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My Wife Becomes an Exotic Dancer
by JSR (storytellerxxx5@gmail.com)
quick edit by Morrisminor

***

An uptight wife, learns to loosen up and becomes a 
stripper. (MF, wife, exh)

***

My wife is two years younger than I am. We dated for 3 
years before we got married (she was 18 at that time). 
Although no one would know it, she had a dynamite 
figure. However, she was self-conscious of it. She 
always wore clothing that detracted from her true self. 
I had seen her in a skimpy bathing suit, so I knew what 
the "real" her looked like. She was 5ft. 7in. Tall, had 
a 34DD chest, 25 inch waist, and 30 inch hips. She was a 
natural red head, light complexion, and several freckles 
on her face.

All the time we were dating, I kept trying to get her to 
wear clothing that would complement her figure, but she 
resisted, saying that her figure was not the real me. I 
kept disagreeing with her, and even her mom and dad 
agreed with me.

After we were married, I stepped up my assault on her 
dress styles. 

We were married about a year, and one day as she was 
getting out of the shower, I happened to have a camera 
in my hand. I snapped several quick shots of her, before 
she realized what I was doing. When she did, she got red 
in the face and asked me what I was going to do with 
them. 

I said that I was going to post them on the internet, 
with her face obscured, and then let her took at the 
comments that they generated. She said you cannot do 
that, people will know it is me. I answered that no one 
except me would ever seen her body, so they wouldn't be 
able to identify her. 

She was more than a little upset with me.

*

That evening, her parents were over for supper. After we 
had eaten, she asked her parents what they thought of a 
man who would show naked pictures of his wife on the 
internet, against her wishes? Her dad said it would 
depend on why he was doing it. And her mom said, "If you 
can be identified, it shouldn't be do it, however, if 
you can't be identified, I see no harm in it."

My wife Tracy said, "Then you think it's all right for 
Evan (me) to post pictures of me nude?"

Her dad, said, "Can we see the pictures, then we could 
better judge if they are appropriate?"

Before Tracy could say anything, I went into the bedroom 
and got the pictures and gave them to her dad. He looked 
carefully at each one, then handed them to his wife. She 
looked at them very carefully and handed them back to 
me. Her dad then said, "If you obscure the face, I see 
no problem." Her mom said that she agreed. 

Tracy was getting a little red in the face again. When 
her mom reached into her purse and handed a small 
envelope to her.

There were about 10 pictures of her mom, all in 
different poses, without a stitch of clothing. After 
Tracy looked at them, she handed them to me. After 
looking at them, I said, "You have a good figure now, 
but back then you had a terrific one."

She said thank you. Looking at Tracy, she said, "I was 
shocked when I first saw these. Your dad took them 
candidly, and until they came back from the photo shop, 
I had no idea that they were taken. I was upset, until 
your dad said that the people at the photo lab had 
obscured my face and submitted them to an art magazine. 

"Now I knew that other people knew what I looked like, 
and even knew who I was. It took me a day or two to 
realize that all women have breasts, an ass, and a 
pussy. The only difference was how they looked. Since 
then I have carried these with me, and have shown them 
to people over the years. I get a kick out of seeing how 
I looked back then, and that people are aware I am a 
real woman."

I said, "I want to post them, so that she can read the 
comments, and maybe get over being so shy about her 
looks. I would also like to see her dress to show off 
her figure, instead of hiding it."

Her mom then said to her daughter, "My advice to you, is 
to start trying to please Evan. He is not going to hurt 
you, and then it will be easier for you to ask him to do 
things that you want."

Tracy looked at me and said, "Is that true?"

I replied, "Give and take are always the best way to 
work a relationship. You know that I would never try to 
hurt you, but I am trying to get you to realize that you 
are something special, and you should let people know 
it."

