Several years into our marriage we hit that rut. Wanting to liven things up, I suggested trying something new. After a few ideas of what to do, we decided to try the strip club. I have never been to a club like that before, so I wasn't too sure what to expect. I trusted his instincts when he said "...just wear something sexy."
I dug out my little black dress that I thought I'd never get the chance to wear again. Found where I stashed my sexy underwear and heels.
That night, we left the house around 8, grabbed a couple drinks and headed to a place called "The Living Room."
It was nothing like I expected. This place was classy... and CLEAN! We sat near the stage but not too close, I was still kind of shy even after a few drinks. I noticed another couple sitting at the next table. They looked like they were having a blast! She was getting a lap dance for her birthday.
I could feel the wine kicking in a little... along with some twitching I was feeling down below. Was I getting turned on because all the beautiful women dancing around half naked... or was it the wine? I've never been with another woman, and I was kind of scared of the whole idea. Whatever the reason, I'm getting quite wet just being there. These women really are gorgeous.
A conversation started between us and that other couple. They seem like a fun pair. Jennifer is quite outgoing and loud, Mike was the same. We're having fun, so it's all good.
A few more dancers come and go... I am in full turned on mode. I am loving being here and letting loose. I am planning in my head how I'm going to ravish my husband when we leave here.
Jennifer and I leave the guys there while we take a trip to the restroom. She waited for me to finish and come out of the stall.
"Are those real?" and nods to my chest.
Caught off guard, "eh, yeah..." Hers were obviously not.
"Can I touch them?" She stepped closer to me.
"If you really want to..." I laughed a little.
Her dainty hands looked so little trying to cup my boobs.
"Nice." She muttered and kept massaging them. I let her well, because it felt really good. She got a bit closer, her hands still on my chest. She leaned in to kiss me.
I hesitated, I had never kissed a woman before. My mind was a wreck... do I kiss her? Do I tell my husband? Do I not kiss her and tell my husband?
...too late, she made my decision for me. There I was, pressed put against the bathroom stall, making out with another girl in a strip club.
