From Fantasy to Reality in The Naked City -- Part 5
Temptation is a Powerful Aphrodisiac
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Author's Note: This is the continuation of the journey of a mature couple attempting to preserve the passion in their marriage. This 11-part series records our 3-day holiday at Cap d'Agde, France (a.k.a. The Naked City) as this couple continues its 'sexploration' of new erotic adventures to see where the journey takes them. This story contains real-life experiences and re-counts actual events of our life. The writer enhanced the story with certain (small) details.
(Chronologically, the following took place approximately one year after 'Greece,' a little more than two years after 'Punta Cana,' and about three years after 'Reawakening')
WARNING: This story is long as it tries to capture the conflicting emotions of a mature wife shedding her inhibitions; a husband both enamored, as well as struggling, with his emotions and expectations; and both dealing with real-life consequences. If you are looking for a quick fuck-and-suck story, this is not for you. But if you enjoy it, please vote and leave a comment.
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After dinner, Susan and Edward walked into a club called Melrose. Being a Wednesday night and just after 10:00 PM, it was not that crowded. Evidently this club does not start hopping until closer to midnight.
"I need to use the Ladies Room. Get a table and I will meet up with you," Susan said, and then turned towards the back of the club.
Edward found a table adjacent to an open area of what appeared to be the dance floor. He ordered a whisky for himself and a red wine for his wife. He pulled out his cell phone and scrolled through his emails.
"Hey honey, that guy over there asked me to dance," Susan announced excitedly as she returned. "You don't mind, do you?"
Dealing with a couple of unexpected critical work emails, Edward was distracted and did not even notice how much time had passed, or that Susan had been stopped by, and had been talking with, a guy as she wandered past the bar from the ladies room.
"Ahhh, really?" Edward was clearly caught off guard.
"So...are you... are you okay with... this?" Susan pushed when Edward didn't really respond. "I mean, you just told me before dinner you wanted me to be more open, and..."
"Yeah, yeah, sure. Go for it. Go have fun!" Edward answered, cutting her off, focused on a work problem that needed his immediate attention.
"Well okay, as long as you are sure. It'll just be one or two songs and I'll be right back!" Susan assured her husband, then turned and walked over to the bar, feeling rather self-conscious and blushing, but enjoying the thrill of another man asking her for a dance.
It was then that Edward came to his senses. He watched Susan walk across the dance floor towards a large black man. When the man turned, he recognized the man immediately. It was the man from the beach - the man that had fucked that woman in the dunes!
The man greeted his wife, took her hand and gave it a gentle kiss, while smiling broadly at her and then said something that made Susan giggle. They immediately started chatting back and forth, smiling, laughing and carrying on.
Then the man put his arm around her waist, and escorted his wife onto the dance floor. They started dancing. Edward quickly shot down the entirety of his whisky as he watched his wife dancing with another man.
The song was relatively lively and fast, yet the black man did not relinquish his grip on his wife's waist. Edward watched as the man moved fluidly and effortlessly to the beat of the music, all the while staying in close touch with his wife. Even as they danced Edward could see them talking and laughing.
This was a monumental huge step for Edward and an even bigger step for Susan. He always found it thrilling to know other men found her attractive and desirable. But this was the first time his wife willingly accepted any advance. After their discussion just before dinner, could his fantasy be closer to reality?
A slow song started, and the man drew Susan in closer. She gasped as their bodies touched.
"My name is Derrick," the man said making a big show of looking her over.
"Nice to meet you, Derrick. My name is...my name is...Ann," Susan stuttered looking up at the much taller man. She couldn't really understand why she chose not to give her real name. Perhaps she preferred some anonymity, or perhaps she wanted to temporarily feel like, and take the persona of, a different woman.
"Ann? Okay, you hesitated. Did you forget you name?"
"I...I'm just nervous."
"Don't be nervous, Ann." Derrick said softly attempting to calm the nerves. He pulled her to him, "I think your eyes are very beautiful, Ann."
