It was a typical Friday night, the four of us playing poker. Our wives had decided a year or so ago to have a girl's night out while we got rowdy, drank, and told dirty jokes.
During tonight's game the subject came up as to how our marriages were doing. I was the first to mention that my sex life had dwindled to one night a week, usually Wednesday or Thursday. The best I could describe our newfound sex was a piece of meat lying there for me to dispose of a week's worth of pent-up cum. No emotions, no foreplay, and she no longer had orgasms. It's been like fucking a five-dollar whore. Every one face lit up with surprise, and they all had similar stories.
We all said fuck the game, and we should go to a strip club just over the state line. The state never pushed the law about prostitution and nude dancing in clubs as long as the owners checked everyone's ID to make sure there were no minors admitted. We all met up back at my house after the other three went home to shit shower and shave.
When we got to the club, the bouncer told us that if we wanted, we could purchase a mask or rent a character's mask for ten dollars. We opted for the character's mask. He took us to a room that had all kinds of masks. I chose a gorilla mask.
We entered the club and stood along the back wall to see what the club had to offer. When the next set of four dancers took the stage, we all got the surprise of our lives. The four MILF's on stage were our wives. They started dressed in cocktail dresses and danced down the stage. They would stop and take tips from the men or women in front of them. My wife spent a while squatting in front of a couple. She would open and close her legs as the woman looked up her dress. When she stood, the woman handed her a twenty. All four met at center stage at the end of the first song, and they pulled the other's zipper on the dress down. They paired up and had a long, passionate kiss as they slipped the other women's dress off of them to the cheers of the crowd's approval of the action.
