The next few days were some of those I remember best.
The morning after her first night as a nude dancer I awoke to an empty bed. I was still groggy when I noticed her moving around the room already getting dressed. She was wearing short heels and underwear and was topless as she slipped into the shortest jean shorts she had. She noticed me awake and looking at her and so she turned to pose with her hands on her hips, all long legs, flat stomach, medium sized tits. And sex appeal. She stuck her hands in her pockets and stood about 6 feet tall in her heels. "You like?" she asked sounding a bit shy, a bit embarrassed, but knowing the answer. The impact on me, combined with the memories of last night were still fresh made me instantly hard.
She smiled at me leaned down to kiss my cheek and reached under the covers to feel my painfully hard penis. She smiled mischievously as she gave it a squeeze and said, "is somebody still horny?" When I tried to pull her toward me down into bed she laughingly pulled away.
"Come back to bed," I said. "I want to fuck you." She continued to dress, hunting through her dresser looking for a shirt. As I looked at her I was still filled with mixed emotions from her revelations of the night's activities: lust, excitement, worry, shame, and no small amount of humiliation. But it was really no contest, lust was winning out handily.
"I'm still turned on about last night," I confessed.
She turned to smile at me, finally finding a shirt that she liked, a paid, pastel sleeveless button up thing. "I'm glad you feel that way because I'm going to work right now."
"In the morning?" I asked, not quite believing she was serious.
"Albert asked me to work the day shift. He said not many girls want to work days because the money is slower, but that I could work it if I wanted to." She tied the shirt so her stomach was plainly visible. She looked very overexposed and more than a bit trampy with the little heels and the short shorts and the shirt tied like that. She admired her reflection and asked, "How do I look? Does this look sexy enough?" The shirt tied like it was made her look like a country girl who lived in a trailer. I thought for a moment how you couldn't really tell it was Ralph Lauren. We'd bought it at a Store called Fletcher Canty in Tallahassee. The heels, the short shorts, her toned stomach showing - She looked like a cheap slut.
"But....you were just there. Can't you wait until tonight at least? I wanted to spend the day with you." What I really wanted was to fuck my young wife, four or five times during the day, but my wife had other ideas.
She leaned over quickly and kissed me on the cheek and said, "Aww. That's so sweet honey, but no." And looking at her watch she said, "I really have to get going. Ricardo said it's important for me to be on time." Ricardo was, as I may have said, ostensibly the security guard. He was in actuality the very trusted eyes and ears of the owner.
She slung a bag over her shoulder and started to head for the door, then stopped. She took her bikini out of her bag from last night and threw it next to me on the bed saying, "I'm going to buy a few outfits today. They have a costume lady who comes in sells them to the girls." And with that she was rapidly headed out the door. I followed and caught up to her as she walked out the front door and was unlocking her car.
"But when will you be home?" I asked lamely. And then another thought occurred. "What will you wear until the costume lady gets there?" This question made her smile.
"I guess I'll be naked." She looked a little embarrassed and suddenly a bit nervous. I looked around to see if any neighbors were nearby being treated to this surreal conversation. Something in my expression must have made her realize that unlike her I was having some very mixed feelings about all this. She stood next to the car her father bought her for college, dressed like a tramp and again I looked around to see if any neighbors were seeing her.
"You're just gonna walk around naked? Even when you aren't on stage?"
She came over to me, standing perhaps 6 inches taller than me and bent down to give me a hug and kissed me on my cheek. "Some of the girls say it's a good way to get private dances....." and then "I'll buy something as soon as the costume lady comes in, I promise. But its all about getting their attention" She stepped back from me and, quickly, because she was in a hurry, turned a quick circle for me to admire. "How do I look? The guys say you have to make an impression when you walk in the door." I don't think I was hard at that point. At that point, worry and shame were in control and I wanted badly for her to say the night before was a one time thing and that she simply couldn't do it any more.
She slid into her car and then said, "Oh I almost forgot. Here's money for the power bill, plus a bit more." And seeing the shame in my face as she handed me the bills she said, "honey I'm just gonna do this for a little while until we are caught up." She looked at her watch. "I really have to go. I don't want Albert or Ricardo to be mad at me for being late. They don't like their girls to be late."
She began to back the car up and again I followed her to the street asking, "But what time will you be home?"
At this question she seemed a bit annoyed. She'd been almost manically cheerful all morning, but my attempt to exercise the slightest control over her was not welcome." Day shift ends at 5, but I'll be home when I'm done working." She drove away without another word and I watched her go, dressed like a cheap whore.
I went back inside. I was worried about her. I was worried about us. I was afraid for her safety and convinced in my gut that this was a genuinely bad idea. I was not aroused now. I was thinking, god I have to get a good job and quick. I went back into the bedroom to change and it was then that I spied her bikini from the night before. I realized she had
chosen
to be naked until she bought a new costume. There was no reason to leave the bikini there. I picked it up the top and I could I could smell the very strong smell of cheap perfume and cigarettes. It blended together into this unique aroma that I would come to think of as stripper smell. I was more than a little upset, but the smell of the night before, the perfume, the cigarettes, somehow forced me to picture her nude in that place, nude on stage. I realized I was painfully erect and so I lay down on my back and jacked off. I came in less than a minute.
I spent the day obsessed. I seemed trapped in a cycle between anger and shame and arousal. I jacked off again about a half hour after she left. I knew that she was most likely completely nude now. Walking around in the club in nothing but heels, waiting for her turn on stage. Was the place crowded? Was she doing private dances? I had no idea, but I knew she was there. Naked, but for heels, her tits and pussy on display. After I'd cum there was no contest. Shame would win out, crashing over me with such ferocity that I'd resolve to get in my car and go put a stop to this...this...fucking crazy idea that my wife was a nude dancer. But for some reason just didn't.
Instead I waited for her to come home. I watched the clock. I tried to watch TV, but in truth my mind's eye was always fixed on the Tanga Lounge. Was she on stage now? Was she giving a "private dance?" What a euphemism I thought. From what she'd described the women there did so much more than dance for them. Was she being pawed at? Was she playing by the rules? Of course she was, I thought. She's a good girl and this is all a huge stretch for her that will probably be over by this afternoon when she'll return and tell me that this was a mistake. Would she be angry with me for not stopping her in the first place? These were the thoughts that occupied me throughout the day. I honestly can't recall how many more times I jerked off. It was a few, that much I'm sure of. I was not, however, jerking off when the phone rang. It was now almost 7pm and I expected her home any minute since her shift should have ended around 5pm.
"Hi honey!" She was sort of shouting over loud music.
"Hi," I said, "I was expecting you home by now."
"I decided to work a double," she said. Before I could object she continued, "The money is great and they don't have enough girls for the night shift so Albert and Ricardo asked me if I wanted to work a double."
She sounded a bit drunk and I couldn't stop myself from asking her, "have you been drinking?"
"We went out for break," she said. "The other girls are so nice and I went next door with them. That nice old guy I told you about came too. Everyone is so nice here!"
"Whoa..you're going out for drinks with customers? Are you fucking kidding me?" I was angry now and didn't bother to hide it, but this didn't seem to bother her.
