The next weekend after the ladies' night show I moved Crystal into my house. With her no longer stripping, the biggest problem I had in our relationship suddenly evaporated. I was surprised at how long it took to get only a small U-Haul truck of stuff packed and moved, but then it might have taken less time if we hadn't been screwing half a dozen times, in the truck, in her bedroom, in my bedroom, on her sofa in the truck... You get the idea. We had decided to be as normal a couple as we could, and that included being exclusive.
While I got my wish for her to no longer strip, her being the manager of the club had its own set of issues. She worked late nights both during the week and on weekends, not getting to bed until only a few hours before I had to get up for work. On weekends, I'd get up and do chores around the house and then around lunchtime come back to the bedroom where we'd spend the afternoon playing and screwing until we were both completely worn out. Despite the weekend time, I often felt more like we were roommates passing each other, coming and going with occasional benefits than I did a practically married couple. But it didn't take long to tell that as much as she wanted to be with me, something in our relationship just wasn't working. I could see that she wasn't as happy as we both had expected her to be.
Donna of course was quite upset when it happened, but she smiled her best around me and waited for her prediction of our relationship failure to manifest itself. She was content, for the moment, to wait it out, continuing to visit me at work as much as she could, even though she knew sex was, at least temporarily, off the table. That of course didn't stop her from making sure that I knew just exactly what it was I could be having for a snack though, frequently flashing various sexy body parts "on accident".
Tanya was, well, Tanya was Tanya. She pushed the limits every opportunity she had, making sure to flash me any body part she could get away with anytime she got close, grabbing me and even rubbing herself against me. On more than one occasion she managed to get her hands down my pants, or my pants pulled down in her attempts to get me to fuck her again. Even Marge couldn't quite seem to slow her down.
Marge, happy for Crystal and me stayed constantly involved. She was the one exception to our rule of exclusivity, and then she was only included when both Crystal and I were together. We had mutually agreed that "separate" encounters would be destructive to what we were trying to accomplish. To that end, Marge would invite us over for dinner, or to a party, or come by our place, with the intent of having the encounter end in a nice three way. I did my best to make sure both were satisfied, and they took equal pleasure in trying to ensure that I was satisfied. I loved Crystal and wanted her to be happy, but somehow it just wasn't working out like I had expected.
Try as we might to make her happy, I often wondered if Crystal and I were going to make it. The closeness frequently turned to testiness when one or the other of us were on the wrong end of our sleep schedules. To try and help things, I started showing up at the club to "help out", which seemed to do anything but. Not only did she feel like I didn't trust her, but several of the girls made it quite clear that they wanted to do more than just dance in front of me. Some had heard of the little show I put on for ladies' night and they wanted to be my costar, either for ladies' night, a regular night, or just because. Turning down these extremely sexy, usually naked women became more and more difficult for me as the time between Crystal and my interludes increased. On more than one occasion Crystal had to stop one of the young ladies from trying to seduce and undress me. Things sort of came to a head the night of the Halloween party.
The quarterly "event" for the company turned out to be a Halloween party. With Marge owning the strip club, it was decided that the workers at the club should also be part of the get together, but also knowing that a strip club and a family event didn't necessarily fit together. They made arrangements for kids type events early in the evening with babysitting and a place for the little ones to sleep during the later, more adult part of the party.
I suppose it was a good thing they had, given some of the costumes that showed up, worn not only by the ladies and gentlemen of the strip club, but also some of the workers at the plant. The event seemed to be the excuse some of them needed to "let their hair down" or at least hang out.
Crystal chose my costume from things she had available at the club. With the institution of a weekly ladies' night there was a wide variety of men's costumes to choose from. Unlike the ladies, men's stripper costumes were much more expensive than a scanty dress. So, the club had purchased a number of costumes for the guys to wear, if they fit. If not, they had to supply their own costumes. Crystal chose a Roman soldier outfit because, as she put it, how often was she going to get me into a leather skirt?
With me dressed as a Roman soldier, complete with leather skirt that left me feeling a bit drafty, no shirt, just crossed leather straps over my bare chest, and Crystal dressed in a long silvery white formfitting gown and angel wings, we arrived at the hotel for the party. Marge of course recognized both of us quickly, despite my helmet and Crystal's feathery mask.
"Don't you two look wonderful!" Marge said as she glided towards us in a Victorian queen's costume, complete with powdered wig and crown.
"Thanks Marge!" Crystal said, giving her a hug. "Looks like a good turn out."
"Huge," Marge said with a smile. "Just huge. Who would have thought adding a few young women to the mix would have brought so many of the younger men to the event, even without dates."
"I rather expect they're hoping to get lucky," I said with a chuckle.
"Well, given some of the outfits, or lack thereof, I'd say that is a good probability," Marge chuckled. "Speaking of outfits, Crystal said she was going to get you to wear a skirt. I have to say, it isn't what I expected, but I'm also not complaining," she said as she stepped closer, sliding a hand up under my skirt to check to see if I were exposed or not.
"Yes," I answered as her fingers found my bare cock. "She convinced me that I should come commando, just in case."
"Just in case what?"
"In case he finds someone to play with. I know a few of the girls here would love to get their hands on his ample attributes."
"The other women? You two have stopped being exclusive?" Marge asked, a look of concern on her face.
"Just for tonight. I thought both of us could use a break from it," Crystal said.
"Well, if he looks lonely, I'll make sure to entertain him," Marge joked.
"In that dress?"
"Oh, trust me, I won't wear this all night. I have another outfit selected for later in the evening," Marge answered her with a grin.
"Oh? Wanna clue me in?" Crystal asked with a grin. "Just so I know who my competition is."
"Trust me, you'll know," she said over her shoulder as she turned and glided away, the dress covering all the way to the floor.
"Well, I wonder what she has in mind?" I asked Crystal.
"I have no idea, but knowing her, I'm sure you'll find out. So, do you suppose that there are any gentlemen, or soldiers here, that would like to ask me to dance?
"It would be my pleasure to invite such a stunning angel to dance!" I said as gallantly as I could. She smiled back at me, took my arm and allowed me to lead her across the room full of round tables towards the area set aside to be the dance floor, already crowded with couples.
I'm not a great dancer, but Crystal, well, she has moves that put my meager few to shame. The two of us danced together for quite a few numbers, enjoying each other, and also noting the wide array of costumes. There were costumes that included everything from the normal superhero, Disney princesses, and movie characters to more unique ones, like a pair of dice. There were also many more risqué costumes that ranged from young women in togas with little or nothing under them, some French maids, a few sexy superheroes and even a few sexy variations on movie characters. I saw one young lady eyeing me that was dressed as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, or at least that was my assumption.
She carried a basket with a white stuffed dog sticking out, and wore an outfit made of tiny blue and white checkered material. Other than a pair of checkered bikini panties and what amounted to a short apron of the same material extending up over her breasts and held in place by a band around her waist and a strap up around her neck, leaving the front looking like the top of a pair of overalls, her back and sides completely exposed, including the creamy sides of her moderately large breasts. Of course, the red sequined shoes were a dead giveaway, and I don't remember Dorothy wearing a pair of knee high white stockings.
