When I got home that Thursday, Dee met me at the door. It had become a routine. She was dressed in something real sexy, tonight it was a sheer blue baby-doll with a matching g-string and we immediately began fucking each other.
As we fucked, I thought of fucking Cindy the night before and I am sure that Dee was thinking of her thorough fucking the night before by her two young stallions. Whatever impure thoughts went through our heads as we fucked with reckless abandon, the sex was amazing. I needed no recovery time after cumming the first time and her libido matched mine.
We did the same when I got home from work on Friday and then twice again on Saturday morning. After our two morning fuck sessions, I met up with a few friends to play some golf Saturday afternoon and Dee went to do some shopping. She told me she wanted to buy something new for dinner that night.
When I got home, Dee was already dressed and she looked hot. My conservative wife was becoming more daring with me since she had become an internet porn star. She wore a hot pink halter-top that tied behind her neck and had no back except for one string across the middle. As I saw her from the side, the top separated from her body enough that you could see the start of her breasts. From the front, the top scooped down low enough that her cleavage revealed half of her tits. The halter stopped just below her navel and revealed her flat lower abdomen before her very short black skirt started. Since the skirt stopped above the upper half of her thigh, her legs were on display from the skirt to her strapped sandal heels.
"You like," she asked with a smile, knowing my answer.
"Fuck yeah," I responded. "I might have to fight off the other guys at the bar with you dressed like that."
She did not realize that I hoped that she would take things that far tonight. I was stuck in a difficult situation. I could not let her know that I knew about the internet thing without possibly ruining the situation of us becoming swingers, which I was not at all opposed to developing. However, if I could lead her down the road to becoming comfortable with the idea of me being okay with her fucking another man in front of me, then things would progress as I wanted them to progress. Of course, every man knows the difficult road that is to navigate.
I took a quick shower and got dressed. We headed out to a local club that was part bar and grill and part dance club.
When got to the bar, I let Dee walk in first as I took in the reaction. Not to my disappointment, Dee turned many heads and most of those eyes stayed on her as we walked to a booth so that we could eat dinner.
"Did you notice how many guys just undressed you with their eyes? Wait, you don't have to answer that. I can tell because your nipples seem to be trying to get out of that top."
Dee just smiled at me because the server was already at our table. We ordered our food. As we waited, Dee excused herself to the bathroom. My eyes, and those of many other guys, followed her to the where the ladies' room was located.
Once she got back, our food arrived. After we finished eating, we headed over to the dance area, which was getting started. There was already about 60 people in the club, many of them already dancing. I am not usually much of a dancer, but I had already had several beers, Dee had already had a couple of glasses of wine, so I took my wife out to the dance floor right away.
The song playing was a very fast dance song and we danced very close. I ran my hands down her back and to her ass. I slowly worked my hands under her skirt, which exposed her cute ass to anyone watching. I do not know if she realized her ass was on display, maybe she was completely aware, but she did not try to move my hands and she continued to grind her hips into me as we danced.
Once the song ended, we left the dance floor and went to get another drink. We found a small table that we could set our drinks on and watch the dance floor. Dee had drank about almost all of the chocolate martini she had ordered when another young man approached our table and asked her if she wanted to dance. She glanced at me, I nodded, she slammed the last of her drink and headed to the dance floor with the young man.
I watched from the table as a server took another drink order from me. She was dancing very closely with the young man. She was turned away from him and grinding her ass back into his groin. His hands worked up and down her side before moving to her legs. As he moved his hands back up her legs, he lifted her skirt so that she was now grinding her bare ass against his groin. She was either drunk and did not notice, or knew exactly what was going on, probably a little of both, but she continued to dry hump this young man on the dance floor.
Urged on by his success with her skirt, he began to move his hands up her exposed abdomen and under her shirt. However, before he could get all the way to her tits, the song ended and my wife headed off the dance floor, readjusting her clothes and back to the table I was sitting.
"Nice show," I remarked as she took a drink of the new chocolate martini I had ordered for her, wondering if she would get my true reference.
"Did you like," she asked me with a little slur to her voice, indicating to me she was getting drunk.
"Would you want to fuck him," I asked her, ignoring her question and turning the conversation to where I wanted it to go.
"Nahh, I could feel his hard-on. He didn't seem too big."
