I have a painful story to tell, so please bear with me. My name is John Goodson, and I worked as an accountant for many years at various nonprofits. Well, the recent recession put a lot of strain on the nonprofit world, and I found myself laid off. I tried finding a job for a long time, but it seemed that my skills were out of date and I simply couldn’t find a job. I decided to take a class in QuickBooks but it didn’t help. Meanwhile my wife, Sarah, took a job at the library, but it paid very little and we were starting to get worried as we dipped deeper and deeper into our retirement accounts.
One day my brother Ed and his wife Candy were over for dinner and we were discussing the problem.
“So wait, how much do you make at the library?” asked Candy as she and Sarah cleared the plates from the table.
“Oh boy, don’t ask,” chuckled my wife, shaking her head.
“Honey, you’ve got such a marvelous figure, we should get you a job as a cocktail waitress,” gushed Candy, tapping Sarah’s leg for emphasis.
I grimaced at Candy with distaste. I hate to say it, but she was a very low class woman and our entire family was mortified when my brother married her. They had met at a strip club where Candy had been working as a dancer and our sister, June simply refused to attend the wedding at all, she was so scandalized. But Ed and I were close, and I understood that he was really too awkward and shy to meet women through more normal channels, so I forgave him. Still, his wife was difficult to deal with sometimes.
Sarah just laughed in response to Candy’s suggestion. “Candy, dear, I’ve never waited tables. I simply am not qualified.”
“Oh nonsense, darling, those boobs of yours are all the qualifications you are going to need.”
Ed laughed out loud as Sarah touched her breasts thoughtfully, weighing them in her hands.
“Pretty hefty knockers,” blurted out my brother, his face turning red with excitement. He always did have a bit of Tourette’s syndrome and was prone to involuntary and inappropriate comments.
Candy guffawed with glee at her husband’s rude comment, but Sarah just smiled at me and shook her head. She knew how Ed got sometimes.
“My breasts are none of your concern, Ed. You have a wife of your own who is perfectly well-endowed,” said my wife. “But really, Candy, can we change the subject? I mean, I’m no prude, but I can’t really see myself working in a bar wearing a little dress at my age.”
“Not a bar, honey, you need to work in a strip club,” exclaimed Candy. “And before you say no,” she said hurriedly, holding up her hands to stave off our objections. “Picture yourself taking home $300 a night in tips.”
“$300 a night!” I spat in derision. “I don’t believe it.”
“John, don’t forget, I used to work in that business and I still know club owners. That’s a conservative estimate,” said Candy, drawing herself up smugly.
I was silenced by her confidence and I could tell that Sarah was surprised at the wage. “But that’s just for the younger girls I’m sure,” said my wife, obviously intrigued at this point.
“Honey, don’t you worry about that, you look great. Why you look like you’re still in your 30’s. Besides, it’s not the looks that get you money in that job. You just have to talk to the guys and team up with the dancers to sell those drinks. And believe me, an older confident lady like yourself will be able to handle those fellows way better than the nervous young girls in there. Why half of those younger girls can’t even get up the nerve to flirt with the customers.”
“Why what makes you think I have the nerve to flirt with strange men in a strip club, Candy?” gasped my wife, putting her hand to her chest in surprise. But there was a twinkle in her eye as she said it that made me feel nervous.
“I’ve got a hunch about you,” said Candy, wagging a finger at my wife and squinting at her playfully. “My father always told me to watch out for the quiet ones.”
“Well, what do you think, John?” asked my wife with a sigh. “Should I give a go?”
“Sarah, you can’t be serious?” I stammered, shocked that it had come to this.
“Frankly, dear. The way we are drawing down our savings is really alarming. If the pay is as good as Candy claims, why we would be back to the income level we had when you were working. It would make me a lot less worried about our future.”
“But what if you don’t like it?” I asked skeptically.
“Well for that amount of money, I will grin and bear it.”
“That’s the spirit, dear,” chimed in Candy, clapping her hands in delight. “But it’s not so bad. You might actually get a kick out of it. I’ll make some phone calls and find you a spot at a nice place.”
And Candy was true to her word. The very next day, she arranged for Sarah to go for an interview at an upscale gentlemen’s club downtown.
