A Strip Club Encounter that Went Too Far

I found this story somewhere on this site and just did a second draft of it. Enjoyed the premise, so all props to the original author, just wanted to try something different.

Amateur Night

It was one of those nights where my wife and me went for happy hour in the afternoon. We got pretty buzzed by 8 pm. We were on the way back home and took a detour to avoid traffic. In the path of the detour was a strip joint. My wife egged me on about visiting the strip joint and thought it would adventurous for both of us. I always complained about me and her being kinky and doing wild things. She wanted to prove that she wasn’t a prude. She was feeling tipsy and it helped in her opening up. So I found parking easily and we both went in.

Once in there we realized it was “Amateur Night”, meaning they had night for regular girls to strut their stuff. They were able to make money as well if the guys offered. There was also a contest for the amateur girls and first place would win $250. It was ten dollars to get in and I asked my wife jokingly if she wanted too. She gave me a sly look and said no. We sat away from the crowd and stage; we had our own love seats.

We got some more drinks and observed the action on stage. There were about 6 professional strippers they were different kinds; black, Asian, and Spanish. My wife asked if they were hot and I replied, “They are not bad“ with a smile. She gasped at my answer but continue to observe the girls. My wife has a thing for girl’s butts, she loves them nice and curvy. She was busy checking out one girl in particular, a Spanish girl she seemed to be Puerto Rican. Nice and big tanned ass, it was oiled up. Her tits were a B cup but round and firm. She had a pretty face to match and her hair had highlights as well. I was ogling her alongside my girl.

She caught that and asked, “You think she is hot?”

I didn’t answer to avoid an argument. She continued, “Do you think I'm still hot? Hot enough to be a stripper?”

I quickly answered yes to those questions. She was glad with my responses. Then she said, “Why don’t I do it right here for you?”

I was stunned at her intentions. It was practically a dare for me. I would always push her about being sexy and this was her chance to prove to me that she was game. I felt a bit awkward about her stripping down in front of others, but at the same time it turned me on. Maybe she was bluffing but the only way to find out is by agreeing to her proposal. So I didn’t chicken out and said, “Sure show me what you got.”

My wife didn’t even say a word and smiled. She got up and started to dance in front of me. She was dancing to some hip-hops songs being played. She moved her hips to the beat of the song. Her hand was caressing her clothed body and she was being very sensual. She smiled hard as she teasingly started to raise her white sweater. Her flesh was being exposed; each inch was agony to watch. Within 10 seconds her top was over her white bra. Once over her breasts she pulled the garment off and chucked it to the corner.

My wife’s next goal was to remove her black tights that she was wearing. She first turned her back to me and then bends over to touch the floor. Her tight clad ass pointing at my face, she wiggled her ass to tease. She toyed with the waistband of the tights and asked looking over her shoulder “You sure baby? You really want me to do this?”

All I could do is nod for approval. She forgot to take off her black high heels in order to remove her tights. She almost lost her balance in doing so but got it off. Next her black tights were sliding down her thick smooth thighs and legs. She threw her tights to the corner as well and put back on her heels. My hard on was straining under my jeans as she turned to face me.

There was my sexy, curvy 30 year old wife half naked in a strip club. She was wearing white bra and white satin panties to match. Her black high heels on which made her look 5’9 in height. Let me describe my girl; she is about 5’7 and 125 pounds, weight distributed in all the right places. She has 34 C size cup tits, a nice round plump ass, nice thick smooth thighs, flat tummy with a belly ring, and nice legs. Her hairstyle is a wild mane of dark brown and jet black streaks. Her skin tone is like soft creamy white.
She was standing up and looking down on me with her hands on her hips.

I was speechless but she felt in control and confident. Her high heels clicked as she came towards me and then she straddled my lap. She winked and started to grind on my crotch. Her bra covered breast brushing my chest and my hand was touching her smooth but cold thighs.

I whispered to her, “Damn you're turning me on. I want to take you home and fuck you.”

Just then some of the older guys from afar chanted, “Take it off, take it off.” One of the guys told me to offer her money to take off her bra. They were eager to see her perfect 34 C size titties. My wife just laughed off their lewd comments. I ignored it too, I was just about to go around and cup my girl’s gorgeous fat ass as she was breathing down my neck.

