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'My husband took me to a strip club and it was absolutely fantastic.'

My husband and I have been married for five years. We have two children, respectable jobs, and are deeply in love. Neither of us has ever cheated, and – while we haven’t made it through every twist and turn in the Kama Sutra bible – our sex life is great.

Last month, we managed to offload the brood for a dirty weekend away interstate. After a boozy dinner, my husband suggested we go to a strip club..

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Look — I totally get that. I’m a feminist and I vehemently oppose any objectification and exploitation of women. And while I’m no prude, I have never had any real desire to frequent a testosterone fuelled vice den either.

But what can I say? On this particular night, I had an open mind. Ever the businessman, my husband suggested it was nothing more than a cash transaction between consenting adults. And to his delight and surprise, I agreed.

In hindsight, I probably went in blind and unprepared. I was completely oblivious to strip club etiquette and the protocol for women. I wasn’t equipped with notes for tipping, I was taken aback by the preferential treatment from the bouncers, and I didn’t realise the dancers would zero in on me (who knew the prospect of a girl-on-girl show was so lucrative?).

It took ten minutes to get over the initial awkwardness of being the only fully clothed female in the club. But when I finally did, it was worth it.

The energy was electric, the drinks were free flowing, and the ass shaking music was contagious. And boy were those booties moving.

The music was banging, the booties were shaking.

Aside from the cohort of creepers in the corner, the patrons seemed pretty normal. Like my hubby... or your hubby.

We took a seat in front of the stage and before long a gorgeous young dancer introduced herself to us.

She said her name was Hope (yep, sure), and that she too was from interstate. Sensing I was new to the game, she heaped attention on the more experienced one among us. And I was OK with that. In fact, far from being weird, there was something electrifying about watching a half naked girl dance for my husband. It wasn't a sexual thing. I don't swing that way at all. But the whole experience seemed to transcend sexuality. Bizarrely, it was liberating. Even empowering. It was fun to share and flirt with someone else, while still staying focused on each other. There was definitely an element of voyeurism (of the non-creepy variety). And while it didn't bring on the warm and fuzzies... it was a fun step away from the mundane, and definitely a way to raise the temperature.

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Sure, a couple of insecurities came to the fro. For example, I'd never seen my husband smile like that at me. And yeah, her body was way, way hotter than mine. But on the whole, I was OK with that too. We were paying customers after all, and she was providing a service... and at the end of the night, he was going home with me.

There was no jealousy or hint that he was going to cheat.

There was no judging or jealousy either. More than anything, there was an element of awe. Even with her boobs in his face, I spent much of the time admiring Hope's athleticism. How does she have an ass like that? Are those boobs real? Surely she hasn't had kids. How does she have the confidence to get up on stage and dance in front of a rowdy audience? And how does she have the patience to put up with so many old pervs and their wandering hands.

I can see why a joint encounter like this wouldn't work for every couple. I should say I'm very comfortable in my own skin, and feel secure with my body. I also feel safe in my relationship. And crucially, I didn't feel at all pushed into anything by my husband. All in all, I had a great time and found it somewhat exhilarating to step out of my comfort zone.

Would I go again? Probably. Am I worried this will fuel the fire of infidelity? Hell no.

I think the key is not to overthink it. Go with clear boundaries, a healthy dose of Dutch courage, and an open mind.

If you hate it, don't go again. But if my experience is anything to go by, you'll be pleasantly surprised.

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