“Uh, Sarah, I am quite uncomfortable about the whole thing really,” I told my wife as she put on makeup to go to the interview. “I mean, I don’t like the idea of these strange men ogling you in a skimpy cocktail dress.” But as soon as I said it, I actually felt my penis stiffen unaccountably at the thought, which was extremely embarrassing.
“Please, John, I am nervous enough as it is,” said Sarah pausing as she applied her lipstick. “And if I may say so, if you hadn’t lost your job we wouldn’t be in this position.” She cast me an annoyed look that lasted just a moment as she saw my face redden in shame. “Oh, John, I’m sorry, darling, I didn’t mean it. You took wonderful care of me all these years. Now it’s my turn to pull my weight and bring home the bacon for a while. I don’t mind it. Let’s just try to be strong for each other, shall we?” She smiled at me and touched my cheek with her hand. I looked her up and down, noticing that she chose a modest dress that still showed off her slim figure and large bosom to good effect.
“Well you do look simply smashing, and the men will all be falling over themselves to give you tips.”
“Thank you darling, you give me confidence,” said my wife, and off she went to her interview.
She was gone for several hours and I was starting to get worried when she finally arrived home, breathless and bright eyed, with her cheeks glowing a rosy red that I hadn’t seen in years.
“My goodness, Sarah, what took so long? I thought this was just an interview!” I exclaimed.
“I’m so sorry, darling, but it was quite a whirlwind of activity once I got there,” she said, rushing over to the couch and throwing herself down dramatically by my side. Her hair was done up in a curly style I hadn’t seen before and I realized she was wearing garish stage makeup.
“Look at you dear, what happened to your hair and makeup?” I asked in dismay.
“Let me start from the beginning,” she said, tossing her purse aside and leaning back in the couch. “When I arrived, Tony and Chico, the managers interviewed me for just a few minutes and then asked to see me in the cocktail server outfit. They held up a tiny dress and stockings and asked me to get changed. I asked them where I could go to have some privacy and they just laughed and said I should change right there in their office while they watched.” She gave me a bashful look at this point as I felt the blood drain from my face.
“You can’t be serious,” I stammered.
Sarah reached out and grabbed my hand to comfort me. “Now darling, imagine how I felt. I am a grown women, but these two young fellows had me blushing like a schoolgirl. I told them that I thought this request was very inappropriate, but they just laughed and told me that if I couldn’t strip to my underwear for them, then I probably wouldn’t be able to handle the job. Now I felt challenged by that, and I wanted to prove my mettle, so I stood facing them and took my dress right off while they watched.”
“I know, darling, aren’t I scandalous!” giggled Sarah, slapping my thigh gaily. “And those two scoundrels just drank in the sight of me in my underwear and simply growled their approval. I have to say, it was quite flattering for an old lady like myself.”
“Now honey, you are only 42 after all, and you still have a wonderful figure,” I said, sensing that this was the thing to say at that moment.
“Oh, yes, apparently I do from the reaction I got from Tony and Chico,” she said, tossing her hair playfully. “Anyway, as they watched me put on the fishnet stockings that are part of the uniform for the cocktail waitresses, they asked me if I wouldn’t prefer to take a position as an erotic dancer.”
I just laughed out loud at the thought of my meek wife dancing on a pole for a bunch of crass boors.
“Why are you laughing?” she asked drawing herself up indignantly. “You just said that I have a nice figure, and I did take all those dance lessons.”
“Dance lessons?” I laughed. “What does ballroom dancing have to do with stripping in a club?”
My wife blushed and said nothing, casting her eyes downward.
“Come now, dear, this is really beyond the pale. Stripping nude on stage for strange men? You can’t seriously be considering this?”
“Darling, you haven’t heard how much it earns,” she said solemnly, nodding her head at me.
“But, but, there is more to life than money, isn’t there?” I was feeling very nervous at this point, amazed that she seemed to be seriously considering this.
“Well of course dear, but actually, I was intrigued by the idea. It might be exciting. Maybe I’ve been too conservative, sexually.”
“Now wait a minute, I won’t have my wife getting naked in front of strange men. It just isn’t proper!”
“Now look here, John Goodson, I may be your wife, but I am a grown woman, and I can make my own decisions about what sort of work I try,” said Sarah drawing herself upright and tilting her chin up defiantly. “The fact is that men will pay inexplicable sums just to look at a woman’s boobies. I could make as much in one week as an entire month at the library. And though I always thought strip clubs would be seedy and gross, Tony and Chico’s place was quite classy, with a better sort of clientele.”
