Jenny and Vicki at the Bar

Vicki is one of my sexy, fun, online friends that I have never met in real life. That was about to change. Vicki and I made plans to meet at a strip club to have an erotic evening. Let me clarify something. While Vicki is exciting and sexy, Victor (Vicki’s real name) is a thirty-three-year-old guy, a bore, well, at least boring and of no interest to me. I enjoy chatting with the cross-dressing, very bi Vicki. We talk about many topics like clothes, shoes, lipstick, and especially sucking cock. From her photos and videos I expect that she would be somewhat passable in a dim-lit bar. Victor divorced six years ago, has no kids, and presently has a part-time girlfriend that has no idea about his other life as Vicki.

I am Jenny, a mid 50’s, happily married mom of four. I have many photos posted online, but to briefly describe, I am tall, fair-skinned, thin-ish with long legs, blonde hair and D-cup natural boobs. My pussy and ass have been 100% faithful to Nick, my husband, for our thirty plus years together. My mouth is another story. I often get an uncontrollable urge to suck strange, random cock. I never schedule dates, feeling that is truly cheating. Yes. I know my moral compass is somewhat off.

Making plans to meet and go out with Vicki was a little strange for me. We were heading out as two girls looking for some fun. The fact that Vicki had some extra equipment was a twist. From the photos, I know that she has an impressive cock, shaved, the way I like them. While she has expressed that she would love for me to blow her, Vicki is very respectful of my code. Vicki prowls for guys in seedy bars and adult book stores. She loves to both give and receive oral.

Vicki pulled in the parking lot of strip club approximately ten minutes after me. She got out of her car and walked toward me. She is 5’ 10” plus her 6” heels in which she strutted naturally with ease. She wore a tight leather mini skirt and a red light-weight, midriff sweater that hung sexily over her C-cup silicone form filled bra. The jet black shoulder-length wig was, except for the color, a great match to my natural hair. Vicki gave me a genuine, warm hug. As we left that embrace she gave me a gentle kiss on the lips, respecting my rules but also not wanting to mess up my lipstick. By day, I typically wear a clear gloss. On nights like these, I most often wear Revlon’s Red Rules the World, which Nick calls, “Cocksucker Red.”

The bar was dimly lit, even with the colored strobe lights twirling and flashing all over.