Secret Stripper

Under normal circumstances, Dustin wouldn’t have agreed to go to a strip club. He was the new guy at work though, and he worried that turning down an invite to a bachelor party would have made it that much more difficult to ingratiate himself and start moving up the ladder.

He didn’t tell Paige he’d be at the strip club. He didn’t even tell her it was a bachelor party. All she knew was that some of the guys from work had invited him out for a few drinks on Saturday night.

Dustin felt bad as he pulled into the parking lot. He knew Paige wouldn’t want him at a strip club. She tended to be jealous and the idea of him watching a naked woman writhing on stage would absolutely have triggered her.

She wasn’t going to find out, though. Guys didn’t take selfies at strip clubs. He’d go in, hang out a little, try his best to bond with his new workmates and then go home to his beautiful wife. He definitely wasn’t going to get a lap dance, though he’d probably have to chip in to get the groom-to-be a few dances.

The strip club turned out to be far nicer than any Dustin had been in before. It wasn’t luxurious – it was still a place where women got naked for the pleasure of an audience of horny men – but it didn’t feel the slightest bit grimy.

He was struck by the beauty of the two women that were on stage when he stepped in, too. It was a far cry from the trashier type of girl that he’d seen on his previous trips to a strip club.

The bachelor party was already in action when he arrived and Dustin was soon seated amongst a group of his coworkers as they enjoyed the show a lean, leggy blonde girl was putting on for them. There was lots of cheering and plenty of bills shoved into her g-string.

“How about a lap dance for the groom?” one of the guys called out.

“Of course,” the stripper said as her eyes focused on the man that would be getting married a week later.

She collected the money and then everyone watched as she put on a show for the groom. Dustin was surprised at how sexy he found it. The stripper was far more talented than most he’d witnessed. Clearly they were at a higher-end strip club than any he’d ever spent time at.

It wasn’t until the groom reached up and ran his hands over the stripper’s stomach and waist that things got problematic. The girl stood up and a bouncer made his way over in no time at all.

“No touching,” he said.

“Sorry,” Dave, the groom, remarked. “I couldn’t resist.”

Dustin could see how a man could lose himself in such pleasure. Dave’s erection was so obvious everyone could see it in his pants.

“You get one warning,” the bouncer said before he walked away.

Dave looked a little embarrassed but the stripper quickly made all of that disappear as she straddled him. She leaned closer and said, “The rules aren’t quite as strict when you get a private lap dance.”

The look on her face made Dustin think she was underselling the truth. It seemed like she was offering to do something far naughtier than a lap dance, though it was hard to know for sure. Perhaps she was just trying to extract a little more money from him.

Dave didn’t take her up on the offer, though. He enjoyed the rest of his lap dance and then the beautiful blonde moved along to another group of guys as a second girl got on stage to do her show.

Dustin was surprised at how quickly the whole thing lost its sense of novelty and arousal for him. He saw all the guys staring up at the stage with money in their hands and boners in their pants and it seemed more than a little pathetic.

Dustin asked if anyone wanted another round and headed to the bar. While he waited for the bartender to come over a voice took over the loudspeaker.

“Gentlemen, the moment you’ve been waiting for has arrived. Your favorite performer is about to take the stage. She’s ready to blow your minds, so get your money out and make it rain for a seasonal change. Please welcome the beautiful Miss Summer to the stage!”

Dustin turned towards the stage to see the only stripper to warrant a personal introduction from the club DJ. He saw a tall, lean brunette strut on stage in a strappy lingerie set and black platform heels. She whipped her hair around and grabbed the silver pole before skillfully spinning around it.

The audience cheered as Summer executed a skillful move by leaping onto the pole, flipping her legs skyward, and slowly sliding down it. She gracefully slid to the stage, spun towards the audience, and spread her legs. The bachelor party cheered and Dustin found it impossible to take his eyes off the woman on stage.

The bartender delivered a tray of drinks and Dustin offered his credit card. When he turned back to the stage, Summer was standing and bent at the waist. She flipped her hair back and Dustin got a good look at her face.

In the blink of an eye his world shifted. His head spun and the only thing he could hear was his heart pounding in his chest. He recognized the woman on stage. He was married to her.

Dustin’s legs felt leaden as he tried to move from the stool. His head spun as he worked through an array of uncomfortable feelings and unanswerable questions.

Why was Paige, the woman he loved more than anything in the world, dancing at a strip club? How long had she been a stripper? How often did she dance for other men? Why hadn’t she told him about her stripping? Had she been a stripper before they got married?

After the initial shock wore off, Dustin took note of the audience’s joy at his wife’s dancing. Guys were cheering. Some made their way to the stage to offer money as a sign of their approval and overwhelming lust. Paige shook her ass at the ones that seemed to be offering larger bills.

Dustin was surprised to feel a touch of pride at the idea that his wife was so sexy that men couldn’t wait to throw money at her.

More questions popped into his head. Was Paige dancing because he didn’t give her enough attention at home? He’d been working a lot recently. Was she feeling unloved? Did she have some sort of secret spending habit that she was supporting by working as a dancer? Why the fuck was she on stage?

