*
I could not believe the situation I was in!
I was standing in front of a group of people all of which were strangers and my husband was in the process of selling my clothes!
He was telling them I was a reluctant stripper who needed encouragement to showing my body and what was he bid for my little black dress!
Let me explain a bit about how I find myself in this situation. I had heard about a new club in the big city, a club where live sex, totally uncensored sex, could be seen on stage. I knew the name of the club and where it was. I had always had a big sex drive and being much more adventurous than James my husband, I was interested.
My name? I am Vanessa, we have been married almost ten years. We are white Americans from mixed european descent. Me mostly Irish, hence the red hair, him middle europe hence a swarthy look. We have a good lifestyle and are happily married with two great children aged seven, twins, one of each. I had my tubes tied after a difficult pregnancy.
I had told my husband of the new club and expressed an interest in a visit. He had turned the idea down flat and would not talk about it..
Now I must admit that I really wanted to visit this club and after several attempts to discuss the visit all of which were turned down by James, I began to scheme ways to bring up the topic of watching other people having sex.
James did not object to 'X' rated DVD's, but he almost never watched for long being more interested in me than what was showing on the screen.
My strategy was to raise the topic at all and every opportunity, all to no avail, so I began to be rather cruel. One night I remember I had declined to give him a blowjob and asked him if he would like to see a man with a big black cock get a blowjob from a beautiful young white woman, right up close on a stage; just a few feet away.
He had reacted rather roughly. He had grabbed my head twisted my hair in his fingers and really fucked my mouth very hard. I loved the unusual action, but did not like his refusal to visit the sex club.
I began to be devious, then really nasty. Our sex life began to suffer and I admit that it was all my fault!
Eventually my husband had agreed for us to visit the sex club. I knew that there was some sort of sexy display, full frontal, total nudity of males and females, and live sex on stage; that sort of display. It had taken me months to get him to agree to this special night out!
I just could not remove from my mind the sensual view of another couple making love! Watching a woman pleasure a man in front of an audience was burning impressions into my mind; and now we were here, ready to watch, but things had gone desperately awry!
This sex club had some sort of entrance condition. I did not hear a word of what this entrance condition was, but did hear my husband James laugh as we entered the dimly light room. I heard the door attendant say, 'Bet she wins the door prize.'
Well I was dressed to kill, made up to the nines and really hot, but I had not expected this.
I had been a really nasty bitch in the three months it had taken me to persuade him to come with me to the sex club. I had even resorted to torture. I had stopped giving him a blowjob seconds before he would have cum. He had retaliated and fucked my face after grabbing me by the hair. I had not given him head since. Now here we were, in the place I wanted to be; but it was me on the stage!
I had really bought this upon myself because when he had finally agreed, he had extracted a solemn promise from me. To do everything he told me to when we were in the club!
I was only to speak when spoken to!
I was to sit where he wanted us to sit.
I was to drink what he told me to drink.
I was to be a trophy wife visiting a sex club for a thrilling night out.
If I failed to obey his every command, he would exact a terrible price. I would not get any money for personal items for an entire year. He would be in total control of the family finances. He had made me hand over my credit cards. And taken all the money from my purse and all the money in the house!
I had been so desperate to visit this den of iniquity I had agreed to his every instruction. I had not given a thought to the power that I had given him, but here he was about to sell my clothes!
I thought about the oath I had sworn and what it would cost me to break it. The thought of no money for clothes, shoes, make-up, or hair do's for an entire year. I had had to give him my credit card and bankbook before we left home that evening, there was no way I could endure a year without money!
I replayed how I had ended up on this stage. I was surprised when James agreed we dress up and more surprised at his approval of my scandalous little black dress. I was more surprised when we set out early. There were not many people in the club when we arrived and James had surprised me even more by selecting a table right next to the small raised dance floor/stage area. There was seating at tables for about a hundred people. He had asked the scantily clad waitress for a small carafe of white wine for himself and a Vodka tonic for me.
He had chatted with me about the place and what I thought of it. He had watched two young women do a pole dance stripping to the buff and flashing lots of tit and pussy. He had watched me get hotter and hotter. When the master of ceremonies announced the winner of the door prize, I was surprised to find a champagne bucket being bought to our small table. I had not taken any notice of the whispered conversation with my husband, but had woken up with a jolt when a naked woman, one of the pole dancers was taking my hand and pulling me up the two small steps onto the stage.
I was more surprised when James began to speak into a microphone the MC had given him. James was going to sell my clothes!
My attention came back to his voice saying my name, bought me out of my rueful reflection. He was telling me to remove my dress!
He knew that the undies that I was wearing beneath the dress concealed very little. I was shaking in my shoes as I reluctantly reached for the zipper. A young woman was making her way through the tables and stepping up on to the small stage beside me.
I wanted to speak, but did not dare. I unzipped the dress and let it fall from my shoulders. The young woman was quite a lot bigger than me, the dress would not fit her at all well. I was confused to see her unzipping her dress and she stepped out of hers as I stepped out of mine.
Her underwear was scantier than mine, her nipples were on view above the platform bra and her tiny thong was almost transparent. She tossed my dress over her left shoulder and taking my dress strode off the stage handing her dress to my husband. Her near nude look took the attention from me and she got a rousing cheer as she made her way back to her table not making any attempt to cover up.
I dare not cover up, I stood self consciously waiting for the attention to return to me. This happened a few seconds after she sat down and I heard my husband ask who wanted to buy my bra!
I was somehow having another flash back!
Remembering just how nasty I had been to him in my efforts to get him to agree to visit this place and now he was going to have me expose my breasts! I thought about the threat of no money for a year. I knew I was going to agree to strip, even the panties. I gave him a big smile as he agreed a price and a buyer for my bra.
In my flash back I had not listened to the sale of my bra so I was startled when a young man advanced to the stage and then stepped up to stand in front of me. It was a front opening bra. I almost shrieked when his fingers touched the swell of my left breast as he fumbled to un-hook it. I was trying not to look at him. I closed my eyes as I felt a cool breeze waft across my exposed nipples, the young man slipped the bra off my shoulders and I let him take it from my arms. I felt his hot breath as he bent to remove it. He was very close to my now engorged nipples.
A cheer went up as he took his trophy from the stage and handed my husband some money.
Again, I dared not cover up so stood as straight as I could while the cheers died down and waited for what my husband would do about what little I was standing in.
I was relieved to hear him offer a stocking. He was only asking one dollar. There was a forest of hands going up and he chose an older man, a black man!
I stood still and waited for the man to hand over the dollar and then mount the stage. I was about to remove the stocking when my husband spoke sharply. "No Vanessa he is to remove the stocking!"
The man grinned and squatted in front of me. I could feel his breath on the top of my thighs. I felt his warm fingers on my thigh and felt them stroke down to my ankle. I heard my husband telling me to let him take my shoe off first. I lifted the foot; I had to put a hand on the black man's shoulder as he removed the shoe. I then felt his hot hands travel back up my leg. His fingers were inside the stocking top; undoing the suspender. I felt his breath on my scarcely covered ass as the second popper was undone. He then slowly rolled the stocking from my left leg.
