My girlfriend, Candy, and I have been together for the past five years. Candy is a very beautiful young woman, twenty-two years old, five-feet-five inches, with light brown eyes and a pretty face. Her figure is pretty amazing, given the fact that we both work out at the gym a couple times a week. Her 34-DD breasts stand firmly upright, capped by two very succulent nipples, while her bubble-butt clearly pushes outwards, asking to be touched.
A couple weeks ago, while she was browsing through some books at a local bookstore, she came upon a Penthouse magazine, which she immediately bought so we could share the erotic fantasizes submitted by fellow readers. Most of the stories carried themes that involved threesomesβwatching, swapping and swinging, all of which interested me long before I actually met her.
We had a lot of amazing sex after reading some of the stories that involved clubbing since it contained a setting that could foster a situation if any of the fantasizes we read ever had a chance of happening. I've been telling her how much it would turn me on to watch her with another guy for quite some time or even as much as to watch her grind against someone on the dance floor. I could tell that the thought of it excited her a lot but she was too shy to try anything.
It was a Saturday night, as I clearly remember it, and we were going to a very popular nightclub which housed a lot of young, Caucasian men and women. Candy was the type of girl that loved being the center of attention and would go to any extent to heighten her physical appearance to make her truly irresistible.
On that night she wore a white six-inch-long tube top that just barely cupped her breasts and a pink mini Spanish skirt that rested just under the crease of the lower part of her butt cheeks. She added the finishing touches with a matching pink thong and a pair of knee high stiletto boots with fur trim and a three-inch high heel.
We parked the car and walked around to the entrance where we had to line up for a few minutes before being allowed to enter. I could see she was enjoying the attention, as even the Caucasian girls lined up to the front of us turned around to look back at her. I had put my hands around her, letting the palm of my hand rest flat on her stomach, pulling her towards me as I could hear guys heckling her from behind us as we stood in the waiting line. It was a mixed feeling of both pride and humiliation as we listened to some of the comments of guys driving by in cars and those around us.
After a long wait, we finally got into the club and I was able to compose myself from what took place outside. On scanning the room from a guy's perspective, I could tell that the night was not going to be very prosperous since there were almost four times as many guys as girls in the club.
Candy and I managed to get some drinks and we headed off to a couch that was at the edge of the dance floor. I sat down first and then she eased her way onto my lap while trying keeping her legs closed to avoid exposing her pink thong, conscious that her entire thighs were exposed on either side.
As we both sipped on our drinks, the night progressed slowly and uneventfully until two older white guys came and filled the vacant seats on the couch that we were sitting on. As they made themselves comfortable sitting on either side of us, Candy turned around gave me a smirk as she continued to dance in a rhythmic motion while still on my lap.
The two men beside us were obviously rich older white guys who probably got a short escape from their wives at home and were looking for fun, as I could see they both had wedding rings on their fingers. As I allowed my back to press against the seat behind me I could see both men taking glimpses of Candy's smoothly shaved legs as she moved her ass in motion with the direction of my cock. I could tell Candy was beginning to enjoy the attention, as she would turn her head back and look at me while she danced on my lap, sometimes breaking the eye contact with me to look both guys in their eyes.
I had definitely had a lot to drink and so did Candy, so we both had to go to the washroom. Candy insisted that we would lose our seats if we both got up so she told me that she would go to the washroom first and when she came back that I would have my turn.
As she gently eased off my lap, my hard-on was clearly visible and I leaned forward to cover it as the three of us watched her walk towards the restroom. I could almost see the bottom of her ass cheeks. Both guys beside me almost spoke at once as they began to tell me how lucky I was, and that Candy was definitely the sexiest girl at the club. Looking down, I could tell that she was responsible for the bulges in their pants and it didn't seem like they were going to disappear that easily.
They offered me a drink of scotch from a bottle they had bought earlier and when I humbly refused they insisted I take a drink with them. I looked over and the line to the lady's room was pretty long but there was no sign of Candy. They began to make small talk and the three of us chatted like if we were old buddies over a period of ten minutes.
I found out that they were both married but were in the country on business for the next three days and that they had heard that Trinidad and Tobago had the best-looking women in the world. They insisted that I introduce them to Candy, which I didn't mind since they seemed like two pretty harmless guys. Just then I saw Candy emerging from the washroom, and as she walked towards us her firm breasts bounced like vibrating jello with every step, and her fingers ran through the highlights in her straightened hair.
Her stunning beauty left a trail of watchers, both men and women, as she soon approached us; I then got up and gave her a kiss on the cheek before introducing her to Bill and Mitch, and left with the urgent need to urinate. I decided to turn back before entering the men's room only to see that they had already put a laughing smile on her face.
This brought on a surge of jealousy and I decided I was going to call it a night after I was finished in the men's room. On my way out of the washroom, I headed for the bar, which was out of their sight but within my vision, and I sat on a stool and ordered a drink. I kept a bird's eye view, watching her laugh and have fun; Bill's hand was resting ontop of her legs and she seemed to be doing most of the talking which stirred my jealousy further.