I have spent the last fifteen years trying to be the perfect wife for my husband and I think I have pretty much succeeded. He has never gone without sex when he has wanted it; I have never used the old headache excuse, or "I'm on my period", or even the old standby "I just don't feel good tonight." I've always been ready and willing. And my husband is no slouch in bed either; he has always been able to bring me to multiple orgasms and he has always said that taking care of my wants and needs is his first priority. And its not like I was inexperienced when I met my husband. I'd had several lovers before marrying my husband and a few of them had bigger cocks, but Danny knew how to use his. All in all I've been damn happy with my choice of husbands. Which makes the story I am about to relate all the dumber.

My best friend Becky invited me to a bridal shower for her sister Rosemary. It was typical shower with a lot of gag gifts and kidding around. I did my fair share of the kidding by giving Rosemary a large polish sausage with a jar of Vaseline and a note telling her that practice makes perfect. We had several drinks during the party and while we were not drunk, we were in a good mood. One of the girls suggested we take the party to a local strip club because this particular night was ladies night and some of the male strippers were supposed to be 'really hot'. Hey, I thought, why not? A little fun is good for the soul so we all piled in to our cars and went to the bar. One of the girls knew somebody there and after speaking to them we ended up at tables right up front. More drinks and a lot of laughter later we were all stuffing dollar bills into the g-strings that the guys were wearing. One of the dancers seemed to take a particular interest in me and the other girls noticed it.

"He wants you Barb!"

"Touch him girl"

"Blow on it Barb" were just some of the things said.

Between sets the dancers would come down and mingle with the customers and sure enough when his set was over Thad came to talk to me. The usual inane conversation took place, "Come here often?" and stuff like that. I bought him a drink and we made meaningless small talk and then it was time for him to dance again. We were having a roaring good time and the sexual innuendoes were flying all over the place. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Rosemary with her hand in a dancers g-string; the next time I looked over that way the two of them were gone. Ten minutes later I saw Rosemary walk back in with a sheepish look on her face. There is a marriage that's going to last I thought sarcastically.

The big surprise came when I saw Becky leave with a dancer. I would have never guessed that she would cheat on Mark, but by then Thad was shaking his booty in my face again and I forgot all about Becky. The girls were all laughing and saying he's yours if you want him, blow him a kiss and things like that. It was probably the booze that made me do it, but I stuck out my tongue and made licking motions and all the girls just screamed. Thad squatted in front of me and damn near put his cock in my mouth and the girls screamed again as I put a five-dollar bill in his waistband. I am the first to admit that I wasn't so drunk as to not know what I was doing, but I'd had more that my fair share and I was even sober enough to think "How disgusting" when Thad came to see me after his set and the girls started chanting "Fuck him Barb. Fuck him Barb. Fuck him Barb."