The club was pulsating with energy, the bass of the Latin music thumping through my chest. Alexandra and I had been coming here every Friday for months, but tonight felt different. The air was thick with anticipation, and I could sense something brewing between Alex and her dance teacher, Mark. They had been dancing together since 3 days and tonight, their bodies moving in perfect sync, closer than ever before.
Alexandra(24), my girlfriend of two years, and I (26) loved to go out dancing on the weekends. She gets all the attention everytime with her perfect dance body with C type breasts and with short pants and with her crops.
She possesses German beauty, with dark curly hair, a height of 173cm, a beautiful face, and a slender body.
On the other hand, I am a middle-type man, standing at 177cm with moderate muscular build. I had some confidence issues before, but now I try to overcome those negative feelings.
We support each other in general, but on a deeper level, she is very active in bed, while she prefers vanilla sex. I always considered myself lucky to have her.
Last week I heard, a new teacher Mark moved into the city one month ago and heard that he is a perfect dancer and a casanova at the dance floor, all the women want to dance with him.
When I saw him at the dance floor first time and he had real aura. When he saw Alexandra, I saw he checked on her a lot and he gave some hidden looks everytime. Alexandra, on the other hand liked the attention from him but was cool about that. After we danced 3-4 songs, we went to the bar and he checked on her and invited her to the floor again. She was a little bit sweaty but she accepted again his invitation, I ordered a beer and saw his dancing with my girlfriend and he was really good, synced with the music. Alexandra was dancing like she forgot everything gave herself completely to him. They danced really long and sensually, everytime my girlfriend was melting when she was touching his muscular body.
I watched from our usual spot at the bar, nursing a beer, as they swayed to the sensual rhythm of Bachata. Mark's hands were low on Alex's hips, guiding her with a confidence that made my stomach twist. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire, and he leaned in, whispering something in her ear that made her laugh softly. The sound sent a shiver down my spine.
"You were okay over there?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady as she approached me after they finished the dancing. She went to the bathroom, and I met with him. While we were talking, I sensed his superiority on the conversationm he was handsome, dancing good and has an auro that he can pick any girl from the club. She came from the toilette, and saw she renewed her make up and stood near him, and conversation was shifted to him and my girlfriend, I started to drink my beer nervously, and tried to socialize with other people but I could not look at somewhere else because they seem like they had a good time, she also saw my looks and smirked at me and continued to talk with him closely. They danced 3 times in the first night and when I returned back to them, he invited her other nights and she happily accepted. When we were talking on the car, she said he accepted to help her for improving her dances and she was so happy. I saw in her eyes, when she was talking about him, her eyes were smiling everytime.
Next night, we went to the club again. The club was not so crowded like yesterday but he saw us and approached and hugged her and kissed from the chin. He shook hand with me with smiling and invited us to his table. That night they danced all night and he directed her, stopped and corrected her movements and while he was doing he was touching all of her bodies. She was so happy to dance with him, but with my jealousy, I needed to wait them to finish their combination of dancing and class. I also see that I am in trouble because she was starting to dance with her so close.
On the way back of that night, I asked she was so close with him. She told me I should not be mad at her, because he is a great teacher and he has been helping her. When she slept, I could not sleep and started check some story and was reading a story about a couple whose wife was sleeping with her gym teacher. I saw my dick was awakening and while I was playing myself, I saw her eyes, she was looking at my story. I furiously stopped the phone, and she asked what I was doing with a smile:
I denied, and told I was looking at the football match and accidentaly opened that site. She said I saw you typed that story, sth like you knew that before. I denied it and she said ok with a smile and turned to the other side and started to sleep.
Third day, she said tonight she wants to go to the club also, she told me she talked with Mark, and she asked me if I want to go with her. I did not know she took his number and I said I do not have any plan but I missed having sex with you, can we not postpone the dance to another night... She said ok, then she hang up the phone however, at the night we spent some time in the bed but I saw she did not enjoy a bit. I embaressed at the end felt that I am sorry that I destroyed your night with him.
She also mentioned about the story I read and asked my feelings towards that kind of relationship. I could not answer but said communication is everything and if the relationship is strong that kind of things could be experimental and support the relationship also. She liked that a lot told me that I should not worry about anything.
She planned with him another bachata night two days later and at night, she wore really sexy mini and crop, did not wear any bra. She also changed her hair a little bit, before that she was so stunning that I wanted to cancel the class and go to bed immediately, she rejected and she told me she prepared with her class with him, did not want any objections. I was so hard on that night, the club was crowded again. When we reached the club, he was talking with some people and she went to his arms directly. They went to the dance floor again, I was trying to find a table with her bags and saw that they started to dance like they were making out. She did not wear any bra and I knew he was feeling her breasts, and he turned over her, while he was dancing behind her, his hand was under her breasts, and other was on her hips. Her eyes rolled out and then she saw my look, she liked that I saw her like that and her head went back and she enlarged the touching points with him like they dance as one. After 4-5 songs, they both sweated a lot and she passed by near me, without looking at me but smiling, together they went to the bar. They talked there 1-2 hours and he was touching her grabbed her from her back and they were flirting definitely.
I saw she blushed, ducking her head and shouted "Thanks, Mark. You're a great," that was all I heard.
When I moved towards her, I saw he was touching her hips and he chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Maybe we should continue this lesson somewhere more private."
My heart skipped a beat. She asked: "What do you mean?"
Mark glanced at me, his expression softening. "I have an apartment nearby. We could go there, have a few drinks, maybe dance some more."
Alex's eyes sparkled with excitement. "That sounds fun."
I swallowed hard, feeling a knot form in my throat. was looking at her like are you sure about this?
She nodded, her smile never wavering. "Come on, it'll be fun. Right, Mark?"
He smirked, extending his hand to her. "Absolutely."
