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MULF_Nikki

In short, couples and strip clubs do not mix at all. Not straight couples anyway; let me explain. I went to my first club last weekend with my husband. I expected it to be this sexually charged evening, but instead it was me watching my husband the entire time. I wasn't interested in any of the women, and I felt really akward being there and allowing him to oogle. I read some other articles on here written by Mootpoint and Wife, which are a must if you are heading this route with your spouse (ladies), which had explained who should go and who should stay away. I thought well it will be great, besides anytime we go anywhere, I catch him doing nothing but looking at me. My friends, and family consider my husband a "different type of guy" than they have. He seems to be in love with me more than anything, and he would walk through fire for me. Boy did my eyes open at the club.

I am a very jealous woman, but no more jealous than he is, even when it comes to other women....most men would drop to their knees to a woman saying they are attracted to other females. My husband got jealous. I'm not even allowed to look at cosmo now, without him present. He says it is more of a threat than another man, which I disagree completely. He may not have what a woman has, which is why I married a man in the first place, but I have it and there is no way in the world I would ever switch teams. If I wanted to deal with another woman, and all the drama, I would just visit my sister.

He was like a whole different person that night. I wanted him to feel free to look and enjoy, but not sacrifice me for it. Other people were chit-chatting and he was sitting face forward, eyes glued; no acknowledgement that I was even there, other than to make sure i wasn't pissed off. What really got me was, in my feeble attempt at conversation in a really loud club, I offered him some water, and he couldn't focus on just me for 10 seconds so I could get the short sentence out. Although I was enjoying the dancers and wishing I wasn't fat and pregnant (another no-no) and up there doing it too, the first offer to go, I jumped up and said let's go. We got home, and I took off the see through teddy (he knew) I was wearing under my clothes, and he fell asleep, which was a relief I didn't have to explain why I was no longer in a sexy mood.

So ladies, my advice on the clubs is this: if you are going to go anyway, evaluate your expectations and make sure you aren't just living in some fairy-tale in your mind, like I was. Be realistic about what you want out of the experience, read the article for women by mootpoint, and choose the right club; not just any open club at the moment. To be fair, I am going to a different club, just to see if we can try again, soon.