On our honeymoon, I was a Las Vegas stripper at a luxury gentlemen’s club, and I was auctioned off. [MF]

My husband and I lead the ‘hotwife’ lifestyle.  We both agreed that when we got married, we would use our honeymoon as our entry into the lifestyle.  

My husband helped arrange the entire night.  The club had sent a limo for us, and as soon as we arrived, we were whisked away to the back.  There, we met the club staff, we were all very kind and helpful.  The other strippers were also really sweet.  They had arranged for me to get primped and pampered in the back.  There was a team of professional hair and make up people, there to ready me for my upcoming night.  The girls even helped, giving me tips and pointers on how to dance, work the pole, etc… I was so overwhelmed, but after practicing, they all thought I was going to be fabulous.   

I was behind the curtain and I had knots in my stomach.  I was so nervous.  But as soon as I was announced on stage, I came out and I felt so alive.  I went on stage and danced my first routine and it was so exhilarating and erotic.  It felt like I was born again.  I felt like I didn’t know what I was doing, but apparently it was great and everybody thought I did a wonderful job.  

After my dance, the manager/DJ came onto the stage with his mic.  I put my bra back on, and he pulled me closer to him.  He then gets the attention of the patrons, and introduces me, saying that we’re newlyweds and are on our honeymoon.  The roar from the club was so loud and funny.  

Then he asks the crowd who wants to get my very first lap dance.  Almost immediately there were like a dozen guys, raising their hands, some with some cash already in them.  It kinda turned into an auction, and the DJ starting bidding up the price.  As each guy was shouting out numbers, the DJ came behind me and unclasped my bra (with my permission).  He reached around and fondled me, as he described my tits and body to the club.  

Eventually, there was this guy, who won the auction.  He came up onto the stage, as one of the security guys brought a chair on the stage.  The DJ introduces the winner, and I give him a polite hug.  The guy sits down as I stand in front of him, facing him.  By this point, the club and patrons were going crazy, as they were rooting and cheering on.  As I’m standing in front of the guy, facing him, the DJ comes up behind me.  He puts his hands on my hips and he slowed peels away my thong, dropping them over my butt, over my knees and letting them fall to my ankles.  I smiled and was so fucking horny as he stood back up, he could feel the wetness of my pussy as he massaged it a little.  

That’s when I walked towards the guy, now sitting, and I mounted and straddled him.  I had no idea what I was doing of course, but grinded him, bounced up and down and grabbed his rock hard cock through his pants. He was playing with me too, as he was groping and fondling me.  He was playing with my pussy as I was moaning so loud, I swear the entire club could hear me.  The dance lasted like 2 songs or something.  It was very erotic and intense for me, as I was basically the guy’s toy for that time.  I eventually got off of him as the club applauded and cheered.  To be honest, I LOVED all the attention.  I loved how all these men were lusting over me, how I was looked on as this sex object, this possession, this trophy Hotwife.    

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8n9d8o/on_our_honeymoon_i_was_a_las_vegas_stripper_at_a