KNOCKOUT
Ch. 9: Dirty Dancing - Sunday p.m.
The music kept playing throughout the day as they went about their various tasks and bit by bit Tim was finding the grooves behind the rap lyrics and figuring out the time signatures for the hip hop numbers. Whenever their paths crossed, they'd stop to dance a number together. The way Janice was swaying and shaking usually made him want to throw her down and fuck her, but he managed to keep himself under control.
At least until after supper. It was a light meal of Greek salads with feta cheese. Janice served Sauvignon Blanc with the meal and their glasses were still a third full when they finished eating. Tim charged them to 3/4-full and carried them into the living room, where his wife's
iPhone
with Jerome's playlist was still connected to the Digital Audio/CD Player. He was more than half shooting in the dark as he scrolled through the music, but felt fairly confident as he saw a string of songs that included Rihanna and Missy Elliot. Tim hit Play and turned the speakers up.
Janice followed him into the living room and picked up their wine glasses from the audio cabinet, where Tim had set them down before playing DJ. She smiled as he turned to her and she handed him a glass. "You're getting into it, huh?" They clinked glasses and sipped.
He swallowed his wine and answered, "Yeah, I think I'm getting closer. But I still need some more lessons."
She expected him to dance with her again, so was surprised when he suddenly stepped back from her and took a seat on the sofa. "Show me how it's done," he said in a low voice, before crossing his legs and taking a sip from his glass.
A different smile came across her face and she began slowly swaying while taking another sip from her own glass. She shifted her grip and held the wine glass from its top as her hands began describing small circles at waist height. She had showered and changed into a summery shift before dinner and the light material floated and clung as her hips rotated and swiveled. She wore lightweight
Tom's
and her feet slid lightly across the wood floor as she pirouetted in place.
'Life is fucking good,' Tim thought to himself as he took another sip of the delicious wine while watching this incredibly sexy woman dance for his entertainment.
The beat was picking up, so Janice tossed back half her wine before putting the glass down on the coffee table. 'Fuck it,' thought Jan, 'Since when do party girls sip?' She quickly regained the rhythm and soon her whole body was involved. The next song was even more energetic and Janice started to cover a bit more of the floor, with steps and slides and small hops. It struck Tim that he really should pay attention to the moves, but it was hard to concentrate on the trees when the whole forest moved like that.
What he did notice was that he'd liked it better when he could see more of Jan's skin earlier in the shorts and halter top. He put his wine glass on the table and when she was facing him, pulled his T-shirt over his head and dropped it on the sofa.
One corner of her mouth twitched up humorously, but she didn't miss the hint or drop a beat. She went into one of those sexy crouches he'd seen earlier, where her hips swung side to side like a pendulum pulling her down to the floor. But as her body was dropping down, her arms were up and her hands were gathering her dress up by her shoulders. The hem was technically going higher, but because she going into a squat, no more of her skin was being exposed.
At least not until she began grinding her way back up again. The shift had hung to a bit below her knees, so her shapely calves were quickly back in Tim's view, followed by the knees and strong thighs he'd been enjoying all day. Things got more interesting when the hem finally made it up over her hips and exposed a thong. Janice's hands kept working on pulling up the dress as she stood, so the scantily covered crotch was swiftly followed by her trim midriff and then her beautiful chest pillows. Tim had known she was braless under the shift, but always enjoyed seeing the twin beauties exposed. Then the dress was up and over her head and flying straight at him.
He caught the dress and made a big show of holding it up to his nose and inhaling deeply. He'd really just been playing around, but was struck by just how good it did smell, how much like Janice. The subtle scent of her body wash from the shower was there, as well as the musky jasmine of her perfume, but under and over all that was Janice herself. He nearly closed his eyes in rapture when he took a deeper, slower inhale, but managed to keep them open a slit, and gazed in wonder at the beauty before him.
Janice didn't know what to make of Tim's actions; the look on his face. At first he was just being his usual goofy self, but now he looked like he'd snorted coke off her dress and was ready to dive over the coffee table and ravish her. The look made her pussy drip.
Tim finally recovered and sat back again to enjoy the show. He still had a crooked smile and a glint in his eye and he held her dress balled up in his crotch. Janice really wanted to see that other look on his face again, but she knew she could get it back. She kept dancing.
For another two songs she moved and spun, ducked and rose, swiveled and twerked. She even gave her tits and ass more of a stripper shake than a nightclub shake and enjoyed the smile it brought to her husband's face.
