Almost twenty years of marriage, and her husband had finally brought her to the nicest restaurant in town. She couldn't believe they were here. She couldn't believe where they were going. She couldn't believe how many bottles of expensive wine they'd already had.
The plan was simple, but she couldn't help but be a little nervous.
Returning to her table, there was Adam, signing the check and rising to greet her.
"Ready?" he asked, smiling ear to ear.
"Yes," Angie muttered, picking up her wine glass and slamming back the last of it.
"Great!" Adam exclaimed, putting his hand on the small of her back and moving her toward the door.
Moments later, the valet was pulling around Adam's brand new, glittering black German sedan.
He'd wanted it for so long, Angie thought as she slid into the passenger seat, and now that he'd made partner, money seemed to no longer be a problem for them. Not to say they had no problems, but that was kind of the point of the night, wasn't it?
As the piloted the car through downtown, Angie watched as the orange street lights cast shadow across her shiny smooth legs. This dress was so short, but she'd promised to make the night special, and so far he'd more than held up his end of the bargain.
Is that what is was, she wondered. A bargain. How had they gotten here? How had she agreed. What had she agreed to, precisely?
It had started almost a year earlier. As any couple together so long knows, there are ups and downs. He'd been in the last stages of trying to make partner, and so stressed. She'd left her job to be a stay-at-home mom, and the transition hadn't been easy. Things had just gotten so hard, and sex was the first thing to go.
It was one of those things where a week went by, and then two, and before they knew it, a month. Things weren't good, but they resolved to try. First, she bought some skimpy lingerie, and that helped a little, and then they tried some role playing, but they both felt silly.
Then one night he'd come home with a surprise. She'd never really seen any porn before, but she agreed to watch it with him. She tried so hard not to be judgmental, but she was surprised by his selection. It was all men sharing their wives. Was that what he was into? Then he'd bought a couple of toys, and that definitely did spice things up. He got so exited using it on her, and she had to admit, she liked the way he reacted. She really, really liked the way he reacted.
Finally, one night, in the middle of sex, she asked him if that's what he was into. She was just playing along, trying to introduce a little dirty talk, but he went completely crazy in a very good way. Before long, every time they were having sex, he was asking her to talk about pretending to be with someone else. It made her feel a little weird, not bad exactly, but not normal.
Then, one night, just a few weeks ago, he asked if she'd really do it. She said no, of course, and that she'd just been playing along to keep things spicy, but he seemed so down after. They didn't have sex for two weeks after that, and she wasn't sure what to do, so she'd made an offer; they'd go out for dinner, and dancing, and maybe she'd dance with someone else. She could almost see him get hard, when she suggested it. Only dancing, she'd told him, and he agreed.
He planned the whole thing. First, dinner at the nicest place in town, and then they'd go to a club she'd never ever heard of, not that married mothers of two were exactly in the know with the nightlife.
They arrived at one-story building just on the outskirts of downtown, where the bright city lights give way to the old warehouse district. The street outside was bathed in neon lights, young girls in tiny dresses and heels standing around in line, as clueless young men gawked. Adam again placed his hand on the small of her back, guiding her toward the door.
Handing a slip of paper to the bouncer, he nodded and opened the velvet rope. She'd never jumped a line anywhere, and she definitely felt like a VIP. As soon as they walked past the door, she could feel the bass thumping along the walls of a long, dark corridor. Through another door, and the room opened up into a flurry of light and sound.
She hadn't been in a club like this since she was in college. A pretty girl in a very skimpy outfit shook Adam's hand, and smiled at her. The girl led them up a small set of stairs, and to a small table along a balcony. Angie felt so important as the settled into their seats.
The table was high above a large dance floor. Below, a few groups women moved to the rhythm in a pool of colorful lights. Around the edges of the dance floor, youngish looking men drank their beers and watched.
"Baby, this is amazing!" she shouted, leaning across the table so Adam could hear.
He smiled, and then said something to the girl. She nodded and disappeared, returning a few moments later with a bottle of vodka and practically a bar full of mixers and juices. Adam poured her a drink and handed it to her.
Angie sipped the drink and watched the dance floor below. It was fun to feel young again, she thought, and having the money for the VIP experience was certainly better.
She finished her drink, and the girl quickly refilled her glass. She was definitely starting to feel the drinks, and remembering the point of the evening, she was feeling her confidence build.
Leaning across the table, as seductively as possible, she looked at her husband. "So," she started, "why did you pick this table?"
"You know why," Adam teased, leaning closer. "So I can watch your moves on the dance floor."
"Mmmm" Angie purred in reply. "Did you ask for it specially."
Adam nodded.
"Well then," Angie said, kissing her husband on the cheek. Picking up her glass, she finished her drink, and rose to her feet. Giving him a wink, she turned around and started making her way down to the dance floor. She could feel the alcohol pulsing in her veins, her head getting lighter and lighter. She was such a lightweight, she though, as she slowly wound her way down multiple flights of stairs.
