Six in the morning, my wife stumbled into our bedroom, smelling of cheap alcohol, cigarette smell and the unmistakable scent of stripper. She had recently began dancing at at full nude bar a few towns over under the stage name Delilah. In fact today was only her third night as a stripper. She emptied her purse onto the bed. A thick wad of singles, a few dozen fives and even a few twenties. I wondered how many private dances my wife had to give to earn this kinda cash. It made me nauseous.
I lost my job last month due to my drinking. We were living of our credit cards and a small savings. She initially took this job to make ends meet but she seems to have taken a liking to it.
"Don't you wanna know how my night was?" She asked. "Not really" i responded. She didn't care and continued telling me how a lot of guys were asking for her now. She was proud of the fact that she had begun to develop a clientele. She said one of her new regulars, a business man, bought four private dances from her after watching her dance on stage.
She always got a little loose when she drank and I knew that was my chance to get her to confess anything bad she May have done.
"You must have given this guy a great dance for him to come back again and again" She was now next to me under the covers and touching herself slowly. "Yeah, baby, I gave him my best dance" She was getting more turned on remembering it.
"He kept trying to touch me but that's against the rules" She said. I was curious now. And strangely turned on too. "Did you let him touch you?" I asked. "No" She responded. "Tell me, babe, I won't get mad" i lied.
She said, "okay, I told him that if he pays for the v.i.p booth, I'd let him get away with a little more"
She told me that once she finished his dance, he dished out enough cash for two sessions in the v.i.p booth. She lead him by the hand to the booth and didn't waste time dancing. "What does that mean?" I asked. She told me that he started kissing her and she didn't stop him. She even admitted to kissing him back. "And then..." She said. "You're not gonna like this" She added. I was then rock hard and jacking off right next to her as she masturbated. "What happened next, babe?" She told me the man's fingers found their way into her pussy. "You let this guy finger you?!" I exclaimed. "Yeah, he fingered your wife while he kissed me and played with my tits... and that's not all" i felt a knot in my throat. She told me the man offered her extra money for a blow job. "Did you do it?" I asked. She confessed to me she sucked her client's dick. That she would've done it for free at that point.
I couldn't take it anymore. I got in between her legs and slid myself in. It was wetter than usual. She explained that one thing led to another and she found herself lowering herself onto this stranger's unprotected cock. I was losing my shit then. "You fucked him?" "Yeah, baby, i let him fuck me. It felt so good. He even blew his load up in me." "He what?" I said. "Yeah, he came in me" She said. "And that's not all. My shift ended at 4 in the morning but he convinced me to meet him at a motel for a quick fuck."
She told me that after work, she told me she drove to the motel and was surprised to find he had invited a friend. Apparently, they had her drink cheap whiskey and she pleasured them both. I couldn't take it. I came so hard. Right before she fell asleep, I heard her say she couldn't wait to go to work and fuck more clients. What has my wife turned into?