1. Making a Fantasy Come True at a Comedy Club


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: Humor, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    I had been dating Michelle about a year and while we always had fantastic sex, it was always on her terms. After a year of an "on -gain-off-again" relationship, I wanted to try something different - sex in public. At first, Michelle was not very keen on the idea. “Look,” I argued, “We can keep it discreet, but still have fun.” Michelle finally acquiesced under intense pressure. We were having sex at the time and she was on the brink of a massive cataclysmic orgasm. Public sex wasn’t my only fantasy, but the one that intrigued me the most. Michelle and I talked about my fantasy, and over a period of several days, she slowly warmed up to the idea. Then one day, out of the clear blue, she told me she had always wanted to have sex with another guy while I watched. I told her I would have to choose the guy. She was fine with my request. That night was the best sex we had experienced in years, thinking about our fantasies. I worked in a machine shop with a bunch of other guys who were always talking about their sexual exploits. I was pretty sure I could find a co-worker who might be willing to make out sexual fantasies come true. Then, one day a few weeks back, Michelle decided to pick me up from work. I stepped outside and told her I was finishing up on a hot project and asked if she would mind waiting. As I finished up my project, I over heard two co-workers talking about a “hot chiquita” outside. At the time, I didn’t know they were talking about Michelle. Only after I ...
    stepped back outside, did I realized whom they had been talking about. Michelle was leaning against the hood of her car, waiting for me. She had on her cowboy boots, a very tight fitting, low cut blouse and a short black mini-shirt, which allowed her to show off her well toned and tanned legs. Her long blonde hair curled at the ends, mid-back and was wind-tossed. I slid into the passenger seat and waved at my co-workers, standing in the doorway of the machine shop, as we drove off. We had dinner at the Cutting Horse Steakhouse and then headed next door for some boot scootin’ at Hanks, a local dance hall that catered to a young crowd. The doorman gave us a smile as we walked in, but I knew the smile was more a recognition of Michelle, than it was a greeting for the two of us. Then it hit me. This would be the night. I texted Jose, my work companion and asked him if he wanted to come to Hanks. He texted back that he didn’t have any money and that if his girlfriend knew that he had gone without her, she’d kill him. I texted him back with two words. “Blonde sex.” Jose loved blondes. Jose was always talking about blondes at work. “Give me an hour,” Jose texted back. One hour was perfect. I bought several drinks for Michelle and myself. The nice thing about Hanks is that they didn’t play just country music, but a variety of music, which is why it was so popular. They were also very liberal with the alcohol. By 10pm, the place was packed and it was hard to even move without bumping into ...
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