Wife Strips for My Boss

I found this story somewhere on this site and just did a second draft of it. Enjoyed the premise, so all props to the original author, just wanted to try something different.

Amateur Night

It was one of those nights where my wife and me went for happy hour in the afternoon. We got pretty buzzed by 8 pm. We were on the way back home and took a detour to avoid traffic. In the path of the detour was a strip joint. My wife egged me on about visiting the strip joint and thought it would adventurous for both of us. I always complained about me and her being kinky and doing wild things. She wanted to prove that she wasn’t a prude. She was feeling tipsy and it helped in her opening up. So I found parking easily and we both went in.

Once in there we realized it was “Amateur Night”, meaning they had night for regular girls to strut their stuff. They were able to make money as well if the guys offered. There was also a contest for the amateur girls and first place would win $250. It was ten dollars to get in and I asked my wife jokingly if she wanted too. She gave me a sly look and said no. We sat away from the crowd and stage; we had our own love seats.

We got some more drinks and observed the action on stage. There were about 6 professional strippers they were different kinds; black, Asian, and Spanish. My wife asked if they were hot and I replied, “They are not bad“ with a smile. She gasped at my answer but continue to observe the girls. My wife has a thing for girl’s butts, she loves them nice and curvy. She was busy checking out one girl in particular, a Spanish girl she seemed to be Puerto Rican. Nice and big tanned ass, it was oiled up. Her tits were a B cup but round and firm. She had a pretty face to match and her hair had highlights as well. I was ogling her alongside my girl.

She caught that and asked, “You think she is hot?”

I didn’t answer to avoid an argument. She continued, “Do you think I’m still hot? Hot enough to be a stripper?”

I quickly answered yes to those questions. She was glad with my responses. Then she said, “Why don’t I do it right here for you?”

I was stunned at her intentions. It was practically a dare for me. I would always push her about being sexy and this was her chance to prove to me that she was game. I felt a bit awkward about her stripping down in front of others, but at the same time it turned me on. Maybe she was bluffing but the only way to find out is by agreeing to her proposal. So I didn’t chicken out and said, “Sure show me what you got.”

My wife didn’t even say a word and smiled. She got up and started to dance in front of me. She was dancing to some hip-hops songs being played. She moved her hips to the beat of the song. Her hand was caressing her clothed body and she was being very sensual. She smiled hard as she teasingly started to raise her white sweater. Her flesh was being exposed; each inch was agony to watch. Within 10 seconds her top was over her white bra. Once over her breasts she pulled the garment off and chucked it to the corner.

My wife’s next goal was to remove her black tights that she was wearing. She first turned her back to me and then bends over to touch the floor. Her tight clad ass pointing at my face, she wiggled her ass to tease. She toyed with the waistband of the tights and asked looking over her shoulder “You sure baby? You really want me to do this?”

All I could do is nod for approval. She forgot to take off her black high heels in order to remove her tights. She almost lost her balance in doing so but got it off. Next her black tights were sliding down her thick smooth thighs and legs. She threw her tights to the corner as well and put back on her heels. My hard on was straining under my jeans as she turned to face me.

There was my sexy, curvy 30 year old wife half naked in a strip club. She was wearing white bra and white satin panties to match. Her black high heels on which made her look 5’9 in height. Let me describe my girl; she is about 5’7 and 125 pounds, weight distributed in all the right places. She has 34 C size cup tits, a nice round plump ass, nice thick smooth thighs, flat tummy with a belly ring, and nice legs. Her hairstyle is a wild mane of dark brown and jet black streaks. Her skin tone is like soft creamy white.
She was standing up and looking down on me with her hands on her hips.

I was speechless but she felt in control and confident. Her high heels clicked as she came towards me and then she straddled my lap. She winked and started to grind on my crotch. Her bra covered breast brushing my chest and my hand was touching her smooth but cold thighs.

I whispered to her, “Damn you’re turning me on. I want to take you home and fuck you.”

Just then some of the older guys from afar chanted, “Take it off, take it off.” One of the guys told me to offer her money to take off her bra. They were eager to see her perfect 34 C size titties. My wife just laughed off their lewd comments. I ignored it too, I was just about to go around and cup my girl’s gorgeous fat ass as she was breathing down my neck.

Just then in the corner of my eye, I saw my boss from my new job and his business partner friend with him. I didn’t know if he saw me, but I quickly informed my wife of the situation. Her head was facing towards the crowd below and observing for me. I was looking the other way to avoid any further eye contact with my boss. How embarrassing it would be if he found out this was my wife and she is half naked in front of him and this entire strip club. I could never look at him in the face without losing any pride.

My girl asked for his description and I described what he was wearing. She then told me “Hey babe, I think he is coming this way. What should we do?!”

I said, “This would be so embarrassing if he found out who you are.” I panicked and whispered in her ear “Act like you’re a stripper here. He’s never seen you before, so just play along.”

