I HAD SUSPECTED SOMETHING was going on for some time, pretty much from the moment my hot wife began taking pole dancing classes at the local strip club. Of course she’d assured me that everything with the lessons was above board, that the club merely rented out its unused space during the daytime for bored housewives and wannabe strippers to strut their stuff, get into shape and take some time out of their otherwise dull daily routine.
Of course I’d reaped the benefits of Trisha’s pole dancing lessons, my already incredibly sexy wife had become even hotter than before, her lean, tanned body had become ever more toned and supple with the exercise she was getting, plus she’d taken to buying the skimpiest of outfits to wear for the classes – informing me that the general idea was the more ba
