My husband, Jack, knew I was a stripper. I had a body to be proud of; more so, I had a body to make money off of. I was a stripper back in college, when I met my to-be husband in an accounting class. I paid my way through school without a penny of debt by having men stuff money in my pussy and tits. I was a total professional when it came to stripping; I believed strictly in the "club rules:" no touching and absolutely no fucking. My legs were long; I was 5' 10" tall. My 36 D breasts, though perfect for stripping, were hard to stuff into the suits I wore daily as an aspiring ad agent.
Jack and I wanted to start a family, but weren't sure we could really afford it at this point. I was still doing scut work at the agency, paying my dues and such, and Jack was just an intern at the county hospital. We desperately wanted to start that family, so we looked into ways of making and saving money. That's when it came to us that I go back to stripping part-time.
We saved up a pretty little nest egg, started investing it and the like. We started trying to have a baby, fucking every chance we could in every position we could think of, but six months after we started trying, I was still without child. Jack and I knew that it takes time, so we kept fucking away. In the mean time, I kept stripping to add to that nest egg.
One night, Jack told me that his buddy Scott from college was coming into town for a weekend on a business trip. I remembered Scott as a good looking man. He stood 6'3" which was about 2 inches taller than my husband. Jack had dark hair and features, whereas Scott was a pale Nordic beauty. Scott would have one night to go out and really paint the town red with my husband. Unfortunately, that was the night I was "working" ...at the strip club, that was.
That night as I was finishing shaving my pussy, my husband stopped into the bathroom. "Hey, Annie! Just letting you know I'm heading out, hun," he said. "Going to go pick up Scott from the hotel."
"Any idea what you're going to do?" I asked from the shower.
"No clue. We'll just see where the night takes us. Love you."
"No drugs and no hookers!" I called out behind him and we both laughed.
I finished showering and blow-dried my long brown hair. I threw on some sweats, grabbed my bag and headed out to the club early thinking I would do my hair, make-up and costuming there. The club was getting pretty full when I arrived at 7; it usually doesn't start to get busy until 9 or 10. My boss was rushing to get girls on early. I hurried with my make-up and made my way to one of the side stages. The girls on the side stages didn't take off their clothes until they made it to the main stage a few songs later.
The night was rocking and I was making some big money. However, since I went on a few hours early, I was running out of outfits. A few of the other girls were running into the same problems, so we started swapping clothes. I didn't normally pull off the naughty little girl bit, but I figured I would try tonight.
After my naughty little girl performance, my boss told me two men had purchased a "double" lap dance from me. (A "double" lasted for two songs instead of just one.) They told him they wanted the "bad little girl" so I put that costume back on and headed for one of the back rooms for the lap dance.
"Hello, boys." I cooed as I closed the door behind me. "My name is Peaches. I take it you liked my cream?"
By the time I had finished my sentence, I realized who these two men were and they realized who I was.
"Annie?" Scott asked.
"Scott! Hi!" I must admit, I was a little awkward. I didn't think Scott would ever be seeing my naked and now I realized he just had when I was on stage. No point in being shy about it now, I thought. I swallowed as I locked eyes with my husband.
"Honestly, Annie, I didn't realize that was you... you don't usually do the sassy girl thing," he confessed.
Ever the professional, I flat-out stated, "Well, boys. You've paid for it, you might as well enjoy it."
With that the music started. I coyly twirled my pigtails around my fingers as I gyrated to the music. I dropped to my knees and crawled towards my husband, running my hands on the insides of his thighs. I licked my lips as my head appeared from between his legs. I turned around and straddled his lap, rubbing my ass against his growing crotch. Scott, sitting next to him, was unabashedly rubbing his cock through his pants while watching his buddy get a lap dance.
I straightened up and sauntered over to Scott and straddled him, this time facing him. I rubbed my clothing-covered tits in his face, feeling his hot breath on my nipples through my thin shirt. At this point, I was a little confused. I had given hundreds of lap dances in my time and was always so consumed with professionalism that I didn't allow myself to get turned on. But there was something about the fact that my husband was right there, that this was his good friend, and perhaps subconsciously, the fact that I wanted to get good and knocked up!
