                        Ashley's New Job
                                
                                
My wife and I had been married for about ten years.  Having been together for five before that,
dating.  After fifteen years our love life had gotten a bit stale.  Then I went to work for the
company I am at now. 

My new job required me to travel out of town quite often, usually for two to four nights, being
gone for a week at most.  Once in a while, when we could afford it, I would take Ashley along
with me.

Ashley has always gotten looks from other people.  She has a kind of beauty that at first isn't seen
as such.  On a second look however, one can see the sensuality and sexiness that she was born
with. 

Her body is just about perfect, trust me, I know.  I had always admired her shapely bottom and of
course, her D cup tits had always been a nice extra as well.  At home, alone, she would sometimes
do a strip tease for me that would drive me crazy.  She had a way of moving her body that drew
one in, captivating and entrancing.

Ashley didn't work, as my salary was more than enough for us to live on.  We were comfortable,
and even had some savings started.  Living out of town a ways on a 10 acre plot let us do things
that we couldn't have done in a subdivision.

One day when I came home from one of my longer trips, having been gone for a full five days, she
was antsy.  She wanted to go out that night, and drug me along.  We had dinner and then went to
a nightclub for a few drinks.

She was really hot to trot that night, and the dress she had chosen fit her skin tight.  It only came
down over her hips and just covered the cheeks of her ass, maybe by about two inches.  If she
stood with her legs shoulder width apart and bent over stiff legged, anyone behind her would have
had a view of both of her ass cheeks and her panties barely covering her.

The dress was strapless and hugged her breasts snugly.  When she really got to moving on the
dance floor her breasts would threaten to jump out.  The blackness of the material made her
blonde hair stand out, and tonight it cascaded over her shoulders and down her back almost to her
bottom cheeks.

We danced several dances and laughed and talked.  She had only eyes for me, and of course, I
could only look at her.  Time and again I thanked the lucky Gods for letting me be with her and
call her my wife.  Not only was she beautiful, she was also intelligent.  

She had a degree in mechanical engineering, but we had both chosen for her to not work and that
way, she would be free to come with me at the drop of a hat on my frequent trips.  Often she
would pick up and fly with me to the various cities I would have to go to, and we would spend
the weekend in a hotel and have fun.

This trip had been way out of the way in the boonies and even though I had asked her, hoping she
would come with me, she had decided to stay home.  For a while something had been bothering
her and she hadn't felt like telling me about it.  I had figured out early in our relationship that
when she was like this just to let her be and she would tell me soon enough.

Tonight she seemed to be happy and horny, which I might add was fortuitous for me.  I was
expecting to have some real dynamite sex when we got home.  Every word she said and every
move she made advertised that she was hot and horny.


I noticed other men staring at her and making comments to their friends.  This happened a lot
when we went out.  Like I said earlier, she has that certain kind of beauty that sneaks up and
slams you before you know what is going on.  Tonight was no exception. 

Once a tall and I guess somewhat built guy came over and asked her for a dance.  I left that
decision up to her and for some reason, tonight, she jumped up and went with him.  I watched
from the table as he held her quite nicely and they danced.  He kept her close by, and they never
got out of my sight.

Ashley would dance with other men on occasion, but it was not a usual thing with her.  She
normally wanted to spend the time with me only.  I loved watching her dance with other men,
mostly because I could see how beautiful she really was, and then bask in the knowledge that she
would be coming home with me.

Over the past few years we had both felt our sex life getting in a rut.  We had talked about
different things, even going so far as checking out porn theaters, adult bookstores, and even a
swing club once.  Neither of us had swapped or tried other partners, but we had gotten turned on
by watching others have sex in front of us, which had helped light a fire in our sex for a while
now.

We had also talked about swinging and having others in our sex life but we had both decided that
when that time came we would both know it and be better able to decide then.  Deep down I had
wondered how I would react if I saw her with another man.  Would I be turned on?  Would I get
jealous and mad?  Because of those questions and no answers, I had been a bit reluctant.  

Ashley had been a bit more leaning towards trying it, but she also worried about my doubts, so
the choice had been quite simple in the end.  We would stay faithful to each other until an
occasion or event happened to change that.  We both had also decided that we would discuss any
change in this arrangement before hand, even if it were only minutes before hand.

Anyway, I sat at the table this night and watched my wife in the arms of another man.  He was a
total gentleman, and never tried anything other than to dance.  They were having a good time and
frankly, so was I.  After their first dance, I was a bit surprised when Ashley held his arm and kept
him out on the floor for the next song.  When it came about, it was a slow smooth number and
they melted together as they danced.  He was holding her quite a bit closer now and with the
lights down low like they were I couldn't tell if his hands were staying put or if he was trying to
cop feels.

Since Ashley didn't seem to get upset with him at all during the dance I figured that he had been
every bit the gentleman with her on that one too.  When they got back to the table after that dance
Ashley was wound up.  He didn't stick around, leaving us to ourselves right away after thanking
her for the dances.

Ashley took my hand and drug me out of the club and to our car.  On the way towards home she
began to touch me all over.  Soon she was undoing my zipper and working to get my cock out of
my pants.  I was afraid that I would have an accident or something, so at the first opportunity I
pulled into a dark parking lot.

Without checking around us too much, I shut the car off and let Ashley take over.  She soon had
my cock down her throat, and was sucking me like no tomorrow.  I worked my hands into her
dress and rubbed her nipples as her head bobbed up and down on my shaft.

I was surprised at her since she had never shown any inclination to having car sex, even when we
had dated she had always wanted a nice big bed to play on.  Tonight she was so horny and on fire
she had to have me now.

Just before I came I whispered that fact to her.  She would swallow my cum, but usually she
wanted me to cum deep inside her tight pussy rather than her mouth.  She loved the feel of my hot
cum flooding her like that, or that is what she always told me.

Tonight, she was in the mood to swallow.  Before I knew it, I was shooting off and she got every
bit of it.  She kept up sucking on my shaft afterwards, cleaning and trying to keep me hard for her. 
I was a bit tired from the flight so I went soft in spite of her ministrations.

I moved to pull her dress down and free her tits so that I could suck on them.  She flopped her
seat back in full recline and I kept tugging on her dress until it was in a puddle on the floor of the
car.  I removed her panties next and since my head was right there, I pulled her closest leg to me
up into the air and holding it up, I began to lick and suck on her juicy pussy.

Ashley was moaning and groaning as I ate her and as she got more and more into it, I let go of her
leg, expecting it to go around my neck.  Instead, she grabbed it in her hand and pulled it even
farther back.  This caused her pussy to be even more accessible to my roving tongue and soon I
had worked her into her first orgasm of the night.

After she came back down, she laid there panting, her fingers in my hair.

"I love you Doug.  You are such a great pussy eater.  God I love how you get me off."

"Hey, you're not bad yourself kiddo.  In all the gin joints and all the bars I had to find you. You
suck a mean cock baby."

She laughed at my poor impression of Bogey with the added ‘suck a mean cock' and I joined in
with her.  We talked for a bit and I felt my cock stirring around and getting ready for the second
act.  I could see that her nipples were still hard, so as I got revved up, I began to lick and suck on
them again.

She stopped me and pushed me off of her body suddenly.

"Doug...I have an idea.  Lets go to a book store.  You know, an adult bookstore.  I'll leave my
panties off and be your slut while we are in there.  Get us both worked up...ya know?"

"I don't know Ashley, there can be some pretty rough characters at those places.  We might get in
trouble if we get too carried away."

"Would that bother you?  If some big bad biker type guys made me service them?"

"Honey, that may be a fantasy to think about or play with, but they could get real rough, real
mean even.  I will if you will, but if there are too many men, or if they appear to be too rough
looking we had better just browse the books or see a movie and leave Okay?"

"Okay sweetie.  You're right I could get in over my head that way couldn't I?  Lets at least check
it out a bit and take in one of those pay for play quarter movies booths okay?"

I was horny again and her talk had struck something inside me that had never hit me before.  I
agreed with her and we both got dressed.  Ashley in just her tight black dress, no panties, no bra. 
It took me about ten minutes to find a good adult bookstore, and the whole time Ashley was
rubbing my cock and licking her lips.

Walking in to the dimly lit place I could see that there were very few people there.  I felt a bit
better knowing that the three or four guys there were pretty much normal looking.  Ashley and I
browsed the books and movies for a bit, and I noticed that Ashley had adjusted her dress quite a
bit at some point.

The lower hem was up enough that I could see the definition of her ass cheeks as they curved in
at the tops of her legs, and once when she bent over only a little bit to get pick a book off the
shelf just about waist high, I saw her whole ass and even part of her pussy lips! 

The top she had pulled down just to about where her nipples were about to show too.  My wife
was not hiding much of her body at all.  With her actions and the content of the store, the dildos
on the walls and the other sexual paraphernalia hanging around I was getting turned on like you
wouldn't believe. 

My wife was acting more and more like a slut now too.  She would hang on my arm and as she
did, her free hand would caress my cock through my pants.  At one point she took my hand and
pushed it up under her dress letting me feel her overheated pussy right there in front of four
strangers.

"Oh Doug, lets go watch a movie,  please?  I think we need to get a booth so we can...you
know...play a bit.  Don't you?"

Her sultry voice was soft, but loud enough for all to hear in the quietness of the store.  My heart
was pounding as I took her hand and we walked down the dark hallway to the row of booths in
the back.  I stopped at the counter just before hitting the hall and got ten bucks worth of quarters
from the guy who was clerking.  

He gave me the roll of quarters and leered at Ashley as he did.  His tongue came way out of his
mouth as he licked his lips obscenely, an obvious invitation for her to try his tongue out
personally. 

My heart skipped a beat for a moment as I realized that maybe Ashley was pushing me a bit too. 
Did she want more than what I could give her tonight?  Were we headed for a third or even more
sexual partners for her too?  

I was nervous as I thought about our deal.  She hadn't said anything about wanting to expand to
others in our sex life yet, but I got the impression she was wanting to go there now, tonight.

As we walked to the third of five booths, she held my arm and stayed in close to me.  I noticed
that as we passed a man standing along the wall, she moved a bit funny and it took me a second to
realize that he had touched her somehow.  

In the booth the small light dangling from the ceiling lit up enough to see a bench in front of the
small screen.  This was a movie about gangbangs, single women with many men.  Ashley had
picked it out, so I was getting the idea that she was trying to tell me something.

I put in some quarters and the movie started.  We sat on the bench and Ashley began to rub my
cock through my pants before the first credits had ran yet.  Leaning in close to my ear she
whispered;

"Doug...I need this cock of yours.  Think that we can fuck right here without getting in trouble? 
Think that those men out there will watch through those holes in the wall as we do?  Do you think
that if they stick their cocks through those holes I will suck on them till they shoot off their
creamy loads into my mouth?"

"Ashley...are you saying that you want to have...um...others in our sexual...fun?"

"I want to Doug...but only if you are willing and can enjoy it too.  If you don't think that this is
the right time and we need to talk about it some more we can leave and go home.  I am just so hot
right now I was kind of hoping that you would try to play a bit tonight.  Those guys all looked
pretty safe to me.  What do you think?"

"Well, I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't turned on by what we have done so far.  I'm just a bit
afraid of how I will react if you actually had sex with some guy.  At the same time...for some
reason, the way things are going tonight...I really want to find out.  Could you stop if I decided
that I didn't like it though?  Without being mad at me I mean?"

"You're willing to let me try another man or men tonight Doug?  Really?"

"Well, I will say I didn't expect to be here like this already.  I am so turned on too.  I guess...yes. 
I want to see you with another guy, but I'm not real sure how I will react yet."

"Okay.  I'm going to be honest with you then.  I want to...I want to at least suck some strangers
cock until he shoots off in my mouth.  If you are good with that maybe we can push a bit farther
then.  I just don't want you hurt or pissed off at me.  I don't want a divorce or anything coming
up either.  I love you...only you.  But my mind...my thoughts..."

"I understand Ashley.  Lets play it by ear and see what happens.  We should be pretty safe in here
for the time being.  I think I'd like to see you sucking on a cock too.  Maybe while you are doing
that I will stick my cock in your hot little pussy and fuck you."

I was scared, excited and wound up.  I was not sure that this was a good idea completely yet, but
as worked up as I was and as hot as Ashley was I wanted to press on for a bit more anyway.  I
guess we were about to find out my limits, and yes, Ashley's limits too.

We began to kiss and neck in heated fashion again as the movie played on.  After a few minutes,
Ashley had my pants undone and knelt in front of me as she pulled them off.  I watched as her lips
encircled my cock head and felt her tongue lightly caressing the slit on the end of my shaft.  Her
fingers were holding my balls and gently caressing them.

I reached down, and grabbing the hem of her dress I began to pull it up.  Up over her hips, along
her back, and then after using my hands to free it around her breasts, I pulled it up over her head. 
The only time she broke contact with my cock was when I pulled her dress over her head.  As
soon as it cleared she was back sucking my cock ravenously. 

I fingered her pussy and then began to knead her tits.  Rolling her nipples between my fingers and
watching her as she lovingly sucked on my shaft taking me fully into her throat, and then backing
off until just the head of it was in between her lips.

I glanced to the right and left and saw pairs of eyes looking in through those holes as my wife
squatted naked in front of me and devoured my cock.  I could hear voices making comments
about Ashley and her body.

"Damn honey, your tits are great."

"Hey slut, after you get done with him why don't you come over here and get some more?"

"God damn, what a hot little bitch that is.  Look at her sucking that guy's cock.  She's taking it
all."

"Man, her ass is fine.  Tight and firm, just the way I like ‘em."