“Sarah, I am simply flabbergasted that you would consider this. What if someone we know saw you there?”
“Come now, John. Do you really think any of our friends frequent gentlemen’s clubs in the city? I find that far-fetched. Besides, if any man we know asked me what I was doing there, I could very well ask him the same question and then threaten to tell his wife!” Sarah broke out laughing with devilish twinkle in her eye and slapped my thigh again. “Come now John, don’t be a stick in the mud, let your old wife have a bit of a midlife spree. I will just try it for a few weeks to see how it goes.”
I looked at Sarah’s merry expression and felt quite conflicted. “I have to admit Sarah, this makes me jealous to think of you stripping naked for other men, but I guess it’s also sort of racy in a way. Maybe I’ve taken you too much for granted after all these years.”
“Well if you want to hear something racy, let me tell you what happened when Tony and Chico convinced me to do an audition for them, stripping on stage.” Sarah wriggled with excitement at the thought.
“What, you did that today?” I gasped.
“Yep,” said Sarah with a smug little smile. “I climbed right on stage in my underwear and fishnets and did a little foxtrot. I teased them a bit, unsnapping my bra and holding it in front of my boobs and making as though to take it off before pulling it back in place at the last minute. Then I dropped the bra but covered up my nipples with my hands. Then I covered my breasts with one hand while inching down my panties with the other. I covered my vagina with one hand and wiggled my panties down to my ankles by shaking my hips, and then I finally let them see it all at once, throwing my hands in the air for a grand finale. They simply loved it and shouted and clapped with excitement. They said that a lot of the younger girls didn’t do enough teasing, but that really makes it fun I think.”
“I can’t believe you did that!” I said, my mouth dry. I had developed a painful erection as my wife’s story progressed. “I have to admit it was a titillating tale.”
“So I see,” exclaimed Sarah, noticing the bulge in my pants. “Here, let me help you with that.” And then she unzipped my fly, pulled out my penis and started sucking it right away. After a moment, she pulled my dick from her mouth and swung her leg over to straddle me. My erection pushed right inside her hot wet pussy and we both groaned with pleasure. As she started bouncing up and down on my cock, I had a thought.
“Wait, you aren’t wearing any panties,” I said.
“Nope, Chico asked if he could keep them as a memento, that cheeky fellow,” she panted.
Soon I was spurting my cum inside her, gripping her soft round ass in ecstasy as she fingered herself to climax with me. She jumped off of my deflating cock agilely and pulled the hem of her dress down.
“Alrighty then, what should I make for dinner? Steak?” She skipped off to the kitchen to fix dinner as I shook my head with bemusement.
The next day, she started her new job and I felt awkward waiting at home for her to return. I kept imagining her stripping naked for strange men and I kept getting embarrassing erections at the thought even though my gut was churning with anxiety, jealousy, and shame. I couldn’t relax and kept wandering around the house in a distracted state, rubbing my sweaty palms on the thighs of my trousers trying to dry them.
When she finally arrived home after her first shift, I had to force myself to sit down and pretend to read a book to keep myself from running to greet her at the front door, which would have seemed strange and needy.
Sarah had a strange swagger to her step as she entered the living room and joined me on the couch. Her cheeks glowed with excitement again and she held her chin a bit higher than normal. She seemed confident, almost haughty.
“Well, you seem quite pleased with yourself, young lady,” I said, teasing her and putting aside my book, which I realized I had been holding upside down.
“Yes, well, this job looks to be even more lucrative than I imagined,” she said, pulling a fat roll of bills from her purse and tossing it on the table. “I made more money than any of the younger girls, and they all crowded around me asking for pointers by the end of the night.”
“Really?” I said, grabbing the roll and thumbing through it, impressed by the number of 20’s and 50’s in the wad of cash. “What’s your secret?”
My wife gave me a devilish look and leaned forward to confide in me. “Well first of all, I don’t just ignore the fellows who hold up smaller bills, I taunt them and play them off against one another. If one client holds up a five dollar bill, I point to the guy waving a twenty and tease him for being cheap. I made a lot of crude jokes equating the size of bills to penis sizes.”
“Oh goodness,” I laughed. “That doesn’t sound like you.” I relished the idea of my normally quiet wife manipulating these strip club denizens. It was a side of her I never would have guessed at.
