Chapter 30

The rest of that week passed in a bit of a daze. Michelle was nervous all week, as she was making her professional debut as a stripper Saturday night. She went shopping for clothes a couple of evenings, once to ‘The Castle’, an adult store on Columbia Center Blvd. in Kennewick. I tried to get her to show me what she bought but she never would. She spent Wednesday and Thursday nights with Shaun again.

Friday, we went to our square dance workshop, but I could tell Michelle wasn’t thinking much about square dancing. She had other things on her mind; I can’t imagine what they might have been! I was thinking about Saturday night too, but also of Sunday, when Ginger and Eric were coming for dinner.

Saturday, Michelle spent the day getting ready for her professional debut. I heard her talking on the phone with Jacqui, telling her what was happening and giggling like a nervous teenager. I was glad she was still including Jacqui in her plans. It was Jacqui who helped her the first time she stripped as an amateur, surprising me big time.

Before she started getting dressed to go, she told me she wanted to do this by herself, neither me nor Shaun there. When I complained a little, she reassured me that next time I’d be there, but this first time she didn’t want any distractions. It was a bit hard to let her go by herself, but I respected her enough to abide by her wishes. I knew it was going to be a long evening at home, waiting for her.

She didn’t even want me to watch her get ready, and when she came out of our bedroom she was wearing a long jacket, so I had no idea what she was wearing underneath. I know her goal had to be to kill me! For all I knew she might be stark naked under that jacket!

After she left, I was a nervous wreck and decided to treat myself to the Black Angus for dinner. At least I’d get a chance to see Trisha, who I hadn’t seen since our fabulous weekend at the Round-up.

Unfortunately the restaurant was full, and I didn’t get to sit in Trisha’s section. I had to wait half an hour to get in, then had a man for a waiter, not at all what I was hoping. I saw Trisha several times, but I doubt she ever noticed I was there, as busy as she was. Just seeing her made me smile, remembering her flying kitty and that incredible night we’d spent together.

I had a good dinner but didn’t particularly enjoy it. I did enjoy imagining what Michelle might be doing, though, although I wanted to be there! I finally got a chance to talk to Trisha for just a moment when I was leaving; she asked if I wanted to do something after she got off work. I told her I had to beg off because I needed to spend time with Michelle later.

She answered, “That’s just as well, I’m exhausted tonight,” and then she added, “another time, though?”

“I’m looking forward to it,” I told her.

She was still rushing and had to go; we never did get a chance to talk about anything or make any upcoming plans.

I drove home depressed, climbed into bed and tried to go to sleep. No way I could though, wondering and worrying about my wife. What was happening? I knew she’d be taking her clothes off on stage but what else? Is she giving lap dances? Taking guys or women to the back room? It was driving me nuts not knowing!

At two-thirty I heard her car in the driveway. She came in the front door and back to our bedroom, and I was surprised to see she was still wearing the full jacket. As soon as she walked into our bedroom she dropped it, and my eyes popped open. She was totally naked underneath!

“Don’t say a word,” she said, “just fuck me!” She couldn’t have expressed my thoughts any better.

From her expression and the tone of her request, I thought my wife wanted sex different than our typical. I got up and pushed her down on the bed on her hands and knees, got behind her and rammed my cock inside her. “Oh God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder!”

I’d never heard Michelle talk like that. She was almost crying as I plunged my cock in and out of her pussy. She was pushing her hips back to meet my thrusts as frantically as I was driving into her. What came next shocked me to my core. “Fuck my ass.” I hesitated a moment, shocked. “Please, fuck my ass,” she was nearly in tears.

She and I haven’t ever done that, but I remembered watching Shaun with her. There was lube in the kitchen; we don’t have any in our bedroom as we’ve never needed it. I pulled my cock out of her pussy and ran to the kitchen where I found the Vaseline. I smeared a bunch on my cock on my way back to the bedroom. Michelle was spread out, face down on the bed with her hand between her legs and her fingers inside her pussy, groaning, when I got back.

