Wife Strips to Save Business

Chapter 1. So we've read the stripper stories featuring a girlfriend or a wife or whoever, as they strip at a bachelor party with varying results. Often they get carried away and screw the groom or are gang banged by drunks. Those stories make for interesting reading on Literotica, and a twist to the theme is usually welcomed.

This situation, however is somewhat different as you'll see. This is how the events unfolded that led to this story.

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I'm JT Barrows, 31, and my wife, Shirley Ann is 30. I'm responsible for providing entertainment for an important bachelor party tomorrow evening.

It wasn't a friend or relative of mine who was getting married; actually our business supplies a variety of entertainment for special events. We use magicians and illusionists, comics, musicians, and of course exotic dancers and strippers for special occasions.

Our ladies were usually in their 20s to mid 30s, and most had been Cabaret show girls. Some are college students, now working for us part time. We had three young dancers who regularly filled those spots. Our fourth and best one, 24 year old Janelle, had recently left us, which I'll explain later.

Showgirls are fine as hell, but they can be real divas and a royal pain to manage. Two of them finally talked the third one into joining them in demanding an outrageous raise. They knew we were shorthanded and threatened a "walk out" if we didn't agree.

I offered them a hefty 15% increase which they immediately rejected, threatening again to walk out even though we had important shows coming up. I had to let them walk, as I knew there were several other ex- showgirls who wanted in on a gig like ours. The problem was that now we had a huge payday for tomorrow night and no dancer for this gig.

The groom, Dimitri, was the son of an influential shipping magnate and could send a lot of business our way. We couldn't afford a no-show. So, what the hell were we to do? We contacted every woman who had applied for a position with us, but no joy.

We tried borrowing a stripper from clubs, but contracts nixed that.  It was uncanny how not one was available for tomorrow night. I was getting a bit nervous because of the time crunch.

My wife, Shirley, had been a Cabaret dancer in upscale topless reviews for several years. She never went totally nude, and at least wore a thong.

We were introduced by mutual friends, and when we started dating she told me what she did for a living. Of course I wasn't happy about her exposure on stage, but off stage we were a perfect match.

She retired when she turned 27, even though they wanted her to stay in the show. She loved me and wanted us to get married and start a family.

She said she would miss her career, especially traing new dancers, but our relationship now took priority. So she retired a few years early to start our life together. Now Shirley enjoys teaching our exotic and/or striptease dancers how to improve their own routines.

So now it's three years later and we're married, have a daughter and a thriving business. We just need committed dancers who don't act like entitled brats! In ten more days we would have replacements, but for now, no joy.

Tonight I was at my wit's end. What the hell do we do about tomorrow night's bachelor party? Shirley sat on my lap, kissed my cheek and said, "Well, we're at a crossroads, honey, and I can see you're worried.

I've been thinking, and unless someone calls by tomorrow I'll plan on doing it. I'll be the stripper for tomorrow night."

She saw the panic on my face and as I started to object, Shirley said, "It's just for one night, JT, just so we can fulfill our contract. And you'll be there to protect me, ok? This Dimitri guy has a lot of contacts and could send some high rollers our way, so we can't renege."

As a husband I cringed at the thought of Shirley back in her thong in front of a bunch of horny drunks. I wasn't about to have her forced into bailing us out, so I told her I would find another way. But how? I wasn't "equipped" to do it myself, and I was out of ideas at this point. Dammit, the pressure was on.

At a young 30, Shirley has the looks, talent, and experience to give a great show, but I hated the thought of her stripping in front of anyone else but me. So now I had a tough decision to make in a very limited time.

That night, as our daughter was fast asleep, she said she was going to take her shower. I was laying on the bed, sipping my "salty dog" when she came out wearing her new babydoll lingerie. Damn, my wife looked amazing!

Shirley had shaved her pubic patch for the show, and wore my favorite perfume. She had me drooling in seconds. That night she fucked me senseless, and afterwards she convinced me she could do the party as a one-off... IF no one else came through.

The next day I still tried to find a local dancer, but dammit, no joy again. Finally I made a call to a former dancer of ours who now lived several hours away.

Janelle had left last year and said she would do the one show for me. We just had to get her here by tonight.

