Chapter 1: Dance
Ian and Dora felt rather out of place on the dance-floor. It had been many years since either of them had graced a nightclub, and they were both feeling a bit old and silly. They had decided to spice things up with a night on the town. Fifteen years of marriage and parenting and they had felt like it was time for a new adventure.
Now, they were not so sure.
“I’m going to sit down,” Ian yelled. Why did the the music - if you could even call it that - have to be so loud? “My legs have had enough for now!”
Dora shook her head. ”You sit down then. I’m here to dance; and dance I will!”
Ian laughed and shuffled over to a nearby table. That way, he could still watch Dora as she danced. He loved her so much. After all these years, he still found her sexy. More so than ever before.
They had been planning this night out for months. He had opened up to her in bed one night and since then the sex had been fantastic. Even better than before - if such was possible.
Now it was time to see if their plans - his deepest fantasies - would come to fruition.
It didn’t take long for Dora - a now seemingly single lady - to attract attention. Ian looked on as several dancing men and women began to eye his dancing wife. She looked amazing, he thought. So sexy; so assured.
By the time the next song started, a thumping dance track Ian had never heard before, a youngish man had sidled up beside Dora and had begun to dance in step with her.
Dora looked over to Ian, looking for a signal, a sign - a look that said everything was going to be alright.
Ian just smiled and nodded at her. She licked her lips at him and began to really dance.
She rubbed her body against the young man, who didn’t take much encouraging. His hands were on her bum within seconds.
Dora looked at her husband one more time before plunging in for the kiss. It started slowly - she hadn’t kissed another person in over a decade and a half, for goodness sake - but she quickly warmed to it.
Ian sat in a daze as he watched his wife snog this youngish man. Her mouth was now a frenzied red blur - her tongue a glistening, probing delight. Dora’s mouth slid in time with that of the stranger and she looked hungry; eager.
As her kissing grew in intensity, Ian could feel the front of his jeans growing too. His cock throbbed against his zipper as he watched his wife lick the man’s neck. He loved the way she would occasionally glance at him as the kissing and licking continued. He was imagining the smell of it; the taste of it; the feel. He had always loved the idea of watching his wife do all the things he loved her to do to him, but this was way better than any fantasy.
Dora allowed the man to squeeze her bum and rub her thighs as she lost herself in a tumult of tongues and lips. She knew Ian was enjoying what he was watching. The big stupid grin on his face and the distinct bulge in his jeans were all the proof she needed to know that he was definitely savouring this moment.
The youngish man was also enjoying himself. Dora had felt him harden against her leg as they snogged and gyrated in time with the pulsating beat. She looked longingly over to her husband as she roughly pushed her hands against the now throbbing crotch of her unknown dancing partner. The youngish man sighed into her mouth as she began to rub him - hard and slow to begin with. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, delighting in the warm taste of maleness that oozed from him; feeling a tingle as she glanced at Ian and saw that he now had his hands inside his jeans; a eutrophic glaze over his eyes.
She danced with the youngish man - still snogging; still rubbing - for a while longer. It felt like forever and yet no time at all: Dora was lost in the moment, but she never stopped looking over to Ian to make sure he was still okay with what she was doing. From his face, she knew he was.
Dora began to unzip the youngish man and he didn’t resist. The dance-floor was so busy: nobody but her husband would notice what she was doing. Her fingers reached inside and immediately felt the stiffness of the young man’s cock. She pulled on it and felt him grunt into her mouth. She kissed harder and faster as she tugged on her dance partner, hungrily kissing and sucking at his mouth.
She pulled away from his kisses only momentarily to lick her palm. She did this slowly and deliberately, glancing at Ian as she did so. She then took her deliciously sticky palm and forced the young man to lick it too. He did - with great force and passion.
Dora then took her now slick hand and began tugging at the youngish man’s cock once more, only this time her hand glided with ease along the throbbing shaft. The kissing began again as she wanked him hard and fast.
She could feel the man’s breathing become more ragged - his lips moving frenetically - so she rubbed more urgently than before.
Ian looked on in stunned amazement as his wife took charge of the situation. He loved how fast her mouth was slipping and sliding in time with the youngish man’s; he loved how hard she appeared to be yanking at the man’s cock. He could see its slick wetness and he knew he could have watched this forever.
Dora felt the young man’s legs start to quiver and she knew she was almost there. She nibbled his lips, kissed his nose, licked his cheek - did all the things Ian loved - as she felt the cock in her hand explode in a thick and powerful jet of come. Some went on her hand; but most landed on the floor.
When his spurting was finally done, Dora stopped kissing the young man. She licked the last of his come from her hand, gave him a quick hug and then left him to slowly make his way back to his friends.
Ian enveloped Dora in the warmest of embraces when she came over and sat with him. He wanted her to feel safe; to know that everything was ok with them - better than ok - and that it always would be.
“I love you so much,” he said as he pulled her in for a kiss. He could still smell the man’s aftershave on her; taste the kisses. “Let’s go home now. Let’s fuck like there’s no tomorrow.”
But there were plenty of tomorrows. And they were wondrous. |
