Meg’s Anniversary Celebration

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Main characters featured in this story:

The narrator — Male, 24 years old; first year in medical school; married to Meg in the Bountiful Utah Temple; BS degree in Health Science from BYU–Idaho.

Meg — Female, 22 years old, 5’10”, 35C; BA degree in Dance Performance from BYU–Idaho.

Eli — Male, about 45 years old; retired Marine, weightlifter, African American.

This story is fictional, and the characters are not based on any single individual — though they are a compilation of characteristics and personalities encountered in real life, and in the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to any particular person is not intentional. These characters live in a fantasy world where there are no STDs and no unwanted pregnancies resulting from unprotected sex.

This story has elements that could go in several categories, including BDSM, Erotic Couplings, Exhibitionist & Voyeur, Group Sex, Loving Wives, and even Interracial Love, Lesbian Sex, and Romance. I chose to submit it in Exhibitionist & Voyeur because, at its core, this is the story of a young wife who discovered (in earlier stories) her exhibitionist self. It is not necessary to read the other stories to enjoy this one.

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Meg and I married in the Bountiful Utah Temple on a beautiful summer day, shortly before moving to Missouri to attend medical school. The first year had been an adventure — especially after Meg gave me some dare coupons, and we’d met up with some sexually interesting people in our new church congregation. (See my other stories to read about our adventures.)

As our anniversary was coming up, we talked about what fun things we could do to celebrate but realized we didn’t really have the budget to do anything fancy. About the best I could offer would be a nice dinner at a restaurant.

I was feeling bad that I couldn’t do more — but with student loan debt piling up and little other income, that was the best I could offer. Meg told me not to worry about it, she would plan a celebration. When I asked what she had in mind, she wouldn’t tell me.

Whatever she was planning required her to leave the house several days for more than an hour in the weeks leading up to our anniversary. I never knew where she went, and she wasn’t talking. I guessed she was arranging some kind of surprise party with our friends.

On the day of our anniversary, Meg started the day by waking me up with a blowjob. It was a nice beginning to our big day. “Happy Anniversary to you too!” I told her.

Most of our day was occupied by regular life. I had to go to work. Meg, however, had arranged to have the day off so she could “meet up with some new friends” to finalize the evening plans.

When I got home from work, I found our small dining table covered with a nice linen tablecloth, candles, and a homemade meal. After eating, I thanked her for the wonderful meal, and she responded, “The night is not over yet. I have a surprise for you.”

Meg was dressed in one of her typical church-going outfits — a bright red knee-length A-line skirt that fluttered beautifully when she walked, and a conservative button-up white blouse with a white bra and garments beneath. She had her regular dress-up high heels on, with a pair of nude nylon stockings.

She told me to change from my work clothes into something a little nicer — I didn’t need a white shirt and tie, just the dress shirt and pants she had laid out for me.

As we got in the car, Meg gave me an address to drive to. I didn’t recognize where it was but put it in Google Maps and we arrived in less than 15 minutes. It was in the older part of town, near a strip mall that had been closed for several years.

Since it was summer, the sun hadn’t set yet and I could see the building was a nondescript space — no signs on the outside, no neon to attract your attention. It was basically a large two-story box, painted black on the outside. There were a few windows, but they were either blacked out or it was dark inside. I thought maybe everybody was hiding in the dark and as soon as we walk in, the lights would come on and they would yell, “Surprise!”

The parking lot was paved, and nearly full of cars — more cars than I would expect for a surprise party. We parked in the back, where the main entrance appeared to be. There were at least two security cameras pointing at the door. A small metal sign said, “Private Entrance — Ring Bell” beside a typical home doorbell.

Meg stepped ahead of me and rang the doorbell. A large man partially opened the door. I could hear some club-style music coming through the door, so I guessed maybe Meg was taking me dancing, though her church-like outfit didn’t make sense for that — and why was there a private entrance?

Meg whispered something to the man at the door — I couldn’t hear what she said but he immediately let us enter.

