Brent and Joan Evans had been longing to go on a vacation together for well over a year. Between their families, large circle of friends and demanding jobs, the two of them had all but forgotten what it was like to spend some quality time alone with each other. Finally though, opportunity fell upon them and they were both thrilled as they drove their rental car down the famous Strip in Las Vegas, Nevada.
"So, what to you want to do first?" Brent said to his wife of seven years. Glancing at her as they came to stop at a traffic light, he smiled as he had done countless times before, once again admiring her beauty. Despite these years together, he still couldn't believe how lucky he was to have such a gorgeous woman as his wife. An Asian-Anglo mix, her face was soft and breathtakingly beautiful; her subtle brown eyes highlighted by the way her silky black hair hung loosely around the sides of her face. As for her body, she had a sultry, petite build; one that, whenever they strolled down the beach near their home together, the sight of her in a bikini had induced hundreds of men to stare at her with deep lust in their eyes. However, physically speaking anyway, there was one more additional and very special trait his wife had that almost always made him forget about the rest---her smile; it was one that never failed to make his heart skip a beat.
Next to him, Joan was glancing back at her husband as she thought of the best way to answer his question. Before he asked however, she had been lost in thought thinking about their relationship. Whenever she looked back into their past, she could remember clearly how extremely handsome she thought Brent was the very first time she laid eyes on him. What made her fall in love with him though was the way he had never made her feel like an object, a prize or a possession as other men had treated her before. Even more, he had never failed to bring her back up whenever she was down; always provided encouragement whenever she needed it; supported her with any pursuit she wanted to make; made her feel secure; and, perhaps most importantly, had helped break her out of the protective shell that had been formed around her by her loving but often too controlling mother. The fact that Brent was ten years her senior was also a big plus because she had always felt more comfortable around older men, a result of her close relationship with her father she guessed.
Now though, she was heavily contemplating something that had been on her mind for almost a year. Away from life's demands back home, now she was free do something different, do something she hoped would not only be new, but exciting. Still debating the best way to broach this topic with her husband, Joan continued to remain silent as Brent started moving the car further down the Strip.
When Joan didn't respond to his question, Brent knew immediately from past experience that something was brewing in his wife's mind. Curious, he asked, "You're being quiet! What are you thinking so hard about?" After a brief pause, he then followed jokingly, "It can't be that serious! We're on vacation!"
Joan grinned knowing her husband was on to her as she said, "Well, there's several things, I just don't know what I want to do first! One thing, for sure, is I want to go to a really nice dinner with you. Two, I want to go shopping at the Forums in Caesars Palace. And three, when we get back to our hotel room later tonight, I want you to fuck me so you can give me a nice, strong orgasm!"
Brent laughed the second he heard her third choice. He loved it whenever she made such bold statements. He never tired hearing Joan telling him she wanted to "fuck". Hearing her say she wanted to "make love" was enjoyable, too. But, "fuck" always had that extra edge to it. Reflexively, simply hearing her say it often made his penis become erect, and it did then. However, he sensed she wasn't finished. Pushing her on, he said, "And, what's number four?"
Hearing this, Joan briefly bit down on her bottom lip, something she always did whenever she was anxious, nervous or excited. After taking in a guarded breath, for some strange reason concerned how Brent's response was going to be, she replied, "Well, I've been listening to some of the girls at work talking about how much they enjoy going to strip clubs with their husbands or friends. Hearing them talk about it the way they do has made me really curious what it's like and, well, I want you to take me to one so I can find out for myself!"
Before Joan was even finished, Brent's eyebrows were raised in deep surprise.
Okay, I wasn't expecting that
, he thought to himself.
Now, Joan was no saint, he knew that. Despite being the one and only man she had ever made love to and despite the strong inhibitions that had been ingrained in her from her Catholic upbringing, over the years he had seen how far Joan had broken away from the protective shell she was brought up in. During the last couple of years he thoroughly enjoyed how she had become much more open with her sexuality; how she responded more readily to fantasy or dirty talk in bed; very much enjoyed how she became more receptive to having sex in new positions or locations; admired how she had come to enjoy watching hardcore porn just as much, if not more, then he did.
However, despite these significant changes in regards to her sexuality over the years, one thing that had never changed was how much Joan wanted to keep this aspect of her life private, very much so. In addition to this, Joan was pretty shy until she got to know you. Because of these traits, Brent didn't think Joan could
ever
go into a place like a strip club.
Heck, she won't even go into the adult section of the video store we rent movies at
, he thought to himself even further. Sitting there, between this and the realization that Joan now actually wanted him to take her to a gentlemen's club was making him speechless.
"Are you mad?" From Brent's silence, Joan feared he might be.
"What? No! No! Not at all! I'm just very surprised, that's all!" After saying this, Brent needed to draw in a deep breath due to the effects of a sudden adrenaline rush. Despite the years they had been married, he still felt a twinge of excitement whenever he discussed anything related to sex with his wife. But, the rush he was feeling now was a lot more intense then what he had become accustomed to. As he drew in another deep breath, he felt like a thousand butterflies were bouncing around in his stomach.
"Did I upset you?" As she spoke, Joan was now thinking she should have kept her curiosity to herself.
"No! You didn't upset me at all!" Brent replied, tenderly squeezing his wife's thigh to emphasize his words.
Joan felt comforted by this. Before she could say anything further though, Brent asked, "So, what's got you so curious about going to a strip club?"
"It's only been a couple of times but whenever the girls talk about it, they always seem to put emphasis on how exciting and sexy it is. But emphasis on how much of a turn-on it is for them and their husbands or boyfriends. I just want to see what those places are really like inside and if they're as fun as they say they are!" As she spoke, Joan felt a lustful chill just thinking about it. Continuing, she added, "You've been in one! What did you think?"
"Well, it was a long time ago! I've been in one just once and that was when I was, like, twenty-two I think. Geez, sixteen years ago!"
"Did you like it?"
"I don't know. Well, I do remember I didn't think much of it because I knew I couldn't touch or play with any of the women, so why was I torturing myself. Plus, I was single at the time and I didn't have a way of relieving the tension that built up inside me that night the way I would have preferred." After a brief pause, Brent quickly added, "In hindsight though, I can see how some people would find it erotic or sexy!"
After saying this, both Joan and Brent sat silently, thinking. For Brent, he was not only still feeling the affects of being taken aback by Joan's new curiosity, he was beginning to wonder what else Joan had been hearing from her friends at work. Because of this, he had to ask, "Now you've got
me
really curious! Have you been thinking about maybe dancing in a strip club or something like that too, or are you just curious to see what it would be like inside?" As he said this, he knew Joan had a body and figure that could easily be placed in a magazine like Playboy, let alone displayed in gentleman's club working as an exotic dancer if she wanted to.
Shoot
, he thought to himself,
she would make a hell of a lot of money doing it if she ever did
.
Immediately confirming what he expected all along though, Joan replied, "No! No way! I would never dance in one! I'm just really curious, that's all! And, besides, we're in Vegas! I won't be paranoid about someone we know or some client of mine seeing me here!"
After a few seconds, barely believing he was actually saying it, barely believing what was happening, Brent said, "Okay! Let's go! It'll be fun! Besides, at least this time I know I'll be getting lucky afterward!"