We walk into the strip club, surveying the scene.   This was not our “usual” club, relatively close to home, but one a little further away, in another state even, and much more umm permissive, in what one might expect compared to the clubs in our home state.  In fact, the last time I was here, alone, I fucked a stripper in a dark corner made a special friend.

But tonight’s visit was meant as a warm-up, almost nothing more than a fun way to kill a little time.  You see, Veronica’s mom was visiting and insisted that we get out for a date.  And who were we to argue with her?!  Our final destination was to be a swingers club that we had heard a bit about, but it did not open until 10pm.

We find an empty table and order our drinks.  Before the waitress even has the chance to return with our drinks, two young ladies come over to say hi.  In our experience, strippers are a little less aggressive with couples, thinking that the woman might get peeved by them, and we often have to invite a stripper to join us once she gets off stage.  But not tonight.  These 2 waste no time checking out Veronica, complimenting her on her dress and looks.  Next thing I know, one of them is asking if she can kiss her, and of course Veronica says yes, and they exchange a quick tongue kiss.  The other stripper decides she wants some of Veronica and asks if she can kiss her too.

Damn, not even 10 minutes in the club and Veronica has tongue-kissed 2 strippers!  Me?  I’m practically being ignored by them, but I don’t really care.  Besides, I love to watch Veronica enjoy herself with another woman and am happy to remain on the sidelines.  Of course, in the bedroom I’ll only watch for so long…

But, these girls aren’t quite our type, and we suspect they might be a little drunk, so we decline their offers for private dances upstairs.  Within a matter of minutes, another stripper comes along, and starts flirting right away with Veronica.  Damn, there are a lot of girl-friendly dancers in here tonight!  The ladies chatted a bit, then it was the dancers turn on the stage, but before she left she promised to return.

For a while we sat back and enjoyed the scene.  The ladies of questionable age, of questionable sobriety, of questionable taste in tattoos…  This club is like no other I’ve ever been in.  Otherwise beautiful young ladies with numerous, large, garish, tattoos, including one lady with a fairly large tattoo right between her tits.

And then she appeared.  Tall [maybe it was the shoes...], a stunning beauty with hardly any makeup, trim figure, nice display of cleavage, and a quick, ready smile.  Practically a ray of sunshine in the dark club.

She walks right up to Veronica, kneels down to her level and says “Hi, I’m Paige.  But you can call me by my real name, Michelle.”  She goes on to ask if we’re on a date, and practically squeals with delight when she learns that we’ve been married for 15 years!  Yes, Michelle, I do realize that I have perhaps the coolest wife ever!  After a few minutes, Veronica decides that I need the first dance from Michelle!  And who am I to argue?

Off we go to the private dance area upstairs.  Let’s just say she is very good and is not shy about my touching her breasts, thighs, hips or ass.  She grinds herself into my noticable hard-on several times, grinning in approval.  But I behave and only get one dance from her.  During the dance I remind her that Veronica is bi and is looking forward to getting a dance from her as well.  “Will you mind if I molest her?” she mischeviously asks?  “Only if she doesn’t tell me about it afterward” was my reply.

Once downstairs, she excuses herself to go to the ladies room, then learns that she is due onstage soon.  I return to Veronica’s side and tell her about the dance.  I jokingly observe “I bet if you play your cards right, you can get her phone number.”  Since we’re perfectly happy to wait for Michelle to return, and we don’t have an unlimited budget for the night, we happily turn away several other dancers who approach us.  Including the first pair that had each kissed Veronica earlier and appeared to have gotten drunker in the time being.

We watch Michelle onstage, and as she is finishing and gathering up the singles laying around the stage, I suggest to Veronica that perhaps she should just meet Michelle by the stage steps, since that is on the way from our seats to the private dance area.  And off she goes!

For 15 mintues I sit there, alone, fending off a steady stream of ladies.  What are they doing up there?  It’s been at least 3 if not 4 songs.  While I hope she’s having fun, at $30 a song I also hope she’s not breaking the bank!

Then, they reappear, smiling and laughing as they return to the table.  They take their seats and Michelle immediate observes “My god, her tits are perfect!”.  Oh, you saw them?

As it turns out, they touched and sucked each other nipples and kissed quite a bit.  Michelle really enjoyed opening Veronica’s wrap dress to reveal her open-cup bra and little g-string.  And apparently the wrap dress ended up on the floor at one point with the ladies touching each other all over.

And I was right!  Veronica got Michelle’s phone number!

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Regrettably, the swingers club was much less fun than the strip club.  I have no idea where I got the idea, but I thought the club had on-premise play areas, but I was wrong.  I wish I knew where I got that idea!  Of course, there was literally not one couple, of the 20 or so there, that we had the least bit of interest in.  Maybe we were there too early in the night, but it was basically an overpriced dance club.  Oh well, live and learn.

But we did get a strippers phone number and have some *hot* sex when we got home!