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Brenda at the Dance Club
by Sam Grant (samgrant1865@hotmail.com)
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Brenda and her husband John enjoy a night of dancing,
though in different ways. (MF, wife-exh, husb-voy,
public-sex, swingers)
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"What do you think?" Brenda gave a spin. John, who had
been sitting on the bed watching her dress, gave her a
soft wolf whistle.
"Unbelievable, hon," he replied. "You will get a lot
of attention tonight."
Brenda gave him an appreciative smile, and turned back
to the mirror to put the last touches on her make up.
She was dressed in her white silk blouse, and short
black skirt. Her freshly shaved legs were uncovered,
softly tanned, toned, long, sexy. When she bent over,
it was pretty clear that the only garments she wore
that night were the blouse, skirt and shoes.
"God, I want you right now," John said, his voice
husky.
"You'll want me more later, if you wait," Brenda
teased. She gave John a quick kiss, not wanting to
ruin her makeup. "Patience, you know I'm right."
John sighed regretfully, but knew she was right. He
knew what would happen at the club, and knew what
would happen when they got home. He just wanted the
getting home part to be happening right NOW.
He followed Brenda to the car, gentlemanly opening the
door for her. As she got in, she made sure to give him
a full view of her freshly shaved pussy. He could see
she was already wet in anticipation. John closed the
door, walked to the driver side, and got in. He half
hoped Brenda would give him a blow job on the way, but
knew she wouldn't. She knew how to tease him, how to
make him wild with desire for her.
They didn't talk much on the way to the club. Pulling
up, the valet opened Brenda's door. John was sure he
was treating him to the same view he'd just gotten.
The look on the valet's face was priceless as John
handed over the keys.
Brenda waited for John to join her, and they entered
the club together. Their table had been reserved,
right by the dance floor. They sat down and John
ordered drinks. The floor was already crowded, the
live band loud and hot. John looked around, and as
always concluded there was no one in the place to
match his wife.
The drinks came. Brenda was sipping hers when the
young man approached. "Not dancing?" He asked her.
Ignoring John.
"No one has asked me yet," she replied, giving him a
sidelong look, followed by a quick glance at his
groin. John knew, she was sizing him up.
"What a shame, no one has asked you to dance," said
the stranger, looking for the first time at John. "Why
do you not dance with her?"
"I don't dance," John lied. Tonight was not about him
dancing with Brenda.
"May I then?" He was asking John.
"My wife is her own person, and she does as she
pleases. If you wish to dance with her, then I suggest
you ask her, and not me."
A little confused, but still persistent, the young man
turned his attention back to Brenda. "May I have this
dance?"
Brenda had been sizing him up the entire time his
attention had been on John. This boy was maybe 20
years old. Over 6 feet tall, his waist was slim, his
butt firm. Under his shirt she could see his muscles
rippling. His tight pants displayed a rather large
bulge that hinted to her that he would do quite
nicely.
"This dance, and maybe more," she responded in her
breathiest voice. Rising from her chair, she put her
hand in the boy's hand, and he led her to the floor.
She made sure not to get to far into the middle. John
needed to see everything that happened. He took her
right hand in his left, and wrapped his right arm
around her, while her left arm went behind his waist.
The boy could dance, what a relief. A good dancer
always made it better. John watched from the table as
the boy led his wife around the floor. He noted of
course that as they danced, Brenda got closer and
closer, eventually letting go his hand, and putting
both her hands around his neck. Her soft breasts were
rubbing against his chest, and he could see her hips
so close to his.
Both his hands were around her waist now, as they
danced closer and closer. John could see that now
Brenda's head rested on his shoulder, her lips
brushing his neck. Her breasts now pressed tightly to
his chest as they continued to move to the music. He
pulled her closer, their hips now pressed tightly
together. John imagined that Brenda was feeling his
very hard erection against her mound by now.
They turned slightly, the boy's back was to John. He
could see Brenda's hands gripping his back, fingers
flexing. She was aroused, and John was sure her juices
were running. As they continued to turn, John saw that
the boy's hands were now gripping Brenda's ass,
pulling her against him. His hips were moving against
her, no doubt dry humping her. Brenda looked John in
the eye, and smiled. He saw her moving her mouth to
the boy's earlobe, kissing then sucking on it.
The boy's hands moved over Brenda's ass like he owned
her, and of course she did not stop him. And then he
slipped a hand under her skirt, discovering her
smooth, bare ass. John's own arousal was becoming
painful. How he would have loved to simply pull out
his cock and begin stroking it right there.
Brenda was grinding her pelvis against the boy now,
with both his hands under her skirt. He moved one hand
around to the front, still under her skirt. Brenda's
eyes closed in ecstasy, her head falling backward,
biting her lower lip. John knew that look. The boy's
finger was already in her dripping pussy.
The only tension for John was how would it end. He had
his preference of course, but it was up to Brenda and
the boy. She saw her whispering in his ear, and then
she looked at John again, with a wicked smile.
The boy was fumbling at his pants, trying to be
discreet. But anyone watching them knew what he was
doing, knew what they were about to do. Brenda bit her
lip again in anticipation, and wrapped her leg around
the boy's waist. John could hear her gasp where he
sat, as clearly the boy's cock penetrated her pussy.
The two continued to sway, now fucking each other to
the music. She would tell John later the boy's size.
He hoped he was huge. That's what Brenda loved.
For several minute Brenda and the boy swayed around
the dance floor, his cock buried in her, neither
caring if anyone saw or watched. Indeed, John knew
Brenda's desire to be seen and admired. She was
clearly orgasming constantly on that boy's cock. He
could see it in her beautiful face, made more
beautiful and sexy by her wanton lust.
The boy was slowing his dancing, and then still. John
watched as the boy's buttocks tightened. He could hear
the boy groaning, as he pumped Brenda's wife's cunt
full of his hot cum. Brenda held him tight as he did,
milking as much as she could from him. Savoring the
feel of his cock in her.
And then they were done. The boy had zipped his pants.
He was leading Brenda back to the table, the boy a
little apprehensive, having just fucked John's wife on
the dance floor, wondering if John would be angry.
John kept his face passive, refusing to let the boy
know that not only was it OK to fuck Brenda, it was
what they came for, and he had been simply used. John
started to stand, ready to leave now.
But Brenda put her hand on his shoulder, and looked at
the boy. "No, I'm not ready to leave," she said. Then
looking at the boy, she asked, "Do you have any
friends who might like to dance with me?"
END
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