DESIGNATED DRIVER
"Honey, please come get us. We're too drunk to drive. I don't want to risk a DUI."
That phone-call from my husband Vic, started the most adventurous time of my life. If I had only known when it started.
Vic and his buddies were out drinking. An old friend, Roger, had come to town so Vic and his pals took him out on the town to show him some of the 'entertainment' venues of our fair city. I don't know where they had been all evening, but Vic called from a 'gentleman's club', one of those places that cater to men who are anything but gentlemen. It was a titty bar. I'd known of the place; it was notorious around town. It offered strippers who took it all off, 'nude dancing'.
When Vic had left earlier in the evening, I gave him a wifely lecture about behaving himself when driving. I promised him I would come get him from anywhere if he'd had too much to drink. He agreed. We didn't want to risk him getting arrested for drunk driving or, even worse, causing an accident and hurting someone. So, true to my promise, I got out of bed, threw on a shirt (no bra) and a pair of shorts and drove to the club where the boys were enjoying themselves. It was one in the morning.
In addition to Vic and Roger, the other two guys were Tom Murphy, 'Murph', and a guy they called 'Ski'. His first name was Norman. I can't spell his last name; they just called him Ski. Murph and Ski were married and I'd socialized with their wives at picnics and parties over the years and had lunch with them occasionally. Roger was staying at Ski's house. My husband had picked up Murph, they met the other two at a bar, and went to series of places before getting to the gentleman's club.
When I got to the club, I was met at the door by the bouncer who gladly let me in when I explained that I was retrieving my husband and his drunken buddies who had been 'over-served'. He mentioned that he had first thought I was "one of the girls" and commented that I would look good up on the stage. I didn't quite know how to take his comment. It was a compliment, but it implied that I was 'that kind of girl', which I surely wasn't. Perhaps it was because I was not really dressed appropriately. I had thrown on a thin white blouse and my boobs were jiggling and my nipples were poking against the thin material. Below my waist was just a brief pair of gym shorts (over panties) and slip-on sneakers. I only expected to be there a few minutes.
I don't want to sound like a 'goody-two-shoes'. I've been around and had a number of relationships before I met Vic. Once we'd settled down, I had been a good, faithful wife. I wasn't sure about Vic, but figured what I didn't know wouldn't hurt me. I knew he loved me and that was all I needed to know.
The four 'boys' were sitting at a table a few feet from one of the runways where the girls were dancing. It took me a moment to find them, during which one asshole in the crowd propositioned me and grabbed my ass. I jerked away from him and gave him a dirty look. The lights were dim and the crowd was raucous, with a lot of shouting and lewd comments about the dancers.
Vic got a chair from another table and I joined him and his buddies, watching a blonde girl strip on the stage. She was thin and pretty, although I don't think anyone was looking at her face. She had a nice set of tits, but I could tell she had implants. I consider myself to be luckier than girls with fake tits; mine are real and they are of a nice size, proportionate to my body type.
I said 'hi' to the guys and they ordered me a rum and coke, which conflicted with my role as designated driver. I made them get me a Diet-Pepsi instead. I wanted to leave, but they were having a good time and wanted to stay a while. The nearly naked girl on the stage had them enchanted. I didn't know how far the girls stripped until I saw the young maiden on the stage remove her G-sting and then spread her legs so Vic and his companions could admire her naked cunt. I was kind-of grossed out, but the idea of a woman stripping for my husband and his friends, showing them her most intimate features, was a turn-on, as well. I found myself watching the girl on the next stage, a dark-haired girl with tattoos all over her body. All of us speculated about whether she had tattoos that she hadn't yet exposed. Well, she had shaved her pussy and had a tattoo of a snake on her bald pubis. I thought she looked gross, defacing her body like that. She was a pretty girl, with clear skin and would've been more attractive without the ink.
Of course, that led to a conversation about whether and where I had tattoos. I told them I had none on my body which prompted a remark from Ski that, he knew I didn't have any tattoos. Murph affirmed his statement. I was immediately suspicious about how they knew, which led them to explain that, earlier in the evening, my husband had showed them some nude photos of me. I was embarrassed. I had let Vic take some pics of me with his camera and put them on his phone. I hadn't thought about him sharing them when he'd taken them. I kind-of suspected that he might show his friends some of them when they were 'sharing stories about their families'. I shouldn't have been surprised.
Any doubts I'd had about what they had seen were resolved when Murph asked, "Do you still shave your pussy in a 'V'?"
When we were first married, I had trimmed my pubic hair into the letter 'V', for my husband Vic. He'd obviously shown his friends the photo of my pussy. He tried to explain, saying he only wanted to show one of me in a bathing suit, but he said that Ski had grabbed his phone and scrolled through the whole album of me naked. While I was a bit embarrassed, the compliments from the guys offset my modesty and, with the nude girl on the stage and others around the club, it was kind-of arousing that my husband's friends had seen pictures of me naked. They were telling me how I was better looking than any of the girls in the club. I told them they were "full of shit", which only generated more comments. Ski said he'd like to see 'in the flesh' what he'd seen on Vic's phone. I told him to dream on. That led to Murph saying he'd like to see if the 'V' was still there. I wouldn't answer his question.
Another large-busted girl, named Bambi (probably not her real name-duh!) came out and Murph changed seats with me, so I was next to the stage. The girl began to strip and focused on me at the urging of the four assholes at the table with me. They handed me bills, fives, tens and twenties, to slip into Bambi's garter. Bambi gave us, particularly me, a real show. She danced for four songs and by the fourth number, she was naked and spreading her cunt a few feet from my face. They her to give me a lap-dance, but I refused. While I was focused on Bambi, I was leaning toward the stage and Murph pulled my shorts down in the back, exposing half of my ass-crack. He had his hand on my naked butt before I pushed it away.
Looking around between dancers, I noticed a little girl with a cute little butt across the room on another stage that I found to be really attractive, but I kept my mouth shut. Roger noticed me looking at the girl and offered to buy a lap dance for me. I refused. I was embarrassed that he had noticed my fixation with the girl. They arranged for her to come to our stage for her next show. The 'boys' continued to drink and I'd had a rum-and-coke myself. I figured I could handle one, but I didn't stop them from getting a second one for me.
The cute little girl, she wasn't very tall but had a nice little set of tits, came out to dance for us. She said her name was Venus. The guys speculated about whether her pussy was shaved into a 'V'. That started the whole thing about my pussy and them wanting me to show it. We watched her strip, and sure enough, her pubic hair was shaved into a 'V'. When she was wiggling her pussy a few feet from my face, Ski got 'handsy' and reached under my shirt and grabbed one of my tits. He flicked his fingers over my nipple for a moment before I stopped him. At the same time, Murph slid his hand into the back of my shorts again and was working his fingers toward my pussy when I stopped them. I looked at my husband, and he was just laughing while his friends copped-feels.
They said it was Roger's birthday and he hadn't 'gotten any' yet, so, with my husband's encouragement, I sat on Roger's lap for one song with the next stripper. Roger took advantage, and I didn't stop him. He slid his hand under my shorts and panties and fingered my pussy. He slid two fingers into my vagina before I stopped him. He put his fingers to his nose and inhaled the scent of my cunt. Vic was watching. I returned to my seat, but my pussy was soaked from the attention.
