Bimbofied Wife’s Naughty Lap Dance
Bill Crest
I hopped into the back of my pickup truck with my two bimbo wives.
I had reclaimed two of my ex-wives thanks to this app. Jennifer was my first ex. My high school sweetheart who turned into a cheating whore. She was sitting next to me on the bench seat in my truck, her blonde hair swaying around her face and her big, fake tits bouncing up and down.
“Strippy club!” she cheered.
“Yay, yay!” squealed Patti. She was my second wife and the one I was married to the longest. She had dumped me for this guy she worked with named Shaun, hoping he’d give her kids.
But Shaun was a loser who had just sat on his recliner minutes ago and watched as I fucked his wife like a whore. He stood dejectedly in the doorway of his house as I drove off with both his wife and his credit card. I’d used it to buy me the 10 Bimbo Crystals I needed to get my third ex-wife back.
Courtney was the rebound wife. After Patti devastated me by slapping divorce papers on me when I thought things were going great, I started hitting the strip clubs to drown my sorrow. I met Courtney, or Candy as she was known, and married her.
It didn’t last long before I realized she was a nineteen-year-old party girl who drove me nuts.
But she was mine. I had married her. I would get her back and make her into a bimbo wife. The magic of the app was incredible. I could level my bimbos up, and they could take several different “classes” like a video game.
And one of them was my Ex-Wife Bimbo. A special one that they could take being my ex-wives. It made them faithful once more. They would never cheat on me. They would be my sex-hungry sluts and do whatever I want.
They were finally the perfect wives.
They even regained their wedding rings. Just by magic. It was awesome. Almost worth losing my baby girl to that fucking degenerate loser Eric, the kid who showed me the bimbo app. He’d turned Barbie, my daughter with Jennifer, into a whore.
No changing that. The girl was heading down the same path as her mother.
“Strippy club!” Jennifer squealed. She’d probably danced at a few of them since I caught her in bed with another man getting banged while our infant daughter was in her nursery. I knew my child-support payments paid for those big boobs of hers. Probably showed up for amateur night or something. “Wooty woot!”
“Yay! Yay!” squealed Patti, her brown hair swaying around her face. She had naturally big breasts. Soft and bouncing. They both were naked. I liked that.
I drove us through our town and soon reached the Lucky Bunny Gentleman’s Club where I had met Courtney and where she should be working tonight. As I pulled into the parking lot of the strip club, my two bimbo-wives were kissing. Just making out with such passion.
They used to hate each other. When I married Patti, Jennifer was so pissed off because I’d replaced her while Patti loathed the previous woman who had cheated on me. For a while, Patti and I had been so united.
God, I loved how the app made them so close.
I climbed out of my pickup truck and headed around to their side. I opened the door and cleared my throat. They kept kissing, their lips smacking together, hands roaming over each other’s bodies. It was a sexy sight.
“Hey, sluts,” I said, my dick so hard. Why was watching two women lez out so hot? “Come on. We’re here. Stop tonsil jockeying and let’s go!”
They broke the kiss and squealed. Patti and Jennifer piled out of the car and grabbed my arms. They snuggled up to me, their naked breasts rubbing on my forearms. My dick ached in my jeans, throbbing at full girth.
I grinned as I led them across the parking lot to the club. It had a neon bunny glowing above the entrance flanked by two bent-over women, their asses shaking. The bouncer lucked up and frowned at us. He shook his head.
“The fuck, man?” the beefy guy said with biker tattoos on his arms and a durag tied over his head. He had a thick, handlebar mustache. “You can’t take naked women in here.”
“It’s a strip club,” I pointed up.
“Yeah, our women strip. Not yours.” His eyes flicked over their bodies. “Get them dressed, man. Shit.”
What to do with them?
I had to make sure they didn’t wander off. They were such airheads. I led them back to the truck. I didn’t have any clothes for them with me. I left their places taking nothing with me. They didn’t need any of that shit.
Well, maybe I should have. Too late now. Once they were back at my place, all they had to wear were aprons.
I opened the cab to my truck and said, “Hop inside and sixty-nine with each other.”
“Wooty yay!” Jennifer gasped and scrambled up inside.
“Sixty-niney?” A puzzled look crossed Patti. “How do you sixty with a nine?”
“Eat her pussy while she eats yours,” I said. I couldn’t believe Patti didn’t know that phrase. Jennifer sure did. “You’ll figure it out you like eating pussy, and so does she!”