I could feel Ashley shudder with every comment.  I knew that they were turning her on more and
more as we went on.  Her nipples were sticking out as far as I had ever seen them stick out and
they were also quite dark in color too.  More than ever before, I had to struggle to not cum in her
mouth as she kept up her motion.  Her lips were tightly sealed around my shaft and each time she
would bottom out on me, her nose grinding on my pubes would almost make me shoot off.


Suddenly she pulled up and off of my cock and stood up in front of me.  I reached out and took
each of her tits in my hands and played with them.  Her hips were rocking back and forth as she
just looked over at each hole.  

She gasped and as I turned I saw that a long black cock had been thrust through the hole to our
left.  I judged it to be about ten inches long and pretty fat.  I looked up at my wife and she was
just staring at that cock and licking her lips.  

I stood up and taking her by her hand, led her over close to that monster.  She reached out and
put her hand around his shaft and I heard him moan at her touch. 

"Oh baby.  You want this black cock don't ya?  Feel how hard it is.  How big it is.  Imagine it
ramming your tight little white pussy.  Think it will fill you up?"

I had my fingers in her pussy, stroking like a little cock as he said that and I felt her flood of juices
as his words took her.

"Hey, are you anyone's slut or just his?  You want to be my slut for a while?  I'll show you a real
good time.  Go ahead, slut, taste that black cock.  Get a real good taste.  I'll bet you'll love it."

Ashley looked at me with a question in her eyes.  I could see that she really wanted to suck and
fuck this cock, and as I looked at her white hand contrasted by his dark black cock I decided to at
least watch her suck that thing.  I nodded at her and she smiled as she knelt in front of the hole
that large black cock was shoved through.

I got behind her and spread her legs apart a bit as she began to lick that shaft all over.  The hole
was large enough that he was able to get his hand through and touch her hair as she licked close
to his balls.  He pulled on her hair a bit and then I heard him order her around a bit.

"Come on slut, put a lip lock on this meat and get a real taste.  See how much you can swallow.  I
really want to feel your ruby red lips around my shaft.  You know you want to."

I had three fingers in my wife's pussy and her juices were literally streaming out of her and down
her legs.  I could see that she was really worked up and hotter than I had ever seen her.   I took
my cock and shoved it into her pussy in one long push. 

I felt her muscles grabbing me and holding me tightly.  Her head came back and as I watched, she
opened her mouth, her lips hugging the head of his cock and slowly she began to work on him.  I
couldn't believe it.  My wife with a large black cock in her mouth.  I was in overdrive and on the
edge of cumming as I watched Ashley work more and more of that shaft into her mouth.  

He still had a hold of her long hair and had even taken most of it into his side of the hole.  I could
see him caressing it, tugging her head down farther on his shaft.  Ashley stuck an arm through the
hole and I couldn't see, but imagined her putting it around his ass and pulling on him.

I heard him moan and then I noticed that her arm was shaking.  I bent down a bit and saw that she
hadn't put her arm around his ass but she had grabbed another man's cock.  She was sucking one
guy and stroking another as I fucked her pussy.

I was so turned on.  I pulled out before I shot off and tried to calm down.  I wanted to last
tonight.  I felt I needed to be able to be there for her at the end of wherever this night went.  I
kept fingering her pussy and then, as an afterthought, I began to finger her ass too.  The juices
running out of her pussy provided lots of lubrication and soon I had three fingers in her pussy and
two in her tight little ass.

By now, Ashley had worked almost all of his cock down her throat and she had started to bob her
head back and forth on that long black shaft.  I could see her spit wetting his shaft as her lips slid
over it's length.

He had begun to take control of the speed of her strokes and her head was flying over that shaft. 
I heard her moaning as I fingered her holes and then, not able to stand it anymore, I put the head
of my cock up to her asshole and pushed it in.

We had done anal sex before.  Not with others in the room or her like she was right now, with a
cock in one hand and her throat working over another, but at home in private, just the two of us. 
I marveled at how tight and hot her ass really was.  I buried my shaft in her and held it there,
letting her get used to my size, then as I felt her relax, I began to stroke in and out.

I didn't last long and I came hard and copiously. I filled her asshole up with my cum and as I
pulled out I saw some running out and over her pussy lips and then dripping onto the floor.  I bent
down and kissed her ass cheeks and then licked her pussy from behind.  Her moans told me to
keep on doing that so I got more comfortable and began to tongue her all over.  

The man she was sucking began to yell.

"I'm cumming bitch.  Swallow it all.  Get a taste of some black cock.  Here it comes.  Damn but
you're a good cocksucker.  You took all of me."

I could feel her moving as he rammed into her throat and then I heard her moans stop.  I looked
up to see my wife swallowing a black strangers cum.  He had pulled back and was holding his
cock out while Ashley held her mouth wide open with her tongue sticking out.  His cum would
squirt into her mouth and then a glob would lay on her tongue as each squirt came out.

Ashley swallowed several times and his last shots he aimed to cover her forehead and cheeks,
running over her nose and down her chin.  She took his cock in her hands and began to use it to
scrape up that cum and then lick it off his shaft.  She didn't want to let go of him afterwards. 

Another cock was shoved in front of her face and soon she was sucking on a long and a bit
thinner white cock.  She still held that black shaft and he was letting her stroke him as she sucked
the new cock.  I got up and looked back at the other hole on the other side of our booth.  There
were eyes there watching us.  I motioned to them and quietly walked to our door unlocking it.  I
let in one guy, a black man and as he came in I could see several other men in the hallway.  It
appeared that there were quite a few more than four in the store now.

Ashley was still sucking on the white guy as I walked back to stand by her.  I caressed her back
and watched the man in the booth with us strip off his pants.  When he turned to face her back as
she knelt there concentrating on the cock coming through the hole in the wall, I got a look at the
cock, the first cock other than mine, that was going to fuck her tight little pussy.

This guy was very well hung.  I knew that Ashley was in for a nice surprise.  I moved to the side
and started to cup and play with her tits as this stranger knelt behind my wife and began to run his
cock head between her pussy lips and up over her asshole and back down.  Ashley jerked when
she felt his free hand touch her ass since both of my hands were on her tits.  

Breaking off of the cock in her mouth she turned to see who was about to be sticking their cock
into her.  She saw me to one side and gave me a loving yet confused look.  Then she looked over
her shoulder at the black stranger lining his cock up on her pussy.  Her eyes widened as he shoved
forward and in one long slow stroke he buried his cock in her pussy.  

Ashley started to cum and she orgasmed hard too.  Then, as soon as she became aware again, she
turned back to the white cock poking at her head from the other booth.  The guy fucking her was
now ramming back and forth.  He would take a few long slow strokes, and just when she got used
to that, he would drive back and forth in quick short strokes really fast like a jackhammer.  

His jackhammer strokes caused Ashley to deep throat the cock in her mouth and I heard the guy
she was sucking moan that he was cumming.  Once again Ashley pulled off of the cock that was
squirting and opened her mouth wide letting his cum shoot into her mouth and all over her face. 
Then, as the guy before, she used that shaft to wipe her face clear and sucked it clean.

I looked at the man fucking my wife and he was looking back at me.  He smiled as he rammed her
hard and fast.

"This slut your wife or girlfriend?"

"My wife."

"Oh, she's fine.  Mighty fine.  Her pussy is tight.  Real tight.  Love how it holds me in.  She ever
done it with a brother before?"
"Not to my knowledge.  Pretty sure you are her first black cock to fuck her.  That other guy was
the first black cock she ever sucked."

"No shit?  Wow, a black cock virgin.  Hey man, will she take cock in her ass too?"

"That's up to her."

"Oh yeah?  I'll bet by the end of tonight she will be begging for more there as well as everywhere
else.  White women seem to do that a lot for us black guys.  Must be the color thing."

I was a bit nervous.  My fears had come to surface.  Would Ashley be satisfied with only me after
this night?  Where would we be after tonight? I was engrossed with the sexual intensity I was
seeing and experiencing, but I had these fears at the same time.  I didn't want to lose my wife to
some stranger's because she found that she loved their cocks more than mine.

At this point I was seriously thinking that I would have to put the brakes on this fun and take her
home.  If I could get her out of here without a major hassle that was.  Then, as I watched her
sucking yet another white stranger's cock and that black man still kneeling behind her driving his
cock into her body as deep as he could I saw my wife like I had never seen her before.

Her beauty was shining to me.  Her whole body seemed to glow as these cocks drove in and out
of her.  She was loving this and I didn't want to ruin her fun.  I was torn and not sure what I
should do.  Had I already lost her to strange cocks?  Was there no turning back now?

I wasn't angry.  I wasn't hurt.  I was afraid of the unknown things about this that I couldn't
answer easily.  I could only hope that she would understand if I never wanted her to do this again
and that she wouldn't fight me about it too.  On the other hand, I was liking it as well.

Still, the longer I watched her with these cocks the more I realized that I loved her and that this
was the most intense sexual thing we had ever done.  I could see that I had a raging hard-on too. 
I was turned on by the spectacle of my wife fucking strangers.

The guy fucking her pulled his cock out and as I watched, he began to push it into her poor tight
little asshole.  She didn't miss a lick on the guy she was sucking, matter of fact, she reached back
with a hand and spread one ass cheek as best she could to assist him in fucking her ass.

I almost came just watching this.  My wife was in a sexual overdrive like I had never witnessed
before.  She had sucked two guys off, swallowing their cum and relishing it as she did.  Now she
was letting a black stranger not only fuck her pussy, but her ass as well.  And helping him as much
as she could to boot.

As I watched, the plum shaped head of his cock spread her asshole and disappeared.  Slowly he
shoved forward and as he did his shaft slipped inside her like a knife through butter.  He only
stopped when his upper thighs came up against her ass cheeks.  His whole shaft was buried in her
little asshole and she was moaning around the cock in her mouth.  

The black guy reached around her and began to tug and pull on her nipples.  He was not gentle
and I could see that the edge of his roughness was turning Ashley on more and more.  He began
to stroke in and out of her ass and using her tits, nipples actually, to pull her back and forth.  The
guy she was sucking now had both of his hands on her head and he was literally ramming his cock
in and out of her mouth.

The man in her mouth started to cum and as he did he held her head fully down on his cock and
shot his load straight down her throat.  Ashley swallowed, just barely able to not choke as she did. 
I was amazed.  She had now swallowed the loads of three men and another was fucking her ass
after having had her pussy.

The guy in her ass shuddered and started to cum.  He pulled out, and grabbing her shoulder,
turned her around.  His cock was in her face as he began to shoot.  His cum covered her from her
forehead to her chin and was dripping off her face in streams.  Then, to my surprise, she took his
cock in her hands and began to suck on it.  Using it like she had the others, she wiped her face
with that shaft and then took in fully into her throat, cleaning it off of his cum.

I saw hands reaching through the hole, fingers going in her exposed holes, stroking in and out as
she kept her attentions on the guy that had just given her a thorough fucking.  The look in her
eyes was one of desire and wonder as she would lick and suck on that shaft. I was stunned.  After
the guy got finished, he dressed.  As he headed out the door he left a card with his name and
phone number on it.

"Call me when you want some more black cock slut.  I have some friends and we will fill your
needs completely."

As he left, I locked the door and then went to Ashley.  She was sitting on the bench now and
being very quiet.  I sat next to her and put my arm around her shoulders, pulling her in close to
me.  I kissed her neck, then her cheek, tasting the salty remnants of other men's cum.  I saw the
other men moving past the holes leaving to go find fun elsewhere.

She turned to me and I saw tears in her eyes.  I held her closer and waited.  I knew that she would
talk  when she was ready.  I didn't know what to expect and I was deep down hoping that she
hadn't decided to leave me now.  She had gotten so into the moment with these other cocks I
wasn't sure about anything now.

"Do you hate me now?"

"What?  Ashley I don't hate you.  I couldn't hate you.  You were...wow...what you just did
was..."

"I was a slut.  A genuine and full fledged slut.  I...I couldn't help myself.  I...it just..."

"Ashley, I love you.  That has not changed.  These other men...I can't believe what happened here
tonight, but all I know is I love you.  I kind of enjoyed this all too.  I mean, I let that guy in here
and he fucked you like he did.  I'm not even sure why I did that.  It just...happened."

"But I was a slut Doug.  Here I am married to a wonderful and loving man and I acted like a
slut."

"And that loving man, your husband, me, I watched and even helped you be that slut.  Lets go
home and sleep on it.  We can talk about this later.  Right now we are both a bit shell-shocked I
think.  After all, we didn't plan for this to happen tonight.  Well, at least I didn't anyway.  I'm
pretty sure you didn't either."

We kissed and then got dressed.  As we left I could hear men talking about us.  Well, mostly
about the slut I was with that had just sucked off three men, swallowing their cum.  I could feel
their jealousy that she was leaving with me and it kind of made me feel good.  I knew that Ashley
was beautiful and sexy.  Now they did too.  Only she was mine, all mine.

All the way home Ashley was quiet.  At home she took a long hot shower and then I took one
too.  We had a snack, crackers and cheese with a glass of wine, then went to bed.  As I waited for
her to come to bed I realized that I hadn't gotten a bit jealous tonight.  Turned on maybe, a bit
scared too, but jealous, no.

Ashley climbed into bed and snuggled up close to me.  Her head on my shoulder she just held me. 
Then, as I laid there just basking in our love for each other, she began to trace my body with her
finger.  Pretty soon she was tracing my cock and then she took it in her hand and began to stroke
it.

"Feel like...you know...fucking your slut wife?  Any hole you want is yours Doug.  I'll never
refuse you ever.  I want you to know that."

