John and Cici moved in next door to us a few months back in our quiet little neighborhood just outside of Dallas. John is about thirty-something and a technical engineer for a software company. His wife, Cici, is from the Philippines. Although Cici was Filipino, she was born in the US, to Filipino parents who lived in California. We met them in passing, across the grassy area between our houses, shortly after they moved in.
Jon and Cici pretty much kept to themselves. They did not have any kids, or at least my wife and I did not see anything that would lead us to believe there was anyone else but the two of them living next door to us.
Like John, I work for a technology company, so John and I hit it off very well. One Saturday, as we both took a few minutes to chat after mowing our respective yards, I suggested that he and Cici come over and join Beth and I for a drink and hamburgers.
Beth and Cici hit it off very well. Cici said she was a fashion designer. Beth used to work in the furniture market, so the two of then quickly paired off to talk about their respective trades, as John and I settled back to watch some college football on my big screen.
The afternoon went by quickly. Afternoon turned into early evening and finally, about nine, Cici and Beth emerged from the kitchen. As we said our “goodbyes” for the evening, I slapped John on the back and told him how much we appreciated having good neighbors like him and Cici. John grabbed my arm and pumped my hand.
“You guys are awesome!” John remarked. “We have to do this again!”
Cici and Beth exchanged hugs. With Cici telling Beth that we should plan to come over to their house the following weekend.
Over a period of a few weeks, Cici, John, Beth and I spent quite a bit of time together getting to know each other. I could tell John probably had a crush on Beth by how much attention he seemed to pay to her in conversations. It didn’t bother me, because I knew Beth was not looking for anything other than just a good friendship. Beth and I had a great marriage. Our sex life was off and on, but that was normal for us. Sometimes we had long dry spells, but we always seemed to find a way to work things out.
Cici was cute as a button. She was short and petite, probably about five foot one, with long jet black hair to the middle of her back, which she seemed to always keep pulled back into a ponytail. One evening, I proffered a quick hug as she and John were leaving. After slipping my arm around her waist, Cici looked up at me and said, “I did not realize you were so tall.”
“I’m just as tall as John,” I replied.
“I like tall guys,” Cici replied, leaning in closer, wrapping her arm around my waist. “You’re a cool guy.”
John was standing outside chatting with Beth about our flower bed, so I decided to test the waters.
“I like short women,” I jokingly replied.
Cici smiled, and proffered a wink, “I hope so.”
John, Cici, Beth and I decided to get together for a cookout the following Saturday.
A couple of days went by, and I kept replaying my short hug with Cici over and over in my head. Beth and I were in one of our dry spells. Her menstruation periods always came at the worst possible time.
Driving across town one day, on my way to a business appointment. I passed a gentleman’s club. I had not stepped into a gentleman’s club in years. When I was single, I used to hang out in several topless clubs all the time. I don’t know why, but I made a u-turn and pulled into the asphalt parking lot of the club and parked.
I stepped up to the large double wood doors and into the ornately decorated lobby, beyond which lay a labyrinth of dark rooms, pulsating lights, and naked women. The cover charge was seven dollars. The door girl was cute, she smiled and handed me back three dollars from the ten that I had given her.
“Have fun,” She cheerily advised as I turned to enter the club. A very scantily clad young lady wearing nothing but a g-string and a bikini top met me, looped her arm under my arm and said, “This way.” She seated me at a table near the back. I looked around and there was hardly anyone in the club, with the exception of several scantily clad young ladies sitting at the bar, all looking at their cell phones.
I was about three in the afternoon, so the buffet table was already picked up and gone probably before I arrived. I ordered a diet Coke. A lonely figure of a buxom young lady was slow dancing on the stage, wearing nothing but a g-string, and a pouch for a belly and saggy boobs. Suddenly, I realized why I had given up on strip clubs.
“That was Dal-ya on the main stage,” the DJ called out as the music changed. “Please give a warm welcome to the fine lady from the Philippines, – Cici!”
I didn’t really catch the introduction. I know I heard it. I know what I heard. Never in my wildest imagination would I have ever imagined the next stripper was the Cici who lived next door to Beth and I. I don’t know who was more surprised, her or me.