“Well the whiskey helped, I must admit,” she chuckled. “Also, I make sure to only flash my naked body a little bit and I cover right up again. I make them pay for every little flash of nipple or, uh, flash of pink.” She blushed deeply as she said this.
“Flash of pink?” I gulped, my throat constricting and my mouth going dry.
“I know, darling. Try not to think about it too much. This is simply a shameless profession,” she said taking my hand and giving me a look of concern. “Especially this whole VIP room business. But I have to admit, that’s where a girl can earn quite a chunk if she isn’t too squeamish.”
“Squeamish?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Oh, you know, about semen and such,” she said, gritting her teeth a bit in hesitation. She saw my face go white as I started to hyperventilate and she patted my hand urgently. “Honestly, darling, it really is best if you don’t think about it in too much detail. Let’s just think about how we will spend our money.” But then she noticed the tent in my trousers from my stiff penis. “Oh, here, let me take care of this for you dear,” she said, expertly unzipping my fly and extracting my penis deftly.
I groaned in pleasure as she rubbed my balls with one hand and jerked my shaft with the other.
“There, now, doesn’t this feel better,” she cooed soothingly.
“Sarah, I want to come down there and see what sort of things are going on,” I stammered as she pulled my pud, bringing me closer and closer to climax.
“Ok, darling, whatever you say,” she said, dropping her head down to engulf my glans. She sucked with surprising force as she tugged on my cock and I found myself ejaculating into her mouth within minutes. “There, now, don’t you feel, better?” she asked with a friendly smile as she wiped my cum from her chin. “Now let’s go out to a nice restaurant. My treat!”
The next night as my wife got ready to go back to the strip club, I confronted her.
“Sarah, I am going to come down there and see what goes on at this strip club,” I demanded shakily.
She paused as she was applying her garish stripper makeup and bit her lip as she looked at me with trepidation. “I don’t think that’s a very good idea, darling. You will just get upset.”
“Why would I get upset?” I asked, feeling my stomach churn with anxiety.
“Well, you know, dear, perhaps it will make you jealous to see me carrying on with the clientele,” she said taking my hand. “You know it’s all perfectly harmless, strictly business, but it might be hard for a husband to watch his wife, uh, servicing other men’s sexual needs.”
“Servicing their needs?” I squawked indignantly.
“Well, certainly dear, that’s what exotic dancers do, isn’t it?” she asked innocently. “Men have these sexual urges and some can’t get their needs met for whatever reason, so they pay women in strip clubs to, well, to service their needs. I mean, do I have to spell it out for you?”
“I’ve never been to a strip club, Sarah,” I said reasonably. “How would I know what goes on there?”
She looked at me compassionately for a moment and then sighed. “Alright, dear. But please don’t make a scene. This is a very lucrative job I have.”
My wife chatted away happily as I drove her to the club where she worked, but my mind with distracted by jealousy and excitement. Part of me was extremely aroused by the idea of other men ogling my naked wife, but I was afraid to admit that to Sarah.
When we arrived at the club, Sarah hurried off to a side entrance after telling the doorman that I was her guest. The doorman looked me over with interest. He resembled a linebacker stuffed into a tuxedo that seemed ready to burst apart at the seems from his massive muscles at any moment. I was immediately wary of him.
“You Sarah’s friend, huh?” he asked, rolling his neck to loosen some stiffness.
“Err, well, I’m her husband actually,” I admitted timidly.
The big man broke out in a hearty guffaw before recovering his composure. “The fuck? I figured the old girl was divorced or something. You into some kinky shit, huh?” He gave me a lecherous grin and patted me on the back. “Have fun, buddy.”
I wanted to object, but a line was forming behind me so I just ducked my head in shame and entered the club. I knew it was an upscale place, but I was surprised at how modern and tasteful the interior was, with backlit filigree wall treatments and properly done faux-marble bar. The main room had a 40 foot ceiling and a mezzanine level with additional seating. The crowd was mostly comprised of businessmen in expensive suits and I felt immediately underdressed as I made my way to the bar.
I was about to order my drink when I recognized my next-door neighbor, Henry approaching. I tried to duck away, but he saw me and I had to stand my ground and greet him.
“John Goodson, my God, what on earth are YOU doing here?” asked Henry with a nervous smile. “Does Sarah know you are hanging around strip clubs these days?”