"Any hole huh?"

I rolled over on top of her and kissed her.  My tongue was in her mouth and as I explored her, my
cock throbbed, hard as steel and ready to go.  She was naked as was I, so I just shoved the covers
off of us and then kneeling between her legs, I picked up each of her legs and pushed them up
until her knees were by her tits.

Spread as she was down there my cock had easy entry to either hole and I moved my hips around
until the head was on her little brown bud.  Her juices were running down from her pussy and
lubricating us pretty good.

I shoved forward, looking into her eyes as I did.  I was going to go somewhere I had not ever
been with her before, but after watching her tonight, I was sure that there were no holds on
anything between us now.

I fucked her ass for a bit, then her pussy.  I rotated back and forth until she had a nice orgasm. 
Then I took her ass some more.  Face to face like we were, I was kissing her as I stroked in and
out.  I looked into her eyes as I got close to cumming and then pulled out of her.

"Swallow me?"

"Yes.  I will Doug."

I moved up and straddled her chest as she took my cock into her mouth.  She sucked on my shaft
until I started to cum, then, as she had done with the other's tonight, she pulled my shaft out and
let my cum coat her face.  Using my cock like a sponge, she wiped her face clean and then took
my cock back into her mouth several times licking it clean each time.  We had never done this
before and the whole idea kept me hard as rock.  It really turned me on.

After that, we laid together and just held each other.  My cock was buried in her pussy, but we
weren't really fucking, more like we were laying there enjoying the feelings between us in the
most intimate manner we could.

Surprisingly I was still rock hard, and eventually Ashley began to rock back and forth until we
both had mutually satisfying orgasms.  Then we slept.  In the morning we woke still holding each
other.  I could see that in the harsh daylight Ashley was having deep thoughts about what had
transpired last night, as was I too.

"Are you mad?"

"No.  Confused more than anything.  What happened last night was great, don't get me wrong,
but it scared me too.  Are we going to be okay now?  Do you still want me?  Can I satisfy you
like before or are you going to need more than I alone can give you?"

"Oh Doug.  You are my love.  Of course I still want you.  You have always satisfied me in more
ways than I can count.  After all, last night you did very well satisfying me, remember?"

"But, if I thought that maybe we shouldn't do this again, will I still be enough for you or will you
need what you had last night?"

"DOUG.  Damn you.  I LOVE ONLY YOU.  Last night was great, don't get me wrong. I ‘ve
never orgasmed like that before, nor have I ever been so lost in fucking and sucking before either. 
Still, you need to know that my love for you is far and above all I need.  I don't need or want
other men if I lose you in the process."

"Okay, then should we do this again or not?"

"Well, I would like to, but I think we should wait a few weeks, maybe even months before we
intentionally go out looking to do this again.  Our love will survive this and our sex life will be a
bit different now since we both have expanded our world like we have.  We just need to be sure
that we both want to do this before we try to go there again."

"Pretty much what I was thinking.  The only fears I have are those of losing you to these other
men.  I couldn't live without you Ashley and I just don't want to lose you."

"You'll never lose me Doug, unless you push me away.  I'm yours forever.  If you want, we will
never do this again and I will be just as happy with you as we were before.  And before you say
it...I was very, very happy before, and I am very, very happy now too."

Had I been able to see the future I may have acted different that day.  What happened at that time
was our sex life really shot up and was nowhere near boring at all.  We were like newlyweds the
way we went at it.  

For several months we kept others out of our lives and lived and loved each other.  I had several
trips out of town and Ashley accompanied me on all of them.  We had fun in hotels and
sightseeing when we could.  Our stale sex life was now on fire from that one night in the
bookstore.

I could see that our love for each other had grown over the years we had been together, and even
that day in the bookstore had seemingly improved that love in many ways.  Our boundaries had
been enlarged and we were not quite as bashful about trying new or different things, not that we
had much more to try as it were.

One night, on a trip to a larger town, I had finished up a bit early with the clients so we had a bit
of free time to play.  Ashley wanted to go to a strip club since that was one thing we had never
done. 

I located one that was nearby and off we went.  Ashley was dressed pretty sexily wearing a short
slinky silk dress with no underwear at all.  She did have on stockings, and a garter belt with her
high heels though.  Her breasts, being unfettered with a bra were moving around and causing her
nipples to stand out through the silky material.  

As she walked, the hem of her dress was flipping in and out, and I could see quite a bit of skin
over the tops of her stockings without trying to hard.  The strip club was in an old industrial
building with a long flight of stairs leading up to the main door.  As we walked up those stairs
anyone below could have looked up and seen all Ashley had to offer.

I was right behind her and several times I put my hand on her ass, copping a feel of her as we
ascended.  She would playfully slap my hand away each time, but not right away.  By the time we
reached the top landing I could tell that she was getting hot because her pussy lips were moist,
and her breathing was a bit ragged.

The bouncers at the door looked Ashley over closely as we entered, and I could see approval in
their eyes.  Looking around the club I located a nice table with bench seats close to the stage area. 
The table was actually part of the stage in that spot and it surprised me that it wasn't taken
considering the crowd.

We sat down, Ashley right next to the stage and I across from her.  There was room for several
more people at our table, but it wasn't so crowded that anyone tried to sit with us.  A dancer was
in the middle of her routine and as we sat down she began to swing in close to us, teasing me and
giving Ashley looks that spoke volumes.

I could see that Ashley was entranced with the girl dancing and she gawked as the clothes came
off.  When the stripper was totally naked she started her rounds of the stage at our table and hung
there for quite some time until she moved on.  We tipped her rather well, or Ashley tipped her
pretty good.  I was staring at her clean shaven pussy and could imagine licking her.  

I felt Ashley's foot on my leg just before she pressed it against my crotch.  She laughed when she
realized that I had a huge erection from just looking at the first dancer.  She massaged my cock
through my pants for a while before stopping. 

We sat and watched several dancers as they went through their routines.  I was impressed with
the way their routines were so polished and smooth.  I could remember some strip clubs I had
been in years back and those strippers were in no way as smooth and good dancers as the girls in
this club.

I couldn't understand why there wasn't a bigger crowd in the club when it dawned on me that it
was an early afternoon on a Thursday.  Most people were still at work or not going to be out at
this time. Still, there was about thirty men sitting around at various tables watching the stage or 
getting lap dances.

Ashley had a few drinks and then announced that she had to go to the ladies room.  I had to go
too so we walked through the club to the restrooms.  Parting to go into our respective bathrooms,
she gave me a little kiss.  I heard her whisper lightly in my ear;

"Any idea of how horny I am right now?"

I could only guess.  She was about as hot as that fateful night a few months ago.  I wondered
where she was going to take me tonight.  After finishing up I left and hung around in the area
waiting for my wife. 

Ashley didn't come out for a very long time and I was beginning to get worried when she finally
walked out.  She looked a bit wild, and I had to wonder what had taken her so long in there.

"I was talking to one of the dancers.  She told me about how things work here.  Sounded pretty
interesting. Did you know that they have a ‘private' room at the back of the club?  She told me
that we should check it out if we get a chance.  Can we?  I really want to see what she was talking
about."

I didn't care either way, and as I nodded Ashley grabbed my hand and drug me towards the back
of the club.  We came up to a red door that was guarded by two bouncers.  I wasn't sure that they
were going to let us in for a minute, but Ashley told them;

"Gazelle sent us back here to check out the red room.  Can we get in?"

"Gazelle?  Blonde, about five foot six?"

"No, this Gazelle was about five ten and a brunette."

"In that case, come right in little lady.  This your date?"

"Yes, and he is my husband too."

He was looking at me and smiling as he opened the door.  I smiled back, not knowing exactly
what to say.  Ashley had a hold of my arm and was tugging me in behind her and I could tell by
her grip that she was making sure we didn't get separated.

The room we walked into was large and very...well, sexual. There were nude paintings and
pictures all over the walls lit with small track lighting, velvet coverings on the parts of the walls
that weren't covered with pictures or paintings too.  The carpeting was a deep maroon and the
only places to sit were on padded benches that formed a large circle around a center area that was
at the moment in the dark.  The lighting was enough to guide you to a place to sit, but not more
than that.

As Ashley pulled me to our seat, a waitress followed us taking our order for drinks.  Getting to
the benches I saw a small area on the each end of our bench with table tops for drinks and
whatnot. 

As we got comfortable, our drinks magically appeared and we were able to talk in low tones to
each other for a bit. 

"What did this girl tell you about this room anyway?"

"She said that it is the anything goes room.  In here the dancers can interact more...closely with
us.  She also said that since it is anything goes in here, only certain people are allowed back here. 
They can't afford any trouble in here I guess."

"Anything goes huh?  What exactly is anything?"

"I'm not sure, but she said that we wouldn't be disappointed."

"Well the drink service is a lot better in here than out there in the main part.  I am curious to see
what else is different too."

Ashley was right next to me and her hands were all over me.  I put a hand on her thigh, and then
slid it under her dress.  Her pussy was dripping wet by the time I got my fingers up to those soft
warm lips.
She was squirming as my caresses started to turn her on.

She on the other hand was not slacking off either.  She had undone my pants, pulling down my
zipper and was just now trying to get my cock out.  I was a bit shocked since this was in a pretty
public place.  I knew that we had been told anything went, but I didn't want to get kicked out
before we had seen a show.  

Nobody seemed to care or notice, not that we could see how many other people were in this
room yet.  For all we knew, we were the only ones besides the waitresses.  Ashley leaned in and
we kissed.  Our tongues fought with each other before mine finally worked it's way into her hot
mouth.

Her breathing was rough and I could see that she was ready to go pretty far again.  This was a
different place and a different situation, so I was not sure just how far we could go, but I was
willing to play along with my wife.

Suddenly music began to thump out and the lights on the center area came up.  There was a large
round elevated stage, about three foot high, padded with what looked to be some type of covered
gym mats.   I could see a pile of pillows in one spot on the other side, and a chair with large legs
next to it.

Looking around it took me a second to see that Ashley and I were the only customers in the room
at the moment.  Were they going to perform for just us two?  I was surprised a bunch now.  I had
never heard of a club that would cater to one or two people like this.  I wondered how they
expected to make any money like this.

Ashley had quit messing with my cock, although she still had it in a firm grip.  She was looking
around like I was and then seeing that we were the only ones in the room, she turned back on me
and became more aggressive than ever.

As she bent down and began to lick my cock I saw a dancer stepping up on the stage.  This lady
was dressed in a kimono and her hair was done up just like a Geisha girl.  She had a fan in her
hand and as she began to dance the music had an oriental mix to it.

Ashley was watching out of the corners of her eyes as the dancer's routine started.  The fan was
sent sailing across the room first, and then she undid the belt of her kimono.  I could see flashes of
skin here and there as she spun around and moved to the beat of the music that was changing as it
went. 

Her back to us, I heard the music blend into a nice rock set sounding a bit like ZZ Top.  Ashley
had sat up, even though she was absently stroking me still, her attention on the dancer.  The
kimono fell off her back and piled on the floor, revealing that the dancer had a bra top and a G-
string on underneath it. 

She danced over close to us and really began to twist and twirl.  She would reach out as if to pull
us up on the stage with her, then dance off, teasing us.  Ashley leaned forward and was
mesmerized.

Then the dancer began to unhook her bra.  The slinky lace barely covered her breasts to begin
with, but as it came off I felt my cock throb.  Her nipples were hard and sticking way out, what
seemed to be at least an inch.  I was entranced with those nipples as she danced around us.

Suddenly, Ashley leaned forward a long ways and licked her lips.  The dancer seeing that, danced
over close to Ashley, and leaned in holding her breasts out close to Ashley's face.  I couldn't
believe it when my wife's tongue shot out and she actually licked those nipples, then sucked one
into between her lips.

The dancer let her suckle on her breasts for a bit, then broke away and danced out on the stage
center.  Ashley glanced at me and blushed.

"I couldn't help it.  She has such great nipples and all.  I just had to get a taste of them."

"So, how were they?"

"Hard and sweet.  I'd really love to taste more of her."

"I'll bet she would like to let you do just that too Ashley."

The dancer was working her G-string down off her lithe body and the way she was dancing
around as she did that made my cock throb more and more.  Ashley was moving around like she
was dancing.  The dancer moved in close to us again, this time putting her tits right in my face.  I
got to lick and suck on those incredible nipples now.

As I did that I lost track of Ashley, but the dancer soon gave away that my wife had not been idle. 
She moved away from me and turned to face Ashley.  Ashley had her face near the dancers
bottom and just as she moved back a bit to give the dancer room to turn, I saw her tongue out
and the dancers butt had wet streaks all over it, all heading towards her crack.

My wife was really getting into this now.  I had never heard Ashley mention anything about
wanting to play with another lady before.  Now, before my very eyes, not only was she playing,
she was getting ready to eat her.  My amazement was complete.

The dancer let Ashley lick her pussy a bit, holding her head in her hands.  Ashley's long blonde
hair came out of the bun she had put it up into, falling around her body.  The dancer's hands
caressed her hair now too.

I had been leaning in close, watching Ashley as she licked that clean-shaven pussy.  Suddenly the
dancer pulled back a bit and turned slightly, taking my head in her hands, and pulled my face into
her.  Ashley moaned in frustration as I got my turn licking that sweet and now wet pussy.  I was
getting into my oral pleasing when the dancer pulled away and began to dance again.  I looked
over at Ashley and she was smiling at me.

"You should see your face Doug.  It's all wet.  You have her juices all over your face."

"You should be talking.  Your face is wet as mine sweetie."