My first thought upon seeing her was, “Wow! What a body!” then a terrible fear swept over me. I was in a strip club. I was watching my next-door neighbor stripping. I was so busted.
Cici didn’t notice me at first, which is pretty understandable since I was seated in a dark area of the club and not near the main stage. I placed my elbows on the table and attempted to hide as much of my face as I could, with my hands, hoping upon hope, she would not recognize me.
I watched as she gyrated her tight little body to the beat of the music. Now I know why John married her. She was grade-A sexy!
She wrapped her arms and legs around a gold pole in the middle of the stage and twirled in a circle, her long black hair falling past the small of her back to her cute ass. Sporting six-inch glass stiletto heels, she worked her way to the front of the stage, the lights pulsating all around her. She reached behind her back and pulled at the string that held her bikini top in place. In an instant, she was topless. She worked her hands across her small boobies, lightly teasing her nipples with her fingers. She slipped into a squat and then onto her hands and knees. Oh my God! She pointed her ass in my direction and then slipped her feet outwards, her pussy pointing right at me.
She brought her legs together and stood by the golden pole, holding on to it. Then, as she leaned forward, she looped a finger into the sides of her g-string and proceeded to slowly work them past her butt and down her firm thighs, then down to her ankles, as her bald pussy came into view. She stepped out of her only piece of clothing and proceeded to walk totally naked to the back of the stage.
“Give it up for Cici!” the DJ boomed.
I should have left at that point; why I didn’t, I don’t know.
The door beside the main stage opened and I could very easily make out Cici as she walked straight to where I was seated in the back of the club. She was totally naked.
“I thought that was you,” Cici said as she approached my table. She stopped right in front of me, her hands on her hips.
I was busted big time.
“So what do you think?” Cici asked, flipping her long black hair over her shoulder and holding her hand to the back of her neck.
“Pretty nice,” I said.
“Do you want a dance?” Cici intoned.
“Do I have to pay?” I asked.
“Of course,” she replied. “I don’t do this for free.”
“How much?” I asked.
“How much are you willing to spend?” she shot back.
“I only have forty,” I said.
“It one for twenty-five, two for forty,” Cici replied.
“Fine,” I replied, “I’ll take the two for forty.”
She slipped closer to where I was seated and tapped her foot against my ankle. I spread my legs and Cici. stepped between them.
“This,” she said, peering down at me, “has to stay between us.”
“Yes it does,” I concurred.
Cici rubbed her knee along the inside of my thigh and to my bludgeoning crotch.
“I thought you were a fashion designer,” I said.
“I am,” Cici replied, setting her leg on top of mine, her completely shaved pussy only inches from my face. She placed her hands on my shoulders and peered down at me, her long black hair framing her cute face. “When I am not doing this, I am designing.”
I slipped my hands onto the back of her chiseled thighs and then onto her buttocks.
“Nice ass,” I said as I dug in my fingers.
Cici pressed her knee against my crotch.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked.
“Oh yeah,” I replied. “Very much so!”
Her nipples were small and perched on top of her small boobies. She leaned forward, pressing her breast to my face.
“Suck it,” Cici whispered. I slipped my lips over her nipple and then rapidly flicked my tongue back and forth.
She slipped her knee to my side and then pressed herself onto my lap, her other knee pressing into the space between my side and the side of the chair. She settled onto my lap, still holding on to my shoulders.
“Oh wow,” she exclaimed as she pressed herself against the bulge that had formed in my jeans. “Looks like someone has a party going on down here.”
“I’m sorry,” I apologized.
“Don’t be sorry,” Cici replied, as she slipped her hands up under my polo shirt and onto my chest. “I like to party.”
“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” I countered.
Cici smiled.
“It’s all good,” she replied, biting down on her lower lip. Her hands found their way down to my belt.
“I don’t know,” I countered.
Cici fumbled with my belt, then managed to unsnap the top button of my jeans.
“If we get caught…” I pressed, as she slipped her fingers into my jeans, feeling for my manhood.
“Oh boy,” she exclaimed as she reached her prize, “You have a big one.”
