It was a boring affair, consisting mainly of good business practices, and ways to stay within the local laws, without staying within the laws.I debate... on going into one for the strippers, until I noticed other men going into it as well. It wasn't until I was seated that I realized that the other men must be male strippers. Vegas was very different from back home, and there were just some things that I seemed to struggle wrapping my head around."You must be an owner," a soft voice said beside. " I noticed I was showing and quickly covered up. I told him that I never wore them, and he laughed. He asked me if I was a bad girl. I admitted that I sometimes was a bad girl and grinned. Tom reminded me that no one knew I was there and that no one could hear me if I screamed. I hoped he was just trying to get me more excited. He said, "I can I see your ass, it drives me crazy." I stood up and slightly bent over the bar on his boat. He could see just enough. He could see my ass and my vagina. No matter how tempting no touching or our session is over. Rule number 3 NO, kissing unless I initiates it.She walks over, changes the music and starts dancing around infrornt of me, squeezing her titties and bending over showing me her ass. Every so often she would lean over and lightly lick my nipples and run her hand across the front of the towel and rubbing my cock thru the towel.After the first song ended and she gets on the table and start moving around it on her hands and knees making. After a while they had all fucked her until they were empty so they fucked off. One gave her a parting french kiss and groped her in the cunt before he went. My cock was now hard again and I strolled over to my slut wife now slumped against the car bonnet. She was covered in cum soaking her clothes and dripping from her mouth and her cunt and her arse. I didn't say a word I just grabbed her and pulled her towards me, sucking on a tit and groping inside her warm wet cunt. She groaned in pleasure.