Dancing for the Law
Copyright© 2025 by Ariana
Chapter 3
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 3 - "Dancing for the Law" is a true story from my time in Arkansas, where I worked at a BBQ restaurant. One of the owners constantly flirted with me. One afternoon, overwhelmed by desire, I finally gave in. This was my first experience having sex outside my marriage, and I was apprehensive about how Will would react when he found out.
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual True Story Workplace Group Sex Massage Oral Sex
As the evening wore on and the sky transformed into a deep indigo, I realized I needed to head home. Gerald, an intimate friend from work, along with his companion, affectionately nicknamed “Stick” – a moniker that seemed to fit his tall and slender frame or possibly other attributes – expressed a desire to join me at my house for a little celebration. I asked Sharon if she wanted to call her husband and come out to our house, but she begged off, claiming she was tired and just wanted to go home.
“It’s still early enough for some fun,” I replied with enthusiasm.
Reaching for my phone, I dialed Will, my husband, to give him a heads-up about our unexpected guests. He responded immediately, a hint of excitement in his voice. Within moments, I could envision him darting around the house, straightening up the living room, lighting the fireplace, and setting out a few flickering candles. I could almost smell the inviting aroma of wood smoke mingling with the fresh scent of the candles as he adjusted the dim mood lighting to create a cozy and relaxed atmosphere – the perfect backdrop after a day filled with hard work and lively enjoyment.
As I anticipated their arrival, I realized we had plenty of beer stocked in the fridge. However, Gerald, ever the party enthusiast, decided to swing by a nearby convenience store to grab an additional 12-pack. Moments later, he pulled into my driveway, with Stick not far behind, both of them wearing grins that suggested they were ready for a night of laughter, camaraderie, and my teasing. The excitement in the air was palpable as we prepared to unwind and let the evening unfold.
Will already knew Gerald, as we were invited out to Gerald’s house a couple of weeks ago, and all got into the hot tub, and eventually it turned into a threesome. I want to introduce you to Stick, Gerald’s friend, whom I met for the first time tonight.
We all settled onto the soft, inviting floor, perched on a lovely blue and white quilt that I had spread out over the plush shag carpet. The warm glow of the fireplace flickered around us, casting dancing shadows and creating a cozy atmosphere as we relaxed and sipped our incredible beers. After about half an hour of easy conversation filled with laughter and shared stories, I decided it was time for a change. I excused myself, informing the guys that I was going to slip out of my work attire and into something more comfortable.
In my bedroom, I chose a bold red negligee, its delicate transparency promising allure, and paired it with a matching G-string that seemed to hug every curve. Stepping back into the living room, I felt a surge of confidence as the soft fabric clung to my skin. The moment I entered, an enchanting hush fell over the group, leaving them momentarily speechless. I could see their eyes widen, each of them taking in the sight with a mix of surprise and admiration.
When the silence broke, compliments flowed freely, each one a boost to my spirit. Will, perhaps unable to contain his excitement, jumped up to fetch another round of beers. Upon his return, the warmth in the room was palpable as he distributed the drinks, the atmosphere crackling with an unspoken energy. He couldn’t resist reaching out, his hand gently rubbing my back, a simple gesture that sent a thrill through me as we all settled into the evening, now imbued with new and electrifying tension.
I told Will that the back rub he was giving me felt amazing, especially after the long and demanding day I’d had. Feeling adventurous, I suggested that all three of them join in for a relaxing massage. Without hesitation, they agreed, and I carefully turned over onto my stomach, eager for the pampering to begin.
Will took the lead, skillfully kneading into my back, while Gerald and Stick attended to one of my legs each. As I lay there, I could feel the gentle pressure against my skin and the warmth of their hands. I was wearing a bright red thong, and in a playful moment, Will carefully pulled down the fabric, exposing my butt cheeks to the air. The sensation of the massage was intoxicating; each kneading and stroke sent ripples of pleasure through my body, and I found myself becoming more and more aroused.