Surrounded Ch. 04

The strip club called was simply called "Skin", and it had been haunting my dreams. This side of town was primarily black, and from what I understood, the strippers inside were also primarily black. And the reason why this place had been on mind recently was simple. Aisha worked here. Aisha, the stripper who had performed at my bachelor party. Aisha, the attractive stripper who I had ran into at a work function at the big hotel a few weeks back. Aisha, the black, big breasted stripper who had propositioned me, making it plain that she was eager to slip between the sheets with me. Aisha, the woman who had been at the forefront of my mind.

When I was alone or with my wife, basically in any place where no woman around could tempt me sexually, I would still feel that pull. That need to indulge my darker urges. Flashes of sexually attractive women would jump into my brain, as if my own brain was working against me. But despite how many times I had fucked Katie, despite all the nasty encounters we had, or my time spent with Michelle, or the time we had all spent together, it wasn't any of them that would jump into my head first. It wasn't any of their juicy bodies in my mind trying to tempt me back into sin.

It was Aisha's.

For some reason, since that day I had run into Aisha, I couldn't stop thinking about her. I couldn't stop thinking about the small encounters we had had. Her, dancing for me at my bachelor party, gradually taking off more and more clothing, letting me see more luscious, smooth black naked skin. I had seen her breasts, so giant, so round and smooth, her nipples so hard and ready. I had seen her ass, so firm, so round and juicy. She had rubbed my face against her body, across her firm ass and massive tits. I swear I could still her taste her sweet sweat on my tongue. But that was it. I had enough will at that point to resist, to push her away. So I had only gotten a taste of chocolate, just a sample, and I think that's what made it worse.

Perhaps if I had simply gone out of the way, and gotten this need out of my system, I would be able to forget about her. To move on. But maybe because our interaction seemed unfinished, maybe that's why thoughts of her juicy naked body haunted me. So, seeing her again, reminding me of this loose end I had never fully indulged myself in, it pushed her into the forefront. I would be trying to focus on my wife when I would feel that tug of need coming from my disobedient prick, and my mind would flash, and I'd suddenly be gazing at her juicy, voluptuous naked body performing for me, dancing in front of me. Or I'd be hard at work, sitting and listening during a meeting, and thoughts of her juicy, thong-clad ass, bouncing in front of me, would come to the forefront. Or I'd be out at a nice restaurant with my wife, sharing a small desert, when my mind would flash with an image of Aisha's bouncing, jiggling tits, tempting me further. When we had last ran into each other, at the hotel, she had flirted with me, letting me know she was still thinking about me, and in my state, that only fanned the flames of desire. She was something new. Another piece of juicy, delicious temptation, trying to further my descent into sin. I had to stay strong. I had to resist, but the temptation was so damn sexy. I couldn't go black, despite every urge in my body telling me otherwise.

I knew it was probably a mistake to come here, to park outside a strip club, with the near irresistible temptation so close by. I knew I was probably making excuses for myself, thinking that this was somehow a good idea, when it really wasn't. I had been coming by these last few days, when the urges inside me seemed too great to bear. I had never gone in, and as strange as that sounded, that gave me strength. It made me feel better that I had the will to stay strong and loyal to my wife. That being said, the deep, rhythmic beats of the music coming from within were turning me on, and I could only imagine the naked bodies dancing in time with the music.

I parked a decent enough distance away to not be noticeable. I didn't want to be discovered, and if someone did see me, they would probably think I was some sort of creep, just parking here, and sitting in silence, lost in my own thoughts.

In these quiet moments, I would try to reflect on my current predicament. How had it come to this? What cosmic force had I pissed off to be where I was now? I mean, I was raised right. I had a good family, and my life was seemingly normal. But even before this whole thing started with Katie, and the cascading madness that had followed, it seemed like I always attracted the wrong type of girl. Even before I knew Amanda, this was a problem for me. Like in high school, I was a pretty amiable guy, not like a party dude or anything, but I had a wide social circle, and plenty of nice and sweet girls who I felt like I had a chance with. But, despite my best efforts to date those nice and sweet girls, it was those... other... type of girls who demanded my attention. The slutty ones. The ones who had a reputation for sleeping around. Those were the ones that seemed to be REALLY interested in me, more than the normal nice girls. For a while, at least during high school, I was smart enough to resist. I focused more on my schoolwork, or hanging out with my buddies, anything to distract me from their trashy charms. I mean, it wasn't like I was a virgin at this point. I had fooled around a bit with a girl I knew from church, but I wasn't exactly experienced. And yeah, I could admit they had their appeal, but even back then I knew those types of girls were bad news.