I blushed a deep red and stammered my response, “Well, uh, Henry, I might ask you the same question. Does, does Rachel know you are here tonight?”
Henry’s face fell in response and he glanced over his shoulder guiltily. “Actually, Rachel would kill me if she found out, so let’s keep this between ourselves, shall we? I have a big client in town and he insisted that I take him out to a gentlemen’s club. You see he knows we have a big expense account set aside for his entertainment and he wants to make the most of it.”
“Really? How much do you have allocated?” I asked, my accountant curiosity kicking in.
“Five grand!” exclaimed Henry. “We are negotiating a six figure upgrade deal and my boss is pulling out all the stops.”
“Wow, we never had an expense account for strip clubs at the non-profits.”
Just then a big man with spiky hair wearing a dark grey suit and bright pink tie approached and clapped Henry on the shoulder. “Henry, where are those drinks? I am dying of thirst over there.”
“Oh, sorry Dirk, I just bumped into my neighbor, John. But I will get the drinks right away.”
Dirk gave me a winning smile and held out his hand, “Howdy, John, I’m Dirk. Why don’t you join us for a couple of drinks? We are on a big expense account tonight, so the sky’s the limit.”
I gave Henry a questioning smile and he nodded in resignation. “Yes John, why not join us?”
Henry ordered the drinks and I accompanied him and Dirk to a reserved table right at the edge of the stage. A younger woman was just finishing her routine and she hopped down from the stage to give a group of young men a lap dance.
As we settled into our seats, a pair of bouncers wheeled a file cabinet and a desk onto the stage as the announcer came on the microphone. “We have a special treat for you fellows next. I am sure you have all fantasized about that voluptuous secretary at work and wondered what sort of body she had hidden under her work clothes. Well Sarah Sin is going to give you all a thrill by revealing just that with her latest act. She calls it ‘A hard day at work.’ Give her a big hand, gents.”
My gut dropped as my wife strolled casually onto the stage wearing a tight tweed skirt suit, black stockings and fake cat-eye glasses. Her hair was done up in a bun, and she looked every bit like a nerdy office slut. Henry practically choked on his martini when he recognized her and her gave me a look of utter shock. I just shrugged in chagrin, my face burning with embarrassment. Sarah glanced down and noticed Henry and I sitting by the stage, but she didn’t miss a beat and just gave us a quick wink of acknowledgement.
“Rawr, now that’s the sort of woman I go for,” growled Dirk as Sarah began her routine. “I get sick of these skinny young girls they throw at you. I like an hourglass figure on a mature lady in her 30’s.”
“I think she’s a bit older than that,” offered Henry, giving me a questioning glance.
“Nonsense, she can’t be older than 35. What do you think, John? You like her?” he asked, slapping my knee.
“Oh yes, she’s very sexy,” I allowed. “She certainly has the body of a 35 year old.” My gut was churning already in anxiety at his interest and my wife hadn’t even disrobed yet.
Sarah pantomimed being hot by waving her hand before her face as she stripped out of her jacket and unbuttoned her blouse. Then she bent down to rummage in the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet and wiggled her round rump to the beat of the music. As her skirt hiked up, it revealed a garter on each thigh.
“Lookit the caboose on that slut, will you?” cheered Dirk excitedly. “Henry, give me some cash, I need to tip this one.” He held out his hand impatiently and Henry handed over a thick roll of twenty and fifty dollar bills.
I watched helplessly as Dirk called out to my wife. “Hey honey, bring that ass over here and let me grab a feel.” He waved a 20 dollar bill at her and she minced backward, still bent over grinning back at him until he was in range. He stuffed the 20 into a garter and then reached his hand up the back of her skirt to grope my wife’s rear. She put her hand over her mouth in mock surprise as he pinched and squeezed her buttocks.
Henry shifted in his seat uncomfortably as we watched and then bent over to whisper in my ear. “John, what on earth is going on here?”
“What can I say? Times are tough,” I hissed. “Let’s talk about it later.” I could feel a cold sweat breaking out in my armpits.
He gave me a compassionate look and shook his head sadly before leaning back in his seat.
Meanwhile Dirk was probing between my wife’s thighs and she slapped his hand playfully.
“That’s enough touching for now,” she laughed. “But if give me another twenty, I will let you unzip my skirt.”
