The heavy oak doors of the steakhouse swung shut behind them with a soft thud, sealing the couple in a world of dim amber lighting, the sizzle of grilled meats, and the low hum of murmured conversations. All eyes turned as Wendy stepped forward in her barely-there black dress, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin, plunging low enough to reveal the swell of her full breasts and riding high on her thighs with every step. Her red-painted toes peeked from strappy heels, drawing lingering glances from men at the bar and even a few women, their admiration mixing with envy as Joey's hand rested possessively on the small of her back. She felt the heat of their stares, her nipples tightening against the thin material, a flush creeping up her neck as the tension from her high-stress day began to melt into something hotter, more electric.

Joey leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear, his voice a confident rumble. "Look at them watching you, baby. You're the hottest thing in here." He guided her to a secluded booth near the back, where the candlelight flickered over their table, casting shadows that danced across her exposed skin. As they settled in, he revealed the night's plan with a wicked grin. "Dinner's just the start. After this, we're hitting a strip club—private room, lap dances, the works. I want to see you let loose." Wendy's pulse quickened at the thought, her adventurous side stirring as she shifted closer, her hand sliding under the table to brush his thigh.

The waiter took their order and vanished, leaving them in a bubble of rising heat. Joey's fingers traced teasing circles on her knee, inching higher to stroke the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, making her pussy clench with anticipation. Wendy countered by pressing her red-toed foot against his calf, her toes flexing deliberately as she leaned over to whisper filthy promises, her breasts brushing his arm. Each touch built the tension, her breath hitching when his hand ventured closer to the edge of her panties, the air thick with the scent of seared steak and unspoken desire. Their eyes locked, the love and lust between them crackling like the fire in the open kitchen, turning the meal into a slow, sensual prelude to the debauchery ahead.

Wendy wondered, surprised and eager for the strip club she'd never gotten a dance at but had imagined, what exactly Joey had in store beyond the vague promise of lap dances, her body already humming with the need to let go after her brutal workweek. She pressed her foot higher along his calf, toes curling against the fabric of his slacks as she whispered how badly she wanted her first dance from a gorgeous stripper—someone bold enough to grind that perfect ass right against her while Joey watched. Joey's hand slid higher under the table, fingers brushing the damp lace of her panties, and he leaned closer with that dominant smile, describing the club as a den of raw hunger where everyone was already half-hard and eager, the air thick with moans and the scent of arousal, private rooms waiting for them to indulge.

Her pussy throbbed at his words, nipples aching against the thin dress as his thumb circled just over her clit through the fabric, making her breath catch. She countered by reaching under to palm the thick ridge of his cock, feeling it twitch and swell in her grip while she described how she'd want that stripper's hands on her breasts, maybe even her tongue, all while Joey's possessive touch kept her grounded in their shared heat. The steak arrived but went half-eaten amid the escalating touches, her red-painted toes now stroking deliberately along his inner thigh as the tension coiled tighter, turning every glance from nearby tables into fuel for their mounting desire.

By the time Joey signaled for the check, Wendy's panties were soaked, her thighs slick with anticipation, and she knew the real night was only beginning as they rose from the booth, her body pressed close to his.

As they wove through the restaurant toward the exit, Joey's arm wrapped tightly around her waist, the stares followed them like a tangible caress, making Wendy's skin prickle with heightened awareness. The cool night air hit her flushed face as they stepped into the parking lot, the distant hum of traffic mixing with the rapid beat of her heart. She couldn't wait any longer, her body a live wire of pent-up need after the teasing dinner. Wendy grabbed Joey's hand firmly, her red-painted nails digging in slightly as she pulled him between two parked SUVs for a shred of privacy, guiding his fingers straight under the hem of her dress to the soaked lace of her panties. "Make me come right here, Joey," she demanded in a husky whisper, her eyes locked on his with that bold, slutty hunger he loved, her thighs parting to grant him access. "I need your fingers in my pussy before we even reach the car—don't make me wait."