A loud cheer came from the audience as Paige removed her bra and showed every guy in the club her tits. Dustin expected to feel jealous and angry and was astonished to find that he felt a strange sense of arousal.

Why was he experiencing that familiar tingle between his legs? Why did it seem like his cock was trying to get hard as he watched his wife dance topless for a bunch of strangers?

After her dance ended, Paige slipped off the stage and strutted through the crowd of men seeking her attention. She found her way to the bachelor party Dustin was supposed to be a part of. A stack of bills appeared in front of her and she gathered them up and looked at the groom.

Dustin was too far away to hear what his wife was saying, but he imagined it was something naughty. What else would a stripper say to a man she was about to grind on?

Dustin remembered that Dave had gotten a boner as the blonde gave him a lap dance. Now it was his wife that would inspire that boner. Again Dustin felt an unexpected kind of arousal. Why was his dick getting hard at the idea of his wife arousing someone else?

Paige straddled Dave and rubbed her tits in his face as she lowered her lap onto his. Dustin felt a shock of lust between his legs. Those were the breasts that he usually got to play with. Those were the nipples that usually brushed over his lips.

Paige sat back and moved her hips back and forth. She ground her panty-clad pussy into Dave’s lap and Dustin was certain she must have felt the other man’s erection.

He had one too. He was hard as a rock. He was watching his wife dance for another man and he couldn’t contain his desire.

Paige stood up and took Dave’s head between her breasts for a moment before spinning around and sitting on his lap once more. She reached back and one hand moved behind his neck as she worked his cock with what Dustin knew was her perfect ass. If not for the clothes Dave was wearing it would have looked like they were fucking.

Dustin was surprised the bachelor managed to keep his hands off of Paige. The bouncer’s threat of throwing him out was clearly working because it looked like all he wanted to do was grope the beautiful woman dancing for him.

By the time it was over, Dustin felt like he’d been the one to get a lap dance. His pulse was still racing and his cock was still fairly hard in his pants.

He thought that would be the end of it, but Dave had other plans. He reached out for Paige and she turned back to him. Dave said something and Paige looked to the other guys at the bachelor party. Money was collected and offered to her. She took it and then offered her hand to Dave.

Dustin’s coworkers cheered as they watched Dave and the girl they knew as Summer walk towards the back room.

As Dustin watched his wife walk hand-in-hand with another man he couldn’t stop thinking about what the blonde stripper had said. Was Paige about to offer a sexual favor in the strip club’s back room? Was she about to go far beyond what was supposed to happen in a public establishment?

Dustin had to know what was going to happen in the back room. He grabbed the tray of drinks and dropped them off with the rest of the guys before saying he had to go to the bathroom.

On his way to the men’s room he found the blonde stripper and pulled her aside. He opened his wallet, pulled out $200, and said, “I know this is going to sound strange, but I’d like to get in the back room. I’m not going to do anything weird and I don’t want a dance or whatever else from you. I just want to get back there.”

Much to his surprise, the girl took the money, took his hand, and led him to the back room.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” was all she said before disappearing.

The back room turned out to be a lot bigger than Dustin expected. There was a fairly large main room and several smaller, curtained-off areas where the dancers presumably took their most generous clients.

The main room was almost completely dark so Dustin slowly made his way through as he looked under the curtains to try and find his wife and the man she was entertaining.

It wasn’t until he reached the far end of the room that Dustin saw shoes he recognized. He saw the high heels Paige had worn. They were right next to Dave’s shoes. She seemed to be straddling him.

A quiet moan drifted from the private area where she’d taken Dustin’s coworker. It was hers.

Dustin had to know what was happening. He moved closer. The curtain was partially open. Perhaps Paige felt like they had plenty of privacy all the way at the end of the room. All Dustin cared about was that it allowed him a chance to see what was happening.

He found a spot in the darkness that let him look into the small space where Paige was entertaining her client. He saw his wife straddling Dave just like she’d done during the lap dance.

It was different this time. Dave’s hands were on her ass. Paige still had her thong on but it seemed like touching was allowed in the back room. He wasn’t just holding her ass, either. He was playing with it. His fingers moved all over the soft flesh. He groped her. He pulled on her ass cheeks.

Paige was grinding in his lap as Dave groped her ass. Her naked breasts were in his face. Her nipple was in his mouth. He was licking and sucking on it. She was moaning for him.

“That feels so good, baby,” Paige said softly.

Dave let her nipple fall from his mouth and looked up at Dustin’s wife. “Yeah, you like that?” he asked.

“You make me feel so good,” she replied before offering her other breast.

Dave took it into his mouth and resumed playing with her ass. Dustin’s cock throbbed in his pants as he watched his wife offer herself to a man that had paid for the privilege.

Though he desperately wanted to, Dustin resisted the urge to free his cock and masturbate in the darkness. Instead, he focused his attention on watching the illicit show unfolding in front of him.

Paige stood up and turned around, just like she’d done during the lap dance. She sat in Dave’s lap and gently moved her ass over his crotch. It was slower and considerably more sensual this time. There was no music playing. This time it appeared to be fueled by lust.

