A Threeway on the Dance Floor

The dance floor was alive. Bodies curved, writhed, and folded together as couples, soon-to-be one night stands, and everyone in between grinded and flowed. It was packed, the heat of bodies and stream of alcohol mixed into a lewd haze that hung in the air. Colorful lights along the walls pulsed and strobed in varying rhythms across the crowd, distorting the atmosphere.

The main floor of the house vibrated as music thumped and travelled over the grinding masses. Normally this place would have furniture, but most of it was pushed against walls or removed outright to allow for a filled dance floor. Standing in the dark kitchen with a few other people, only a few feet from the edge of the masses, cranberry juice and vodka flow between my lips, the chilled drink cooling my throat. The cup empties and my head is gently swimming. My hips rock to the beat and my hands trace the edges of my neck, creating a trail of goosebumps. The bass slightly shakes me, pushing away thoughts as my body does most of the thinking.

Our friends were only moving 10 minutes down the road, but after living here for years, they decided to throw one last blow-out to celebrate the end of an era. My trance is broken when hands firmly grasp my hips and a kiss lands on my neck.

Swinging around, I'm relieved that it's Jordan.

"Don't scare me like that," I yell, smacking his arm. He smiled and yelled back, "You look incredible." Only a few words could be exchanged over the volume of the music unless we wanted to scream all night.

My phone's light shines across my face as I open Messages.

Want to dance?

Flipping it around to show my boyfriend, he nods and pulls me into the edge of the crowd. We push and slide our way through to the center, almost getting lost in the heated sea of limbs that start to blend together. Hands were grasping, lips were meeting, and hips were colliding as random faces danced and kissed. By the time we reached the middle of the crowd, my body was ready to feel Jordan against me. His hands clutch my ass, our bodies bouncing to the music, my breasts pushing against his hard torso and lips inches from his neck.

The crowd rolls into us and we're soon synced with the vibe. As Jordan's hands freely roam across my curves, my eyes wander. Within the dozens of people dancing, some were going even further. A blonde woman and tall man are intensely kissing, his leg under her center as she grinds against it. A skinny woman is being felt up by presumably her girlfriend, the pair's lips teasingly only millimeters apart. A busty brunette is grinding against a muscular man, his mouth pressed against her neck.

These glimpses of lust hidden within the crowd created a tingling in between my legs and I felt the presence of Jordan's rough hands on my hips even more. Despite my mild inebriation, my senses only became more heightened as we moved to the beat.

The darkness covered the dancing and tension, lights occasionally flashing the crowd, revealing the erotic underbelly to onlookers. A DJ stood in the sunroom at the end of the dance floor, roped off to prevent the guests from spilling in. Our lower bodies pushed and pulled against each other, hands raised in the air then falling to run across our necks, chests, torsos.

Suddenly, I feel a slap on my ass. It's Jenny. Tight jeans conform to her legs and a see-through body suit would fully reveal her breasts if strobe lights weren't the only source of illumination.

"You two look like you're having fun!," she yells above the music. My back is now to Jordan, his crotch pressing against my ass.

"This is an amazing party! Congratulations!" I shout. Jenny smiles and before I know what's happening, her mouth is pressed against mine, her tongue invading, the taste of cranberry and alcohol on her lips. My shock almost immediately gives way to intense arousal. Jenny has been my friend for years without the benefits, although I can't say the thought has never crossed my mind. Tonight, thoughts gave way to actions.

I pull away. "How drunk are you?!" I yell, although I'm already kissing her neck before she can answer. "Not at all!" she answers, her sarcasm obvious.

Our lips meet again, this time colliding greedily, tongues fighting against each other, her breath starting to grow shallow as she grows more restless.The fabric of my short skirt slightly shifts and I realize it's being lifted, revealing my black lace panties. Jordan's erection is pushing against his chinos, begging to break through. He must have noticed what Jenny and I were doing, her mouth now exploring along my neck. I push back against Jordan's hardness and grind against him, my ass on full display if anyone strained their eyes through the dark.

Their bodies pressed against me, heat radiating from all sides. Jenny's mouth now alternated between my pierced nipples, sucking through the fabric of my black long-sleeve shirt, her tongue flicking the metal, sending jolts of pleasure through my chest. Jordan's tongue dug into the crook of my neck, his large erection still wanting to break free through his pants, his hips now hungrily pushing and prodding, our centers aching to meet and satisfy the pulsing in between my legs.

From what I could see, no one noticed us. The darkness covered almost everything until the lights occasionally flashed across the room, exposing our intensity for a quick second to anyone lucky enough to be looking. The pressure of Jordan's substantial shaft created a deep yearning and the thought of being secretly penetrated, people only inches away, sent a new wave of wetness rushing in between my legs.

Every part of me was on edge. My rib cage tightened. It rattled as my quickening heart and the pounding bass became one, my breath becoming increasingly erratic. I could almost feel electricity sizzle through the heat and arousal filling the air, hands and lips touching almost every part of my body, Jordan's covered erection a constant presence. The music continued to vibrate the walls and every so often the lights publicized our growing lust before sending us back into secrecy. Jenny's hand moved up my shirt, clutching my breast, her other hand sneakily down her pants, presumably exploring her own arousal.

Suddenly, as my desire for more was at its peak, I felt it. Jordan's pants were unbuttoned, his thick cock now through the zipper and pressing against my entrance, the panties moved to the side.

I gasped, my heart nearly jumping out of my chest. Jordan and I stopped moving. Jenny continued kissing my neck and pleasuring herself, seemingly oblivious to the new development.

