Things really do start small and well, I suppose mighty oaks really do grow from little acorns. What started it was a billboard that we pass when I'm taking my wife, Deb into work. You know the sort of thing you pass them and glance at them everyday.
I'm not even sure what this one was advertising however it certainly caught my attention as it had around 25 squares each with a naked bottom in it. They were male and female and all black and white. I pointed it out to Deb and we had a giggle about it as we were stuck in the usual rush hour traffic.
"I wish my bum was up there." She giggled. I pretended to be shocked and replied,
"What? Show your arse in public, where anyone could see."
"Well no one would know it was me, so why not?" She said, quite reasonably. The conversation progressed as we inched along the road. Of course I teased her wondering just how far she reckoned she would go.
By the time were were close to her work I was asking,
"So you'd happily go naked in front of a group of strangers?"
"I'd love to be naked in front of a group of strangers." She said. She gave me a naughty smile and a peck on the cheek and she was out the door and off to her office.
Deb has always been a bit of an exhibitionist. She has always gone topless on holiday without any qualms. She will often go braless (which my friends love and always seem to notice). She likes tight jeans and short skirts and she loves the effect her body can have on men.
At this time she was 35, a size 10/12 with long brown hair, she has what I suppose is a voluptuous, curvaceous figure. She has quite wide hips that give her a big, curvy bum, a slim waist and 44DD boobs, that I adore. She has sensitive, thick nipples at the centre of large pink aureoles. She is only 5'4 but has shapely legs and the icing on the cake is her face, she is extremely pretty. With large innocent eyes, sharp cheek bones and a sexy smile.
I love seeing her naked but I didn't for a moment think she meant what she'd said in the car about wanting strangers to see her charms.
That was when fate took a hand. A couple of weeks after the conversation Deb and I had in the car, I was out having a beer with my oldest friend John. I must point out at this point that I'm not much of a drinker, unlike John and so I was pretty drunk while he still seemed quite sober. He was telling me that he was looking like getting a promotion at work.
His boss was retiring and he was favorite to take his place. The fly in the ointment was as John was closest with his boss, he'd been charged with sorting out the leaving party. John works for a building firm and so the party would be all men. There was a secretary but apparently she had already cried off as the boys had been to rowdy for her last time they had a night out.
"What do I know about organising a party?" John moaned
"Easy. Take them to a boozer get them all pissed. Job done." I told him.
"That what I thought. Now they all want a stripper. Where the fuck do you get a stripper?" He said. John told me he'd phoned round a few agencies but they all thought he was some sort of pervert. Which had me laughing. Now a sober me would not have suggested what I did,
"You should ask Deb." I said.
Of course he thought I was joking but in my inebriated state I persisted and I even told him to come back to our house and talk to her about it. Well he looked dubious. I don't blame him. He'd known Deb nearly as long as I had. Well over ten years and I knew he had had a long term crush on her. Now I was suggesting he say to her "Hey Deb how do you fancy being a stripper? Love to see your tits!"
Back at our house I told Deb John had something to ask her. He blamed me of course and apologised for asking and then he explained the situation and that he needed a stripper and that I had suggested her. She looked me with daggers in her eyes.
"What made you think I do it?" She asked me
"Well in the car the other week you said you'd love to be naked in front of a room full of strangers." I responded with my drunken logic. She thought about what I'd said then replied,
"What I meant was...well I mean...er...John isn't a stranger."
"So if he stepped out of the room while you performed you'd do it?" I asked, more to tease her than be serious.
She was thinking now and so I continued,
"After all you do all those keep fit, dance classes, you'd easily be able to pull it off."
She was quite. John had been silent up to this point but then he said,
"You'd be doing me a real favour Deb. I'd really owe you one."
She still looked dubious and finally said,
"Look, I'll think about it and tell you tomorrow, now I'm off to bed."
