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

***

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

***

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 am not much of 
a dancer. I would rather sit and watch her. Her dad got 
a second dance, and there seemed to be no end of the 
line waiting to be able 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 that is because of the way you dressed. 
Guys do not want to dance with a bunch of clothing, they 
want to feel the girl in their arms. 

Tracy said' "Mom, why did you and dad not tell me this 
before?" Her mom said, "We did honey, but you thought 
you knew more than we did."

I spoke up and said there was one good thing that came 
out of the way you dressed then. "What Tracy?" I asked.

"I was able to see and talk to you, and we would not be 
here tonight if you had, as I would never have been able 
to get near you."

She leaned over and kissed me and said, "Maybe I was 
just waiting for you."

Then she said, "When the band comes back, dance with me 
again. I know that you don't think you can dance, but I 
love to dance 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?"

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

He said, "That depends on which stage you're talking 
about. When we leave here, we'ill go a dance place where 
a lot of money can be made, and you have the talent to 
be one of the best."

Her mom said, "You're not thinking of..." He shut her up 
and said, "Yes, but don't tell her yet."

When the band came back, I danced with her again. It was 
very apparent to everyone that she did not have any 
panties on. Her skirt would whorl up to her waist, as 
she danced. Her dad took over again, and I went back and 
sat with her mom. I asked her about what her dad had 
said. She said we go to a strip joint about once a 
month. I looked at her kinda strange, and she said we 
both like to see the girls dance. 

We have talked to some of them and in tips alone some of 
them are making 1-300 a night. It is a reparable place. 
The girls are looked after and if anyone gets to 
demanding, they are removed. You may not approve, I do 
not know, but she could use her ability to tap dance, 
and ballet dancing to a great advantage. Also, tonight 
we are going to get there before the amateurs start, we 
are going to try to talk Tracy into trying to win. The 
winner get a week of work at the club, and a $500 prize. 
We think she can do it. Will you support us? I said I 
will not force her to do it, but I will encourage her to 
try.

Again as before, there was a long line of men wanting to 
dance with Tracy. My guess is the oldest was about 70, 
and the youngest must have been about 13. She danced 
with them all and 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 I am 
sorry guys, but we must leave. Tracy turned to them and 
said I have had a great time. Thank 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 is another dance place 
we want you to see. "Where is it?" she asked.

"Not far," her dad said, "and it is a difference type of 
dancing, which your mom and I enjoy watching. I think 
that Evan will enjoy it also, and as a dancer you may 
want to do some of it yourself."

"Where is this place?" she asked.

I didn't know there was a dance hall in town. It is 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 you mom likes to go now and then."

She looked at her mom and asked is he kidding? 

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

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

"Have you ever been there?" her mom askd.

Tracy said no.

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

She turned to me and said, "What do you think? And have 
you ever been here before?"

I said no I had not been to this place, but that I had 
been to strip joints before. "As to going to this one, I 
trust you mom and dad, and I think you should also."

"Alright," she said, "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. 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 seen you do tonight at the CC. I think that 
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, watch some of them and 
see if it is something that you would 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 said how much longer before the entries into the 
talent contest closes? Forty five minutes he answered. 
He said, "I might have a contestant 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. We took the form and our drinks back to the 
table.

I gave the form to Tracy and said, "Fill this out, but 
don't sign it unless you want to compete. Watch some 
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."

"What do I get if I win?"

"$500, and a week of work as a dancer here," I replied. 
"According to your parents, the dancers here make up to 
$200 a night in tips. If you want to do this, I'll 
support you all I can, if you want to pass on it, then I 
will respect you wishes, as long as you watch and make a 
judgment based on what you see, and not what you have 
heard."

After watching three of the girls dance, I saw Tracy 
working on the form, and she signed it. I looked at her 
and she smiled and said, "Okay, let's give it a try."

"You are sure?" I asked.

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

I took the form to the bartender, and he said 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 will 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 that you will 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. There appeared to be five of them. 
The door opened, the ladies went in, and the door 
closed. It would now be about half an hour before they 
started. Meanwhile, the regular dancers were still 
working. Some of the dancers who were not performing, 
were serving drinks, walking around with just a g-string 
or a pair of panties on. I could see quite a bit of 
money shoved in to 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 quiet 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 
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 in the breeze. 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, took 
her top and slowly took it off while still tap dancing. 
Next she removed her skirt, still tap dancing. At this 
point the music changed and she started making ballet 
moves. She went over to the pole, and grabbed it with 
one hand and spun herself around the pole. As she was 
spinning, she took her other hand, and removed her bra. 

Now her big 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 
basketballs. Then as her time was running out she went 
into a toe spin, and as she got faster and faster, she 
took 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 pussy lips were 
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 leap in the air and came down in another 
splits, and again her pussy was wide open for all to 
see. The crown 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 would 
be notified when to come to work for her week.

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

Tracy said, "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 clothing at her and said, "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 CC. Dance to here tonight, and this is 
what I wore at that dance, nothing more.

As we were leaving, the bartender told us if you can be 
here at noon tomorrow, we will discuss the weeks 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 a week's work if you won the contest 
last night. However instead of that, we would like to 
offer you a regular job. You would be dancing, and 
waiting on tables. We are 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 said it is more than that our regular girls only make 
400 a night. "We are willing to pay that if you can come 
up with more routines like that one last night. You will 
be our headliner. Your three days would be Saturday, 
Monday and Wednesday. These are our three biggest 
nights. There is one other thing, the private rooms in 
back. The only thing that goes on there are lap dances.

"In a room will be a patron, a dancer, and a security 
guard. The patrons are not allowed to touch the dancers, 
and the dancers are to refrain from any contact with the 
patron except for sitting on their lap for the dance. If 
a dancer says to the patron stop it or don't do that 
twice, 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, "It's your decision. If you 
want to do it, it is 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 will need at least 3 a night, and you will be 
dancing 12 times each night. Lap dances can be the same 
every tine, and no one know 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 dress style, she would never have had this 
opportunity.

She is now pregnant, but plans to dance right up to the 
8th month. She make more money than I do, but we are 
both very happy.

END

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