I read a post the other day where the author suggested she would like to have a pole in the bedroom so that her boyfriend would have no interest in going to the strip club. Her post: http://goodgirls.wordpress.com/2008/12/18/what-i-want-for-christmas/
I don’t know if this would work for most married men.
My wife could never understand why I “needed” to spend $8.00 for a beer in a place to see naked women when I could see “her” at home. Assuming that my wife has the same physical appeal as an 18-20 year old stripper would come into question right off. Chances are very good that my wife would not go out of her way to provide any additional visual props such as outfits or pole dancing for my benefit anyways. Even if we had a pole in our bedroom there would be no guarantee that my wife would be “in the mood” to dance, or anything else for that matter. Some married men have to beg their wives to have “plain old” sex, they certainly aren’t going to get their wives to pole dance.
If I go to the strip club, the women will be dancing, they will be getting naked and they will be “naughty”. There is no waiting for the “right” mood, it is a job.
I like going to such an establishment for one reason above all others. A guaranteed positive result for my investment. I know for sure that if I pay money…I win. I will be guaranteed to see a woman (typically well-built) take her clothes off. Going to the strippers gives me the opportunity to stimulate my visual senses without having an emotional connection.
Even if my wife dressed and danced like a stripper, there is a very good chance she would not want to “act” like a stripper. Strippers are visual representations of a man’s fantasy. They are “objects” to be looked at. Where I am not suggesting that the woman performing the act is not a real person, she is producing a male response based entirely on her act. She should not have any expectation that the men are looking at her because of her 86% average in Psychology, or the fact that she can cook or the fact that she volunteers her time at the local animal shelter. They are looking at her because she is a sex object. I like visually enticing virtual sex, and that is what a stripper is to me. Her job is to perform an erotic act and my part is to pay to be a bystander to said act. Nothing more…nothing less.
I personally have not gone to a strip club (other than 5 minutes with my current wife so she could see “what went on”) in 15 years. I got tired of seeing naked women and paying large sums of money for the privilege. I consider myself blessed this time around in that I find my wife to be very attractive and she is very open minded. I think that she would actually make use of a pole in our bedroom. In my perfect world there would be a pole (and a swing) in our bedroom and my wife would have a closet full of sexy outfits at her disposal. She would be ready and willing to put on a show, get me interested and satisfy all of my visual “needs” at any given time. Even if all that were possible, if I had the chance to see another woman doing the same thing AND had to pay to see her do it…I would. Variety is the spice of life.
To all of you that are asking, “I wonder if HE would be ok if SHE went to see the male strippers…yes I would be ok. I think that with anything, a balance has to be maintained.

Some might consider me the consumer’s watchdog when it comes to sex. I am always looking for ways to bring couples closer together, especially in the bedroom. Just the other day I read an announcement from Bell Mobility regarding their cellular plans:
Hey married ladies, answer a question for me – is it really such a chore to have sex with your husband?
Yesterday my wife made a decision to start and argument with me. I say made a decision as there was no reason for it. For some reason she either wanted an argument or wanted to see what my response would be. I have asked her 16 year old son, who lives with us, to please shovel off the walkway when necessary, when he comes home from school. Rather than do this (a maximum 2 minute job) he walks through the snow and tracks it into the house. When I get home I have to shovel, walk inside and step in the puddle that his boots left and be quiet as he is sleeping.