To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.
I held the door for Lynne and then followed her into the club. I hated places like this. Loud, smoky, crowded, I hate them. But it was our fifth anniversary and Lynne loves to dance. So once a year I take her to a club and she gets to dance. Not with me. I can't dance. Well, I can fake a slow dance. But why bother. I just don't see the point in dancing.
Lynne wouldn't have any trouble finding dance partners. She was hot. No, I didn't say that right, she was HOT! Yeah, that's it. She is 26, 5'4", 110, long blonde hair and long, long legs. She had the cutest face and a smile that lights up a room. She was wearing that short little nothing of a black dress I love to see her in, the one with that flippy little skirt that almost showed her ass when she moved. I noticed the heads turning as we looked for an empty table and I was proud as hell.
We managed to find an empty booth and order some drinks. We had just come from dinner with wine and champagne, so I ordered ginger ale. I needed to be able to drive home. She had her margarita. I don't like places like this, but I like seeing her so happy and I enjoy watching her dance. So I sat back. It wasn't long before she was asked to dance.
She danced several dances and then came back to me and finished her drink and ordered another. Before her drink arrived she was dancing again and it was exciting to watch her. Several times I was pretty sure I could see her little black panties when that skirt flipped up, very exciting to watch.
She danced several more dances with her present dance partner, even a slow dance. She was obviously flirting with him. It was amusing to watch her wrap him around her little finger. Eventually he reluctantly returned her to our table and she had more of her drink. Before I could order her another drink the waitress brought her one and pointed to a large man in a business suit sitting near the dance floor with a friend. She took the drink and smiled at the man. She raised her drink to him in a toast and took a sip. A minute later he was standing next to her asking her to dance.
For a large man he was a very good dancer. The two of them looked very good out there. He was obviously leading, obviously in charge. She liked that. She liked a man that took charge.
Her boyfriends, before me, had all been dominant, forceful, in charge, men. I asked her about that shortly after we were married. I am not a wimp, but I treat Lynne as an equal partner, that's what I feel marriage is, a partnership. I treat her with respect and love.
She told me with a big smile that men like that are for dating, they don't make good husbands. I was the perfect husband. She obviously still enjoyed the company of dominant men.
I didn't mind. I had a secret fantasy of watching her with a man like that. Watching some strong man take control of her and make mad, passionate love to her. I wouldn't tell her that, but often when we made love, that fantasy was in my mind.
I noticed that Lynne stayed on the floor for the slow dances with her latest partner. His hands were all over her and he held her tight, pressing his body against hers. I noticed the way he swung her around on the fast dances. I enjoyed frequent flashes of her little panties. The guys near the dance floor were getting an even better show. As they danced this latest slow dance his hand was holding her ass. Not resting there, he was actually gripping a handful of her cheeky little butt! Everyone around them could see it too.
Finally the song ended and they walked off the floor. They stopped at his table on the way back here and talked with his friend. Then they all came back to our table. She had invited them to join us.
Lynne introduced her dance partner, Rob, and his friend Jerry. Jerry nodded and sat down on my left. Lynne slid in on my right and Rob slid in beside her. Rob ordered fresh drinks all around and sat with his arm on the back of the booth, his hand hanging down over Lynne's left breast, not quite touching her.
Rob was watching me, judging my reaction. I just smiled and found I was actually enjoying the show as they flirted and played each other. By the time our fresh drinks arrived his hand was resting on her breast and he was gently kneading it.
Lynne was smiling and acting like nothing unusual was happening. When her drink arrived she gulped half of it down. She and Rob were ignoring Jerry and me. They had their heads together talking excitedly. The music was too loud for me to hear more than an occasional word or two.
Lynne finished her drink and Rob ordered her another. I noticed he had hardly touched his. Before her drink arrived he led her back out to the dance floor. Every chance he got his hands were all over her. And he made sure he got a lot of chances!
They had quite an audience and I am embarrassed to admit that watching them had given me quite an erection. This big, strong, dominant man was Lynne's fantasy and it was obvious that if I had not been here he would have gotten very lucky tonight!
They made their way back to our table and when they sat down this time his arm was around her shoulder and his hand went right to her breast.
She took a few sips from her drink and they talked for a moment. It was obvious that Lynne was being quite the coquette. Still, I was unprepared for what happened next. He put his fingertips under her chin, turned her face up and kissed her, lightly at first, then passionately. I was shocked when she returned his kiss.
He opened his eyes as they kissed and looked at me, watching to see what my reaction was I suppose.
I tried to look calm, but I am glad he couldn't see my real reaction under the table. I would have been very embarrassed if he knew how exciting I found the little show that they were putting on. As he kissed Lynne, his eyes still locked on mine, his right hand came around and slid slowly but confidently up Lynne's thigh.
She didn't fight him at all. Her legs parted slightly and I watched his large fingers moving over the silky panel covering her sweet pussy.
I knew I should put a stop to this. It just seemed like once I had let it get this far the option was no longer mine. Besides, I couldn't help it, I was enjoying watching. I don't think it even occurred to me that it would go any farther than this casual groping in the club.
I glanced over at Jerry and he was watching with a look on his face that bordered on ... no it didn't border on, he was looking at me with obvious disdain. I had tried to engage him in conversation while Rob and Lynne were on the dance floor but he had just nodded and ignored me. I guess he didn't think much of any man who would let another man kiss his wife and feel her up right in front of him.
I looked back at Lynne just in time to see her have an orgasm! Rob's left hand was roughly mauling her breast and his right hand was inside her panties now. His tongue was ravaging her cute little mouth. I had no doubt that if Rob had put her up on the table and tried to fuck her right there she would have let him. He didn't do that, but he did slide her panties off and hold them up to his nose and sniff them while he smiled at me. Then he sat them down beside his drink.
When Lynne had recovered from her orgasm she opened her eyes and looked at me sheepishly. I smiled at her and she smiled back, relieved that I wasn't upset I suppose. Then Rob was pulling her out of the booth and back to the dance floor.
As soon as they started dancing Rob began swinging her around and it was obvious to anyone watching that Lynne was not wearing panties now. Quite a few people were watching. They danced two fast dances and then a slow dance.
During the slow dance Rob's hands slid under the back of Lynne's dress and held the cheeks of her ass while they danced. Her ass was totally exposed, except where his large hands covered it. She had to know it. But she pressed against him and buried her face against his chest and let him do anything he wanted.
When the dance ended they came back to the table. Rob said, "I think it's time to go. You ready Jerry?"
Jerry nodded and Rob turned to me and said, "Come on Davie boy, Lynne tells me you are the designated driver."
I wanted to ask where we were going, or where the hell they thought they were going. I didn't. I don't know why. I guess because it seemed obvious I was going to have one of my dearest fantasies fulfilled. I was going to see Lynne get fucked. I didn't know the half of it!
We paid our tabs and Rob put Lynne's panties in his pocket. Rob put his arm around Lynne and his hand went back under her skirt and came to rest on her ass. He turned and walked through the crowd, heading for the entrance. I was behind them and could see a lot of her ass that wasn't covered by his hand. So could everyone we walked past on the way out. Jerry was following behind me.
Lynne pointed out where we had parked and we went to our car. We had to wait a few minutes while Rob backed Lynne up against the car and took her hand and pressed it against the large bulge in the front of his pants. While she moved her hand over that impressive bulge he kissed her and moved his hands over her body freely.
I wanted to get this out of such a public venue as quickly as possible. I went around to the driver's door and got in. Jerry got in behind me and then the other back door opened and Lynne was pushed into the center. Rob got in beside Lynne and shut the door. He looked at me and said, "Home, Davie boy!"
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