This is a continuation of "Steam Room Slut".
After our adventures at the massage parlor Lisa and I were relaxed and ready for anything. The two friends that had enjoyed Lisa in the steam room told us where they were planning on partying later that night and that's where we were headed, right after we stopped by our house for Lisa to change into her club clothes.
Lisa's skin was still glistening and slippery from the oil used during her massage, as was her slit from her own juices. We picked out a sheer black halter dress for her to wear. It had a plunging neck line and a very low back that left no doubt she wasn't wearing a bra, going almost all the way down to the crack of her ass with a spaghetti tie midway up her back and another around her neck holding up the front of the dress. It was loose fitting, about 2/3 down the length of her thighs with high slits on each side, and was a light enough material that it fluttered as she walked through the house. She didn't bother with panties and put on her black leather sandals with 2 inch heels. In the bright lights the sheer dress was very transparent but in the dim lights of the club it would be seductively subtle, although if she had worn panties they would have been very noticeable through the dress. She put on dark red, nearly black lipstick and dark eye shadow, which contrasted dramatically with her pale white skin. At my request Lisa had earlier polished her fingernails and toenails a glossy black.
To finish off the ensemble, I surprised her with a black leather collar and matching wrist and ankle straps. They were soft leather bondage restraints about an inch wide, each with a silver ring for attaching to straps or a leash, although I had no intention of using them for that purpose - this time. They were expensive and classy, and on first glance they just looked like leather accessories. Lisa was definitely surprised but liked the look, and even though we weren't into BDSM the thought of wearing them out in public to the clubs gave her a sexual rush. Spiking up her short thick black hair with gel, she looked incredibly hot, sexy and exquisitely sluttish.
The dance club was a relatively new addition to downtown. It was in a 4 story renovated brick building and was known for good local bands and a large dance floor. Only the first floor had been finished, the other 3 stories were empty with large openings in the front of each floor facing the street where windows were going to be installed. There were 16 foot ceilings in the first floor, two bars, pool tables, and open air tables in the front, but the main focus of attention was the stage and crowded dance floor in the middle of the room.
When we reached the club, Lisa headed over to check out the dance floor and I headed to the bar. I got a Coors Light for Lisa and myself a 7up(I am the permanent designated driver). When I found her she had located Rick and Chris and was chatting with them and two of their friends who were introduced as Marie and Ian. Marie was an attractive oriental with a terrific body, and Ian was tan with blue eyes and short dark straight hair. He was about my height with a lean athletic build. Lisa quickly took a drink of her beer, she was probably feeling a little nervous around our new acquaintances.
The first thing Marie asked me was "Did you enjoy the steam room as much as the others?" so I knew they had already talked about our earlier adventure. No wonder Lisa was sheepish.
"Hell yes!" I said. She and Lisa laughed.
Lisa had already told them we were married and got off while fulfilling each other's fantasies. The guys congratulated me on having such a great wife, and I wholeheartedly agreed. I was relieved to know I didn't have to act like we were strangers, and also because given the situation the other guys most likely wouldn't be trying to take Lisa home.
Lisa looked fantastic as she talked to the group. Her areolas were fairly visible through the sheer material of her dress, and the cool air of the club along with the sexual atmosphere of the night kept her long nipples as stiff as I had ever seen them, tenting out the thin fabric of the front of her dress. I watched Marie staring intently at her breasts as Lisa talked to the other guys. I could see the curves and crack of Lisa's fine ass through the material of the back of her dress, making it apparent to anyone who looked that she wasn't wearing panties. I couldn't wait to see her on the dance floor where the lights were brighter.
