Winter and I had discussed swinging and threesomes extensively. The answer was always the same. No. I was surprised when she suggested we join my friends at a strip club, but that story was different. Since then, we have made the strip club an occasional date night.

The Navy had just moved us to Seattle, and we wanted to find a new place to go. We decided on a club near us and made it a date. We arrived a little early, and there were many places to sit. Winter and I chose a table near the stage.

I was watching a tiny, relatively attractive woman dance. I put her on the lapdance list. Winter and I had a program: She'd get a lap dance, I'd watch, and vice versa. Winter looked at me and then at the girl on the stage.

"She looks like your niece," Winter said.

"Really, baby. Why do you do that?" I asked, mentally crossing her off the list.

"I'm not doing anything. I'm just saying she looks like her," Winter said. I frowned, and she continued, "And I prefer women, not little girls."

"Fair enough," I said, shrugging. I looked back at the dancer and saw my niece. I immediately looked away. My eyes found a sexy redhead with full hips. Now, I thought, she is a woman. 

I decided not to say anything, though. If I let Winter see her first, my chances of getting a dance from her would be a hundred times more likely.

Winter and I watched several more girls come on stage and dance. We ordered drinks and were mostly done with them when the music stopped, and the DJ announced, "It's the time of the night, folks—four dances for the price of one!"

Girls came out on the stage in a procession, circled once, and then came down to where we sat. I looked at Winter and followed her eyes. She was looking toward the redhead, and I smiled.

"Do you want to get a dance now?" Winter asked. I nodded and waited. "Who do you like?"

"Well, the blonde over there is attractive, that brunette, and maybe the redhead," I said, pointing out two I knew Winter wouldn't be interested in and my number one choice. It was how I usually won arguments with Winter. I would give her two impossible choices and one acceptable choice.

"I guess the redhead is the lesser of evils," Winter said, and I shrugged. I didn't want to seem too eager. As the redhead came closer, I called her over to us.

"Oh! I love your hoodie," she howled, seeing Winter's Totoro's hoodie. Winter always got attention when she wore that.

"Is it possible to have Winter get a dance while I watch, and then vice versa?" I asked, smiling.

"Sure, I'm Ariel," she said, and I noticed the Little Mermaid tattoo on her right leg. I can give you both a dance simultaneously if you want, and it only counts for one," she added, smiling.

"Wow," that's awesome," I said, realizing I should have kept my mouth shut.

"Well, so four dances together?" Ariel asked, and I couldn't hide my smile.

She sat us in a booth and began dancing immediately. In San Diego, the dancers never took their tops off, so I was surprised when hers hit my lap.

"Hold that for me," Ariel said, cupping her breast. They were smaller than Winter liked, but they were not tiny, and her nipples were hard as fuck. 

"She is sexy," Winter whispered to me, and I felt my cock begin to pulse. Ariel leaned in and pulled Winter's hoodie off.

"There you go," Ariel said, grabbing my wife's assets. "I love big titties."

"What?" was all Winter could mumble. 

I thought Ariel's aggressiveness turned Winter off for a second, but then I saw the lust in her eyes. Ariel turned around and lay across Winter's lap, her head landing in mine.

"Touch me, Winter," Ariel moaned, and my cock strained against my pants. Arial, like a psychic, reached down while sucking Winter's finger and groped me. I watched my wife worriedly, but Winter didn't complain. I always waited for clues from Winter before doing anything because I didn't want to cross boundaries. Winter groped Ariel, and I wanted to touch so badly as well.

"I want to fuck you so bad," Ariel told Winter, and I did not doubt that she meant it. Winter looked at her, and I could tell she was wondering the same thing as me. Ariel moved from Winter and began to grind on me. I was boasting a full hard-on, and Ariel ground on me hard.

"Do you like that?" Winter asked, smiling, and for a moment, I feared she was angry.

"Can he touch me?" Ariel asked, and I already knew the answer, at least I thought I did.

"Yes," Winter said, her voice thick with lust. I put my hands on Ariel's stomach, and Ariel moved them to her breast. I moved my hands back down cautiously. Winter grabbed my hands and moved them back up. Ariel moaned as I pinched her nipples.

"I want to fuck your wife," Ariel whispered in my ear, and I believed her. Ariel moved from me back to Winter and straddled her. As she danced on Winter, I watched, and my lust built. Ariel spun back around, and Winter teased her breasts. She then reached over and brought my hand back to Ariel.

"Babe, she is the best," Winter said, and I saw Ariel smile. 

Then, she surprised us both when she took each of our hands and led them into her panties. I felt the curls of Ariel's landing strip, and she moaned as Winter teased her.

"We need to go to the back room," Ariel said. 

I looked to Winter, who shook her head.

"No," I said, "that is our limit."

"Aw," Ariel moaned. "I want to fuck her!"

"Sorry, but this is a hard line for us," I confirmed with Winter's nod, and she smiled at me. 

Ariel spent the rest of the songs grinding on Winter and teasing her. Winter held her ground, although there were several times I was sure she would give in. At the end of the dance, Ariel leaned in and kissed Winter on the mouth while her hand snaked into my pants.

"Shame, I wanted you so bad," Ariel said to Winter and smiled as she walked away. I looked at Winter, who sat there with a shocked look.

"Are you OK, baby?" I asked, worried for her. Winter looked at me and smiled. Leaning in, she kissed me deeply and passionately.

"I almost said yes, but then there was a chance you were involved, and you are mine. I don't want to share," Winter whined.

"That was intense," I groaned, smiling.

"OK, look, don't let this go to your head, but when you touched her, I was so turned on. I almost said fuck it, let's go to the back room," Winter told me in a whisper, "but it's because I felt safe knowing you can can't actually have her."

"Seriously?" I was surprised.

"Well, I don't want to share, but yeah, your touching her turned me on," she gasped. 

That night, Winter threw me on the bed and fucked me harder than ever before. I still wonder if, in her mind, it was me or Ariel she was fucking.

 Somewhere deep down, I knew this was just the beginning.