If you follow me for long enough you are going to learn a few things about me…

First off, I’m a nice, normal guy with a wild side. Secondly, I have a huge fantasy of stripping for a small group of women.

I’ve stripped for a tinder date once, but that was the closest I’ve come to the ultimate fantasy.

A couple months ago I started chatting with a first time hotwife on Reddit after she saw me post that I would be in the area. We flirted a lot, seemed to communicate the same way, and genuinely were turned on by the way the other thought and expressed themselves. That’s a big thing for me… a woman that can communicate, and she felt the same way about me.

We agreed to meet in my hotel when I was making a trip to other area in the coming weeks. She liked the idea of being in a nearby town (she lives in a major city, this was 45min away) where no one knew her, and she could relax in the hotel bar and not be looking over her shoulder. She and hubby would stay at the same hotel, but I wouldn’t meet hubby. It would just be her and I.

As the trip approached our chat ramped up. One night we were discussing fantasies and I mentioned my fantasy of stripping for women. She was instantly turned on by the idea…

“I’ve never seen a stripper before, I need to make that happen…” she said.

“Well, I can’t promise it would be a professional level dance show” I explained, “but if you like the idea of a cute, normal, hung guy stripping for you, then I’d love to practice on you!”

And just like that, the plan started.

We agreed to meet in my hotel bar, have a drink together to calm her nerves, then head up to my room for me to give her show, and then let things go where we both knew it would go after that.

A week before the meeting she sent a very honest message. “We’ve tried to connect with 3rds in the past and have been ghosted a couple of times. It hurts my self esteem a lot, and so I ask you, if there is a chance you are going to do the same, please let me know now.”

It was such an honest moment and I reassured her that I would be exactly where I told her I would be, at exactly the time, and we’d have a great time together.

The evening of our dateI checked into the hotel a few minutes later than expected. I’d let her know I was delayed and gave her my timeline, and she said not to worry, she was slightly delayed too. It so happened that she was sitting in the hotel bar as I was checking in, so I messaged her not to turn around, but that she looked great, and I could see her.

She replied with “I saw you when you walked into the hotel. You look so hot. Can’t wait for the show…”

I told her I’d be 15min as I ran up to my room, quickly showered, got things arranged, and then came down to meet her for a drink.

“In the meantime, I want you to slide into the chair beside the guy at the end of the bar and make small talk. But when I come down I’m going to be a stranger that picks you up at the hotel bar….”

She replied with the purple horny devil emoji and I saw her stand up and walk to the chair beside the man at the end of the bar. I got my room key and made my way up to my room. Once there I quickly showered and got dressed in my bamboo cotton boxer briefs that feature my bulge so well, nice jeans, a button up shirt and belt. I put on my shoes and some cologne, then arranged the chair in a comfortable spot in the room, and got a sexy playlist ready on my iPad.

“I’m on my way down…” I texted my Hotwife friend and she quickly replied with “oh my, I just got very nervous, but very excited”.

When I arrived in the lobby bar, my friend was talking to an older lady on one side of her, but the chair occupied by the man was now empty.

“Is anyone sitting here?” I asked, as I started to pull the seat out.

“Nope, it’s ALL yours” my friend replied, emphasizing ALL enough to make me wonder if that was an intended joke.

I sat down and we began to make small talk as though we were strangers, initially all three of us, but progressively more just my friend and I. We began to steal little smiles at each other, and my hand made contact with her leg as she turned to answer the older woman’s question. My friend made sure to touch my leg as if to say “I’m listening to her but I’m thinking about you.”

I took this moment to run my hand over her arm, which was out of view of the woman beside her, and our fingers briefly intertwined. Then I discreetly placed my friends hand on my knee, and as she pretended to listen to this polite older woman on the other side of her, I slid her hand slowly up my thigh. My friend turned to me briefly and smiled, then looked down at the bulge in my pants next to her hand, then turned her gaze back to the woman. But her hand stayed there.

I left her hand on my leg for several minutes as the woman finished her story. My friend moved her pinkie finger to tease my cock over my pants on occasion, but otherwise I kept her hand in place. When the woman started to speak about her religion, I could resist and took my friends hand and guided it back up to my knee and then slowly slid it back up my thigh, but at a slightly different angle that made it clear where her hand was going to finish. Once her hand reached the bulge she adjusted the positioning so she could explore better, and turned to me with an expression that was one part “you are so bad”, one part “this is so fucking fun”, and one part “you need to fuck me now”.

When there was a brief lull in the conversation I started to stand, turn to my friend that I’d met 20min before and was a stranger as far as the older woman knew, and said “I’m going to head up to my room. Would you care to join me?”

“I’d love to” my friend replied, I’m sure leaving the older woman to wonder what had just happened.

As we walked away from the bar I noticed the restrooms of the hotel bar/lobby tucked in the corner.

Part two coming soon