Eventually, she found herself at the edge of the floor. She felt a little self conscious, and looking up towards the balcony, she realized she couldn't see Adam without getting out in the middle of the floor. Pushing past a few groups, she waded out to the middle, finding a little space to stop.
The bass thumped in her chest, and looking up, she could finally see Adam. He was leaning against the railing, drink in hand, searching for her. Eventually, he found her. She could see him beaming from all the way down here.
Angie started swaying her body to the music. Looking around, she realized she had to be at least ten years older than any of the men on the dance floor. What, exactly, as her plan, she wondered. Maybe just watching her dance would be enough, she reason.
Then she felt a large presence right in front of her. A man, probably in his late 20s, she figured, was dancing right in front of her. The first instinct was to push him away, but looking back up at Adam, she could see him watching her. She could practically feel his eyes on her skin.
He was tall, with sandy blonde hair swept back over his head. Dressed all in a black suit, his black dress shirt was only half buttoned. She could see muscles rippling in the swirling lights. If she was going to dance with a stranger to turn on her husband, it might as well be a good looking guy, she reasoned.
Angie smiled at him, which was all the encouragement he needed. Moving forward, he moved close to her. It felt awkward, dancing with a strange man, and Angie wasn't sure what to do. Her arms felt gangly and weird, hanging by her side. He moved even closer, his body almost pressing against his.
Trying to remember how she danced with men all those years ago, Angie turned so she was facing toward Adam, turning her back to her dance partner. She felt him push up against her, the thump of the music pulsing through both their bodies. She startled a little when she felt his hands on her hips. They were big and strong, and she had to admit, she liked the way they were holding her, almost directing her movements.
His hands slid up her sides, and then back to her hips. Angie looked up and could just make out Adam in the darkness. She could feel the intensity in his stare, as he looked down upon her. She was sure he was already rock hard, and the thought of what he was going to do to her when they got home made her skin tingle. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all, she thought.
Encouraged by how she was sure her husband felt, she pushed herself back against her dance partner. He responded, holding her hips more tightly as he ground his hips against her backside. She couldn't help but admit that she liked the way his hands felt on her, his body pressing up against hers.
Then she felt it, pressed against her, nuzzling its way between her ass cheeks. This man she didn't know, who she was just dancing with for fun, was rock hard. She started to pull away, but he was holding her hips against him. Looking up, trying to decide what to do, she could just barely make out her husband, high above the dance floor. She could see him smile at her, and nod. If he was enjoying it, if she was enjoying it, what was the harm, she reasoned.
She couldn't help but get turned on by the way he was grinding himself against her. Another man, a complete stranger, was practically pleasuring himself with her, she thought, and instead of the idea making her run, it made her tingle.
Then she felt one of his hands brushing her hair aside, and he gave her a little kiss on the neck. There was nothing on earth that turned her on like having her neck kissed, and as she closed her eyes, she hoped Adam could see. She knew, that he would know, what it was probably doing to her.
The music pounding through her body, Angie's slid her hands down her sides, her fingers wrapping themselves around the bottom of her dress. The way he felt against her was intoxicating, and she found herself suddenly fighting a battle she never expected. She felt like she shouldn't go further, that she should find her husband and take him home and fuck his brains out, but something was keeping her right where she was. Looking up and seeing Adam through the fog again, her hands slowly moved back, pulling the stranger back against her.
His hips felt strong, she thought, as her fingers sunk into him. The way his body was moving with, and against hers, was perfect. He shifted himself ever so slightly, and she could feel it brush up against her hand. As his lips found her neck again, Angie didn't think, she just reacted. Her fingers moved as if on their own, and she gently rubbed him through his pants. It felt so big, so thick, she thought. It couldn't be, she told herself, as she repositioned herself to put him back into the middle of her ass.
He held her firm as he rubbed himself up and down her ass, using himself to push her dress higher. She couldn't believe how turned on she was, she almost forgot where she was, or what she was doing.
Then he spun her around, almost effortlessly. Wrapping his arms around her, he leaned in and kissed her. Telling herself she was really giving Adam the show he wanted, her lips parted as his tongue found its way into her mouth. She hadn't kissed another man in twenty years, but here was was, making out with a stranger in the middle of a crowded dance floor. He pushed himself back against her, and she could feel his hardness against her lower stomach. Angie wrapped her arms around him and held him close, pushing her body against his in time to the music.
She didn't know how long they stood there, making out amidst the light and the music, but eventually he pulled himself away. Gazing deeply into her eyes, he took her by the hand and led her through the crowd. She wasn't sure where he was taking her, and she thought she should stop him, but something was drawing her with him, past sweaty bodies, and towards the far end of the dance floor.
In the back of the room, there was a small door she hadn't noticed before. He pushed the door open, and then walked into a small room. A large security guard was standing there, and nodded them through another unmarked door, and down a flight of stairs. Angie felt like she was in a trance, her body moving without her, as they made their way down and around a corner, through another door.
The room they entered was bathed in red light. To one side, she could see a girl with her skirt hiked up, a tall black man drilling her from behind. Beside her, another girl was on her knees, sucking a man's cock.
