[M]y Wonderful [FFF]iancee | 2016

Alright guys and gals. About 6 months ago I made this post and promised to keep you updated. Now I’ve failed you as we’ve had many great threesomes with her and Margots hooked up a few more times. But if you’ve read one you’ve kinda read them all.

Many of you reading the last post were probably thinking “you need to lock that down before someone else does”, and I was thinking it too. I proposed and we got engaged in the spring. Unfortunately, she got a great job a few hours away from where I am now going back to school. We decided to have one last big hurrah before work and school limited the amount of time we could spend together. Because of Margot (my fiancée) making 3.5x more than she did at her just out of college job and our saving up for the wedding and honeymoon, we’re flush with cash at the moment and decided to spend more than average. We got a great deal on a hotel about 300 feet from one of the major bar areas. Four stars, soaking tub overlooking part of the city and the lake, very industrial modern and well known in the area. After giving Margot a full body coconut oil massage followed by a green tea bath and gentle lovemaking, we go out to the bars.

The bar area is a bunch of houses converted into bars. It’s got a neighborhood feel to it, very chill, relaxed, and since school is about to start it’s absolutely packed. I suggest we go to bars in a different part of town known for lewd and lascivious behavior. It’s a rare night that you don’t see a girl with her tits out, sometimes people will hook up in dark corners of the bars. I’m thinking I’ll get to finger my beautiful bride to be out on the dancefloor and maybe we’ll meet a single girl down for some fun back at the hotel. Margot objects, saying “let’s go to a strip club” and I agree without hesitation. Generally going to a strip club means getting sexually frustrated, but I think strippers get desensitized to men and get really into performing for other women. At the very least I’m going to see a stripper and Margot sucking on each others tits, tribbing, and making out. At best, one dancer and Margot fingered each other out in the open while giving me an over the pants hand job. Regardless of how it turns out, Margot and I are going to have some really enjoyable sex after the club.

We arrive at the club only to find that, like every other place in the city, it’s packed from everyone coming into town for the start of school. The only tables available are VIP tables that come with bottle service, very attentive waitresses, and a surprisingly bad view of the main dance floor. We agree, getting settled as dancers come by soliciting their services and waitresses set us up with a bottle of champagne and some mixed drinks. After a few dances, each girl asking if we swung, Margot spotted her. While Margot is Asian (looks like London Keyes) she really goes for white girls. More than that, she really loves redheads, even more than that, redheads with green eyes and cute noses. Across the floor she sees a girl who may have been Gingerpuss’ identical twin sister with green eyes and daddy issues dancing on a pole, slowly working her way out of a peach babydoll, her black thong leaving little to the imagination. Margot grabs me, telling me to go get her over to the table. I go up, sliding a few $1s and $5s into her thong, pointing out where we’re sitting. Much to my dismay, after dancing she goes into a back room. Dejected, we resign ourselves to a few more dances until the waitress comes up, bringing another round. We ask if she could find out who the girl was, and invite her to the table. Perhaps 5 minutes later Melanie strolls up to the table and sits on Margots lap, complimented that we took such interest in her.

So if you’ve never been to a club before, generally how it goes down is dancers come up, talk to you, convince you to get a dance, dance for a song when the next one starts, and then head out after. Margot doesn’t want to risk getting just one dance from her Celtic Aphrodite, asking “How much would it cost for the rest of the night?” Melanie responds “Well it’ll be $20/dance for 2 and a half hours so that’s (some very large amount). Margot agrees so we wave the waitress down. The waitress is obviously thrilled we’re about to drop so much money, but points out that using the champagne room for 2 hours is $400 and we can just negotiate for the 30 minutes afterwards, plus we’d get the $100 back from the VIP table and more free alcohol. Knowing my fiancées interest in this girl, we decide that being a little more private is ideal and the waitress clears our stuff and we move to the room. About 30 seconds into getting to the room, Melanies clothes haven’t even come off yet, Margot realizes that all of Melanies attention is going to be focused on her, so I’ll likely be missing out. As this is our last big night for about a year, she asks Melanie to grab a friend. Melanie returns a few minutes later with Yvonne, looking like a topless young Catherine Zeta Jones with a diamond stud in her left nostril and light blue panties.