Like I said, I was a normal, decent guy, not one of those party guys or meathead jocks. I was a straight arrow in school and was typically more focused on getting good grades then partying. I shouldn't have attracted that much attention. I guess I wasn't bad looking, but it felt like I wasn't doing anything to bring this on. And it wasn't like I couldn't be friends with a normal, nicer girl. I'd always been good with girls, I guess. Not in that way, mind you, but I was always able to talk to girls when many others were more nervous about it.

When I was younger, my best friend was a girl, Erin. She wasn't like a girly girl or anything, she was more a tomboy who lived nearby who I would, like, shoot hoops with. Admittedly, we were both too young for there to be any attraction, and looking back, she was very pretty. But, we were just friends who had a lot in common. It didn't matter that we were a boy and a girl. Eventually, she moved across town, but we would still run into each other from time to time when I was in high school, and it never got weird at all. Our friendship would pick up right where it left off.

So, I knew I could have a normal friendship with a girl, but as I got older, the girls that were into me weren't interested in just being friends. And, for whatever reason, it was this certain type of girl just started swarming to me. I don't know what it was about me, but sluts really dug me. I made it all the way to college, and at that point I was still holding out from giving into one those types of girls, but eventually, one night, I just gave in.

The temptation was too strong to resist. It was a party, and I was alone, and I just couldn't find a good reason to say no. I was young, and I figured it wouldn't be so bad if I indulged a little bit, so... I did. And yeah, it was really good. Really, really good.

I was too young to really think twice about whether I should be doing it. I just let myself give in for once and let things play out, see what happened. I let the girl take control, and I just held on for the ride, literally. It was a pretty jarring experience. I just lied back and let her do her thing, and it was unlike any other romantic experience I had ever had. Specifically, it was in no way romantic. This was pure lust. I, this nice, good guy, had this college girl ride my cock like a complete fucking whore. And like I said, it was really good, but it just felt wrong. It was like watching a hard R-rated movie when your, like, 10. It might be good, but you know deep down that you shouldn't be seeing this. The sex was incredible, but it felt so wrong. It felt too good to be healthy. It felt like I shouldn't be doing this. I tried to move on, but the encounter was never truly forgotten.

Now that the seal had been broken, I did end up giving in a few other times in college, in some of my weaker moments. I was still catnip to filthy women, and this being the college party scene, there were a lot of those to go around. I had a few very memorable encounters, with a few different girls, some of these being fleeting, some that were slightly longer lasting, but after all of these encounters and relationships ended badly, I realized I needed to change. This wasn't a healthy thing, as good as it felt. I couldn't just let my dick call the shots and let myself be lured in by those troublemakers. It was really wrong headed, and I needed to have more discipline. I needed to be a better man to find a better type of girl.

It took a lot of effort, but I was able to change my behavior, find a healthier social circle, and escape the toxic crowd I had fallen into. I swore off certain vices, knowing they were bad news, like drinking and partying. These things clouded my judgment, and I needed to keep my head clear. I even changed my day-to-day behavior, adopting healthier habits, reconnecting with the church, forcing myself to stop swearing, things that I needed to do to be a better man. And it paid off wonderfully. Soon after, I was rewarded with Amanda. And things were great... until Katie. Until I was seduced by my wife's older sister. And just like that, I was back in that world. Back in that toxic headspace. Back in the clutches of these seductive women, even deeper than before. And if I didn't stop the descent soon, I would never be able to escape. I had done it once, and I could do it again. The problem was... I had done and experienced so much now, way more than I had back then. I had done things that couldn't be forgotten. I only hoped I had the strength to resist.