*

Later that evening, I was showing Tracy a web site that 
featured amateur pictures, and encouraged comments from 
those looking at the pictures. All the pictures we 
looked at, had not obscured the faces, but rather showed 
the whole face in most of the pictures. For the most 
part all the pictures were tastefully done, and not 
phonographic. 

I looked at Tracy and asked, "Are you still against the 
idea?"

She answered no, and since no one else is obscuring the 
faces we should not either. I ask are you sure? And she 
said, go ahead and put them on the site.

The first picture I selected, was a half profile. I 
selected this one first, as it would not only show her 
tits, but her face, and her curves on her right side. I 
uploaded the picture, and started getting the next one 
ready. A pop up came up and said that I had a message. 
We looked at the message, it said, 'beautiful woman that 
you married, can you tell us her measurements?'

I had Tracy read the message, and she said, "Tell them 
34DD, 35, 30."

I did that and before I could get back to the second 
picture, another message came in, it said, 'please post 
more of this fantastic looking woman.' I turned and 
looked at Tracy and said, "So what do you think?"

She said, "Go ahead, put them all up tonight, I love the 
comments."

I put a message out to hold comments for a short time, 
as I had more pictures to post. I posted 9 more, and 
then posted a message that, that was all of the pictures 
for tonight. Within seconds there were several more 
comments. I told Tracy to read them, and to answer them 
herself. I counseled her not to give our names, address, 
or even the state where we lived. 

For the next hour, she was kept busy with several people 
wanting to know more about her, not only men, but women 
as well. I then told her to tell whomever she was 
conversing with that she had to go. Otherwise she'd be 
there all night.

*

The next night when I came home from work, Tracy was 
just wearing panties and a bra. She knew it would make 
me hard instantly, which it did. She gave me a drink, 
sat me down in my easy chair, and then sat on my lap. 
After I had had a couple of sips of my drink, she said, 
"I am ready."

I answered, "Then you will have to get up so I can open 
my fly."

She smiled and said, "Not for that, at least not yet."

"Then what are you talking about?"

She said, "I'm ready for you to transform the cocoon 
into a butterfly, where do we start?"

I said, "We'll start slowly, nothing drastic at first. 
The first change, is that you will no longer wear pants, 
jeans or any other item like them. You will only wear 
dresses and skirts and blouses. That will start you 
looking more feminine. In a few days or weeks, we will 
do more."

She kissed me and said, "All right, now we can go 
upstairs to take care of your hard-on."

I replied, "Why not right here?"

She said that the carpet would be hard on her skin, so 
we went upstairs.

*

A couple of weeks later, she told me that the cashier at 
the supermarket had asked her what she was doing 
differently, that she looked much nicer than she usually 
did. She said that her husband had asked her to quit 
wearing jeans, t-shirt and it turns out that she felt 
more alive when she dressed up.

I said, "It's time to go a little further, I want you to 
take all you skirts and dresses, if you can alter them 
to be no longer than half way between your knees and 
your pussy. If you can't alter them and make them look 
good, buy new ones that will meet those guidelines. This 
is to start tomorrow, so you might want to spend this 
evening, seeing and altering some of them. 

"Another thing, when you buy new items, make them 
colorful, and not drab like most of your clothing has 
been. Along with this NO more pantyhose, you'll wear 
nylons, and a garter belt. Okay?"

She replied yes dear, and started looking at her skirts.

Tracy found a couple that she thought could work with, 
and pined them up to where I had told her I wanted them. 
She put one on and asked me how it looked. I said, "Put 
on your garter belt and nylons, so I can judge better."

Once she had them on, I looked again, took out my tape 
measure and measured from her pussy to the top of her 
knees. I told her that she needed to take off another 
inch more. The other skirt could not be shortened that 
much, but she had one she could wear to the store. I 
told her that the new ones could not be longer that this 
one, shorter was all right, but not longer.

Her lower half was starting to look petty sexy, but we 
still had some work to do to show off her tits. 

