I thought all my dreams had come true as my wife dragged me in to the strip club. We had been drinking a bit throughout the day, and she was certainly tipsy, but this was something out of the ordinary.
The place was pretty packed, not surprising for a Saturday night. There were a few girls around apart from the dancers, but not many. Certainly there were no single girls to be seen – not a surprise for any night.
We cruised around for a bit, before Jo decided we should take a seat near one of the stages. The girl dancing was a young Asian girl, quite slim, but as she stripped down her rather impressive breasts became evident – while not by any means huge, they were perhaps larger than one might have expected for a girl of her build, and proudly upstanding.
Jo asked what I thought of her. I replied that she was quite cute, and that I was pretty happy with her tits, but overall, I thought we'd see better tonight. Jo seemed pretty happy with that – we'd always been fairly open with each other, having met after both of us had played the field quite a bit.
We ordered drinks – the waitress was certainly more my type, and I watched her as she walked away to get our drinks. Good tight arse, but slightly more of her the dancer in front of us – not fat, just a less petite body type. Jo saw me watching.
"More your type?" she asked.
"More like you, so certainly more my type" I replied.
Jo smiled.
"I don't look anything like that, and you know it."
"Sweetie, you look just fine to me, and nobody is going to convince of anything different."
And it was true – sure, she probably carried a bit more on her hips and thighs than she might have liked, but it was still a damn good package as far as I was concerned.
We sat and watched the dancers for about 20 minutes, then Jo said we should have a wander around. The place was quite big, several levels and a few back corridors, so it took a bit of time. There was a lounge area near the back on the main level, where girls performed the basic lap dances...it was dark, but still quite public. Otherwise, there was upstairs. We'd made it there, but been politely invited back downstairs...invite only, from one of the entertainer. Obviously the serious work went on up there.
As we walked around, more than a few guys were checking Jo out. She had a pair of pants on which showed that her arse, though she denied it to me, was still nicely shaped. Her blouse was dark blue, a light satiny material. There were a couple of buttons undone, but nothing revealing...not that she was prudish, it was just a little cool outside. Overall, she looked very nice, and that was probably what was attracting the attention – some men want the slutty stripper look, but plenty also want somebody they could take home to mum, or at least take home!
Near the main stage was a pool table; Jo told me I should play a game or two, she would just sit back and watch the proceedings. I enjoy a hit, so I put my money down, and was soon on the table and winning. Jo asked if I wanted another drink, and I agreed. She came back with several shooters – apparently some guys at the bar had offered them to her, but hadn't been too impressed when she took them then told them she was with her husband! I asked whether she had caused trouble, but she told me they had left, after the bouncers heard them making a general fuss. So, nothing to worry about.
Jo downed two of the shooters, then took a seat nearer the stage. Before long, several guys had made space for her, and she was at the edge of the stage watching a buxom blonde performing. Although she professed no sexual desires towards women, when we had shared fantasies during sex she always wanted the women I introduced to have big tits. And here she was, face to face with a fairly impressive set of jugs. The guys had bought her another shooter, and she was showing the effects. She cheered and whistled as loud as the guys, and was rewarded with a little shimmy just for her.
She looked over to me, and I waved. She looked happy, she blew me a kiss, and I waved back. I wasn't worried, but I knew I should keep an eye on her just in case. Still, she'd be enjoying the attention; if my fantasy was the standard male fantasy, hers was definitely having sex with strangers. She didn't like it if I asked if she would actually do it, but with the alcohol floating around, there was always the chance she might give off the wrong vibe.
After about 20 more minutes, and a couple more games of pool, Jo left her seat with the boys and headed back over to me. I asked her if she has enjoyed herself with the boys. She smiled sheepishly.
"Yeah, it's nice to be appreciated by somebody different. Not that I don't like being appreciated by you...I hope you're going to appreciate me several times tonight."
She giggled, and continued.
"It's a good thing that you married me and took me away from this sort of thing – I could get myself in to soooo much trouble here."
She smiled at me again, and leant against me.
