Anger Made My Wife a Slut

Authors Note: This is another

FICTIONAL

story. All characters in the story are

FICTIONAL

with the exception of my wife and I. All of the actions and conversations in this story are

FICTIONAL

.

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Life had become pretty mundane. It seemed like work had taken over. One of my staff had just started maternity leave, another was on long term disability due to a back injury from a car accident and a third had quit because she couldn't handle the resulting workload. I was in the midst of the annual budget forecasts, a departmental reorganization and, on top of my regular work, I was writing new job specifications for the positions that the re-org would create. In addition I was also trying to do as much of the work that my three absent staff had normally done. It was not unusual for me to leave for work at 5.30 in the morning and not get home until 8.30 or nine at night.

In fairness, my husband was also working a full day but he usually got home first and got dinner ready. After dinner I would often fall asleep in front of the TV and Alan would wake me up to go to bed. After a couple of months of begging, my boss finally relented and authorized the hiring of two new people. I insisted that the two people came from another department within the organization so that they wouldn't have to be trained from scratch and wouldn't require an additional budget approval.

Within a couple of weeks the new people had bedded in well and I was able to leave the office by six o'clock most days. Then, out of the blue, I got approval to recruit one more person and, with a little bit of finagling, managed to take on someone that I had worked with several years before. She was a person that I trusted and I knew that she was a hard worker.

At last I was able to get back to my normal hours and even managed to get a couple of days off. My husband arranged a couple of days off to coincide with mine and we spent a long weekend in Montreal. We arrived in the early afternoon on a Thursday and, apart from an hour or so in the hotel restaurant, spent the rest of the day and night in the hotel room. Between lovemaking sessions I managed to get enough sleep that, when the morning came, I felt very refreshed.

We spent the next morning exploring the Old Town area. After lunch at a beautiful rustic restaurant we made our way back to the hotel and spent the afternoon in bed. I don't know if it was the Montreal vibe or the fact that I didn't feel exhausted anymore but I found myself as horny as hell.

That evening we went out to look for a quiet restaurant. We found an Italian place down a side street and had an excellent meal and a bottle of wine. After that we decided to take a stroll and see what was around. We did a bit of window shopping and made note to come back a sample the delights of a traditional Montreal deli that we passed.

It was then that I spotted one of Montreal's many strip clubs. Before Alan had a chance to say anything I took off towards the door and went straight in. Alan had no choice but to follow me.

"Bonjour!" said the man at the door.

"Hello!" I replied.

"For ladies no charge." He said in a heavy Quebec accent.

When Alan came through the door he was asked, in French, to pay a cover charge.

"He's with me." I blurted out. I grabbed Alan's hand and turned in the direction that the music was coming from.

"Tres bien. Enjoy." The doorman called as we headed down the corridor.

The club was not even half full and we had no problem finding a table.

"Why did you come in here?' my husband asked.

"I wanted to see if the clubs here are any different than they are back home." I replied.

There was a girl onstage making a half hearted attempt to entertain the sparse crowd. She actually managed to look more bored than anyone else and she soon left the stage to a smattering of applause.

The table I had chosen was on a raised area toward the back of the club. I wanted to make sure that we had a good view of things and, more importantly, that a wall was behind us rather than more tables. Looking around the club I realized that, apart from the stripper that had been on stage and the two waitresses that I could see, I was the only female in the club.

It was still early and I knew that the club would gradually fill up. It was Friday evening after all. There would be more strippers and more waitresses too as the evening progressed.

One of the waitresses came over and said to my husband "You brought your wife in." She winked at me and continued "You are going to have a busy night eh?"

The allusion was obvious. He had brought me into the club so that I could learn to strip for him.

"Actually, I brought him in." I said.

"It's his birthday no?" she asked.

"No, I stripped in a club in Toronto recently and I wanted to see what happens in a club here." I replied.

"Well, we don't need any more strippers but if you can be a waitress we could use you."

"I've waitressed before but I'm not looking for a job. I just want to see what goes on." I answered.

"Shame, several of our waitresses have already called in sick. It's going to be a hard shift tonight." She sighed.