Susan blushed and looked down. She was consciously aware of one of Derrick's legs between her own, his grasp upon her hips holding her firmly against his body, his muscular thigh pressed securely against her crotch, while they swayed to the music.
"And you look so sexy in that dress, Ann!" he said boldly and confidently.
"Oh thank you, you're very kind." Susan blushed coyly. "It's nice to receive the occasional complement of appreciation from a man," she smiled brightly, clearly still flustered, but flattered.
"Not at all. It's truly a pleasure to be in the company of someone as stunning as you!"
Susan giggled like a young schoolgirl as she playfully touched the man's arm with her hand. "I'm sure you say that to a lot of the women here, but thank you anyway," she said before she smiled nervously while looking down.
Derrick brought his arms in closer encircling her, and with his body pressed against hers; Susan instantly felt a rush as she became aware of how Derrick's hard body felt against her own. The black man had to be at least 6'4" and solid muscle. As they slowly swayed to the rhythm, his thigh against her crotch, and separated by only a couple layers of thin fabric, she could feel the contours of his muscles against her soft curves.
"I never joke about a thing like that," Derrick said with a more serious and intense look on his face. He gently pulled her chin up to meet his eyes, "You are a very sexy woman, Ann."
Susan smiled sheepishly as she watched Derrick's eyes travel down her body before returning to her eyes. "I'm serious, you look really hot tonight, Ann. I am very fortunate to be in the company of a very sexy lady." Although she tried like hell to keep it at an innocent level, Susan certainly was enjoying the attention of this man.
"Well, thank you. A woman does not tire of hearing nice complements like that!" Susan said nervously, realizing she was getting a bit flustered by the attention. This man was different from the others. Derrick was smooth, yet his 'lines' seemed so sincere. Every word seemed to serve a purpose -- to further seduce her. This man was confident, and it was game on!
Susan caught many black guys eyeing her up in the past, and several had actually hit on her. Her blonde hair and more rounded booty, she speculated, appealed to them. And one time while shopping, she noticed a black guy following her and looking her over. He eventually introduced himself and asked if she would join him for coffee, and then perhaps go back to his place afterwards. She could not believe how forward he was and politely refused the man's offer, but found his cocksure confidence intoxicatingly attractive.
She quickly looked back towards her husband, sitting off to the side, inconspicuous other than his heated gaze upon her. It was clear he had been watching her every move. But yet, he gave no sign of disapproval or anger.
Now beyond his initial shock, Edward admired his wife as she danced with the stranger. The black dress fit Susan perfectly, clinging to every curve of her body. With her arm around the man's neck, the short dress rode up higher on her shapely stocking-clad thighs. She looked so beautiful, and so sexy! He was filled with pride for his woman and wondered how he ever got this lucky.
As they continued dancing, Edward noticed the man's arm still possessively wrapped around her waist holding her tightly. And even wearing 4-inch heels, the man towered over her. He found himself getting turned-on seeing another man hold his wife so closely, and yet it all seemed somewhat surreal seeing another man holding his wife as his own.
The man was certainly controlling his wife while acting flirtatious, and Susan was more than willing to not only accept, but also reciprocate. It didn't bother him; it appeared to be relatively harmless flirting -- lingering smiles, hair flipping, gentle touches followed by laughing initially.
But yet there was something different with this encounter that in the back of his mind gave him pause. Perhaps it was the contrast in the man's size to his wife, or the contrast between their complexions that seemed so taboo. Or perhaps, being a witness to what he saw earlier in the dunes, he knew the man not only possessed a huge cock, but also knew what to do with it to make a woman pant in ecstasy. Susan had never really openly admitted to finding another man attractive, but it was clear, this man captured her attention, and Edward always suspected she had a BBC fantasy.
Surprisingly, Edward found himself more anxious than jealous. Tolerant of watching another man flirt with his beloved wife, but protective as well.
"I remember seeing you on the beach today; you were watching in the dunes," Derrick said. "It was hard not to notice an attractive woman like you!"
This man was certainly laying it on thick.
"It's hard?" Susan laughed nervously, trying to use humor to suppress her nervousness.