Originally Posted by nothere
More than a year had passed since my last meeting with Anne. I was contacted by a man who wanted to discuss a business project. At his suggestion, we met over dinner at the now familiar hotel. As we were getting ready to leave, Anne suddenly sat down at the table. It was she who recommended me to my new client. When the client left, I bought Anne a thank you drink in the hotel lounge. Over the next hour, she told me how her marriage drama concluded. The last chapter regarding her marriage was actually amusing enough to include here.
About two weeks after our last meeting, Anne's husband came to the court house over the lunch hour. Due to the nature of his legal practice, he seldom went to court himself. He had heard about Anne from other lawyers. Then his firm's legal courier mentioned Anne answering her door in her undies. When hubby saw her sitting on the steps, he was very turned on.
Anne and hubby had dinner at the hotel that evening and discussed getting back together. Not only was the hubby NOT humiliated by Anne's behavior, he loved it. The reason that their marriage had cooled down was because Anne had become much more conservative after they wed. Due to his status in the legal community, she was trying to be the staid lawyer's wife, but he wanted the whimsical and mischievous free spirit with whom he fell in love.
One of hubby's problems during his first marriage was that his wife got very angry when he asked her to dress in sexy, revealing clothes when they went out. She accused him of being a pervert and a creep. They fell out of love and drifted apart. He didn't want to make the same mistake with Anne. In a way, Anne's flawed strategy worked, but not how she expected.
They planned an early dinner at the hotel two days later. Anne had a surprise for her hubby. After eating, she went back to her home around the corner. It was just getting dark, about 8 PM in July. By prior arrangement, Anne's friend took her hubby to the second floor room next to the fire escape door. The room faced her studio apartment. Every window was visible. Together, they watched Anne enter her studio and undress in front of a window. This was a special moment for Anne. When she was naked, Anne climbed out of her window and lay down on her folding chaise lounge with her legs dangling over each side. Details could not be seen at such a long distance, but Anne was obviously naked. Daylight was just fading, so she was still quite visible. Tipped off by the friend, a few employees on a smoking break watched as well.
Anne and her hubby became a couple again. However, he wanted her to stay in her studio until the end of her short term lease in October. They would keep their reconciliation a secret so that Anne could continue her behavior. It became a game. He actually asked her hotel friend to put his favorite male guests in the rooms with the best view of Anne's studio. .
Regarding her sitting on the courthouse steps, hubby encouraged Anne to sometimes skip the panties. On those days, he would stop and stare at her from the street, and then shake his head like he was upset. That made everyone look at her. It was all a great farce. Until Anne actually moved back home, her support group continued to urge her on her "humiliation" campaign. If she went without panties, she would ask her support colleagues to check her out. What did they think? The men really liked the no panty look, but the women thought that she was demeaning herself by going a step too far.
Anne told me that shortly before they officially reconciled, hubby had an idea. There was a beer and wine bar in a small town about twenty miles away that had an interesting tradition. The beer bar was commonly known as Pete's. I'd been to Pete's with some buddies a few times. It occupied what had been a row house, the last house next to the street. It was long and narrow with a bar on one side and a pool table in the back. He also bought the row house next door to use for storage and a refrigerated cold room. Their combined rear patios functioned as an outdoor beer garden in the summer. Pete was divorced. He and his son's family lived upstairs.
The town once had a thriving foundry that was the primary local employer. It was actually the main reason the town came into being. After the foundry closed, many families eventually moved away. Most of the local stores were boarded up. The nearest Walmart or Dollar store was 10 miles away. Real estate was cheap. The subsequent low rents attracted mostly unskilled working folks who usually worked in nearby towns as construction day laborers, seasonal or temp workers and single moms with part time jobs. It became a multi ethnic community. Everybody got along well, but most were living close to the edge.
Old Pete was a wounded Korean War vet who wore a leg brace. He was a little rough around the edges but he had a kind heart. He also had a strong community spirit. His bar was a generally friendly place that closed at midnight. Pete did not tolerate nonsense. He used a hand-carved oak walking cane and he wasn't afraid to wield it. Pete and his son ran the bar. His prices were low. If people were hungry, Pete served hot dogs, burgers, fries and chili. On busy nights, Pete's 40-ish daughter-in-law or his 18 year old granddaughter waited tables.
After the foundry closed, Pete started what he called "Old Wives Tails". It was an amateur strip night, created especially for the local ladies to strut their stuff on top of his pool table and earn tips. Big town clubs and bars already had amateur nights and wet T-shirt contests, but Pete's place was different. It was intended to be no pressure casual fun, a non judgmental way for some of the hard pressed couples and single moms to earn some extra tax free cash. No pros were allowed. Everybody was treated with respect. Rowdy rule violators would meet Pete's stick. It was awkward at first to strip in front of people you might know, but sometimes the rent money came first. Once they got used to it, some women danced to the juke box music a couple of times per month. The audience was always very encouraging.
When the word got out, couples from nearby towns began joining the fun. They might like the chance to have a bit of fun "just this once", but were reluctant to do it where their next door neighbors might see them. Often "just this once" turned into a monthly visit.