Angie couldn't believe what she was seeing. Everywhere she looked, couples were having hot, sweaty, dirty sex in groups of two, three, and more. As the man led her through the room, she saw a girl on a small table, a man at each end, a cock in each hand. Did Adam know what this place was, she wondered, as she continued to follow the stranger through the crowd.
Music blared as they made their way back to an empty couch, in the corner. The man turned to her and resumed dancing with her, his strong hand puling her hair back and resuming their kiss. A voice, deep in the back of her head, screamed she had to leave, but the sensation of his lips against hers made it impossible. She felt his hands down near her hips, pulling her dress up until it was halfway up her body. She could feel the warm air as it hit her skin, suddenly conscious she hadn't worn any underwear.
Then he dropped her dress, and pulled her down to sit next to him on the couch. It was all happening so quickly, she found herself unable to resist, as he continued kissing her, his hand sliding up her leg. Her knees parted, as his strong fingers moved quickly up her thigh, finding her gushing wet womanhood. She moaned as he slid his fingers between her lips, certain she was going to orgasm immediately.
She opened her eyes, and then she saw him. Sitting just across from them, on another small couch, was her husband. He was looking at her so intensely. Did he have this planned all along, she wondered, as he rose and walked towards her. Leaning down, he kissed her neck, and then whispered in her ear, "don't let me interrupt."
She started to speak, to tell her to scoop her up and take her away, as the stranger turned her head to him and started to kiss her, his finger rubbing her clit. Her hips pushed against him, as he slid a thick finger into her. She couldn't help but grind her hips against his hand, her breathing getting deeper and deeper.
She felt him move her hand to his lap, handing her something thick. She could barely wrap her fingers around it, as she started to stroke him. He was so long an hard, it made her hips push against his hand even harder.
Then he stopped kissing her, and pulled her dress over her head. There she sat, completely naked, exposed in a room full of people having sex. She couldn't believe where she was, as her partner stood up and undressed himself. Sitting back down on the couch, he grabbed her by the hips and practically tossed her over a small coffee table.
Angie looked straight into her husband's eyes, as the stranger positioned himself behind just right, and slid himself straight into her. She could feel herself stretch wide, her face twisting as she screamed into the pulsing music. She'd never felt anything so big, so thick, and so hard. She didn't think she could take it, as he slowly started to fuck her from behind. Her pussy coated his every inch, as he slowly slid deeper and deeper.
Looking up again, Adam had unfastened his pants, and was stroking himself. Climbing over to her, he slid his cock into her mouth. The familiarity of it, while a strange man had her from behind, was perfect. Angie's body shook as she started to cum, her pussy gripping him as he slid in and out of her.
Her husband disappeared from her mouth as the stranger pulled her off the table. He sat back onto the couch, and guided him atop her. Angie positioned her hips above him, and slowly slid herself back down onto him. Kissing him, he played with her large, firm breasts as she started to slid up and down his shaft. She'd never felt so full and sexy, as she raised and lowered herself onto him. It was unlike anything she'd ever felt, and she started moving faster and faster, until she was practically driving herself into him. She could feel her ass cheeks bounce, her tits matching in rhythm, as her body enjoyed every inch.
She thought she was about to cum, as his hands grabbed her hips and held her still. Driving himself into her, he pounded her pussy like she'd never felt in her life. It was as if she was splitting her entire body in two, this strange man mercilessly using her.
She thought she might cum again as she heard him grunt, driving his full length all the way up into her. Then she felt it. A hard twitch, and the sexy sensation of his seed splashing deep into her. Her body pulsed, her womb contracting to take him in, her body rocking in the hardest, most intense orgasm of her entire life.
His cock pulsed for the longest time, before he lifted her off of him. She could feel his seed leaking out of her, falling back onto his cock. Pushing her off of him, she felt a presence rise over her. It was Adam, his hand rocking his own dick, stroking himself as he shot a long, thick rope of cum onto her tits and face. Angie panted as Adam covered her in cum, both sides of her covered in thick, sticky man.
Angie panted as she tried to catch her breath. She couldn't believe what she'd just done, how out of control she'd felt. Adam fell back onto the couch next to her, panting himself.
Soon, the waitress they'd had upstairs appeared, carrying a tray with a stack of small, wet, delightfully warm towels.
"Looks like you enjoyed yourself" she said, smiling and handing Angie one of the towels.
Angie used them to clean herself. The stranger had disappeared. Only her husband, his pants around his ankles, a naughty smile on his face, remained. He helped clean her up, and helped her back into her dress. Taking her by the hand, he led her out a side door, a valet pulling their car around.
As the pulled out of the parking lot, she felt Adam's hand parting her legs. Leaning back, she let him put a finger into her, a stranger's cum still coating her insides. Adam fingered her all the way home, before bending her over the hood of the car and fucking her in their garage. He fucked her like he never had before, like she was a piece of meat to be used. He slapped her ass. He called her names. She screamed out in pleasure. Their sex life was never, ever the same.
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