I have a male friend who worked part time at a local strip club. I usually don't visit friends at work but for him, I made an exception. I got to know a lot of the girls here. I was close with two (one really liked me). I took them on vacation once. That was an experience! Anyway, women patrons can get away with a LOT more than guys can. That makes the it much more enjoyable for everyone.
It took me awhile to get my ex-wife to go when we were together. She thought those places were gross and scummy (we know some are). I kept asking but she wasn't into it until one night she asked what I wanted to do. I said "Let's go to dinner then to a stripe club". She said okay. That night was pretty wild! We sat back and watched for awhile. A massage guy came by to ask if we wanted a massage. I looked at my wife and asked if she wanted one. She said yes. We went to the area were they do it near the bar on the side wall. She took her shirt off and sat there topless while getting a massage from the girl.. She was the only woman there. The rest were guys who were enjoying the view of a customer being topless. A bouncer came by at a point and asked her to put her shirt on.
We later worked over to the main stage. Hung there for awhile then she went to the bathroom. One of the girls who were making her way around the stage stopped to ask if I wanted a dance. I told her to come back when my wife was there so she did. We ended up going to the back with her. My wife was wearing a top that I can best describe as it looked like d****s. Two pieces of material that loosely hung down over her breasts with an opening down the middle. Very easy access. We sat next to each other (me on her left) as the girl started her thing alternating between us. I nodded to my wife when the girl was nuzzling my neck and told her to spend more time on her so she did. My ex was not into women at all. One of those things she'd NEVER do. Well, they were getting kind of friendly. The stripped was gently kissing her neck and working to her lips. Then she moved her head to the other side of her face. This was happening as I started to drink. As I sucked on the straw I saw their looks meet and then they started to kiss as the stripper's slipped into her top to feel her breasts. I guess I took a breath in as I was sucking on the straw because I started to choke. Couldn't breast for at least 20 seconds. I kept that to myself. If I was going to die, I was going to do with that view. This went on for at least one song. They both had their tops off, kissing each other's lips and breasts. It was my first time experiencing something like this. Life could not have been any better.
We went back a few times after that. Those trips were good but nothing topped the first time. And... nine months after our first trip to the strip club, we had two babies in the house.
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