"My God," he said. "If you move like that at the club I'm going to have to beat off the other guys with a stick."
She gave him a fake pout. "You mean I can't dance with anyone but you?" She continued to move hypnotically.
He laid her dress aside and picked up his wine glass. He took a long, deliberate drink as he watched her move. All along he'd said he expected that she'd be dancing with other people to get her fill; he knew he couldn't keep up with her on the dance floor. But now that he was seeing how good she looked as she danced...
Janice stopped turning, but kept dancing while facing him. Her hands went to her thighs and slid over her silk-covered mound. "Of course, I'll be wearing a bit more clothing," she purred. Her hands glided up her tight abs and each cupped one of her heavy breasts. "And these won't be out on display." She lifted one tit high and flicked her tongue at the nipple. "At least, not as much on display."
Tim groaned and took another sip of wine.
"So, will you be the only name on my dance card?" She said coquettishly.
"No," he finally replied. A small flash of surprise crossed Jan's face. She expected that he actually would let her dance with other guys once they were at the club, but didn't think he'd say so right off the bat.
A smile finally crossed Tim's face. "No," he repeated. Then with a tone of detached logic, he continued. "The point of going to this particular club was to give you a chance to dance to this kind of music and to dance as much as you want. I knew I was going to actually have to rely on other guys asking you to dance if you were to have as much fun as I want you to have."
"No jealousy?" she asked with an arched eyebrow.
"If there is, I'll try to keep it to no more than a twinge and to keep it in my belly." She smiled. "But I might need that stick anyway, just to be sure I do get some of the spaces on your dance card," he chuckled.
"Well," she cooed. "We'd better work on your moves so you can earn those slots." She crooked a finger at him in a 'come here' gesture.
Tim put down his glass, rose to his feet and stepped around the corner of the coffee table. Janice's hand suddenly changed to a 'stop' signal, flat palm towards him. Then all the fingers except the pointer curled in. Her index finger remained pointing straight up and began shifting side to side; signaling 'no, no, no'.
Tim stopped, confused, until he saw where her disapproving eyes were looking; straight at his crotch. Then he got it and smiled. "Fair's, fair, eh?" he said. He'd also showered and changed before dinner, but just into a different pair of jeans and t-shirt. He'd already lost the shirt, but Janice apparently wanted an even more level playing field.
He began swaying his own hips slightly and slowly undid the buttons on his 501's, all the while trying to remember scenes from
Magic Mike
. He turned his back toward her and thrust his butt out a bit as he began to work the jeans over his hips. He teased the waistband down and up a couple of times, then suddenly shucked the Levi's in one fast move that exposed his ass and earned a huge gasp of surprise from Janice.
He bent over at the waist, ass pointing straight back at her, as he pushed the pants down to his ankles and stepped out of them. Then he straightened up, and with hips still swiveling, turned back to his wife.
She had stopped moving and was standing there frozen with eyes wide and her hands clamped over her mouth. Then she took them away and broke out laughing. "You bad, bad boy!"
Tim struck a pose in his own G-string thong. The pouch was well filled and showed signs of the excitement Janice's dancing had created in the man. He did a slow pirouette as he stepped closer, giving her another look at his bare ass cheeks.
"I saw what you were putting on," he finally said. "And I guess I just got inspired. So, am I ready for my dance lesson now?"
Ch. 10: Nothing Butt the Truth - Sunday p.m.
Janice cupped his black satin pouch and squeezed. "Valentine's Day? Two years ago?"
"Three," he answered with a half-embarrassed, half-impish smile.
"Why haven't I seen them more often since then?" she asked. "Hell, if you'd asked me, I'd have said I thought you'd gotten rid of them."
Tim shrugged. "I guess they're really just not my style; to be honest."
His wife let go of his cock and stepped back. "You're wrong. Those are definitely your style." She stepped back in and grabbed him again. "In fact, I think I want to see you walking around in nothing but this at least once a month."
He cupped her mound in return and said, "As long as you're dressed the same."
"You mean you don't want me to walk around naked anymore?"
Tim thought a moment, remembering how often Janice would stay naked for an hour or more after a shower or love making; just walking around the house free and comfortable.
"Trick question", he said. "I go naked almost as much as you do. But you seem to be implying I should spend a whole day, or weekend, showing you my ass. That's what I'm talking about when I say you should dress the same."
"Umm," she said, her mind clearly elsewhere. "Let me see that ass now."