Joey groaned low in his throat, his dominant smile flashing as he slipped two fingers past the damp fabric, finding her slick folds and plunging deep into her tight heat. Wendy's head fell back against the vehicle, a soft moan escaping as his thumb found her swollen clit, circling with expert pressure that sent sparks racing up her spine. Her breasts heaved against the thin dress, nipples hard and aching, while her hand fumbled for his cock again, squeezing the thick length through his slacks as arousal pooled hot between her legs. The emotional tether between them burned brighter than the lust, his loving gaze steadying her even as he pumped his fingers faster, curling them to hit that perfect spot inside her that made her knees buckle. "That's it, baby," he murmured, voice rough with affection and command, "let go for me—show me how much you crave this wild night."

Her orgasm crashed over her in waves, pussy clenching rhythmically around his invading digits as she bit her lip to stifle a cry, thighs trembling and slick juices coating his hand. Joey held her close through the aftershocks, kissing her neck tenderly while she caught her breath, their shared anticipation for the strip club and beyond crackling like electricity in the air. By the time they straightened up and continued toward the car, Wendy's body hummed with fresh release, ready to dive headfirst into the debauchery ahead.

Joey pulled her into a slow, lingering kiss right there in the open parking lot, his tongue sliding deep against hers as his hands cupped her ass through the thin dress, pressing their bodies flush so she could feel the hard line of his cock against her hip. "I'm so fucking proud of you, baby," he whispered against her lips, voice thick with that dominant mix of love and lust that always made her melt. "Proud of how you're embracing this slutty side, letting me see you spread open and desperate like this. I can't wait for that stripper to grind her hot little pussy all over yours while I watch, her ass bouncing right against your soaked cunt until you're both dripping and begging for more."

Wendy moaned into the kiss, her red-painted nails raking down his back as fresh arousal slicked her thighs again, the orgasm from moments ago only stoking the fire instead of quenching it. The cool night air kissed her flushed skin, carrying the faint scent of her own juices on his fingers as he slipped them free and sucked them clean with a wicked grin. Her breasts heaved with every breath, nipples tight and visible through the fabric, while her mind raced with images of the night ahead—the strip club lights, a dancer's body grinding down onto hers, Joey's possessive touch anchoring her through it all.

They reached the car at last, but the tension refused to ease as Wendy climbed into the passenger seat, her dress riding up to expose the glistening folds of her pussy. Joey slid behind the wheel and immediately reached over, his fingers tracing lazy circles over her swollen clit as he started the engine. "Tell me how bad you want it," he urged, voice low and commanding, the car filling with the wet sounds of his touch and her soft gasps. Her hand found his cock again, stroking the thick ridge through his slacks in rhythm with his fingers, the shared heat between them pulsing hotter with every mile toward the club.

The car sped through the night, Joey's fingers working her clit in slow, deliberate circles that had her hips rocking against the seat, her dress bunched high around her waist as the streetlights flashed over her exposed pussy, slick and swollen from his touch. Her strokes on his cock grew firmer, feeling the heat of him through the fabric, her breath coming in short gasps as the anticipation built with every mile. They pulled into the dimly lit parking lot of the strip club, the neon sign flickering overhead casting pink and purple hues across the windshield, the bass from inside thumping faintly through the walls.

Wendy suddenly leaned over, her red-painted nails gripping his shirt as she pulled him close, her lips brushing his ear with urgent heat. "Joey, I'm terrified of losing myself tonight," she whispered, voice trembling with a mix of fear and raw hunger, her thighs still quivering from the lingering pressure of his hand. "But I've always dreamed of feeling another girl's naked body grind against mine, her wet pussy sliding over mine while you watch." Her confession hung in the air between them, laced with the scent of her arousal filling the car, her breasts pressing against his arm as she shifted closer.

Joey groaned, his dominant hand cupping her face tenderly even as his thumb pressed harder against her clit, drawing a soft whimper from her. "That's my girl," he murmured, voice thick with love and command, the emotional bond between them anchoring her wild desires. He killed the engine, the night air outside carrying distant laughter from the club's entrance, and pulled her into a deep kiss that tasted of shared promises. Her body hummed with need, nipples tight against the thin dress, as they stepped out into the lot, her legs unsteady but eager, the fantasy of the strippers curves already making her pussy clench in anticipation of what waited inside.