Adrenaline was now coursing through me. My eyes slowly scanned the room. No one that I could see was looking in our direction, everyone focused on themselves, my skirt covering most of the action. If I were to slide back, I would be fucked in the middle of the dance floor. And if anyone looked hard enough, there would be no doubt what was happening. The thought made my head swim as intense desire washed through my body. My hands dug into Jenny as a whimper escaped me, the mental image stirring something inside.

Jenny moved away from my neck, now noticing my dilemma. We locked eyes and, for a few seconds, no one moved. Finally, the decision was made for me. Slowly, she placed her hands on my hips, kissed me gently, and teasingly, achingly, inch by glorious inch, pushed me down on Jordan's shaft, his thickness spreading me as partygoers danced only a few inches from us.

Jenny and I's tongues swirled against each other as Jordan's girth filled me to my limit. I pressed harder onto Jenny's mouth to muffle the moans that were ripped from me. He held himself inside, allowing time for my pussy to fully embrace him. Jenny broke her mouth free, moving back down to my nipples as her tongue frantically searched through the shirt's fabric once again.

After what felt like an eternity, Jordan slowly thrusted into me. We matched the rhythm of the crowd as I pushed back, the angle perfectly pressing the head of his rod against the rough texture of my G-spot. With people so close to us, it was nearly impossible to be fully fucked yet the teasing only increased my desire for him.

The wetness in between my legs was now a river, each thrust only making my heat slicker and easier for Jordan to push deeper. My lust rose without end when I felt Jenny's hand reach under my skirt, my clit now receiving much needed attention as her fingertips firmly rubbed against it. Again, I had to kiss her deeply to muffle my loud moans. Yet her fingers only partially satisfied my desire. The short thrusts were teasingly intoxicating yet incredibly frustrating. I wanted to be fucked hard, fast, and deep. I stopped caring who saw me.

My pace increased, my tightness receiving the longer thrusts it desperately desired, his full length sliding in and out. There was no more teasing and my skirt could no longer fully hide what was happening; his shaft was simply too big and my need to feel every inch of it in every stroke was too great. I leaned forward, my arms wrapped around Jenny, our mouths desperately coming together and pulling apart over and over. At this point, it was obvious to anyone that turned to look that I was getting fucked. There was no more hiding, but I couldn't care less.

Most people were too drunk and lost in the music to notice the sex happening near them. However, a man and a brunette woman closest to us finally saw what was occuring, but I embraced the attention. As Jordan drove himself inside me and Jenny pushed her hand on my clit, the pretense of us dancing entirely gone, I smiled at the two staring our way.

They smiled back, the man giving me a thumbs up. They went back to dancing, although our show seemed to turn them on, the woman now grinding hard against him. I was pounded from behind while Jenny's mouth lightly bit my nipples, her hand vigorously rubbing my clit until I was a delirious puddle in their hands. A growing heat started building in my center. With each thrust, waves of hot pleasure spread from deep inside my center through every limb of my body. I felt Jordan's cock start to twitch inside me. He was going to fill me soon. My breath became gasps as I locked eyes with the woman, her own pants now unbuttoned and a hand searching between her legs as she seemed to stare inside me.

Yes, watch me. Look at me as I'm filled with come.

The woman bit her lip as she admired the scene, the man's hands now clutching her breasts. My center was getting hotter and hotter, both Jordan and Jenny giving my entire body attention as I was repeatedly stretched. Thoughts raced through my head, each one filthier than the last.

Fuck, everyone please look at me. Look at me!

Jordan was unable to hold on any longer. With a final thrust, his orgasm erupts, thick ropes flying deep inside me. In the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by dozens of people, my boyfriend's cock shooting deep, and my eyes locked with the other woman, I came harder than I ever have.

Quickly, I pushed my mouth into Jenny's neck to smother my scream, the brunette watching my orgasm rip me apart. I'm unable to keep looking as my eyes roll back and pleasure explodes through me, my heels involuntarily coming off the ground and legs shake. My back arches as the intensity peaks, Jordan's orgasm seemingly never ending. Each new hot rope that pulses inside me forced my legs to convulse, sending bolts of heat and pleasure that radiated inside me. If Jenny wasn't supporting my body, I would have collapsed on the ground.

Aftershocks roll through my core before I'm finally released. As I gasp to regain my breath, I'm now noticing a few more people looking our way, but that only adds to the afterglow. Jordan slowly pulls out and quickly fixes my underwear and himself, keeping his orgasm from running away. Jenny gives me a final kiss before diverting the attention of the onlookers, somehow turning their eyes away and disappearing into the crowd. Before I can fully gather myself, Jordan is pulling me. I quickly glance back, noticing the woman has disappeared. On wobbly legs, I'm guided through the crowd and past the kitchen, the movement causing Jordan's come to slowly flow past my panties and down my upper thigh.

He cups my face and kisses me. "I'll wait here for you to clean up," he says. I nod and make my way down the hall to the bathroom. I've never been so physically satisfied or erotic in my life, but my reveling is interrupted when I notice one of the bedroom doors next to the bathroom is slightly ajar. The music continues to reverberate, but the volume is much lower in the back of the home. I hear moaning coming from inside. Pushing it open, I find myself again locking eyes with the woman from the dance floor. Except now she is held up against the wall by the man she was with, his hands under her ass and her legs wrapped around his waist, as she gets fucked hard and fast.

Despite my unannounced arrival, she isn't phased. Her moans stay loud, but she smiles at me, the man's shaft roughly penetrating her tightness in full view. I smile back and watch for a few seconds, appreciating the sight. Eventually, I give her a thumbs up and leave, softly closing the door, glad to see that our show inspired others. I head inside the bathroom to refresh myself, giddy that this is a night I will never forget.