To prepare for amateur night

I was really starting to get concerned after five or ten minutes passed and I realized she was not in the bathroom for that long. Then I heard something I could not believe, “Gentlemen, tonight we have a real treat, an amateur local dancer making her first on-stage performance. Please welcome Lisa.?”

My head snapped around and I headed back to the rail. My wife, the shy woman who would barely even show herself to me, came strutting out on stage in front of 50 total strangers. Her little tits were so totally different than the normal strip club girls that it just added to erotic look. She was wearing a tight white tank top, cut off just below her tits, a pair of short, shorts that left a good part of her ass hanging out, and her long legs were shown off nicely by the extra high heels that she had on. Her face was one of lust, and a little drunkenness and I had never wanted to fuck her so bad in my whole life. I also realized that every other man in the place wanted the same thing and I suddenly realized that I wanted to get her off that stage before she showed her naked body to everyone.

I moved to the stage shouting her name, her head snapped around and she smiled a sexy sultry smile at me and put her hand out telling me to be cool. Then Jenna was next to me and pulling me towards the staircase that led up to the private viewing rooms on the second floor. She pushed me into the room where I still had a clear view of the stage and motioned for me to sit down. On stage I watched Lisa remove her top and begin to pull and knead her small, erect nipples to the enthusiastic hoots of the crowd. She was putting on quite a show and my cock was rock hard.

I turned to Jenna and said, “What on earth are you doing letting her out there. She doesn’t know what she is doing. What were you thinking?”

Jenna moved up close to me and I realized that she was naked other than the small G-string that covered her cunt. Her big tits were swaying just right, and I was having trouble concentrating on my indignant rage. She answered me by saying, “Looks to me like she is having a good time. Why don’t you just have a good time to and let her work out her body image problems on stage.?” Then she pushed me down in the chair and straddled me, I could feel her breasts against me, and the weight of her body on my hard cock was not very comfortable. I looked over her shoulder and saw my wife pulling down her shorts to reveal a G-string that did not cover much.