Private Lap Dance

"I had no idea honey, why didn't you tell me this sooner?"

"I've been working up to it, I was ashamed for a long time but I know I love you and I know that you love me. I can't stop thinking about and how hot it makes me feel and I want you to be apart of it as well for obvious reasons."

"Well let's just see where this night takes us shall we?"

"Wait here a second."

I stand up to find the girl that I had scouted earlier, Jasmine. She was perfect for my husband, athletic build with long flowing blonde hair boobs that weren't too big but not small either and a nice tightness to her abs that let you know that she worked out. When I found her I whispered to her that I was here with my husband that we'd like a private show, she nodded back and came back with me to our table where my husband was drinking his beer and watching the new dancer on stage.

"Hey honey, Jasmine here is going to take us back to a private room."

"She is?"

"Yeah, do you like her? Is she beautiful or what? I picked her out just for you."

"She's stunning." I could see it on his face that he wasn't lying.

I grabbed my husband's hand and led him behind Jasmine weaving between tables. I had been looking forward to this, some hot chick grinding on my husband while I sit across the room, watching, eyes transfixed on the erotic scene.

The private room look quite luxurious in the darkened light with a comfortable lounge and another seat in the middle for the lucky man of the hour. Jasmine takes my husband's hand and leads him to this chair, I take a seat on the edge of the room off to the side so I have an uninterrupted view of what's about to happen. After all I was the one that had been anticipating this moment for much much longer than him. I pull out the first bill for the dancer and the music starts, she cuts a figure eight with her body, hands sliding up into her hair, pantomiming desire. My husband shoots me a look and I can see the pleasure in his face. The song progresses and swaying the bell of her ass she hooks her fingers on the little skirt she wears, lowering it to reveal her pink thong panties. Her ass is breathtaking, perfectly curved to elicit arousal. I lick my lips involuntarily.

Another song begins and she turns and shakes her ass in my husband's lap, always careful to not touch him. She dances closer, toying with her bra. Flirting with taking it off. I catch her eye and lay another bill on the table, she answers by removing the satin that cages her breasts. Wiggling, she has captivated my husband long ago and I am trapped in his satisfaction. Her breasts are small and upturned, the large nipples perked in the air. My clit starts to throb thinking of taking one in my mouth. The dancer watches him with black slit eyes, licking her finger she slides it down her body and traces one nipple then the other, body pulsing with the music.

On the final track she climbs up so she straddles my husband's knees, teasing him with her long hair; her breasts, tongue distance from your mouth. I think of you biting my nipples so they ache, and my hand creeps to twirl circles on my thigh. She preens for his eyes, arching so her ribs can be seen against her skin, nipples jutting into the air. Gyrating on him, she works her witchcraft, and I can see the drunkenness in his eyes. I am getting increasingly wet, and feel a trickle of desire between my ass cheeks. When I lay another bill on the table she stands up and away from him, licking her lips. Winking at me, she hooks her thumbs in her thong panties and slowly pushes them down to her ankles. The high heels elongate her calves and ass. Standing with legs splayed she reaches back, making a show of touching her pretty shaved pussy, so close you could touch. I see his fingers twitch as she taunts him more.

When the music shifts she quickly bends once more and pulls up the panties, breasts falling forward, hair tangling down. She smiles ever so sweetly as she picks up the money, tapping it lightly with her long nails. She walks out looking back at me where I mouth, "thank you", and leaves us to ourselves.

It may be a little dark in this room but I can still tell my husband enjoyed his time here. I walk over to him planting a passionate kiss on his lips and graze my hand over his still hard cock, confined in his pants. I feel him tremor, hear him moan and know that he has cum, just this feeling of another woman driving him this mad with desire has my pussy dripping and I suggest that we go home to continue his birthday celebration.