"She taste's good doesn't she?"

"Not as good as you do honey.  But, she does taste good though."

Ashley leaned in to me and began tonguing my mouth.  We kissed for quite a bit, up until the
dancer suddenly touched our cheeks.  She had danced in close and was trying to get our attention
back on her.

We turned our attention back on the dancer as she laid in front of us and spread her legs wide
apart.  Her pussy lips were glistening in the lights and beckoning me to lean in and kiss her there. 
Ashley was reacting the same as I was.  

I leaned over to her and asked her about her kissing and licking a woman like she had.  The act
had surprised me and made me very hot as well.

"Ashley, why haven't you ever mentioned that you wanted to be with a woman?"

"Well to be honest Doug, I never knew it until tonight.  There was that one night at that swing
club where I got real hot watching those two women get into it like they did, but until tonight I
really never gave it a whole lot of thought.  I always have liked cocks and everything about them. 
Now I have found out that pussies can get me hot too."

"Huh.  Just don't expect me to want to get into cocks.  I am pretty positive that I don't want to
touch another man's cock.  Watching one be with you is a whole ‘nother matter though.  For
some reason seeing that guy fuck you that night like he did and you sucking those others off...it
still gives me a hard-on like you wouldn't believe."

"Oh I'd believe it baby.  I've seen your cock when I mention that night.  You can just have cum
and be all used up and I mention that black guy fucking my ass and I can be certain your cock will
rise to the occasion."

"You've done that on purpose?  To get me hard again?"

"Well, not the first couple of times, but lately I have found it to be quite useful.  I think it's great."

"Well, that whole night did turn out pretty good.  I just had that fear of losing you and not
knowing if I would be able to make you happy after that.  I know better now, or think I do
anyway."

"What would you say if I told you I wanted to dance in a strip club?"

"You mean on an amateur night?"

"No, full time.  I have been watching these ladies and I think I have the body and moves to
compete with them."

"Um...well...I'm not sure I would like you doing it all the time.  I mean, all those men trying to
touch you..."

"I want that.  That's the part that really gets me going Doug.  All those men...wanting
me...wanting to touch me...fuck me...everything.  I have been fantasizing about it for quite some
time now."

"I don't know.  Is there something else you are trying to tell me Ashley?  I'm not enough for you
anymore?"

"NO.  It's not that Doug.  It's...just that I think I want to have a bunch of men desiring me. 
Sexually I mean.  I even would like to..."

"What?  Fuck them too?  Then I am not enough for you anymore am I?  You've had that taste of
strange cock and you want more.  I was afraid of this very thing.  I opened a huge can of worms
that night."

"No...you are enough for me Doug.  Tell me...do you ever look at some beautiful woman and
wonder...you know...what she would be like in bed?  How would she suck your cock?  How tight
her pussy was?  Would she let you fuck her ass?"

"Well, fleetingly yes.  But not to the point of going out and looking to do it.  I love you Ashley. 
That's why I asked you to marry me when I did.  I haven't minded watching you fuck that guy
that night or sucking off those others...but this other fantasy of yours...I don't know."

"Doug...you know I love you right?"

"Yes."

"You should know that I place you in very high esteem and above all else then.  You know that
right?"

"Well..."

"RIGHT?"
"Yes, but Ashley, you are talking about being a professional stripper and all that comes with it. 
What if your mom and dad found out?  Or my mom and dad?  Or the neighbors?  Or my co-
workers? What if some night you allowed some guy to ‘buy' your services?  Where would that
leave me?  Us?"

"I wouldn't do that Doug.  I just thought that it would be great to strip in front of a whole room
full of men.  Not be a prostitute. Do you really think I would do that?"

"I don't know anymore Ashley.  So much has changed between us since that night.  I was happy
with the way things were, then..."

"Then we will wait.  I don't have to dance Doug.  It's not that important to me."


I let it drop in the interests of the dancer that was trying to capture our attention yet again.  Pretty
soon we were both caught up in the sexy and sensual display in front of us.  Ashley had my cock
in her hand and was stroking me.  I had my fingers in her pussy and together we brought
ourselves close to orgasm several times.

After the dancer left us the stage got dark.  I grabbed Ashley and pulled her out of the club to our
car.  We went back to our hotel room where Ashley attacked me with a vengeance.  Our sex that
night was hot and sweaty.  

I had in the back of my mind our conversation about Ashley wanting to dance as a pro in a strip
club the whole time though.  I was bothered by her attitude.  It seemed that she wanted more than
I was comfortable in giving now.  I felt like I had caused this new direction in our lives with that
one night at that adult bookstore. 

  


We got home a few days later and went about our usual routine.  Our sex was still hot and heavy
having been revved up at that strip club.  I got home one night and found Ashley all dressed up in
a killer dress and high heels.

She took my hand as I walked in the door and drug me over to my recliner and pushed me down. 
I saw she had already set up a drink for me and a stack of paper towels.  I was wondering about
the paper towels.

She stood in front of me and using the remote to our stereo brought up some loud music with a
driving beat.  Then she turned to face me.

"I've been thinking about this all this time.  I want you to see what I can do and tell me what you
think."

I was confused until she started dancing around in a sexy and very provocative way.  Her body
was swaying side to side, her hips rolling up and down and her hands were all over her, slipping
around her breasts and over her crotch.  


Smiling at me she moved to one side and angled away from me.  She then began to undo her dress
buttons.  Each button was undone in a very showy and sexy manner.  I felt my cock hardening at
the sight of my wife being so sexy and wanton.

Soon the dress was sliding down her body.  She had on the Victoria's Secret panty and bra set I
had gotten her for Christmas last year.  Red lace with see-through material that enhanced her
whole body. 

Her movements became more and more sexual and explicit now.  She thrust out her chest, making
her large breasts jump out and jiggle at me.  Then she did a bump and grind with her hips that left
no doubt that she had some great moves.

The toned muscles in her legs were giving definition to her ‘act' too.  The rippling up and down
as her body rolled and rocked seemed to add to the whole effect of her strip-tease.  I found myself
rubbing my cock as I watched my wife dance.

Ashley reached around behind her and undid the back strap of her bra.  Holding it to her breasts,
she pulled out each arm in a carefully orchestrated move that teased me to the point of wanting to
jump up and take over her stripping.

Facing me, she bent over and then just pulled her hands away, letting her bra fall to the floor.  She
kicked it out of the way, over on top of her dress.  She shook her tits at me and then cupped them
together and let me get real close.

I stuck out my tongue and licked her nipples a couple of times before she pulled away and danced
back from me.  She moved this way and that, driving me crazy with desire.  Then she began to
work her panties off her nicely shaped ass.  Once again, facing away from me she worked them
down her legs and stepping out of them, tossed them over on top of her other clothes.

She kept her back to me and danced, letting me catch glimpses of her pussy once in a while by
bending way over and spreading her legs apart a bit.  Then she turned around and showed me all
she had to offer.

Ashley was really into this whole thing and she was doing a great job.  I was mesmerized by her
act and had actually taken my cock out and was stroking it as I watched.  She sat on the floor in
front of me and laying on her back began to lift and spread her legs, in small repetitive motions,
back and forth, up and down, until finally she lifted them all the way up into the air straight up,
and spread them as far apart as she could.

Then, looking into my eyes, she began to masturbate.  Her fingers plunging in and out of her tight
pussy, her juices shining.  She would lick her fingers once in a while then go back to fucking
herself with them. I was ready to explode. 

The music stopped just as she was about to orgasm.  The silence was deafening.  She laid there
panting, then looking me right in the eye begged me to get her off.

"Oh baby, I need you.  Come here and fuck me.  Give me your hard cock.  Let me feel you ram it
inside me.  Come on.  Fuck your stripper-slut."

I didn't hesitate.  I dropped my pants in a hurry and leaving my shirt on, laid between her leg and
rammed my cock right into her pussy.  She gasped as I bottomed out in her and then her legs
went around my back and she began to hump up at me as I drove in and out of her wetness.

I didn't last long, being so worked up and all.  Of course, neither did Ashley.  We came in a few
seconds of each other and only after a few minutes of my slamming my cock in and out of her
tightness.

Afterwards, catching our breath, I asked her what had gotten into her today?

"What's up Ashley?  Why the strip tease thing?  Not that I'm complaining or anything, but why?"

"I just wanted you to see me strip.  Am I good at it?"

"Good at it?  Damn woman, you are the best I have ever seen.  Your moves...wow.  I mean
damn...you got me worked up in seconds before you ever showed any skin too."

"So, do you think I could be a pro then?"

"Uh...wait a minute.  I thought that we had talked about that.  Didn't you agree that we would
wait on that and talk it over first?"

"Yeah.  I'm not dancing professionally yet silly.  I just wanted you to see what I could do first. 
Since I seemed to do so well, I guess the next step is talking huh?"

"You still want to strip in a club in front of strangers?"

"Well, I want to try it.  Maybe an amateur night first?  Please?  At least once?  See if I can and if I
like it at all?  Please?"

"Ashley, I just don't like the idea of you being a stripper.  Too much can go wrong between us
and even where I work too.  Can't we just pretend that you are stripping at home like you just did
for me?  Wouldn't that be enough for you?"

"It's not the same Doug.  I want to feel the excitement of doing it in front of total strangers."

I was at a loss.  How could I show her that I didn't like the way things were going between us
without having a blowup?  She wasn't listening to me and perhaps, I wasn't hearing her either.  I
just wanted my wife to myself.  Just her and me.

My silence got to her.  I saw her look of hurt and anger as she jumped up and grabbed her
clothes.  She stomped out of the room and into our master bedroom.  I followed trying to talk,
but she locked the door and refused to open it.  I just couldn't understand why this was such a big
deal for her.

I slept on the couch that night.  For the first time ever.  Never had we had a fight like this. 
Everything hanging, nothing finished.   Just silence between us. It was a long and rough night for
me and I think her too.  In the morning I was cooking breakfast when she came out.

"Hi."

"Morning.  About last night..."

"No.  Lets just drop it okay Doug?  I'm too tired and upset to want to fight with you.  I'll just let
this one go.  You win."

"It's not about winning or losing Ashley.  I am just not comfortable with this new direction you
want to go in.  If you want to get a job that's one thing.  But to strip?  You have a degree.  You
can get work almost anywhere.  Why strip?"

" It's not the money.  It's the excitement.  The feeling of those men staring at me, lusting after
me.  Wanting to fuck me senseless as I dance in front of them.  I'd still be just yours Doug. 
They'd only see me, maybe some light touching, but no more."

"I don't know.  I just can't understand this at all I guess.  You have never shown any tendencies
for stripping or anything like that before.  Then, the strip club we went to, I never knew you
wanted to try another woman.  Things between us are changing a bit too fast for me Ashley. 
Maybe I just need some time to think about it all before we go any farther.  You know that I am
just happy being with you don't you?"

I knew I was weakening.  I loved my wife so much.  I wanted her to be happy and have a fun and
fulfilling life.  I was also doubting my fears now too.  She had been sexy and sensual in her
dancing.  She had gotten me hot and bothered in seconds at the very start of her dance routine.

She would make a great stripper I could see that.  I was just worried that soon she would be
accepting ‘dates' with customers. Then, there was that chance that co-workers or friends and
family might see her dancing or hear about it.  What would we do then?  What could or would
happen?

"Oh Doug.  I'm sorry.  I've been thinking about this for a long time.  I never told you before
because I didn't know how you would take it.  That night at the bookstore...it brought out things
in me that I never knew before.  We may have opened a Pandora's box now. Still, if you really
don't want me to go any farther I won't.  I love you too much to lose you over some stupid
fantasies."

"Look, I'm not saying that you can't Ashley.  I'm just saying that I need some time to figure out
what it is I am willing to do.  I found out that night at the bookstore things about me that I didn't
fully understand.  I'm still trying to come to grips with that and here you are speeding ahead. Way
ahead."

"Then...you'll think about it and maybe agree that I can at least try an amateur night?"

"Just give me some time honey.  I just need to see what it is I really want or how far I am willing
to go."

For the next three months nothing was ever mentioned.  However, Ashley refined her strip routine
until I was flat amazed.  She worked it over and over until she had even the smallest details down
pat.  Then, she began to try other costumes.  

The benefits for me were great too.  I would get a show, get turned on, and then get to fuck the
dancer however and for how many times I wanted.  Each time seemed to push our sex drives into
upwards into the next level of heightened pleasure.

Ashley didn't strip every night, don't get me wrong.  Just about once or sometimes twice a week. 
Each time she would make little comments as she danced, pretending that other men were there
watching, touching and vying for her attention.

I didn't see it at the time, but she was slowly convincing me to let her get out and do a strip for
real at a real club.  Her words and actions were such that I could picture her in front of a crowd of
men stripping off her clothes and dancing around.  

I could even ‘see' her letting them touch her, caressing her, and shoving tips into her garter or
panties or even just throwing them at her feet when she didn't have any clothes left on at all.  She
had also taken to trimming her pussy into a great little patch of hair that enhanced her beautiful
pussy too. 

One day at work I found out that I had to go out of town on a longer trip.  It was connected to a
client that I knew would be good for lots of business with our company and would also probably
be my ticket to a nice promotion too.

When my boss told me that I would be required to spend five days one week and four of the next
having to stay there over the weekend, I was not too concerned since I could picture Ashley being
with me and us having lots of fun on the weekend.

I accepted the fact that I would have to work extra hard for this client a long time ago and now
everything was coming around for me.  I made arrangements for my stay in the city where the
client had headquarters and then began to plan the weekend I would be spending with my wife.
My boss had more or less told me that a promotion was in order and it would be a lucrative one if
I could land this clients extra business too.

