“Making her stage debut…"

“Making her stage debut…the irresistible Eve!”

I beamed. My wife shook her ass on stage, her thong barely covering her tight little asshole. She danced as the men shouted, throwing dollar bills at her almost entirely nude body. She grabbed her tits and spun around the pole, just like she’d practiced over and over again. She climbed up, flipped upside down, and slid towards the earth as the drunks zeroed in on her. She was electric. The other strippers watched jealously as the men gathered around the stage. She wasn’t fat or covered in tattoos, nor did she bear any of the signs of a run-through slut driven to stripping by necessity — because she was a good girl. She was an honest-to-God good girl. I could hardly believe it. I actually got a good girl to mount a stripper pole.

“Eve” raked in the money as she danced. Everyone wanted a private room with her — but I was first. We’d agreed on that. I knew other men would want her for a lap dance, but I insisted on being first in line. I wanted to get her warmed up. She’d cross a lot of lines with me — since it was me — and then she’d be primed to do the same with her other customers.

The song finally ended, and she assured the crowd of men that they’d get their turn with her. She made eye contact with me, barely able to contain herself. She beelined across the room.

“How was it?” She was breathing hard.

“You were fucking amazing,” I said, honestly. “You were a goddess up there.”

She squealed.

“How about a private dance?” I asked with a wink.

“I think I could do that,” she said. “But literally all those guys asked me, too…”

“They can wait,” I said. “I need a song with my girl.”

She grabbed my hand and led me back to the private rooms, hidden by curtains, as the other men glared at me. It’s just one song, I thought to myself. She’ll be all yours after that.

She didn’t hold back. The bouncer poked his head in once, but he knew she was my girl. He shook his head, but he didn’t interrupt. She was getting dirty with me. She grabbed my crotch, kissing me and biting my neck. I grabbed her ass, giving her a loud spank — loud enough for the bouncer to hear. He didn’t intervene.

I rubbed her clit as she danced on me, feeling her wet pussy. God, she was turned on. She loved this. I chose a good path for her. I slid my finger up her pussy and she covered her mouth. She grabbed my throat, knowing that the hidden camera in the room would see us. I didn’t care. Let them watch.

I fingered her as she moaned, grinding on me, muffled through her hand. The song ended all too soon.

She rested her fat ass on my lap. “Okay, love…”

“I know,” I said. “Go get your bag.”

She smiled and kissed me deeply.