She was a busy nurse now, and would drive here from North Carolina, but that was eight hours away, and it was past 9 am. Still, she could make it in time if she left by 10:30.

Slight issue; Shirley threw a fit!

Not because she thought she would be doing the show, but because Janelle was ssked to.

These two didn't get along at all. It was like oil and water; a tornado of emotions clashing. And it "wasn't gonna happen," according to Shirley Ann. Damn was she mad!

So when Janelle called back I had to tell her the bad news. She answered the call and said, "Hi, JT, I'm almost packed and I should be leaving in fifteen minutes." It got quiet for an awkward moment, then she picked up on the reason for it. "Shirley nixed the deal, didn't she? Shit, I should have known she wouldn't want me there, JT."

I could only apologize for the situation that developed, and send her a check for her trouble. But being Janelle she said tearfully, "I'm not crying because of the stupid show, JT, I gave that up when I left. I'm crying because I miss you."

I said I missed her and the fun we all had, but she said, "JT, you know what im saying. I miss being around you and your smile. I miss your cologne, your corny jokes, and checking out your tight ass!" We both laughed at that one.

Janelle reminded me, "I told you how much I love you back then, and would wait a year for you to change your mind and send for me.

I've busied myself with school, and now I work 60 hours a week at the hospital. I haven't been with a man and I won't til I'm in your arms, doll. I'm waiting for the man I love, JT, and that's always been you." ( ie, the issue Shirley had with Janelle ).

I spoke tenderly but firmly and said, "Janelle, please, you know I love my wife, and I could never leave her. You're young, smart, and gorgeous, and you could have any good man you want. Why would you want me?"

"Because I love you, you dope! I've fought off dozens of guys, JT, because I only love one man, and I'll wait another six months for you if I have to. But I've already worn out two sex toys this year, and I want you in my bed, soon!

I'm trying to prove my love to you, doll. But I can't wait forever. Heck I'm 24 now and I want to make a bunch of babies with you; at least four or five!" and we both had a big laugh again.

"Well, Janelle, you haven't lost your sense of humor. Listen, I apologize again for how this turned out. I'll touch bases again later to see how you're doing. Bye for now."

If I hadn't been married to Shirley when Janelle worked with me, she wouldn't have needed any "toys." The woman was exotically beautiful, and almost had gotten through my defences.

Let's see, where was I? Oh yeah, it looks likke my wife, Shirley is going to be the stripper tonight after all, dammit. Well in that case there were going to be some strict rules layed down.

1. This is a one-time deal, not to be repeated, period.

2. She was to disguise herself to conceal her identity. After all, this is my wife who's gonna be nearly naked at a bachelor party.

3. Dimitri's group would be informed ahead of time that any unwanted sexual advances are off limits. Anyone breaking this rule gets thrown out!

4. No attempts to proposition the dancer or to stuff money in her thong.

5. And finally, if she does a great job the groom, Dimitri, would promote our business to his circle of friends and business aquintances. ( Hey I'm a businessman. ).

Well, we called Dimitri in with his groomsmen to read the rules. They objected, stating that a  stripper usually gets totally nude, and gives the groom "special treatment." ( code for a bowjob! )

I told them they had been reading too many erotic fiction stories and we all had a big laugh about it. Finally we came to an agreement and it was a done deal. I still didn't like the idea of my wife stripping in front of fifteen horny men though.

Shirley didn't seem nervous before the party. She was a pro, and this was just a different venue than where she danced before. Actually she seemed giddy and excited about her one-off performance, especially since she'd kept Janelle away from me.

Of course two shots of tequila gave her a little buzz to calm her nerves, but me? Hell I was a fucking mess! Too many things can go wrong in these parties, and I've seen it happen over the years. Not tonight, dammit. Not on my watch!

Ten minutes before start time my smoking-hot wife walked out of her dressing room in her sexy nurse's costume, a jet black wig, and I instantly got hard. She rubbed my bulge, smiled and said,

"I guess I picked the right costume, right, baby? I'll bet Janelle's work uniform isn't this sexy. Be a good boy and I'll put it on again for you later at home, and give you the X rated version!" ( I guess that's what they call a motivational speech! ).

