This is a continuation of my series 'The Bet', the premise of which is that my wife and I bet on the outcome of Red Sox-Yankees individual games, series and the full season head-head record. I had won the season head-head competition twice, as related in the earlier stories in this series. My wife won this year's season head-head bet and chose a trip to Las Vegas as her prize. Day one was a dinner and show of her choice; we had negotiated that day two would be another fine dining experience of her choice, but entertainment of my choice. And so begins our second day.
Note: as I wrote this story, I could see it going in two very different directions at the end: the first a romantic ending between us and the second - as I said, a very different ending. This version is the romantic ending.
Day 2
Our second evening in Las Vegas started much the same as the first, with me sitting patiently while Dana did her magic with hair, makeup, etc. Then the bathroom door closed while she dressed - her new dress intended as a special surprise treat for me, and I waited attentively for her to emerge. As usual, the wait was worth it; when she came out of the bathroom, she was wearing a black wraparound dress that went to just below her knees with a deep V neckline in the center that showed the inner curves of her luscious breasts. The dress was held together at this V by a belt at her waist. The neckline was low enough that it was obvious she was braless and the gentle sway of her breasts as she entered the room in her 4-inch black 'fuck me' heels confirmed that. My mind instantly deduced that the belt was all that kept me from a glimpse of heaven. As a bonus, as Dana walked her legs were shown to well up her thighs and revealed sexy thigh-high black stockings; combined with the heels the sight was spectacular.
Once in the bedroom Dana spun around and then looked at me expectantly. "What do you think?" she asked.
"I think you're gorgeous," I told her. "That dress flatters you in so many ways. I'm trying to figure out how you're wearing a bra with it..."
"I'm not darling," she told me. "There's no way I can wear one with this dress. I can't believe you think I'm wearing one."
It was clear she wasn't from the contour of her breasts in the dress, but I wasn't going to let her off that easily.
"I don't believe you," I said as sincerely as I could. "You're going to have to prove it."
Dana sighed at this but began to untie the belt, all the while shaking her head. "I do not understand men," she commented as the belt came undone. Then, as if she most certainly did understand men, she slowly opened the dress to reveal her spectacular breasts, a pair of black lace panties that rode high on her hips and the black thigh-high stockings.
"Dana," I whispered reverently, "you are incredibly beautiful. And definitely not wearing a bra. Is that a thong? I thought you hated thongs."
"I do, and no it's not," she told me. She gathered the dress up and turned to show me her back. The panties covered some but not much of her rear, highlighting the perfection of her ass.
I was enjoying the show immensely, my enjoyment enhanced by images of Dana unveiling herself like this on the main stage at the strip club I had planned for tonight's 'entertainment'. Truth be told, even I didn't understand exactly why I found that prospect exciting, but I did. All those men lusting after my lovely wife, but only I get to take her to bed....maybe that was it.
"The back is just as nice as the front," I commented as Dana turned around and retied the dress.
"Thank you," she said, smiling at my compliment. "I hoped you would like it. And I was sure you would like me braless, though I'm not sure why that fascinates you so much."
"Then you don't share my appreciation of how beautiful your breasts are," I explained.
Everyone ready, we headed out to the restaurant Dana had chosen for that night. It turned out to be just as good as the one the night before, perhaps better. My lovely wife thoroughly enjoyed her food and I made sure I plied her with an ample amount of excellent wine. She was in a very good mood by the time we paid the check and went to get a cab.
"That was wonderful dear," she told me. "Be sure to thank your team for me!"
"My pleasure," I answered. "Your Yankees were due to win eventually."
"Where now?" she asked as our cab pulled up.
"Still a surprise," I told her. "You'll see soon enough."
I helped her into the cab and slid in myself, then told the driver, "The Essex please." I was sure Dana would think the name meant it was a hotel, not a "Gentlemen's Club", so I was surprised to see a flicker of recognition in her face. But she didn't say anything, so I shrugged it off.
When we arrived at the Essex I was impressed at how upscale it looked from the outside. In typical Las Vegas fashion it was brightly lit and a well-dressed valet opened the cab door for us. A large man in a tux was stationed at the entrance and opened the carved wooden door. It wasn't until we were inside that it became obvious what The Essex was.
"You chose a strip club for our second night?" Dana asked, turning to me and shaking her head.
"Not just any club," I told her. "This is supposed to be the best one in Vegas, very upscale. I thought it would let us see another side of the city."
"Well, obviously this is for you, not me," she told me. "I'm not interested in watching women strip."
"Let's try it and see," I answered. "The cover includes two drinks - if you want to leave after we have them we can go, maybe rejoin your fans at the crap table."
Dana blushed at that and seemed resigned to let me have my moment. We checked our phones and went through the doors into the main club. There were two stages in the large room, a main stage and a smaller one off to the side opposite the bar. Dancers in tops and G-strings were dancing on both stages; I noticed that they were both attractive as we were led to a table near the main stage. Looking around I saw that about a dozen couples were also at tables, while the chairs at the bar and stages were all occupied by single men.
After we sat and had ordered drinks I asked Dana, "Have you ever been in a strip club before?"