My wife and I have been married for 12 years. Susan is a 32 year old mother of 2. Her body still amazes me. I swear she is getting better looking as she gets older. We were talking on night about this strip club we have driven by several times and the fact that she has never been to one. I tried explaining what the place is like, although I have not been there in well over 10 years myself. I said, "what the hell, lets go out next weekend and you can see for yourself!" She said, "really? You wouldn't mind taking your wife to one of those places?"
"of course not!" I told her, "it would be fun." So we decided to go out the next Friday night. I was excited because I certainly don't mind watching strippers and I thought maybe this would spice things up for us in the bedroom.
We arrived at 8pm. The place was pretty crowded. We noticed the sign said it was amateur night. All the better I thought! When we got inside I immediately noticed how much the place changed since I was here a long time ago. It wasn't as nice inside, and the crowd that was there seemed a bit tougher looking. I did get a bit nervous about bringing Susan there as she was one of the few women in the place and a lot of biker-looking guys seemed to be staring at her all the time. She noticed that too and said she was a bit nervous, but we were here so we might as well stay. The first stripper came out, she was one of the regulars, nothing amateur about her. She knew exactly what she was doing. After stripping down to her thong she made her rounds along the edge of the stage where the guys would slide cash into the side of her last bit of clothing, trying a grab a feel as they were doing so. Susan turned red from embarrassment watching this. She had no idea the audience got to touch the dancers in this place. But the bouncer was right at the stripper's side. Making sure that each guy only got a quick feel of her thong before another guy got a turn.
When her time was over it was time for the first amateur to come out. She was a nice looking blonde wearing a t-shirt and shorts. She was nervous, that was for sure. And as she did an awkward dance she slowly took off her t-shirt and shorts revealing a very sexy bra and panties. That was as far as she went. I found out that the amateurs were free to take off as much as or as little as they wanted to. The next couple of hours we watched the show alternate between real strippers and amateurs. Most of the amateurs stripped down to their panties, then quit. Some of them quit before taking off their bras. Each time they decided they did enough the audience would yell all kinds of things to get them to go farther.
At around 1 am the crowd had thinned out a bit. The ones that were still there were the toughest looking of the bunch. The last real stripper performed about 2 hours before and they were getting tense from most of these amateurs not stripping all the way and not making any rounds for these guys to try to get a good feel. The owner came on stage and asked if there were any more ladies that would like to get some time in the spotlight. I still can't believe I said this, but I told Susan, "you should go up there! You'd only have to strip down to your underwear, then you will be done, and think of the thrill it would be!" I must have only said something that stupid because I had been drinking all evening. Susan had been drinking too. At first she just looked at me like I was nuts. Then after a couple minutes she said "It wouldn't make you jealous?"