Just then in the corner of my eye, I saw my boss from my new job and his business partner friend with him. I didn’t know if he saw me, but I quickly informed my wife of the situation. Her head was facing towards the crowd below and observing for me. I was looking the other way to avoid any further eye contact with my boss. How embarrassing it would be if he found out this was my wife and she is half naked in front of him and this entire strip club. I could never look at him in the face without losing any pride.

My girl asked for his description and I described what he was wearing. She then told me “Hey babe, I think he is coming this way. What should we do?!”

I said, “This would be so embarrassing if he found out who you are.” I panicked and whispered in her ear “Act like you’re a stripper here. He's never seen you before, so just play along.”

Before she could reply I heard supposed say, “Hey Johnny boy, what you doing here? I thought I saw you before so I came over here to make sure.”

My name is John; my boss’s name is Lance. He is an obnoxious older Italian guy. He is about my height but is a bit more built; he works out to stay in shape for the ladies. He thinks he is a ladies man and thinks he is a God’s gift to woman. He is about 42 years old and has a girlfriend of several years and they have an open relationship which as he tells it, means they can both have sex with other women. So he can organize the occasion threesome and cheats all the time but his girlfriend never sleeps with other men.

His business partner and my boss’s friend Joel is a geeky older guy with glasses and shorter at 5’6.

It was a small company and I had only been working for them for the last six months. Lance was a slimy underhanded business man. The kind who steals and cheats and lies to get ahead. The company had fallen on hard times and he actually owed me a couple paychecks. I would have quit but in truth there aren't many jobs like this out there right now and this was better than nothing. I wasn't surprised that he would hang out in a scummy strip club like this.

So I started to reply to Lance and Joel as my wife started to dismount my lap. I told them, “Oh I am here with some of my buddies, trying to take a load off.”

Lance replied, “I know what you mean.” He said that by ogling at my wife’s half naked body from head to toe. He then asked “Who is this lovely lady?” by taking her hand and twirling her around 360º.

She blushed and I said, “Oh….umm this is Candy. She was just giving me a lap dance.”

He grinned and took her same hand and placed a kiss. He told her, “Hey sweetie, why don’t you come over here and sit with me? I got more bills than Johnny boy. I am his boss at work. Isn’t that right Johnny?”

I could only reply a “yes”. He sat on the love seat next to me and patted his right leg for my wife to sit on. She nervously smiled and sat down on his right leg.

He looked up at her and said, “Us older guys usually have the most money and experience. So if you want to make some money, youre in the right place.”

My wife hated pigish men and her sarcastic reply was, “Oh is that right, so you're like a sugar daddy?”

He replied, “Yeah if you want me to be and if you do all the right moves.” He finished with a wink.

My wife was a bit stiff sitting on his leg and looked uncomfortable. She crossed her legs to hide her camel toe panties, but at the same time her legs looked long and sexy.

Lance asked her, “You look a little uncomfortable. Are you new here? I never saw you before.”

Her answer was yes and that she started the other day. He said, ”I thought you were, but you’re in good hands baby. I will break you in slowly.”

His right hand was behind her back and making small circles. His left hand began caressing her smooth thighs. He quickly said, “Oh baby you have some smooth thighs, but your body is freezing. Let me warm you up.”

His left hand was rubbing up and down her legs. He was admiring her tits, his face was eye level with them. Joel returned with two tall drinks of whiskey. Lance was now busy trying to open my wife’s legs with his left hand. He tried to stick it between her mid thighs, but she showed some sign of restraint.

Lance then took his drink and offered my girl to drink saying, “Sweetie take a long sip and make sure the security doesn’t see. I don’t want you getting in trouble for drinking on the job.”

He urged her and she took his offer. She inhaled almost half of the cup; I think she needed some encouragement to get through this ordeal. He then took the cup and started to slide the cup up and down on her legs and thighs. This made her skin feel even colder, her nipples popping out of her bra. She was almost quivering in his lap.

He teased her, “I could stop doing that if you could open up those sexy legs of yours.” He asked, “Can you?”

