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The phone on my desk rang loud on Tuesday afternoon.
I was pleasantly surprised when I heard my wife's voice.
Ana told me she wanted some entertainment that night and I should meet her later at The Hole. I knew she was referring to a strip club.
The Hole was located on a side of the local highway.
I had often teased Anita about taking her there sometime and she often told me she would go. But I never took her up…
She recommended me to not be late. She would hate to think what would happen if she was all alone in a strip club. She teased me…
Two hours later I got out of the office on time and I drove to the strip club. My mind was running crazy, thinking of my slutty wife being in a strip club without my presence there.
Ana’s car was already in the parking lot.
I stepped into the club and I saw it was not so crowded.
On stage, there was a sexy red haired girl swaying her body.
She was already naked, except for her high heels and her set was finishing up. I looked out into the darkened club for my wife.
But I could not find her…
The song ended and the red haired girl bent over at the waist to pick up her tips from the rail and stage floor. In the process, she flashed her pussy and ass one more time. She blew a couple of quick kisses and scampered off the stage, her high heels clicking on the stage as she moved away seductively…
Anita was probably in the bathroom. I decided to sit away from the stage at a table to better see her in the crowd. A waitress came by and I ordered a drink.
Then the DJ announced that next girl was Shelly.
The bitch on stage was wearing a tight T-shirt, with her hard nipples poking against the thin fabric. It had a low cut, revealing her ample cleavage. Her denim shorts, also modified, were cut high on the hips and formed a thong going up the crack of her ass. She wore work boots and white socks on her feet, not the typical outfit for a dancer. A brown leather belt encircled her hips.
She swayed her body at the end of the stage, moving her hips to the low thump of the bass. Every move was accentuated. At each pole, she did a quick spin, making brief eye contact with the customers sitting at the rail.
When she finally reached the end of stage, her eyes scanned out into the crowd. It was only then did I realize I was watching at my own sensual wife on stage.
When her eyes locked into mine, she briefly stopped and let a slight smile cross her face. Then Ana resumed her role of entertaining the crowd.
She unwrapped herself from the pole and quickly squatted. Her knees straddled the pole. My wife thrust her left arm out. With her left-hand, she grabbed the pole, taking deliberate time to slowly wrap each finger around it. That was when I realized she was not wearing her wedding ring.
With her hand still grasping the pole, Ana leaned back and thrust her hips forward, gyrating against the pole. Her other hand slid up the side of her body. She playfully squeezed each nipple, making them stand out from beneath her T-shirt.
She then moved back her hand down to her pussy, slowly and deliberately rubbing herself on her hand and the pole.
A few guys were cheering my wife on. I was silent, not sure what to do. I felt flush with embarrassment and jealousy. I was also hard.
I watched as my wife stood up and went to the edge of the stage. She reached up with both hands and grabbed each side on the slit in her t-shirt. Slowly, the cotton fabric ripped farther down the front.
Ana kept the two halves up covering her tits. She slowly spun away from the pole and walked around, making eye contact with each guy sitting at the rail.
Ana looked back at me and smiled again. I knew what was coming next. The crowd cheered as my wife cast the t-shirt aside. Her tits were now on display for everybody in the club.
Then my sexy wife dropped to her knees, wrapping her arms around her torso beneath her full tits. She started to rotate her hips as she raised her tits up and bent her head down. She stuck out her tongue, slowly circling each nipple.
A young guy in his early twenties stood at the side rail.
He peeled some bills and s**ttered the money out on the stage.
Then Ana crawled on all fours to him, her head dropped down and ass raised high in the air. The guy watched as my wife got closer.
I watched my wife pull his hand from her chest towards her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and began to lick his fingers on by one. The guy extended his middle finger and she took it in her mouth…
Anita stopped sucking on his finger and slid back onto her ass. She undid the button on her jeans and she extended her legs to the young man, offering him the chance to pull the shorts off.
The guy grabbed for them and brought them to his face, inhaling.
Underneath the denim shorts, Ana was wearing a tiny white thong.
Another guy got closer to the rail. My wife cat walked over to him…
The guy smiled, holding a five dollar bill between his teeth.
When my wife reached him, she put her hands on his head and pulled him towards her boobs. Then Ana squeezed her tits together and this young guy put the money in her cleavage. Before he pulled away, I watched as he kissed her hard nipples.
My wife rolled on her hips to another guy on the other side of the stage. She turned around and shook her ass at the guy. She grabbed the band on her thong and pulled it against her body.
The guy slid a bill between her spread ass cheeks.
Anita sat on her ass onto the floor and spread her legs in front of the guy. She ran her hands on the inside of her thighs and slowly leaned her back onto the stage. She kept her legs straight up in the air and hooked the band on her thong…
Then she slowly peeled it down her hips. When the thong was pulled down half way across her ass, she rolled over onto her stomach. She pressed her tits against the floor and slowly slid her knees to her chest. She reached over her back and ran two fingers up the crack of her ass. Her other hand slid beneath her body and started to play with her thong covered pussy.
I watched as my wife closed her knees together and slowly slide the thong down to her knees. Then she continued to dance on stage. She spread her legs, ran her fingers from her ass crack to her pussy. She ground her pussy against several of the poles. She smiled as she picked up money between her tits and ass cheeks.
Finally I watched her bend over, like the stripper before her and pick up the money off the floor. This time, the catcalls were for her.
I watched as she slowly left the stage. At each pole, she spun around for the crowd. But every time she looked me, she had a different smile for me.
This was the first time I had seen my sexy wife performing an amateur strip tease on stage.
