Things were not great at home. Stress, almost dead bedroom. It was relatively early in the mass market internet era, but I’d already found that there was fap material on it..I found a group where guys talked about strip clubs. I hadn’t been to one in years, and didn’t know much about lapdances and the like. I was horny though and pervy, and read with interest.
There was a club about 30 minutes from my home that I was told had high mileage lap dances, and wasn’t scuzzy. Some guys said they went commando under sweatpants, so they could get a better experience. I didn’t have sweatpants, and suddenly buying them might have taken explaining to my wife.
On a day when I had free time I drove to the club. I stopped along the way at a fast food place, took off my underwear, so I was commando under my slacks.
When I got there I paid the cover charge. And took a table. Ordered a drink. First girl to come over was a tall blonde. Not necessarily my favorite look, but I was too nervous to be picky, and I agreed to buy dances from her. She got to work quickly, gyrating on my cock. She didn’t let me touch her titties, but I did feel the soft skin of her hips.