Everything set for the following weeks and plans set for the weekend I headed home that night
happy and hardly able to wait to tell Ashley the good news.  I stopped and bought a bottle of the
best wine I could find and then picked up some take-out I had called for before leaving work.

Walking into the house I saw that Ashley was out in the back tanning.  I showered and changed
clothes, knowing that she had her headphones on and wouldn't hear me.  I was a bout four hours
earlier than usual and this would surprise her.

Stepping out of the bedroom from changing, I saw that she was getting up to come in.  I stood
just inside the kitchen door and waited.  She was very surprised to see me. 

"DOUG.  Damn, you scared me.  What are you doing home so early anyway?"

"Oh, got some news today and a new assignment too."

"Oh?  What's up?"

"Well, I have to go to that new client's I was telling you about Monday.  I will be there for just
about two weeks.  We can have a whole weekend together just you and me, and have a great
time.  I have some stuff planned for us to do already and I think you'll like it."

"The whole weekend?  I don't know if I want to spend two weeks in a hotel room Doug.  That's
a bit longer than usual.  What will I do while you are out wining and dining the client and selling
him on the company?"

"What do you usually do when you come with me Ashley?"

I was a bit surprised.  She was excited for me I could see, but she seemed reluctant to want to go
with me for some reason.  She had never complained about being bored before while I was
working and she hung around waiting for me.

"I'm just afraid I would spend way too much money being stuck all day alone Doug.  Maybe I'll
sit this trip out okay?"

"Well, I kinda made some plans for the two of us.  I was looking forward to you coming along. 
How about if you just fly in on Friday and leave on the following Monday then? We could afford
that I think."

"I guess I could do that.  At least we would have the weekend together.  Oh, I was going to help
Ann with some stuff on Friday night.  How about I fly in on Saturday morning instead?"

"Well, that's better than not at all I guess.  I really wish you would come with me for the whole
trip though."

"Ann really needs me to be there for her Doug.  It just came up this morning and since I didn't
know about this trip of yours...well..."

"It's all right Ashley.  I understand.  The weekend will be a bit short, but at least we will be
together."

I was a bit miffed, but then I knew that her friend Ann was going through some tough times.  She
had some kind of cancer that had sprung up and she was needing treatments for it.  She didn't feel
real well and I knew that Ashley was trying to help her out as much as she could.  

Ashley had been like an on call nurse quite a few times, once or twice with little or no heads up
too. Ann was Ashley's best friend and I didn't want to look like I was a jerk by insisting that she
come with me when her friend needed her. I didn't see any problems with it other than I had been
counting on having my wife with me the whole two weeks.

That weekend we were once again like two newlyweds.  Ashley did her strip routine for me on
that Friday night and it got the fires burning that didn't quit until Monday morning.  Matter of
fact, she was trying to get me to go one more round as I was getting ready to head to the airport
for my flight.

I arrived in the clients city and got right to work with them.  I found the week went by quickly.  I
called  Ashley daily, although several times I had a hard time catching her at home.  She told me
that she had been spending a lot of time with Ann.  Ann had been quite sick from her
chemotherapy and Ashley had been staying with her taking care of her.

I started to call her cell after finding that out and usually was able to connect with her that way. 
Thursday night I tried and couldn't reach Ashley.  After trying her cell and then the house phone,
I finally called Ann's. 

"Hey Ann, how are you doing?"

"Doug?  Oh, I'm doing ok I guess.  Best as can be expected. Not looking forward to tomorrow
though."

" Ashley said something about helping you out tomorrow. That's why she didn't come with me on
this trip. Say, is Ashley there?  I haven't been able to reach her tonight."   

"Ashley?  She was here earlier but left for home.  She was looking tired, poor thing, taking care
of me the way she has been.  She has been a Godsend for me though.  She's a good friend.  You
are a lucky man to have her you know that Doug?"

"I know, I know.  I count myself lucky all the time Ann.  So...did she just leave then?"

"Oh yeah.  She said something about going to the gym and then the store then home to bed."

I hung up and decided to go eat something.  As I ate my supper a thought came to me unbidden. 
If Ashley was so tired looking, why would she want to go to the gym then the store?  Why
wouldn't she just go home and get some sleep?  I knew her well enough to know that if she was
tired that is exactly what she would do normally.  This was different.

I trusted Ann though, and Ashley too.  I put that thought out of my mind and finished eating.  I
walked back to my room and as I passed the lounge I stepped in for a quick one.  Talking to the
bartender I found out that Saturday night there was going to be a live band playing.  I added this
bar to my list of things to do with Ashley when she got here.

Later that night I finally got in touch with my wife.  It was real late at our home and I knew that
she was already tired so I kept the conversation short and didn't ask too many questions.  We had
a nice chat and Ashley mentioned not being able to wait to fly out to be with me over the
weekend.  

Friday disaster struck.  I found out that some of the papers I was sure would be there by then
weren't going to make it unless I stayed late and picked up the fax copies the office was going to
send as back-ups.  

Then, the client's representative had to leave for a few hours and promised to get back with me
that evening.  I called Ashley at home just before lunch and told her that I wouldn't be able to get
in touch with her until real late that night or early Saturday morning.

"Oh damn Doug.  Well, how about you just wait with the call?  I'll be there in the morning and
we will have the whole weekend together.  You will be tired and needing rest and I may be at
Ann's all night anyway."

"Okay sweetie.  Love you.  Bye."

"Love you too Doug.  Talk to ya later okay?"

The rest of the day smoothed out and by seven that evening I had finished up all the details and
even had the client signing off on most of the contract.  It had been a very long day.  I went up to
my hotel room and showered.  

After my nice long hot shower I felt a bit better so I ordered up room service and turned on the 
TV.  I watched the end of an old movie and then started watching the local news.  My order came
up and I ate, feeling better all the time.  I knew that tomorrow Ashley would be here and life
would be great again.

Watching the news I got bored and started surfing channels.  I came across our home TV
station's channel and decided to watch that for a bit.  Usual news programs but one item caught
me attention.  They were doing an investigative report on a couple of local strip clubs.  Since
Ashley had been so hot to try stripping, I though I might gain some insight by watching the
segment.  

The first club they were targeting was the largest one in the area.  They had more dancers both
male and female.  The other clubs only had female dancer's.  I saw that they had filmed most of
the report on Tuesday and some on Thursday.  

I learned quite a bit about the dancer's, even some of why they did what they did for a living...and
I found that out of the six or so they interviewed, only two said anything about what Ashley had
mentioned.  

So, there were some who did get off on the thrill of men staring and wanting them like that.  It
gave me lots to think about.  One of the dancers was married and another of them had a steady
boyfriend that was wanting to get married.

As the show went on I found out that Ashley was not an isolated case.  In the other clubs the
dancers they interviewed were seemingly honest about why they did what they did and I found a
common theme for some of them at least was the exhibitionist streak in them that caused them to
get off on teasing men like they did.

The more I watched the more I realized that maybe it wouldn't be so bad to let Ashley at least try
an amateur night strip one time and see how I felt afterwards.  Just as the report ended they were
showing the larger of the dance clubs live.  

The camera's were on the street (of course) and catching people coming and going out of the
front doors.  For an instant I thought I saw who I thought was Ann walking into the club.  I knew
that I had to be wrong about that since Ann was so sick, but that woman had looked a lot like
Ann.  Especially her hair.  Ann's hair had always be quite distinctive. She chose wigs that
enhanced her build, and quite frankly made her look sexy as hell.

I shrugged it off to a look-alike and headed on to bed. In the morning I was thinking about that
show and laughed at myself.  I was seeing things and trying to put things and people  in places
they didn't belong.  I needed Ashley with me.  I needed her to be my balance.  

I picked Ashley up at the airport and she was glad to see me.  I thought she was going to rape me
right there in the main terminal.  We went straight to my hotel room and the instant the door
closed Ashley was all over me.  She had me out of my clothes in an instant and her followed even
quicker.

Our sex was hard and fast that first time.  I could see that the week without me had driven her
sexual drive way up.  I knew that I was pretty hot too.  We attacked each other and I remember
pounding into her tight pussy in hard fast thrusts, her moans driving me to go harder and faster.

The sweat of our bodies made us slippery and every sensation was keyed to each other. 
Afterward, resting, Ashley couldn't keep her hands off of me. I noticed she was clinging to me
which was not like her.  Usually she was quite independent and self assured.  Today she seemed
like a little girl afraid of her own shadow.  

I figured it was due to the separation we had just undergone.  One week was a long time for us
and it had rarely happened.  I held her close to me and caressed her long hair. She kissed me, then
laid her head on my chest.  One of her legs went over mine and she slipped her hand down to my
cock.

Holding me softly, she closed her eyes and sighed.

"God I love you Doug.  I don't know what I'd do without you."

" I love you too Ashley.  You're the best wife a guy could ever have."

I felt her grip tighten on my shaft.  She held me firmly and then began to stroke me, making my
cock harden.  I was ready to go again but she seemed a bit off for some reason.  I could tell that
there was something on her mind.

"Okay.  What's bothering you honey?  I can see that you are preoccupied about something."

"Oh, I was just thinking."

"About that stripping thing again?"

As I said that her grip got a lot tighter and she froze in place.  I had hit the proverbial nil on the
head with that one comment it seemed.

"Who said anything about stripping?  I never mentioned that at all yet."

She resumed stroking me, but she was moving faster now.  I could tell that I had triggered
something inside her, but what I was not sure.

"Well, that has been the most often talked about topic at home recently.  It had to be either that or
Ann and her cancer.  Which is it?"

"Well, Ann and I went out last night.  She was feeling pretty good, and wanted to get out of her
house and do something."

"Oh?"

"Yeah.  We went out to eat and then we went to a club for a few drinks."

"Which club?"

"Doesn't matter really does it?  We had a few drinks, and then went to her place."

"So, did you guy's get hit on while at the club that doesn't matter?"

"Yeah.  Once.  A table of guys were partying and they bought us a round.  They wanted to dance
with us too."

"So...did you?  Dance I mean?"

"Ann did.  Several times.  I...I did too."

She spoke like she was confessing to cheating on me.  I was surprised that she would have danced
with strangers, but considering that Ann had been with her I understood.  I didn't see a problem
with it either, in case you are wondering.  I trusted my wife totally.

"So you had a good time, a few drinks, and a few dances.  What's the big deal?"

"Well...I...the club...it wasn't the usual club that women go to Doug."

I had a flash of that newscast of last night.  Had that been Ann?  They had gone to a strip club? 
Hopefully to see the male dancers, although even that shocked me a bit.  I waited for the other
shoe to drop.  Ashley had stunned me with this confession and I was afraid of what the rest of the
story was going to be now.

"How much do you love me Doug?"

"You have to ask?"

"Well, you aren't going to like what I have to tell you."

I was afraid that she was about to tell me that she had slept with some stranger or stranger's now. 
My heart was beating faster and faster and my blood pressure was rising.  Ashley sat up and then
turned to sit on the edge of the bed.  She hugged herself tightly and I could see her shoulders
shaking as she started to cry.

I didn't do anything.  I wanted to comfort her, but my fears froze my body where it was.  My wife
was about to send us down a path I never had imagined we would be on. I had pictures in my
mind of other men touching her.  Kissing her.  Even...God forbid...fucking her.

"I know we talked about it Doug and I even agreed that you needed time to decide what you
wanted.  I...I...did it.  Without your permission or knowledge.  I went to a club...and..."

"You went to a strip club and picked up or got picked up by some guys?"

She looked at me like a deer in the headlights, only a bit confused.

"Guys?  Picked them up?  NO.  I went and...stripped."
"Stripped?  That's all?  You stripped?"

"That's all?  We agreed to wait and think about it and as soon as you left town I was planning my
adventure.  Ann even helped to cover for me.  She even came to the club to watch my dance too."

"Ah...so it was her I saw last night on the news."

"WHAT?"

"I saw a program on the news station about that club.  I thought I saw a woman that looked
exactly like Ann going in.  It was just a glimpse, but the club was the largest and the only with
men and women dancers."

"Oh God.  You saw Ann?  Look, don't be mad at her.  She truly isn't feeling well.  She insisted
on coming along.  She even thought it would be good for her to get out a bit and see some
lights."

"Well, seeing you in the lights anyway.  So...how did you do?  How did it feel for you?  Was it
everything you expected it to be?  Those men, grabbing at you, throwing money at you...all you
thought it would be?"

"I...well...yes and no.  I loved stripping for them.  I was on such a rush dancing in a room full of
men, them dressed and me naked.  They really loved me too Doug.  I picked up over a thousand
bucks in tips.  I...danced several times.  I'm sorry Doug.  I should never have done this without
your knowledge and permission or blessing.  It was wrong and I screwed up."

"It's not like you fucked a bunch of them is it now?  All you did was dance...right?"

"Uh...well...I did some lap dances too."

"What?  LAP DANCES?"

"Don't shout please Doug.  Yes.  I did about ten lap dances too.  It was scary, but still it got me
hotter than hell.  The only thing better would have been if you had been there to take care of me
afterwards."

"So...who did take care of you afterwards?"

"DOUG.  I never...I mean...no man had me.  Ann and I went home together.  Only us, nobody
else.  I never fucked around on you at all."

"No man?"

Ashley blushed a deep red.  She shook her head side to side as if denying what she was about to
tell me.  Then she spilled it all out.
"Ann and I...that is to say...we...well, I started it but we..."

"You and Ann made love?"

