Another year, another eventful Valentine’s week spent at the strip club. Things were similarly planned to how they went last year with our S/O night on actual Valentine’s, with the only addition being another charity strip on the Friday, aka last night, and going the course of the weekend. As usual, I’m one of the first dancers scheduled since I’m primarily a bartender and need to serve drinks.
Our first “wet run” of our dances was planned for S/O night; I’ve spent the last two weeks practicing my routine during my pole classes. This time around, I’ve picked the song “Coming in hot” by DIAMANTE, and I felt pretty confident going into it since I’m past that newbie stage. Once the night rolled around, I started it off by having a shower with the other girls since I came straight from teaching yoga. Things may have gotten a little handsy in the strip club shower that, at one point, I had two different girls groping me while we took turns making out with each other. Once that was done, though, it was time to get changed; I went with a more 2000’s era Avril Lavigne-inspired smoky eye makeup look and paired it with a seductive schoolgirl outfit with a nearly see thru shirt not tucked in and pink lace lingerie underneath that was very visible. The other girls also helped me with my glitter, ensuring I had some everywhere, and I mean everywhere. I’m still getting it out of my landing strip.
Then came the start of the event at 6pm. I was dancer number four this year, and I didn’t feel intimidated till after watching the first three. They had simple routines, but fuck, they were hot doing them that when they walked backstage naked, I likely ogled them as much as our S/O’s did when they were spinning on the pole. However, once my name was called and my music started playing, my stomach jumped to my throat, but I didn’t hesitate to strut my stuff. Almost immediately, I made eye contact with Hubby, who had a front-row seat, but to my surprise, he wasn’t alone. He brought NV with him, which I never thought would happen, given her anxiety around men, but she has improved a lot as of New Year’s.
Still as shocking as that was, I took to the skies on the pole, spinning around casually, before being the first of the night to attempt some inversions, which I still find scary. I was down to my lingerie when I did the first one. I was pretty much upside down and doing the splits, which I like to call the flying V. Then I took my bra off and crawled toward Hubby with it dangling in my mouth; he took it from me before I attempted the next inversion. It involved me being upside down, with one leg kicked out and the other wrapped around the pole and putting my breasts on full display for the audience. Admittedly I tried to jiggle them a bit for some added flair, but my hands had a death grip on the pole, so I can’t say for sure if it was noticeable. Once on the ground again, I grinded against the pole, took off my bottoms before kicking them out toward NV, and finished my routine by doing the splits completely nude. The cheers made it all worth it in the end, as I caught my breath just staring at my admirers, but mostly at my spouses.
Returning backstage, the other girls gave me hugs since they knew how worried I was, and my pole teacher, who is also one of the dancers, kissed my cheek, and I thanked her for being such a good teacher. Although other thoughts in my head had me distracted, I ran out onto the main floor, still completely nude, and attack hugged NV. She was just as shocked as I was, and all the guys and a couple of girls who are in relationships with the dancers gave me some additional compliments before the next dancer took the stage. Giving Hubby a quick kiss, I took NV’s hand and dragged her backstage.
As mentioned in previous posts, some of the dancers have attended our “parties,” and like me, I don’t think any of them expected NV to show up. A few girls quietly waved at her while I showed her around. I think it may have overwhelmed her a bit. Still, after watching a couple dances from the back, she got pretty into it before we went back to join Hubby in the main room; again, I was still completely naked as a jaybird. I sat in Hubby’s lap for the rest of the dances while also serving up a couple drinks, even though it technically wasn’t a work night. Once the last dance concluded, that’s when the real spiciness started.
Like last year, when we pretty much had a full-blown non-swapping sex party, we learned from our mistakes and actually limited the number of games to reduce on the mess since we had actual work the next night. This year’s events consisted of the facial contest, the first one to cum contest, the show-off extravaganza, and an optional squirt challenge.
Things kicked off with the show-off extravaganza. Its main premise was to seductively strip our S/Os on the stage. Which realistically was just a fun way to get everyone naked. Immediately I had concerns regarding NV, but she was on a confidence roll and was all in. I’m glad it felt like a safe enough environment for her. Although it meant more work for me since our S/Os couldn’t in any way help with the stripping aside from stepping out of their pants/shoes. NV, Hubby, and I were in the middle of the pack for this one.
Once we were all on stage, I started with Hubby, kissing him while rubbing the noticeable bulge between his legs before my hands wandered to the bottom of his shirt, then lifted it up over his head before returning to his bulge. I forced my hand past his belt and into his pants. Meanwhile, my other hand reached for NV, and I started making out with her, ensuring Hubby watched. Upon feeling his precum on my fingers, I pulled my hand out from his pants and put them in NV’s mouth before licking any excess off her lips, then went to unzip her hoodie. Again, another surprise. She didn’t have a shirt or a bra on. She was completely naked under her hoodie. Biting my lower lip upon this discovery, I let the jacket slip off her shoulders before kissing her nips, which was when her nerves kicked in. She covered herself with a handbra as I worked my way to my knees.
