Well, our financial condition was certainly improving in a hurry. Cindy was bringing in more by herself than we had made together with her working in Pizza Hut and me in the Army. She insisted that it wasn't work, though, and told me to take my time and find the job that I liked, too.
I had not yet ventured into the club. Management frowned on husbands and boyfriends showing up there. Cindy kept pushing me to come in and watch her at work, though, and I really was curious. Her stories continued to heat up our love life and she was ready to fuck anytime, anywhere. She was still the new girl, relegated to the day shift, one to seven pm, five days a week. We both preferred this timing. We had the evenings to ourselves.
The third week, I relented and came in the club at five. I sat at the bar, close to the stage, and ordered a scotch and soda. At first I didn't see Cindy. I did notice that there were a number of hot women, scantily dressed, roaming around the room. I settled in and sipped my scotch. This was ok.
I spotted Cindy towards the back of the room, sitting between two customers. They were all turned watching the two girls on stage. Both men were paying more attention to Cindy than the dancers. From where I was sitting, I could see hands roaming all over her, stopping to spend time on her breasts or focus on her lap. She was dressed in a cute little outfit like a cowgirl. There was a lot more girl showing than cow or outfit, though.
Clearly she was getting into the stroking. I noticed that her hands were busy too. I couldn't see them, but knew from the motion that she was playing with two dicks under the table. I wondered immediately if she had them out, or was doing them from outside their pants.
One of the customers slipped his hand into her little shorts. She reacted, but not immediately. She stopped what she had been doing on his side of the table and pulled his hand out slowly. Then she made a show of slapping it, no doubt for management. It was clear to me that she wanted it right where it had been.
She made eye contact with me. She grinned from ear to ear, and pulled her other hand out from under the table, and put it to her mouth, obviously sucking something from it. Apparently, she had made the man cum and was drinking what she had caught. My wife the slut, was bragging to me.
My cock sprung to attention. I shifted on the barstool, to readjust and quit advertising my condition to the general public. When I looked back to the table, Cindy was getting up. Her fans were obviously pleading with her to stay, but she was adamant.
She came over to the bar and stood next to me. I asked louder than necessary if she would like a drink. She said yes and the bartender set a record getting it for her. Twelve bucks, for God's sake. I found out later that she got 6 of that every time a customer bought her a drink. Cindy doesn't drink much. Now I knew why she was coming home sloshed pretty good every day.
She put her hand in my lap and immediately found my hard cock.
"Is this for me?" she asked. "I saw you watching me in the corner."
"Did you really jack off the guy in the corner?" I asked.
"I was hoping to make them both cum at the same time," she replied, "But the young one got too frisky. That was his dad that gave me the snack. Wasn't that hot?"
She put her hand to my face. I could smell the distinctive odor of cum. I pulled her hand to my lips, looked into her eyes and kissed it, licking briefly.
"I told them that I saw an old friend at the bar. They are spending a lot of money, even without lap dances, so I can't stay here long", she continued.
"How do you like the place? Isn't it just trashy enough? I get horny when I walk in the door. My pussy stays so wet that I have to go in back and clean up regularly. The girls are already kidding me about it."
