An earlier version of this story was published in the 1990s. It has been altered, expanded, and re-edited for Literotica. It is, of course, fiction and all participants are of legal age. This new version is copyrighted as of 2020. I hope you enjoy it; if so, please let your vote show it as that's an author's only reward. RandyD1369
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It was a very different world in the middle 1960s. Minimum wage was $1.25 per hour and if your needs were modest, a single person could live on that. If there were two incomes, a rarity in those days, it meant you were relatively well to do. I was in the building trades earning almost $5 hourly as the leading apprentice to an electrician and doing quite well. My then-wife, Amy, and I lived on the top left side of a four-plex. The couple across the hall were similarly situated.
The two couples of us spent a lot of time together. Brad and I often went fishing or hunting together. He sponsored me into a fraternal organization, I sponsored him into the Sportsman's Association. Amy, my wife, and Robin, Brad's, were always cooking together or doing something, so the doors between the apartments were seldom closed unless a couple wanted some "alone time," if you know what I mean.
This is the story of our first joint sexual exploration. I will never forget the first time I took my wife to see a strip show. We had been married for less than a year, and neither of us was very sexually experienced when we got hitched. I ate her pussy from time to time-badly, though I didn't know it then-and she would no more suck my cock than eat a raw worm.
When I got home from work that Friday, Amy had our dinner waiting.
"Would you like to go out tonight, Steve?" she asked.
"Sure, babe. What did you have in mind?" I responded expecting her to mention a movie she wanted to see.
"Robin told me about a strip show at the Barn. I'd really like to see one," she said blushing. "The whole idea of it turns me on something fierce."
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"You won't have to twist my arm to get me to look at a naked woman. That's fine with me."
Robin and Brad were 20 and 21. Amy and I were 19 and 21. It was no surprise that Amy would want to go see something as exotic as a strip show in the company of a supportive friend like Robin. Robin was a petite woman, almost flat-chested, with long straight, dark hair. Brad was in construction as a junior apprentice carpenter, with huge muscles and a deep tan. His one fault was that he drank to excess. He never got mean, he just went to sleep.
At one time, I called myself "stocky," but the truth was that at 5'8" and 180 pounds, I was bordering on being fat. Luckily for me, most of it was in the chest, arms, and thighs, so it didn't look bad.
Amy was skinny with tits so big in proportion to all the rest of her that she looked like tits-on-a-stick with an explosion of blond hair on top as a decoration.
The four of us went to the Barn together. Brad tipped the doorman to get us a front table. I bought us a round of drinks, and then a second as they were watering the drinks more than usual.
The show started at 8:00. The manager made a big show of locking the door. Maybe it was so the police chief could save face, since he was sitting two tables behind us.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the manager began, "tonight we have some special entertainment for you. No one will be allowed to enter or leave and no more drinks will be served until after the show has ended, so grab your waitress while I'm still talking." He rambled on for a while to give the wait staff time to gather orders.
Brad quietly ordered another two rounds for our table.
"Remember, we like to provide you with the entertainment you want, so if you want more, applaud loudly enough for us to hear you." His next words were drowned out by the ovation. After a pause for quiet, he continued: "While we all like to think of ourselves as ladies and gentlemen, sometimes it's good to kick back and relax. Tonight, other than the locked door, there are NO rules. If you see it, and you like it, just applaud. If you DO it, and get applause, keep doing it; if you DON'T get any applause, stop.
"We are proud to present Miss April Fyre. Give her a big welcome and enjoy the show."
The applause went on for almost a minute until the house lights dimmed as the wait staff delivered their final drinks. Amy took hold of my arm, and nervously moved her fingers back and forth in the same place until I thought she might wear a hole in my shirt. I gently moved Amy's hand, and she downed one of her four drinks.
The music started from a scratchy record on a player. A spot light came on, focused on the face of an attractive redheaded woman of about 30. She was wearing a street-length jacketed gown of red velvet trimmed with white fur, long white gloves, and a matching red and white hat with a short veil. She twirled a feather boa as she strutted across the stage.
As our attention focused on Miss April, the room lights went from dim to off. My awareness stopped at the edge of the light, and I doubt Amy's went even that far from the dancer. There was a sense of privacy, as if the person next to you couldn't see what you were doing, and folks at the next table not only couldn't see, but wouldn't care.
During the first number, Miss April slowly removed her gloves, stroking her body with them, and tossing them out of the circle of light to stage left. She moved to the rhythm of the heavy beat, left, then right, dancing in a restrained way for the whole room. The veiled hat soon followed the gloves.
