Ian, Our First Male Stripper Adventure, Part II

A few months after Beany and I had our encounter with Ian, we went to a local dance club that had male strippers in the upstairs lounge one night a week at 11:00PM. We couldn’t have planned it better as we were not aware before our arrival that they would be there that night. We danced to the club music for awhile, then ventured upstairs to the lounge to see who was there. We watched a couple of dancers, one a sexy Latino, and the next a slender and muscular black man. And then lo and behold! To our enthusiastic applause out came Ian. He picked us out of the crowd right away. We are a pretty memorable couple, especially Beany with her curly strawberry blonde hair. He locked eyes with her several times with a sexy smile on his face. After his dance he circulated amongst the small crowd of about 35 people to chat and collect dollar bills in his stripper underwear. Soon he approached our seats and asked how we had been, etc. Then he surprised us by asking if we were busy later, and would we be interested in doing something. He said he had one more dance during the second set after midnight and asked if we could stay and wait for him. Our eyes lit up like diamonds and we both agreed it sounded like a plan.
We enjoyed the second set of the four individual dancers, slowing down on the drinks in anticipation of a late night. Ian danced next to last, posing to the music and performing some of his iconic moves including the plank pose with thrusting. His muscular legs and torso were a pleasure to watch and his work was well-choreographed. I looked over at Beany a few times, catching her transfixed on his tight square buttocks or the lower torso “V” descending into his boy shorts which barely concealed the outline of his fine manhood. After his dance he cruised the crowd for several minutes and then disappeared, popping up after a few minutes dressed in street clothes and holding a small duffle bag. He said, “Are you ready to go?” and we responded immediately, “Yes”. As we left the club, the fresh night air invigorated us. I suggested we get a room at a local budget hotel about two miles away. Ian said his car had a lot of boxes in it and asked if could we take our car. We told him we had walked to the club from our home in the neighborhood and we could go there to get our car. At the time, we had teenagers living in our home with us and it was not an option to entertain Ian there. Soon we were on our way. I was hoping Beany would jump in the back seat with him and perhaps there would be some making out on the way. But, alas, apparently she wasn’t ready to be ravished yet, so we exchanged small talk instead and got to know each other a little better, which in the long run made us more comfortable as a group and led to the hot time we were about to experience.
We got checked in and entered our room and turned down the lights. We stood in a small circle near the bed as Ian and I started groping and kissing Beany. He unbuttoned her blouse and slid his hand into her lacy, white bra, and she in turn rubbed the front of his pants, his hard cock evident as he pressed his lips on hers. I stepped back to enjoy the scene and loosened my pants to touch my own growing member. Suddenly things started happening so fast it was almost a blur. I remember Beany’s clothes were off and she stood there with a cock in each hand as Ian and I peeled off the rest of our own clothes. We pulled back the covers on the bed and we all fell in a heap with both Beany and I oriented towards Ian’s cock. She took him into her mouth and I remember its pointy glans, as I too let it slip between my lips - to experience on my own what Beany had just felt. It reminded me of a perfectly proportioned arrow shape but thicker like a shovel handle. We then both become focused on Beany and giving her pleasure while pleasing ourselves. I entered her first, slowing grinding as she focused her attention on deep throating Ian. As he lay beside her on his side, she pushed off my cock, moved up, and straddled him cowgirl style and bareback, which was unusual for her. But to me - I was in ecstasy and only wished that I had our video equipment. As much as I hated to miss a minute of her getting fucked by this near stranger with a killer body, I really had to go to the bathroom. While emptying my bladder, I imagined what might be happening in the next room in my absence. It was so hot to stick my head back in the dim room and see him in his stripper show plank position, fucking her so hard as she held her legs straight out in the air. Who needs video when something like that is burned into your brain!