Before she could reply I heard supposed say, “Hey Johnny boy, what you doing here? I thought I saw you before so I came over here to make sure.”

My name is John; my boss’s name is Lance. He is an obnoxious older Italian guy. He is about my height but is a bit more built; he works out to stay in shape for the ladies. He thinks he is a ladies man and thinks he is a God’s gift to woman. He is about 42 years old and has a girlfriend of several years and they have an open relationship which as he tells it, means they can both have sex with other women. So he can organize the occasion Threesome and cheats all the time but his girlfriend never sleeps with other men.

His business partner and my boss’s friend Joel is a geeky older guy with glasses and shorter at 5’6.

It was a small company and I had only been working for them for the last six months. Lance was a slimy underhanded business man. The kind who steals and cheats and lies to get ahead. The company had fallen on hard times and he actually owed me a couple paychecks. I would have quit but in truth there aren’t many jobs like this out there right now and this was better than nothing. I wasn’t surprised that he would hang out in a scummy strip club like this.

So I started to reply to Lance and Joel as my wife started to dismount my lap. I told them, “Oh I am here with some of my buddies, trying to take a load off.”

Lance replied, “I know what you mean.” He said that by ogling at my wife’s half naked body from head to toe. He then asked “Who is this lovely lady?” by taking her hand and twirling her around 360º.

She blushed and I said, “Oh….umm this is Candy. She was just giving me a lap dance.”

He grinned and took her same hand and placed a kiss. He told her, “Hey sweetie, why don’t you come over here and sit with me? I got more bills than Johnny boy. I am his boss at work. Isn’t that right Johnny?”

I could only reply a “yes”. He sat on the love seat next to me and patted his right leg for my wife to sit on. She nervously smiled and sat down on his right leg.

He looked up at her and said, “Us older guys usually have the most money and experience. So if you want to make some money, youre in the right place.”

My wife hated pigish men and her sarcastic reply was, “Oh is that right, so you’re like a sugar daddy?”

He replied, “Yeah if you want me to be and if you do all the right moves.” He finished with a wink.

My wife was a bit stiff sitting on his leg and looked uncomfortable. She crossed her legs to hide her camel toe panties, but at the same time her legs looked long and sexy.

Lance asked her, “You look a little uncomfortable. Are you new here? I never saw you before.”

Her answer was yes and that she started the other day. He said, ”I thought you were, but you’re in good hands baby. I will break you in slowly.”

His right hand was behind her back and making small circles. His left hand began caressing her smooth thighs. He quickly said, “Oh baby you have some smooth thighs, but your body is freezing. Let me warm you up.”

His left hand was rubbing up and down her legs. He was admiring her tits, his face was eye level with them. Joel returned with two tall drinks of whiskey. Lance was now busy trying to open my wife’s legs with his left hand. He tried to stick it between her mid thighs, but she showed some sign of restraint.

Lance then took his drink and offered my girl to drink saying, “Sweetie take a long sip and make sure the security doesn’t see. I don’t want you getting in trouble for drinking on the job.”

He urged her and she took his offer. She inhaled almost half of the cup; I think she needed some encouragement to get through this ordeal. He then took the cup and started to slide the cup up and down on her legs and thighs. This made her skin feel even colder, her nipples popping out of her bra. She was almost quivering in his lap.

He teased her, “I could stop doing that if you could open up those sexy legs of yours.” He asked, “Can you?”

She opened her mouth to say something but she was breathing hard. She could only nod and then she slowly uncrossed her legs and opened them for him. Now with his free hand he made small circles in her inner thighs and was inching higher. He went extremely slow and my wife was watching intently at his fingers. She was anticipating his fingers going for her pussy.

He took his time before he covered his whole hand over her panty-covered pussy. He groped it hard; he felt her mound and the material of her panties. My wife slightly bit her lower lip from his touches. Lance told her, “Candy you must love your job, cause you’re wet through your panties.”

He could clearly see her pussy outline and openly traced her vagina lips and clitoris. She briefly closed her eyes from contact from those parts. He then went up to her belly button to play with her belly ring and then got a quick squeeze of her tits. He complimented my wife on the size of her tits and how big and natural they are.

Lance requested again for her to drink and to finish the drink, and she did. He then said “Why don’t you get fully on my lap and give the same attention you gave Johnny boy over there?”

She looked at me briefly before she got up and straddled my bosses lap! Within seconds she was grinding on his lap while my boss sat back and enjoyed the dry humping. My wife was doing a good job grinding her pelvis against his groin and soon was rubbing her tits against his chest. My bosses’ hand was all over her panty clad ass, he was squeezing her ass cheeks.

He was talking dirty to her saying, “Can you feel that bad boy down there poking you? I think he likes you!”

She didn’t respond but kept gyrating on him, her tits in his face now. Lance gave a quick peck on the tops of her cleavage. She didn’t mind cause she was too busy trying to do a good job. Her goal was to get him off her back. At least that’s what I assumed. Maybe she was pissed off that I would put her through all this.