Dirk readily obliged, tucking another bill into her garter and eagerly tugging the zipper at the back of her skirt down. Sweat was starting to bead up on his forehead and my stomach was roiling with shame and jealousy. I watched in sick fascination as Sarah wriggled out of her skirt while the men hooted and shouted drunkenly all around me. I could barely catch my breath as her skirt dropped to the floor and she kicked it aside dismissively. Sarah stood and turned and pretended to do some more filing before tugging at the collar of her blouse.
Soon she was discarding her blouse and she standing before this crowd of strange men in her bra, panties, and stockings. I glanced over at Henry whose mouth was hanging open in fascination as he watched my wife strip and I felt like kicking him, but I restrained myself. Some guys at the other side of the stage were waving bills at her, so Sarah approached and offered her shapely leg to them so they could tuck the bills into her garter and then she unsnapped her bra and released her pendulous breasts.
“Holy shit, that MILF is fucking stacked! Lookit those goddamn titties, will you?” shouted Dirk excitedly. “I’m getting a lapdance from her for sure. I wanna bury my face right between those knockers. What do you say, Henry?”
Henry gave me an uneasy look before smiling nervously and agreeing with Dirk. “Uh, yeah, I’m game if you are,” he said, shooting me an apologetic grimace. I just gritted my teeth into a false grin and said nothing.
Sarah pranced back over to our side of the stage and started slipping her panties down over her wide hips. She got them half-way off, with her snatch nearly exposed and then held out her hand to Dirk and rubbed her fingers together suggestively. I couldn’t believe that my meek little wife was being so saucy. There was a glint of delight in her eyes as Dirk ripped through his wad of bills and thrust a pair of twenties into her garter. She turned around and bent over at the waist to slide her panties all the way off and we all gazed at her lovely round ass. Her labia was swollen and poked through between her thighs.
“Spread your lips!” cried Dirk frantically, gripping the bulge in his pants with one hand.
“You know what to do,” she responded with a grin, edging closer to the edge of the stage.
Dirk eagerly tucked a fifty into Sarah’s garter and she reached back and parted her labia for him, exposing her pink vagina for all to see. He reached up impulsively and thrust one finger inside her and she gasped in surprise and slapped his hand away. I sat watching in shock as this stranger fingered my wife and I noticed that my own penis became painfully erect at the sight. Nonetheless, I was about to object when a bouncer appeared immediately and pushed Dirk back in his seat where he fell, red-faced and breathing heavily.
“Watch yourself, asshole,” said the bouncer, flexing his arms menacingly. “I’ll toss you right out of here if you don’t keep your hands to yourself.”
“Oh, no, Jordy, he’s ok. He was just about to buy a lap dance, weren’t you dear?” she asked, batting her eyelashes at Dirk.
“Hell, yeah!” exclaimed Dirk, pulling a hundred dollar bill from the roll.
Sarah was stark naked now except for her stockings. Her neatly trimmed bush and hard pink nipples were on show for all to see. I noticed Henry drinking in her body with his eyes as Sarah minced down the stairs to snatch the money from Dirk and quickly straddle his lap. I watched in shock as she ground her vagina against the bulge in his pants while he gripped her buttocks and thrust himself against her.
“My God, Sarah, what are you doing?” I gasped, trying to hide the tent my own erection was pitching in my pants.
“Why, I am just earning my money, dear. This is simply a business transaction,” she said innocently.
Dirk was too distracted to notice our familiar banter and grunted, “Gimme a nipple to suck on.”
“That’s extra,” she cautioned, holding one boob in her hand with her nipple just out of reach of his mouth.
“I’ll pay, I’ll pay,” begged Dirk, sticking his tongue out hungrily.
“Alright, dear, alright, here you go,” said my wife, feeding her nipple into Dirk’s waiting mouth gently. She patted his head affectionately as he loudly slurped on her tit. “My goodness, men are such big babies when it comes to boobs,” she told me with a smile. Then she turned to Henry and greeted him warmly. “How are you doing, Henry, would you like a lap dance next?” she asked coyly.
“Uh, I don’t think John would like that,” he said evasively.
“Hold that thought,” she said as she ground her crotch down onto Dirk’s bulge. She pulled her tit out of his mouth and took Dirk’s cheeks in her hands. “My goodness, you’ve got quite a stiffy down there, don’t you young man?” she teased. “Maybe we should go to the VIP room so I can help you with that in private.”