“Cici,” I said, grabbing her wrist, “You don’t have to…”
“But I want to,” she pressed.
“Not here,” I argued.
“Yes, here,” she insisted, working her hand past the elastic of my underwear and feeling for my cock. She slipped off my lap and into a squatting position between my legs, pulling at my jeans.
“Come on,” Cici pleaded, pulling at the opening in my jeans. “I want to suck on it!”
I arched my back and allowed her the freedom to pull my jeans down enough to get at what she desired. My massive boner arched upwards as she pulled my underwear down. She silently slipped her fingers around the shaft of my cock and leaned in to lick the very end of it. She looked up at me and smiled.
“Now I know why Beth likes you!” Cici intoned as she held the shaft of my cock in her hand. She leaned forward and slipped the head of my cock into her open mouth, her face obscured by her long black hair. I pulled her hair back and flipped it over her bare shoulder as she deep throated me, her head bobbing up and down on my tool.
“If you keep that up,” I said, “I will shoot my load down the back of your throat.”
“That would be Ok with me,” Cici replied, “But I’d rather you shoot it into my pussy.”
I grabbed her by the side of her head and pulled her upwards, pressing my lips to hers. Our tongues collided in an explosion of passion and lust, as I held on to her head, her hair interlocked between my fingers.
“Put me in you,” I instructed.
Cici turned and settled back into my lap, pressing my cock up against the wetness of her womanhood. She raised her ass and reaching between her legs, guided my cock into her pussy, her pussy lips parting and then clamping down on me. She leaned back against me, her head coming to rest on my shoulder, as she held my cock in place with her hand.
“Oh fuck yeah,” she extolled, biting down on her lower lip, her pussy tightening as my cock slipped farther and farther inside of her. She pinched her breasts with her free hand.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” she panted as she started to gyrate her hips in a circular motion. She leaned forward, putting her hands on my knees, my cock fully buried inside of her bucking up and down on my lap. Suddenly, she tensed up and her entire body shook. I could feel my lap being flooded. I grabbed her boobs and squeezed them.
“Oh fuck, yeah!” she cried out.
“Give it to me,” Cici cried out. “Cum!”
I couldn’t hold back. I shot my load deep inside of her as she cried out “Oh! Oh! Oh!” with each of my hip thrusts. I held on to her bare shoulders as she took everything I had to give. Her head was lowered and she sat still for the longest time.
Finally, she sat back as my massive tool slipped from her pussy’s grip.
“That was fucking great!” Cici exclaimed. “Beth is one lucky woman!”
“No,” I countered, “John is a lucky son of a gun!”
“Yes, he is,” Cici replied, “and he knows it!”
Cici stood up and told me to not go anywhere.
“Let me get a towel,” she said, stepping out of the dark corner where we situated. I pulled my pants and underwear up, just in case someone happened by. A few seconds later and Cici returned with a bar towel. She leaned forward and gently wiped my manhood clean, and then proceeded to wipe the remnants of my cum from her pussy.
“Are you on the pill?” I asked. I don’t know why I waited to ask, but I did.
Cici smiled, “Yes, I am on the pill.”
“How much do I owe you for the dance?” I asked.
Cici flipped her long black hair over her bare shoulder and smiled.
“Let’s just say this one is between friends,” Cici responded.
“Ok,” I replied. “Between friends.”
Cici leaned forward and gave me a short peck on the cheek.
“We’re still on for Saturday?” she asked. I did not have a clue what she was talking about. Seeing my obvious perplexed look, Cici said, “We’re grilling out at our place.”
Dummy me, I had totally forgotten.
“Saturday,” I extolled like I understood. I was still in a daze.
“See you on Saturday,” I muttered. Cici laughed at my obviously slow attempt to come back into the now and the present.
“Saturday,” Cici repeated, snapping her fingers in front of my face.
“Saturday is going to be a good day,” I replied. “I am looking forward to it!”
I watched at Cici waltzed off and back towards the door beside the stage. I couldn’t believe what had just transpired. Saturday was going to be a hard day. I was hooked and in a bad way.