Her body hummed with need, nipples tight against the thin dress, as they stepped out into the lot, her legs unsteady but eager, the fantasy of the strippers curves already making her pussy clench in anticipation of what waited inside. They approached the entrance hand in hand, the heavy bass vibrating through the walls, and as Joey pushed open the door the dim, smoky interior washed over them in waves of pulsing lights and the scent of perfume mixed with sweat. Twenty pairs of eyes immediately abandoned the naked dancers on stage, snapping straight to Wendy as she stepped inside, her barely-there dress hugging every curve and her red-painted toes flashing with each step. Men at the bar and scattered tables eyed her up and down with raw hunger, their gazes lingering on the swell of her breasts and the way the fabric rode up her thighs, and she felt every stare like a physical caress, her nipples hardening further as a fresh rush of wetness soaked her already damp panties.

Wendy smiled boldly, her cheeks flushing with a mix of pride and arousal as she caught sight of the hard cocks straining against jeans and slacks all around the room, the sight of those thick ridges making her thighs clench instinctively. Joey's hand tightened possessively on her waist, guiding her deeper into the club while he leaned close to murmur how every man there wanted to fuck her right there on the floor. She pressed against him, her body thrumming with that electric connection they shared, the love and dominance in his touch grounding her even as her mind filled with images of grinding against a stranger's body. The tension from dinner and the parking lot orgasm still pulsed through her veins, turning every glance into fuel that made her pussy throb harder.

They found a velvet booth near the stage, where a curvaceous dancer was already sliding down a pole, but the real heat came from the way men kept stealing looks at Wendy instead. Joey ordered drinks and pulled her onto his lap, his fingers tracing the edge of her dress while he whispered about the private room waiting for them, his cock hard beneath her ass. She rocked subtly against him, feeling the heat build again, her breath catching as she spotted a gorgeous stripper with long legs and full breasts who caught her eye and smiled knowingly. The air thickened with anticipation, the club's raw energy wrapping around them like a promise of the debauchery to come.

As they crossed the threshold into the pulsing heat of the club, the bass thrummed through Wendy's bones and the air thickened with the mingled scents of perfume, sweat, and arousal. Neon lights washed over writhing bodies on stage, drawing stares that lingered on her flushed skin and the way her dress clung to every curve, her red-painted toes flashing with each unsteady step. Joey's hand stayed firm on her waist, possessive and grounding, as a tall blonde dancer with full breasts barely contained by a glittering thong caught their eye from the main stage. Lila spotted them instantly, her gaze locking on Wendy's parted lips and the visible peaks of her nipples, and she slid down from the platform with fluid grace, hips swaying as she approached.

Lila's fingers brushed Wendy's arm first, then Joey's, studying them with a hungry smile. "I'm not supposed to do this," she purred, voice low and seductive, "but I want to have fun with you two." She took their hands without waiting for an answer, leading them past the velvet ropes toward a shadowed hallway while signaling a bouncer—six foot two, broad muscles straining his black shirt, mid-forties with a rough jawline. Lila rose on tiptoe to press a kiss to his cheek, murmuring instructions, and he nodded, planting himself at the door as she guided the couple inside a private room lined with plush couches and a low table holding an open bottle of wine.

The door clicked shut behind them, muffling the club's throb, and Lila turned with a wicked grin, shedding her top to reveal heavy, perfect breasts tipped with dark nipples already tightening in the cool air. "Pour us some wine," she told Joey, stepping close to Wendy and cupping her face before claiming a slow, deep kiss that tasted like cherry gloss and promise. Wendy's hands rose instinctively, sliding over Lila's bare waist as their bodies pressed together, her own dress riding up while Lila's thigh nudged between hers to brush against the soaked lace of her panties. Joey watched with that dominant heat in his eyes, love and lust entwined as he filled the glasses, his cock already straining visibly against his slacks. Lila broke the kiss to trail her lips down Wendy's neck, whispering how she'd grind her wet pussy right against her while Joey stroked himself, the emotional pull between the three of them sparking hotter with every shared breath and lingering touch.

Lila's lips curved against Wendy's skin as she shifted her weight, climbing onto the couch to straddle her lap fully. She lifted one heavy breast and dragged the soft, warm flesh across Wendy's cheek, the dark nipple brushing her parted lips before pressing fully over her mouth and nose, smothering her in the scent of vanilla lotion and heated skin. Wendy moaned into the contact, her tongue flicking out instinctively to taste the pebbled peak while her hands gripped Lila's hips, pulling her closer. The dancer rocked forward, sliding both breasts over Wendy's face in slow, deliberate passes, the weight of them muffling her gasps as arousal flooded between her thighs.

