Mister planned for the official interview of his new playmate (referred to herein as Giggles, and subsequently as "the 3rd") to be addendum to one of our nights out. Although he'd just met her on Friday, he seemed really eager for me to meet her. Resisting the urge to be put off by this, curiosity peaked I picked a day midweek that would work for me. It was to start with drinks and dinner at our house in the early evening and conclude at T's strip club as night turned to morning. Wednesday tends to be a lively night at the club and when it happened to coincide with good news, we were in a definite mood to celebrate. Giggles arrived promptly, and her picture did her justice. She was a little petite for my tastes, but the dress she was wearing wasn't particularly clingy so I opted to reserve final judgment. Over the course of the next two hours in spite of being six years my junior, she held her own in conversation, didn't seem overly intimidated by me and appeared to be in love with our dogs. Throw in two Patron shots and a SideCar and things were off to a great start. I was ready to give her my stamp of endorsement, but he suggested I see how comfortable she was at the venue where we normally close out our nights.
I asked her as we drove if she'd been to strip clubs before, and she mentioned a trio of local places she been to "once or twice." I kept my "hmm" to myself. I was interested in getting T's take on her and had arranged to meet Pink (and The Professional) there for an outside audit, so even if she was a boring voyeur, I had both ass and jokes to entertain me. I was understandably distracted when we first arrived, but once T got over seeing me for the first time in more than three weeks and we ordered our first round of drinks, I settled in, lowered my lashes and began to look for someone who would be a good match for Giggles' lap dance. I was still scanning the bar and VIP when she beat me to it, selecting a dark chocolate piece named Candy who was stacked in all the right places. Within minutes Giggles had her ample ass bent over in front of her, eyes glued to her crack and the juicy lips peeking out below it, and was aggressively slapping dollar bills against Candy's round cheeks in time with the music. Not only was this chick comfortable, she was engaged. I looked at Pink, who raised an eyebrow and chuckled.
We had a few more drinks, Candy gave Giggles a few more dances and suddenly it was close to midnight, I was horny, a little tipsy and Mister was hinting it was time to head home. I kissed T goodbye and headed to the car. Ten minutes later we pulled into our driveway and before I could say goodnight, Giggles asked to come into to the house to close out the evening. To be honest, I didn't think anything of it, stupid I know, perhaps the Patron had dulled my cognitive abilities?
I stumbled my tipsy butt into the bathroom once we got in the front door, from there stumbled into the closet to take off my shoes and pants, and by the time I stumbled back into the living room, the first act has already begun - Giggles was naked and Mister was face first in her pussy having his first taste. Well damn! I simply could not let him show me up. If you know me, then you know how I feel about eating pussy. I walked to the bedroom to grabbed a stack of Magnums, removed my remaining clothes, returned to the "theatre", tapped on his shoulder, and commenced to do give one of my best performances, while he showcased his best work from the other end. Two hours later, Giggles had cum nearly as many times I had (six), had "tapped out" and then "tapped in" of our session twice, alternately exhausted/overwhelmed and lustful/hungry as things progressed. When Mister took his final bow sending us all over the edge, Giggles was standing on the couch, plastered to the wall, my face was pinned beneath her sucking her wet, and Mister was behind my bent over body driving his thickness deep. Sweet, Sweet, Sweet....
Perhaps I had underestimated Giggles. Maybe she could be more than a second. Perhaps, she had what it took to be a 3rd!