ADDICTED TO STRIPPERS
Dear Vikki, I GENERALLY pride myself in being organised and practical with every area of my life – I’m at the office when I’m meant to be, I go to the gym four mornings a week and I do all the jobs a good husband is supposed to do.
I can also say that we haven’t had any problems in the bedroom and I am as much in love with her as the day we were married. But my problem started a few weeks ago when I overheard talk from some of the boys in the office about a notorious local pub.
And my ears pricked up when I heard them mention the fully nude strippers – the sort who passed the pot round for cash in return for raunching up their acts!
One night after a stressful day at work I rang the wife and made up some feeble excuse as to why I’d be late, then headed there. It was everything I thought it would be – dark, dingy and very naughty. Honestly Vikki, the girls do the most X-rated things.
Last week I had some 30-year-old Kat Slater lookalike rubbing her naked bum all over my lap. This sounds all great but the problem is I’m there most days now and the missus knows something’s up? Shall I spill the beans? Dear Greg, TRUST me on this, your wife will not appreciate knowing that her hubby is loving to spend all his spare time salivating over the naughtier type of strippers.
Be strong with yourself and limit it.