“Let’s do it,” agreed Dirk quickly, gripping my wife’s big boobs in his hands and squeezing and pinching her nipples.
“But you didn’t even ask the price,” laughed Sarah pulling his hands away gently but brushing her boobs across his face playfully.
“I don’t care what it costs, we are on Henry’s expense account,” said Dirk, jumping to his feet and grabbing my wife around the waist.
“Oh, well, why didn’t you say so?” she said, her eyes lighting up with a mercenary glow.
“Come along, boys, let’s go give this cougar a workout,” chuckled Dirk as Sarah lead him around the stage to a private room.
“Uh, maybe you don’t want to see this part,” warned Henry as he and I hurried along behind Sarah and Dirk.
“Are you kidding me?” I snapped. “Do you think I am just going to let my wife go back there alone without any supervision?”
“Supervision?” asked Henry skeptically as he gave me a queasy look.
We entered a small room with leather couches, a disco ball and a bucket with a couple of bottles of chilled champagne. Sarah wasted no time and pushed Dirk down onto a couch and flopped down next to him. Henry and I sat on the couch opposite as Sarah deftly unzipped Dirk’s fly and pulled out his throbbing penis.
“Oh my, you are a big boy, aren’t you,” she purred as she stroked Dirk’s rod.
“Sarah, what on earth are you doing?” I choked, unable to believe my eyes.
“Hush, John, I am just servicing a client, nothing more. What do you think these VIP rooms are for anyway?” she said with smile as you yanked on Dirk’s pud.
“You are a dirty girl, suck it for me, will you?” pleaded Dirk as he groped my wife’s bare tits.
“How large is your expense account, Henry?” asked Sarah casually.
“Err, five thousand,” admitted Henry sheepishly.
“Did you hear that, John?” she asked me matter-of-factly.
“Yes, but,” I complained, but it was too late, she bowed her head and started sucking Dirk’s cock right there while I watched.
“Holy shit, look at her go!” blurted Henry, unzipping his own fly so that he could jerk off while he watched my wife suck off his client.
“Henry, for chrissake, that’s my wife!” I chided.
“Sorry, John, but this is just too hot,” he said, avoiding my eyes as he spanked his monkey.
“Wait what?” asked Dirk blearily, his head thrown back in ecstasy as Sarah’s head bobbed up and down on his dick. “Whose wife? Are you kidding?”
“Hush, dear, don’t worry your little head about it,” said Sarah, raising her head for a moment and patting Dirk’s glans.
“Get on, get on top,” he urged.
“Now, now, that’s going too far,” she said with a smile as she pinched the head of his cock.
“I don’t care, I’ll pay a thousand, it’s nothing to me, it’s not even my money,” he gasped, pulling her arm urgently.
“Fair enough,” agreed Sarah with a shrug and she threw her leg over Dirk’s lap and lowered herself easily down onto his straining dong.
“Sarah, good god!” I cried, jumping to my feet in outrage. My blood was pounding in my ears and my phallus was throbbing in my trousers.
“Give me a moment, darling, I am making a thousand dollars,” moaned Sarah lustily as she bounced up and down on Dirk’s cock.
“Yeah you are, you dirty whore,” he growled, gripping her buttocks lustily as he thrust himself up into my wife over and over. “You earn that fucking money.”
“Oh, I am, I am,” she panted, slapping him in the face with her big jiggling boobs while she worked herself up and down on his prick. I watched enthralled as his slick shaft penetrated my wife’s pussy over and over again. It didn’t take him long before he groaned with pleasure and started shuddering with his climax. I could tell that he was shooting his load right inside my wife’s womb and it made me crazy with jealousy and arousal.
“Christ, did you just cum inside her?” asked Henry in surprise as he jerked himself off.
“Yeah, you wanna do her next? Be my guest, or uh, be your own guest, it’s your expense account,” said Dirk wiping sweat from his face with a smile as Sarah climbed off his deflated cock gingerly.
“How do you like it Henry?” she asked simply, weighing her large breasts in her hands distractedly as she contemplated Henry’s stiff dick in his hand.
“Doggystyle if you don’t mind,” said Henry, standing up impatiently.
“Help yourself,” laughed Sarah, turning around and bending over to present her round rump to Henry.
“Henry, how COULD you?” I blubbered indignantly.
“I’m sorry John, I guess I don’t make very good decisions when I’m all horned up like this. But as least she’ll make some money from it,” he said as he put his dick into my wife’s cunt.
