On a Friday night, we decided to go tear up the floor at a club. Karolyn, my wife, decided to go risqué for some extra fun which began with some calf-height, leather boots on a short heel. Admiring in the mirror how her legs firmed up on the heels, she put on a choker collar necklace and foofed up her short hair into spikes. Still otherwise naked, her inner-Karolyn couldn't resist a shoopa-shoopa boob shake at me when we passed in the hall as I squeezed a tight ass cheek. She finished the ensemble by simply slipping her new mini-dress over a toned body - boobs threatening to show themselves past the plunging neckline and the dress portion loosely just covering her cheeks.
Our ride into the city was quick; we certainly had fun on the mind. I was looking forward to watching my wife's sexy moves and to watch if that outfit was going to be revealing after all. She was aching to get a little tequila, forget the stresses of work and to get some attention with teasing moves. Needless to say, we arrived at Club 12 in no time and immediately got into the groove as a mixture of techno and dance R&B thumped the dance floor.
It didn't take long for my Long Island to take the jerkiness out of my rhythm and the Jose Cuervo had Karolyn really moving to the beats. We came together and she began to grind on my thigh as I dipped her backward. She opened her eyes to see behind and could see the eyes boring in - other guys hoping that neckline would fail and give them a treat. With a devilish grin and the grinding stimulation, Karolyn decided it was time to tease.
Her moves were fluid like silky water. Quick dips to the floor or sharp twists causing the dress to flare out. Those watching could see her bare cheeks - though they still thought she might've been wearing a g-string. Karolyn's hands slid up her hips, her sides and push she pushed her breasts together forming eye-popping cleavage. Then I spun her around, facing away from me. Still fluid to the music, she dipped again, allowing my hands to now run up her body until I was holding her arms up as if bound by the wrist. But as Karolyn squatted low with her knees wide apart, the dress rode up her waist revealing a smooth, clean shaven pussy lips and tiny patch. She closed your eyes, enjoying the "bound" sensation of having her arms held firmly. Karolyn began to bounce up and down on her heels and knew the eyes of the men and women were imagining her going up and down on them. The very thought of how revealed she were sent a rush through Karolyn's body and her pussy began to glisten in the flashing strobelights.
Karolyn came back up and I spun her around again, clutching her close in my arms and we kissed long and deep while pulsing to the music. Then she backed away to dance solo for a bit. As a tall brunette cut in and started to dance with me, I could see her moving between interested dancers - both men and women. Karolyn kept moving the entire time, never stopping as the music played. She danced, reveling in the multitude of hands caressing her curves. She could feel solid palm grips on her ass, her breasts were cupped and stroked, breaths on her neck. She moved too fast and fluid for anyone to truly grope her. But the sensation of up to six hands caressing Karolyn's body simultaneously had her heart racing. She quickly downed a few tequila shots and raced across the dance floor to find me with the lusty brunette grinding against me seductively.
"Come with me lover," she said, "I want to play some more." And Karolyn led me by the hand from the club. "I want to tease ... and you can enjoy your fantasy."
With that, we drove to a nearby stripclub. As I drove, she pulled out her iPhone and began texting furiously. As she giggled devilishly, I knew things were heating up. Karolyn continued to text and reached between her legs, beginning to rub her clit slowly. But she didn't bring yourself to orgasm, only prolonged the ecstasy until putting the phone down and reaching for my dick as well. Upon arrival, we were both very aroused and immediately went inside.
As we entered, a hand went up and Adam waved. I realized she wasn't just texting stories back and forth, she had invited him to join us. We sat around a small table on velvet cushioned stools. As we talked and drank, Karolyn leaned over giving us both long peeks at her cleavage and she shifted her legs often; just long enough to lure a glance to know the thin mini-dress was all that stood between us but never long enough to see her pussy. At this point, Karolyn's body was absolutely energized and aching with desire.
"Would you boys care for another drink?" she asked coyly to which we nodded and she walked towards the bar. We waited a bit, watching the last number of the girl on stage as she spun about the pole.
The DJ ended her act and announced, "Thank you Tiana! Now out your hands together for our new girl - Karol!" And as Def Leppard began to play Pour Some Sugar we both applauded and cheered with surprise when Karolyn confidently strode onto the stage. As the song played, she paraded across the stage showing the audience legs, cleavage and teasing the men with glimpses up her short skirt. When it ended and faded into Beyonce's Naughty Girl, she pulled off the shoulders and hid her breasts behind her hands.
At this point, both Adam and I moved to the stage's edge along with the rest of the audience. Within a minute, she turned her back to the audience and slowly lowered the dress to the ground, bending at the waist and keeping her legs together shaping a perfect moon with her lips just peeking through.
Then Karolyn left us and headed to the opposite end of the stage. As the song changed once more, she slowed the routine and began performing a variety of yoga moves, clad only in your choker and boots. As my wife crawled and bent and flexed across the stage she accepted dollar bills between her cleavage, tucked into her ass crack and between her teeth. The feeling as fingers lightly brushed a breast or a cheek as they left their dollars was exhilarating for her and she felt in control of the audience as her body captivated them.
Karolyn finally made it to our end of the stage whereupon she crawled over on all fours, "Hiya boys. Like what you see?" Neither of us could speak as she arched your back, nearly touching her beautifully round breasts to the stage as she pushed your ass into the air with her knees wide apart as if an invitation to the men at the other end to take her from behind.