But despite all my youthful indiscretions, I had never hooked up with a black girl, and now, I kinda wished I had. I figured part of this sudden fascination with Aisha was because I had never been with a black girl and never experienced what they could do in the bedroom. If I had, if I had fucked a black pussy, if I had felt a pair of big black tits in my palms, maybe I wouldn't be so drawn to Aisha. Maybe I wouldn't be so tempted. She was forbidden fruit. She was something new, and my cock craved her. My cock craved women of all types, and knowing there was a new type of girl out there that wanted me, had me stiff as a brick.

These were the types of thoughts that would run through my head while sitting outside of the strip club "Skin". I hadn't been noticed yet, and I was getting ready to turn the car back on and drive off. As strange as it sounded, I again felt proud that I had resisted the urge. The siren's song. It wasn't about going inside the strip club. It was knowing that I could but be strong enough to resist. I put the keys into the ignition, and was about to turn on the car, when a knock at the window made me nearly jump out of my skin. I turned to look out the driver's side window, and there stood the object of my fantasies.

Aisha.

She was looking through the window at me curiously, with a small smile crossing her full, plump lips. God, she looked so sexy. Her knowing, hazel eyes. Her smooth, dark, sexy black skin. Her long straight, stylish hair. She was dressed down, in stylish, thin sweats, a simple t-shirt, and a thin pullover. But even in this state, her mammoth jugs were jutting out in front of her noticeably, grazing my car door.

She spun her hand, indicating for me to roll the window down, and in my stunned state, I complied.

"Hey baby!" she said to me brightly, her smooth, honey-tinged voice making my cock stiffen. She surveyed the surroundings, appraising my car and its contents, followed by a long, languid glance at me. "Wow... nice car, nice clothes, fancy job... I think I struck gold with this one!" As she said this with a grin, she leaned forward, resting her arms on the top of the car, pushing her chest out, trying to try draw my eyes to her mammoth, jiggling boobs.

"Oh, uh, hi..." I stammered, my eyes drawn to her smooth, dark crevasse of cleavage.

"You coming inside?" she asked hopefully, raising one perfectly plucked eyebrow.

"Uh, I, uh... no, I don't think so. I was, uh, just in the neighborhood, got turned around," I stammered again, knowing this lie sounded amazingly weak. I could tell immediately she could see through me.

"Did you get lost the last few days too?" she asked knowingly, a wicked smile crossing her gorgeous face. I simply smiled nervously, not knowing what to say. "Listen... I know why you're here. I know what you want. You still have that urge, the same one you've had since we first met. Married man wants a black girl on the side. Hahaha! Right?"

"No... no..." I stammered, but she clearly didn't buy it.

"You want to see me naked again, don't you? No shame in that, baby. Lots of men like to see me naked. Lots of men will blow their paychecks just to see my big, naked tits. But you didn't have to pay a dime to see me naked before, and honey, and you won't have to pay a thing to see me naked again..." she teased, her voice heavy with lust.

"Uh, well..." I stammered, sweat breaking out on my forehead. My nervousness was evident to her, and it simply made her smile.

"Don't worry, baby. I know you might feel bad, you know, sneaking around on your wife. But trust me, so many men like you go in there, and they always leave satisfied!" she assured.

"I don't think it's a good idea." I croaked out. "I... I can't." She pursed her lips in annoyance and looked away from me for a moment, before meeting my gaze once more with her fierce stare.

"Are you sure, Matt?" she asked. "Because, I can't lie, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I dance for a lot of men, and I forget about most of them. But not you. Something about you... you stand out to me, baby. There's something in you, bursting to be free. I could see it from the start. Let me be the one to bring it to you..." she urged, bringing both of her hands down to the open window, leaning on it with straight arms, pressing her big tits together, making them bulge outward.

Unable to resist staring at her enormous, jutting breasts, straining against her t-shirt, I couldn't help but think about how much I wanted to join her. I really did. But for the sake of my soul, I had to resist the urge. I had to resist being corrupted by the darkness once more.

"I can't." I finally said.

"Are you sure? Because you look tense..." she diagnosed, sliding her hand from the window and squeezing my shoulder. Her touch made me jump. "Just come inside. Let me dance for you. Let me take off my clothes for you and show you the goods. I want you to look at every inch of my naked body, up close. My long legs. My hot ass. My gorgeous pussy. My smooth, black skin. My big tits. Just take a little peek. Trust me, it'll make you feel a lot better. All that nice, sticky tension will just go away," she teased, sliding her finger against the side of my neck, making me shiver.