*

The next day I had off, I took her to a Fredrick's of 
Hollywood store. I had them get a bra for her that held 
up her tits and pushed them up, but left the nipples 
free. Then I got one and had it modified so that the 
nipples would stick through the bra, and press against 
her blouse, again, pushing her tits up. The third one we 
bought was similar to the first one, but it did not have 
shoulder straps.

On the way home Tracy said, "I don't have blouses to 
wear with these bra's." I told her to just wear them 
under her current blouses, until we could get the right 
ones. "This way you can get use to wearing them before 
hand." She was not sure about that, but said she would 
do it because I wanted her to.

*

On our next trip, we bought a bunch of blouses. Some she 
could not wear a bra with. One in particular was the 
same color as her hair, but was totally see through. It 
would press her tits against her chest, and her nipples 
would push out and stretch the fabric, leaving them 
covered, but very visible. If her nipples got hard, the 
extra pressure would make them stand out so that anyone 
could see them.

We also got her a blouse that buttoned down the front, 
and had a very wide V neck line. We also got her a pair 
of 4-inch heels. I told her that these were for dancing, 
and that seemed to placate her, as she loved to dance. 
As a child she had take modern dance and ballet classes. 
Once we got home, I told her that from now on, she would 
not wear panties, ever again.

This upset her, and she said plaintively, "But everyone 
will be able to see my ass and pussy that way."

I replied, "What difference does that make, how many 
people have seen them online already?"

"That's different!" she said defiantly.

"How so?" I asked. 

"All they're seeing is a picture."

"Is it a picture of you?"

"You know it is," she replied.

"If the picture is of you nude, then they are seeing you 
nude. Picture v/real time makes no difference. It I 
still you," I assured her. I told her that her parents 
had invited us to go to the country club dance on 
Saturday evening. 

"I want you to wear the red blouse that we bought, a 
matching skirt, garter belt and nylons, along with the 
new 4 inch heels."

"I wondered when you were going to make me wear this 
stuff in public," she replied. "Now I know."

"We will pick up your parents, and we'll see what they 
think. If they veto the outfit, then we'll come home and 
you to change. Is that fare enough?" She got a big grin 
on her face and said yes. I knew that she felt that her 
mom would veto the outfit, but I didn't think that she 
would, and I felt that her dad would love it.

*

Saturday evening we got ready to go to the dance, Tracy 
put on the outfit that I wanted her to. She looked so 
fantastic, it was hard for me get my breath. I told her 
that she had never looked better, and I was tempted to 
call and cancel. Of course she would not hear of it. She 
was sure that she would be changing clothes before we 
went to the dance.

Earlier in the week I'd called and told her parents 
exactly what she would be wearing, so they made a big 
fuss over her about how fabulous she looked, which she 
did. I could see in her face that she was disappointed 
that her mom approved of the attire. Her dad had her mom 
ride up front with me, and he sat with Tracy and kept 
teasing her, and it helped loosen her up.

When we got to the CC. She was an instant hit. By the 
time we walked to our table, half of the men and women 
in the place were waiting in line to greet us. The men 
of course, were mesmerized by her beauty, and seeing her 
nipples and breasts through the material. Many of the 
ladies asked her where they could get similar outfits, 
and if she would advise them on just what to get.

I danced the first dance with her, but I'm not much of a 
dancer. I would rather sit and watch her. Her dad got 
the second dance and there seemed to be no end of the 
line of men waiting to dance with her.

When the band was taking a break, we were talking and 
Tracy said, "I am having a great time, I wonder why at 
the high school dances, very few wanted to dance with 
me."

Her dad said, "Honey, that is because of the way you 
dressed. Guys don't want to dance with a bunch of 
clothing, they want to feel the girl in their arms."

Tracy said, "Mom, why didn't you and dad tell me this 
before?"

Her mom said, "We did honey, but you thought you knew 
more than we did."

I spoke up, "There was one good thing that came out of 
the way you dressed then."

