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.
While we were sitting there, I saw a girl out of the corner of my eye, amazing looking with dark brown hair, tan skin beautiful D boobs. It was her; Jennifer is in LOVE with her. We met her at the first club we went to and had a blast. Unfortunately due to an emergency, we had to leave before we could get a dance or her name. The next week that club burned down forcing us to find a new place. Jennifer was heart broken, all she could talk about for the next month was that we would never find her and now she is in our new place. I told Jennifer and at first she didn't believe it, after all it was almost 6 months later and memories of a brief encounter like that fade. She got up and went over to talk to her. It was her, she immediately recognized Jennifer. Her name was Monique. She had thought Jennifer got cold feet on the dance and we just left.
She immediately joined us at the booth. As the night progressed, the club got packed but, our booth became the hot spot. I had 5 of the 10 or so dancers at my booth, only getting up to do their rotation on stage and then coming immediately back. You could tell a few of the other guys were getting really pissed at us for hogging the best girls. As they did their time on stage, most would throw my wife their bra's and outfits. I think her smile got bigger every time.