Straight Male / 37
The Stripper Story
When I was 22 and stationed in El Paso I found myself frequenting their many fine men's clubs. One in particular was Jaguars. After a few visits I started getting real familiar with this taut little Mexican dancer name Bobbi. She was about 5'1", slim, very fit, perky little breast, great ass, and one of the tightest pussies I've ever had. I had no intention of getting serious with a stripper, but after a few months I was in deeper than I had planned. She had on multiple occasions expressed her desire to quit stripping, move home with me when I got out of the military, and get married. Knowing I'd likely never land a woman this hot in Iowa, I finally agreed.
That same night I agreed, I was on duty and walking through the parking lot around our barracks when I heard a grown man crying. I walk around this truck and see a staff sergeant, my former squad leader, leaned on his car sobbing like a little girl. I start talking to him and he tells me about how his "fiance" had been distant and barely talked to him over the last couple of months. She hadn't even spoken to him in weeks, until just minutes prior when he received a text telling him they were done and she is in love with another man.
Now, reading this story, you know exactly where this is going, I however had no reason to suspect what was going on until we started chatting. I quickly learned his fiance was a local girl, but he described her as a student at UTEP. A few minutes into our conversation he said her name, Bobbi, and still even though I was thinking that was an odd coincidence, I still didn't make the connection. Then he opened his wallet and pulled out a picture of them. No bullshit, I almost choked. I was flustered and tried to play it off like a cough. I quickly broke away from him and went about my rounds. When I got far enough away I pulled my phone out and called to confront her. She told me everything and that she hadn't been with him since we started officially dating.
Having my own skeletons in the closet, I couldn't really be too mad at her. I'd done much worse, much more recently.
Anyway, the tldr is I stole my former bosses fiance, moved her back home with me, and married her. What can I say, good pussy will make a man do terrible things. Can't say I regret my decision, to this day she still has great pussy.
That same night I agreed, I was on duty and walking through the parking lot around our barracks when I heard a grown man crying. I walk around this truck and see a staff sergeant, my former squad leader, leaned on his car sobbing like a little girl. I start talking to him and he tells me about how his "fiance" had been distant and barely talked to him over the last couple of months. She hadn't even spoken to him in weeks, until just minutes prior when he received a text telling him they were done and she is in love with another man.
Now, reading this story, you know exactly where this is going, I however had no reason to suspect what was going on until we started chatting. I quickly learned his fiance was a local girl, but he described her as a student at UTEP. A few minutes into our conversation he said her name, Bobbi, and still even though I was thinking that was an odd coincidence, I still didn't make the connection. Then he opened his wallet and pulled out a picture of them. No bullshit, I almost choked. I was flustered and tried to play it off like a cough. I quickly broke away from him and went about my rounds. When I got far enough away I pulled my phone out and called to confront her. She told me everything and that she hadn't been with him since we started officially dating.
Having my own skeletons in the closet, I couldn't really be too mad at her. I'd done much worse, much more recently.
Anyway, the tldr is I stole my former bosses fiance, moved her back home with me, and married her. What can I say, good pussy will make a man do terrible things. Can't say I regret my decision, to this day she still has great pussy.
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