My Stripper Hotwife
Publisher: Boruma Publishing
He heard clothing being stripped off, and his wife moaning. Knowing men were excited by her beautiful body fulfilled a need deep inside her, an insatiable lust to be taken and used. He’d started this, but how long can Ryan battle his own jealousy, rage, and hot longing while she’s taken hard and fast by multiple hot studs?
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Monday was amateur night. Cecil called, and sent both of us a copy of the flyer with a message saying: ‘Hope you sign up!’
The messages led to several long discussions between us. I knew Madison wanted to do it. But even with my permission she was having a hard time letting herself go.
While she debated with herself, I asked Cecil to send me a few videos of women dancing so Madison could practice. It was electrifying to see my wife dancing like a stripper.
By the weekend, she looked as good as any of the professionals. She had an outfit picked out, and a song list. The only thing she hadn’t been able to perfect was using the pole. I acted as a member of the audience and would alternate tipping her and grabbing for her. She got good at avoiding my touch.
She was still undecided by Sunday. “I want you to do it,” I said.
“I want to do it too, but I’m unsure. What if I see Rocky? What if you… I don’t know, don’t respect me anymore?” She smiled at me. “Did that sound as silly to you is it did to me?”
I was laughing along with her, “Yes, it kind of did.”
I sent the registration to Cecil, and on Monday night we drove across the bridge to his club. There was a good crowd, the regular girls were still working but the main stage would just be used for the amateur dancing.
There weren’t many competitors. A woman who was trying out for a job at the club, two wives who were dancing on a dare, and Madison. One dancer would be eliminated after each set. By the final, my wife and the woman trying out for the club were both exhausted, but excited.
Before Madison went out for her final dance, I ran my hand between her legs and came away covered in her wetness. “Do me, Ryan.”
She was so turned on, her excitement carried over to the dance. She moved like she was having sex and as though she were inviting every man watching to take her. She was slow moving out of the way of men trying to touch her, and more than one got their hands on her breasts or legs before the bouncers could stop them.
Cecil was standing next to me as we watched. “She’s going to win,” he said. “You think she’d ever dance here on a regular basis?”
I turned to look at him in surprise. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, I’m serious. She likes showing off her body, doesn’t she?”
I turned away to watch my naked wife, with her legs together, bending to gather up her discarded clothing as the applause washed over her. She looked up to smile at the crowd and to perform a mock bow, which had the effect of making her breasts swing, which just generated even more applause.
Madison gave me a huge hug and kiss before disappearing into the dressing room. I had a chance to check just how wet she’d become before losing sight of her.
I was excited for her, but I didn’t know what to think of Cecil’s offer. I had a lot of time to think about it. Madison didn’t come right back to the table. I was left sitting for almost two hours with no idea where she was.
I walked around the club trying to spot either Rocky or Cecil, I even knocked on Cecil’s office door and tried the knob without success. I could have sworn I heard a woman moan, but his office was so close to the VIP Room, it might not have meant anything.
The other women had no idea where Madison had gone. One of the wives told me she’d been talking to Cecil, but she thought it was about the contest.