Stripper Wife is Introduced to Husband's Friend
I remember this one event that happened several years ago. It was just in the beginning when my wife started fucking a select group of friends and working at a strip joint.
Anyways, a friend of mine and myself decided to stop by a strip joint on our way back from a football game. We usually go to a couple of games a year followed by a visit to our local strip joint. This time I directed us to the strip joint that my wife was working at.
When we first got there, I could not see my wife, and Jim had no clue what was up. After about an hour of sitting there drinking, just commenting on some of the stripper's that either danced on stage or walked by on the floor, I thought that maybe I had missed my wife. The DJ then announced that the next stripper on stage was Mrs. Canyon.
As the first song came on, I finally saw my wife running out of the private booth area almost butt naked to the back of the stage. About a minute later she came on with a simple costume with a round of applause from the audience and the look of total shock on Jim's face.
Jim never took his eyes off of her while she danced. Come to think of it, he never picked his jaw up of the floor either. He just sat there and watched as she did her first dance, then her second now topless dance, on to the final dance. For the final dance, my wife just came out naked in her hooker heels and a blanket. Jim had yet to say a word. We both watched as she lay on the blanket and spread her legs to the guys in perverts row and played with her tits. She would come to the edge of the stage to collect bills from the guys in various ways. All the time the guys would get their faces buried in her tits in some form or another. When the last song ended, there where a few guys that still wanted to either come on stage our set in perverts row with money in their mouths. The DJ started another song saying that as usual, Mrs. Canyon was doing an encore dance. Jim still had not said a word or had a sip of his beer. Three guys got up on stage, and my wife would rub their crotches on the outside of their pants and then reach on the inside. She would sit on their faces in which I can bet my life that they would lick her pussy. She would also plant her tits in their faces as they lie there on their backs and have them bite or suck her nipples for a second or so. At the end of the song, she got up, collected her money, waved to the audience, and gave me our usual signal that she would be over soon. When she finally got off stage, Jim finally downed his whole beer and looked at me.
I smiled and said, "Yes I know she is stripping, and that she was on her way over."
When my wife came out, several guys for a dance asked her, while she was on the way over to our table. She was still wearing her hooker heels as she calls them, dress in only a hot pink g-string bikini.