The waitress soon comes back with another bottle of champagne to join the half empty one from before and 8 Rumple Minze shots. I get the honor of paying for the room while Melanie and Yvonne start to dance on Margot. By the time the waitress leaves, Margot has shed her dark blue dress and is rubbing Melanies nipples as Melanie returns the favor. Yvonne joins me as soon as the waitress leaves, we all take two shots each and drink a flute of the champagne as the girls start to dance in earnest. Margot reaches into my pants to rub my incredibly hard 7 1/2” cock as I rub outside her panties, but as Melanie soon takes over for me I enjoy Yvonne with two hands. Yvonne takes off my belt, wrapping it around her stomach and unbuttons my shirt as I rubbed the inside of her thighs, sucked on her nipples, and bit her neck gently. Two am came too quickly, and the waitress came around to take away the alcohol. We quickly each took a mouthful of the open champagne bottle, but the second bottle was still sealed and we hid it under Margots dress to save it for later.

As the club cleared out after two, the feeling in the room became more intimate, more sexual. Without any glasses, we started to take body shots off of each other, the girls taking turns first sipping champagne out of each others belly buttons, then licking up to suck on the nipples or down to the panty line of the girl acting as the shot. As that wasn’t that much champagne first we poured champagne down the small of each others backs then, one person would sip champagne, then kiss to transfer it to another person with increasing amounts of tongue. Between dances, Margot would openly give me a handjob. Generally you let a girl who’s dancing on you to let you know if you’re touching too much and you can tell as you start to make them uncomfortable, but by 3:30 am basically the only rule was they weren’t going to handle my cock without fabric in between and I couldn’t rub them under their panties. That rule only really applied to me, as they were willing to go that much further with Margot but stopped at oral (way too obvious if someone walked in).

After so many “wow we’re so happy a sexy young couple came in tonight” “you must go to the gym” and “do you guys swing” Margot decides to ask “so, would you want to hang out after the club closes?” They smile, look at each other, and respond “yeah”. Melanie and Yvonne left to go tip out and change, while Margot and I wondered if we had just gotten hosed or if they would follow through. The answer appeared 5 minutes later when Melanie, then Yvonne, appeared in street clothes and a smile on their faces. Both girls were wearing Old Navy-ish sundresses in blue and yellow respectively. With their new outfits and much of the makeup removed, if you walked past them on the street you wouldn’t imagine I’d licked champagne off of at least 50% of each of their bodies. We all hopped into a cab, first driving to Melanies house to let out her dog, Edmond Dantes. Her house was small but very nice, we sat on the couch sipping beers and admiring the furniture she had refinished. In particular, the bookshelf looked amazing and was well appointed with books by Camus, Sartre, Verne, Dumas, Huxley, and more. The apartment looked more like it had belonged to an English professor than an exotic dancer, and I ended up borrowing “Flyboys” by James Bradley and “Peter the Great” by Ian Grey. As we waited for Edmond to relieve himself, she played a few songs on an acoustic guitar, we learned their names and more about them. Honestly Melanie was just amazing all around. By comparison, Yvonne was a valley girl. Grabbing another cab, we went to an after hours Korean Karaoke bar, but unfortunately it was too after hours and they were about to close.

Now came the moment of truth, the question that the entire night had been leading up to. With the answer hung the fate of the rest of the night and the weekend. “We’re staying at [fancy ass hotel] not far from here. There’s a minibar we can raid and we can sing along to songs on youtube if you’d like.” The girls immediately agreed and we headed back to the hotel. Once in the hotel room, the 30 second tour over, it took Margot all of 10 seconds to strip down to her panties and pull Melanie over to the bed as I sidled up to Yvonne. Yvonne politely reminded us that they had been working for the 6 hours and asked where the shower was. As we went into the bathroom, Melanie spotted the soaking tub and her eyes sparked with an idea. We all got naked and somehow, where two people had uncomfortably soaked at the beginning of the night, four people were crammed. With Melanie sitting on Margots lap and Yvonne gently massaging my cock with her ass, I interchanged between kissing Yvonne and gently biting her neck, switching off between giving Melanie a much needed foot massage and rubbing Yvonnes clit. After some time with the first dim light of morning appearing in the distance, we got out of the tub. The girls clad themselves in the provided bathrobes and we headed back to the bedroom.