Then I knew it should not be the last one for sure…
I was pleasantly surprised when I heard my wife's voice.
Ana told me she wanted some entertainment that night and I should meet her later at The Hole. I knew she was referring to a strip club.
The Hole was located on a side of the local highway.
I had often teased Anita about taking her there sometime and she often told me she would go. But I never took her up…
She recommended me to not be late. She would hate to think what would happen if she was all alone in a strip club. She teased me…
Two hours later I got out of the office on time and I drove to the strip club. My mind was running crazy, thinking of my slutty wife being in a strip club without my presence there.
Ana’s car was already in the parking lot.
I stepped into the club and I saw it was not so crowded.
On stage, there was a sexy red haired girl swaying her body.
She was already naked, except for her high heels and her set was finishing up. I looked out into the darkened club for my wife.
But I could not find her…
The song ended and the red haired girl bent over at the waist to pick up her tips from the rail and stage floor. In the process, she flashed her pussy and ass one more time. She blew a couple of quick kisses and scampered off the stage, her high heels clicking on the stage as she moved away seductively…
Anita was probably in the bathroom. I decided to sit away from the stage at a table to better see her in the crowd. A waitress came by and I ordered a drink.
Then the DJ announced that next girl was Shelly.
The bitch on stage was wearing a tight T-shirt, with her hard nipples poking against the thin fabric. It had a low cut, revealing her ample cleavage. Her denim shorts, also modified, were cut high on the hips and formed a thong going up the crack of her ass. She wore work boots and white socks on her feet, not the typical outfit for a dancer. A brown leather belt encircled her hips.
She swayed her body at the end of the stage, moving her hips to the low thump of the bass. Every move was accentuated. At each pole, she did a quick spin, making brief eye contact with the customers sitting at the rail.
When she finally reached the end of stage, her eyes scanned out into the crowd. It was only then did I realize I was watching at my own sensual wife on stage.
When her eyes locked into mine, she briefly stopped and let a slight smile cross her face. Then Ana resumed her role of entertaining the crowd.
She unwrapped herself from the pole and quickly squatted. Her knees straddled the pole. My wife thrust her left arm out. With her left-hand, she grabbed the pole, taking deliberate time to slowly wrap each finger around it. That was when I realized she was not wearing her wedding ring.
With her hand still grasping the pole, Ana leaned back and thrust her hips forward, gyrating against the pole. Her other hand slid up the side of her body. She playfully squeezed each nipple, making them stand out from beneath her T-shirt.
She then moved back her hand down to her pussy, slowly and deliberately rubbing herself on her hand and the pole.
A few guys were cheering my wife on. I was silent, not sure what to do. I felt flush with embarrassment and jealousy. I was also hard.
I watched as my wife stood up and went to the edge of the stage. She reached up with both hands and grabbed each side on the slit in her t-shirt. Slowly, the cotton fabric ripped farther down the front.
Ana kept the two halves up covering her tits. She slowly spun away from the pole and walked around, making eye contact with each guy sitting at the rail.
Ana looked back at me and smiled again. I knew what was coming next. The crowd cheered as my wife cast the t-shirt aside. Her tits were now on display for everybody in the club.
Then my sexy wife dropped to her knees, wrapping her arms around her torso beneath her full tits. She started to rotate her hips as she raised her tits up and bent her head down. She stuck out her tongue, slowly circling each nipple.
A young guy in his early twenties stood at the side rail.
He peeled some bills and s**ttered the money out on the stage.
Then Ana crawled on all fours to him, her head dropped down and ass raised high in the air. The guy watched as my wife got closer.
I watched my wife pull his hand from her chest towards her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and began to lick his fingers on by one. The guy extended his middle finger and she took it in her mouth…
Anita stopped sucking on his finger and slid back onto her ass. She undid the button on her jeans and she extended her legs to the young man, offering him the chance to pull the shorts off.
The guy grabbed for them and brought them to his face, inhaling.
Underneath the denim shorts, Ana was wearing a tiny white thong.
Another guy got closer to the rail. My wife cat walked over to him…
The guy smiled, holding a five dollar bill between his teeth.
When my wife reached him, she put her hands on his head and pulled him towards her boobs. Then Ana squeezed her tits together and this young guy put the money in her cleavage. Before he pulled away, I watched as he kissed her hard nipples.
My wife rolled on her hips to another guy on the other side of the stage. She turned around and shook her ass at the guy. She grabbed the band on her thong and pulled it against her body.
The guy slid a bill between her spread ass cheeks.
Anita sat on her ass onto the floor and spread her legs in front of the guy. She ran her hands on the inside of her thighs and slowly leaned her back onto the stage. She kept her legs straight up in the air and hooked the band on her thong…
Then she slowly peeled it down her hips. When the thong was pulled down half way across her ass, she rolled over onto her stomach. She pressed her tits against the floor and slowly slid her knees to her chest. She reached over her back and ran two fingers up the crack of her ass. Her other hand slid beneath her body and started to play with her thong covered pussy.
I watched as my wife closed her knees together and slowly slide the thong down to her knees. Then she continued to dance on stage. She spread her legs, ran her fingers from her ass crack to her pussy. She ground her pussy against several of the poles. She smiled as she picked up money between her tits and ass cheeks.
Finally I watched her bend over, like the stripper before her and pick up the money off the floor. This time, the catcalls were for her.
I watched as she slowly left the stage. At each pole, she spun around for the crowd. But every time she looked me, she had a different smile for me.
This was the first time I had seen my sexy wife performing an amateur strip tease on stage.
Then I knew it should not be the last one for sure…
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