Wife In The Pole Dancing Club.It was about four years ago when we only had one kid. The little one was just old enough to be baby sat and me and the wife had not been out in years. We arranged a baby sitter and planned a night out in our local town. Now we were a bit rusty with going out but very much looking forward to it.
Now my wife is a very pretty, slim thing with small **** but big old nipples. Easily visible if she does not wear a bra. We have had various erotic experiences together over the years but this night ( as it turned out) was the first of many more public situations. Anyway, seeing as we didn't get out very much, my missus kind of got over ambitious and ended up wearing a very short skirt and a loose fitting tee shirt type top with no bra. It was autumn / winter and the second we got out the door I could quite easily see her nips poking through the thin material. I reckon they must be going in a half inch when fully erect!
So we end up in town and visit a few bars which were heaving with Saturday night youngsters all getting pissed. We eventually found a bar which had bug sofas so we bagged one and I went to get some drinks while she stood guard. I got us two rounds in to save queuing and made sure the wife had two, large, red wines. ( it goes straight to her head ) I could feel an interesting night ahead and I knew she was thinking the same.
After a few minutes, two lads and a girl sat in the other sofa accross from us. We were kind if watching them when thus girls *** slipped out if her top! It was quite well lit and we could not believe she had not noticed but it just hung there fir a void five minutes until she slipped it back in. By this time I had a right bulge going off and could tell the missus had been a bit turned on too.
So we end up leaving and wander around looking for another bar. When, out of the blue, my wife says " let's go in the pole dancing club". At first I said no way but she kept insisting so we ended up outside. Now apart from the odd ********, Ive never really done much of that but the alcohol was flowing in my veins so in we went.
Inside it was fairly quiet with a lot of scantily clad women chatting with the potential blokes at the bar and on the sofas. We went up to the bar and ordered a bottle of red. My wife was next to me, but in the bar mirror u could see she was attracting some fair attention from some of the guys. I could quite easily make out the two long spikes of her erect nipples and thought no wonder they were having a good look. Apart from the dancers, she was the only other female in there.
So we find a free sofa and sit down to watch the girls. Through some of our previous adventures, I knew she liked to see naked women so it was nit long before she was really getting into the naked dancers writhing round the pole.
After a bit more wine and ever more erotic dancing, she was whooping and clapping along with all the drunken male spectators. One of the girls came over to us and asked if me or both of us would like a private dance? I say no but the wife says she does not mind at all if I want one, but I still say no, it's ok thanks.
So the girl, who was a well fit blond with cracking ****, walks away saying if we change our minds blah, blah. So after this the wife is really into it ( and more wine) to the extent that she starts chatting to two lads next to us and discussing the pros and cons of each dancer. You could tell the boys were well chuffed and I could overhear them telling her that my wife should get up as she was easily fit enough. I pretended I could not hear them over the music but all this was giving me a huge hard on.
Eventually the wife leaned over and shouted she needed the loo and off she swaggers through the sea if blokes. When she came back I could see eye had re applied her make up and the boys made a fuss of letting her sit back down. One if them even ' accidentally' brushed his hand over the back of her arse making her some space.
So through all this I am secretly watching all this carry on and not knowing whether to be turned on or pissed off. She is getting more and more flirty and she is leaning right into the two lads, placing her hand in the first boys thigh while leaning over him to talk to the other. I could see she was giving him a squeeze while pretending to chat to the other.
So the same dancer from earlier comes back trying to drum some business and although I protest, my wife drunkenly insists I have a private dance, to the point that she fishes out £20 and pays the girl. Now I know exactly what is going off and as she gets the money from her bag, notice her thong tucked inside! All this time she has been waggling around infront of these lads, she has been flashing her ***** at them too!
The dancer is laughing, unaware of all that's going on and half drags me up while the two guys and my wife cheer her on. So I realise I'm beaten and follow the dancer through to the private booths. Now I enjoyed thus fit woman stripping and gyrating her shaven ***** in my face but all the time I'm thinking what's going off outside. I thank the girl fir the dance and tip her another £20 then make my way carefully back to the bar.
Casually leaning round the corner I can see the wife still with the same lads. She is leaning over again and has the far lad with his hand inside her top, fondling her ****. I then realise the nearer lad has his hand up her skirt and us obviously fingering her *****. I was transfixed by it all. I was shaking, not with anger, but with excitement. They were sheilding most of this from everyone else and I could tell my wife was throbbing with lust. At this point I thought I'm going to have to intervene and casually sat back down. As soon as she saw me coming back she hastily removed herself and sat as if nothing had happened.
We carried on for a while then the Booze finally stopped her in her tracks. I virtually picked her up and called a taxi. The next encounter will be in here soon. Cheers.
Inside it was fairly quiet with a lot of scantily clad women chatting with the potential blokes at the bar and on the sofas.