As a couple, we have truly had some of the most kinky experiences.
My wife was given the “go ahead” during the hippy flower time. First there was open free sex. Then that turned into part-time wages and full time fun. But, I am pretty sure that readers will agree that the next setting that I describe puts us into the extra kinky group.
Even though my wife had a daytime university position, she had been working at Lorraine’s Lounge, a Lafayette, IN dive bar for several months. I knew she went nude and stayed nude during her dance (pure exhibition) sets at that bar. I knew that she was also turning tricks with customers. I rarely got to see any of this being done, due to owner operator preferences that boyfriends, fiancees, and husbands not visit during the work hours.
Same wife, at Lorraine's, but with the dark hair look.
However, I became the drummer of a local rock band, and Lorraine’s Lounge hired live bands. It became an instant exciting point of tension when my band became booked for Lorraine’s Lounge! We were booked for one entire week, Monday through Saturday.
The band was pretty good and played all the faves of the time, including the Stones, Creedence, and other standards... especially all those that a bar would want. In fact, some of our stuff was perfect for backing nude dancers. The band was setup on a stage toward the front of the bar. The bar had a lot of open glass and was positioned for a mainstreet view... just like Bob Seger sang about.
From the sidewalk, it was very easy for citizens to see the back of the band, and clearly see the dancers across the room at the pole. It was a time before they boarded up and sealed such places. So, that openness alone was a big kink.
I will never forget starting our first list of songs and seeing the girls come out, one at a time, to dance on the small stage with the pole central. Now, when I say small, I mean a nine-foot diameter circle with the pole central. The girl was supposed to do everything that was needed atop that little circle. The first girl out was a friend named Kim. My wife did after hours and outcall with Kim, so I, at least, knew of her. She was a dark-haired, slim, fit girl at about five-feet-eight and one-hundred-and-twenty-pounds. Her dancing was very methodical, very controlled.
We gave Kim some good beats for stripping. Since she was only about twenty-five feet away from the band stage, it was easy to see the details of her performance. She actually was fairly conservative with her act, perhaps because she was opening for the evening. She stripped down to a G-string, and then stepped off the stage to walk around the room. My band members liked the mood and environment very much.
That was when my own wife came out. Her hair color changed periodically. Tonight she was blonde. She was very toned. But, unlike many photos that you see of her, she was very lightweight. The methods of alertness that the girls used had put her at the lightest weight that I remember. She was five-feet-four and one-hundred-and-six pounds. That gave her that lean, actually skanky, look.
Not like above, that night she was wearing a micro red dot outfit, with a small dot over each nipple, and a dot over her mons. She was quite unusual for the time, because she shaved. Thus, the lower dot just barely covered the slit. Her butt and entire backside were not obstructed, since those were truly strings connecting the dots. She had red six-inch spike heels to go with the dots. So, that is how she started.
The bass player looked over at me and grinned real big. He had only seen my wife in tee shirts and blue jeans... at our home, and when she came to band practice. He was overwhelmed by her revealing look. Actually, the whole band was pretty freaked. But, we played just like we would for any working slut, and smoothly went into the Stones’ Satisfaction.
She did pole work teases during that song, and watched her regulars surround the nine foot wide platform which she was flying around. We finished the Stones, and went straight into Wild Thing by the Troggs.
And, I noted that there were older teenagers peering through the large open panes, looking into the bar from the side street. That was a strange uncensored moment in the early seventies, since the bouncer and staff allowed such free viewing.
At that point, my wife began filthy gyrating, and removed her top string and breast dots. She spun around, while still holding central, to the pole, and stuck her rear towards guys who she knew would tip. The lower string and dot were still in place as her ass just made it beyond that nine foot circle and hovered only a few feet above smiling faces. I never had heard our lead singer sing with so much meaning. He gave my wife a perfect background.
That was when I saw her remove that bottom string and dot. Pure white wife flesh top to bottom, with her muscles jiggling, small pert bared breasts, and a smooth nude mons. Only the red heels stayed on. She reached back over her head and grabbed the pole behind her, now presenting her front to her guys. Holding that pole above and behind her, she began sliding down into a squat position. That put her knees and her vaginal spread right at stage level and straight into the faces of her fans.
Since she was now very experienced, her pussy hung slightly open and, for some reason, was already pink to red. I would learn later that she actually prepped for this show backstage with a dildo! If she had already had sex, she would have presented that lubed used look. But, this was prior to any such activity, so she did it with the dildo for her opening dance. That gave her pussy that well used look, which the guys interpreted as experience.
Back to her blonde look...
When she spread, during Wild Thing, the guys began laying down five-dollar bills, She smoothly swept them back central, towards the pole, using her stilettos to grab those bills and scratch them back to the pole... keeping the money behind her and out of the reach of other hands. However, that put her pussy well within reach of her most aggressive customers. Even though there was a bouncer at her little stage, he was not quick to ruin the mood.
