Lori’s Virginity

From the Short Stories Erotica Bundle, The Virgin Hotwife features (you guessed it) a virginal hotwife who is newly wedded to Evan, her long time boyfriend with whom she wanted to wait until marriage to have sex.

When the young couple see an opportunity to take home a cash prize at a local strip club, Evan and Lori take advantage of her sexy body and girl-next-door looks to jump start their plans to buy a house. The issue for them though, is that they lose the prize to another amateur stripper.

From “The Virgin Hotwife” of Short Stories Erotica:

“Hey, handsome,” a lithe woman with platinum blonde hair says as she sits next to Evan. She’s barely covered at all, has tattoos racing up one arm and down the other leg, and is definitely comfortable in nothing but lingerie. “You want some company?”

“I’m sure it would be great, but I’m married … to her,” he motions to Lori. “Hopefully she’ll win some money and … and maybe then you could give us both some company.”

They introduce themselves even though Evan is sure that ‘Hollywood’ isn’t her real name, he doesn’t bother to point that out. It feels silly. Hollywood looks over at Lori, watching her cling to the pole and drop into a smooth squat that she isn’t able to get out of as easily. She spins with some difficulty, her hands above her on the pole as she wiggles and shakes her hips, rolling her body to emphasize her curves.

“She’s very pretty,” Hollywood comments.

“She is,” Evan agrees. “Beautiful. She’s normally more confident than this.”

“Well stage fright will do that,” Hollywood says before leaning her head to the side. “And she’s a virgin, isn’t she?”

When Evan doesn’t immediately answer – mostly due to shock, Hollywood looks over at him. He clears his throat. “Yes. She is.”

Hollywood nods. “She’d be more confident in her sex appeal if she wasn’t. It’s kind of stamped on her forehead.”

Thankfully the stripper doesn’t ask why Lori’s never had sex, how they’re married without it, or anything else he’s heard in the last week. She just seems to accept it. Lori comes off the stage and sits on Evan’s lap. “Was it sexy at all?”

“I think you can feel how turned on I am, sweetheart,” he answers in her ear as he grinds against her.

“Not enough to win the money I’m betting,” she says before sagging slightly. “I’m sorry. I know that would have paid off our cards and left us enough money for a month of bills.”

Evan kisses her neck. “You pushed your limits and got up there. I’m proud of you either way.”

She rewards him with a loving kiss, but soon enough the winner is called and it’s not Lori. She sighs, but stands up. “Well, we can’t afford to throw ones or to treat the strippers, so how about we head back to the hotel, treat ourselves with room service, then have some fun of our own?”

He nods and holds up her pants, playfully teasing her, pretending to give them back just to hold them out of reach as they head to the exit. Lori finally grabs her pants and he pulls her close, kissing her hungrily before surrendering her pants.

Just before they get to the door, another stripper steps in front of them. Evan blinks a few times, then clears his throat. “Yes?”

The woman has blue hair and a number of piercings with no tattoos. She’s in some kind of black strappy lingerie that looks more like bondage gear. Her ridiculously tall platform heels make her even taller than Evan.

“A client would like to request her,” the stripper points at Lori. “Her company specifically.”

“What?” Lori asks, obviously not sure what to say to that. “I um … I’m not a worker here.”

“I know,” the woman answers. “But he wants you all the same. It’s up to you, since we can’t force you, but he’s willing to pay really good money.”

Lori looks at Evan and Evan looks at Lori. A part of him wants to say yes as long as he can watch, but the other part says that’s ridiculous. No one can just buy his wife’s time. Lori shakes her head slightly and Evan speaks up.

“No. My wife isn’t for sale – her company or her body,” he says.

He starts to edge around the stripper, pulling Lori close, but the woman speaks up again. “He’s willing to pay more than the amateur prize money that was offered.”

Lori hesitates. Evan knows she’s still thinking about the money, still thinking about how it could help them, but that matters less to Evan. Still, it would help. A whole lot and if the guy just wants a lap dance … someone willing to pay that much just to get that from Evan’s wife makes his c*** twitch.

He clears his throat, ready to say no again, just to uphold what Lori wants, but the stripper smiles. “At least speak to the client. I’m not a messenger. He’s paying me to ask you, not to carry an answer back.”

“Um … okay,” Evan says.

The stripper points out a man sitting on his own. He’s at least forty-five years old, drinking an amber liquor, he’s tall, commanding, and dressed like a wall street guy. Lori makes a squeak of a sound as Evan heads in that direction.

“Evan,” she hisses.

“We’re just going to tell him no in person so the offers stop and we can get out of here,” Evan explains.

“Really? That’s all?” she asks.