I stripped on amateur night and loved it
Not too long ago I decided to humor my husband and went to a strip club with him. While I had initially thought that all the women were skanky whores and he always defended them saying perhaps some were, but most were not, I have to admit that he was correct. Maybe it was because I had so much to drink, or maybe because he kept going on about how sexy it was that I was there, or maybe it was the fact that I found the dancers to be sexy and empowered, but I found myself getting turned on. I also didn't know that the club I picked--he let me choose--was having an amateur night.
Every dancer would finish her set, go in back for a few minutes, and then come out and work the crowd for tips. My husband refused to allow them to give him a lap dance, but he'd sit back and watch them grind on me for their dollar. He's not only a perv, but a smart one. Each dancer asked me if I was going to compete in the amateur contest. I always said NO. But when they started calling for the amateurs to shake it on stage three of the strippers pulled me to the bar to have me sign up. I protested but secretly inside I was turned on like never before. The thought of dancing on the stage with the lights painting me as a sexy vixen while everyone else stared at me, cheered, and fantasized over me had me dripping wet.
I showed my ID and the girls pulled me into the back and helped me get ready. Luckily I had on a matching thong and pushup bra because it was our wild night out together. They helped me with my makeup and fluffed out my hair and gave me some pointers on how to make my dress look sexier on stage. I went out to the DJ and found some music to dance to and before i was ready it was my turn. I got on the stage and after feeling like an idiot and almost tripping myself I got into dancing all sexy and lost myself in the feeling.
By the end of the first song I had totally forgotten my husband was watching me from just a few rows away. I had also teased the guys by lifting and bending in my dress and gave them all peaks of what was underneath. When the second song started I came out of my trance and saw that almost ten guys were pressed up against the stage and waving money. By the end of the second song I had my legs stroked by guys, my body complimented upon in both lewd and polite ways and my body was on fire. I was so wet I was afraid to spread my legs because there was no way anyone could miss how horny I was.
I pulled off my bra and my nipples were so hard even the air felt like a thousand tongues on them. I danced like a slut in heat and even enjoyed the sensation of the pole between my legs as I thrust myself back and forth. I could feel the heat coursing through my entire body. For my last song I was like an animal in heat. I pumped my ass up and down and thrust my hips out, caressed myself, and ran my fingers up and down my wet pussy. Halfway through I peeled my soaked panties off and let them drop to the stage floor. I then went to each guy up front and thrust my hotness in their faces. With their hands on my thighs and then feeling their breath on my folds I was so close to cumming that I feared I'd orgasm right there on the stage. When my set was over I collected my panties and money (I made almost $100!) and then realized what I had just done. I smiled at the applause, thankful the lights hid my embarrassment, grabbed my drsss and ran to the back dressing room. The real dancers told me how amazing I was and how super hot I looked and talked me down from my high nerves. They then told me that I could towel off and get dressed in the bathroom. I took them up on the offer but just stood there in front of the full length mirror for what seemed like forever as I thought about what I did. I put on up my panties, but they were soaked through and there was no way I could keep wearing them. I decided to put them in my dress pocket with my bra and then realized that I had left my bra on stage. My head was going a mile a minute and it didn't even phase me. I stripped them off and then looked at myself in the mirror. I threw my dress on over my nude body and relived some of the moves I did and noticed how flushed and sexy I looked in the mirror. I heard some applause from out front and that sent me over the edge. I pulled up my dress and plunged my fingers into my sopping pussy and fingered my clit with a fury I hadn't felt in almost forever. I came so hard that my knees buckled and I could barely stifle my moans. I hurriedly wiped the juices off my inner thighs, cleaned my hand up with my tongue and left the bathroom and after thanking the strippers for a great time I made my way to my husband.
He was being kept company by two other dancers but his face lit up when he saw me. I was half afraid and half hopeful that he would be jealous, but he was super turned on by what I had done. I didn't bother to wait until the end of amateur contest so I don't even know if I placed or won. I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the chair and told him that we needed to leave NOW! As we were leaving the guys in the club thanked me, told me I was beautiful and sexy, and I heard one comment that I wasn't wearing a bra as I passed. I got all wet again hearing that. As soon as we got outside I pulled my soaked panties out of my pocket and rubbed them all over my smiling husband's face. When we got in the car I still turned on and opened my legs and played with myself while he drove. We went straight home and had hard rough sex and I couldn't get enough.
Since then he's mentioned going back for another round but I keep telling him that it was a one time only thing just to shut him up and never again. That was what I insisted on when I let him take me the first time. Secretly I want to do it again, not for a living but just for the sexual charge. Every time I think about it, which is a lot, I get all wet and horny again and I still masturbate to it at least twice a week. Such a thrill! I don't know whether to let him "convince" me to do it again, ask him, or just let it be one and done.