Which I was NOT.
Making that clear.
Glad I’m not the only female to react this way.
As the saying goes, “It don’t matter where you get your appetite, as long as you eat at home.”
Have I misread something? I thought you said the incident happened while he was still 2500 miles away.
Either way, please indulge us with the tale of how exactly you came to discover your husband’s peccadilloes (a 2500-mile distance would make it more impressive but it’s not crucial).
The way I read it was that he had been 2500 miles away and then came home and the first thing he did was not go to see his woman but go to a strip club. Stay classy.
Edit - Oh, and since nothing counts before marriage - be sure to go down the isle with no less than four cocks buried in you, up until you are pronounced man and wife.
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I’m imagining you beating on your fiance’s door at 3 am drunk as a loon telling her you lost you underwear at a strip club … and she still married ya …
That’s a “keeper” my friend, a real jewel … glad to hear you’re smart enough to hang on to her …
So, I’ve been to strip clubs maybe half a dozen times in my life. I don’t particularly like them; as exciting as it is to see naked women walking around, you feel enormous pressure to spend money, and there’s no actual sexual satisfaction (imagine if you took a steak out of the freezer, unwrapped it, and showed it to your dog. “Good steak, boy!” “You hungry?” His tail is wagging, he’s barking…and you stick the steak back in the fridge and go sit down. That’s a strip club experience; the erection sort of wanes after it realizes it’s useless).
Once, though, I was at a club when they pulled a bachelor on stage while his buddies hooted and hollered. The girls (I think there were three) stuck him on a chair under the lights, unbuttoned his shirt and jeans, and then proceeded to violently and aggressively take turns bouncing on his groin. It looked very painful and not at all arousing. Between being the spectacle of everyone’s attention and being pummeled on the lap, I was certainly not envious of this guy.
Ultimately, the hard and ugly truth is that your husband saw naked women who probably made him feel embarrassed for the amusement of his friends.
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The best advice I can give is to actually go to a (high class) club with him. You will likely find that the titillation wears off quickly and they are pretty boring places. But it might be the sort of “naughty” turn on that leads to wild newlywed sex…if you are bold (do a few shots first, then Uber it over), have a girl give you a dance, then go home and have sex with hubby. I promise you that you will give him mental imagery (where you are the star) that will stay with him forever.
And if you are too shy to ever contemplate such a thing, consider that your new husband likely is, too (given that you two are presumably compatible). It’s just more confirmation that he was dragged into something not of his own doing that was more awkward than anything.
You guys are all so mean.
Normally. But this lady’s husband bought the stripper a crate of champagne and took her to the Private Suite. Otherwise he would have owned up to the “lapdance” right away.
So something you didn’t want to happen, happened. You can’t make it un-happen. You can’t make him be a person that would not have made that decision. So, absent that, what do you want? Think about exactly what you want, and then communicate that.
If what you want is something impossible, though, like him feeling a certain way, be prepared to call it a day - now is better than when there’s kiddies involved. In other words, you can ask for an apology, but you can’t ask for remorse. You can ask for a promise, but not for him to not have wanted to go to the club, you can ask him to acknowledge that this hurt you, but you can’t ask for him to feel bad about something he apparently doesn’t think was that bad.
In my recollection, I was completely sober and in control.
Your story is probably closer to the truth, though 
Oh, definitely a keeper. I think she feels the same way about me :smack: