Steve felt extra frisky, he would send Jennifer back to John wrapped in nothing but a towel, and her clothes would be forever lost. Jennifer has been busy for the last week and a half and hasn't visited Steve; as a result, he would likely be REALLY frisky with her tonight.

This only made John angrier because he had bought that dress for his wife for her birthday, and he loved the way it looked on her. As he thought about all the ways Steve was going to fuck his wife tonight, his hand slipped inside his pants and onto his quickly hardening dick.

Meanwhile, back at the Strip club, Jennifer and Steve are starting to really go at it.

Steve had turned Jennifer around so that her big exposed breasts were pressed against the wall. He kissed the nape of her neck while his hands got a firm grasp on the back neckline of the dress. Jennifer knew exactly what he was doing; despite, at the moment, loving what he does, she would typically be able to convince him not to do it.

However, when they have been apart for a while, there is no convincing Steve, not that she wanted to anyway. Despite knowing how much the dress meant to John, the sounds of the seam of it ripping from Steve's pure strength only made her pussy wetter for him.

Jennifer felt like she heard the seam rip in slow motion, hearing each stitch pop, slowly exposing her naked body to the entire room.

With her dress now split in the back and barely hanging onto her front, Steve reached between her ass cheek and pulled out her thong hard, trying to rip it off!

It hurt a lot, but she usually loved every second of the pain Steve inflicted on her, and he snapped her thong on the string side. Once he was confident it wouldn't get in the way, he dropped the pink string, allowing it to dangle between her legs. He whispers into her ears as he rubs his cock up and down her ass, "You're just got done trying to fuck him again, didn't you."

"Muh," she moaned as he poked his head inside her rosebud. "I tried, yeah..."

"Why don't you just give up on that fucking loser and come live with a real man like me" She didn't say a word; she just allowed him to fuck her ass. Steve lined himself up on her asshole and started to push his big cock into her, causing more pain but more pleasure as well.

"I love him, Steve, he is my...fuck..." Jennifer lost her breath for a moment as Steve pushed himself deep into her ass; he didn't want her talking about John in a good way.

"He might be gay, Jennifer; what kind of a man can't get it up for his wife?" Steve slowly fucked her ass as he spoke into her ear, "What kind of a man lets another man put a baby in his wife? What kind of a man lets another man take care of his business?"

"You are a beautiful and sexy woman, Jennifer; you are a great fuck, have a great body, and nobody I have ever met can suck a dick as you can," Steve continued. "I bet there isn't a cock in the world you could not take down your throat, Jenn, but here you are waiting for a limp dick homo husband to get it hard for you."

Steve called her husband a lot of names; he could be cruel, but he could get it hard for her, and her husband could not. At least for tonight, John could suck a cock for all she cared. She was Steve's woman for tonight.