She was wearing a dark blouse and a short skirt and flat shoes I asked her if that was the usual uniform for the waitresses.

"During the day it is but after eight we have to take to take off the blouse and skirt and swap the flats for heels." She explained.

"That's what I had to do in Toronto. How do you like it?"

"I don't mind it." She admitted. "The tips are very good but the guys take liberties."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"They will touch us and very often we end up with nothing on." She explained.

"Then why don't you become a stripper?" I asked. "You'll make a lot more money."

"I graduate in the spring. I'd rather have waitress on my resume than stripper." She smiled.

"What are you studying?' I asked.

"Economics and finance. I want to work in one of the banks or investment companies."

"Yeah, those guys watch strippers but they don't hire them." I laughed.

We ordered a couple of drinks and she went off to the bar.

She came back about ten minutes later with our drinks and I asked to run a tab.

We watched another stripper put no effort in whatsoever and then my husband turned to me with a mischievous look on his face.

"Why don't you help them out and be a waitress for the evening?"

"Because I'm here to observe, not to take part." I replied.

We had a couple more drinks as the place started to fill up. Our waitress came by wearing just a g-string and heels. Obviously it was past eight o'clock. I thought of my experience in the club in Toronto and couldn't help but smile.

The club was filling up quickly now but I only saw one new waitress. Our glasses were empty and it was at least half an hour before our waitress showed up. She was quite attractive with decent boobs but her legs were a little too skinny.

She looked quite flustered and was a little less polite than before. We ordered our drinks and waited.

One of the barmen brought our drinks. He placed them on the table and crouched down to speak to me.

"Ellie tells me that you were a waitress. We could sure use the help."

"No, I'm just here to watch." I insisted.

"Ok, if you change your mind just come down to the bar."

"You know you want to." My husband piped up.

"You certainly want me to." I laughed. I did want to but I was determined not to get involved.

Less than twenty minutes later a guy dressed in a very shiny suit came to the table.

"Bonjour. Hello." He said. "I am Jean and I am the manager. I really need your help. We have only three waitresses tonight and Ellie is working a double shift. Even one more waitress would be a great help. If you help you can keep all of your tips." He begged.

"No, I don't think so." I said.

"Ok, I would forget your bar tab if you help." He offered.

"No." I shook my head.

"Ok, you can keep your tips, drink all you want and I'll pay you five hundred bucks." He was desperate.

As a joke I said "Make it a thousand and I'll do it."

He didn't hesitate. "That's a deal." He said.

In truth I was interested but I didn't really want a late night.

"Come, we'll get you your uniform." He ordered.

Alan laughed and said "I'll see you shortly!"

I followed Jean down toward the bar and along a corridor to his office. He asked me my name and scribbled out a quick note and signed it.

"That's the best contract I can do." He apologized.

I looked at the paper. It read "I owe Janice $1,000, her tips and bar tab for the evening."

"Good enough." I said. Where do I get changed?

He reached into a drawer and pulled out a pale pink g-string.

"Right here is fine." He sat behind his desk and picked up some papers.

"Aren't you going to leave?" I asked.

"I have work to do." He replied.

I wasn't about to change in the corridor and he wasn't about to leave so I turned away from him and started to undress. I knew full well that, even though he was holding some papers, he was watching me. When I was naked I realized that I hadn't picked up the g-string from his desk. I had no choice but to turn around and face him. He put his papers down when I turned but he made no effort to push the g-string across his desk for me. I had to reach over to grab the g-string and, as I leaned on his desk and bent towards him, he got an excellent view of my swinging boobs. His eyes quickly darted down towards my bare pussy and watched intently as I pulled the garment up.

The triangle of material that was supposed to cover my pussy was the smallest possible. I adjusted the garment as best I could but it was designed to cover as little as possible. I had left a "landing strip" of short hair that was plainly visible. The g-string covered my pussy but only by a millimeter or two. I knew I had to be careful if I had to adjust it otherwise I may as well be naked.

"Well? What do you think? I asked.

"Turn around and look at yourself in the mirror. Tell me what you think." He answered.

There was a full length mirror on the back of the office door and I stood in front of it. What I saw shocked me. My first impression was that I was completely naked. The g-string was so tiny and the colour was hardly distinguishable from my skin.