“I do lovey eating pussy and cunny cunt and twaty snatches!” Patti scrambled up. I smacked her ass before I closed the door. And locked them. That wouldn’t really keep them in, but at least it would keep others out.
I heard them moaning, so I headed back to the strip club. The bouncer shook his head like he couldn’t believe I had two naked sluts already and was still heading inside. I just didn’t care as I entered the strip club.
“She’s as sweet as she is bad for you,” the DJ said in that fake sort of tone. “Let’s give it up for Caaaandy!”
Just in time for the ex to dance.
I paid my cover charge, basically pre-paying for two overpriced beers. I headed inside were a bunch of men were crowding the stage as Candy was prancing around as a… candy stripper, of course. She had the cute, little girl thing down as the nineteen-year-old pranced around on stage with her red hair in pigtails.
That innocent face combined with the whorish way she moved was so alluring. My dick swelled hard as I remembered why I had been so captivated by her. She had just stolen my heart with the way she pranced around back then.
Now she did it again.
I took a seat at the table. It was damned crowded for a weekday night. I sipped at my first beer as Candy slowly stripped off her outfit until she was down to her red-and-white striped stockings. Her pigtails flew as she spun on the pole. Her round boobs bounced as she moved. She already had dollar bills stuffed in the top of her g-string, and more were landing on stage.
I had my beer finished when she finished her dancing and twirling. The music stopped and she bowed to the cheering guys. She collected more of their money, her discarded outfit, and the bills on stage before she vanished backstage.
“Let’s give a big welcome to the insatiable Mrs. Waters!” the DJ announced. “The MILF is back for her second night!”
Mrs. Waters?
The crowd went nuts. They hollered for her like I had never seen before as a busty brunette strutted out wearing only a trench coat. She moved with grace, a wedding ring flashing on her finger. God, did her husband have any idea she was here?
She ripped open her trench coat to reveal a red corset, matching pair of panties, and dark stockings. Her boobs were already exposed, bouncing in the corset that lifted them. She danced on stage. It was so amateurish, but the men showered her in cash.
Just looking at her, I wanted to buy a lap dance from her. A filthy lap dance. I knew for $75, she would blow me while giving me a lap dance. For $150, I could fuck her pussy, and for $225, I could fuck her asshole. Plus I had to pay the club’s charge of $20 for a lap dance.
I wanted it so badly. I ached for her to finish.
She shook her ass.
She strutted around, playing with her panties.
I groaned when those came off. She wasn’t even shaved. She had a thick bush, but that just made her feel like an even more authentic MILF wife. She was someone’s loving woman, and here she was shaking her stuff for the boys.
Damn, poor sucker.
That wouldn’t ever be me.
Nope.
I was staring at her so much, that I hardly noticed Courtney gasping in shock at the sight of me. She stood on the edge of my vision in a pink nightie and matching stockings. She was looking for guys to buy a lap dance from her. She marched over to me as I struggled to pull my attention from Mrs. Waters.
“You’re not supposed to be here, Bill!” Courtney hissed as she stopped before my table. “I dumped your lame-o ass.”
“Yeah,” I grunted, watching Mrs. Waters prancing around the stage to the cheering man. “Damn.”
“Ugh,” Courtney fumed and stepped between me and the dancing MILF. “And that bitch is back. She got all the lap dances last night. Every last one of them.” A smile flashed on Courtney’s face. “Want one for old-time sake?”
With Mrs. Waters not filling my vision, I could think again. I shifted, my dick so hard. I remembered why I am here. “I’m not paying with you.”
“Cheapskate!” she huffed. “Then why are you here.”
I pulled my phone out and aimed it at her.
“You’re not allowed to film or take pictures of us, asshole,” she said. “Bill Crest, you fucking lame-o ass loser, get the fuck lost. I’m gonna have the bouncer take you out back and kick your–”
I bimbofied her.
The anger on Courtney’s face melted away into happy joy. She squealed, “Bill! My hubby dubby hungy Bill!”
She darted around the small cocktail table and threw herself on me. She straddled me, kissing me with passion. I groaned as her mouth melted on mine. Her tongue thrust into my mouth and swirled around with mine. She bounced on my lap, grinding on me.
I kissed her as I slid my hands beneath her nightie and squeezed her ass. I kneaded her rump, her butt-cheeks feeling so delicious in my grip. She moaned into my kiss, her lips so soft on mine. I loved how great she felt against me.