Monday and Tuesday were normal days, going to work and taking care of the children. We easily fell into our accustomed rhythm and Alex and his club became a bad memory, until Wednesday morning. I was at my desk working when a call came in about 10:30. The caller-id showed it was my wife from her office. "Hello hon, what's up?" I answered.
"Alex just called me." she said. I couldn't breath. "He wants me to meet him at 11:30 at a club downtown -- a strip club." she almost whispered that last part.
"Oh shit. Did he tell you what was going on? Is it just him or what?" I asked.
"No, he didn't say and from his tone I could tell he didn't want any questions from me. What should I do? I'm afraid." she said in hushed tones.
"Now don't panic, I'm sure he won't do too much in public, but you have to go or you know what will happen." I advised.
"I know, but why a place like that?"
I'm sure Sherry meant that as a rhetorical question but I hazarded an answer. "Probably just trying to rattle you. Keep your cool and do what you have to while keeping as discrete as possible. Give me a call when you get back to work." She said she would do her best and then told me she had to go.
It was difficult to work while waiting for my wife to call me back. Finally about 1:30 she called. "Are you OK, what happened?" I blurted out when I picked up the phone.
"I'm fine, but I can't tell you about it now." she answered.
"But" was I all got out before she interrupted me.
"Tonight, I'll tell you about it tonight after the children go to bed."
Once my wife made up her mind it was useless to try to change it, so I said "OK, tonight." We said our good-byes and hung up. It was difficult to get back to work, I really wanted to know what happened at the titty bar, but I forced myself to concentrate and push back my concerns about my wife -- she told me she was OK, and I had to believe that.
At home we tried to act normally, but there was a kind of tension, or perhaps apprehension in the air between Sherry and I. Finally it was bed time for the children and after we tucked them in and waited to make sure they were sleeping, we went down to the living room, shut the TV off, and sat down on the sofa. This is what my wife told me.
Sherry's account:
I arrived a few minutes early; I remembered that Alex did not like it when people were not on time. The place looked a little seedy and I had to stop in front of the door for a moment to collect myself. When I did walk through the door it was, of course, kind of dark inside, but I guess I expected that. I stood there in the entrance for a half minute or so while my eyes adjusted to the dark.
It was smaller than I thought it would be. There was a large bar area, a big stage and a couple of smaller, um, not exactly stages, but more like a platforms off to the sides. There was seating at the bar, of course, tables scattered around, and a few booths off to the sides. There was a girl dancing on the main stage dressed only in a small thong. She had large breasts that looked like balloons glued to her chest. I never understood why men liked that look.
Anyway, there weren't many men in the place, mostly blue collar, but there were a few business men as well. Then I spotted Alex, sitting in a booth off to the right side of the room near a small platform. I walked over to him, becoming aware of how over dressed I was for a place like that in my professional office suit. I was planning on sitting across from him, but he patted the seat next to him, so I slid in on his side of the booth.
He told me he was glad that I was on time but he didn't like my suit because it hid my "sexy" body. I told him that since I worked in the finance department in my company I had to dress professionally if I was to be taken seriously. Then the waitress came over and took our drink orders. Since I had to go back to work afterwards I asked for a coke.
"By now you have probably both thought about calling the police, and maybe you have event talked about it, but you are smart enough to know that you have no evidence of any illegal actions on my part. The only evidence at the moment is a video of you, apparently willingly fucking me and three of my friends silly while your husband not only watches, but aids and abets us. Are we on the same page?" Alex asked.
"Yes." I answered.
"What you don't know is that if I am arrested, die suddenly or am injured severely under even remotely suspicious circumstances a copy of your video will automatically be mailed to your workplaces, friends, and family. It will also be uploaded to a dozen Internet servers, some in countries where U.S. law enforcement has little sway. So don't get any ideas unless you want your lives and the lives of all the other MILFs in the club ruined." He threatened.
