![]() He walks behind me like a dog following its owner, waging his tail and panting. Without a word, I let go and walk back to the bar. Is now the time? No not yet, a true slut would give others a try, test them, tease them and choose the best. I focus on his eyes, my left hand, the one with my wedding ring, is in his right. Our lips come together, our tongues duel like wrestlers, one tying to pin the other. They slow it down and we come together, he gropes my tits and I squeeze his cock. We move around the floor dipping and grinding and whenever close, we grab. He is up to his old tricks, touchy-touchy, feely-feely, and very predictable. I drink my liquid courage and join him on the dance floor. My dancing friend is waiting for me, waiting to get lucky. "Do him like this." He backs away and puts his cock back in his pants I want more but first things first. He pins me against the wall, pulls out his dick, I pull my panties aside and he sticks it in. ![]() When I see him there I can breathe again, what must he think of me? I go to him and he pushes me into a cubby where no one can see. ![]() We agreed if he wasn't there, we were to meet at the ladies room. I look over to the booth and there's no one there, I excuse myself to go pee. 'I want to see them feel you up, to treat you like the slut you're meant to be,' Ron said as he drilled me with his cock the night before. His hand finds my knee and I let it stay it moves further up my leg I don't stop him. He follows me back to my seat, talking shit I think he told me his name but who gives a fuck. It's break time for the band and for me as well. If I do let him fuck me I can hear him saying now, "I fucked this gorgeous blond last night," bragging to his friends, but in reality, I'm only pretty. He probably thinks he will score tonight - maybe he will, it's up to the man in the booth. My husband in the booth can see what I'm doing my upper body leans back and I rub my pussy on my partners cock. There's no need to wait for his response, I can feel his hardness pushing into my groin repeatedly as if we were already doing 'it.' I respond in kind, only I leave them there and pull him close to me. His hands on my lower back are not idle, they are always moving, making little circles dipping down to my ass then back up and waiting for my response. The slow grinding music lures me into the rhythm of sex. I glance over at Ron he smiles and raises his glass as if to make a toast.Īnother quick change of music and I'm in his arms. Our fingers meet in the middle and they interweave, locking us together. He dances closer to me, touching me with his hands, I respond with the same. 'I want to watch you dance seductively', Ron would say. His body moves with energy and grace and probably is a good fuck. I become aware of my partner: he's attractive and young, and the kind of man most girls would be proud to be seen with. The band slides into another song, no pause or time to be asked we just keep dancing. My body takes over and moves to the music, the alcohol warming my blood. The old song they're playing reminds me of another place and time. The large dance floor is crowded but there's safety in numbers. Should I tell him what I really want, what my observer wants? I answer with a nod of my head, unable to say it. My husband, Ron, sits calmly in his corner booth, sipping his drink and watching me.Ī man comes up to the bar where I'm sitting, asking me if I want to dance. The music is loud and I feel exposed in my short revealing skirt. My drinks go down easily, I need them to calm my nerves, to quiet my inner voice tying to talk me out of it.
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