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 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.