For a while now, I have had a fantasy to share my wife Karen with a stranger. I haven't voiced my desires to her, but instead devised a bit of a plan to help the whole situation along, without my direct involvement.
Karen is a pretty, energetic girl. 28, standing about 5'4", she has 34B breasts, and usually wears between a size 4 and 6. Our love life has been rather plain, but there have been some hot patches here and there, usually around trips, booze, or something else to set her off. I decided that we would go to a strip club together, and see if I couldn't get the blood flowing again; and this time, not with me.
One Friday afternoon, as we got home from work, I came home, and announced that I wanted to go out and have somewhat of a more adult evening. We had been to the strip club together in the past, but not in a while.
At first, she was lukewarm on the idea at best, but as I worked her over a bit, massaging her breasts and rubbing her thighs, she began to "warm" to the idea.
We headed out for a night on the town. I in a sportjacket, and Karen, dressed in a thin green cocktail dress with an open back; skirt falling just short of her knees. A set of very tall tan heels finished off the outfit. Because of the backless dress, she really couldn't wear a bra, and at my request (and some cajoling) she decided not to wear any panties either. Feeling naughty and excited we headed out to a strip club that was about 20 miles away, and a few towns, so we could minimize any chance of seeing the neighbors.
Once we arrived, I pulled up to the front door to let Karen out as a light drizzle had started to fall. She said she would wait for me, but I told her to go ahead, and that I had a little twist on the evening. Raising her eyebrows to this, I told her that I wouldn't be buying her any drinks tonight, and that I relieved her purse of any cash she had.
If she wanted a drink, she would have to work for it. To play fair, I would give her a head start, and would wait in the parking lot for half an hour or so. No one wants to buy some guy's wife a drink, so looking single would up her chances. To this, she became playfully annoyed with me, saying I was going to pay for this one. She got out of the car, and strutted up to the smoke glass door, and vanished inside, without so much as a glance back at me.
After parking the car, I started to get very excited wondering what she was up to. Was she sitting quietly alone, was there a good crowd inside, was she fending off a creep?? All I knew was it was Friday night, she was sober, and I know she didn't want to stay that way.
30 minutes is an eternity when you stare at the little LCD clock on your car radio. Excitement, nervous tension, apprehension, all swirled in my head as the time ticked away. Once a half an hour passed, I strolled into the club as best I could (my mind was telling me to sprint) to make it seem as though I was just another patron. I paid the $10 cover, thinking to myself Karen got the better of that deal, and wandered into the main room of the club.
The lights were dim, but I was able to see most of the room. A quick glance around didn't reveal Karen at one of the many stage tables, or at the bar, but a closer look found her standing just off to the backside of one of the bars, with 2 or three guys sitting and standing near her.
Drink in hand, it seems that she had accomplished her mission, and rather easily. I took a seat at one of the small tables, ordered a drink, and positioned myself so I could see both the stage, and the show going on just beyond the stage as well. I was much too far away to hear what was going on, but from the body language, it was fairly plain to see that the group of men around her were complimenting her on the outfit she chose, catching as much of a glimpse as they could. One going even so far as putting his hands on her waist, feigning interest in the feel of the material. Karen seemed to be taking to the attention better than I had anticipated, and despite her wallflower tendencies, seemed to be the center of their attention.
A few minutes went by, and Karen noticed me sitting at the table. I nodded lightly to let her know that I saw her, and motioned for her to come over and sit down, but all I got in return was a somewhat sassy shake of the head, and a gesture that she wanted another drink. So, with that, she continued to walk across to the other side of the bar and sat down, leaving a few seats open on either side of her. She finished the last sips of her Rum and Coke, slid the empty glass across the bar, and demurely looked around to scope out the crowd.
Not too far away, I could see a man looking at her. Tall, maybe in his mid to late 30's, he was dressed well and seemed to be with a few other guys. Watching this unfold was great for me, like watching animals stalk prey on TV. He excused himself to get another round of drinks and made his way directly over to my wife. She hadn't seen any of this, and didnt see him until the last minute, when he was right next to her. I could tell she was impressed, and almost did a double take right there. He started to chat with her, and before long, I could see another drink slide her way, as well as the new guy settle into a seat next to her.
For a few minutes, they chatted, each leaning into the others ear to talk over the loud music. His arm was on her chair, her foot resting on his chair. I saw him brush his arm down her leg a few times, casually as he could, gauging her reaction, and with each brush, he lingered a bit more, getting just a bit more comfortable. Another drink slid over to her.
Just then, a stripper walked over to me, and asked if I wanted a dance. I replied that I was all set, and just as she was about to leave, I called her back over to me.
"You know, I'm not up for a dance, but I bet you the girl at the bar is..." I said.
"Really, why would you say that?" she replied.
