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It was getting closer to our wedding day. Bridget wasn’t getting to be the Bridezilla that she could have been. I was happy about that. However, it was her mother who was becoming the monster-in-law. I understand, I really do. She only wants the best for her little girl. But her overbearing demeanor and her holier-than-thou attitude towards me was getting on my last nerve.Thankfully, Bridget knew how her mom was and she promised that she would make it up to me. I believed that she would. Since we met, she had done everything she could to make me happy. I have done an equal job at making her happy.“Baby, I want you to know that I love you. Mom has been driving me crazy too. I will make it up to you, I promise.”“And just how do you plan on making it up to me, sweetie?”“By doing a lot of wild and crazy things with you before and after the wedding. Things that would drive my mom crazy if she ever found out.”“Oh, really? What do you have planned for us?”“Oh no. You’ll find out soon enough,” she smirked and then kissed me. Bridget’s mom was incredibly old school and wouldn’t let her move in with me until we were married. Even then, I wasn’t too sure. I didn’t like it at all, but I kept quiet to keep the peace for both of us. It was the weekend before the wedding. We decided we would be different and have a combined bachelor/bachelorette party with friends. We went out to dinner with close family and the bridal party. We wanted to unwind and let loose at the party so we arranged for my neighbor, Doug, to occupy her mom so we could have some fun. Doug was a lonely widower. We did this to thank him for watching our house during our honeymoon.After dinner and a couple of dances, we feigned exhaustion to her mom and bid her a farewell. Doug would be taking her home after they had coffee and dessert. Once we left the restaurant, we headed to the strip club. This was Bridget’s idea. I paid the admission fee for myself. Bridget’s was free and mine was half off because I was with her. It wasn’t too busy for a Friday night. We found a table near the stage. I wasn’t a prude, but I was still shocked that Bridget wanted to be there.“Bridget, what brought this trip on? You know you’re my only one.”“Bret, I told you I was going to make up for my mom being such a bitch towards you.” I looked at her with a stunned look on my face. “Yes, honey, I know she is. I also know you keep quiet because you love me and don’t want to cause problems. This is only the beginning. Sit back and enjoy the show.”How could I not enjoy it? My fiancé bringing me to a strip club. Hot women to look at with her approval. The music was my favorite, 80s hairbands. It was blaring in the sound system. How was I going to argue with her? Bridget’s eyes were glued to the dancer on stage. She watched her every move. Then, her hand started to rub my cock through my jeans. I was already hard, but her hand made me even harder. I glanced over to Bridget, she had her other hand up her skirt and her panties pulled to the side finger fucking her beautiful, sweet snatch. I grabbed hold of her hand and pulled it towards my mouth. I licked her juices off her hand and let her go back to fingering herself. “Mmmmm, isvecbahis you taste delicious.”“I know you like it. Just wait until later.”What was she planning? I wanted to know but was just going to let the night play out.After the song ended and the dancer gathered her dollar bills and went backstage, Bridget told me she was headed to the bar to refill our drinks. She handed me a couple of ones in case she wasn’t back in time for the next dancer. A few minutes later, a cocktail waitress dropped off a drink for me and said Bridget would be right back. I took a sip of my drink and the next song started playing. I heard the sitar start to play and thought to myself, “It couldn’t be.” One of my favorite songs. It was the Electric Boys. ‘All Lips and Hips’. It was so fitting for a strip club. The stage lights lit up and out strutted a tall, leggy redhead in a short skirt. My jaw dropped. My Bridget was on the stage with the whole club watching her shake her ass at me. She turned to look at me in the eyes and gave me a sultry smile. She really was going out of her way to make up for her mom being a bitch. I don’t think I could love her any more than I do right now. Bridget walked towards the stripper pole in the middle of the stage and gave it a twirl or two, enough to give the other side a glimpse of her. Then, she made her way back to me. Her blouse was half off and then she threw it at me. She turned around and bent over and grabbed her ankles, thus showing her ass to this side of the club. Once she stood up, she unzipped her skirt and it dropped to her feet. Then she kicked it to the side of the stage. Bridget made her way around to the other side of the stage to give them another good look at her assets.Once she made her way back towards me, she had already taken her bra off. The sight of her almost naked body was so hot! I didn’t care that everyone saw her. She wasn’t ashamed of her body, and I wasn’t either. I was proud of my fiancé. Especially knowing that the guys from the club were going to be so jealous when they saw me leaving with her. Probably even a few of the women too. The music died off and Bridget grabbed her clothes and headed backstage. A few minutes later, the cocktail waitress gave me a note from Bridget.BretYou are invited to the VIP room in the back for a special private dance with your favorite dancer. Just show the card to the bouncer. Love You. BridgetI was holding a gold VIP pass in my hand as I got out of my seat and headed towards the back of the club. I showed the bouncer my pass and he let me through the door. There was no one else in the room. Bridget walked out of a side door wearing a short, silky robe. She walked over to me, grabbed me, and gave me a big hug and kiss.“Did you like my surprise, honey?”“Hell yes, I did. I couldn’t believe it when you walked out to that song.”“I know. I saw it on your playlist for the gym when I looked through your songs for one to dance to for my little surprise. I really liked it. I have always wanted to try something like that, and this gave me the perfect opportunity to try my dance moves out.”