"What Tracy?" I asked.

"I was able to talk to you, or we wouldn't be here 
tonight if you had. I would never have been able to get 
near you."

She leaned over and kissed me, "Maybe I was just waiting 
for you." Then she said, "When the band comes back, 
dance with me again. I know you don't think you can 
dance, but I love dancing with you."

"If you want me to step on your toes again, I will," I 
smiled.

Her dad said, "Tracy, have you ever thought of dancing 
for money?"

"What? I am not good enough for the stage," she replied. 

"It depends on which stage you're talking about," he 
replied. "When we leave here, let's go a dance place 
where a lot of money can be made. You do have the talent 
to be one of the best."

Her mom looked at him, "You're not thinking of..." But 
he shut her up and with a look.

When the band came back, I danced with her again. It was 
very apparent to everyone that she didn't have any 
panties on. Her skirt would whorl up to her waist 
sometimes, as she danced. Then her dad took over again, 
and I went back and sat with her mom. I asked her about 
what her dad had said. She replied, "We go to a strip 
joint about once a month."

I looked at her, wide-eyed, and she responded, "We both 
like to see the girls dance. We have talked to some of 
them and in tips alone some of them are making as much 
as $300 a night. It is a nice club. The girls are looked 
after and if anyone gets too out of hand, they're 
removed. 

"You mightn't approve, I don't know, but she could use 
her ability to tap dance, and ballet dancing to a great 
advantage. Also, tonight we're going to get there before 
the amateurs start. We are going to suggest that Tracy 
try to win. The winner gets to work at the club, and a 
$500 prize. We think she can do it. Will you support 
us?"

I said, "I won't force her to do it, but I'll encourage 
her to try."

Again as before, there were a lot of men wanting to 
dance with Tracy. My guess is the oldest was about 70, 
and the youngest must have been about 12. She danced 
with them all and a I could tell she was having a 
fantastic time.

When her parents said it was time, I went on the dance 
floor and told Tracy that we were going to have to 
leave. She asked why, and I said, "Because your parents 
want to." I turned to the line of guys and said, "Sorry 
guys, but we must leave." Tracy turned to them and said, 
"Thanks guys, I've had a great time. Thanks to all of 
you for dancing with me."

As we were walking to the car, Tracy asked why we were 
leaving, and her dad said there was another dance place 
he wanted her to see. She asked where it was, but her 
dad put her off with, "It's not far from here Honey. 
It's a place with a different type of dancing, which 
your mom and I enjoy watching. I think that Evan will 
enjoy it too."

"Where is this place?" she asked again. "I didn't know 
there was a dance hall in town."

"It's not a dance hall," he said, "it is an 
entertainment palace."
 
"You're not talking about the strip joint are you?"

"Yes," he said. "There are some very good dancers there, 
even your mom likes to go now and then."

Tracy looked at her mom and asked, "Mom, is he kidding?"

"No Honey," she said, "I do enjoy watching the dancers 
too, and I think that you are better than most of them."

"I don't want to go there," Tracy said. 

Her mom said, "Have you ever been there?"

"No." Tracy replied.

"Then don't make up your mind without knowing the facts. 
This is a high class establishment, and all the bad 
things you're thinking about don't happen there. Your 
dad and I have been coming there about once a month for 
several years. We've never seen anything that anyone 
should be ashamed of."

Tracy turned to me and asked, "What do you think? Have 
you ever been there before?" 

I said, "No I have not, but I have been to strip joints 
in the past. As to going to this one, I trust your mom 
and dad, and I think you should too."

"All right," she capitulated, "I'll go, but what am I 
going to see besides a bunch of women taking their 
clothing off?"

"You're going to see a bunch of well choreographed dance 
routines. Most of them are pretty good, and I suggest 
that you pay attention to that, as well as watch the 
girls," I replied, "it is your dad and mom's thought 
that you might enter the amateur contest and see how 
good you are at making up a dance routine on the fly.