Going back to Hubby, I undid his belt and unzipped his jeans. Once my favourite toy sprung out, I playfully made it drag across my face, licking the underside of his shaft, then finishing with a kiss on his tip. He stood in all his confidence as I crawled my way to NV, and looking up while on all fours, I could see underneath her pleated skirt. Like the top half, there was zero underwear awaiting me. It was a side clasp skirt as well, so once unzipping the side and undoing the two buckles holding it together, it fell to the ground, and the cheers of the crowd seemed to boost her confidence as she put her hands on her hips and stood there proudly before leaning over, kissing me, and unexpectedly whispered to me that I was a good girl which teased every ounce of my hypersexuality.
Once that had finished, then came the first one to cum contest, which we also agreed to merge with the facial competition. Unfortunately, NV couldn’t play a super active role in this one, but we did find a way to incorporate her. Some guys bent their girls over the tables. Other girls were riding cowgirl on the stage’s walkway, but I capitalized on what I knew best and took NV & Hubby to the bar, where one of the other bartenders had a similar idea. It was her and her girlfriend, and they were on the top of the bar, but we only needed the lower counter on the backside.
I got Hubby to put NV on it, then I bent over and started eating NV out while Hubby grabbed my hips, pressing his fingers into my venus dimples, and started taking me from behind. His dominant hand would occasionally spank me or tease my plug. I was already dripping wet from the start, and he could’ve done whatever he wanted. Only when he started to get more primal it made me bury my face even deeper into NV’s pussy as he held my hair, and she put her legs up, so her feet were on my back. It felt like I was between a rock and a wet place. Hubby wasn’t holding back, but unfortunately, we didn’t come first. Still, the moans that erupted from NV were some of the loudest in the room, hands down, even with the music playing all around. We ended up being 5th.
However, things changed for the facial portion. We may have finished 5th in the first half of the contest, but that extra stimulation resulted in some incredible things from Hubby as I rushed to my knees, as he unloaded rope after rope across my face. My eyes were covered, my lips were coated, nearly every inch of my face was glazed, and there was even some in my hair. However, with so much being around my eyes, NV and Hubby had to walk me over to the rest of the group and show me off. I remember hearing some girls say, “Holy shit,” when we walked past them. We ended up winning that one, and to celebrate, NV licked my face clean in front of everyone, although quite a bit did drip onto my chest as well.
Near the tail end of the night, while everyone had some time to mingle, most of us stayed nude the whole time. Then to end the night, it was time for the squirt competition. Only five of us were up to the challenge since some of the other girls had gotten tired out from some other unofficial activities that happened in the private rooms. However, NV asked if she could be part of the competition, and the other girls seemed cool with it since it was just for fun & bragging rights, meaning the games were quick to begin.
The rules were primarily about distance. We’d sit against the pole on stage, then see how far we could squirt down the catwalk. While everyone else stood on the sides and watched while risking being in the splash zone. I went third, and got quite into it, had my feet up in the air, and got close to three and a half feet, but was beaten by the next girl who just barely passed me, who might I add I taught how to squirt, so I did win in a way. Girl number five barely made it to two feet, but then NV went full super soaker mode, making it past five feet, and I think we were all shocked. NV was completely drained after, so Hubby carried her around for the rest of the night. That was pretty much where the spice ended, and NV and I did end up forgetting/were too tired to get our underwear from my locker.
Fast forward to yesterday night, when we did our charity strip, I did the same routine I did on Valentine’s. Things ended up going well, and I alone raised around $700, so I’m proud of myself, but I was nowhere near the top. However, Hubby did end up surprising me again by showing up and even made a donation. However, unlike Tuesday, I had to rush after my dance and bartend since people were getting antsy. I threw on what may be my most iconic look at the club; black X pasties, and a pleated skirt, with nothing underneath. Needless to say, my thighs glistened most of the night, and once there was an intermission, I took Hubby back to the private room and surprised him with a dance from my pole teacher.
She’s older than Hubby and me and fits the parameters of being a milf. We’ve played with her and her significant other in the past, and she and I have also had some fun girl time at pole class and at the club. So clothes quickly came off for her and I, along with Hubby’s pants. She started him off with a lap dance, and once he was rock solid, it was my turn. I reverse-straddled him so I could lean back against him, and his hands could play as I rocked back and forth on his cock. Meanwhile, my pole teacher knelt in front of us and tongued my clit, while telling hubby how lucky he was to be married to such a good girl when she wasn’t teasing me. I didn’t last very long after that as I had a mind-numbing orgasm simultaneously with Hubby and had to aggressively kiss him so that my moans wouldn’t escape. To our surprise, my pole teacher also licked some of Hubby’s cum out of me after I dismounted.
As the night continued, I went back behind the bar, still pantyless, as my husband’s seed ran down my bare legs, and I tried to keep my thighs together to hide it. However, there were a few times my co-bartender noticed I was leaking. I also arranged a couple of additional dances for Hubby to thank him for being so supportive of me. He claimed to have a good time, and when we got home, he told me how he wasn’t sure if he had four or five orgasms, so to play it safe, I blew him in the shower at 2am while aggressively trying to get all the glitter off me since that shit ends up everywhere very fast, and already has from Tuesday. All in all, it’s been another orgasmic Valentine’s week, but I’m honestly glad it’s over until next year since I’m tired AF this weekend.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/115ldhk/mff_valentines_fun_at_the_strip_club_2023