For many months now, I’ve known my husband was organising a private Bucks party for one of his best buds.
I’ve known it will be a massive piss-up at home and that a naked lady will be involved.
I thought I’d come to terms with it. I’ve played it cool.
But now it’s on this weekend, and the truth is I’m not okay. Not. Okay.
So here’s the go. I’m a woman, married to a man for three years. He and the fellas planned a Bucks night. It will be spent at another guy’s private apartment on Saturday, and they’re inviting a stripper over.
No, there’s nothing really out of the ordinary with this. A stripper is usually a given. I know this. You know this. We all know this.
But what I didn’t know was that I would react… so… seethingly.
I’m not a prude. I’m open sexually, sometimes too open.
I also completely trust my husband.
But something about this Bucks has rubbed me the wrong way. It’s hard to put into words.
The performance will be up and close, and behind closed doors. So perhaps it’s the thought of a bunch of drunk guys sitting at home being as vulgar as they want towards a woman and likely trying to one-up each other on how crass they can get.
Maybe it’s also the idea that the guys hand-picked their ideal woman based on her appearance and her cup size on her online stripper profile. And she’ll look nothing like me.
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We as women are conditioned to feel this way, to feel that we should be accepting of partner's engaging in this kind of activity because it is a rite of passage, and if we don't kiss them goodbye and send them off all happy about what's about to happen, suddenly we're a kill joy, a prude. We should be enough for our partners without the inclusion of the odd stripper for a party. Most of all, most men use buck's nights as an excuse to behave poorly, and don't even get me started on the whole 'what happens on bucks night, stays on bucks night'.
I think you've done exactly the right thing which is to get it off your chest with your girlfriends (or on this forum) and say nothing to your husband. I see jealousy and insecurity as character flaws that I try not to reveal to my husband. How it works with strippers is that your husband has precisely zero chance of achieving anything that might pass for a sexual experience and if he tries, he will be thumped by the stripper's minder. And it insults men, I think, to suggest that they might see this experience as in any way comparable to the experience of making love with the woman you truly love.