The following day was Sunday and slightly hung over I slept in. Truthfully I'd forgotten about the previous evenings conversation. When Deb had gone to bed I assumed that was her way of saying no without losing face. She brought a couple of coffees to bed and snuggled in beside me. It was she who brought up the subject of stripping.
"We're you two idiots serious last night?" She said.
"About what?" I responded, playing dumb
"About me stripping for a room full of guys, you dick." She said, with mock exasperation.
"Oh that. Don't worry babe it was just the beer talking. I never really thought you'd do something like that." I told her.
"Well that's a shame, 'cause I've decided to do it." She said
She went on to explain that when she had gone to bed she had ended up thinking about the whole scenario. Her naked, controlling a room full of men and the idea had turned her on no end. She had actually ended up masturbating as she thought about it while I saw John into a taxi downstairs. Well I have to admit I was shocked and somewhat surprised at her decision. But I let her call John and tell him the news.
She would be his stripper, However she insisted that she got paid, he bought her outfits and she would only go topless with a g-string to cover her modesty. No one would be seeing her pussy. John readily agreed and the time and place were set. I did notice that she hadn't told him that he couldn't watch. So it looked like my friend would be getting a look at my wife's goodies.
Once she had agreed there was no backing down and she spend hours rehearsing her performance for me. She would be doing two strips. Each lasting two songs. By the time the night was approaching she knew to a tee when her blouse would be gone, her skirt and she would only remove her bra for the last 10 seconds or so. Even so a whole group of strange men and my oldest friend would be getting to see her tits.
I suppose I should tell you this was quite a way out of Deb's comfort zone. In day to day life shes a legal secretary at a large firm of solicitors. So the idea of her stripping for a group of baying builders is really not what you'd expect from her. At work she dresses soberly in a business suit. I sometimes wonder if dressing slutty at the weekend is her way of rebelling. But stripping? Even on the way to the venue I didn't really believe she would do it.
I was along as her minder. Me as a minder had me smiling, what I would do with a room full of burly builders I have no idea. Still the plan was for me to stand looking grim in the hopes it stopped them groping her tits.
I have to say I was excited by the whole idea. Deb had virtually been on heat for the week before this and I don't know when we'd fucked so much. She was clearly turned on and excited by the whole idea. Now though it was time to put up or shut up and neither of us really knew what to expect.
The venue was the function room above a pub and Deb had been given the upstairs ladies loo as a dressing room. There was a low, tiny stage where the guys were doing karaoke as we went in and a small wooden dance floor. I was in charge of her music as well as being the worlds worst minder.
There were about 15 guys in the room and they ranged from 18 year old apprentices to men in their mid fifties. It looked like they had had a bit of a session already, as quite a few of them looked pretty drunk.
While Deb was changing into her first outfit John introduced me to his boss, James. He may have been retiring but he was only fifty five and looked fit and tanned. When I spoke to John alone he was shaking with excitement. I knew he'd always fancied Deb now this was his chance to see her virtually naked. There was no way he'd miss this and no way he'd be leaving the room. However he would be the only man there who knew the stripper and knew the stripper was my wife.
I got a buzz on my phone telling me that Deb was ready and with shaking hands and knocking knees I introduced her to the room,
"Gentlemen, please put your hands together and welcome the lovely, Candy!"
We'd decided on Candy as a stage name and it suited her and gave her someone else to become. Deb was a well behaved wife, Candy was a naughty stripper. I started the music and Deb appeared. She was dressed as a police woman, including holding a short, phallic looking truncheon.
Something she hadn't considered when she'd agreed to do this was camera phones. Sure enough as soon as she appeared several men took out there phones and pictures and video was being taken. It was too late to back out now though.
She danced and shook her ass through the first song, taking off her tunic and checkered cravat, then unbuttoning her blouse. It gaped and her bra covered breasts were being flashed. Deb was enjoying herself but she was stripping faster than in rehearsal. Before the end of the first song she was down to her bra, g-string and stockings.
