It had been several months since my wife Karen performed at a local strip club's amateur night, where some of our male neighbors and a few of her coworkers were in attendance. They had been concealed by the darkness of the place, so Karen and I could pretend that we didn't know they were there; even though having them in the audience really turned her on.
Our friend Greg was going through major life change. Not only did he divorce his stick in the mud wife, he would now be moving to the other side of the country. Among his friends, we decided to throw him a party.
We wanted to do something special and our friend Rick suggested we hire a stripper for the evening. Greg's ex wouldn't even allow him to have a stripper at his bachelor party and we knew Greg would enjoy it. We put together guest list of about 30 people and planned to have the party at our friends Rick and Jackie's place.
"You know would be more fun than hiring a stripper?" I asked Karen in bed one night as I gave her a look.
She thought for a moment, laughed and shook her head.
"You'd be amazing," I said as I nuzzled her ear. "Better than anyone we could hire."
"In front of all our friends?" Karen asked. "I don't think so."
Still, there was something in her voice that made me think she was considering it.
"You're thinking about it, I can tell," I said.
Karen's breathing changed. I began kissing her.
"You like to perform. You like showing off," I said.
"The strip club was different," Karen said.
"Sure," I replied. "This time there would be no hiding. You'd be strutting your stuff in front of everyone and they'd know it, and you'd know it."
Karen kissed me passionately and we caressed each other's bodies.
"How would we even pull this off?" Karen asked. "I'm not going to stand in front of all of Greg's friends and say 'hey everybody wanna see me naked?' "
"I'll say it," I said with a laugh.
"You won't be saying it either," Karen replied.
She grabbed my dick and I could tell the idea turned her on. Our conversation ended there.
I knew Karen wouldn't go through with something like this if people thought it was her idea. There was no way she would stand in front of a room full of people and declare she was about to strip for them. Even for her, it was too brazen.
I let the issue drop and we made our plans for the big party I told everyone that I'd hired a stripper and even bought a special costume for her to wear, something that Greg would really enjoy.
When I told Karen about the stripper she seemed a bit disappointed, but didn't say anything.
We told Greg about the party in advance, and about the stripper. He was really psyched.
On the night of the party, Karen wore the tiny black dress that really showed off her body—and nothing underneath. Naturally she got plenty of appreciative looks from the crowd and the party moved into high gear pretty quickly with the alcohol flowing freely.
As the evening wore on, people started asking me about when the stripper would arrive. I looked at my watch. She was late. I stepped away from the group and made a phone call. I returned to the living room with a sad expression on my face.
"There's been a mixup, the stripper isn't going to show," I told Rick.
"What the fuck? Which company did you use? Can they find a replacement?" Rick asked.
"I booked the wrong night," I said as others listened in. "They said it's unlikely they could find someone to fill in at the last minute."
Everyone looked at their watches. It was already past 10. Getting someone this late would be impossible.
"Offer more money," Rick insisted. "Tell them we'll pay double."
"I already offered more money, they said it's just too late," I said. "Look, I'm sorry, I screwed up."
Greg stumbled in and asked about the stripper.
"She can't make it," Rick said. "We've got the costume, but no one to fill it. Unless..."
Rick looked around the room at the wives and girlfriends who were listening in. He flashed them a mischievous grin. They shook their heads, a few of them laughing out loud.
He retrieved the costume. It was the sexy schoolgirl type—just like the one Karen wore at the strip club and it just so happened to be nearly her size.
Rick walked around the party, offering the box to each of the ladies with a wishful look on his face. Some of them just shook their heads. Others held up parts of the costume as if checking it for size.
"I doubt this would fit me, but I think Karen would be a good fit," Jackie said as she held out the top in front of my wife."
Karen laughed and shook her head.
"Oh come on Karen, you've got the body for it," Jackie insisted.
"No way," Karen replied.
"How about you just try it on?" Rick asked. "Just for Greg, give him a thrill."
Karen hesitated. I could tell she was thinking it over. She looked at me with a question on her face.
"Wear whatever you like, honey," I said with a shrug. "You've got bikinis that cover a lot less than that."
"Who thinks Karen should try this on," Jackie turned to the crowd. Many of the guys and a few of the women agreed. Some of them shrugged as if saying "sure, why not?"
After plenty of encouragement, and a bit of pleading from Greg, Karen was on the verge of relenting.
"I wouldn't want any pictures of this," Karen said.
Rick went to the center of the room and got everyone's attention. He informed them that Karen was willing to try on the costume for us, but only if everyone agreed there would be no pictures.
"I didn't say I would do this," Karen insisted. People booed. "I just said there shouldn't be any pictures if I did."
"Can we all agree, there'll be no pictures?" Rick asked the crowd.
"I didn't say I would..." Karen insisted.
"Sure, no pictures!" Someone in the crowd yelled.
