Quite well

Daphne begins dancing, a sexy little dance, and she is, much to her husband's delight, not the least bit shy. He watches her intently, knowing that all of those other men are watching as well, lusting after her. Wanting her, thinking about all the dirty things they'd love to do to his gorgeous wife. And if they played their cards right, one might get to. He hadn't quite worked that part out just yet, and was a bit too distracted by the vision before him to focus on that.

For Daphne's part, she was loving it, seeing all these men staring at her, cheering her on as she gyrated her body to the music, working to turn them all on more and more. She untied her top, and slid it off her body, covering her breasts with one hand, she tossed her top out to one of the audience members opposite her husband. She eyed the man who caught it, smiling at him, but then moving on. Making sure to make eye contact with as many of these men as possible, she uncovered her breasts, a move that was greeted by cheers. she contnued dancing, moving closer to the guys, letting them see up her skirt, even bending over for them, making sure they knew there was nothing on under it. Probably not strictly within the rules, but who cares? She was having a great time!

She continued dancing, jiggling her breasts to her audience's delight. Occasionally she would glance at her husband, who was obviously loving this. Here she was in a strip club, on stage, her top in the hands of one of the audience members, dancing like the little slut in heat that she was, and not a care in the world. As the song drew to a close, she stood near another customer, her ass to him, and bent over at the waist, legs spread shoulder width apart, and grabbed onto her ankles, sliding her hands up her tan, toned legs as she slowly stood upright, looking back at one of the guys as she undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor of the stage. Without taking her eyes off that customer, she kicked her skirt away, letting it land wherever, not even looking, at this moment not even caring where it landed.

The owner of the club noticed how careless she was with her clothes, and momentarily considered having security collect those items, but decided against it. He wanted to see where this was going, just how far this hot little trophy wife would push things. He looked over at her husband, thinking he was crazy for letting her do this, but it was obvious that his friend was enjoying the show, so he just shrugged and did the same.

Daphne, now nude except for her heels, kept dancing, her movements becoming more and more provocative. Her mind was swimming in lust and excitement at this point, and seemed to be trying to turn her audience on as much as she was. At one point crouching down, legs spread, in front of a few guys, sliding two fingers into her very wet pussy as deep as she could, then pulling them out, sucking on them and smiling, looking into their eyes all the while. She even spent some time working the pole, wrapping her legs around it, spinning around and even humping it.

As the second song came to a close, she got down on all fours, and began crawling around the edge of the stage, to collect her tips, the guy who had caught her top tipping especially well, though he neglected to give that back. She smiled and winked at her husband as she crawled past him, collecting a generous tip from him as well. The guy who had, unknown to Daphne, caught her skirt, also tipped quite well, though he made no mention that he had it. Once all the tips were collected, she stood up and walked off stage, only then realizing what she'd forgotten.

She considered her options for a moment, as she put her tips in her purse. She could ask one of the girls to collect her clothes, or maybe get security or her husband to do it. Or she could go out and ask for her clothes back. Or she could just say screw it, stay naked and go out there and see who wants a lap dance. Daphne weighed her options, and finally, she decided on...