A couple dozen propositions later, Jack steered his wife into the entrance to "Cherry Pickers," one of the area's more popular strip clubs. A sign on the front informed them that it was "Ladies Night," although as far as Jack could remember, it was always "Ladies Night" at any strip club he'd attended. Though he couldn't see his wife blush, Jack felt her arm warm considerably when they walked inside and caught their first sight of all the naked women. Jack was intimately familiar with Kelli's thoughts on nude dancing, having heard all her arguments about why these women were "really" doing this...for drug money, because they were sluts, or because they were sent by the devil to lead honest men astray. That some were probably college girls trying to earn tuition, or single mothers trying to support their children was of no consequence to her. Tolerance and compassion were always in short supply in her religion.

Taking a table close to the stage, Jack ordered drinks for the two of them, not at all surprised by the exorbitant prices. Cherry Pickers was one of the few totally nude clubs in town, and it probably cost a lot to keep all the cops and judges paid off. As the scantily-clad waitress served their drinks, the music started and a parade of beautiful women took the stage. Pulling Kelli's chair close to his, he kept up a steady stream of banter, commenting on this girl's dancing skills, that one's fake boobs, another one's shaved pussy, as well as telling her how much she could learn from these girls. At first his wife tried to ignore what was happening, but that proved nearly impossible with bodies writhing all around them. After a while, the blatant sexuality and stiff drinks had their effect, and Jack began to detect signs of enjoyment. Enough enjoyment, in fact, that when he discreetly placed his hand between her thighs, she simply squeezed his hand with her legs and hardly blushed at all. Encouraged, Jack decided to push her a little more.

"Hey hun! How about a dance?" he called out to a cute, big-breasted blond he'd been eying the whole evening. She came right over, no doubt more intrigued by the cash he'd left on the table than by the chance to dance for a hooker and her date. He waved her to the seat next to Kelli; there'd be a bit of a wait until the next song started. Her name was Crystal, they soon learned, and it was only $15 for a table dance, or $25 for a lap dance. With a wicked grin at Kelli, Jack suggested a lap dance that they could both share. As the current song ended, they arranged their chairs so that they sat side-by-side facing the small space between the tables, with Crystal in the middle.

As soon as she started dancing, Jack knew that he'd made a good choice in Crystal. Erotic and enthusiastic, she quickly shed her bra and panties, revealing a well-toned body, an impressive set of melons, and a thinly shaved muff that led to a pair of short though prominent cunt lips. Ignoring his wife for a moment, Jack settled back and enjoyed the sight of this sexy woman playing to him, her hands running up and down her body in the most intimate way. His cock really stiffened, though, when she turned her attentions to his wife, her hands boldly caressing Kelli's arms, shoulders, and finally, her breasts. After catching his eye for permission, she straddled his wife's knee, pushing the skirt up until the bare flesh of her cunt rubbed against Kelli's leg. Jack watched in amazement as Crystal pressed her tits against Kelli's unprotesting face, and thought he would cum in his pants when she planted a soft, intimate kiss on his wife's trembling lips. When they parted, Jack was thrilled to see that his wife's nipples were clearly hard beneath her tight-fitting clothes, and that given the right situation, he could at least imagine her going quite a bit farther.

"You two have a good time tonight," Crystal smiled, as she collected her fee plus a generous tip from Jack. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." After assuring her that they wouldn't, Jack grabbed Kelli's arm and fairly raced back to the car, pushing her into the backseat and falling in atop her. Savagely shoving her top out of the way, he gorged himself on her tits while shoving his fingers inside her cunt. She moaned and writhed below him, her cunt already hot and wet, her back arching as she tried to press all of her against him. Scooting upwards, he thrust his tongue between her lips, sucking her tongue and sweeping the inside of her mouth like a mad snake. Then, just as suddenly as he'd attacked her, he let up.

"We've got one more stop to make," he growled at her, climbing back into the driver's seat. "Then you're going to get what's coming to you."Although she looked a little shocked at not getting fucked right away, Kelli nonetheless followed his instructions and clambered back into the passenger seat. "And by the way," he added, "you can take off your top and skirt. You're not gonna be needing them where we're going."

Twenty minutes later, Jack watched his wife squirm in consternation as he pulled into the half-filled parking lot of their church. As she glanced at the clock he could almost read her mind. It was Youth Night, and in just 30 minutes the parking lot would be swarming with teenagers, all of whom knew her on sight. Fortunately, all would now be in the classrooms, present and accounted for, as the group began their 20 minutes of prayers. Most importantly for Jack, his nemesis Roger was inside, and Jack wanted to leave him a message he'd always remember.

Pulling an envelope from the glove box, he handed it to his trembling wife. "It's time we sent your Mr. Roger a little message about fooling around with someone else's wife. You're gonna take this letter over to his car and slip it under the windshield wiper. Then... you're gonna take off that little yellow top, and take off that skimpy yellow bottom, and leave those under his windshield too. Understand?"

"But Jack..." she only had a chance to blurt out before he jumped on her gaffe.

"But nothing!" he nearly spat at her, his eyes suddenly narrowing. "You've just earned yourself a good punishment for not calling me 'Sir.' But if you don't do this, you're really going to learn what punishment is all about. And you'll be far more embarrassed than you'd ever be by doing this! Now you better get your ass out there before some of the kids see you!"

Sobbing silently, she took the envelope and opened the car door, shutting it quickly when she realized that the interior light illuminated her nearly naked body. After pausing for just a moment, she ran between the line of cars, briefly disappearing from view before stopping at Roger's white Lincoln. Fortunately, Roger had been paranoid enough to park under the streetlight, so Jack could plainly see his wife's actions. She looked back at him, as if wondering how much he could see. Then, as if making a hard decision, she frantically untied the thong and bikini top, constantly looking around to make sure no one was watching. After stuffing the whole tangled package under the wiper, she ducked down and crept between the cars. Seeing that she'd gotten that far OK, he decided to have some fun, and put the car into reverse, pulling all the way to the darkened edge of the lot. This move drew a hunted and vengeful look from his wife.