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I could not believe the situation I was in!
I was standing in front of a group of people all of which were strangers and my husband was in the process of selling my clothes!
He was telling them I was a reluctant stripper who needed encouragement to showing my body and what was he bid for my little black dress!
Let me explain a bit about how I find myself in this situation. I had heard about a new club in the big city, a club where live sex, totally uncensored sex, could be seen on stage. I knew the name of the club and where it was. I had always had a big sex drive and being much more adventurous than James my husband, I was interested.
My name? I am Vanessa, we have been married almost ten years. We are white Americans from mixed european descent. Me mostly Irish, hence the red hair, him middle europe hence a swarthy look. We have a good lifestyle and are happily married with two great children aged seven, twins, one of each. I had my tubes tied after a difficult pregnancy.
I had told my husband of the new club and expressed an interest in a visit. He had turned the idea down flat and would not talk about it..
Now I must admit that I really wanted to visit this club and after several attempts to discuss the visit all of which were turned down by James, I began to scheme ways to bring up the topic of watching other people having sex.
James did not object to 'X' rated DVD's, but he almost never watched for long being more interested in me than what was showing on the screen.
My strategy was to raise the topic at all and every opportunity, all to no avail, so I began to be rather cruel. One night I remember I had declined to give him a blowjob and asked him if he would like to see a man with a big black cock get a blowjob from a beautiful young white woman, right up close on a stage; just a few feet away.
He had reacted rather roughly. He had grabbed my head twisted my hair in his fingers and really fucked my mouth very hard. I loved the unusual action, but did not like his refusal to visit the sex club.
I began to be devious, then really nasty. Our sex life began to suffer and I admit that it was all my fault!
Eventually my husband had agreed for us to visit the sex club. I knew that there was some sort of sexy display, full frontal, total nudity of males and females, and live sex on stage; that sort of display. It had taken me months to get him to agree to this special night out!
I just could not remove from my mind the sensual view of another couple making love! Watching a woman pleasure a man in front of an audience was burning impressions into my mind; and now we were here, ready to watch, but things had gone desperately awry!
This sex club had some sort of entrance condition. I did not hear a word of what this entrance condition was, but did hear my husband James laugh as we entered the dimly light room. I heard the door attendant say, 'Bet she wins the door prize.'
Well I was dressed to kill, made up to the nines and really hot, but I had not expected this.
I had been a really nasty bitch in the three months it had taken me to persuade him to come with me to the sex club. I had even resorted to torture. I had stopped giving him a blowjob seconds before he would have cum. He had retaliated and fucked my face after grabbing me by the hair. I had not given him head since. Now here we were, in the place I wanted to be; but it was me on the stage!
I had really bought this upon myself because when he had finally agreed, he had extracted a solemn promise from me. To do everything he told me to when we were in the club!
I was only to speak when spoken to!
I was to sit where he wanted us to sit.
I was to drink what he told me to drink.
I was to be a trophy wife visiting a sex club for a thrilling night out.
If I failed to obey his every command, he would exact a terrible price. I would not get any money for personal items for an entire year. He would be in total control of the family finances. He had made me hand over my credit cards. And taken all the money from my purse and all the money in the house!
I had been so desperate to visit this den of iniquity I had agreed to his every instruction. I had not given a thought to the power that I had given him, but here he was about to sell my clothes!
I thought about the oath I had sworn and what it would cost me to break it. The thought of no money for clothes, shoes, make-up, or hair do's for an entire year. I had had to give him my credit card and bankbook before we left home that evening, there was no way I could endure a year without money!
I replayed how I had ended up on this stage. I was surprised when James agreed we dress up and more surprised at his approval of my scandalous little black dress. I was more surprised when we set out early. There were not many people in the club when we arrived and James had surprised me even more by selecting a table right next to the small raised dance floor/stage area. There was seating at tables for about a hundred people. He had asked the scantily clad waitress for a small carafe of white wine for himself and a Vodka tonic for me.
He had chatted with me about the place and what I thought of it. He had watched two young women do a pole dance stripping to the buff and flashing lots of tit and pussy. He had watched me get hotter and hotter. When the master of ceremonies announced the winner of the door prize, I was surprised to find a champagne bucket being bought to our small table. I had not taken any notice of the whispered conversation with my husband, but had woken up with a jolt when a naked woman, one of the pole dancers was taking my hand and pulling me up the two small steps onto the stage.