I turned and looked over my shoulder at the mirror. I couldn't even see the strings. They were so thin and the colour helped to make them virtually invisible. Turning back to face the mirror I realized that I was showing the tell tale signs of excitement. My nipples were erect and hard and I could see the outline of my pussy against the g-string.

He pointed to a cardboard box and said "Pick out a pair of heels."

I found a pair that fitted well enough and stood up straight. I looked at myself on the mirror again and smiled.

"I could upgrade you to stripper if you like." He offered.

"No, I'm good." I replied.

"Ok, go see Paul at the bar. He'll tell you what to do."

I left his office and went to the bar.

"I'm looking for Paul." I said to the barman that had delivered our drinks earlier.

"I'm Paul." He replied.

He handed me a tray with a notepad and pen on it and a clutch to wear over my shoulder.

"You can work the section that you were sitting in. It's big but it's less hectic than the sections near the stage. When they pay for their drinks bring the money and the tab here and I will give you change. Whatever is in the clutch at the end of the night is yours to keep. Welcome aboard." He smiled and held out his hand.

I shook his hand and realized that he was watching my breasts wobble. It didn't matter, he wouldn't be the last. I knew I was going to be touched by guys and I had already decided that not only was I going to enjoy it but I was going to encourage it.

I headed up into the section that I was going to work and was surprised how full it had become. My first stop was at the table my husband was sitting at. He smiled as I approached.

"Where are your clothes?" he asked.

"In the manager's office." I replied. I handed him my wallet and told him to take care of it.

"Wow, when you came towards me I thought you were already naked. Could I order a drink?" he asked.

I arched my back and pushed out my boobs.

"Certainly sir, what would you like?" I asked as seductively as I could.

"The usual." He replied.

I ignored the fact that he was talking to my breasts and went to serve another table.

"What can I get you guys?" I asked. There were four guys at the table and they were all wearing suits. "Bankers." I thought to myself. I wondered if they would recognize the other waitress if she went for an interview.

They ordered their drinks and I moved on to the next table. As I moved I felt a hand on my ass. Evidently this was not exclusive to Toronto.

Ignoring the grope I took the order from the next table and headed to the bar. I delivered the drinks without incident and then stopped off to talk with my husband.

"Apart from the tray how do the customers know the difference between the strippers and the waitresses?" he asked.

"The strippers don't go into the audience topless". I told him. "They wear a bikini type of outfit so that they can reveal everything slowly while they do a lap dance. Then they put everything back on before they are asked again. The thing is they sometimes have to take customers into the private rooms for special attention. I don't have to do that."

"Would you if you were a stripper?" he asked.

"It's part of being a stripper these days so yes, if I were a stripper I would." I answered.

"So you are topless all the time but you don't have to get naked or take guys to the private rooms?"

"I don't have to go into the private rooms but I'd be surprised if I don't end up naked at some point." I replied.

"By choice?" he asked.

"No but look at Ellie over there."

He looked and saw her trying to pull her g-string up. A guy had his finger on the back of it and was stopping her from pulling it up properly. She moved away and the guy let go.

"Are the guys allowed to touch you?" he asked.

"No. In theory if a guy touches me he gets kicked out. Having said that, the club will generally turn a blind eye to it. They are afraid of losing business.

"I'd have thought they would be more concerned about losing their licence." He said.

"This business is so corrupt. They know who the cops are and they just pay them to keep quiet. The cops are not concerned about nudity in these places." I laughed.

"So I can expect to see you naked at some point?' he asked.

"Probably. I won't fight it. I could make enough money tonight to pay for our whole trip." I explained.

"Will you go into the private rooms?" he asked.

"I won't broadcast it but if I am asked to I probably will." I replied.

He looked disappointed but also more than a little turned on.

"Just for the money?" he asked.

"The money is good but I'd do it for fun too. Now that I'm here I intend to enjoy myself and whatever happens happens." I realized that this wasn't the first time I had used that line.

"Well, if the roles were reversed I probably would too." He admitted.

"I probably won't sit and talk with you much tonight. It's bad for business and besides, I expect I'll be quite busy." I smiled and winked at him and, to my relief, he smiled and winked back.