"Yeah...well not made love, fucked and sucked each other though.  Several times."

"Fucked?"

"I...bought a...God I can't believe this now...I bought a strap-on at the club's bookstore.  As we
were leaving I already knew that Ann was hot as I was.  We had kissed once already...I just..."

"You bought a strap-on?  You aren't planning on using it on someone else are you?"

"What?  What do you mean?"

"I mean, you're not planning on using it on me are you?"

"Uh...no...but now that you mention it..."

"Well, forget it.  Not interested in that at all."

Ashley could see that I wasn't mad now.  I was still thanking my lucky stars that she hadn't
fucked around on me.  I was a bit hurt that she had done this stripping thing without talking to me
before hand, or at least just telling me.  Her sneaking around to do this bothered me quite a bit.  It
didn't bode well for other things now.

"Look, what I did was wrong Doug.  I'm sorry now that I did this at all without you being
involved.  I...have more to say though.  You aren't going to like it at all either."

I froze up again.  Had she cheated on me anyway then?

"Doug...they offered me a job.  They told me that I was a natural and with my good looks I would
be great at stripping as a pro.  I told them I would."

"Think about it.  You told them you would think about it right?"

"No, I told them I would.  I accepted their offer.  I start next Thursday.  Main attraction too.  I
guess I was better than I thought I would be."

"Ashley, I can't believe you said you would work for them like that.  What about me?  What
about us?  No...I can't accept this.  You can't dance for them. I refuse to believe that you would
do this without at least talking to me about it.  I do not want you dancing period."

"Hey, I'm not some property you can order around.  I have a mind and an education by the way. 
I am a grown woman and I can do what I want.  I want to do this so I am going to do it.  That's
that.  My mind is made up."

She had jumped up as she got into being mad at me.  I was stunned and shocked.  I laid there,
wondering what in the hell I was going to do now.  Even standing there naked and angry as she
was at me, she was beautiful.  I could see that our marriage was in danger, serious danger.

"Ashley, our marriage is a partnership.  We are best friends.  I wouldn't do anything to hurt you
intentionally, so why are you doing this to me?  To us?"

"I don't see what the big deal is Doug.  I want to strip.  I'm good at it.  I love the feeling it gives
me.  I'm going to do it.  What about what I want?  How I feel?  Can't you see that I want to do
this?"

"Even if it costs you our marriage?"

"What?  What are you saying Doug?"

"I'm saying that if you go to work Thursday it had better not be a strip or dance club.  It had
better be a place where you are going to use your degree in engineering.  I have never given you
an ultimatum before Ashley, but I am now.  If you start stripping as a job we will be in divorce
court.  I cannot have a wife that won't be honest with me and you have gone beyond that quite a
bit."

"YOU are giving ME an ultimatum?  Here's an ultimatum for you buddy.  I'm going to strip at
the club like it or not.  If you don't like it then fine. We're done."

She got dressed, grabbed her bags and walked out on me.  It was early in day yet and she went
straight to the airport and flew home.  I sat in the hotel room and stewed.  If I left to try to talk
her out of this, which I was finding out would probably be impossible, I would screw up my
future with my employer.  

I knew that flying home would mean the end of my promotion, and maybe even my job.  Ashley
had made it abundantly clear that her new ‘career' was more important than I was or our
marriage.  I dressed and then went down to the lounge and proceeded to get on my lips drunk. 

I crawled into my room at closing time and slept through the day Sunday.  I figured that my
marriage was over, and it had happened so fast I still was having a hard time seeing it.  I moped
around the rest of the day Sunday and didn't bother trying to call Ashley.

Monday, I worked with the client and we got an amazing amount of work done considering that
my thoughts were not on the job.  I was miserable but mad enough to not bend enough to try to
contact my wife.

That night the client invited me to dinner and I went out with them.  It was a nice evening and had
Ashley and I not been in the biggest fight of our marriage, I would have probably enjoyed it a lot
more.
By Wednesday we had finished up everything and I was free to go home.  I flew home, not having
called or even trying to call my wife.  I grabbed a cab home and as I walked in the door the first
thing I noticed was the house was quiet.

Going into our bedroom I saw Ashley's dresser drawers open...and empty.  Her closet was empty
too.  She had meant what she said and she was gone.  I was alone in a home meant for two
people.  All by myself.

I unpacked and made myself a little lunch.  I was surprised that there was still food in the place
yet.  I checked with the bank and strangely, all my money was still there, and so was the savings. 
She hadn't touched it yet then.

Sitting around the rest of the day I felt like shit.  I questioned my whole attitude towards Ashley
now.  Still, deep down I knew that I could never be able to work out my wife being a stripper.  I
slept the sleep of the doomed, tossing and turning, having nightmares that were forgettable, but
enough to keep me half awake.

The next day I drug into work and finished up the loosed ends on the new contracts I had just
nailed down.  Everyone but me was happy and in great spirits.  I hung around till quitting time
then drove home to my empty house.

I saw that there were several messages on the answering machine.  I played them back.  The first
was Ashley asking if I was alright.  

"Yeah...just fucking dandy."

The second was Ashley saying that we needed to talk.

"Haven't we talked already?  Your mind is already made up it appears.  I can't accept your
dancing as a stripper and you don't want me anymore because of that."

The third was Ann.  She wanted me to come over to her place and ‘talk'.

"Yeah...talk me into keeping my marriage together while my wife does whatever the hell she
wants regardless of my feelings."

There were more messages, but I was through.  I went to the bar in the living room and
proceeded to get shit faced again.  I passed out on the couch and in the morning I called in sick.  I
really was too.  Massively.  And I was talking to myself...out loud too.

I noticed that there were about ten new messages on the answering machine now.  All from
Ashley, each getting more and more desperate than the last.  What the hell was it with her?  She
as much as tells me to go to hell that she is going to do what she wants and then moves all her
stuff out of the house.  

Now, she wants to ‘talk'?  Fuck that.  Fuck her.  We had gotten along so well I had never seen
this coming.  Better to know now than later.  I felt like I had already wasted our years together.  I
was angry and hurt and had no way to deal with it except go get drunk...again.

Saturday came and I laid around the house, not wanting to do a damn thing.  The dishes had piled
up, as had dirty clothes and garbage, so I cleaned house.  I got done in the early afternoon and
decided to go out to a local bar and...you guessed it...go get drunk.

I called a cab, knowing that I would be in no condition to drive later, and went into the closest
bar.  Two hours later they kicked me out.  

"Man, you are way too blasted to be in here buddy.  Take it home and fix your problem before it
fixes you."

The bartender had just given me the best advice he could ever have thought of, but I was too
drunk and still to angry to hear it.  I heard the words mind you...just not the intent.  The cab
dropped me home and I stumbled up the walk. 

The sidewalk that my wife and I had poured in, working hard over three weekends to get
everything just right...so long ago it seemed.  I went in the front door...the door that we had both
chosen together and then installed.  The trials of learning about carpentry and door squaring that
had driven us both to extreme ends before that job was done.

Everywhere I looked I saw projects or remembered things that we had done together.  I realized
that this house had too many memories for me now.  If we were going to get divorced, then I
would have to get rid of this place and find some other place to call home.

Long nights and days followed.  Ashley kept calling, but would not stop by.  That spoke volumes
to me too.  She cared she said, but not enough to come over and talk to her husband face to face. 
Even bringing a friend over for backup.  Had she ever loved me?  Had it all been a charade?

Two long weeks went by.  I got my promotion and a much larger office.  I got a huge pay raise,
and even a big bonus too.  It should have been a great and fun time to be me.  Slowly I was
coming to realize that without Ashley I was only a shell.  I wondered...did she feel the same way? 
Did she miss me or was I just a past pain and she had release now?

My boss figured out that something was wrong with Ashley and I and he began to work on me
trying to get me to talk to him.  I shut down even further at each attempt.  My nightly drinking
was becoming a problem...that much I knew.

People had been calling but I had quit looking at the answering machine totally.  The only phone
calls I had were those I made for take out or cabs to go drinking.  I was shutting down and
becoming a hermit.  I knew that someday I would have to finally make a move on my marriage
and other things...I just couldn't see myself ready yet.

One night, it was a Friday, I went out and ended up in front of that club.  Just behind that door my
wife was probably dancing and making out with other men.  She was probably enjoying herself
and her freedom.  I hung around for a bit, then, curious about it all I finally went in to see what
had caused my marriage to self destruct.

Getting inside I saw that there were three dancers at a time on various stages doing their routines. 
Men getting table dances here and there.  Over in the corner, lap dances in a line of chairs.  I went
up to the central bar, where I could look around the whole club and see if my wife was dancing or
not.

The bartender gave me a funny look when I sat down.  Serving me my drink he hung around close
by.  He tried to strike up a conversation with me but I was not talkative.  I was here for one
reason only.  One that I didn't really want to see either.

Suddenly, one of the bouncers came up to me.

"Doug?"

"Yeah?  How do you know my name?"

"We know quite a bit about you.  You need to come with me."

"What...kicking me out?"

He gave me a funny look then shook his head.

"No man.  I'm supposed to take you back to the office.  The boss wants to talk to you."

"Oh really?  What...he wants to thank me for Ashley?  Fuck off."

I was getting mad now.  The hurt, the anger, the loneliness, it was all adding up.  Now, with all
the drinking I had been doing it was a wonder that I hadn't ended up dead or in jail yet.  I was
headed there...all over a woman. I hated it.  I hated what I had become.

The bouncer grabbed my arm and pulled me along behind him.  I followed, not sure why I was
wanted in the office and curious enough to want to find out how big a whore my wife had
become.

He guided me into the office and offered me a chair.  Sitting down I looked around and saw
pictures of all the dancers adorning the walls.  I found a Ashley's right in the middle and it was
somewhat larger and lit up.  She looked so sexy in her pose, my heart tweaked, tears threatened
me too.

I still loved my wife.  I couldn't understand why she had done what she had done to us yet and
that made it all the harder for me. She looked so hot and sexy, any man would kill to have her. 
Was I so wrong in not wanting her to dance?  Was that too much to ask of a wife?  Keep
something private just for me?

I sat there and having already had a few drinks at home before starting out tonight, and then a few
at the bar before the bouncer took me back here, I fell asleep.  It was warm in the office and I was
a bit tired having not been sleeping well anyway.

I don't know how long I slept but suddenly a loud noise creased my consciousness. I opened my
eyes everything a bit fuzzy.  I could have sworn that Ann was sitting behind the desk I was in
front of.  I rubbed my eyes and opened them again.

"So Doug.  You finally came to the club.  Took you long enough.  Ashley has been worried sick
about you.  Do you know she has been losing sleep over you?"

"Oh really?  She cares about me?  Cares enough to call but not drop by her husbands house?  The
place where up until a few weeks ago she used to live too?  Cares enough to not hurt her husband
by dancing and stripping?  Cares enough about me?  Go bullshit someone else Ann.  I'm outta
here."

In my half awake state I didn't even think about why Ann was sitting behind that desk.  Her next
statement shocked me to my core.

"Sit back down Doug.  You were brought in here because you need to understand things.  Ashley
is the best dancer I have working for me.  She is also my best friend.  You mean as much to me as
she does in many ways.  If she isn't happy then neither am I.  She is not happy.  It's all because of
your fight and her leaving you."

"Working for YOU?  YOU own this club Ann?  Now I can see everything much more clearly.
Well, if she wants to talk to me or whatever, she knows where I live.  See ya later Ann."

 I had not one sliver of an idea that Ann would have been or was an owner of a strip club.  I had
thought she was a business woman that owned a clothing store or something.  No wonder Ashley
had gotten so worked up about this stripping thing.  Ann had probably put a lot of ideas into her
head while Ashley had been taking care of her.

I walked out and nobody stopped me.   I called a cab and as I was leaving I looked up on the
stage to see Ashley.  Men crowded around her as she did a real hot dance.  The cab was honking
and I lingered only a bit before turning to walk out.

Behind me I heard a commotion and suddenly  Ashley was grabbing my arm.

"Doug...don't leave.  We need to talk.  Please...stay for a bit.  I love you.  Doug...don't go."

I shrugged her off and walked out.  I barely caught my cab and as I slid in I was shoved hard
across the seat.  The bouncer had come out and shoved me over.  He then told the cab driver to
hold up for another passenger.

"NO...just go.  I am alone."

"Buddy...you are well on you way to screwing up your life.  Driver, wait around.  There will be
two more passengers.  I'm paying, so you take orders from me, not this drunk idiot."

"Fuck you asshole.  I am not that drunk and I came here alone and I'm leaving alone.  If anyone
else wants to come they know where I live if I care enough to see them.  GO driver."

The bouncer gave up.  He sighed and then as the door closed he called me an idiot that didn't
know his head from a hole in the ground.  As the driver pulled out I looked back and saw Ashley
and Ann running out of the club.  It was too late.  We were gone in traffic.

I got dropped at home, tipping the cabby a big tip for having had to put up with a drunk.  He left
with a smile and not one word.  I stumbled into the house and passed out on the couch.  I came to
with noises in the house.  Someone was in the place with me.  I got up and looked around.  

Walking into the kitchen I found Ann and Ashley making up a dinner.  The table was set for three,
and it was well on the way to being served.  I went into the bathroom and then, deciding to be an
ass, took a shower.  A long hot one.  A real long hot shower.

The pounding on the door was ignored.  Then the shouts.  I didn't care if the house burnt down. 
I was not going out there with them.  I had nothing to say anyway.  Ashley had always only had
to come home and talk.  Yet, she hadn't.  Phone calls and that was all.  She hadn't tried very hard
to help me understand her.

