Marcy and Rodgers' strip club adventure
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Tag lines: Girl on Girl, Man sucking cock, Wife stripping at clubs, Hotwife, wife sharing. If you do not like any of these things, say good night Gracy and move on to another story, You have been forewarned.
This story is about a trip to a strip club on my husband's 45th birthday. It occurred in March of 1973 on Thursday night, the night before his birthday. It was before the advent of cell phones. Before we left that evening, I was not the outgoing, sexual woman I have grown to be today; that night changed my life in a very good way for all involved going forward.
A little backstory about me: my name is Marcy, and I was, at the time, A 45-year-old woman who thought I had lost all my sexual appeal (Don't all women think that once we pass 40?), but my husband always had told me otherwise. I thought I was frumpy even though I worked out regularly, including yoga, running, and cycling. I was a cheerleader and fit back in college. I continued my fitness routine after leaving college and can still do splits. Doing yoga helped me a lot to stay very flexible.
My husband always told me I was still as beautiful as the day we met. But for some reason, like most women, I never felt that way. I thought that was something a husband had to tell his wife to make them feel good about themselves. Little did I know that I would find out that night that he was not just saying it to make me feel good about myself.
At the time, I never showed any sexuality except toward my husband in the bedroom. In the bed, I was a freak between the sheets, doing almost anything to please him. We even watched porn and recreated what the actors and actresses were doing in the movies. I have to say those were some very steamy nights. The raw sex would flow over for weeks to come.
We also regularly acted out my husband's fantasies; he had many of them. One that came up often, he would tell me I should go out and find a man to have sex with. I might find out I was missing out on something, and afterward, I should come home and tell him all the juicy details. I always blew off that suggestion.
So, we came to the night I took him out to celebrate turning 45 years old. I bought a new outfit for the occasion. I would never have worn it out in public, but for this night, I wanted to be the center of his world. I wanted everyone to notice my sexy husband. To do it, I had to draw attention to myself.
It started with a very sheer black button-up blouse that was almost see-through. I paired it with a short, flared black skirt that came well above my knees and barely covered my silk stocking and garter belt while standing. It also had a five-inch slit on each side that showed the satin straps of my garter belt.
My large 38-C breasts still have very little to no sag because I never had children, but they have a slight jiggle that attracts a man's attention.
So, at the last minute, I decided to give him even more of a thrill and not wear a bra, letting my breast and nipples be seen by all that wanted to see them. You could faintly see my breast's outline in ambient light, but in the right light, they were visible. The thought of being naughty kept my nipples hard and my panties damp.
I did not want Roger to see me dressed until I got to the restaurant, so I took a cab. I had to scold the cab driver several times to keep his eyes on the road. Rodgers, jaw dropped as I walked into the bar area where we had to wait for our table. The place went quiet. I felt that every man prayed that I would walk up to them. Everything returned to normal once I walked up to Rodger and kissed him.
At one point, Rodger told me all the men in the restaurant were checking me out. I told him, "Stop it; you're just saying that."
Then I noticed servers and some other men in the restaurant walking out of the way to pass by our table, paying attention to me and checking out my breast. This made me very proud of myself, and my nipples got hard as diamonds and stood out like bullets poking out of the very thin material, giving them more of a show.
We had received two bottles of wine from admirers in the restaurant; I guess they wanted to keep walking by our table, catching glimpses of my nipples or the tops of my stockings because, at this point, if they wanted to see a sexy woman, I was going to oblige.
I was feeling the effects of the wine, so while drinking bottle number two, I unbuttoned a couple of buttons and let some more of my cleavage show. When men would walk out of the way, I would tweak my nipples while they watched me. I enjoyed the attention and was proud of myself, and I noticed many bulges in the men's pants, plus my panties were getting very damp. Some of the wives were throwing daggers with their eyes.
The wine was affecting me, and I was getting braver. When a waiter was pouring a glass of water for a man across from us, he was paying more attention to me than what he was doing. I unbuttoned a third button and spread the blouse open so you could see my areola with the rock-hard nipples standing tall. He overpoured the glass and spilled the whole water pitcher over the table, getting the man, and his wife covered in the cold liquid. The wife caused a large disturbance, screaming and yelling at both men, calling them perverts and me a floozy.