“Are you sure Margot is cool with this?” asked Melanie as I pulled her close. I looked over at Margot, face buried in the folds of the bathrobe and the tits of Yvonne. Feeling that my wonderful fiancée wouldn’t object, I picked up Melanie, kissed her deeply, then laid her on the bed so that her legs hung over the edge of the bed and onto my shoulders. I dove in, eating that pussy like a retard on bath salts. The stereotype of strippers being oversexed hung in my mind and I was determined to impress. I licked her clit, sliding my finger into her pussy to rub her G-spot as my other hand explored her nipples. Her body tensed up, arching with pleasure every few minutes as she took turns between sucking on her own fingers and sucking on mine. After orgasming for the umpteenth time, she rolled onto her hands and knees begging me to fuck her. I looked over at Margot, occupied by Yvonnes head between her legs, who said “You need a condom.” Fuck, I did not have a condom. Melanie agreed, she wasn’t going to raw dog with a guy she picked up at a strip club, so I resolved myself to rimming her exposed ass, staring at her angel wing tattoo on her lower back, while using my index finger to rub her G spot and thumb to tease her clit.

Margot and Yvonne had since switched up, Yvonne receiving the expert attentions of Margot and shaking the bed with each orgasm, but Yvonne was by far the most straight of the girls – no girl is 100% straight but many definitely prefer getting fucked by a guy than a girl. As Yvonne wanted to switch to me and Margot wanted to get with HER girl, Melanie, we switched girls. I started with Yvonne the same way as with Melanie, laying her off the edge of the bed and eating that pussy like a fat kid eat cake – just diving in, licking and gently biting, rubbing my face all over so that it got dirty and sticky with her ample juices. But soon I wanted a little attention too, so Yvonne and I laid on the bed, making out while she gave me a handjob and I rubbed her clit and massaged her ass. After a minute or so, I slid Yvonne up further so her nipples were aligned with my mouth. I was able to slide a finger into her pussy, using one finger to rub her g spot while I used my thumb again to rub her clit. Listening to her breathe and moan, I noticed the rougher and rougher I got with her the more she enjoyed it, to the point where I was shaking her whole body. After a few minutes of orgasms, my arm was simply too tired to go on so I threw her to the other side of my body, using my fresh hand to continue. She was too tight for two fingers, but taking my tired hand, I had Yvonne suck on my fingers until they were well lubricated, and then slid a finger into her asshole to rub her anal g spot (do women have prostates?). Fucking Margot in the ass while a dildo was in her pussy is the most I’ve ever seen anyone cum, but this was definitely second place. After a few minutes of moaning hard, unable to reciprocate with a handjob, she became hoarse. A little while later, her ass was too sensitive to continue so we carried on with just vaginal stimulation.

Alerted to the noise, Margot and Melanie noticed that while I was giving all I had, I was not getting anything in return and decided to rectify that. Laying on my legs so that their tits draped over each side, Margot and Melanie first took turns giving me head, then shared. At first the licked up each side of my erection, kissing each other as they went, then one would suck on the tip while the other would lick the shaft. They would pause between switching positions, kissing each other passionately, sliding their hands over each other’s bodies. Melanie whispered something to Margot who smiled and mounted me in reverse cowgirl. As Margot slowly slid up and down my shaft, Melanie licked her clit and used one of her hands to massage my balls. Feeling Margots individual orgasms, seeing Melanies head in between Margots legs as Margot pushed it deeper into her clit, is going to be one of those memories I never forget. We soon switched positions, with Margot laying on her back, legs hanging off the end of the bed, me holding up her legs as I fucked her, Melanie riding her face and kissing me. All too soon, Margot was just too sensitive for any more sex, so she and Melanie cuddled while I finished up with Yvonne. Yvonne sat on her calves as I laid next to her, looking up at her as she alternated between massaging my dick and massaging her tits, grinding her hips onto my fingers. I did the same technique of rubbing her G spot while my thumb caressed her clit, going harder and harder until she squirted. Soon after she leaned down and kissed me, saying “I just… I just can’t anymore.” Physically incapable of having any more sex, we joined Margot and Melanie in cuddling.

With the marathon sex session over, we became aware of our surroundings. It was 8:30, having had sex for two and a half hours straight. Since we had the room till noon, we offered to have them stay to nap and shower up, but Yvonne wanted to leave soon after and Melanie joined her in the cab. After exchanging numbers, Margot and I slept till 11:30, packed, showered, and left the room that must have just reeked of sex. Calling Melanie but unable to get in contact with Yvonne, we met up at a café for brunch, learning more about her. After too many mimosas but too little time, Margot and I said goodbye so that we could get back to her place and Melanie could get home and get to sleep before her day job. Although this just went down yesterday, Margot and Melanie have been texting and Margot is planning on visiting Melanie, who only lives about an hour away from her. There might be more to follow as far as girl-girl stories go if my beautiful wifey-to-be is willing to get a reddit account