The inside had a lobby with a middle-aged woman behind the counter. Behind her was a sign that said, “$10 cover charge” and “Two Drink Minimum.” She smiled and said, “Hi, Meg. Is this the lucky man?” Meg nodded, aksaray sınırsız escort and the woman said, “Go on in. We’re ready for you.” We didn’t have to pay for the cover, which seemed strange to me.

We walked around a corner and through a doorway with a black curtain gathered at the sides. On the other side of the door, I saw an entertainment venue with a large stage and rows of audience seating. The stage was brightly lit, and the audience area was very dark — so dark I had a hard time seeing the faces of the people in the room, especially since my eyes hadn’t yet adjusted to the darkness.

My first thought was maybe this was a comedy club until I noticed the stage had four floor-to-ceiling poles. Was this a “gentlemen’s club?” I wondered. I would not have expected my wife would take me to see strippers for our anniversary but decided to roll with it. I had been to adult toy stores before, but never to a live performance venue. This would be a new experience.

Meg led me down an aisle on the left side of the audience. She moved a “reserved” sign sitting on a coffee table and we sat on a fake-leather seat in a front-row booth facing the stage. It was a curved, half-circle bench seat, with a low back, so we could look around but still had privacy within the booth.

I tried to look around, but it was very dark. It looked like most of the seating was chairs around café tables. I would guess there were about a dozen booths like ours and another 30 or more tables. Most appeared to be occupied.

I could tell there was a bar on an upper level that looked down on the stage — I could see the server, but all the patrons were silhouetted by the lights behind the bar. I would guess there were another 30 or so tables up there. Given the noise level, it appeared to be a busy night at this club.

The stage had a large dark velvet curtain and a curved front apron with two walkways that went out into the audience area with a small round dance floor at the end of each walkway — each with a pole on them. No matter where you would sit, the performers would be close by.

Meg leaned in to tell me, “Happy Anniversary! Enjoy the show.” She then handed me a wad of one-dollar bills out of her bag.

“This is not what I expected,” I told her, “But, I will do my best to have fun.”

While we were talking, the announcer invited everyone to welcome two dancers to the stage. Both came through the curtain wearing not much more than a bikini. There wasn’t a lot left to the imagination.

They began dancing to the music, making a variety of erotic moves, hip thrusts, crotch displays, booty and tit shaking. They went down each walkway, danced, and did a variety of acrobatic twirls and lifts on the poles. It was difficult deciding which girl I should look at, as they were both quite beautiful.

Meg told me to throw some dollar bills on the stage. “If you like their show, you have to show them how much by paying them,” Meg instructed me. Obviously, I knew that, but it was a new experience for me, and I guess I wasn’t fast enough with the dollar bills. I wondered how Meg was so aware of strip club etiquette.

During their second song, they both pulled the strings that dropped their tops and later dropped their bottoms — leaving them naked as they contorted themselves around the poles, at times spreading their legs wide and doing splits so everyone could see their crotches.

After strutting down each walkway completely naked, they returned to center stage for a lesbian-tease finale — hinting of kissing each other, but not actually touching lips — and then the music ended. They took a bow, gathered their things, and left the stage. As those two dancers finished up, the announcer invited everyone to give them a round of applause.

He then introduced two more dancers. Their music was different, more of a country music vibe, but the on-stage movements were like the first two dancers. When their first song ended, Meg said she had to go to the restroom and stepped out.

So here I was on my anniversary at a strip club by myself. This was not at all what I had expected, but on the bright side, it was giving my cock and my mind some distraction. I could tell in the darkness that some of the patrons were secretly masturbating to the show — I certainly was stroking the outside of my pants, creating a rapidly growing damp spot.

After a second song, the on-stage dancers finished up their routine, with some cash from me and others on the stage to show our appreciation.

The announcer than invited us to welcome a new dancer to the stage named “Charity.” “This is her first time performing and is an amateur and so no photography is allowed,” he announced. Of course, everybody stopped whatever they were doing to see this virgin dancer.

Out of the curtain from backstage danced my wife. She still appeared to be wearing her church clothing. Meg was performing solo — no other dancer came out with her. She began timidly. I recognized what I thought were nervous behaviors amasya ukraynalı escort at the start — but then I wondered if this was just an act, the cliché “church girl gone bad” routine.