“Oh, Henry, that’s quite a tool you have there,” purred Sarah. “Rachel is a lucky lady.”
“Jeez, Sarah, can we leave my wife out of this, I am trying to enjoy myself,” whined Henry.
“Wait do you two know each other or something?” asked Dirk as he popped open a champagne bottle.
“Uh, yeah, John and Sarah are my next door neighbors,” admitted Henry as he humped my wife from behind, making her tits swing back and forth provocatively.
“You gotta be shitting me!” laughed Dirk, taking a swig of the bubbly. “This is so fucking twisted!” Then he turned to me and his eyes widened incredulously. “Are you her fucking husband? No way! How could you just stand there while I dicked your wife? I mean what the hell are you doing letting your wife strip in a club in the first place?!”
“I’m cumming!” interrupted Henry ardently as he pounded away on my wife from behind with his hands clamped to her hips in a death grip.
“Go right ahead dear, just let it go,” coaxed Sarah over her shoulder with her hands on her knees. “You can do it.”
“Urrgh,” cried Henry as he spurted his load inside my woman.
“Jesus, this is incredibly fucked up. I never hung out with swingers before,” shouted Dirk excitedly. “Man you just stood by and watched a stranger and then your neighbor fill up your wife with sperm. What a sick fucker you are, John.”
“Well we are a couple of grand richer for it,” said Sarah smugly, straightening up as Henry withdrew his sodden dong from her twat. I was standing there shaking with anger and frustration and she walked over to me naked and noticed the huge bulge in my pants. “John, look at the boner you have, your willie must have found this entertaining,” she said bashfully, pinching my stiffy through my trousers.
“You’ve been, disloyal,” I pouted, trying to ignore how good it felt as she played with my penis.
“Dirk, give John the money, it will make him feel better,” she said, wrapping her arm around my waist as she unzipped my fly and started tugging my johnson in earnest.
“Gladly, pretty lady,” said Dirk, tossing me the wad of cash.
I caught the chunk of cash and thumbed through the bills numbly as Sarah jerked my weiner. “Uh, there is more like three thousand here,” I muttered.
“Keep it, you ALL earned it. I got a great fuck AND an incredible story for the boys back home,” laughed Dirk. “Besides, it’s all expense account money, so all it means is a headache for Henry on Monday when he fills out the expense report.”
“Actually my boss already signed off on it. He knew we were coming to the Gold Club and is expecting to see a large miscellaneous cash line item on the report,” said Henry with a wave of the hand as he wiped the cum from his penis with his handkerchief and zipped up his fly.
“There you go, John, you take the money,” said Sarah as she reached down to rub my balls.
“Hey man, that makes you a pimp!” shouted Dirk with delight. He pointed his finger at me and laughed hysterically. “You are the most buttoned down pimp I ever saw,” he chortled.
I felt my face flush with embarrassment at the label and was about to object when Sarah patted me on the shoulder. “Well it’s sort of true, John. I guess this does make you something of a pimp. Now let me service my pimp daddy,” she said and dropped to her knees to start sucking my dick right in front of Dirk and Henry.
“I’m not a goddamn pimp, I’m a CPA!” I objected weakly as Sarah gave me an amazing blowjob.
“Accounting is actually a pretty good skill for a pimp to have,” said Henry, watching Sarah with interest as she went to town on my stiff cock.
“Fuck yeah, got to keep the numbers straight,” said Dirk, holding up his champagne glass.
I looked down at my wife as she hungrily licked my balls and the thought of her being my whore suddenly evoked an orgasm. I started shooting hot spurts of semen all over her face. She giggled in excitement and turned her face back and forth to receive a proper facial and I have to admit I sort of felt like a pimp for a moment with a huge wad of cash in my hand and my cum-covered wife on her knees before me in the VIP room of a fancy strip club.
“Well, since you fellows have blown your wads already, both biologically and economically. I will be off to the showers and then back on stage to find some high rollers with some cash left. Toodles,” laughed Sarah, climbing to her feet. And with a little wave, she ran right out of the room while I stood there in a daze.
“Ok, Ok, I guess I’m a pimp then,” I said, pocketing the roll of cash. “But I refuse to wear a red suit.”
“That’s probably for the best, John,” said Henry, clapping me on the shoulder good-naturedly. “No sense in attracting undue attention.”
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