Trophy wife, stripper wife

While he was certain that she'd go along with it, he did want to talk about it with her beforehand. "So, how about you play stripper for the night?" He began, and immediately her eyes lit up at the idea. He continued, "I know the owner of one of the clubs, and I'm sure he'd be happy to accommodate us. She looked at him, smiling, her chest heaving, barely contained by the top, "Sounds hot! So you're turned on at the thought of me being a stripper? All those men looking at your wife, getting naked, dancing on stage?" She says as she reaches a hand over, resting it on his very stiff cock. "Go ahead and call your friend and arrange it. And while you're doing that, I'm going to have a chat with your little friend here." And without another word, she's got his cock pulled out of his pants and her head in her lap, softly sucking it. He calls up his friend, and makes the arrangements, trying to keep his driving and his voice steady as his hot blonde wife sucks his cock.

Soon after he finishes making the arrangements, they arrive, and Daphne begins sucking his cock harder, making him explode in her mouth, and eagerly swallowing down every drop. She can't remember the last time she was so horny. After she finishes swallowing his cum, she sits upright, checking her lipstick in the mirror and touching it up a bit. She looks and sees that they've arrived, and quickly gets out of the car, practically hopping with excitement, waiting for her husband to catch up with her. They reach the door, and are met by his friend, "So this is the little wife?" He says, eyeing her up and down, and smiling. He'd seen her in pictures before, but this was their first time meeting. Her pictures didn't do her justice.

He escorted the two in and explained how things would work. Daphne would take the stage and dance for two songs in a row. During the first song she'd get topless, then for the next song the rest of her clothes would come off. If she wanted, afterwards she could work the room, to see if anybody wanted a lap dance. And if she enjoyed herself, it was still early enough that she could get another round on stage. Daphne was beaming with excitement at this point, and her husband looked at her, knowing how much all the men here were going to enjoy seeing her nude body. Not that they weren't already enjoying the view. Even with all the other scantily clad girls in this place, she stood out. His cock stiffened at the thought of all of them seeing her naked.

"Ok, so when do I go on?" Was all she asked. Daphne was primed and ready to get started. She couldn't wait to get on with this. She looked over at her husband, and could see the excitement on his face as well, but she wanted to be sure, so she leaned in close and said in his ear, "Are you sure you want this? Once I hit the stage there's no turning back. I'll be your hot, slutty little stripper wife the rest of the night. I'll be giving these men lap dances, flirting with them, I may even let some of them touch me, are you ready for that?" She ended her question with a squeeze of his already stiffening cock. He turned to her, looking into her bright blue eyes, "Oh more ready than you know, baby. Now get up there and show them what you've got!"

And with that, she went backstage, and he found a seat at the stage, ordering a drink as he did so. His friend sitting down next to him, wanting a good view of the show. Soon the girl onstage was finished with her dance, picked up her tips and clothes, and left the stage, and the DJ's voice came in over the PA, "Next up is Daphne! It's this sexy little trophy wife's first time on our stage, so give her a warm welcome!" And with that, she came out on stage, blowing a kiss to her husband, and the music began, and so did her dance.