The music started and our sexy nurse kissed me, took a deep breath and strutted on stage, and immediately the men went wild. She was gorgeous, sensual, tantalizing, and exuded sexuality. The only other dancer who equalled my wife's talent and looks was 24 year old Janelle.

In her routine, Shirley combined her exotic dance moves with what our striptease dancers do. She knew how to entice the men with a simple look, placement of her leg, or enticing poses.

Her tight blouse strained to hold in her 36Cs. And the short skirt was accented by white thigh-high stockings and red high heels. My erection was matched by all fifteen guests.

Moving down on the floor level she strutted her stuff in front of Dimitri. As she circled him she pulled a piece of white fabric from her blouse, another lacey stocking. Sensually, she pulled it across her body parts, then she'd drag it over Dimitri's face.

His bulge was obvious, and Shirley smiled and acknowledged it. The gorgeous stripper had plans for the groom, since he was the guest of honor. Only teasing though, since beyond the disguise it's actually my wife out there.

Shirley eased his hands behind the chair and secured them with the stocking. She danced around to the smiling groom, til she faced him and started unbuttoning her top, as she swayed her hips.

Cat calls filled the room as the nurse's blouse started revealing the lacey bra within. The sensual process was intentionally drawn out for several minutes to torment the groom and his friends.

Two buttons slowly undone, three, four, five, leaving only the center one to undo. The last button strained as the fabric was nearly bursting to reveal the precious prizes still hidden inside.

When the nurse released the last button, she opened her blouse and fondled her breasts, then shook them in Dimitri's face, teasing him as she smiled.

Strutting across the front and back up to the stage, she pulled the blouse off and twirled it overhead. She let it slide off her fingers onto the floor as the cheers fed her resolve to shed more fabric.

The sexy nurse worked her way back to Dimitri's seat and stepped her leg over his, straddling his hips. Her short skirt gave a clear up-skirt view of her thighs.

The sultry dancer put her hands on his shoulders, then leaned in to rub her cleavage in the groom's happy face. She could feel Dimitri's erection through her thong as she rotated her hips. Her pussy moistened as it was stimulated by the bulge in his pants, but she pulled away, and stepped back; she didn't want to upset me by going too far. I knew it was part of her routine but still, I wasn't comfortable with it. Though disguised, this was my wife giving a lap dance to another man. "Dammit."

Hoping to ease my concern she winked at me, threw me a kiss, then worked toward the stage.

As Shirley danced the routine she had practiced for hours, she slowly unfastened her skirt.

Inch by inch she slipped it lower til it was on the floor. Now all she had on was her bra, thong, stockings and heels. There wasn't one soft cock in the room! Shirley was a vision of sensuality; every man's dream girl. But the best was yet to come.

Skillfully, she teased them as she slowly unhooked the clasp on her lacey bra. With her back to them, she slid it off her shoulders, then she tossed it over her shoulder to the groom as a fragrant souvenir, ( Let him explain that to his fiancé, right? ) and it floated down onto his lap.

With her breasts exposed, she turned around to face him while covering them with her hands. Teasing the audience, she jiggled her perky 36Cs with her hands, then spread her hands out and thrust her chest forward to the cheers of the horny guests. She obviously enjoyed their approval!

As she continued, she put her left foot on Dimitri's chair, between his legs, and seductively ran her fingers up and down her leg. Gradually she slid her high heel off, then slowly rolled the stocking down.

One by one she slid them off and tossed them into the crowd, where two lucky guys caught them.

The guys who won the battle for her stockings inhaled her fragrance from where the stockings caressed her legs, and smiled from ear to ear. I could see the enjoyment in her facial expression; she was getting off on the reactions of the men.

Eventually our talented stripper was down to a thong and heels. She ignored the pleadings to take her bottoms off, and shook her finger "no."

The sexy thong showed signs of her arousal, which fueled the men's pleadings. All she gave them were poses that feigned an invitation to them to ravish her body.

Dimitri's hands were still tied behind his seat, as the nearly nude vixen worked her way to his chair. Straddling his lap again she teased him with her cleavage but wouldn't let his mouth reach the perky prizes.

Standing back up she pulled the bow loose and freed his hands, and she giggled when she saw the wet spot on his pants. Mission accomplished!

She rubbed the fabric across her bare breasts, then tossed it up for the quickest man to claim. While they were busy competing, she moved back up on stage.

