MELANIE:
I stood in front of my mirror, smoothing down the short dress I had put on, turning this way and that to make sure it was exactly how I wanted it. Tight, hugging my lithe curves, the hem stopped just below my ass and was only barely upstaged in scandalous-ness by how low the front of the dress dipped, nearly meeting the top of my belly button. If this didn't get me any attention, then the male population was dead.
I giggled to myself at the thought of the kind of trouble I could get myself in tonight before picking up my small clutch that barely held my card, some cash, ID, and my phone. My phone pinged to let me know my Uber was here, and I made my way downstairs and locked up as I headed out to the car. I could feel the driver's eyes on me as I walked to the back door, my three inch heels accentuating the length of my legs.
I gracefully slid into the back seat, smiling kindly when I met the man's wide eyes. He was young, probably at least five years younger than my 34, but I definitely had his attention. Good to know.
"I'm ready whenever you are," I said in an amused voice, snapping him out of his stare. I held back a giggle at the way his cheeks flushed and he cleared his throat, nodding frantically as he reversed the car out of my driveway. My phone pinged softly, and I took it out to see the text notification from my husband.
Remember the rules for going out tonight, it read. A grin tugged at my lips.
How could I forget? I knew my response was a bit of a tease, not promising to follow the rules but letting him know I knew what they were. I put my phone back into my purse and looked out the window, smiling and thinking about how much fun this was going to be. I knew I as going to break at least one of the rules, but that was half the fun.
It only took about 20 minutes from my place to get downtown to the club I was heading to, and it was a quiet ride. I wasn't sure if the young man driving me was shy, quiet, or tongue tied but either way I appreciated the silence. I'd never gone out by myself, with the intention of catching the eyes of other men. You could say I was a bit nervous. I twirled my wedding ring around my finger a few times before slipping it off and zipping it into a safe pocket of my clutch, not wanting to lose it.
Minutes later we pulled up to the front of the club and I thanked the driver before sliding out. I made my way to the front door, thankful there wasn't much of a line and it was moving quickly. It didn't take long for me to get inside and to the bar, leaning over the counter and nearly spilling my generous tits out to get the bartender's attention.
Needless to say, I had a red bull vodka in my hands in about a minute. I tipped generously and then turned, leaning back against the bar as I surveyed the dance floor. I could already tell that I was a little older than this crowd, but there was enough variety here to not make me feel uncomfortable. I bopped my head to the heavy bass, sipping on my drink until my gaze was snagged by a group of four men at a table, all their gazes locked directly on me. I shivered at the heat in their eyes, and although my heart was pounding, I gave a small smile before pushing off the counter and heading their way.
LOGAN:
I sat in the far corner of the club, hidden by shadows but with a perfect view of my wife as she made her way over to a table full of men. I raised my whiskey to my lips and watched as two of the men scrambled to give her a chair to sit on. I couldn't help but chuckle, knowing the kind of power she had over men when she chose to exert it. My wife was fucking hot, and sweet with a husky voice that had men like me panting before they even got their hands on her. And she knew it.
Honestly, it was one of the reasons I loved her so much. her confidence was one of the first things I noticed about her outside of her obvious good looks. Her honey colored hair hung to her waist and framed her face, making her cheekbones stand out and her blue eyes shine. Her smile was big and infectious, and her laugh traveled all the way down to my toes when she let it out.
Here I was, waxing poetic about my wife in my head while I watched her cozy up to four strangers who I could tell from here wanted to eat her alive. One of them sidled up closer to her, brushing her long hair over her shoulder so he could whisper something in her ear. She leaned into him, nodded, and then let him help her down off the stool so he could lead her to the dance floor.
I leaned back in my seat, drink in hand, watching to see just how far she'd take it. Melanie could be such a good little slut for me- and I meant that in the best possible way- but I'd never seen her like this before. I'd never seen her let another man put his hands on her like this one was, not since the day we'd gotten together. Fire filled me at the sight of the man running his hands down her sides, her hips, pulling her so close that I just knew she'd be able to feel his hard cock rubbing against her.
Her head fell back slightly, her long wavy hair rippling in the low lights, her body moving seductively to the heavy bass of the music. I clutched my glass tighter, catching sight of another one of the men coming up behind her. Her face tilted back just enough for me to see the coy smile on her face. She turned back around and he hands lifted in the air, coming back to lock behind the second man's neck. The three of them shuffled closer to each other, and I saw the men's hands roaming up and down her arms, sides, hips and legs, basically anything they could reach while testing the waters.
The man behind Melanie paused his movements, and my eyes widened just the slightest bit as the moved in front of her and disappeared. I knew, just knew, that he was grasping her tits, feeling how full the tempting globes were in his big hands. Then, hands appeared on her hips, then her ass, and I watched them travel under the hem of her dress to squeeze her ass tightly. I could almost hear the panting moans that she'd be letting out right now at the feel, and the fire inside me burned even hotter that these men were going to hear them too.