She opened her mouth to say something but she was breathing hard. She could only nod and then she slowly uncrossed her legs and opened them for him. Now with his free hand he made small circles in her inner thighs and was inching higher. He went extremely slow and my wife was watching intently at his fingers. She was anticipating his fingers going for her pussy.

He took his time before he covered his whole hand over her panty-covered pussy. He groped it hard; he felt her mound and the material of her panties. My wife slightly bit her lower lip from his touches. Lance told her, “Candy you must love your job, cause you're wet through your panties.”

He could clearly see her pussy outline and openly traced her vagina lips and clitoris. She briefly closed her eyes from contact from those parts. He then went up to her belly button to play with her belly ring and then got a quick squeeze of her tits. He complimented my wife on the size of her tits and how big and natural they are.

Lance requested again for her to drink and to finish the drink, and she did. He then said “Why don’t you get fully on my lap and give the same attention you gave Johnny boy over there?”

She looked at me briefly before she got up and straddled my bosses lap! Within seconds she was grinding on his lap while my boss sat back and enjoyed the dry humping. My wife was doing a good job grinding her pelvis against his groin and soon was rubbing her tits against his chest. My bosses’ hand was all over her panty clad ass, he was squeezing her ass cheeks.

He was talking dirty to her saying, “Can you feel that bad boy down there poking you? I think he likes you!”

She didn’t respond but kept gyrating on him, her tits in his face now. Lance gave a quick peck on the tops of her cleavage. She didn’t mind cause she was too busy trying to do a good job. Her goal was to get him off her back. At least that's what I assumed. Maybe she was pissed off that I would put her through all this. But it all failed when Lance told her to stop and motioned her to get up.

He then got up and announced to her and Joel, “That was not bad, I actually enjoyed that. Well then let me take you to the champagne room to test you out some more.”

He finished with a wink and wrapped his arm around my wife’s arm. He whisked my girl away and she turned her head over her shoulders, she was looking at me with a worried look. I now saw her 5’9 frame walk away from me only wearing a pair of satin panties and white bra. Her ass was swaying away from me. I could see her big ass cheeks peeking out of her panties. Her high heels were clicking away with my boss to the champagne room.

I was worried what my boss was going to do with her. He did mention about “Testing”, what is that about? Why does he need private session with her? Do people really have sex in the champagne room? All these thoughts crossed my mind along with if my girl would continue with her act. While Joel went towards the stage area, I panicked and I followed in pursuit towards the champagne room. A big black security guard met me there. He questioned me where I was going as I saw my girl and my boss go into a room.

I took a deep breath and started to explain my situation. When I was done explaining, he said with a laugh “Damn homie that sucks. But I can’t do anything for you, because she didn’t go in there against her will. So its all fair game.”

I had nothing to say to that but he saw the stress on my face. He then informed about their security cameras in each room along with listening devices. He said I could use it if I behave or he would kick my ass. He also told me that he was going to take a quick break. So I was left alone to visualize everything that was going on in that room. I guess they had these cameras and listening devices to protect the strippers from guys that get out of hand.

The scene before me is my boss sitting on the love seat and he invited my wife to sit on his lap again. But this time he told her turn her back to him. She did and plotted her ass on his lap. He asked to continue with what she was doing before. She was slowly rotating her hips and he asked her to lie back on his chest. She did hesitantly and then Lance started to have a conversation with her.

He asked her if she did anything else for a living. My girl mentioned she was trying to get into a competitive nursing school but she really wanted to be an actress or a model. Lance agreed that would be a good career move for her.

There was silence in between and then Lance continued asking if she had done any modeling shoots or music videos. I thought this wasn’t bad and seemed harmless. She said no and quickly Lance shot back, “You know the reason I ask, is because my buddy Joel hires models all the time. Maybe he could give you a job.”

My wife was thrilled from hearing that. Lance was manipulating my wife’s mind; he was giving her hope for what? Lance and Joel did hire models when they did trade shows to walk the convention floors in skimpy outfits, flirt with customers, make cheap web commercials and my wife knew that as I had mentioned it to her before so she believed him. I'm sure a little extra money sounded pretty good since I never seemed to have any money.

