It had all started on my birthday a couple of weeks earlier. As a present, my wife Andrea had taken me to a strip bar, given me a stack of singles and told me to go nuts. Later that night at home, Andrea had put on her own little show for me, which to my way of thinking was superior to the show the girls had put on in the bar. The strippers were just teasers, Andrea had been a pleaser, and our lovemaking was long and passionate. I slept so soundly that I nearly missed work the next day.
A few weeks later, Andrea asked me what I had thought of my present. I told her that it was wonderful. She then started enquiring about the girls, what I liked in a dancer, what kind of show I enjoyed most and the like. I answered her questions honestly, telling her how turned on I was by the girls.
“Well, I saw a sign while we were there for Amateur Night.” Andrea flashed me a big grin. “Do you think I’d be any good at something like that?”
I started to get wood as I remembered the show she had given me for my birthday. Besides the fact that I’d gotten laid afterward, I had to admit that it was a very good show. “You’d be great!”
“Those girls are so beautiful,” she frowned, “I could never compete against them.”
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” I tried to soothe her, “you’d do fine if you wanted to. Besides, you’d be competing against other amateurs, not the actual dancers.”
“I suppose,” she was cautious now, “it’s just, well, my body….”
I realize most women are a little sensitive about their bodies. I’ve never met a woman who didn’t think she was too fat or too skinny or too something. As far as I was concerned, my Andrea had nothing to worry about. She may not have been the huge-titted stripper type, but she was gorgeous. Tall at over 5’8”, she was the thin, leggy type that I’ve always preferred. And her legs were amazing, connected to the most luscious ass I’d ever laid my eyes on. She was uncomfortable with her B cup breasts, even after I’d insisted that their firmness and perfect, perky shape more than offset any lack of size. Long wavy brown hair and deep brown eyes completed her wonderful look.
“Your body is wonderful!” I wasn’t sure if I had convinced her. “I’m sure I’m not the only man who’s noticed, either.”
She blushed, “You’re sweet, but you have to say that. You’re my husband.”
“If you really want to find out if you’ve got it,” I replied, “this is the perfect way. It’s up to you, though.”
The subject was dropped. I figured she had decided against it and had nearly forgotten about it. Then, Wednesday, I received a call at work.
“Hi, honey.” She said after I picked up the phone. “What are you doing tonight?”
“I was planning on coming home and having supper with my wife.”
“Why don’t you join me for a drink?” I could practically hear her grinning on the other end. “How about Crystal’s?”
Crystal’s was the strip bar that we had gone too on my birthday. I seemed to remember that Wednesday was Amateur Night. “Sounds like fun. I hope they’ve got some good performers tonight!”
“I think you’ll like what you see.”
We met just after six, Andrea was sitting at the bar in a long, conservative beige skirt and white blouse. Wearing her hair up, she was enjoying a drink, I sat down next to her and ordered a beer.
“I get free drinks tonight!” She had a glimmer in her eye that I’d seldom seen. I also noticed a warm glow that indicated she wasn’t enjoying her first free drink of the evening. “And if I win, I get $200!”
I kissed her on the cheek. “Well good luck, sweetie, you’ll do great.”
The competition started just after 7pm. I took a seat next to the stage as the first dancer, a very busty blonde named Cami, pranced onto the stage. She had the look of a stripper, and her dancing and siliconed breasts seemed to bear that out. She put on an excellent show, and I was sure to toss a few singles her way.
Her set ended and Cami started working her way along the front row, giving short lap dances for a single. My Andrea came on stage just as Cami began grinding on the first lucky spectator. Andrea was wearing the same clothes she had worn when I met her at the bar. She danced around shyly to the first song, keeping her clothes on, but occasionally flashing a bra strap or lifting her skirt enough to show a stocking top. I already liked her show.
As the second song came on the sound system, Andrea tore her blouse open, buttons rattling about the stage. It was quite a surprise to all the spectators, and more than one man applauded her. She removed the blouse and unhooked her bra, exposing her perky little tits. She flung the bra to the back of the stage.
By this time, Cami had made her way to my seat. She jumped on my lap and started grinding her self onto me. I was extremely aroused, getting a lap dance while watching my sexy wife strut her stuff for the fans. I gave Cami a dollar just as Andrea’s third song started.
She spun on one leg, unbuttoning her skirt as she did so. My Andrea was now dancing on stage in just a beautiful black garter belt that I had never seen before, stockings and heels. As she danced, Andrea let her hair down and flailed it about in time to the music. Even if she hadn’t been my wife, I’d have been excited, her performance was electric.
She started working her way along the men in the front row. I suppose another dancer came on stage, but I never looked at her, instead focusing on my stunning wife as she ground herself onto all the men.
When she finally got to me, I was sporting an obvious hard on. She rode me with amazing vigor, grinding her cunt onto my cock. I got a little longer lap dance than the other guys, and as she finished she leaned forward.
“Your cock is so hard,” she whispered, “just like every other guy I rode on!”
She got up and left. I stuffed a buck into one of her stockings as she went off to the next lucky man.
The end of the competition came and all of the girls came back on stage. I tried to realistically gauge my wife’s chances of winning. Most of the girls had been too shy to put on a good show. A few were very good for amateurs, the group I would have put Andrea in. Then there was Cami, she was the class of the field, though I suspected that she was a professional. She had obviously been on stage like this before.
The club owner made the announcement of the winners. Cami won as I had suspected, but my Andrea came in second. She squealed as her name was announced, jumping around as she accepted the $50 second prize from the club owner.
She was still excited when she came over to my table. “Oh my God, baby! I got second place!”
“You were fantastic!” Her enthusiasm was contagious. “Sorry you didn’t take first, but second place is amazing!”
“You don’t know the half of it!” She took a long drink from my beer. “Cami, the girl who won, well she used to be a dancer. She talked the club owner into letting her dance here one night a week!”