I could not believe my ears. She had always completely refused any suggestion I had ever thrown out like that. Now, she seemed willing to consider it. I was trying to figure out my next move, when another young man approached and asked Dee to dance. This time she did not even bother to check for my approval. Instead, she just jumped up and led him to the dance floor.
They began to dance, but Dee seemed more interested in showing off. The alcohol had let her lose her inhibitions and show off her body to the crowd, which is just what she had been doing on Wednesday nights on the internet. Except right now, I was getting to watch in person.
She was swaying her hips to the music while facing the guy she was dancing with. However, instead of swaying her hands over her head and such, her hands were at the hem of her skirt. As she swayed to the music, she would lift her skirt a little, exposing more of her legs. Each time she raised her skirt a little higher in order to give the guy she was dancing with a little more of a show. Pretty soon, the entire bar could see the tiny black g-string she wore under the skirt.
Once she had raised the skirt over her hips, the guy she danced with pulled her into him by grabbing her ass. She obeyed his move and they quickly began to grind into each others' hips. His other hand worked up her top and came to rest under her top and on her breast.
The dance floor was starting to get crowded. I scanned the floor to see the girls that were dancing. Many were dressed seductively and accentuating their hot bodies. I could not find many of the girls that I would not want to fuck. Considering how hard I was from watching Dee, I had very few qualities for attractiveness in my judging of these girls.
I glanced back to where my wife was and saw that she now had her top pulled up over her tits, exposing them to the crowd while the guy she danced with fondled them. Many of the guys in the crowd had their eyes either glued to Dee.
As the song ended, Dee headed off the dance floor and back to where I was seated. By the time she reached the edge of the floor, the DJ had changed the music to a slow song. I thought about getting up dancing with my wife, but before I moved she was approached by another guy to dance.
She agreed and the two of them headed onto the dance floor. They immediately moved into each other as they reached the dance floor. This guy had been watching Dee dance with the other guys, because his hands immediately went under her skirt and on her ass cheeks. Dee's hands went to his lower back as it looked as if she was pulling him into her as tight as they could get.
Unfortunately, the dance floor became too crowded and my wife and her dance partner went out of my sight. Since I could not see Dee, I glanced around the club and dance floor. Most of the couples were out on the dance floor, many of them getting close and kissing. There were several ladies around the bar not dancing. I thought about asking one of them to join me on the dance floor, but decided to stay where I was.
I finished my drink and ordered another one while I waited for the song to end. The waitress returned with another beer before the song ended. Finally, the song ended and the dance floor began to clear a little. I spotted Dee as she was lowering her top back over her tits. She started towards me while she was still adjusting her shirt and skirt. As she got closer to me, I could tell she was flushed from the dance. She had done more than just dance with the guy.
"You look flushed out a little," I said when she got back to the table.
"Please don't get mad at me," she said, still out of breath and very uneasy because of her nervousness.
"There's nothing you could tell me right now that would make me mad at you," I told her. I hoped, but realized she did not understand, that I meant about more than just what had happened on the dance floor.
"I just had an orgasm," she said nervously.
"Did you fuck him on the dance floor," I asked.
"Oh god no. But he finger fucked me and sucked on my tits until I came. Please don't be mad."
"I'm not at all mad," I said trying to reassure her. "If you knew how hard I am just watching you, let alone you telling me that you had an orgasm, I'm about to explode. Beside, haven't I been the one trying to get you to fuck other guys."
"Yeah, but I couldn't tell if you were serious or just being a smart-ass. God, you're wonderful."
I could tell she wanted to tell me something else, the internet thing, but she seemed to run out of the words. She could not have known that I knew about it, and she had no idea how to bring it up without it sounding like she had been cheating on me, which she had, but I was all for us branching out sexually.
"I've got an idea for you," I said, breaking the short silence. "Why don't you go the bathroom and take off that little g-string that doesn't cover much anyway. It'll give the next guy you dance with easier access, and a chick not wearing panties is so hot."
"Okay," was her only reply as she practically jumped out of her chair and ran to the bathroom.
She returned in a flash and handed me the panties.
"Here is your ticket to take me home," she whispered into my ear after she had bent over, giving everyone behind her a good look at her now bare ass and pussy. "That is when you're ready to go home and fuck the shit out of me."
