"Do you really have to go out now, Den?" said Janet, her lips forming into a sullen pout, "can't you stay home just this once? I could make it worth your while!" She playfully lifted her short skirt, giving her husband a quick glimpse of her black lace panties and creamy white thighs.
"Oh, Janet!, you know I always go out for a quick beer on a Sunday lunchtime. It's like a religion! It's one of the few times all the guys can get together these days."
Dennis had to admit, the sight of his wife's panty covered crotch rarely failed to get his blood pumping. But he had to be strong. He could see that Janet was feeling sexy, and in this mood, if she got her way, he wouldn't see the inside of his local pub until next week.
"I'll be back before you know it baby!" he said as he slipped his jacket on and made a movement towards the front door. His wife, though, was not about to give up so easily.
"Fine! I'll come with you then!"
In a near panic, Den searched his mind for an excuse for her not to join him, but he was a blank.
"You won't enjoy it much, it's just a bunch us guy's talking and drinking", he said somewhat lamely. But his wife seemed to have made up her mind and was already searching for her coat. He briefly thought about agreeing with her initial demand and dragging her back up to the bedroom for a good session of sex, but he thought that would be too obvious. There really was nothing he could do to stop her now!
Janet had not bothered to change out of her short skirt and thin halter top, and as they entered the dark pub, a few heads turned to look at her. Den could hardly blame them. At thirty four, his wife was still a great looker. Her blonde hair framed a heart shaped face and tumbled over her shoulders in wispy curls. Her legs were long and slender, an extra two inches added to her height with the heeled sandals that she wore and the halter top did little to conceal the ample charms of her breasts. He felt proud when other men looked at her.
Dennis ordered drinks for them both and then led her to a table where a bunch of other men were already sitting and drinking.
"What's this, Den?" said one of the men as they both sat, "brought wifey along today have you?" A ripple of laughter floated around the table as Dennis mumbled something about having little choice in the matter.
"You all know Janet, I think? - Janet these are the guys!" Brief hello's were spoken as the conversation continued as it had done before Den and Janet had arrived.
Dennis bristled with pride as each of the men around the table tried to sneak quick glances at Janet's boobs through the low cut top that she wore. Perhaps this wouldn't be too bad, he thought, it was kind of fun watching as his friends surreptitiously ogled his wife. He placed a hand gently on her knee underneath the table and squeezed it playfully, but when Janet opened her legs slightly to allow him further access, he realised that she was still in a horny mood!
Although this action came as a bit of a shock to him, Dennis was quite relieved. The lunchtime entertainment was about to start, and he still wasn't really sure how his wife would react to it. Janet was no prude, that much he knew for certain, but he wondered what her reaction would be when she saw the lunchtime stripper begin her act.
The lights in the main body of the pub suddenly dimmed and an eerie silence fell. A spotlight illuminated the small dingy stage and Janet could see wispy cigarette smoke as it snaked its way up through the beam.
"What's happening?" she whispered to her husband.
"Shhh....just wait, you'll see!"
A low rock beat could suddenly be heard through the wall speakers. It was loud and the bass turned way up. Janet thought that she recognised the music, but with the volume as high as it was, she couldn't be sure. The guitars and drums gradually increased in tempo and as the music reached a frenzied crescendo, a tall, scantily dressed woman danced onto the stage amid cheers and whistles from the audience.
"A stripper!" Janet now had to shout in Den's ear to be heard. "You didn't tell me you came to watch strippers!"
"It's a Sunday ritual," Dennis shouted his reply, "We can go if you want?"
God! No way! This I want to see for myself."
The whistling and cheering lulled to a dull roar as the dancer began her routine. Janet looked around her. The pub wasn't at all busy and she could see that, apart from the woman on the stage, she was the only other female in the room. The few men that were there, all had their eyes firmly fixed on the stage, and Janet now also returned her eyes to that focal point. The shock of what was happening had now disappeared and she settled herself back in her chair to watch the show. Janet smile to herself as she watched the girl perform. She looked a bit bored and, although she might once have been an adequate dancer, her movements now seemed stunted and contrived.
"She's not all that great, is she?" Janet shouted at her husband.