Her name was Mercedes (for real) and when I first met her, she seemed to be nothing more than the typical hot number you would see on any stripper dance floor.
However, that perspective was easily changed the first weekend I stayed there, and my little brother wanted to show off his prize wife to his older brother.
Standing in the far end of the strip club, I could easily see Mercedes twirling around a strip pole.
Her long blondish-brown hair concealing her face as she removed her bra, my eye?s zeroing in on her ripe, sun tanned breast, the hardened arousal of her nipples as she brushed her hair away from her face, slowly placing her index finger over her bottom lip, sucking it playfully into her mouth.
?Shit...,? I thought, finding myself becoming aroused by my brother?s wife, as he continued her routine, my brother chugging down another large mug of beer, laughing and shouting right along with all the other drunk dogs in the room.