1. First Steps in Amsterdam (MF) - Part 1/2 (True Story)


    Date: 11/13/2014, Author: 1cock2boobz, Rating: 7, Source: reddit

    We spend a good bit of time in Amsterdam. Why wouldn’t you? Beer, friendly people, an amazing society, and everyone enjoys a good time. Some do so more than others…Drunkenly we have talked at great lengths about knocking on the doors as we walk through De Wallen. It was no secret that she enjoyed our walks down the canal. The first time we went I was unsure of what her reaction would be...what she would say...instead I found myself looking over to watch her eyes wander from window to window. Lingering more on others than some.A few years ago we had took that first step to go into a strip club hidden between one of the side streets. She sat there sipping her very expensive beer. Between the loud thumps of music she leaned into my shoulder and whispered “that one.” It was the first step we took together as the stripper grinded her on the bar. I looked over intensly watching her feel every curve of the strippers body and focus on her playful nipples. It was as if I was not in the room. A silent observer with a bulge in my pants. We walked out and back to our hotel room that night. It was seconds after the door opened I took advantage of her horny wetness from her little adventure.We had been unable to get back to Amsterdam due to some scheduling issues with both our jobs. Whether it was her schedule or mine, we found ourselves unable to wedge it into the schedule. That is until a few months ago.Much is our routine we went out for bitterballen and a few Dutch Kopstootje before ...
    stumbling through the canals lined with red lights. Excited from her last visit we strolled quickly and purposefully to the strip club. “This time I am going to take off my coat” my wife excitedly stated as she made her way for the door. She sat down again in much the same manner…”that one” and with that I called her over. By both our accounts she was not nearly as sexy as the last one, but boobs are boobs as my wife says, and she eagerly played. The girl pushed into my wife’s body and grabbed her hands to ensure she felt everywhere we had paid for. She turned over and pushed her lips towards my wife, but not allowing a touch. Same as last time, she was fully engulfed in the experience of this womans body being a playground for her hands. She reached back and pulled me to sit next to her as it happened. It took everything possible to stand-up without revealing the hard dick pushing to be free in my jeans. The girl finished her show and had my wife kiss her ass check and give her a friendly slap. In a room full of drunk guys, I am sure she much prefered my wife’s sexy tender touch. My wife asked if we could take her in a room to play. As I pulled the euros from my wallet I asked “we have no private rooms here” and with that we drank our beer and left. But it did plant a seed of what we were ready to do.I had fully expected the same thing to happen as last time, but we strolled towards the canal again. “Live Sex Show sounds interesting” said my wife. I had expected a joking ...
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