My wife likes to experiment in strip clubs and play dangerous games. This is one of her stories.
"Get over here Ho."
My wife walked over to the strip club manager. She had just finished a shift dancing. It was her second night. She had entered an amateur contest the night before and first prize was a hundred dollars and a job if she wanted it. I watched her walk, her head down, her blonde hair matted and sweaty from a hard night dancing, her ass shaking in gold shorts way too tight, and thought of how she got herself into this mess which was rapidly taking over her life. As my wife walked over on her six inch heels, I could see that there was both fear and excitement in her eyes. It seemed like the worse she got treated in the strip club, the more turned on she got.
My wife was a corporate attorney for a large corporation in the next city over. For months she had been confiding in me about how the thought of being a low class stripper had turned her on. She was 42 and we had been married ten years and I could sense she was getting bored. She still had a great figure, but her ass had gotten a bit bigger and her breasts hung down a bit more then they used to, but that just made it more fun to play with them. She was 5'10 and had long legs and always turned heads when we went out.
After several weeks of pleading with me, I had located a small club on the outskirts of a blue collar working class town nearby, and we had agreed to go separately. I dropped her off about a block away and then I went in to the club, called The DucesXXX and had a drink at the bar. About ten minutes later my wife walked in and spoke with a manager at the door and then went into the back. About a half hour later the lights were dimmed and spots lights started flashing as they announced the start of the amateur contest. It wasn't really a contest, with a few new strippers and one drunk girl from the audience whose boyfriend pushed her on stage to dance and strip, and my wife.
What set my wife apart from everyone else was that she was older then the strippers in the club at 42, had the biggest breasts by far- 40's, and blond hair that hung just below her shoulders. After she finished dancing the audience voted by chanting "milf! Milf! Milf!" and the manager gave her the cash.
I left the club about an half hour later and then met my wife a block away. She was walking down the street in a way too tight pair of gold spandex shorts and a t-top shirt barely containing her big breasts. Several cars honked as she walked, her ass swaying as she struggled to walk in her high heels. As one car honked I saw her walk a bit slower and seductively shake her ass side to side. The car pulled over and my wife walked over to the passenger's side window. She leaned into the car, her ass slowly shifting from side to side. At one point I saw a big hand come out and grab an ass cheek. My wife did nothing to stop it and for a few minutes she continued to talk while the big hand massaged her ass cheek.
Eventually my wife leaned back from the window and I saw her quickly put one of her tits back into her shirt. Then she waked away, although the way she exaggerated her walk by shaking her ass actually made the phrase "sashay away" a better description of how she walked. The car sped off and my wife saw me and hopped into the car and was chatting a mile a minute. She was so turned on by dancing for strangers. And the club manager really wanted her to dance regular shifts. The racial mixup of the club was about half white and half black but they didn't get many older white women, especially ones with big tits. "Manny, the manager, things there will be a big demand for a milf with big tits!" my wife said.
"Who was in that car?" I asked.
"Oh, just some of the guys that work security. They wanted to make sure I was ok, and they really want me back tomorrow. They said we can all make a lot of money."
Later that night after we had had sex, my wife started talking to me.
"Honey, this is a rough club. If I dance, I will get hit on a lot. And at times I may have to give in a little." Before I could say anything, my wife continued "But I really really want to do this. Being a slut and whore has always been my fantasy. And now I can make it come true. It will just be for a short time. Please say yes."
I said yes.
Michelle then proceeded to tell me how it worked at the club. She would be assigned to one of the security guys. It would be his responsibility to look after her and get her customers. Together they would split the money she made dancing.
"The guys were fighting over me" my wife giggled. I think the guy you saw in the car, they call him Ace, won. He was a big time college football lineman last year but he tore his knee up and didn't get drafted, so he got a job working girls at the club. He's really big so the other guys let him get first choice of the girls. At the car he told me he was really in to me."
"I saw him with his hand on your ass."
In a teasing voice my wife asked me "did that turn you on?"
I didn't say anything, so she continued. "He had one of my tits out in the car. He was rubbing my nipple between his thumb on forefinger. It was really turning me on. That's why I needed you to fuck me so bad when we got home."
I went to sleep that night not really sure about what my wife was going to get herself into.
The next morning my wife got dressed for work. As she put her pearls on over her conservative blouse she said "It's such a turn on to be going to work as this conservative attorney during the day, knowing I will be some cheap strip club slut tonight."
My wife left for work and I did a few things around the house before I left. About three pm that day I got a text : "check your email."
I checked my email from my wife.
"Honey, I talked to Ace, He says it's better you don't come to the club until about 3am, an hour before closing. He wants me to concentrate on work and not worry about you. I said ok. Please let me do this. I have my other "work" clothes with me. I am going to stay late here, get a bite to eat and then be at the club at 10. I will see you when my shift is done. I love you for letting me be wild."
By midnight I was dying to find out how she was doing. I sent her a few texts and got no answer. Then my phone buzzed with a text from a number I didn't know.
"Ho working", was the text. There was a video attached. "In the video my wife was sitting on a guy's lap. She was facing the camera, but leaning back into the guy who couldn't have been older than 20. In one hand she had a cigarette, and her other hand was massaging the guy between his legs. In the video the guy's hand reaches around and pulls one of her tits out of her loose tank top. My wife smiles into the camera and leans back as the guy massages her tit and starts kissing her neck. My wife then turns around and takes off her shirt and puts her arms around the guy. She bounces up and down a bit and laughs as her tits bounce. Then the lights go down low and a slow song comes on and my wife is staring into the eyes of the teenager. Just as he pulls her close and I see her tilt her head to kiss him the video stops.
I didn't know what to do. I knew she would be giving guys lap dances and they would be fondling her tits and grabbing her ass, but I didn't think she would be making out half naked with guys half her age.
It was all I could do to not drive to the club and immediately pull her out of there. I went to fix myself a drink and stared at the clock. A few minutes later another text arrived with a video. This time my wife was talking into the camera.
"Hey baby, I'm ok. Ace is watching out for me. We're making money."
I could see that my wife's eyes were a bit glazed and she was slurring her words a bit.
As she was talking another guy came up to her and from behind he wrapped his arms around her and ground his groin into her ass. His hands went up her shirt and he was kissing her neck. My wife let of a bit of a squeal. "TJ. stop. I'm sending my boyfriend a video."
"Tell him his girl is the biggest money making ho in the club."