"Now on a more pleasant note, maybe you can tell me about this." Alex said as he pulled a picture out of his jacket pocket and placed it on the table. It took me a second but I did I realized it was of me! Back in my first year of college when I was rooming with Irene. I was in a little red and white baby-doll nighty. It was one of Irene's and I had always thought it was so cute. One weekend she decided to have a few people over for a costume party and I didn't have anything to wear, so she dared me to wear the baby-doll. I thought about it and since I knew all the people coming over I agreed. You're only young once, right? Just before the guests arrived she took that picture.
I asked Alex where he got the picture from. He told me that he dated Irene a few years after that and found it in a box with a bunch of others from that night. Ever since then he had wanted to meet me and when he saw my picture on your desk, he recognized me. Then he told me to unzip him and take out his cock. I didn't want to, but I didn't feel like I could refuse him, so I did. He then told me to play with it while I told him about that night, and not to lie since he had the pictures.
I told him that the party started out pretty tame. He wanted to know what the guests thought of my outfit, and I told him I got quite a few 'positive' comments. He wanted a few examples of what they said and I told him 'hot' and 'sexy' were the predominate words used. I was a little nervous at first since there were a couple of people there that I did not know, apparently brought along by one of the invited guests which made the ratio of boys to girls something like 2:1.
Anyway the alcohol was flowing and everybody was having fun and soon I forgot about my near nakedness and relaxed. Somehow I got convinced to join a game of truth or dare. It started out pretty lame, but after a few rounds it started getting more personal, of course. Eventually I was dared to go over to the window and lift my top up for five seconds. Now you have to understand that I did not have anything on under that top, but I would have my back to the crowd and it was dark outside, so I agreed.
When I lifted my top up it felt wicked and exhilarating, even though I knew nobody could see me. Everybody was counting down and just before they reached five there was a flash. Irene had taken a picture of me holding up my top like that! I only found out later that when she did that the window turned into a mirror and for a split-second everybody could see my breasts. Alex told me to call them 'tits' from now on and placed that very picture on the table. I had never seen this picture, Irene had told me they did not turn out except for that first one!
There I was with my back to the room facing the window, with my top pulled up, and in the window you could clearly see me from the front. I didn't realize I was grinning at the time.
That's when the waitress brought our drinks and asked if we wanted something from the grill. I was kind of embarrassed, Alex had left the pictures on the table and hadn't covered them up or anything. I kept wondering if she suspected where my hand was. Alex ordered a burger and I mumbled that I wasn't hungry. She left without any indication that she suspected anything was going on.
Alex told me to continue with my story, so I told him that the tone of the game had turned completely sexual at that point. I had a reputation for having talented feet, so I was dared to remove a guy's pants with just my feet. Alex wanted to know if I managed to do it, and I said yes, but it was difficult getting the zipper down. At that point there was a vote that once a piece of clothing was removed, it had to stay that way for the rest of the game. Almost everybody voted yes. Alex wanted to know how I voted. I didn't know how much he knew about that night, but I didn't want to risk punishment, especially not where I was, so told him the truth -- I voted 'yes'.
So anyway that guy had to leave his pants off, but I don't think he minded. Soon everybody was half naked and there was plenty of kissing and groping going on. Then I got dared to bring off one of the guys I didn't know with just my feet. And since I was supposedly so talented with them I would only get one minute. Then someone else wanted to know what would happened if I couldn't, and someone else suggested that I should have to take a shower with him. One of my new friends from school, Cheryl, offered to help me out, but there were objections.
Ultimately she agreed to join the shower should we lose. So he dropped his shorts and I started on one side while Cheryl started on the other. His dick was kind of thin, but at least seven inches long, so there was plenty to work with. I thought we were doing a pretty good job, but a minute passed and we just couldn't get enough stimulation with our feet, I guess.
Then Alex dropped another picture on the table. It was a little dark because I don't think the flash went off, but you could clearly see this guy with his head back, obviously enjoying himself, with me on one side and Cheryl on the other. You could tell we had our feet up in his lap even though the table blocked his crotch area.
At about that point the waitress brought his burger to the table. Just like before, Alex left all the pictures laying there and did not do anything to cover them up. She must have seen them, but she said nothing. If she suspected that I was jacking him off under the table I couldn't tell, but I was still very embarrassed.