"From what I've seen you do tonight at the CC, I think 
you could do very well."

"You want me to strip for all these people?"

I said, "It is entirely up to you, but keep an open mind 
for a while and watch some of them and see if it is 
something that you might want to do."

When we entered, we were shown to a table very close to 
the stage. Tracy's dad and I went to the bar to get 
drinks. At the bar he called the bartender over by name 
and asked how much longer before the entries into the 
talent contest closed? The bartender told us that we had 
forty five minutes. Tracy's dad said, "I might have a 
contestant for you, but I won't know for a little 
while."

The bartender gave us a paper, and said to have it 
filled out and back to him in forty five minutes, if our 
contestant wanted to enter. We took the form and our 
drinks back to the table.

I gave the form to Tracy and said, "Fill this out, but 
do not sign it unless you want to compete. Watch some of 
the girls before making a decision. If you want to 
dance, then sign it and we have to have it back to the 
bartender in less than 45 minutes."

She asked me what the prize was if she won.

I said, "You'll win $500 and a week of work as a dancer 
here. According to your parents, the dancers here make 
up to $300 a night in tips. If you want to do this, I'll 
support you all the way, if you want to pass on it, then 
I'll respect you wishes, as long as you watch and make a 
judgment based on what you see, and not what you've 
heard."

After watching three of the girls dance, I saw Tracy 
sign the form. I looked at her and she smiled at me and 
said, "Let's give it a try."

"You are sure?" I asked.

"I love to dance, and this would work out great for me."

I took the form to the bartender, and he said to have 
her at that door (he pointed to it) in 28 minutes. "You 
will have to stay out here, because of the other women 
back stage getting ready. We'll supply her with a 
costume. Good luck to her."

At the table, I said, "In 27 minutes you have to be at 
that door. They will supply you with a costume and give 
you all the information you need. You will be the last 
on stage, unless someone else suddenly decides to enter. 
They put them on stage in the order that they signed 
up."

We watched a couple of more dancers, and some ladies 
were gathering at the door for the contestants, so Tracy 
got up and went over to stand with them. There appeared 
to be five women. The door opened and the ladies went 
through, then the door closed. 

It would now be about half an hour before they started. 
Meanwhile, the regular dancers were still working their 
magic. Some of the dancers who were not performing, were 
serving drinks, walking around topless with just a g-
string or a pair of panties on. I could see quite a bit 
of money shoved in to the top of their panties, or 
hanging over their g strings.

Later, the first contestant came out, she was not very 
good, but she tried. She took off her skirt, then her 
blouse. When it came time for the bra to come off, she 
almost fell down. Then she just danced until the last 
few seconds of her time before she took off her panties. 
She got a nice round of polite applause.

The second contestant was much better, right up until 
the end, when she took off her panties, she got tangled 
up in them and fell to the floor.

The third contestant had obviously practiced her 
routine. It went without a hitch and she got a lot of 
enthusiastic applause.

The forth contestant was doing well until she took off 
her bra. She forgot to pull it loose from her tits, and 
it just hung from them and flapped as she danced. It 
finally fell off when she bent over to take off her 
panties. Again she just received a polite applause.

Now it was Tracy's turn. 

She came out tap dancing, looking like a sexy Shirley 
Temple. Right away she teasingly took it off, while 
still tap dancing. Next she removed her skirt, still tap 
dancing and turning this way and that. At this point the 
music changed and she started making ballet moves. 

Tracy went over to the pole, and grabbed it with one 
hand and spun herself around. As she was spinning, she 
removed her bra. Now her big beautiful tits were 
bouncing and swinging in time to the music. She let 
loose of the pole and made a few leaps and her tits were 
bouncing like a couple of luscious basketballs. 

Then as her time was running out she went into a toe 
spin and as she went faster and faster, she ripped off 
the g-string. As the music ended, she stopped and was 
facing the audience with her legs spread apart in a 
splits. Where we were setting, I could see her pink 
pussy lips stretched open wide. 

