He does, but he has reservations.

“That seems dangerous. Some of the people who would be at my bachelor party will also be at our wedding, my younger brother will be my best man, and he would be at a bachelor party.” Larry replied to his fiancé suggesting perhaps she could strip at his bachelor party.

“It isn’t that big a deal baby, strippers live normal lives.“ Vixxen replied, “They go buy groceries, they go drink coffee, the have second jobs sometimes, their worlds meet from time to time, and I was recognized a few times, but not often.”

“I wore heavy makeup, glitter, rather outlandish outfits and I always wore a wig,” Vixxen continued. “With makeup you can make your facial features look different, and I danced with all kinds of hair color. Blonde, red, pink, blue, you name it. Short, long, curly, straight, dreads, all kinds of hair. And when the shift is over, the hair comes off, the makeup comes off.”

Larry had never considered how a stripper would have to manage their professional and personal lives, to limit their intersection.

“If I danced at your party, I could even wear a mask, perhaps wear a dominatrix outfit, all leather and latex,” she continued. “Your younger brother would never know. The lights are low when you dance, sometimes under a black light, so my skin color might not even be identifiable, I could wear colored contact lenses, I would wear a blonde wig and make my eyes look blue. My skin tone is light enough he might think me Asian, or just a very tanned blonde.”

All of that made sense, Larry thought. The idea of his wife to be entertaining his best friends and his brother without them even knowing was stimulating.

“They wouldn’t know?” Larry asked, there would not be long between the party and the wedding.

“Not at all babe, I can make myself up and show you, but how I would look in a crazy outfit with blonde hair and blue eyes under a black light, compared to me in bright light in a beautiful white dress?” Vixxen replied, “Not even close babe, it is why strippers dress the way they do, why they wear so much fucking makeup and glitter.”

“If only you saw what all that crap looks like in the dressing room under lights, it is designed to be a part of the costume on stage.”

“Fair enough,” Larry replied. “Are you sure that is something you would want to do? You really seem like you were trying to get out of that life.”

“Oh I’m out, and I’m not going back,” Vixxen replied. “But I love you as much as I think a person can, if it would make you happy, I will happily do anything you want.”

Larry frowned a bit, “This isn’t just about me and what I want, it can’t be.”

Vixxen smiled, “Babe, I am a pervert too, just as bad as you, I guarantee it.” Vixxen replied. “Nikki, my friend who came to town, she will be my maid of honor, and she and I were in a sexual relationship for two years. We fucked each other like you wouldn’t believe.”

Larry felt his cock twitch, he had always enjoyed watching women have sex.

“When I was in Vegas before I got married? I was with a woman then as well for a time, I once lived with two men, and had a month long sexual relationship with both. And I had a two week fling with a pornstar.” Vixxen continued, “I promise you, I would enjoy it as well, and we would only do it the one time right?”

“I think I could live with that,” Larry replied. “If you think it can be safe, and can be kept anonymous.”

“And I think it would probably only be a one time thing,” Larry replied. “But I am not a practitioner of normal moral standards. If we want to do something society doesn’t like, then fuck society.”

Larry always seemed to surprise Vixxen, and always in a pleasant way. She was torn, between a hunger for sex that was difficult to satisfy, and an adoration for her fiancé. It seemed he shared her lust for life, and for carnal pleasure.

If such an arrangement could work for anyone it might work for them, and perhaps they would avoid the stagnation she had seen with her ex-husband.

So they agreed to have Vixxen dance for his bachelor party, she would need at least one other dance, maybe two, but she would work that out after Larry figured out how many people he was going to invite.

Larry was conflicted, but excited. He knew he was not going to easily put the part of him away who loved a less traditional sex life, but he was willing to put it away to marry Vixxen, to devote his life to her.

But was it possible to have both? Could they keep and protect the love they had, not risking it by expanding the traditional boundaries of a married life?

He hoped so, he would do all he could to make Vixxen happy, if there was a way to have both they would find it together. If it proved to be too much, he would leave it.

But he could not deny the image in his head, the vision of his beautiful black fiancé serving as a stripper for his bachelor party, and secretly fucking him in front of his friends, maybe doing things with them as well.