It all started with a dare and ended like I never imagined my wildest fantasy would.
My wife found out I had gone to a strip club in Canada with the other football coaches after a game one Friday night. One of the other coaches' wives told her about it, the bitch. My wife was pissed, she is quite a prude and always hated whenever I looked at porn on the Internet or even bought a Playboy. She told me that it was an insult to her that I would want to see other women naked. I apologized like I always do and told her I was just going along with the guys Friday night, I didn't want them to think I was gay or something. By time I made that joke she was already starting to unclench her face and I could see that her anger had subsided. I promised I wouldn't go to any strip clubs in the future. I told her I don't know why she was so pissed because she was prettier than any of the strippers. I promised her I hadn't done anything but watch.
She said she was hurt because she didn't think I found her attractive anymore. I told her that she was crazy and asked her why didn't she put on a show for me right then. She laughed and went to start dinner. Later that night when we went to get ready for bed I was quite surprised to see her wearing her hottest teddy and special lingerie. They were made of a sheer red semi-transparent material that showed off her sweet body. Even though she was 38 and had two children she was still hotter than anything I had seen. She is tall with a totally flat stomach and just the right curves with very nice-sized tits (38D); in fact, just perfect for squeezing and sucking. I am getting hard just thinking about them as I relate this story. Well, she put on quite a show, as good as any of the strippers and she fucked me as passionately as she ever has that night.
Flash forward a couple of days and one night while we were going to bed she asked if I really thought she was as pretty as any of the strippers I had seen at the strip club. I told her yes. She said she didn't believe me and I replied, half jokingly, why don't you come to the strip club with me and we can prove it. I told her Wednesday nights are amateur night and she could strip for the club. She smacked me upside the head and said I was just being fresh. I told her that I was being truthful and said I bet she wouldn't strip in front of other guys because she was so prudish. She can't stand a dare, almost as much as she hates being called a prude. She told me to just never mind, she isn't a prude and wouldn't mind stripping in front of other guys. I decided to try to take this a bit further and told her I dared her to go with me Wednesday night then. She didn't have to strip just show me that she isn't a prude by going to the club and stay through one set of dancers. She kind of got a impish grin on her face and said "you're on." I was shocked and told her that she would back out. I bet a month's worth of doing the dishes that she would chicken out and I HATE doing the dishes.
Well, Wednesday came and I called her on my way home and jokingly said " you got your stripping panties on?" She laughed and said wouldn't I be surprised if she did. Well, one thing lead to another and next thing you know we are in the car driving to the strip club across town. I kept telling her she was going to back out and she kept telling me she hoped I didn't have dishpan hands after the month of dishes.
We arrived at the strip club and I was surprised that we were able to get one of the last seats near the stage. It was amateur night and the place is usually packed when the local talent is on display, but tonight the crowd seemed quite sparse. I was nervous as to how my wife was going to react, after all this really isn't her scene. She was gripping my arm tightly as we were ushered up to the front, her head spinning around trying to take in all the atmosphere at once. I looked around and noticed it was a different crowd than what I had remembered from the Friday before. There weren't any other women in the audience, something my wife took immediate notice of as we sat down. She asked me to leave and I reminded her that she had promised to stay through at least one dancer. I ordered a beer and a screwdriver for her.
The first girl came out shortly after we arrived. She was pretty hot, nice tits and pretty nice ass, a bit flabby but who am I to complain. I was nervous that my wife would get pissed when she saw the tent I was started to sprout in my pants. Something about the seedy nature of strip clubs really turns me on. I looked over at my wife and noticed she was totally enthralled with the dancer, watching her every move. I was relieved that she seem to be OK so far. As the song went on the dancer took off her top, it was pretty much like any strip, the guys gave out a hoot and holler and the dancer began to grind her hips against the air. I noticed my wife's mouth was open and she was saying something under her breath but I couldn't make out what it was as the music was quite loud. She seemed to be in a trance except for the occasional sip from her drink. When the dancer pulled her thong to the side to show off her shaven pussy my wife let out an audible gasp. She turned to me and said she didn't think the girls could go completely naked. It told her that they could because we were in Canada and they allow alcohol and total nudity there but not in Michigan.
I ordered her another drink and asked her what she thought, she just looked at me and smiled. I was pleased she seemed to be enjoying herself. The more she drank the more she seemed to get into the show. When the dancer came close to the edge of the stage and the guys leaned forward with their money my wife let out another gasp. She turned toward me and asked what was happening and I told her to watch. One by one the dancer danced over to the guys and let them squeeze her and grope her as they slipped the bills in her thong. One of the guys held out a $20 and pulled the dancer's thong to the side and slipped his finger up and down her wet pussy. The crowd really started to hoop and holler. I turned toward my wife and worried the jig was up, I am sure she would be pissed thinking I had done that when I was there with my buddies. I hadn't touch any pussy the last time, but had in the past and knew the girls were willing when the tip was big enough. My wife turned toward me and asked if I had fingered a dancers pussy and I told her no I didn't know they did that.