Lila turned smoothly, presenting her round ass next, the glittering thong already pulled aside to bare smooth cheeks and the glistening slit beneath. She lowered herself, grinding the soft globes over Wendy's mouth and chin, then higher so the cleft parted against her nose and lips, the scent of her arousal thick and sweet. Wendy's tongue darted forward without hesitation, licking along the slick folds as Lila moaned and rocked harder, her ass cheeks flexing around the eager mouth. Joey watched from the nearby couch, wine forgotten, his hand freeing his thick cock to stroke it openly while the two women moved together. Lila spun back to face Wendy, hooking her thumbs into the thong and yanking it down before climbing higher, knees planted on either side of Wendy's head as she lowered her bare pussy directly onto the other woman's mouth. The wet heat of her slid across Wendy's tongue, then lower, until their slick cunts met in a hot, slippery grind.

Wendy cried out at the first full contact, her own soaked panties shoved aside as Lila's swollen lips parted over her clit and slid back and forth in a slow, deliberate scissor. Their juices mingled, the sound wet and obscene with every rock of Lila's hips, and Wendy reached blindly for Joey, finding his rigid shaft and wrapping her fingers around it to pump in time with the grinding rhythm. Her other hand clutched Lila's thigh, urging her faster, deeper, the friction on her throbbing clit making her vision blur. "More," Wendy gasped, voice hoarse and desperate as she rocked up to meet every thrust, pussy clenching and releasing against Lila's in frantic need. "Fuck me harder, don't stop—Jack him while she fucks me, Joey, please." The three of them moved in tight rhythm, Wendy's strokes growing urgent on Joey's cock as Lila's slick pussy slid and circled, their bodies locked in wet, sliding heat that pushed her closer to the edge with every shared moan.

Wendy's strokes growing urgent on Joey's cock as Lila's slick pussy slid and circled, their bodies locked in wet, sliding heat that pushed her closer to the edge with every shared moan. The door clicked open without warning, and the tall bouncer from the hallway stepped inside, his thick cock already straining visibly against the front of his black pants, the outline rigid and demanding. He turned the lock with a deliberate snap, his broad frame filling the space as Wendy glanced up mid-grind, her eyes locking on the bulge and the rough intensity in his gaze. Lila didn't pause her rhythmic thrusts, instead moaning low and twisting her hips harder against Wendy's clit. "That's Mike, my husband," she purred, voice husky with lust, "and he's been dying to fuck that tight Asian pussy of yours all night—look how hard he is just watching."

Wendy gasped at the words, her body arching as the threat of climax coiled tighter, but she shifted with bold hunger, swinging one leg over to straddle Lila's face while the dancer lay back on the couch. Lila's tongue immediately delved upward, lapping at Wendy's soaked folds and sucking her swollen clit with wet, eager pulls that made Wendy's thighs tremble. Joey stood closer now, his thick cock freed and heavy in Wendy's grip as she leaned forward to take him into her mouth, her lips stretching around the hot shaft while she bobbed deep, tongue swirling along the underside. The emotional charge between them pulsed stronger than ever, Joey's hand stroking her hair with possessive affection even as he thrust gently into her throat. Mike watched from the side, one hand freeing his own rigid length to stroke slowly, the head glistening as he waited, eyes fixed on Wendy's parted lips and the way her body rocked against Lila's hungry mouth.

Lila's fingers dug into Wendy's ass, spreading her wider for better access as her tongue fucked upward in firm strokes, the taste of her arousal filling the room alongside the slick sounds of suction. Wendy's moans vibrated around Joey's cock, her red-painted nails raking his thighs while her hips rolled, grinding her dripping pussy down onto Lila's face in desperate circles that built the pressure to a breaking point. Mike edged nearer, his hand pumping steadily as he positioned himself beside Joey, the head of his cock brushing Wendy's cheek in silent invitation, ready to slide between her lips the moment she turned her head. The air grew thick with their shared heat, the promise of deeper penetration hanging like electricity, Wendy's body alight with the raw connection to all three as her orgasm hovered just out of reach.

