When I was in my 8th month of pregnancy, I was having a very hard time. I felt huge as a house, it was hot as hell outside because we were in the warmest seasons of summer, and I felt like I was unattractive. I was sure that my husband didn’t even want to be with me. When he asked me to go to RI Dolls in Woonsocket, RI with him I thought he was nuts. Just what I needed right? To be around a bunch of sexy, scantily clad women? I scoffed at first. But then, I thought, maybe this would be a good thing for us. I’d always wanted to see what happened there because I’d never been to a strip club before. And maybe it would give our sex life a little jump.

Once I started thinking about it, I tried to envision what it would be like.

My husband would take me to RI Dolls on A Friday night. I know that it is one of the best gentlemen’s clubs in Woonsocket, Rhode Island because my hubby and his friends talk about it all the time. I’ve even heard some of my male co-workers talking about it. I assumed he would take me there for dinner because he knows that these days food is everything. I love going out to eat. He’d order a virgin daiquiri for me and he’d have his usual rye and seven. 

But the food would be just the beginning. 

Eventually, he would introduce me to a stripper. Maybe his favorite stripper? In my fantasy, she is tall and slender, with soft tan skin and long silky hair. Her breasts are a perfect 34C, and she has a toned and firm ass. My hubby tells her that it is my first time there and slips her a fifty-dollar bill. She sits next to me, and before I know it, I am smiling and blushing thanks to this beautiful woman’s flirtatious advances. My husband watches us as we giggle, hold hands, and touch each other as we talk. I can see that my husband is getting excited watching us and that excites me. 

The dancer steps away, and we go to the center stage and sat in the chairs right in front. My husband puts a pile of bills between us on the table. I’m pretty sure I know what those are for. A red-headed vixen comes over and spread her legs wide, right in front of my face, and I grab a bill and slide it into the garter around her milky thigh. Then, like a minx, she crawls onto her hands and knees and whispered something into my ear as her peach nipple grazes my shoulder. My husband is definitely thinking some erotic thoughts.

There is no turning back now. As soon as my husband sees the dancer he first introduced me to emerge from the back door, he gets her attention and she comes right over. Then, she grabs my hand and takes me to a semi-private area of the strip club. She points to a seat and tells me to sit and enjoy.

She starts rocking her hips to the rhythm of the music, like a slow belly dancer. She twists and turns a few times, showing off her curves. A quick flick releases her dress and it falls around her ankles. I know I am blushing because I’ve never been this close to an almost naked woman, but I am definitely turned on by her sweet little body. I’m even more turned on by the obvious interest my husband has in watching from a distance and at this point I’m pretty sure he and I will be having some fun later. When she leans in to whisper something sweet in my ear, her hand grazes my shoulder ever so softly. I glance over to watch my husband watching us and he is smiling so hard.

I’m having a great time. And the funny thing is, my big belly isn’t bothering me at all anymore. In fact, this gorgeous dancer has made me feel beautiful and sexy and attractive.

In my fantasy, our night just gets better from there on out. My husband gets us a private couples’ dance which was even hotter. My husband spent more time looking at me than he did the dancer and his hands never left my body. We get a few more lap dances from different dancers and the entire time my husband is focused on me. 

I’m going to tell my husband that I am game for it tonight. I already have the babysitter lined up to come just after he gets home from work. He’ll have just enough time to jump in the shower before we head off for my first strip club experience at Rhode Island Dolls.