I climbed back on the bed and dipped out a glob of the Vaseline with my fingers, spreading it on her butt, my finger exploring just inside her anus. Michelle groaned when I pushed my finger inside her, and I couldn’t imagine how my cock could fit as she was so tight around my finger. Michelle was still begging, “Fuck me, please fuck me!”

I pulled my finger out and spread her butt cheeks apart a little, holding my cock in line with her and pushed inside her. I think my cock had likely swelled to double my normal erection. Michelle pushed her butt back to me as I pushed and the head of my cock was inside her.

She was groaning, “Ahh, ahh ... harder, push inside me!” I didn’t want to hurt her, but she was nearly frantically pushing back to me, so I made a hard push, and my cock slipped all the way inside her. Michelle was spread out on the bed, her head thrown back, her fingers inside her pussy and my cock in her ass, yelling, “Oh God, oh God, so good! Harder!”

She was tight and felt so damn good! I plunged my cock harder and harder in and out of her ass as she was yelling, “Yes, fuck my ass, Yes!” I was nearly losing control of myself, feeling my orgasm rising from so far inside me that I had no clue what it was going to be like. I grabbed her hips, pulling her to me and rammed myself into her over and over again until I exploded, my orgasm lasting through several hard thrusts into her. I completely lost any awareness of what she was doing or her feelings in my frantic final few thrusts into my wife’s ass!

When I finally did become aware again, Michelle and I were both covered in sweat, her fingers were still inside her pussy but not moving. For a brief moment, I feared that I’d hurt her, and she couldn’t move until she moaned and rolled over, “Oh God, that was so good!”

The first question that came to my mind was, “What the hell got into you? What happened tonight?”

“Give me a few minutes and I’ll try to tell you.” We lay together for the next ten minutes before either of us had enough energy to talk. I think that was the most incredible sex we’d ever had, including all those times with Shaun or Mike. Whatever the hell she’d been through tonight, I hoped it continued!

She finally started to explain, “It wasn’t what I expected; it was so much more.” She paused a little bit before she went on, “I was blindfolded, then handcuffed with my hands behind my back around the pole. Then the girls spent the next two hours undressing me and using my body as their plaything in front of everyone.”

“They took turns kissing me, sucking on my nipples and running their hands all over me, all while I was still blindfolded and handcuffed so I couldn’t do anything except get hornier and hornier! I never knew when someone was going to suck my nipple or where on my body I’d feel someone. Some of the girls would be naked and put their nipple in my mouth too. When I started to get too tired to stand, they gave me a stool, but left me handcuffed to the pole.”

“By the end I was naked and so damned horny and the next hour I served drinks, still naked, except for a tiny thong they gave me. When I left I didn’t think I’d make it home, I was so horny. If it was an initiation to their club, I think I passed, but damn, I want to do it again!”

“Were there a lot of people there? Was it crowded?”

“There wasn’t even standing room. Nicole told me that they’d spent the last two weeks announcing that I was going to be there, and it was the biggest crowd they’d ever had.”

“So you’re going to be a big star then, it sounds like?”

“I don’t know about that, but people seem to enjoy me. I hope it keeps up and doesn’t get boring.”

I smiled at that; as if my wife taking her clothes off could ever get boring!

She told me, “I’m tired, we need to get some sleep before tomorrow.”

We needed to get some rest since Ginger was coming to dinner and I wanted everything to be perfect.

First thing in the morning, Michelle showed me the envelope she’d brought home the night before, filled with her tip money. When we pulled it out of the envelope, my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets and my mind was reeling. We counted it all out; eight hundred thirty-four dollars! Holy crap, from one night? She told me that was after the club kept their twenty percent. Besides being fun, this little gig was going to be profitable!

Later, Michelle and I were scurrying around the house working on dinner and any last minute tidying. I couldn’t help but watch my wife in her everyday clothes simply being a wife. It seemed impossible to comprehend that a little over twelve hours before, my wife, a stripper, had been naked on a stage in front of a couple hundred horny men and women, then begged me to fuck her in the ass.

