My first 750 word story.
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"Can I have this dance?"
My wife got up without even looking at me and walked over to the dance floor with Ty 'Norse God' Jensen, the quarterback of our NFL team. The song was fast and I could not really object to how they danced and I've never seen a white guy with better dancing ability. My wife's smile was most disconcerting, one part bliss and two parts lust. Six foot five, dark blonde, ripped apparent even though his shirt had sleeves.
My wife was a good dancer and Ty... was actually better at dancing than she was. The second song was a slow one. There was space between their bodies but not much. His hand was above her ass, but not by much. My wife was looking a little flushed and I can definitely say I was not liking this. They broke after the song and came back to the table. When he held her chair out for her, he moved it further from mine then stood between my wife and I. He ordered drinks; two; one for her and one for him. They talked for five minutes about how great the music was and how good a time they were having.
Two songs later, another slow one came on and they got up to dance. She never looked at me but he spared me a glance with a not so well hidden smirk. This dance there was no space between their bodies. I was getting some looks from people who were watching because, well, it's Ty Jensen and people had clearly noticed him from the beginning. The next Next up was another slow one and she was almost melded against his large and perfect body. She did not object when his hand moved right onto her ass.
I was sitting alone and forgotten as a fast song came up and everyone watched the perfect couple as they burned up the dance floor. Between songs, Ty briefly talked to one of the waiters and a minute later a drink showed up and the waiter said with more than a little mocking, "Compliments of Ty." I gave the waiter a sour look, 'Barry' was an asshole.
