Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Joe, Ted, and I stood outside of the night club. The three of us had just dropped our wives off at the front door and were "waiting" to go in and get a table in the shadows, away from the bar.
The three of us had met on a forum where we discussed sharing our wives with other men. We all denied the fact that we wanted to be cuckolded by our wives, but deep down inside, this was our one true desire. We all suspected this of each other, but none of us ever admitted it, or accused the other of feeling that way.
We had found an element of comfort in sharing our efforts with each other. We passed web pages, articles, and even books between the three of us but never talked about what each of us truly wanted deep down inside.
Ted, Joe and myself were all successful in our professions. Ted was in marketing and had a considerable amount of savings. Joe was in real estate and did very well once he started selling commercial properties. I worked in bank investments and shared what knowledge I had with others from time to time.
None of us were in the market for a yacht or a private jet, but we were comfortable.
Ted was married to Elaine. She was a fierce brunet that had been a gymnast in college.
Joe was married to Ann. Ann was a red head with an hourglass figure and an amazing ass.
Jo was my wife. She looked like a natural blonde, but had highlights put in her hair. She had 38DD breasts and loved to flaunt them every Saturday night at this club, in the grocery store, work, by the pool, or anytime she could.
Tonight was a little special. We had all been coming here for about 6 months, every Saturday without fail. Recently, we had all decided to have our wives walk in without us, and then we would stroll in a little later.
The "danger" here was that none of our wives knew that we all knew each other, or shared the desire for each of them to have sex with other men. We had been all over different forums discussing this, even had detailed conversations with other members. But none of us had the courage to "let the cat out of the bag."
So here we were, a cold November Saturday night standing outside watching Ted smoke, making small talk. It was moronic, slow witted, and non-productive. At the moment, it just seemed to work.
As soon as Ted finished his smoke, we all decided that we needed to go inside, split apart and then compare notes later on.
I went in first, scanned the room and found an empty table 3 rows away from the dance floor. Ted split off and found a spot on the opposite side of the room. Joe went to the far end and found a table with a great view of the dance floor.
What the three of us were NOT prepared for was the sight on the dance floor. All three of our wives were dancing with other men. As we walked in, the song had just started.
I settled down at the table and waited for the waitress to come by to take my drink order. I ordered a drink for my wife and myself and then focused my attention on the dance floor. Jo was a mover and loved to dance. She was dancing with a guy that looked like me, only 15 years younger. I was a little excited about it.
Joe found his wife on the floor with a guy that looked nothing like him. Her dance partner looked a lot like Brad Pitt. According to Joe, Ann's favorite movie was Legends of the Fall.
I looked past the dance floor and saw Ted staring at his wife. Elaine was dancing with a guy about our ages. He looked like a personal trainer. His arms were huge.
As the song ended, I expected Jo to find me in the crowd and come join me.
I anticipated all the wives would break away and go join their husbands.
Instead, they stayed on the dance floor with their "partners" and danced a slow song with them.
The three of us had started a group text a few weekends ago. My phone buzzed as soon as the song started and the wives stayed out on the floor.
Ted & Joe - "This is new."
"THIS is positive. Stay hidden so your wife keeps dancing with them." - Me
I watched as Jo's partner held her close and put his hands in the small of her back. I got a little more excited when she rested her head on his shoulder for a part of the song. As they spun away from my line of sight, Jo's partner slid his hand down, half on her ass, half on her thigh.
Ted - "Nice move stranger."
I watched as Ted's wife pulled her partner in closer and he reciprocated by pulling both her shoulders in, as if he was hugging her.
Everyone was watching Ann and her dance partner. Ann drew a crowd no matter where she went. Joe was getting a little nervous as he watched. He kept moving around in his seat.
"Steady, this is ALL good." - Me
The song ended and the "couples" broke apart and headed different directions. Ted's wife found him at his table and sat with him. He waved to "Muscles" as he walked past their table.
Joe's wife ran to the bathroom.
My wife Jo walked to the bar and her partner bought her a drink. They sat at the bar and talked for a bit. Jo slurped her drink down and then went to the bathroom.
Ann came out of the bathroom and joined Joe at his table.
Jo came out of the bathroom and I thought she saw me, but she was distracted by her dance partner. He talked her into joining him for another dance. She looked at me and I nodded, motioned with my hands, and fake laughed so she could see my approval.
Jo followed her new "friend" out to the dance floor and they finished a fast song. This transitioned into a slow song, and his hands were on her ass as the song started. They never moved. She never moved them.
Ted and Joe were with their wives, so they could not text me. I watched between the crowd as they moved around the dance floor, his hands ON her ass the entire time.
As this slow song ended, a second one started, and Jo moved in closer to her dance partner. His hands dropped a little lower and he held both of her ass cheeks in his hands.
Jo welcomed this, and at the end of the song, they kissed on the lips before breaking apart and moving in opposite directions.
Jo walked directly to the bar and got a drink for herself before she walked over to the table and sat down beside me.
I had a raging hard-on in my pants which I wanted to keep as a secret. Jo was extremely sexy and tonight, she oozed sexuality to the crowd. She kissed me (on the lips) and sat down.
"Finally made it inside I see." Jo teased me.
I looked at her, "Just in time for the show." I teased.
Jo blushed but she was not ashamed of her attraction to other men. She KNEW she was sexy, and she loved showing off her titties. Tonight was no exception.
"Another one of these and I'm going to overheat. Might need to rip some of these clothes off to cool down." Jo said provocatively.
I said nothing and pushed her watered down drink across the table.
"Mr. Beverly, are you daring me to go commando?" Jo said.
I nodded and said nothing.
Jo reached for her watered down drink and slammed it down. She looked at me and smiled. "I will be right back."
I never thought she would go through with it.
Jo went to the bathroom, waited for a stall to open and then locked herself inside. She slipped out of her panties and hung them on the door slide. She clicked a picture and sent it to me in a text.
Jo - "Happy?"
"I will get you a fresh drink if you go without the bra." - Me
A few minutes went by.
I got a reply.
Jo - "Done."
Along with the text message, there was a picture of her bra in her hand.
I flagged down the waitress and ordered a few more drinks for Jo.
I looked up just in time to see her walking out of the bathroom. She had on a low cut blouse and a short skirt with a slit up the side. She kept "fighting" the skirt by pulling it down.
I got a twitch in my balls as she walked across the end of the bar, eyeing me the entire time. As she passed a half wall, her dance partner cut her off and asked for a fast dance.
Jo whispered in his ear, "I will meet you on the dance floor."
He walked to the dance floor and Jo walked over to our table. She slammed the rest of one drink, looked at me and said, "Its not easy being in demand."
She set her purse down and rushed to the dance floor.