What she didn't know is that Lance owed me money that he didn't have and that his business was not doing well at all. Suppliers and customers were owed money and was fielding calls from creditors daily at the office. In fact, the dirty dollar bills that he was stuffing into my wife's thong was technically my money. But she didn't know any of this.

Joel is just one of the many people who invested money in Lance's business. He didn't have much money either. My wife was not aware of that, but only knew Lance is my boss. He owned the company.

I was actually shocked at my wife's attitude toward Lance. She always told me she hated braggers, she said she hated chauvinists and yet here in the privacy of the champagne room she was responsive to his advances. Was I reading too much into it? Was she just acting? Was she mad or happy that I put her in this position? Was she thinking about me at all? How many drinks were in her now?

Lance was having this conversation while he felt up her thighs, pussy, and tits. He must have covered almost every inch of her body, but my wife didn’t mind. She was being comfortable now and busy being distracted from the convo and the great news. He then asked about her love life and asked if she had a boyfriend. She lied about that and said no. I guess to cover for me. He said that’s a shame by whispering in her ear and then nibbled on her earlobe. She pulled her head away from that. Lance then told her to get up and shake that beautiful ass of hers.

She got up and danced to the music blaring in the background. Her ass pointing out and was wiggling for his enjoyment. He encouraged her by saying array of complements about her ass and body and throwing more of my money at her feet. This made her dance raunchier. Her face was turned away from him.

Lance pulled off a sneaky move by unbuttoning his pants and pulling it down with his underwear. He whipped his cock out and started stroking it. My wife didn’t notice until she slowed danced her way back to face him. She opened her mouth from shock and questioned his actions. His reply was that it was customary for actions like this to take place in the champagne room and that he is a paying customer.

She didn’t know what to say and had to play the role. He reassured her that he was going to jerk his cock while she danced. So she continued dancing in front of him and in the meantime glancing at his hard-on. He was about eight inches but thick. My wife was definitely looking at it.

Lance suggested, “Why don’t you get on your knees? I mean it would look very sexy to me. Just sit there while I admire your beautiful face and body.”

So she got on her knees and her face was a foot away from his dick. She was eye level and got a better look. He caught her stares and she weakly smiled. He stroked his cock for a while; it was an awkward moment for my girl but he was grinning. Where else could she look? She wasn't even dancing anymore. She became the voyeur now with a front row seat, close enough to smell the sex in the air.

Lance then got some lube to the right of him, the room had provided. He asked my wife, “Won’t you be a darling and spread this lube all over? It could really help me get off and plus I don’t want this stuff all over my hands.”

With that he squirted a good amount onto his cock. He looked her hard in the face and she felt obligated in some way to do it. Her right hand reached the head of his cock and began to glide up and down on it!

I was shocked and my stomach was turning in knots. Her hand was now coated with the lube and she did her best to spread the lube all over. Some lube leaked to his balls.

Lance said, “Oh man that feels good. Your soft hand with that lube is excellent.”

A good three minutes passed from her stroking his cock with lube. His cock was now glistening with the lube. Lance looked at the bottle of lube and said, “Oh this lube is strawberry flavor. Hey sweetie why don’t you taste it?”

My wife pulled her hand away and licked the tip of her index finger. Lance quickly corrected her saying “Not like that hun, over here.” He then twitched his cock to get her attention.

My wife laughed and said “Haha your very funny mister. You’re a sneaky guy aren’t you?”

She paused and said that she couldn’t. Lance reached for his wallet and took out some bills. If he could spend this kind of money on cheap strippers I wondered why he wasn't paying me, but I was hardly in a position to say anything about it now that my wife had given him a hand job in the back room of this club.

He said “I will give 50 dollars for you to take off your bra and to take some licks off my cock. Plus I will make sure Joel gives you a modeling gig and maybe a little commercial work.”

The wheels were turning in my girl’s head. Lance pestered “Come on now, this is the champagne room. It will be quick and easy money. Remember I am a paying customer.”

My wife was playing a role for me but now she sees an incentive for herself. The next minute I see her right hand at the base of his cock, and her head moved towards his unit. She now began licking the head of his cock! Lance relaxed back in his seat and put the money and wallet at

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