Swirling a half turn to the left, then fully swiveling to the right and moving back in the opposite direction, her hips seductively moved forward and back again enticing him as he sat in the chair watching. She was wearing thick, black dance tights with a tan cotton blouse that was longer on the sides, reaching to her thighs and in front and back exposing her buttocks and pelvic area. Small beads sewed onto the ends of the shirt bounced as she moved and the longer sides of the shirt enhanced every swivel. Her seductive dance was meant to turn him on and create in him a heat that would make him want her. Knowing what it was like to be within her, stroking her inner most region with his hard cock and filling her with his cum, only brought him further into his own beastly need to consume her.
Her arms held out away from her body, bent slightly at the elbow, moved slowly as she gyrated to the jazzy rock music. With shoulders slightly moving up and down and forward and back seductively, enhancing the overall effect of her dance, her movement flowed gracefully. With her hips and pelvis working magic upon his brain, hardening his cock, she moved even faster at moments so that he could picture her riding his cock with the same movement. Her breast gently moved as he pictured them above him and that view of them filled him with the need to grab them with both hands and squeeze, having the excess breast filling the space between his fingers and overflowing around his hands even though they were large hands. Her dance, exotic and in many ways quite like a belly dance, blended two styles of dance and made him lust after her and his lust was exactly what she wanted of him.
She had perfected her dance style many years before, keeping whole bars full of men enraptured with her seductive movement. Lost in the music, she moved as it dictated, letting it all flow through her as if she were a part of it. Everyone around her would turn to watch her enjoying herself and putting on a welcomed show. For anyone who had ever seen her dance, wanted nothing more than to continue to watch her, until the moment they wanted to fuck her! Men and women alike watched her every move often in envy of being able to dance as she did and envious of who ever actually got to fuck her.
Her dance was not dirty dancing and there was nothing classless or raw about it. She was a class act that was provocative, with an erotic technique that put her in a class all her own. There was no competition, for her swivel was like none other. Others had tried to copy it and so far, no one had been able to. It was everything she did in movement that made it all work toward the end she wanted. Dancing was a part of her soul and the fact that her dance enticed most around her only made it more fulfilling for her. She danced in her own greed for the feel good and the fact that it pleased others was even more to her liking because she was empowered by the fact that she controlled the room environment.
To say she enjoyed the tease was putting it lightly! It was a heady experience to be able to capture the attention of everyone in a room and then make them want you!
As his wife and dominant danced before him, he sat tied to the circular chair, unable to move even slightly. Nude and hungry for her, she knew by sight alone exactly how much he wanted her. He wasn't even able to speak, as she had ball gagged him. She had done this before and had driven him mad with lust for her, but eventually she would straddle him and ride him hard and he looked forward to the end of his torment. Until that moment, he would both love and hate how he felt.
As she danced over to the bed, not missing a beat or a turn of the hip, she grabbed a long silk scarf and danced her way to him. His hungry eyes took her in as she came close enough for him to get a whiff of her perfume and his eyes closed thinking of the pleasure he was about to receive. She covered his eyes with the scarf and gave a bell-like-tinkle of a laugh.
Just when the song ended, the bedroom door opened and he turned his head and tried to shake off the scarf, to see who was entering their bedroom, shocked at what was happening. She didn't look away and stood there with a wry grin upon her face, waiting for his reaction to her surprise. The unknown man strode over to his wife and wrapped his arm around her waist as he sat there dumbfounded that this stranger was there and now holding his wife. He could say nothing; could do nothing but watch everything as it took place. He wanted to scream in frustration and yet something boiled up in him that also thrilled him as a strangeness of emotion he had never known before took hold of him.
The next song started and his wife and this stranger moved a few inches away and stated moving against one another in an intimate and very sexual dance of lust. As his wife gyrated against this huge stranger, she slowly lifted his tee shirt and pulled it over his head and nuzzled at his nipple for a moment before she continued her dance against him. Within moments the stranger started unbuttoning his wife's blouse as she pulled the strangers hips closer to her and moved against his now hard cock. All he could do was sit and watch as his beloved wife enjoyed with another, what he wanted to take pleasure in.
Very quickly the man had removed his wife's blouse and tossed it so that it fell upon his head. He shook it from him, wanting to see what was happening between his wife and this blond Adonis. He didn't want to see it! It was painful and yet he was alive with stimulation of mind and body! He wanted to cry and at the same time he wanted the torment to never end. Overcome with shame and disgust for himself with his desire to watch, knowing there was nothing he could do, but sit there and feel it all.
His wife lowered herself in a kneeling position in front of the man, her mouth only inches from his cock and then she mouthed it through his jeans. After she had played with his cock through his jeans she moved back, smiled at her husband and turned to undo the man's jeans. She unzipped them and loosened them around his hips and pulled them down to his ankles and helped him step out of them. As he did so, she took his cock within her mouth, wetting his cock as only he knew she would do for ease of slipping her mouth up and down upon it. His eyes closed in remembrance of what this talented woman could do to a cock and then he had to open them again not able to bear not seeing how she would suck this other man off.
After she licked and sucked his huge cock for quite a while and the man responded with low growls, she pulled away and stood. The blond stranger pulled her to him and kissed her as his free hand started tugging at her tights. He wanted to whimper in his torment but held it bound within him, just as he was bound to the damn chair. They moved from one another's lips long enough to finish removing his wife's tights and step out of them. Once they were both nude only inches from him, still taking in the aroma of her perfume, the huge man took her into his arms and lifted her legs to carry her to his bed.
He laid her sideways on the bed and spread her legs wide so that he could see his wife spread eagled. Her pussy lips parted and he could see her wetness glistening in her heat for another man. The man's buttocks, firm and full, flexed as did his legs as he moved over his wife, cock pushing against her to enter her wet pussy. He could see the big and hard cock move into his wife and if he could have sucked air through his mouth he would have. Instead as the man entered his wife, his nostrils seemed to close and wouldn't allow him enough air. He struggled against the ball gag and tried to catch enough air to continue watching his wife take pleasure in this stranger. And taking pleasure she was, for she seemed to moan from the moment the bastard entered her!
They fucked hard and fast, panting, moaning, groaning and gasping without any notice of him. It was thrilling to watch this man take his wife and dominant and yet at the same time, it was tormenting. He was jealous and yet turned on and with all the conflicting emotions he wasn't sure what he should feel. He only knew he couldn't close his eyes or look away!
It seemed an eternity before they both grabbed at one another, grunting in animalistic need and climaxed together, both of them crying out loudly.
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Tears slid down his face as the man gathered his clothes and dressed and headed for the door while his wife lay on the bed watching him with a look of lust fulfilled. She enjoyed watching the large man who had so greatly pleased her. It tormented him because he wasn't sure he had ever been able to fill her so well and give her such a cum. Yet at the same time he was happy for her. If he wasn't able to please her like the Adonis had, then she deserved whatever she could get from him!