It was then, at that moment, that the other two men from the table got up and walked over to the group, and I held my breath to see what Melanie would let them all get away with, so I knew just what to do with her when I got my hands on her after this escapade.
MELANIE:
I had rough hands on my tits, and two more grabbing my ass while hard bodies and stiff cocks pressed and rubbed against me. The pleasure was dizzying, and I could help but sway between them, pressing my tits and ass harder into their hands, begging them to not stop. The man behind me let out a small chuckle, and bent down to talk into my ear over the music.
"You really are a good little slut, aren't you? Letting us touch you like this, in front of everyone. And I notice someone has their nipples pierced," he said as he slipped a hand easily inside the low front of my dress to twist said piercing, making me shut my eyes and cry out loudly in need.
The air around us changed, and I cracked my eyes open to see the last two mean from the table standing on either side of us, their lips tilting up in hungry grins. My heart pounded in my chest, nerves and desperate desire burning through every inch of my body. I lost track of hands and bodies, just letting my body feel the thrum of the music playing in the club, and relishing in the attention as hands played with my tits, pinching my nipples and the accompanying piercings, lips teasing my skin, fingers delving just inside my panties and playing with my bare, wet lips.
I was about to beg for one of them to make me come when a voice that I knew VERY well rose above the music, permeating my hazed mind with two surprising words.
"Hello, wife."
My eyes shot open and immediately clashed with the stormy gaze of my husband's dark ones. My pulse jumped in my throat, and his eyes raked over my pulse, catching the movement while a feral, gritted smile filled his face. The men around me backed off and left without a word, knowing that it was best they skedaddle. Logan stepped up to me, one large hand gripping a wrist tightly and the other catching my chin in a bruising grip. I could feel my pussy clench, getting even wetter at the slight pinch of pain.
"I think it's about time we head home, isn't it?"
I gulped and nodded slightly, knowing I had no other option anyway. I followed him out, stumbling slightly in my tall heels at his quick pace. He glanced back at me, but didn't slow down as he stomped down the sidewalk. His furious pace did nothing to quell my arousal; somehow it only served to ramp it up higher. His fingers tight around my wrist had me imagining me pressed hard against a wall, him gripping both of my wrists in one hand, his other teasing my dripping pussy until I was begging him for permission to come. A little whimper escaped me and he looked back at me again.
Something in my body language or on my face, maybe even in the way I looked at him, had him growling and pulling me hard into his body, crushing me against him as he kissed me.
No, not just kissed me. Logan devoured me, sucking my soul out of my body with the harsh press of his lips against mine. His tongue pressed against the seam of my lips and demanded entrance, his hands tangling in my hair to hold me right where he wanted me while he reclaimed me. He pulled away before I could really fall into the kiss myself, looking me in the eyes.
"You're mine, Melanie," he rasped before letting me go and dragging me along behind him for another block to where his car was parked. He opened the passenger door and helped me up into the SUV, ever the gentleman. Well, at first at least
Standing in the open door, he turned me in the seat to face him, used both hands to shove my legs apart, and then stepped between them.
"You, my little wife," he said as he ran his fingers lightly up my thighs, from my knees to my hips that were completely exposed, "have been an incredibly naughty girl tonight. You had rules, and you've broken at least two of them."
I shuddered at his tone, his voice low and dark. And when he ran his fingers lightly over the soaked lace of my panties, another full body shiver went through me.
"I'm going to take you home, and I don't want to hear a single word or sound from you on our way there. I want you to think about why you shouldn't be breaking my rules, and what you're going to do to make it up to me. Understand?"
I nodded. Then gasped when his hands grabbed the sides of my panties and easily ripped them right off me. Jesus, Logan was an animal when he wanted to be... and I was sure this was just the beginning.
LOGAN:
I turned Melanie in the seat the right way and buckled her in after putting her wet and torn panties into my pocket. I wanted to shove them against my nose and inhale her scent, but didn't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing my need for her. I stalked around the car and got in to start the trek home. I was immensely grateful we didn't live that far away, because the lesson I had in mind for her rule breaking had my cock straining behind the zipper of my jeans.
I wanted to fuck her hard, show her who was in charge when it came to things like this. I wanted to mark her all over with teeth and hands so that every time she saw a bite and bruise she'd remember not to defy me again. I wanted to torture her until the lines between pain and pleasure were so blurred that she was crying as she came on my dick.
These thoughts raced through my mind the whole drive home until I was nearly at my breaking point. Finally, I pulled into our garage and shut the car off, turning to see Melanie already looking at me with trepidation in her eyes. As she well should.