"I don't that's a good idea," I croaked out, despite every nerve in my body telling me otherwise. I wanted to go in with her. I wanted to see her naked, but... I couldn't. I just couldn't. She studied me for a few moments, sensing that my resolve was strong, at least for now. She smiled sadly and stepped back.

"Shame..." she relented. "Because, baby, I can't tell you how badly I've been wanting to show you my big tits again. I can't stop thinking about it." Her lewd suggestion sent a jolt through me. My mind flashed to an image of her, in a dim, sensual room, peeling apart her skin-tight clothing to reveal her bulbous, luscious black breasts. They jiggled in the darkness, in an almost hypnotic fashion, drawing me deeper until I was drowning, and it was too late to escape. I returned to the present, but she could see the heat in my eyes. She knew what I was thinking about, no doubt, but I was still composed enough to resist making it a reality. "Well, I gotta get inside, hon. Can't get caught up chatting with hot married white men when there are bills to pay. I'm here most nights, so... if you change your mind, feel free to come in. Trust me, you won't regret it."

I nodded as I looked up at her, happy that she seemed to be backing down. Her hand slid from my shoulder, about to pull away, when suddenly, she reached forward, grabbed my tie, and pulled me toward her. Before I knew it, her large, luscious lips were pressed into mine. And as I gasped in shock, her thick tongue entered my mouth.

I didn't know what to do as I was suddenly accosted by this black stripper. Stunned that I was suddenly making out with her, I did nothing as I felt her sinewy tongue slide against mine. Her saliva tasted sweet, because of course it did. Of course temptation tastes divine. I fell into the deep kiss with Aisha, her open mouth pressed against mine, our tongues feverishly dueling. Her plump lips mashed against mine as she voraciously attacked my mouth with hers. She moaned into my mouth, and I couldn't contain the moan of pleasure that escaped my throat. This kiss felt so fucking good. Despite how badly I had been trying to stay loyal to my wife, as soon as Aisha's tongue slid into my mouth, I completely gave into the pleasure and lust of the moment. My cock turned into steel as I made out with this black stripper. She grabbed the back of my neck to pull me forward against her, trying to force her tongue down my throat. Our spit mixed into a sensual cocktail as we kissed, the lust nearly consuming us both. But finally, I gained enough wherewithal to push her away, pulling my mouth from hers. Both of us were gasping deeply as we recovered, bands of drool connecting our swollen lips. My glassy eyes met her gaze, just in time to see her lips curl with wicked satisfaction.

"Thank you, baby," she gasped. "That kiss is gonna have me dripping wet for weeks." She pulled her upper half out of the car, standing up straight and stepping back. In a panic, I rolled up the window and turned on the car. She smirked knowingly as she stepped back, watching my panic. I gave a quick glance around to verify no one was around, and I zoomed out of there, driving by Aisha as she sauntered proudly into the club.

What the fuck just happened? Just like that, I almost got drawn back in to my cheating ways. Okay, that's it, no more bullshit. I could NOT go back there. Because if I did, I would go inside. If I went inside, I would track down Aisha and have her dance for me. If she danced for me, I would see her luscious black body naked again.

And if I saw her naked again, things would go a lot further than that.

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"Hey honey," Amanda greeted me sweetly as I entered the house. I made sure I looked presentable, no sign of the fact that I had just made out with a stripper. And, as usual, my wife didn't notice a thing.

"Hey." I replied, setting down my stuff.

"How was work?" she asked, ever trusting, as she walked towards me from the living room. She moved up to me and gave me a soft, loving peck on the cheek. The contrast between this nice gesture and the lusty kiss I just shared with Aisha wasn't lost on me.

"Um... fine. Just busy." I replied stiffly.

"You okay?" she asked. I was momentarily stunned. Had she actually noticed something was up? Did I miss something? Was there stripper glitter on my face?

"I'm fine. Why?" I said, trying to remain calm.

"Oh, you just look tense." she chirped, stepping behind me to rub my shoulders.