Amy was as mesmerized as anyone in the place. Amy tossed down her second drink in one gulp. As the lights went down when the tune ended, there was a roar of approval.
When the second song began, Miss April undid the top two buttons on her jacket and entered the audience for help with the rest. She leaned over our table to let Brad undo one and cop a quick feel of April's boobs. Robin gave him an elbow in the ribs with a laugh. Amy's breath was fast and shallow; she was rapt.
When the jacket was undone, April removed it and added it to the pile of gloves and hat. She danced back to our table and motioned for me to move my chair out. I did and she sat on my lap, facing Amy, wriggling her bottom in time to the music while I started to unzip her dress. She reached out and caressed Amy's face. Amy flushed with excitement, her eyes widening.
April blew her an air kiss and moved on. I brought my chair in closer to the table. Amy, sitting at my right side, leaned toward me, while still watching April.
"Shouldn't you keep your chair out in case she wants to come back?" she whispered. I shook my head "No." I really didn't want her or Robin to notice my erection.
April had worked her way to the police chief's table by the time she was almost out of the dress. She sat on his lap and wiggled until he was red in the face, then stood and reached down, massaging the obvious lump in his pants. The crowd applauded as she shook her fanny. The chief gave a sudden groan and lurched his crotch forward as the crowd roared its approval. The light dimmed as the song ended as if on cue.
Amy's widely opened eyes were bright with excitement as she watched April go back toward the stage in the dark. Amy reached out and touched April's arm as she passed us. April leaned down to hear Amy speak into her ear. She straightened with a smile and a nod and went up the stairs to the stage.
"What did you say?" I asked Amy.
"I invited her to join us after the show. We can talk and have some drinks."
Amy's hand fell off the table into my lap. She began stroking the length of my prick. Robin, sitting at my left, smiled a dirty little smirk as she watched. I looked her in the eye and smiled back. Brad was oblivious as he downed his third belt.
With the next number, April was back on stage wearing her boa over a corset, garter belt, panties, stockings, and high heeled black patent pumps. Amy couldn't take her eyes off April or her hand off my cock. Robin was trying to watch both. Brad got up to find the restroom.
April came down from the stage to find assistance in unsnapping her corset. Again, she motioned for me to move my chair, and resumed her seat on my lap. Her smile made it obvious she had noticed my erection.
"Goodness," she whispered in my ear, "did I do that to you? Or was it your wife?" I had no chance to reply. She leaned over to whisper in Amy's ear. She kept rubbing her butt across my engorged prick as she talked. Amy blushed and laughed, then hit my arm. I had the corset almost undone but April got up again. She turned her back on Amy and leaned way over to give me a deep tongue kiss while waving her ass in Amy's face. The crowd roared.
April moved on and I scooted my chair back in. Robin was sitting with her legs uncrossed, and I could almost see Heaven. Amy's hand went back to my prick, and this time, it was no accident. She was giving me a very slow hand job.
Robin was going cross-eyed trying to watch both Amy's hand on my cock and April.
April found another lap to sit on. She sat facing the man, humping her crotch against his, rubbing her corset-held boobs in his face. The audience roared for more. He put his arms around her, and while she gave him a kiss that went on forever, he took off the corset. A skimpy bra held her big tits from view. He kissed the top of each breast before he let her move to the next table.
April put her pump on the next man's groin and ordered him to unsnap her garters. He used both hands to do it right: Caress her thigh, touch her pussy and undo one of the four garter straps.
We all cheered, Amy as loud as anyone. She was squeezing my prick in time to the bump and grind of April's ass. Brad came back from the restroom. He took a pint bottle of whiskey from his coat pocket and refreshed all the drinks. Robin and Amy both downed one quickly. Brad had two.
April moved to a different man and let him roll down one stocking. He managed to rub her cunt before he got it off. She started to leave, grabbed his balding head and rubbed her pantie-clad pussy against it. We all cheered. Amy continued stroking my dick. Robin shifted her chair and spread her legs a bit more. I could now see the crotch of her panties and a few dark pubic hairs that had escaped. I found myself hoping that Brad would get so drunk I would have to help Robin put him to bed. And then, maybe I could help her to bed, too. What a hot little piece she was.
April danced her way back to our table. She raised her one stocking-clad leg and put her foot on the table in front of Amy. She smiled encouragement as Amy reached up to take off the stocking. The crowd applauded as Amy gently touched the inside of April's thigh, moved the back of her hand up to brush against April's twat, and started to roll down the stocking.
