It was like the usual poker nights, 6 guys plus hubby smoking cigars and drinking beer, eating the sandwiches and munchies I had prepared. I had the ice and beer in the cooler by their round poker table in the den. Being a nice hostess, I alwas greeted the guys, then occasionally checked on the beer and ice and kept it full,  The normal male chatter  in the background as I played with our doggie on the bed and used my laptop for my facebook account.  The guys always had a friendly game, nobody lost too much or got rich, had their limits to amount bet and number of raises.  We had installed a smoke eater in the ceiling so the smoke went up and out of the house and not all over the den.  I was in my "dukes" shorts and a halter top, tie at the neck, 

 All the guys complimented me when they came over on how good I looked and appreciate my putting out the food items, like chips and dips and peanuts, popcorn, and finger sandwiches. They all drank beer except for two of them drank whiskey, so I had a ice bucket and bottle handy for them.

 The night went on and hubby came to me and said he had "cold cards" all night, meaning he had lost over a hundred bucks.  He makes good money but its rare he lost that much.  Had me run down to the cornerstore and use the ATM and get him more money, I returned shortly and gave him the money.  

Later, he came back and said, "hun, uh...., well, the guys said, and you dont have to if you dont want to, but they know you used to be a dancer in a stripclub so..... anyway, they put up 25 bucks each if you will just strip for them, show them your hot body. BUT THATS OK if you dont want to, and dont get mad."

I was more mad about the guys knowing my past than I did about the offer to strip for them for the money. But I knew he was kinda, sorta on the spot so to speak.  I said, "How much is in the jar?" and he said, "a hundred and 25, Bill left already. Just the other 5 guys."

I looked in the closet and put on some stuff to take off, long scarf, black elbow length gloves, and my 4 piece red and black lingerie outfit, I went to the den and put on the cable tv and found some music to dance to,strip to.  The song lasted about 4 minutes and the loved the show, clapped for me, kudoes and thumbs up.  Enrique, a Hispanic young guy about 35 popped up and said, "Did you ever do any lapdances in your club when you worked there?" and I said "yes, quite a bit, thats where the money is," They all looked at my husband like dogs wanting a bone, "Up to her" he said. So several counted out some money and asked me how much for a lapdance, and I said "another 25 for one song, and no touch, and you have to sit on your hands."  4 had the moeny left and i fet bad the 5th guy didn't have the money, so I said "OK, only if you guys chip in so Larry can have one also and nobody ever tells anyone outside of this room about this,  I dont need any jealous bitches coming after me,"  and they all agreed and came up with Larry's part.  

The music on there wasnt really that good and I found some on youtube and turned up the volumn on my laptop.  They drew high card to see who was 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 5th.  They all enjoyed the lapdance as i sat on each lap, dry humping them and rubbing my nipples on their mouths and smothering their faces with my boobs.  I noticed my hubby was enjoying the show as well as the guys. "Man you lucky bastard,having a sexy wife like that," and other compliments made him proud. 

A couple of the guys were "hard" under their pants and i could feel their cocks as I gave them their dances.  Larry said he wished he had more money, and I said, "Thats it guys, no more." and went back to the bedroom.

They guys all left shortly, two had helped bag up the empty beer bottles and paper plates for me, so not that much to clean up. Hubby picked me up as soon as they all left and laid me on the poker table and made me cum with his tongue and fingers, then fucked me in the bedroom doggystyle, rough and left more than his usualy amount of cum inside me.  I think the beer helped him last longer than he usually did.  The next day, Sunday, he didn't mention the game at all.  He spent the money I had made on some fishing stuff from the sports store.