The Stripper Party Was Off the Hook!

Chronicle of an Open Marriage #59

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And I have a crush on a woman now.

I’d never met “Mandy” in person. I’d interacted with her on the group chat though, where people are often posting sexy and semi-nude photos. I knew she was good-looking, with voluptuous lips and short, blonde hair. And I knew she had beautiful t*ts.

Is it okay to say that? IDK what the right word is these days. But I’d seen hers on the feed — many times. She seemed to like to show them off on all possible occasions and even said as much. “It seems like I’m always showing my t*ts!” was the caption on one of her topless photos (minus the asterisk.)

I also knew she was kind of punky, like all the younger people in this group. I guess I should mention here that I’m 69 years old, and most of the people in the stripper group are 30-somethings. But when one of the ringleaders invited me to join, I eventually did (after grappling with some serious self-doubt). And now, I find I’m getting more and more comfortable, even though I’ve got this old lady’s body. I still feel very sexy and appreciated by the people in this group.

I guess it’s a misnomer to call it a stripper party. What happens is everyone who comes puts on a performance of some kind to music and removing clothing is encouraged. But you…