The story below is true. I'm sure you hear that a lot, but this is a true recount of this last birthday weekend.
It was the weekend before my birthday and my wife decided we were going to celebrate. She decided we were going to get a quick bite to eat and then we were going to go to our favorite strip club.
As Jennifer got dressed in her favorite outfit, her 38F's were bulging against the shimmery red halter top. I had an instant hard on, I attempted to get a little pre celebration action but she gave me a little rub on the cock, a big kiss, and said, "You can wait. Trust me; we will have fun when we get home." I continued dressing with my still raging hard on.
We hurriedly grabbed a bite to eat at a little diner. The waitress commented on how nice Jennifer's outfit was (she didn't mention that you could see almost all of her tits down the front of the top but I'm sure she was thinking it) We told a little white lie and said we were going to a local dance club. We didn't want the poor old lady to have a heart attack if we told her where we were really going. After dinner we stopped at a store and grabbed some after party essentials, a bottle of champagne and some other drinks.
As we arrived at the club, it was still a little early so the place was dead. 1 or 2 old men were sitting there nursing drinks. Brooklyn was on stage and immediately recognized us (amazing lap dances, but that's for another story). She smiled and gave a little wave. As we sat down in our booth another girl sat down with us and started chatting.