When I went up to the owner to pay our bill, he pulled me off to the side in a hallway and told me if I showed him my tits, he would comp the $75 meal. At first, I did not want to, but I thought, what the fuck, maybe just maybe I was still appealing to men. I told him not here in the open, so we went into his office, and he locked the door, and I opened my blouse so he could get a good close-up look.
Then I got brave and told him if he also tipped the waiter, he could touch them. He raised his hand and played with my breast, and pinched the nipples until he made a grunting sound, and I noticed that he had cum in his pants. I left that restaurant a very proud and now confident woman and realized that what Rodger had been telling me about still being beautiful and sexy was true.
On the way home, we passed a club that was having a reopening. There was a crowd out front, and there was a sign that said.
"UNDER NEW "FEMALE" MANAGEMENT"
"WOMEN AND COUPLES ARE ENCOURAGED TO JOIN US AND ARE MORE THAN WELCOME."
I suggested we stop for a drink.
My husband asked me, "Are you sure? You know it's a strip club, Right?"
"Yes, I know, and I'm sure I can get you a lap dance for your birthday."
We went around the block and pulled into the parking lot. The bouncer working the rope line called us to the front of the line because the new management wanted to bring more women into the club.
We went in, and a young girl named Joe sat us at a table and took our drink order.
When she returned, I asked her, "Can I get a lap dance for my husband? It's his birthday."
She asked, "Will you be joining him?"
All my wine overtook me, and I said, "Yes, that sounds like fun. I would enjoy watching my husband have a good time, but I want it to be special, you know what I mean." I winked at her.
She sat down, straddling his lap with her legs dangling over Rodgers' legs. She looked at him and gave him a big, wet kiss. She said, "Happy Birthday, Hun." Rodger's hands were on her sides, and he moved them up to see if he could cop a feel of her nice B-cup tits. She let him touch them briefly, then reached down, gave his cock a little squeeze, and got up.
Then she sat on my lap; her dress had ridden up very high; my hand was on her bare leg, and she moved it up and under her dress; then she started kissing my neck and licking the back of my ear. To this day, I still don't know why, but I moved my hand further up her dress as she caressed my breast. I felt a chill run through my body as I touched her smooth damp panties. I realized this was the first time I touched a girl intimately.
"Wow, this is very forward of you, my dear," I said as I pushed the silky material inside her slit,
Joe answered, sounding like she was moaning, "Mmm, Yes, it is Mrs. Robinson."
"I am checking to ensure you two are not vice cops. They come in disguised as a couple and try to bust us. But if someone intimately touches us and lets us touch them back, they pass our LOE check."
She got up and said, "Let me go find someone for his dance. Accept unless you want to have one with him; that can also be arranged."
Rodger chimed right in and said, "Yes, that would be a fantastic birthday gift for me, Marcy."
She left, saying, "I'll be right back to get you after I make the arrangements," as she walked away, shaking her sexy ass at us.
A little while later, a stunning redhead and a man came over and asked us if everything was ok and if we were enjoying their new club. Joe walked up and told them we were interested in a couples lap dance for her husband's birthday gift. I'm trying to find two free girls, but it has been hard with how busy we are.
The gorgeous woman spoke, "Hi, I'm Mindy, and this is Steve. We would be happy to make your birthday wish come true; give me your credit card, and I will leave it at the bar, and you can come with us, that is, if you don't mind Steve doing your lap dance, Miss," as she looked into my eyes.
Rodger went for his wallet, and I told him, "No, sweetheart, this is my birthday gift to you," I pulled my credit card out of my purse and handed it to her.
They had us follow them into the office, and we made small talk until a song started. Mindy told us, "There is more room here than in our VIP rooms, and they are quite busy. I hope you don't mind?"
Rodger sat on the couch and said, "I want to change things. We will pay for dances from the two of you, but I want you two to concentrate on her while I watch her enjoy herself. Is that a problem?"
Mindy asked because I looked surprised, "Is that OK with you, Miss?"
I looked over at Rodger, and I could see in his eyes that he wanted this. It was one of his bucket list fantasies that we talked about while we had sex all the time; it was of me being with a man and a woman having sex. He had always talked about me going out on a date with a man or a couple and then coming home and telling him about it with all the juicy details. This way, he could watch them ravish me.
That night, I had too much liquid courage, so I said, "I'm fine with living out one of your fantasies this one time, but I don't think it will be a regular thing."
Mindy bent over and opened Rodger's pants, pulled his cock out, and said, "I don't want your friend to get cramped in there while you watch me with this gorgeous woman of yours."
