They had travelled to London for their anniversary, a great meal in a swanky restaurant, the type of place were you feel completely out of place, but the food was amazing and amazingly expensive. This was the first time they had made it back since leaving last year, and both of them enjoyed walking through the lively street, being reminded that London can actually be a fantastic place to be, although it wasn't long before they remembered the sweaty arm pits on the tube on a hot summer's day.
Steph tripped slightly over an uneven cobble and grabbed tighter to Mike's arm. 'Damn these stupid shoes' Steph muttered under her breath, wishing she had worn flatter ones. She was wearing a little black dress, stockings that itched like crazy, but she knew he loved seeing the lacy tops when her dress rode up, and the necklace that he had given her that night.
Although not normally a girly girl, Mike thought that his wife of 3 years was the picture of feminine beauty. When ever they got dressed up for a meal or to go out, he always caught a special glimpse of her which aroused him instantly.
They turned a corner into a side street and couldn't help but notice the big pink flashing sign advertising peep shows and other shows with XXX girls.
"You should go and get a job sweetheart" Mike nudge Steph,
"No problems, ã2 for 5 minutes, easy money"
"Go on then, I would pay at least 50p" Mike smiled, ducking the resulting slap.
"Cheeky bastard; you can get the beers in for that."
They entered the pub next door to the peep show and ordered at the bar. It took them both about 60 seconds before they realised that the peep show was also in the pub next door. A smile went over Mike's face when he noticed the stripper strutting her 'thang' on the catwalk about 10 feet away.
The women was about 22, blond and very big breasted, Mike kept his eyes on the women as she pretended to take off her g-string. "Come on I want to go" Steph pulled on his jacket.
"No way, we already have drinks and anyway you have always said you want to see a show." He hadn't lied, on many late night sex sessions; they had both talked about going to a lap dancing club, or a sex show. It was normally brought up when Steph was sucking Mike's stiff cock.
"One drink and then we go, okay?"
"Okay, let's sit over there, it's a lot quieter and we can stay away from the dirty old men." They moved and she could feel the lustful looks of the numerous men watching her wiggle across the room"
She sat there nervously and watched the dancer, not moving except to gulp her drink. 'Those have to be fake' she thought. Almost reading her mind, Mike nuzzled her and whispered "Definitely fake" his hand moved to her and gently squeezed her thigh, which spreading her legs and putting her a little more at ease. She smiled and noticed the tent now pitched in his trousers. Whether it was the drink or the charged atmosphere, Steph leaned over resting her hand in his lap, "Blokes are so bloody easy." Mike smiled and moved his groin to ease the pressure.
He kept his hand on her thigh moving now, going higher. Turned his head into her hair and kissed her ear. Steph pulled away as a little, as a small wave of pleasure lapped her body. His hands were moving expertly, getting close to her pussy. Her hands where gripping his cock through his trousers and enjoying the heat from his erection.
The dancer finished and came round with a pint glass to collect her tip. Mike barely noticed, and got quite a shock when the blond jangled her pint glass in front of him. Rushing he removed his hand from her leg and clumsily pulled a note out of his snug trousers and dropped it amongst the coins. The dancers eyes lit up when she noticed the ã50 note. "Blimey, fank you darlin', you can come again" she squawked in a cockney accent. "By the look of you two though that won't take long." They both turned scarlet as the audible giggles went around the pub. She winked and walked away.
They looked at each other and laughed out loud.
"Come on, lets drink up and go back to the hotel" Mike said taking the last sips of his drink. He noticed the glint in her eye and turned just in time for her to say "No way, you aren't getting away with it that easy. We are going next door" and pointed to the sign next to them which gave them an easy entrance to the clip joint next door.
She downed her drink and grabbed his hand and marched towards the door. Just as they walked through the door, the blond stepped in front of her; she wore a white g-string and nothing else. "Sorry about that, I shouldn't have takin' the piss, but I normally don't get couples." "As you are going next door I will make sure you get extra special treatment, I will be doing a show later. It is miles betta than here."
She smiled and opened the door, not moving a great deal and Steph couldn't help but squeeze past the dancer's erect nipple.
Mike got the shock of his life when the dancer moved her hand to Steph arse, and even more when Steph smiled. He carried on walking and got the same treatment. Inside the place was dark and seedy. "Just go over there and pay the man at the booth." The blond pointed to the corner where a balding man sat bored in a caged booth.
"Are you sure about this?" Mike questioned Steph. She turned around and grabbed his cock in her hand. "Well it feels like you are sure. Now shut up, get your money out and enjoy yourself." Mike thought that it was not very often that his wife can surprise him, but this was one of those time. The look on her face was confident and very sexy.
"Two please," He said nervously. Steph moved up behind him and started to play with his arse. Her body moved very slowly, but he could definitely feel her nipples through his shirt. "How long?" the man in the booth asked. Mike turned a little and looked for help. A shrug of her shoulders and a hand groping his arse discouraged him further. "An hour please?" The man raised an eyebrow and requested ã40. Mike handed it over and received a key in return.
They grabbed the key and headed off to the door marked 3. "I can't believe you did that to me" feigning annoyance, "Your cock didn't seem to mind" Steph said, nodding towards his erection. "Come on you." He playfully grabbed an erect nipple and pinched. They got to the door, inserted the key and the flimsy door swung open. It was roomy for one, but was a snug fit for two. The room smelt clean, but could not be called pleasant; it looked like it was, a wank booth, but luckily enough no former deposits were evident. It had a large blank screen with a wide bench about 2 ft behind.
Steph and Mike moved to the bench and sat next to each other looking at the blank screen. Not a great deal happened and they turned and shrugged their shoulders. The screen shot up and scared the living daylights out of both of them. As they turned they we both shocked to see the blond dancer from the bar completely naked kneeling on a pink silk duvet. Her hands moved expertly from her bullet shaped nipples down her flat belly and through her thin strip of hair. "I knew she wasn't a real blond" Steph said, and she immediately put a finger to her lips to try and say her words quietly. "Don't worry, these booth are sound proof, the last thing they want is the performing 'artistes' to hear the punter jerking off" Mike moved an arm around Steph and happily watched the show.
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