The crowd went wild. We knew that she had won, it was 
just a matter of the formality of the vote.

The contestants were brought back out in the same order. 
They would dance out to the edge of the stage, and 
applause was called for. The first four pretty much just 
walked in time to the music, and stopped at the edge of 
the stage. 

When Tracy came back out, she tap danced to the edge of 
the stage, and her tits were bouncing like balloons tied 
to a car door. When she got to the edge of the stage, 
she made a leapt in the air and came down in another 
split, and again her pussy was wide open for all to see. 

The crowd went wild again. She was called back to the 
center of the stage where the mike was located, and 
presented with a check for $500, and told that she won a 
week's worth of employment.

Back stage the other girls asked Tracy if she had done 
any stripping before, she said no but she'd studied tap 
dancing and ballet as a child. One of the girls said, "I 
am thinking about taking your clothing and destroying 
them, so you'll have to leave nude."

Tracy replied, "After being nude in front of all those 
people, do you really think that it would bother me to 
go home nude? Besides my mom, dad and husband are in the 
front row tonight. I had no idea when we came here that 
they wanted me to perform."

The girl then threw her clothes at her and said, "It 
looks like someone took your panties."

Tracy laughed and said, "No, I never wear them. I 
haven't worn panties for 3-months."

After she was dressed, she told the girls that we had 
come from the Country Club Dance that evening and this 
is what she had worn at the dance, and nothing more.

As we were leaving, the bartender told us, "Lady, if you 
can be here at noon tomorrow, we'll discuss the week's 
work."

Tracy said, "My husband and I will be here, at noon."

*

Noon on Sunday, Tracy and I opened the door to the club. 
Inside people were busy cleaning it up for the evenings 
business. We saw the bar tender and walked over to him. 
He smiled and said, "I am glad you could make it. I know 
that we promised you a week's work if you won the 
contest last night. However instead of that, we would 
like to offer you a regular job here. You would be 
dancing, and waiting tables. We're willing to pay you 
$500 a night, for 3 nights a week, plus you get to keep 
all of your tips. All of our girls work three nights a 
week, and they only get 90% of the tips."

I asked, "Why would you be willing to pay my wife the 
extra 10%?"

He replied, "It's more than that, our regular girls only 
make $400 a night. We are willing to pay that if your 
wife come up with more routines like that one last 
night. She'll will be our headliner. 

Then he turned to Tracy and said, "Your three days would 
be Saturday, Monday and Wednesday. These are our three 
biggest nights. There is one other thing, there are 
private rooms in back. The only thing that goes on there 
are lap dances. In the room will be a patron, a dancer, 
and a security guard within easy hearing. 

"The patrons are not allowed to touch the dancers, and 
the dancers should refrain from any contact with the 
patron except for sitting on their lap for the dance. If 
a dancer says to the patron must stop nor do that twice, 
otherwise the patron will be escorted out, and the 
dancer will still be paid. Lap dances pay $20 for a 5 
minute dance.

I looked at Tracy and said, "That's is your decision. If 
you want to do it, it's all right with me, and your 
parents. My only concern is your safety, and it sounds 
like that has been taken care of."

Tracy looked at the bartender and said, "When do you 
want me to start, and how many routines should I have 
per night?"

"We will have you start 2 weeks from last night. That 
should give you enough time to get the routines ready. 
You'll need at least 3 routines a night, and you will be 
dancing 12 times a night. Lap dances can be the same 
every time, and no one knows how many will be called for 
each night."

*

Tracy has been dancing for about 6 months now. She told 
me that if it hadn't been for me forcing her to change 
her clothing style, she would never have had this 
opportunity.

Oh, by the way, she is now pregnant, but she plans to 
dance right up to the 8th month. She make more money 
than I do now, but we're both very happy.

END?

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