Wendy's hand shot out to wrap around Mike's thick cock, her fingers closing tight as she began stroking him fast and firm, feeling him swell and twitch in her grip while her tongue worked Joey deeper into her throat. The added sensation made her hips buck harder against Lila's mouth, the dancer's tongue thrusting up into her dripping folds with relentless precision. Mike groaned at the contact, his shaft hardening fully under her urgent pumps until he pulled away and circled behind her, his hands gripping her hips to shift her onto all fours atop Lila's prone body. Lila's tongue never stopped lapping at her swollen clit as Wendy kept sucking Joey, her ass raised high and exposed.

Mike aligned himself and drove his cock deep into her tight Asian pussy in one hard thrust, stretching her walls with a sudden fullness that made Wendy scream around Joey's shaft. Joey's hand slid to her neck, fingers tightening in a slow, controlled choke that heightened every sensation as he thrust into her mouth, her gagging moans vibrating through him. Mike pounded her from behind with powerful strokes, his hips slapping against her ass while Lila's fingers joined her tongue, pumping into Wendy's slick heat and sending her spiraling toward release. Her body convulsed as the orgasm hit, juices flooding out around Mike's driving cock and soaking Lila's face, her screams muffled by Joey's thick length.

Joey pulled free with a wet pop and moved to straddle Lila, sliding his cock straight into her waiting pussy with a groan. Wendy lowered her upper body, her tongue extending to lick along Joey's shaft with every thrust into Lila, tasting their mingled arousal while Mike continued stretching her from behind, his relentless pounding keeping her trembling and slick. The room filled with the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh, Wendy's red-painted nails digging into the couch as she licked and sucked at the base of Joey's cock, her own pussy clenching greedily around Mike as the foursome locked into a fevered rhythm of shared heat and pounding desire.

Wendy's tongue dragged along the underside of Joey's cock with every deep thrust into Lila's dripping pussy, the sight of her husband claiming another woman sending fresh waves of heat through her core as she moaned around the thick shaft. Lila's mouth stayed locked on Wendy's swollen clit the entire time, sucking with wet, insistent pulls that made her thighs shake while Mike hammered into her from behind. The wet slap of skin echoed in the private room, Wendy's red-painted nails digging harder into the couch cushions as arousal flooded her senses. Joey's rhythm faltered for a second and his cock slipped free of Lila with a slick pop, smacking Wendy across the cheek and leaving a glistening streak of mingled juices. Before he could guide it back inside Lila, Wendy lunged forward and sucked the head straight into her mouth, her tongue swirling over the crown as her hand wrapped around the base and began jerking him fast and tight, all while Mike's relentless pounding kept her rocking on all fours.

Mike grunted and buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he flooded Wendy's tight pussy with thick ropes of cum. Joey pulled free of Wendy's mouth with a low growl, his dominant gaze locking on hers as he moved behind her and shoved his own cock into the cum-slick heat without hesitation. He claimed her like he'd been starving for years, hands gripping her hips as he pounded deep and hard into the mess Mike left behind. Wendy screamed around a mouthful of moans, her body convulsing through one orgasm after another as Joey's thrusts stretched and filled her, each one driving her higher until her vision whited out. Lila shifted beneath her, tongue lapping at the overflow where Joey's cock pistoned in and out, and when Joey finally roared and pumped his load deep into his wife's cunt, Wendy came again hard enough to shake the couch. Lila stayed right there, licking and sucking the mingled cum from Wendy's pulsing pussy, and the sensation pushed Wendy over one last time, her juices flooding Lila's eager mouth in a hot rush.

They stayed tangled for long minutes, breathing ragged, bodies slick and spent, before Joey eased out and helped Wendy to her feet. They dressed in quiet, tender touches, sharing a slow kiss that tasted of salt and satisfaction, then said their goodbyes to Lila and Mike with soft smiles and promises of another night. Hand in hand, they walked out to the car under the neon glow, the night air cooling their flushed skin as Joey pulled her close. "Still got it after all these years," he murmured against her hair, and Wendy leaned into him, knowing their wild nights would keep the fire alive no matter how stressful the jobs and coaching got.

Nasty Nights: Joey and Wendy's Explicit Adventure

Nasty Nights: Joey and Wendy's Explicit Adventure