She “accidentally” flashed audience members as she flipped her skirt up while dancing. I noticed that she was no longer wearing the nylons and I didn’t see any garments beneath. Some of her steps and movements fit better with partner dancing, but my brave wife was trying something new, and the feelings in my cock appreciated it.

The “church girl” got less and less inhibited as the audience cheered her on — doing more flashing and teasing. Then, one by one she undid the buttons on her blouse. She turned toward me and opened the blouse wide, so I could see the strapless white bustier she was wearing. It had cups that barely held her tits up, with a little lace on top — her nipples prominently pushing out on the fabric.

She turned back to the audience and teased the sides of her open blouse, before finally dropping it on the stage.

She then unbuttoned the front waistband on her skirt, turned her back to the audience, and started shaking her ass, making the skirt slowly slide down her ass and down her legs. Meg has a small to medium ass, and it is really tight because of her dancing muscles. Yet, she was really shaking it to make the skirt slide down — every ass-loving person in the room had to be thrilled.

She pointed her backside straight at me and pulled the skirt down the rest of the way to the floor and stepped out of it. She then spread her legs, bent over, looked at me, smiled, and blew me a kiss right through her thigh gap.

My wife was now dancing on stage wearing an all-white bustier and a matching lacy white nearly transparent bikini panty, and her church-going high-heel shoes. I was loving it.

She turned to the audience and began more erotic movements, doing hip thrusts simulating a fucking motion against the pole, and demonstrating her flexibility doing splits while standing up. She did a few spins around the pole, holding on with her hands while spreading her legs wide in horizontal splits.

Meg (or should I say Charity) walked all the way around the stage and down both walkways, stopping at several locations as audience members would slide their cash inside her panties or bustier. The smile on her face told me that she was loving this — she had gotten comfortable with the performance — my angel all in white performing for others.

Then a second song started, and Charity returned to where I was sitting, where I was stroking my cock on the outside of my pants. She invited me to unhook the bustier, which I happily did. She held it in place while the sides fell loose, and she went back up to center stage. She teased dropping the bustier several times and then pulled it off, waved it above her head, and threw it at me. Of course, I caught it.

My wife now stood on stage, topless, with just a tiny nearly transparent white lace bikini bottom the only barrier to being fully nude on stage. She was shaking her tits and ass for the whole audience, and they were loving it, with lots of hoots and whistles, and cash flying onto the stage. My cock was loving it too.

A minute later she went to another audience member on the far side of the stage from me. I couldn’t see well, but he looked like a large Black man. She laid down on the stage putting her crotch directly in front of him and ran her fingers over her pussy before inviting him to pull her bottoms off. He ran his hand across her crotch a couple of times and then she lifted her hips as he pulled the bikini bottom down, waved it to the crowd, and put it in his pocket.

So, this was where Meg had been disappearing to — she was taking stripping and pole dancing lessons here at this club. She was really talented and knew how to work the audience with her eyes and her smile and with her naked body. I wondered what her dance professors at BYU-Idaho would think of her now.

The audience was also loving her professionalism and skill. The money on stage was piling up. When she finished the dance, she turned to me and blew me a kiss, gathered up the cash and her church clothes, and stepped off the stage.

I expected Meg to return to me right away, but instead one of the other dancers came up to me to say my private room was now available.

“I didn’t order a private show,” I said.

The dancer told me it was already taken care of and escorted me to a cubicle off the corner of the stage. She opened the velvet curtain and showed me in, inviting me to sit on a sofa. The curtain veiled me from the audience’s view.

A few moments later Meg walked in through a curtain on the other side, dressed in a different set of lingerie. If Charity on stage was an angel all dressed in white, then what stood before me now was the devil dressed in all black.

She was wearing black eight-inch spiked heels and had long black mesh stockings that ran the full length of her legs to her upper thigh, with a tiny antalya yaşlı escort white bow at the top. A black, nearly see-through thong covered her pussy, leaving her ass completely exposed. On top was a black strapless corset with shelf cups that held her tits up, but left the nipples totally exposed.