Dave’s hands moved to Paige’s breasts. He squeezed them softly and played with her nipples. She turned her head and moaned for him.

Dustin watched his coworker’s hands slowly move down Paige’s body. He rubbed her taut stomach and worked his way down her thighs. She groaned in delight as his fingers moved between her legs.

When Dave’s fingers moved to her pussy, Paige didn’t stop him. He rubbed her through the thin panties she wore and she moaned louder.

Emboldened by her lust, Dave pushed his fingers into her panties. “You’re so wet,” he said.

“I wasn’t lying,” Paige whispered. “You make me feel so good.”

She moaned louder as Dave fingered her. Dustin’s cock throbbed in his pants. He couldn’t believe his eyes or his ears.

“Do I make you feel good?” Paige asked.

“Fuck yes,” Dave said breathlessly.

Paige smiled and stood up. She fell to her knees in front of Dave and unzipped his pants. She freed his cock, leaned forward, and took it into her mouth.

“Oh my god, Summer, you’re incredible,” Dave said as he closed his eyes and leaned back.

Dustin nearly fell to his knees as he watched his wife give a blowjob. She swallowed Dave’s cock with ease and her breasts bounced as her mouth bobbed up and down in the other man’s lap.

It was a slow, sensual blowjob. It wasn’t designed to make Dave cum as quickly as possible. It was designed to give him pleasure for as long as possible. It was designed to make his experience with Paige as memorable as possible.

Dustin expected it would end with the blowjob. He thought his wife would suck Dave off and swallow his cum. He was wrong.

After a few minutes of slow, sensual cocksucking Paige stood up and straddled Dave. She pulled aside her panties and took him inside her. She sank onto his cock and leaned forward so he could suck on her breasts.

“Your cock feels so good inside me,” she said.

Dave’s hands found her ass and groped her. He lifted her off his cock and dropped her back onto it. Paige rode him lustily as Dustin watched. He reached down and played with his cock through his pants. He was utterly entranced with his wife’s unexpectedly naughty behavior.

“Oh fuck,” Dave said as a look of pure bliss came over his face.

“You can cum inside me,” Paige said.

She rode Dave harder as Dustin watched from his place in the darkness. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants and he could feel the steady stream of precum making a mess.

Dave grunted and pulled Paige on top of him. He wrapped his arms tight around her and emptied his balls into her pussy.

Dustin stood there as another man came inside his wife. The impact of everything he’d watched washed over him. Not only was his wife a stripper, but she was the kind of stripper that offered favors in the back room. She was the kind of stripper that fucked a client bareback. She was the kind of stripper that had another man’s cum leaking out of her.

Paige softly kissed Dave and said, “That was wonderful.”

“You’re incredible,” Dave replied as Paige stood up.

Dustin watched some of the other man’s cum drip onto the floor before she pulled her panties over her pussy.

“Thank you,” Dave said as he zipped up.

Dustin slipped into one of the adjoining curtained-off rooms to avoid being seen by his coworker or his wife.

He was still sitting there when a pair of heels appeared on the other side of the curtain. Dustin’s heart pounded. Did someone know he was in there?

“Would you like a dance?” the girl on the other side of the curtain asked. It was Paige. Her voice was unmistakable.

Dustin stayed silent. He hoped she’d just walk away.

Instead, Paige pulled the curtain open and smiled at her husband. She stood with her legs spread and her hands on her hips.

“Would you like a dance?” she asked again. This time Dustin saw the smile on her face.

He nodded.

Paige closed the curtain behind her and straddled him. She pressed her wet, cum-stained panties into his crotch. She leaned closer and her lips hovered just a few inches from his.

“Did you like watching?” she whispered.

“Yes,” Dustin admitted.

“Naughty boy,” she said before kissing him.

Dustin lost himself in her kiss. His hands left the seat and moved over her body. He played with her perky breasts and groped her ass. He made her moan into his mouth.

Paige kissed his neck and nibbled on his ear lobe before whispering, “Do you want what he got?”

Dustin nodded as she unzipped his pants and pulled out his turgid erection. Her fingers moved up and down the precum-soaked shaft.

“Are you sure?” Paige asked.

Dustin didn’t care that she was full of someone else’s cum and that it would soon soak his cock. He wanted to fuck his stripper wife.

“Yes,” he answered.

She pulled aside her panties and sank down onto his cock. He felt the other man’s cum around him. He felt it leaking out of her pussy and down his shaft.

“Fuck,” was all he could say.

Paige smiled and bounced on his cock. She milked him with her hot, wet pussy. He kissed her breasts and listened to her soft, sensual moans.

“Cum inside me,” she said.

Hearing it from her for the second time that night made it so much more arousing. After the arousal of watching her on stage and in the back room, Dustin couldn’t last.

He grabbed Paige’s ass and came inside her. She leaned forward and smothered him with her breasts as he launched a second load of semen into her pussy.

“Naughty boy,” she said again.

Dustin smiled. “Naughty wife,” he replied.

“You have no idea.”