Sharing my Wife: The Stripper Pt. 02

Continuation from: Sharing my Wife: The Stripper

Saturday evening, Michelle was once again getting ready for her new career path as a stripper. This time, though, she asked me to take her. On the way there, I asked her if she knew what she'd be doing tonight? Anything like last week?

"They haven't said anything about it; I'm assuming I'll be dancing and stripping like the other girls this time, though. I think last week was an initiation into their little club.

She hadn't dressed in anything particularly provocative, just a short skirt and fairly low cut blouse. Probably different than she'd wear to the law office but she would to a dinner date. She hadn't brought anything with her either so I was curious about that. She told me that what she'd taken last week was still there. Yeah, I'd forgotten about that. She did come home naked after all.

For once I didn't have to pay the cover charge to get in. Michelle gave the doorman a little kiss of affection on the cheek, and I couldn't help but notice the look of puppy love on his face. I mentioned to her, "I think he's in love with you."

"Kevin? He's in love with all the girls I think."

"Well, he gave you a look like he's interested in more than just your mind."

"Mmm, he is cute, should I invite him home sometime?"

I couldn't help but grin at that thought. "It'd be his dream come true!"

"I think I'd enjoy it too, don't you think?"

"Do it sometime!" He was pretty good looking and probably, at least, ten years younger than us, most likely more. I'd love to see him and my wife together.

Michelle had told me she's the first forty-year-old in the club's history. Most of the girls are in the early to mid-twenties. Nicole, for instance, is twenty-three. Maybe they're younger I thought, but they're certainly not more attractive than my wife.

Michelle walked with me to a table set a few feet from the stage and left me there, going down the hall into the back room. I watched the girl on stage, realizing it was Aura, the girl who had given Trisha a lap dance several weeks before. She was at the pole, expertly spinning herself around it with nothing on but a pair of thong panties and matching push-up bra. I was mesmerized as she seemed to turn effortlessly without moving a muscle.

I was enjoying watching Aura when out of the corner of my eye I saw a girl coming closer carrying a drink. When I glanced over at her, I was shocked to see my wife. I hadn't known what to expect she might be doing tonight, but serving drinks never crossed my mind, especially wearing the micro, red leather shorts she had on. They couldn't have been more than two or three inches in length and were skin tight, resting low on her hips. She had on a silky, white blouse tied at her midriff showing off her sexy tummy. A pair of red high heels and red bra finished the hot package.

She walked over to my table, bringing me a diet coke and did a little pirouette, asking me, "You like?"

I looked her up and down with my lust filled eyes and couldn't do much more than shake my head up and down.

"This is what I found at The Castle last week. I never got a chance to wear them then. Since I'm serving for a while tonight, I thought it'd be perfect."

Uhh yeah, it was more than perfect. I'd never seen anything like those shorts, they hardly covered any of her butt cheeks and were tightly pulled into her pussy showing her camel toe. Between that and the blouse, it was far sexier than naked would be!

She meandered around the rapidly filling room, taking and delivering drink orders, flirting with the men, intentionally leaning over to show off her cleavage and walking to exaggerate that sexy butt. One other girl who I didn't know was serving drinks along with her. Damn, I was getting hard watching her interact with her customers. Occasionally she set her serving tray down and sat on the lap of some guy with her knees spread wide around his waist rubbing herself against his pants. I wondered how many men she'd cause to come in their pants before the night was over.

Then I realized something she'd said to me, "I'm serving for a while tonight." I wondered what that meant, what else she was going to be doing? I could hardly wait to find out.

I turned my attention back to the stage where Nicole was standing spread eagled on her tiptoes, her arms spread wide like she was reaching up for something and shaking her lace clad behind a few feet in front of me. I felt like she was putting on this show just specifically for my personal benefit. I took a ten-dollar bill, stood up and pushed it into her the back of her panties. Mmm, that little feel alone was worth the ten bucks! I couldn't help but wonder why none of the girls had taken off their bra or panties, however. Usually, they did. I looked at my watch and realized we'd already been there an hour and a half.

When Nicole's song ended, she sauntered off the stage, and the Emcee came on, "Folks, we're going to do something a little different tonight so get ready to enjoy yourselves!" Now, it sounded like it was going to get interesting. I looked around and didn't see Michelle or the other girl anywhere. None of the other girls were out on the floor either.

