Missy walked into the club trying to do her best impression of someone being inconspicuous. Trying to blend in and be unnoticed would be impossible, her husband Jay had seen to that. He had picked out her wardrobe for this evening, and quite honestly it was an evening she didnât know if she could finish. When Jay had picked out the heels, skirt, and blouse that she was wearing now, she was quite surprised at itsâ relatively simple nature. Sure the heels were sexy, and the skirt was short, and the blouse was tight, but it wasnât Jayâs usually style. It wasnât sexy enough. But, what she hadnât realized was that her entire outfit consisted of those three items. No bra, no thong, nothing underneath.
Not having on panties wasnât a problem, sheâd just have to watch it when she sat down; but the absence of a bra was blatantly obvious. Missyâs 38D breasts moved freely under the blouse, and the cool night air had the desired effect on her nipples. She looked like a woman looking for sex.
The first thing she did when she entered the club was to look for Jay. She found him sitting alone in a booth along a wall overseeing the dance floor. He had a drink of some kind and he noticeably perked up when she entered the room. Truth be told, several men perked up and took notice of her when she entered the club.
According to the plan, she walked up to the bar and asked for a drink. She and Jay always drank non-alcoholic drinks on excursions like this. They didnât want anything clouding their judgment, and the only way Jay could get a real rush out of this is if he knew that Missy was doing it of her own free will.
She sat at the bar until she was finally approached by a man. He looked to be in his late thirties, and while he seemed nice enough, Missy just didnât care for him. She did oblige him and dance with him for a couple of songs, and he did try to make several passes at her, but it just wasnât working for her.
She had regained her seat at the bar for only a couple of minutes when she was tapped on the shoulder. She turned, maybe expecting it to be Jay with a change in plans, but instead it was another hopeful suitor. A younger guy, probably around 28 asked her nicely if she would like to dance.
From where Jay was sitting, it all looked to be going well. The guy smiled and spoke to Missy. She smiled back very warmly; Jay was sure this was a winner. The guy motioned towards the dance floor, and Missy carefully hopped off her stool and followed the young man. Jay made a quick trip over to the Jay and made a ârequestâ for three consecutive slow songs. Asking nicely, and twenty dollars, got Jay what he wanted.
The first song began, and the guy showed genuine surprise that it was a slow song. He and Missy both shrugged, and embraced for the dance. The dance started innocently enough, but Missy began to dance a little more suggestively. She brushed her breasts across the mansâ chest several times, then moved closer to grind against his crotch. Then, all at once she motioned towards a loose strap on one heel, and walked to the edge of the dance floor to a dark corner between the back wall and a booth. She raised her foot onto a stool to fix the strap, and when she did her short skirt rode up her ass; leaving the bottom half of her butt exposed. The only people with a view of the show where the young man, and Jay sitting in strategically located booth in the balcony above. After fixing the strap, she turned and smiled innocently at the guy and resumed the dance. Her dancing continued to get more suggestive. At one point she turned her back to the guy and started grinding her butt against his crotch. She placed his hands on her hips and led them up and down. When his hands drifted to her thighs, she led them back up under her skirt. His hands were rubbing her bare hips and squeezing her ass. The darkness of the dance floor hid their actions, and they continued to move rhythmically so as not to draw attention. Missy parted her legs slightly farther and bent a little at the waist. Her eyes slowly closed and her mouth parted like it was making an âooohhhhâ sound. The guy was playing with his wifeâs clit right there on the dance floor. Missy let him fondle her for about fifteen seconds, and then she turned and whispered something in his ear. Jay couldnât heat it, but he knew what she was saying. The guy smiled at her, and they walked off the floor and out of the club.
Jay sat in the booth for ten more minutes. It was not a planned amount of time; that was how long it took for his erection to subside and allow him to walk out. He walked the three blocks back to the hotel room. His mind raced as to the events that were unfolding in some unknown location. Where they in a hotel room? His apartment? A car?
And what was occurring? What would she allow him to do to her? Was she the dominant one, or had he taken control? The anticipation was just as much fun as actually being told about the events from his wife.
He got back onto the hotel room and took off all his clothes. He laid on the bed and masturbated to the thoughts of what was occurring with his wife. He would get himself on the verge of orgasm and then stop, not wanting to ruin the return of his wife. He could feel his balls tightening.