I can't explain what happened any more than I can make it rain. One day I'm a heterosexual male with a sexy wife and the next day finds me on my knees. This is my story...
Cindy, my wife and I lived in a suburban area just outside of Washington, DC. One day she came home with news that a strip joint was opening up near our home. "You have to take me Johnnie. I've never been to one of those places."
Being red blooded male I couldn't refuse her request. "When do you want to go?"
"Friday night Johnnie. The place should be jumping that night. You know, pay day and all those horny guys with money to spend."
"Sounds like a plan Cin."
We spent the remaining couple of days as usual. Working, dinner, laundry, fucking. Cin was always sexual and sexually active. She shared some of her exploits with me and hearing about her adventures with other men and some lucky couples always made my dick hard. So her wanting to go to a strip joint wasn't really a surprise to me.
Friday after work we had a quick bite of Chinese take out and it was off to the strip joint. The Star Lite was in an older building on the periphery of the local college campus. When we got there parking was at a premium. We ended up walking a couple blocks after finally locating an open spot.
The place was packed. Every table was taken and there was only one stool open at the bar. I led Cin to the bar stool and stood beside her as we ordered draft beers and watched the dancer. She moved to the rhythm of beat as she removed her negligee top and bared her breasts. Guys howled like they'd never seen titties before.
As she shimmied out of her panties giving the crowd of men a great view of her ass Cindy continued her critical review. "I admit she has a nice ass but all those tattoos sort of ruin it for me. The rules say she has to have something on below her waist Johnnie. That's why she wears that tacky little garter."
I watched as the young lady pirouetted about making sure her anus and pussy were visible to all. It's true that I was watching intently, I was not turned on in the least. Whether she could dance or not wasn't the problem. Her act was all cliché`. Pole hugging, semi-splits, boob bouncing, it's the same old boring stuff that's you can see on any R rated cop movie on cable TV.
"She can't dance a bit Johnnie. Look at her. That's not dancing. That's floor exercises. I can do better than that."
"Uh huh," I said still watching the dancer and not really paying too much attention to my bride.
We sipped our beers and another and another. We were just about to leave when the DJ announced, "don't forget folks. Tomorrow night is amateur night. $500. to the winner. Ya all bring your ladies."
"We're definitely coming back for that tomorrow Johnnie."
Well Saturday night was interesting. Cin was critiquing each dancer/stripper and kept telling me she could do better.
"How do you know that Cin? Have you ever stripped before?"
"No but I took dance lessons for 4 years in my teens."
"Yeah but those ladies are taking off their clothes too. Think you could show every one here your nude body?"
"It's only dancing Johnnie and besides it might be a turn on for both of us. And shit, for $500. I'd let the Pope see my pussy."
I laughed at that and told her I bet she'd chicken out. "I mean it's totally nude Cin. Not like your bikini at the beach. Your bush and ass would be seen by every one. Men would want to fuck you even if you didn't dance well."
"Not dance well? Me? Fuck you Johnnie," she said jokingly. "I'll show you."
The following amateur night I waited patiently while Cin prepared to go to the Star Lite. We'd been back more than once and I have to admit I was excited to see my sexy wife strip in front of all those horny guys. Let me be more clear on that. If Cin wanted to be seen in the nude who was I to stop her? Any protest from me would only have solidified her resolve. And yes I admit it. I liked it when guys would ogle her. That was positive reinforcement for me that I'd chosen a sexy lady.
When she appeared I was surprised. She looked like an elementary school teacher. She wore a green and blue plaid skirt that went to her knees. Her blouse was white and buttoned all the way up. Over that she wore a navy blue blazer. She wore boots that went almost to her knees. On top of that conservative outfit she was wearing glasses. I'd never seen her wear glasses before. Also not seen before was the bun she wore her hair in.
Usually shoulder length it surprised me to see her wearing up in such a tight bun.
"Why the glasses Cin? You in disguise or something?"
"They're fake. But they do complete the look don't they?"
I had to admit that my wife did not look like the other amateurs we'd seen. I mean they all had worn mini skirts and see-thru blouses, stuff like that. Cin was setting a trend at the Star Lite.
The place was crammed with people when we arrived. Cin went back stage to get her draw and to sign that she received the rules. This was to protect the club in the event that one of the contestants went over the line.
Joining me Cin told me she was slotted for the last place. "I'm number 4 Johnnie. And look at these rules. We have to wear something below our waists and no penetration. The manager said we could lick our nipples but no taking them into our mouths. Funny huh?"
We watched the first lady strut onto the stage to a round of applause. "She's pretty stacked Cin. She could win on that alone."
Cin just smiled and said, "we'll see."
Contestant 1 strutted around removing her clothing and wearing the approved garter made certain that us guys noticed her huge titties. She did as a matter of fact lick those big nipples.
After the music ended the DJ asked us in the audience for a round of applause as a way of voting.
There was a lot of clapping and you knew who her man friend/partner was because he was urging the crowd to clap louder and longer.
I looked at Cin to see if she'd been intimidated. She had a smug smile on her face. A look that said she wasn't worried about the competition.
The next 2 contestants were much the same. "See," Cin told me. "No imagination. I got this." With that she left to go back stage to prepare.
"Our 4th and final contestant is Cindy. Now gentlemen, let's not us judge a book by it's cover." The DJ snickered. Apparently he was not keen on Cin's choice of clothing.
As the song "Betty Davis Eyes" began Cin strolled onto the stage looking for all like a lost school teacher on a tour. There was a negative murmur throughout the room. Like me these guys thought she was out of place.
Eyeing the crowd Cin began to move in time with the music. Slowly her movements became dance steps and it was apparent to me at least that she could indeed dance. Bumping and grinding to the beat Cin was bringing the crowd to her side.
30 seconds in and Cin loosened the bun and let her hair down. Shaking her hair out Cin tossed her blazer and began to unbutton her blouse. Leaving it unbuttoned but still hiding her boobs Cin twirled and spun allowing the garment to open and flash the guys. She was not wearing a bra. This continued as she unfastened her skirt. There was something in her eyes that told me she was getting turned on.
The skirt slid down her legs and she stepped out revealing a red French cut bikini panty. A nifty dance move allowed her blouse to fall away as if by magic and she was grinding and high kicking in her panties thigh high hose and boots.
When she tore away her panties in a violent rip and tossed them into the crowd things began to heat up.
I was surprised to see Cin had completely shaved her pussy. The other 3 contestants all had landing strips if you will. Cin's pussy was there for all to see and I could tell by the shining that she was wet.
Making eye contact with the guys in the audience Cin began to feel herself up. One hand caressed her breasts, her other hand went to her pussy. Head back, her back arched, legs spread, Cin moved to the music and played with herself diddling her clit.
All hell broke loose when Cin bent over, her ass to the crowd and looking at them from between her legs, her breasts hanging down continued to play with her pussy. Her moisture was clearly visible to all at this stage of her routine.
Turning and smiling at me Cin dropped to the stage on her back. Feet planted flat, knees spread, her hips raised, Cin continued diddling her clit as we all watched fascinated.