Soon the water got cold and I had to get out.  I toweled off and dressed, having laid out some
fresh clothes when I came in.  It was quiet in the house so I assumed that they had given up and
left.  I walked out into an ambush.  

Two big bouncers had me in their grip before I knew what the hell was going on.  They drug me
into the livingroom and then proceeded to tie me up.  I was on a hard dining room chair, tied up
tight in one package.  Looked like I had no choice in this now.

"Thanks guys.  I owe you big."

"Hey Ann, you're the best boss we've ever had.  We'd kill for you. It was our pleasure to do this
favor."

When he said ‘kill for you' he looked right at me with a glare.  The other guy didn't make any
facial movements or anything.  He stood there being very intimidating.

"If you have any brains left buddy, you will listen to these two ladies very carefully.  They care
about you whether you believe it or not."

I sat there quietly.  The fight was out of me now anyway.  I had been acting a bit childish and just
wanted to get this over with and find the end.

"Doug, the reason I never came home to you was I was afraid.  I thought you might be angry
enough to hurt me."

"BULLSHIT Ashley.  I've never hit or even thought of hitting you.  You know better than that."

"You've been drinking a lot.  People that are drunk can act way different than when they are
sober.  I had to be sure that I didn't give you a chance to ruin everything for us by getting violent
with me.  That would have destroyed us for sure."

"What ever happened to the trust and love Ashley?  We could have talked this over.  I got home
to an empty house.  You had run off.  What was I supposed to think?  Besides...if you keep
dancing it won't matter anyway.  I have thought it over and I can't accept you dancing, and since
you are the best Ann has I can imagine that you won't be quitting any time soon."

"You are not making this any easier Doug."

"Divorces are not always easy Ashley.  You made it very clear to me that day in the hotel room
where I stood.  Your actions since have engraved your words in stone in my mind.  I lost my best
friend, my wife, my lover, to a fantasy.  Other men are more important than your husband.  Well,
fuck that.  I can't take second place to anyone in this marriage, and you can't seem to go back to
what we had before.  We're done aren't we?"

"DAMN IT DOUG.  Quit it. I love you.  I didn't mean to hurt you like I have, but I was so mad
that day...I had left on the plane before I realized that I was going to lose the best thing I had ever
had in my life.  You.  Then, when I got home I knew that I couldn't be there when you got home
because you would be too angry with me.  I went to Ann's and that's where I've been this whole
time."

"Yeah.  I'm aware of that.  Instead of being home with your husband you've been dancing,
stripping, showing your stuff to strangers.  Letting them touch you.  Probably fuck you too.  I'm
supposed to think that I'm the bad guy here?  You left me Ashley.  You ran out on me.  You set
the path we are on now, not me."

"Look.  I don't want a divorce Doug.  I want to spend my days growing old with the man I love
with all my heart.  You.  I'll quit dancing.  I only did it these last weeks to make some money.  I
didn't feel right taking the money you had worked so hard for, and I had not really brought much
else into the marriage. I just want to move back home with you Doug.  I want you."

"Answer me this one thing.  I know you Ashley.  I know your sex drive.  You couldn't have gone
all this time without sex.  Did you?"

"Did I what?"

"Did you have sex with someone else?"

She was silent.  That silence was deafening too.  It spoke volumes.  She had cheated on me.  I
could see it in her eyes.  She had fucked some other guy and what...hoped that I would take her
back now?  He hadn't worked out so second best was better than any other alternative?

"Well, I'm waiting.  Did you have sex with some guy?"

"No."

"What?  Then why the hesitation?  Are you lying to me now?  If you are...that would kill our
marriage Ashley.  We've always had our honesty with each other. Don't ruin it now."

"I didn't have sex with a man Doug.  I...well, you are right...I have a high sex drive.  But I never
had sex with a man.  I did however, have sex with a couple of women.  Ann being one of them."

I sat there, still tied up, helpless for all practical purposes.  Hearing my wife confess to having
cheated on me, but with women?  Confused I remained silent.  How did I feel about this
revelation?  I didn't know.

"Look Doug, I'm not saying that I wasn't tempted to have another man.  I did feel that I had to
remain true to you until we got this all sorted out.  I love you and I'm tired of the hurt, the pain,
and the sleeping alone at night.  I just want us to be a couple again.  Man and wife.  Lovers. 
That's all I want."

"That's all I wanted weeks ago Ashley.  We've both wasted too much time like this.  I just can't
accept the dancing thing, and I don't know why.  You're good at it.  Perhaps I am just afraid of
losing you to some guy with more of everything.  I don't know.  Look, I'm done drinking.  No
more of that.  I'm fairly calm right now"

Ann moved behind me and soon I felt her untying the ropes that bound me to the chair.  I was still
in a bit of a shocked state finding out that Ann was the owner of the strip club, and then that her
and Ashley had been lovers too.  I still didn't know what to think about that.  Was it still cheating
even though a man's cock hadn't been in the picture?  I wasn't sure.

I know that many people reading this will say that yes, Ashley cheated on me.  Others will argue
that her being with a woman, while in some ways could be considered cheating, wasn't in the
same ball park as if she had been with a man.  

All I knew was that I wanted the misery to stop.  I was tired of not having her with me.  Tired of
being alone in my bed at night. Tired of waking every morning to just myself in the house.  My
anger with all that had happened was drained.  I needed to get my wife back in my life...or finish it
all and apply for the divorce.

Time heals all wounds they say.  I'm not sure.  Some wounds can be mortal and the time needed
does not exist.  Other wounds can be healed quite simply and quickly.  All I knew was that Ashley
and I had a long and probably rocky road ahead of us.  I only hoped that things would work out
for the best.

That day, our talk was long and heart felt.  For the first time since that fateful day in the hotel
room we actually talked to each other instead of shouting.  Ann being there may have helped to
keep us on track too.  She turned out to be a neutral party.  More so than I would have thought.

Considering that she had a vested interest in keeping Ashley dancing in her club, she was not
saying or applying any pressure on Ashley to stay working for her.  Several times in our
discussion she even took my side on an issue too.

Ann ended up sticking around the next night and we all watched a movie.  Then, afterwards,
Ashley and I went into our bedroom and made love.  Most of the night as a matter of fact.  It was
quiet, gentle, and thoughtful love making.  I think we both needed it to be that way too.

The next morning, we woke to the smell of bacon.  Ann had gotten up and made breakfast for us
all.  After eating we went into town to Ann's place and picked up Ashley's stuff.  She hadn't
taken most of her things to begin with, mostly her clothes.

Ann took Ashley aside at one point and they had a talk while I put everything in the car.  I was
not sure what they were talking about, and I wasn't too sure that Ann wasn't trying to talk Ashley
into dancing some more.  I could see a whole lot of head shaking going on is all I knew.

"Doug, you two need to settle an issue.  Mostly for me so I can make business arrangements as
needed.  Is Ashley going to dance anymore for me?"

They were both looking at me as if it were all up to me now.  I went blank.  We hadn't actually
made that decision yet, and I was not sure what I thought either.

"Um...I'm not sure.  Ashley?"

"At the risk of starting a fight all over I will say what I would like.  Doug, I know that you dislike
my dancing, but I have found that I really love to dance.  I am not interested in other men before
you get all worked up.  I just like that feeling I get while showing off my body and seeing
strangers wanting me, desiring me, lusting after me.  If you truly don't want me to dance because
you don't want me to then I will understand.  But at least come and see me dance one time.  You
may change your mind."

"I don't know Ashley.  The thought of those men seeing you naked...your dancing for them...it's
like you are having sex with them.  I feel like I can't compete with them either.  I loved it when
you danced for me, but that was just us and just for me too.  I just don't know what to say now.  I
love you and want you to be happy, but this may be too much for me to take."

Ann had been listening to us and then she started to shake her head.

"You both are stuck on this dancing thing.  Ashley...you get off on the men seeing you, that is
what quite a few of the dancers say too.  I can see Doug's point too.  You are his wife, and before
your dancing was just for him.  You are both trying to not hurt the other's feelings here but
now...one of you has to make that choice.  So, my idea is that Ashley, you go get ready to dance. 
Doug, you go take Ashley's things home and come back here and pick us up.  Then, all of us will
go to the club where Ashley will dance like usual, only this time, Doug, you will see her dancing. 
I will sit with you as will my bouncers.  I will also have two or three of my married dancers talk to
you and answer any questions either of you may have afterwards.  Logically, it's the only way to
get past this stalemate."

"I watch Ashley dance today?  A one time thing for her if I don't like it then?  Or will I be ganged
up on some more?"

"Doug, you know I have not been feeling well.  Ashley has been truthful with you all this time. 
She never really started to dance until your blowup at the hotel that day.  She just was trying to
get you to let her try it one time.  I can't have her dancing for me if it's going to be driving you
nuts.  I also won't be a part of you two breaking up either.  This is going to be all you Doug. 
What you want.  Of course, Ashley has that last veto power, but that will lead to your divorce too
I fear.  I think you really need to watch her and then talk to other married dancers and see how
their spouses and them worked things out in their cases."

"Well, considering the things that we have done over the last year I guess watching my wife strip
in a club can't be too bad a deal.  Since I want to stay married to you Ashley, I'm willing to go
watch you dance today.  I'm not going to guarantee anything though.  I am still leaning towards
you not dancing.  I have to be honest about that because that may not change.  While you are
dancing you need to ask yourself if that rush you get from those other men is worth the possibility
of us breaking up too."

"That's only fair Doug.  I wish you could see things differently, and perhaps when you see
me...well, we will find out."

"Ok Ann.  You have a deal.  I'll take Ashley's things home and then come back and pick you guys
up.  Then we will go watch Ashley dance."

As I drove to our house I kept wondering why I was having such a hard time with Ashley wanting
to dance.  We had been pretty free about things up until now.  Why was I so stuck on these fears
of losing her?  My thoughts were in a turmoil and I was no closer to an answer when I pulled
back up at Ann's place than I was when I had left.

We went to the club and as Ashley got ready in back Ann called a few of the married dancers out
to talk to me and answer any questions I had.  Five dancer's came out to talk, volunteers.  They
wanted to explain to me how their husbands handled their jobs, and some of the problems that
they had gotten over.

By the time Ashley came out to do her first number I had learned more than I had known to ask. 
I could see that for at least these girls, it was working.  Their husbands even tagged along if they
did a bachelor party or other private party too.  Ann always had one or sometimes two bouncers
to guard the dancers at these events too.  I found out that Ann's club was truly all above board.   

The music leading up to Ashley's routine came on and I recognized it immediately.  It was the
song.  Our song.  Every couple has one, and the instant I heard the beginning of it I knew that
Ashley was coming out next.

When she appeared, the men in the room crowded in closer and were paying rapt attention.  They
knew her very well and all of them wanted to be as close as they could to the stage she was on.

"Ever since she came here it's been a bit hard on any dancer's that are in their routines on the
other stages.  She is so good, so smooth, and so beautiful, the men flock to her stage.  Some of
the girls have gotten attitudes about it too.  It does of course, effect their tips also.  Still, Ashley is
such a great person they can't help but like her.  Most of the ones with the real problems have
either moved on to other clubs, or different shifts."

Ann was talking to me as Ashley made her entrance.  And what an entrance it was. She was
wearing a uniform like a fireman.  The center pole on the stage she was on came from the balcony
above the main area.  She stepped out and as the music came up in volume she slid down that
pole just like a real fireman would have.  When she hit the floor she spun away and strutted out
along the length of the stage and began to dance.

Her uniform hid her body fully.  Even the helmet was authentic so it hid her hair.  She pulled it off
and shook her head, her hair cascaded down around her shoulders and to her waist.  Then, still
walking with the strut, in time to the beat, she began to snap around, tossing her gloves off to one
side. 

Her hands and head looked so small in the big coat pants and boots.  She moved such that there
was no doubt that there was a woman under those clothes beginning to come out.  She walked
around the stage, the music thumping and started to undo one button at a time on the front of that
coat.

I could see that she had it zipped up underneath too.  As the last button came undone, she started
on the zipper.  Here, she teased all of us to distraction.  She would bend forward almost until her
head was lower than her knees and pull on the top of that neon yellow coat, as if to show us her
tits.

The crowd was going wild now.  The tips were floating onto the stage as she spun and twisted
around, teasing and tempting us all.  I found that my cock was getting hard as I watched her and
she hadn't even shown much skin at all yet.

She got to the middle of the stage and began to move the zipper up and down in time to the
music, each time letting it get a bit lower and not going up as far as it had been.  Soon, we could
see that she was wearing some kind of red shiny bra under that coat.  The pants came up hiding
her pretty much, since they were the real deal, they were bibbed.  That protection had probably
never been intended to be used as a fire starter, but that is exactly what she was doing right now.

I looked around at the men watching her and saw lust, passion, desire, need, and even anguish in a
few.  She was upsetting them and provoking them to an extreme amount.  Hell, I was married to
her and knew what she looked like in person and I was getting hotter than I ever had been.

All these men lusting after my wife kind of gave me a rush too.  I was discovering that if they
knew that I was her husband their jealousy would be directed at me.  I knew that at the moment
anyway, that beautiful creature on that stage.  The one that was dancing sexily and wantonly for
us was coming home with me.  

Ashley had gotten the coat totally unzipped now and flung it off spinning around several times
with it flying wide, before letting it go towards her other clothes that were now starting to make a
large pile.

She started on the straps of the bib pants now.  I could see that the boots were going to impede
the removal of those pants and wondered how she was going to handle that part.  We all soon
found out.  As the straps were pulled up and off her shoulders, she kept them high in the air.  The
pants pulled up a bit. 