I didn't like Shirley's exposure and contact with the groom, but knew some was expected. Soon she was winding down to the finish, so I kept my frustration to myself.

As she was finishing her routine she sauntered over to me, put her arms around my neck, pushed her titties against me, and only kissed me on the cheek. She didn't want to give her identity away.

Back on stage she picked up her costume pieces, as her breasts danced freely. Each time she retrieved an article of her costume a plea roared for an encore of her performance.

She winked at the groom, blew kisses to the crowded room, then exited the stage wiggling her ass and waving at her audience as applause and whistling filled the room.

Me? Shit, I was so relieved she was finished I almost forgot to address the crowd. Snapping out of it, I stood on stage and thanked them for being such a cooperative audience. Then we all gave the Dimitri a round of applause, teased him about his eet spot, gave our best wishes, and I dismissed everyone. I threw the groom a towel for his wet spot.

Many of them hung around for a while, talking about the exotic dancer with the " body to die for." I swear, if ratings were recorded they would have been solid 9+s! But clearly they would have been tens if she had surrendered her thong!

Dimitri, the groom, had the towel covering his pants when he came up to me and put a hand on my shoulder. Smiling from ear to ear he whispered,

"JT, I'm probably the only guy in the audience who knew who that stripper was. In spite of her disguise I recognized her sweet voice from when we made the arrangements." My face turned red!

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me, buddy, but if your Mrs ever wants to teach my fiancé some of those skills, I would be glad to pay you too dollar."

I exhaled and said, "Tell you what, Dimitri, on Monday have your fiancé contact us. I'm sure my bride would be glad to teach your Rebecca some basics." He shook my hand and told me, it would be as early as possible!

Then, with a grin he said, "J.T., you've got to be one of the luckiest fuckers on the planet to go home to that beauty every night." I smiled and couldn't have agreed with him more!

***** My Personal Stripper ******

After her routine, Shirley had gone home to check on our daughter and relieve the sitter. She asked me to take my shower in the second bedroom when I got home. I complied and still finished first. Once I was back in our bedroom I poured us both a glass of wine.

She had been in our bathroom a long time after her shower. The quiet was broken when I heard music coming from her iPhone; the sultry music she had danced to earlier that evening. The door slowly opened, and she took a seductive pose, wearing the same skimpy costume she had on earlier. Only this time she wore no bra, had sheer panties on and new white silk stockings. Damn, she is so hot!

"I heard that my husband needs a nurse, so I plan on giving him my full attention tonight."

She put a chair in the middle of the room and sat me in it, then took a sip of her drink as she gave me a hungry look. I only had my boxers on, so my hard-on couldn't be missed.

Shirley bent down, exposing her cleavage and whispered in my ear that she loved me. She asked me to keep my hands to myself until she said so. I was at her command. Hey, she's in charge tonight, right? Obviously she was still on a post-performance high, and she began an even more erotic dance just for me.

She showed me things she didn't dare do at the party; writhing and rubbing her boobs in my face. She stroked herself through her panties.

With rapid breaths she sat on my lap and seductively spoke in my ear, "All through my performance tonight I was thinking about how bad I wanted to fuck you!

As I sat on the groom's lap I imagined I was doing that to you. Honey, I was so damned turned on I'm sure he could smell my arousal. But the only cock I craved was this one," she said that while she gently squeezed my shaft.

She kissed me, then continued to dance. Buttons came undone and her blouse drifted down onto the carpet. There was no bra this time. Her nipples were erect, standing out like bullets.

Next was her mini skirt. As it worked down over her hips she turned around with her backside toward me. She bent over, letting the skirt down, intentionally showing her perfect ass to me. It was barely covered by sheer panties and my cock was ready to burst! Then she moved toward me and offered her titties to be licked and sucked.

"Don't use your hands yet, baby. Just use your mouth and tongue for now and I'll feed my titties to you." I complied, and tasted her silky smooth skin as I teased her nipples with my tongue.

Next, she put her thumbs on the waistband and slowly worked her panties u vdown. Now all she had on was thigh-high stockings and high heels. My God she looked so delicious! Shirley faced me so I could see the new (temporary) tattoo across her bare pubic area that said, "JT owns this."