“Do you have any other moves you’d like to show me?” I asked.Bridget isveçbahis giriş walked over to the mini-jukebox and pushed a button. “Girls, Girls, Girls” by Motley Crue started to play and Bridget dropped her robe. She was wearing thigh highs with a matching sheer bra and high heels.God, did she look sexy. Bridget led me to the sofa and sat me down. She climbed on my lap and started grinding away. Her hands unbuttoned my jeans and fished out my cock. Her hands stroked my already hard shaft. “Bridget, you’re going to make me cum.”“Oh no, you don’t. You are not cumming until that sexy cock is buried in my soon-to-be-married pussy.” As she said that, she sat up and slid my cock into her moist and waiting pussy. “Oh Bret, that feels so fucking good. Make me cum, baby.” Bridget’s hips gyrated on my cock. I threw my head back as Bridget put her hands on my chest and rode me even harder. “Fuck, baby. I’m going to cum on your cock.”“Do it, Bridget. I’m right there with you, honey. I’m going to fill you with my spunk.”“Yes! Fill my pussy.” I felt her pussy tighten around my cock. That spurred my cock to shoot my load in Bridget as I pulled her hips towards me to get my cock in as deep as I could. After our orgasms subsided, Bridget was draped over my body, her arms draped around my neck. I held her just close. I was still semi-hard and still in her pussy. I looked around the room as we held each other. No one else was in the room. I could hear music playing from the club on the other side of the VIP Room. The jukebox had shut off. “How did you do all of this? Especially this,” I said as I pointed to the both of us still locked in our passionate coupling. “I thought this was kind of illegal in places like this.”“Well, a close friend is an owner, and this was part of a wedding gift to us. As for us fucking here in the VIP Room, I am not an employee. So, it would be more like indecent exposure rather than prostitution. But it is just us here, so no one really knows what went on here.”“I won’t tell if you won’t. It will be our dirty little secret.” With that, I pulled her into another kiss with lots of tongue. Bridget got up and we both got dressed and headed out of the VIP Room back to our table. The waitress refreshed our drinks and I asked Bridget about the rest of the wedding gift. “That is my little secret. You will find out soon enough. “ I wasn’t going to push it because it wouldn’t get me anywhere. If Bridget sets her mind to something, that’s it. She is stubborn like that. It’s one of the many things I love about her.We stayed another hour just relaxing and talking about the busy week ahead of us. I politely declined another drink from the waitress, and I told Bridget we were leaving. She looked at me with a mixture of excitement and disappointment. That is until I told her I had a surprise for her at home to give her. We got back to our place about midnight. We started fucking in the living room, made our way to the kitchen, and finally ended up in our bed, where we collapsed in each other’s arms about two hours later.I woke up to Bridget nuzzling my neck with her lips and a hand on my cock; my hand found its way to her ass, and then it was deep isveçbahis yeni giriş inside her wet pussy. I had her well on her way to an orgasm that she stopped stroking my cock and her orgasm just consumed her. As she came down from her sex-filled high, she jumped up and ran to the bathroom.“Come on, baby. We must meet mom for brunch. We must get showered and get going so we won’t be late. We don’t need her getting mad at us so close to the wedding. We have enough to worry about.”“Really, Bridget? You’re going to do that to me? Leave me with blue balls this morning after I got you off.” I said as I walked into the bathroom and jumped in the shower with her.“Bret, you know how mom has been since we got engaged. I want her to love you as I do. Well, maybe not that much.” She said giggling. I grabbed the shower gel and started lathering myself up, but I couldn’t control myself and started soaping Bridget up as best I can. She was fighting me off as best she could. Her best really wasn’t all that good. “Come on, Bret. We’re going to be late.”“Bridget, I’ll make it up to your mom every day if you just relax with me right now,” I said.I moved her wet hair away from her neck and started kissing her from behind. My hands went around her and enveloped her breasts. Bridget moaned softly. Her defenses were getting lower. I slid one hand down towards her pussy, while still holding her boobs with the other. I gave her clit a little rub and sunk two fingers into her wet pussy and then she became putty in my hands.“Oh yes, baby. Do it. Just take what you want from me.” I didn’t waste any time. I slid my cock in as I bent her over. Hot water was pouring down over us as I fucked her hard and fast. Within minutes we both came hard and then we got ourselves rinsed and cleaned off. We got out and quickly dried off. Once we were dressed, we were on our way to brunch. Bridget looked beautiful in her sundress and heels. I threw on khakis and a button-down shirt and tie. Once we got to the restaurant, we headed in. We didn’t see her mom waiting for us. “Shit, Bret. She’s already been seated. Mom’s going to be pissed at me,” Bridget said.“Relax, Bridget. I’ll take the heat for this one,” I said. “Besides, I was the one fucking you in the shower to make us late anyway,” I whispered to her. She blushed at me and smacked my arm while she mouthed, “I love you.”“Sorry, we’re a little late, mom,” Bridget said immediately as we sat down at the table. “Yes, Madelaine. It was all my fault. I was trying to look my best for you today. I wanted to look and be the best for Bridget and, of course, you. Bridget loves you, so I love you too.”“Well, thank you for your honesty, Bret. I was expecting you to tell me some lame-ass story or whatnot. I accept your apology,” she said.Madelaine got up out of her seat and walked over to me and gave me a hug and kiss. Then she walked back to her seat. I looked at Bridget with a shocked look on my face. I saw the look on hers. We had no idea what was going on with mom. We had a nice brunch with Bridget’s mom. We were still in shock over her mom’s treatment of me during brunch. Both of us were expecting a fight when we showed up late, especially when I took the blame for our tardiness. After brunch, we went shopping to grab a few things we needed for the week. We didn’t want to be running around all week. We were trying to make this a low-to-no-stress week.
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