An earlier version of this story was published in the 1990s. It has been altered, expanded, and re-edited for Literotica. It is, of course, fiction and all participants are of legal age. This new version is copyrighted as of 2020. I hope you enjoy it; if so, please let your vote show it as that's an author's only reward. RandyD1369
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It was a very different world in the middle 1960s. Minimum wage was $1.25 per hour and if your needs were modest, a single person could live on that. If there were two incomes, a rarity in those days, it meant you were relatively well to do. I was in the building trades earning almost $5 hourly as the leading apprentice to an electrician and doing quite well. My then-wife, Amy, and I lived on the top left side of a four-plex. The couple across the hall were similarly situated.
The two couples of us spent a lot of time together. Brad and I often went fishing or hunting together. He sponsored me into a fraternal organization, I sponsored him into the Sportsman's Association. Amy, my wife, and Robin, Brad's, were always cooking together or doing something, so the doors between the apartments were seldom closed unless a couple wanted some "alone time," if you know what I mean.
This is the story of our first joint sexual exploration. I will never forget the first time I took my wife to see a strip show. We had been married for less than a year, and neither of us was very sexually experienced when we got hitched. I ate her pussy from time to time-badly, though I didn't know it then-and she would no more suck my cock than eat a raw worm.
When I got home from work that Friday, Amy had our dinner waiting.
"Would you like to go out tonight, Steve?" she asked.
"Sure, babe. What did you have in mind?" I responded expecting her to mention a movie she wanted to see.
"Robin told me about a strip show at the Barn. I'd really like to see one," she said blushing. "The whole idea of it turns me on something fierce."
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"You won't have to twist my arm to get me to look at a naked woman. That's fine with me."
Robin and Brad were 20 and 21. Amy and I were 19 and 21. It was no surprise that Amy would want to go see something as exotic as a strip show in the company of a supportive friend like Robin. Robin was a petite woman, almost flat-chested, with long straight, dark hair. Brad was in construction as a junior apprentice carpenter, with huge muscles and a deep tan. His one fault was that he drank to excess. He never got mean, he just went to sleep.
At one time, I called myself "stocky," but the truth was that at 5'8" and 180 pounds, I was bordering on being fat. Luckily for me, most of it was in the chest, arms, and thighs, so it didn't look bad.
Amy was skinny with tits so big in proportion to all the rest of her that she looked like tits-on-a-stick with an explosion of blond hair on top as a decoration.
The four of us went to the Barn together. Brad tipped the doorman to get us a front table. I bought us a round of drinks, and then a second as they were watering the drinks more than usual.
The show started at 8:00. The manager made a big show of locking the door. Maybe it was so the police chief could save face, since he was sitting two tables behind us.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the manager began, "tonight we have some special entertainment for you. No one will be allowed to enter or leave and no more drinks will be served until after the show has ended, so grab your waitress while I'm still talking." He rambled on for a while to give the wait staff time to gather orders.
Brad quietly ordered another two rounds for our table.
"Remember, we like to provide you with the entertainment you want, so if you want more, applaud loudly enough for us to hear you." His next words were drowned out by the ovation. After a pause for quiet, he continued: "While we all like to think of ourselves as ladies and gentlemen, sometimes it's good to kick back and relax. Tonight, other than the locked door, there are NO rules. If you see it, and you like it, just applaud. If you DO it, and get applause, keep doing it; if you DON'T get any applause, stop.
"We are proud to present Miss April Fyre. Give her a big welcome and enjoy the show."
The applause went on for almost a minute until the house lights dimmed as the wait staff delivered their final drinks. Amy took hold of my arm, and nervously moved her fingers back and forth in the same place until I thought she might wear a hole in my shirt. I gently moved Amy's hand, and she downed one of her four drinks.
The music started from a scratchy record on a player. A spot light came on, focused on the face of an attractive redheaded woman of about 30. She was wearing a street-length jacketed gown of red velvet trimmed with white fur, long white gloves, and a matching red and white hat with a short veil. She twirled a feather boa as she strutted across the stage.
As our attention focused on Miss April, the room lights went from dim to off. My awareness stopped at the edge of the light, and I doubt Amy's went even that far from the dancer. There was a sense of privacy, as if the person next to you couldn't see what you were doing, and folks at the next table not only couldn't see, but wouldn't care.
During the first number, Miss April slowly removed her gloves, stroking her body with them, and tossing them out of the circle of light to stage left. She moved to the rhythm of the heavy beat, left, then right, dancing in a restrained way for the whole room. The veiled hat soon followed the gloves.
Amy was as mesmerized as anyone in the place. Amy tossed down her second drink in one gulp. As the lights went down when the tune ended, there was a roar of approval.
When the second song began, Miss April undid the top two buttons on her jacket and entered the audience for help with the rest. She leaned over our table to let Brad undo one and cop a quick feel of April's boobs. Robin gave him an elbow in the ribs with a laugh. Amy's breath was fast and shallow; she was rapt.
When the jacket was undone, April removed it and added it to the pile of gloves and hat. She danced back to our table and motioned for me to move my chair out. I did and she sat on my lap, facing Amy, wriggling her bottom in time to the music while I started to unzip her dress. She reached out and caressed Amy's face. Amy flushed with excitement, her eyes widening.
April blew her an air kiss and moved on. I brought my chair in closer to the table. Amy, sitting at my right side, leaned toward me, while still watching April.
"Shouldn't you keep your chair out in case she wants to come back?" she whispered. I shook my head "No." I really didn't want her or Robin to notice my erection.
