We had gone out on a date that night: dinner and a movie, nothing to exciting. We had dropped the kids off at my parents, so I thought that we could take advantage of it and not rush home. I suggested going for a walk in the park, dancing, or something else if she had any ideas. Hell, I was open for anything other than going home.
Then she said no. She said that she just wanted to go home and relax. Frustrated is about the only word that I can come up with to describe how I felt. Our sex life hadnât been the greatest lately, not that I was expecting any, but I really was hoping to get some that night. And then she said no, that she just wanted to relax. I knew my chances of getting laid were shot.
As I said, I really wasnât expecting any that night, but it had been a while. I tried to not let my disappointment show, but I think that she could tell that I was upset. Neither one of said much for the next several minutes.
I was taking the long route home, avoiding some of the heavier traffic. I wasnât really paying attention to where I was going except that I was in the general direction of home. Suddenly something caught her attention and she broke the silence.
âPull over there!â
I was a little surprised because she was pointing at a strip club. She had told me once when we were still dating, about a night when she had gone to a strip club with a bunch of friends on a dare. Thinking that it would never happen, I would joke about taking her to one. Not expecting this from her, I hesitated and drove by the entrance to the club.
âQuick, turn around and park the car before I change my mind.â
Minutes later, I was paying the cover charge with my wife at my back. We looked around the club searching for a pair of seats together. All of the tables were full which left us sitting at the bar or at the stage. Well, the bar was out so this left us sitting at the stage.
A quick description of the place: The bar is right up front, and there are a couple of pool tables off to the far side. By the bar is the main stage, which was full that night. Over by the pool tables is the second stage, and it was only about half full. Behind this stage is a small area that is raised about as high as the stages and has a short wall about chest high around it. This area is used as the private dance area.
The club is topless only and no touching of the girls is allowed. They do come down off of the stage for dollar lap dances usually wearing a g-string only. These lap dances are primarily used as teases to get you to pay for a private dance, which last the full length of a song. I have never had one of these private dances, so I donât know if the same rules apply regarding nudity or touching. There is a security camera that hangs from the ceiling watching the private dance area, so I would presume that any type of sex would be out.
My wife suggested standing around and waiting for a table to open up. To which I replied if youâre going to a show, you might as well get good seats. I got punched in the shoulder for that, but she agreed to take a seat at the second stage. Shortly after we sat down, one of the waitresses approached and asked what we would like to drink. We gave her our orders and she to get our drinks.
I had finally gotten my wife into a strip club, and I didnât want to push my luck. I was afraid of how my wife might react to one of the dancers giving me a lap dance, so I was trying not to encourage anything. I tried not to look at the girls when they were in front of me, and I did not put any cash on the rail. (Cash on the rail is a sign to the dancers that you want a lap dance.) That is until the waitress returned and set our drinks down on the rail to the stage, setting my change by it. I was busy talking to my wife, so I didnât pay any attention to what she just did.
Imagine the look on my face when the girl on the stage starts to move my drink out of the way and climbs down to my lap. I am always one for a lap dance, my favorite part being when the dancer rubs her tits in your face, and the overwhelming aroma of the perfume that she is wearing. But my wife was sitting right next to me. I was afraid that she would get mad or something. Hell, I had a dozen different thoughts running through my head most of which were bad. None of which was that it was her idea to come in here.
Next thing I know, she is leaning against the stage with the side of her g-string pulled out waiting for her dollar. I reached around her, grabbed a dollar off the rail and stuck in the waistband of her g-string.
Next she climbed onto my wifeâs lap. I didnât notice before but she was laughing, and laughing pretty hard. If I read her right, she was trying to tell the dancer no, but couldnât get the words out. Instead, she ended up with a lap dance. She did manage to get ânoâ out when the end of the dance came up and the girl tried to rub her tits in my wifeâs face.
The guys sitting around the stage loved it and cheered, yelling encouragement for my wife to let her. She didnât and the dancer moved on.
The next couple of girls up on stage gave me lap dances to my wifeâs insistence. She even waved the money to get one of the girls to come over. It was when the next girl came up on the stage that our night got interesting.
She strutted directly over to us, not paying attention to the rest of the crowd. Moving my wifeâs drink out of the way, she started down when my wife started waving her arms indicating no. I loved the sound of the crowd cheering them on, although it turned to sounds of disappointment when she started waving her arms. The dancer started begging and the crowd started yelling encouragement to them to do it. I leaned over to try to say some words of encouragement myself when she gave in. Her arms stopped moving, and the dancer came down.
She started on her knees with her face in my wifeâs lap. She lifted her head and her hands came up to my wifeâs waist, untucking her shirt. Then one by one, she started unbuttoning her shirt, kissing her belly as she exposed the skin. My wife stopped her when she got to the button at bra level. This didnât deter the girl very much. She moved to the side and kissed one breast, then moved over and kissed the other breast. Next she moved up and kissed my wifeâs neck and continued up until she brushed her breasts past my wifeâs face. The crowd went nuts cheering them on as she moved from in front of my wife over to my lap.
I looked over at my wife when the dancer was done with me, expecting to see her shirt buttoned up and tucked back in. Instead, I saw her with her shirt held together talking to some stranger. She leaned over and told me he wanted to see her boobs. I told her to not let me stop her. After some of the things that I have seen her do in the last year, I didnât know what to expect when she turned back to the guy.
Her back was to me, so I didnât see for sure what she did, but it was a little too quick to have shown her tits. What I did see was her shirt opening up and going close pretty fast. Damned, I was hoping for some skin. Well, I thought that was it, but there was a group of guys sitting behind us that started chanting that they wanted to see too. She turned to them and opened up her shirt, flashing them her bra.
Their chant changed tone as they asked to see more. Again she turned to me asking for approval. I gave it to her and she turned and opened her shirt again, holding it open long enough to lift up her bra. She pulled it down moments later and sat facing the stage again; holding the shirt tightly closed. I thought that she was going to button it up again when she gave in to the cheers of the guys sitting across from us. She stood up, opened her shirt and once again lifted her bra, this time she was flashing the entire club her bare tits. I was rock hard and loving it.
She got strange for a little while after that. She kept watching the private dance area and asked me a few questions about it. I didnât think much of it at the time, but when the waitress brought us fresh drinks, they exchanged a few words and then she grabbed me by the hand and led me over to it.