I kept looking, wondering what was going on when the girls started walking out onto the stage. Six girls, Michelle (i.e. Amber to the club), Nicole, Aura, Daisy (as in Daisy Duke) and I didn't know the other two names. They were wearing sexy, very expensive looking negligees, all different. Michelle was among them, wearing a tiny, pink baby doll with a pair of transparent panties that tied with a little string at her hips. She wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts and nipples clearly showed through the thin material. Oh God, she looked good! The other girls wore different types of negligees; all sexy but none of them seemed nearly as delicious as my wife. They might be younger, but she had that beauty that comes with a little more maturity and confidence in herself.

I was gaping at my wife, turning around showing off what she was wearing from all angles when the Emcee came back on, "Folks, if you like what you see, it can be purchased in whatever size you want. If we run out, we'll have the rest by next week." He went on, telling how to buy them but I wasn't listening any longer; I was watching my wife stepping down off the stage down onto the floor, walking toward me. When she got to me, she took my hands, placing them on her side to feel the soft, sexy material on her beautiful body. She said, "I want you to buy one of these, it feels so good." Damn! She didn't have to convince me, it looked good, and it felt good!

The Emcee had been explaining how to buy them, but I didn't hear it. What I did hear though is him saying, "Our girls will be circulating so you can feel how nice they are. Don't be bashful, our girls will be enjoying it as much as you will."

Michelle moved away from me, letting other people's hands roam all over her sexy body, feeling her nipples through the material and running hands over her soft butt. One lovely woman even nuzzled her face between Michelle's breasts. I couldn't take my eyes away! That is until Nicole strolled over to me with nothing but her pair of silk panties and bra. My hands roamed all over her body as she ground her hips against my hand between her legs.

The girls walked around the floor for probably forty-five minutes or so. The Emcee finally came back on explaining how to buy them again, "The girls are distributing papers with each of their names and a description of what they're wearing. Pick the one you want, the size and we'll bring them to the table and get your credit card information."

I saw the paper and pencil and marked I wanted Michelle's in a size six. They weren't cheap, a hundred fifty dollars each but it was more than worth it. I liked the one Aura was wearing too, cut low, just barely covering her nipples and tied in the front, so I splurged and marked that one too.

While everyone was considering what they wanted the Emcee came on one more time, "As a special treat, we have another little incentive. For an extra three hundred dollars, mark the 'special' box beside whatever name you want, and you'll get a chance for the actual garment that girl is wearing. You'll be able to come up on the stage and take five minutes to remove it from her." Hunh? I realized this was going to take on a whole new dimension!

I thought about the money Michelle brought home last week and decided we could afford this, so I marked the box beside Nicole's name. I'd have loved to Michelle's as well, but it was going to be more fun watching someone else with her.

The girls picked up the papers, marking each with a table number and a few minutes later started distributing packages.

I watched as Aura walked out on stage, then into the crowd and took a man's hand to lead him back onto the stage with her. Another girl, who I didn't know followed her, then my wife. Michelle was still wearing the sexy baby doll. My cock was already hard from watching the other two girls being undressed, but it grew a couple more inches when Michelle walked all the way to the back of the seating area and took the hand of a pretty, younger woman. She'd been sitting with her husband or boyfriend, and when Michelle walked up to her, she looked over at him quizzically like she had no idea what was going on, mouthing words that seemed to the effect like, "What have you done?" He smiled at her and motioned for her to go with Amber (Michelle's stage name). She looked pretty reluctant but got up and followed.

Right before they got to the stage, Michelle leaned back and whispered something in the girl's ear making her blush just a little and shake her head no. Michelle led her onto the stage, right in front of where I was sitting, and I heard her say, "You don't have to do anything you don't want, just let me know, and I'll stop." Then she leaned toward the girl, kissing her lightly. My wife closed her eyes deepening the kiss and took the girls hands, placing them on her breasts.

The girl certainly seemed to be enjoying herself as she started kissing Michelle back and caressing her breasts and nipples. Michelle moved closer to her, lips on the girl's neck and whispered again into her ear, apparently prompting her to push the straps off her shoulders. Michelle sucked on the girl's bottom lip while her straps were being taken off and let the babydoll fall around her waist and to the floor.

Michelle stepped away from it and encouraged the girl's face and lips down to her breast where she sucked on Michelle's nipple, her hands around my wife's waist. Michelle led her hands down to her little panties and pushed down slightly encouraging her to remove the panties. It was obvious both women were enjoying themselves immensely, especially when Michelle was standing completely naked and the other girl's hands were caressing her with her mouth around Michelle's nipple.

Michelle was returning the caressing favor, and I heard her ask, "Do you want to put it on?"

The poor girl looked utterly disconcerted, and I heard her little squeak, "You mean now?"

"Mmhmm, now! I know you want to. Trade clothes with me."

"But, but, I'd have to get naked!"