As soon as she felt them get to the right height up her body, she turned and kicked off those boots
as easily as if she did it every day.  She must have practiced those moves quite a bit to get them
down so pat.  Not once did I see any hangup or jerky movement. 

Her bare feet were now on the stage, and she began to play with the straps of the pants.  Up, out,
part way down, then all the way back onto her shoulders.  The men in the audience were moaning
loudly as she would put those straps back on her shoulders.  Then, suddenly, she pulled them off
as she began to tightly dance around the pole in the middle of the floor.  Not touching it, she just
pranced around it.

She let the straps fall to her waist, and as they hit the sides of her legs, her hands wrapped around
the pole and she began to spin faster.  Her chest came into view, and soon the pants began to slip
down her legs.

Once they hung up a bit, not being able to go any farther due to the pole, she stopped spinning
and stood up.  She took a few little baby steps, each time the pants fell further and further.  When
they were piled up around her lower legs and ankles, she made one little jump and out she came. 
She turned and kicked the pants over to the pile. 

Turning back in just a red leather bra and red leather G-string, she began to dance freely and
sexily.  The men were yelling, shouting and throwing money at her.  She would dance in close,
letting them put dollars in her garter or G-string then dance away before they could grab a feel of
her.

Her movements became a bit slower and sensual now as the music changed into another song. 
The DJ did a great job cuing up the music, as there was no break between the songs.  She began
to tease again, this time with undoing her bra.  Soon that went flying off her body to the pile.  Her
breasts gleamed in the lights and I could see a fine sheen of sweat all over her body.

She was lost in her dance I could see as she looked at me, but didn't see me.  Her hands caressed
her breasts, tweaking her nipples, then pulling them way out.  She shook them in the faces of the
men along the stage, and a couple of times the bouncers had to move in close to stop a man from
climbing up on the stage with her.

Ashley kept dancing, never hesitating once.  Then she began to caress her G-string.  Down a bit,
back up...down a bit more, back up a little bit.  Bit by bit, she worked them down until with her
back to the crowd, she let them drop to the floor. 

As she turned back to us the crowd went ballistic.  I was amazed.  Money was flying through the
air, men shouting, yelling, begging.  Her pussy lips glistened in the lower stage lighting.  She was
hot and horny I could see.  Hell, all of these men could see that. 

She danced in close and let them touch her legs. Then she began to work off the floor laying on
her back.  Spreading her legs wide, holding them up, moving around, spinning, turning, rolling, all
the time heading closer and closer to where I was sitting.

Once she got right in front of me, with all these strangers watching, she put one foot on each of
my shoulders.  Then she pulled me forward right at her pussy.  I lost my surroundings as I stared
at her clean-shaven pussy, those shiny lips, that inviting slit begging for my tongue. 

Before I knew what had happened I was being pulled away.  I had gotten my tongue right on her
pussy and managed to give her a nice lick from bottom to top.  She tasted so sweet.  She was so
wet.  I was so horny.  Ann had a hand on one of my arms and a bouncer on the other.  They had
to work to get me back.  

Ashley smiled at me, winking, and moved on around the stage.  I was the only one she touched. 
All the others would try to touch her but she would skillfully hold them at bay with her feet or
hands. Her routine went a bit longer and at the end of the third song she left to a deafening round
of applause and shouts.  I am not sure how much money there was on the stage, but one of the
bouncers swept it up near her clothes.

She ran off stage and the crowd clapped and shouted for more.  The DJ had a hard time getting
the next girl's routine on line with the way the crowd was carrying on.  I could see that Ashley
was a much favored dancer.  Not doubt about it.

Ann grabbed my hand and with the other dancers in tow, she led me back to her office.  Some
drinks appeared and I was made comfortable on the couch as the dancers rounded up chairs to
ring around me.  Ashley came in a few minutes later, her hair wet and dressed in a robe.  She sat
right next to me with just a hint of hesitation.

I knew it was due to my attitude over the last weeks and she was not sure how I was going to
react.  My thoughts were just now coming back to earth.  She had worked not only me but all
those men out there into a frenzy.

She took my hand and looked into my eyes.  Smiling I could see the question in her eyes.  Ann
broke my concentration.

"So, now you see why I don't want to lose Ashley as a dancer Doug.  She has a charisma that
lends itself to dancing. That and the fact that she is so beautiful.  Of course all my girls are
beautiful, but Ashley...all I can say is she's magic."

"Yeah, so I can see.  Is it always like this with her dancing?"

"Three routines she does bring out the crowd like this.  The fireman's, which you just saw, the
nurse, which is hot in a totally different way, and believe it or not, the leather butch one.  For
some reason when she does that one the men just go nuts.  Of course, there is that dildo part in
that one..."

"Dildo part?"


Ashley broke in to explain.

"I...masturbate with a big dildo right on stage.  Gets me lots of attention.  I don't do it very often
though.  Takes a lot out of me."


"I can imagine."

She hit me on the shoulder at my witty comeback.  Her smile was genuine though so I knew she
wasn't really mad.  Ann pointed to the other dancers.

"Here you go.  Ask them anything.  What they say is their words, their experiences, and not
rehearsed or planned.  I just want them to tell you honestly what they have done, how it is
working for them and what their husbands think."

The rest of the evening was spent with my asking questions, getting answers, and listening to
some sage advice on how to handle being married to a stripper.  Ann would interject here and
there while Ashley pretty much sat quietly.

In the end, I said I wanted to think about it and then talk things over with Ashley.  Alone.  We
drove home that night, together.  The ride was quiet as each of us was lost in our respective
thoughts.  Getting home we were both tired, and went to bed.  No sex, not much other than a
simple  "good night" and a light kiss.

The next morning, a bright and warm Sunday, I got up and had begun to make breakfast when
Ashley came out.  She was still in her pajama's and she looked sexy as hell as she walked around
the kitchen.  I found myself getting an erection just from her presence.

"Morning sleepy head.  How are you this morning?"

"Morning Doug.  What's for breakfast?"

"Eggs, bacon, hashbrowns, and toast.  There's orange juice in the fridge if you want."

She was looking at the table.  I had set it for two.  Fresh flowers in a vase in the center, and hot
coffee just being poured by yours truly.  She looked at the flowers then up at me.  I saw tears in
her eyes, just brimming, not quite enough to fall...yet.

"Flowers?  Where did you get flowers this time of day on a Sunday Doug?"

"Neighbors.  I was out getting the paper and Mary was out and about.  She offered them to me
from her garden.  I accepted.  I think she knows that we have had a...that things between us
are...strained at the moment."

"That obvious huh?"

"Well, you haven't been around and usually it's me that's not around.  Also...I have been drinking
quite a bit lately too."

I hung my head, ashamed of my drinking like I had been doing.  I knew that I was done with that
now, except for the usual occasional social drinks of course, but I had been on a downward spiral
over the last weeks.  Mary had seen me stumble home late several times and she also knew that
Ashley had not been home either.

"Feel like you want to talk now or would you rather wait until later?"

"I...don't know Ashley.  There is so much I want to say but I just don't know how to say it to you
for some reason.  I learned some things last night, but I still have fears of your dancing leading
you away from me and into some other guys arms.  I don't know why, but I do."

"You know that I love only you Doug.  That I would never cheat on you.  No other man has the
hold over me like you do.  You are the kindest, most supportive and best husband a gal could
have.  I'd be a fool to chance losing you."

"Yeah?  Well look at our recent history.  I would have never thought that you would walk out on
me like you did either.  People can change Ashley.  Take your dancing thing.  You have found
that you really like to dance, stripping in front of men.  That's a large change. Now, what could
you tell me that would let me rest easy knowing that you wouldn't cheat or run around on me
with other men?  I'm not saying you will, or that you have, but you have to see it from my point
of view.  A year ago your stripping was not even a fantasy in our lives.  Now it has become an
issue that could cause our marriage to fall apart."

She sat there with a look of realization dawning.  She had never thought about it like that I could
see.  I pressed on.

"What if, just what if mind you, but, what if I decided to be a stripper too?  How would you feel
about me stripping for women, maybe doing lap dances..."

"I know you, you'd never do that Doug.  You're too shy."

"Oh really?  What do you suppose I thought about you say...oh...four months ago?  Now...you
are stripping and you have done lap dances.  See what I am afraid of now?  You have changed a
lot Ashley."

She was silent.  I could see her arguing my point over in her head.  I sat down in front of her,
close in so I could take her hands in mine.

"Ashley, I love you with all my heart.  That I know.  These last weeks have been hell on me.  The
drinking, being alone every night, knowing that you were somewhere else, probably enjoying
yourself, maybe even being with other men."

"I told you that I was only with Ann and a couple of other women Doug."

"I know that...NOW Ashley.  At the time I had no idea.  I only knew that you walked out on me
over your wanting to dance.  You moved your things out of the house, you were just...gone. 
How was I supposed to know anything else.  The, you only would call me, never once stopping
by to talk to me face to face.  Is that how you were trying to save our marriage?  Mechanical blind
talk over personal face to face?  You hurt me deeply.  I know that I hurt you, but to be honest, I
think that you cut me a bit more than I did you."

"But...well...I was angry with you when I came home that day.  Then, I knew that if I were at
home and you followed me right away you would be mad because I would have cost you that
client and maybe your job.  I felt that I had to protect myself just in case.  Then, you...didn't come
after me.  I thought you hated me because you didn't try.  You never tried to stop me."

"Never tried to stop you? Ashley you know that I have always given you your space when you
needed it.  As angry as you were at me I thought that you needed that space.  Besides you were
right about one thing, if I had left to try to stop you and missed that Monday appointment, I could
have kissed my job goodbye.  I had to take a chance that you would calm down by the time I got
home.  Then, after not hearing from you, I thought that you may have given up on us after all.
That and I was drinking pretty heavy by then too."

"Your job is more important than me?"

"Oh come on Ashley...you know better than that.  How about you?  Your dancing is more
important than me?"

"But you never came after me.  I got to the airport and hoped that you would show up and stop
me.  You didn't."

"By the time I got dressed and down to the lobby you were gone.  No cabs in sight, and I forgot
my wallet in the room.  By the time I got to the airport, your flight had left.  You were gone.  I
was so shocked by it all I had a hard time thinking straight anyway.  I came back and got drunk. 
On my lips drunk."

"I'm supposed to believe that you followed me to the airport?"

"I did.  I went and asked if you had booked a flight.  All they would do, even after I had
confirmed that I was your husband is say that you had paid to change your ticket to a departure
that morning.  You were long gone.  Matter of fact as I pulled up your plane was just taking off."

She was silent.  I could see that she had been hurt by my not chasing after her sooner than I had. 
I was wishing that I had moved a bit faster that day now.  I could have avoided this whole thing
perhaps.

"So where are we now Doug?"

"All I know is I love you Ashley.  I guess that if you want to dance you can.  But the first time
you go out on me in any way, with another man, we are done.  It has to be that way.  How would
you feel if our situation were reversed and I was dancing and then letting the ladies touch me all
over?  What if I seemingly didn't care what your thoughts about my dancing were?"

"Did I seem that way to you Doug?  That I didn't care what you thought?"

"Truthfully?  Yes.  You wouldn't talk to me you just got mad and walked out on me.  Then you
only would call me on the phone, no visits.  What was I supposed to think?"

"I didn't think about that. I'm sorry."

"Me too.  I guess I could have handled this quite a bit better.  We both could have."

"Then I can dance still?"

"I'd rather you didn't, but if it makes you happy and it's the only way I can keep you, then I guess
I have no other choice do I?"

"I told you I wouldn't if you didn't want me to Doug."

"And then I would have a wife with a bit of repressed anger or disappointment deep down?  No, I
couldn't expect that our marriage would last very long then either.  Small things would eventually
become big things."

"You could be that way too you know.  Resentment building up until you walk on me too."

"Well, nobody said this was going to be easy did they?  I'm willing to bend on this.  You must be
aware of my feelings all the time though.  Men pawing you...a fine line to walk there Ashley.  You
will have to be quite vigilant at keeping me in mind when you dance.   I won't always be here to
watch you so I'll have to trust you to do the right thing."

After that day our lives began to wend together again.  I had a hard time for a while with her new
job and all, but eventually I realized that she loved me, and was faithful to me.  I still rocked her
world both in bed and around the house as her mate.  She of course rocked mine too.

Once in a while we still go to that bookstore where the major changes in our marriage all started.
We put on a little show in the booths and once in a while we really cut loose too.  Now we are a
bit more cautious though.  Her dancing...well I got used to it.  I never really knew why that would
upset me so much while what we did in the bookstore didn't...it just did.

It hasn't been easy getting used to my wife being a stripper and all.  Some of my co-workers did
find out one day and I had quite a time getting past that too.  Ashley has been a model wife in
spite of my sometimes being a bit...well, worried about things.  Our sex life?  Heh...it has been
quite a wild one ever since.  She keeps me busy pretty much all the time I am home.  

I do miss her being able to come with me on my business trips at the drop of a hat, but then I am
not taking as many since my promotion.  And lastly the trust...yes I trust my wife as she trusts me. 
Hasn't been easy, but we have managed to keep it together so far.  Lately she has been talking
about adopting a boy or girl.(she can't have a baby) I wonder if she will quit dancing then?  Only
time will tell.

Um...if you will excuse me now...a naked beauty is beckoning me to her bed.  I can see her legs
spread, her nipples are hard, and the fingers slipping through her pussy lips are very, very wet. 
My cock is throbbing for what she is offering. She still does it for me.  Everything that is.  


















 