Charity began doing a lap dance on me. When I tried to reach out to touch her, she informed me that customers were not allowed to touch the dancers. She started faux grinding on my cock, just a fraction of an inch away. I was getting harder by the second.

Meg then reached down and unzipped my pants and pulled them down to my ankles, freeing my cock for more grinding — except this time I’m hard and pointing straight out, and Meg is running my cock between her labia lips as she waves her ass over my crotch.

I tried to caress her ass as it moved over me — but was told again, no touching. She quickly put some padded handcuffs on me and locked my arms down so I couldn’t touch her, and then returned to the lap dance.

She turned around so her tits were in my face — within kissing distance if I wanted to, but I had already been told not to touch, so I didn’t. Meg brushed her hard nipple across my lip, raising the temptation level to high. I desperately wanted to put that tit in my mouth.

The music from the stage stopped, and Meg stood up and walked to the curtain I came through and gave three distinct knocks on the frame.

The curtain opened and each of the six dancers that performed on stage came in — all of them totally naked — and stood in a semi-circle around me. One of them asked, like she was reading a script, “What is wanted?”

Charity tells them I need their touch. They take turns sucking my cock and massaging my balls, while others remove my shirt and run their hands across my body. At various times I had at least three sets of boobs on my face, with my nose in their cleavage. It was incredibly erotic to have six naked women touch me at the same time. With my hands cuffed, all I could do was soak in the sensory overload.

I was so caught up in being ministered to by the dancers that I hadn’t noticed Meg slip out the side to prepare to return to the stage. Then I heard the announcer tell the audience that we have a special show tonight and invites Charity back to the stage. The audience cheered and applauded again as my wife came back to the stage dressed in a red lingerie outfit.

Two dancers uncuffed me, and with one on each arm they lead me up on the middle of the stage to a chaise sofa. At this point, my pants and shirt are totally gone — I’m as naked as the women escorting me, except they still have shoes on. Because of the lights, I can’t see anybody in the audience, but I’m sure they didn’t come to see my cock hanging out on stage. I am re-handcuffed to the chaise sofa so I can’t use my hands again.

The announcer continues: “The couple on stage are husband and wife and are celebrating their first anniversary tonight. Let’s give them a round of applause. During and after the performance, you are invited to make contributions to Charity,” he continued.

Charity began to dance around me, swaying to the music and slowly stripping everything off so she was again fully naked in front of the entire audience. This dance is different from the others though — Meg’s performance is just for me as if the audience isn’t even there — they are like voyeurs looking through our bedroom window, where a husband and wife are having a private erotic moment.

She pushes me down so I’m lying flat on the chaise. She turns around, grabs my rock-hard cock, positioning it so it’s pointing at her vagina, and sits all the way down on it — full penetration in a single motion.

She’s so incredibly wet that there is almost no resistance as she begins sliding up and down, fucking me reverse cowgirl in front of everyone. She’s massaging her breasts and playing with her clit as she bounces up and down on my cock.

She then raised each leg, and without letting my cock slide out, spins around so she’s facing me. She stopped moving, my cock soaking in her juices, and looked me in the eye for what felt like a whole minute with the same “fuck me” face I’d seen many times in our bedroom. My cock, inside her body, begins to feel her vaginal muscles stroking me, she’s sitting perfectly still but squeezing every ounce of love out of my cock, and my heart, into her soul.

I really wanted to touch her, to return the intimacy, but I can’t because of the handcuffs. I mouth the words, “I love you,” and she responds with a wink and a smile — and then got back to work.

While I, and a hundred of our new friends watch, my wife again plays with her tits and rubs her clit, repeatedly bouncing up and down on my cock, arching her back as her first orgasm hits. But she doesn’t stop — she keeps bouncing on my cock and masturbating herself as another orgasm makes her whole body shiver.

With all the build-up from watching the dancers, including my wife, stripping on stage, having six naked women touch my whole body, and now being fucked on stage, it didn’t take long for my balls to fill up. I tried to tell Meg that I’m close to coming — but she either didn’t hear me over the music or maybe she didn’t care. I shot load after load inside her. She orgasmed again, then collapsed on top of me — her naked breasts on my chest and kissed me.

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