I realized that he had just given me a free pass. I intended to use it as fully as I could.

I saw a guy beckoning me over and I went to the table. I bent over to hear the guys orders and made a point of making my boobs jiggle. I knew that if I gave the guys a bit of a show I would get a bigger tip.

Again I felt a hand on my butt as I took the orders and hustled to the bar. I knew it was only a matter of time before my boobs were fondled and then who knows what might happen.

I spent the next twenty minutes or so hustling drinks and then during a lull I went to talk to Alan again.

"So. I was wondering. What happens if someone touches a stripper?" he asked.

"The bouncers kick them out. Not overly gently either." I answered.

"But if someone touches a waitress nobody cares?"

"They only care if it looks like it's getting out of hand or overly prolonged." I replied.

"Define 'out of hand'." He said.

"If it starts to get violent or if the guy gets his dick out."

"Sounds like you are fair game." He stated the obvious.

I shrugged my shoulders and told him that if he sees me in that situation not to interfere.

"Why?" he asked.

"You'll probably get the crap beaten out of you." I chuckled.

Another table was looking for service so I hustled over to them. The job was not too difficult at the moment but I knew that when the guys got more alcohol inside them it would be different.

Business was steady and I spent a while serving and making small talk with the customers. I knew that when there was a stripper on stage things would ease up a bit for me but as soon as the girl had finished I would be rushed off my feet.

One of the strippers had just finished her act and the bankers called me over. Their glasses were empty and I grabbed two of them and put them on my tray. Rather than walk around the table I bent over and reached across to get the other two. They were enjoying the sight of my boobs and I was enjoying showing them off. I also made a point of parting my legs a little so that the guys at the table behind would get a good view of my ass and perhaps some of my pussy. As I picked up the last two glasses one of the guys put his hand on my ass. I let it stay there for a moment and then stood up. As I turned to head to the bar I smiled and winked at the guy. I knew that if I flirted with them I would get bigger tips and who knows what else.

The club was almost full by now and I had my work cut out keeping up with demand. My feet were starting to get a little sore. Apparently the heels didn't fit well enough after all.

I served my husband another drink and went to the guy at the next table over. He was sitting alone at a small table and I said "What can I get you?"

"Rum and coke please."

As he ordered the drink I bent forward and took one of my shoes off so that I could rub my foot.

"Long shift?" he asked.

"Only a couple of hours so far but these heels are not too comfortable."

"Then why don't you sit down for a moment?"

There wasn't another chair at the table and so he pushed his chair back.

"Sit here." He suggested.

"Why not!" I smiled.

I sat on his lap and lifted my sore foot up to rub. I felt his hands on my sides and then on my boobs. Rather than getting up and creating a scene I just carried on rubbing my foot. He was massaging my breasts and playing with my nipples and I loved it.

I looked up and saw my husband watching from the next table. He had a big grin on his face. I let go of my foot and leaned my back into the guy's chest. Then I parted my legs a little and winked at him. He winked back and gave me a nod. I knew that guys at other tables had been watching and I also knew that I had now let the genie out of the bottle.

I turned my head and said "I'll get you that drink now."

He took his hands off of my boobs and I got up and went to the bar.

"Looks like you're quite a hit." Said Paul. He had been watching from the bar. "Be careful. You can't let them fondle you for that long. Nobody will complain if it's a quick grope but if you are going to let them do that take it into one of the private rooms."

"Ok, I'm sorry." I felt like a naughty school girl who had just been to see the headmaster.

He laughed and said "Don't worry about it. Have a good time but just be careful."

I took the guy his drink and waited for the money. He checked every pocket until he found a fifty dollar bill. As I turned to go and get change I felt his hand pulling on my g-string. He managed to pull it about halfway down my thighs until I spun away from him. I quickly pulled it back up and warned him not to do it again. I felt a bit flustered and forgot to adjust the tiny piece of material so that it was covering my pussy. The g-string was so small and light that I couldn't feel it at all. Now, unknown to me, I was walking around showing off my privates as well as my boobs. I stayed that way for fifteen minutes or more until I went to see how my husband was doing.