Michelle made the lasagna and salad, and I made dinner rolls. Michelle makes a fabulous lasagna! We’d actually just ordered a new lasagna dish a couple weeks before and were anxious to try it out.

I couldn’t kid myself; this dinner had been on my mind ever since I ran into Ginger at Costco. I knew I had a serious crush on her but this was a ‘couples’ dinner, and I was going to have to keep my feelings to myself. I hoped it would go well so that we could become friends. I knew that would be a little hard, but now that I’d rediscovered my actual first love I wanted her and her husband as permanent friends, although I realized the kiss in the parking lot couldn’t go any further than it already had.

Ginger and Eric arrived a few minutes early, just as I was finishing up with the dinner rolls, getting them ready to put in the oven alongside the lasagna. Michelle is an excellent hostess and invited them into the living room and visited the few minutes while I was fiddling with the rolls. When I finished, I stepped into the living room to greet our guests as well. Ginger was even prettier than I remembered, dressed in a blouse and pair of slacks; nothing sexy, but still stunning. Eric was a handsome man, I guess. I know it was totally unfair of me, but I was a little jealous that he’d married my high school sweetheart.

Maybe if I’d have ever let her know she was my sweetheart she might be by my side now. Then I realized what a dumb thought that was! I loved my Michelle and wouldn’t change a thing even if I had the opportunity. Well, maybe I might have married both if it was legal.

However, putting dumb thoughts aside, what wasn’t a silly thought was that I still definitely had a crush on Ginger, the cute, tall, leggy redhead from my youth. I’d just have to suppress it.

We sat down and started visiting. It turns out that we have some interests in common, primarily camping, the outdoors and the Seattle Seahawks. I haven’t talked very much about our camping in these stories because it always seemed in the background, not particularly germane to our story until the camping trip to Wallowa Lake.

It seemed to me that Ginger was flirting with me; I noticed a lot of glances my way. At the dinner table, Michelle had arranged the seating with her and Eric on one side and Ginger and me on the other, opposite our respective spouses. When we all held hands and said a brief prayer of thanks, I have to admit my thoughts were on anything but the prayer. My hand was in Ginger’s, and the electric shock going through my body wasn’t very prayerful! Occasionally our knees would touch under the table sending more shock waves through me.

I had to force myself to keep from glancing at her face as we talked about our families and other things. Ginger’s career as a travel consultant was so much more entertaining than mine or Eric’s, and Michelle’s was mostly confidential so she couldn’t talk about hers. She told us about the time she’d auto-dialed a hotel in Seattle and made reservations for a couple, but when they arrived, there were no reservations. She didn’t understand what could have happened until she checked her autodial again and realized she’d accidentally dialed the chain’s San Francisco hotel instead. Luckily, there was a better hotel just down the street, and her firm made up the difference in cost. Another happy, satisfied customer!

Another story she told us was about the older lady who had made a reservation in a little out of the way lodge with a fully equipped kitchen. She called to complain that they didn’t have an egg slicer, and suggested Ginger not recommend them again.

Then she told us about the man who she’d arranged a submarine excursion for, but hadn’t told him it was going to be underwater, and he was all apeshit over her not letting him know that. Duh! Submarine – underwater, seemed kind of self-explanatory to her. We laughed at how dumb some people can be. Eric complained just a little that she hadn’t told him any of these stories.

When Ginger put a hand under the table, resting it on her thigh, I restrained myself from reaching down and clasping her hand in mine. I didn’t know if Eric noticed my glances at his wife, but he never reacted. Michelle, on the other hand, was grinning like a Cheshire Cat! She knew what was going on in my feeble mind, that I was having a hard time hiding the elephant in the room; that I had a major crush on Eric’s wife!

After dinner, we sat in the living room and we talked about our square dance trip to Wallowa Lake. We told them how much fun we have square dancing and especially when we can combine it with camping or traveling. We left out some of the tawdry little details, but we made the Wallowa Lake trip sound as enjoyable as it was.