The contestant couples were entitled to free draught beer. The women were a mixed lot of all ages, shapes and shades. Some would strip to their undies only. Some cheated and wore a bikini bathing suit initially. The single moms usually got naked in order to meet their rent or buy kids clothes. Naked got more tips. Old Wives Tails night became a sort of local institution. Sometimes there were no strippers at all, or the participants were the patrons mother's age. That's the way Pete liked it. On slow nights, his own daughter-in-law would sometimes strip to start the action and keep the tradition alive. She actually liked doing it and was well tipped. In the timeframe of this story, Pete's 18 year old granddaughter also stripped about once a month for spending money. Neither Pete nor his son had a problem with that. Pete and his cane kept good order.
Following her husband's suggestion, Anne told two of her male groupies in total confidence that she was thinking about stripping at Wives Tails. What did they think? They were very enthusiastic about the idea. They were to basically keep it a secret, but after the fact they could whisper it about among their male friends most likely to tell her husband. The men agreed to drive her to Pete's so that she could drink up her courage without getting a DUI.
Anne bought a dress for the occasion. It was a red knit cotton mini dress that buttoned up the front. Except for hose and a corset style garter belt that covered her tummy bulge, that was all she wore. The dress was so short that her stocking tops and garters showed when she walked. Her drivers loved it. It was a huge giggle. When they got to Pete's, there were nearly a dozen people that Anne knew, including a young female colleague and her boyfriend. Anne's drivers admitted to telling just a few people. Anne's husband predicted that would happen.
They took tables near the pool table and began drinking pitchers of beer. The daughter-in-law asked Anne if she was a contestant. Anne said maybe if somebody went first. In a few minutes, the daughter-in-law started things off by doing a two song set. She took off her denim skirt, T-shirt and undies. She then waved Anne over to the pool table. Once Anne got to the step stool, the daughter-in-law jumped down and Pete's son helped Anne onto the table top.
The son played two Motown songs on the juke box. For her first song, Anne unbuttoned her dress and basically teased the audience by opening and closing it. For her second song, Anne threw the dress to her friends and danced, making sure that everyone got a look. She often bent over to display her butt. Anne was so graphic in telling me about it that I could easily see it in my mind since I knew the place. When she finished, everybody cheered so much that she danced to a third song. Still undressed, she joined her colleagues and sipped some beer. Before dressing, she walked down the length of the room, thanking everyone for their kindness. She then put her whole pile of tip dollars into the bar's charity collection can. That made her even more popular with the crowd.
Anne was happy. She had thoroughly exposed herself to maybe 50 people, including several colleagues. It was a good night for everyone. A surprise was that her inebriated young female colleague, urged on by her boyfriend who learned that their beer would be free, danced two songs in just her panties. Anne's husband was thrilled about her Wives Tail tale.
According to Anne, their brief separation resulted in marital bliss. Their biggest issue had been their lack of honest communication. Once they were on the same page, their life was nearly perfect. Anne was still professional on the job, but continued to eat lunch on the steps on warm days. Her hubby continued to look at pretty women, but Anne was now able to accept it, especially since he now frequently watched her entertain her mostly male webcam audience. Anne felt compelled to confess that she'd had sex with her hotel buddy, but justified it because she thought that hubby was cheating. Hubby was not upset. He expected it.
They took weekend trips to nearby cities where her husband had found hotels across the street from other hotels or apartments. They never closed their curtains. Or they stayed at older motels that had truck parking. Their curtains were always open enough for people to see in from the parking lot. Hubby took her shopping and encouraged her to keep her changing booth curtains open. When they went to parks, a beach or hotel pool, Anne swam and sun bathed in her undies. She said that she didn't own a regular swim suit. At a few of the hotel pools, she was asked to leave. After Anne confessed about her little fling with her hotel friend, hubby invited him on occasional weekend outings.
They both loved their lifestyle. In the end, I guess that they both got what they wanted in a spouse, but their journey took a twisted road. The only thing that disturbed them both was that Anne's captured webcam pics began showing up in news groups and on user group sites on Yahoo. The photos were low rez, small and seldom showed her much of her face, but Anne hadn't considered that her cam shows could be captured. When they learned that, Anne made more of an effort to hide her face and eventually retired her cam.
The problem with a lifestyle that is so heavily oriented around sexual pleasures is that many people will consider that to be perverted and creepy. If one has a professional reputation to protect, that lifestyle can be challenging..Having webcam captures floating around the net is problematical. That was the dark side of camming that I learned about during my research.
That was the last time Anne and I talked about her marriage until I ran into her at a memorial service many years later. Now approaching sixty, she was still fit and attractive. I asked her if she still played tennis without her baggy bloomers. She just smiled and nodded her head.
**A note about Pete's: When I mentioned having visited Pete's previously, I initially went because I was asked by a local monthly business oriented newspaper. Pete and a group of veterans had a motorcycle club that raised money for local causes. The group at the time included vets from Korea to Desert Storm. Pete himself rode a modified meter maid three wheeler because of his disability. The article was to celebrate Pete's business, the bikers and their friends for their dedication to helping the local folks. When I approached Pete, he actually got angry. A local entertainment oriented free newspaper wrote a tongue-in-cheek story about Old Wives Tails that attracted hookers, pro strippers and their posse. Pete was furious and chased them away. He wanted no more publicity. The people that counted already knew about him. That gruff guy with a big heart made me an admirer. I was happy to learn about Anna's escapade there, and was happier still that she donated her tips to Pete's fund.
About ten years ago, Pete's block was razed to make way for a small supermarket, Dollar store and a laundromat. I really don't know what happened to Pete himself, but I'm told that his granddaughter became a stripper in a big town club. Pete's son tends bar in the same club.
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