Michelle smiled, running her fingers over the girl's breasts lightly, "I know, sounds fun doesn't it? Besides, you're beautiful, and your husband would love it or he wouldn't have sent you up here."

Then she started unbuttoning the other girl's blouse.

I'm sure the poor girl was scared to death, but her fingers went around to the zipper at the back of her skirt and pushed it down. Michelle was standing back just a little, enough to finish unbuttoning her blouse. She pushed the top off and then reached around to unsnap her bra.

When she was standing in her pantyhose only, Michelle picked up the lingerie and slipped it on over the other girl's head and arms. "Now the rest of it," Michelle said. "I'll stand in front of you."

The young girl still had her pantyhose on and started to push it down. Michelle stood back, picking up the little lingerie panties and handed them to her when she'd removed her pantyhose.

It was hard not to be turned on. Michelle had coaxed this gorgeous, innocent, young girl into stripping nearly naked in front of everyone. I know Michelle could empathize with how scared the girl was since it was only a few months ago she'd been on that stage the first time. Her husband had to be going out of his mind. I know Michelle's husband was her first time!

When the girl had the little, transparent panties on, Michelle took her by the hand and led her one time around the stage. The poor girl looked scared to death but seemed to be enjoying every second. When Michelle and the girl were back in front of me where her clothes were still on the floor, Michelle asked her to wait while she got dressed. Then Michelle looked around and asked me if she could borrow my chair since there wasn't an empty one anywhere. I set it on the stage for her, and she sat down reaching for the pantyhose.

I think it's every bit as sexy watching a girl getting dressed as undressed, especially it seemed, getting dressed in another woman's clothes in front of a crowd of a couple hundred or so. Michelle was proving that point as she rolled the nylons up one leg, and then the other, not making effort to hide her bare pussy. She picked up the bra. It was a little small for Michelle, her breasts barely fitting into it, squeezing them quite a bit. The blouse and skirt were both a little small and squeezed Michelle's body very sexily.

When Michelle had finished putting the girl's clothes on, she escorted her new protégé back to her husband to the stares of the crowd. When the poor, embarrassed girl sat back down, she hid her blushing face in her hands, but her guy was grinning ear to ear! It seemed apparent that they'd likely have a good night after getting home.

I was still waiting for Nicole's appearance, to be de-clothed of her lingerie (Hey, I invented a new word!). When she did, I was more than a little disappointed that someone else had won the lottery prize of taking off her bra and panties. I watched, enjoying the show, but thinking how much more fun it would be if it'd been me on the stage with her.

While I was watching, Michelle returned wearing the tight micro shorts again and returned the girls clothes to her. A few minutes later Michelle told me it was time for us to go home, so she retrieved her clothing bag and coat.

On our way home, Michelle leaned over to me and said, "I'm horny, you need to hurry!"

She didn't need to tell me that twice! Unfortunately, there is a speed limit on Washington freeways, seventy mph. Fortunately for me, there weren't any police out that late at night.

Our kitchen table won't ever seem quite the same to me again. Michelle sat on it and told me to take off her bra and shorts, then wanted me on my knees in front of her with her legs up over my shoulder. My mama didn't raise a dummy! I buried my face in my wife's naked pussy and tasted how wet she was, making her lean her head back and moan. It only took a few moments before she was writhing and rubbing her pussy into my mouth as she cried out my name.

My cock had been hard all night, and this little meal certainly hadn't made me any softer! I simply couldn't take it any longer; I had to be inside her. I stood up, Michelle's legs still across my shoulder and slid my cock inside her juicy, wet pussy. Oh God, it felt good from this position with Michelle's legs bent up and over my shoulders, so deep inside her! Michelle was moaning as well, obviously enjoying this as much as I was.

Then I had a thought, it doesn't often happen while we're making love, but this time it did. I reached around her shoulders and pulled her body up toward me, so she was literally jackknifed. Holy shit, what a feeling! When I plunged in and out of her now the friction was entirely different, something I'd never felt before and so damn good! It felt more like I was reaching into her inner soul. Michelle's reaction also changed, she started panting and whimpering, hardly able to breathe. Combining this new position with both our extreme arousal from Michelle at the strip club and it only took a couple of thrusts until we were both coming harder than I ever remembered, bodies violently spasming and my spurts of ecstasy going on and on!

Michelle collapsed and as I lay her back down on the table, her legs slid off my shoulders letting me fall over her body. We stayed like that for several minutes until I was able to stand and helped her up so we could stumble down the hall and into our bed. That dining table now has very distinct memories that will last us the rest of our lives. We'll never be able to eat another meal at it without remembering that night.