I would like to thank 'freaknut' for her help in writing this entire story. She gave me direction where I had none, and inspiration where I needed it.
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Saturday evening couldn't come soon enough. We had decided on going out to a club named Ulterior that was supposedly the new and trendy place where all the beautiful creatures of the night congregated and danced and showed off. Adrienne had heard from a friend at work that it was a really hip place, and the DJ-spun music was top notch.
It felt really good walking into the club, flanked by two beautiful women. I had worn a pair of black slacks and an untucked striped Ben Sherman shirt.
All the patrons were young and beautiful. I felt like I had stepped into a Hollywood premiere party. The men and women were dressed to impress in the latest, tightest, sexiest fashions.
The girls on either side of me were no exception. Kat, to my right, was wearing a pair of very chic, very low hip-hugging jeans. The denim had a metallic tint to it, shimmering as she walked, and the waist was so low that she’d have a problem bending over, or even sitting down.. She wore a tight black, spaghetti string tank top that left her midriff bare. I could see the black straps of a bra that was obviously of the push-up variety, judging by the shelf of cleavage she was sporting. Strappy wedge heeled shoes and hoop earrings accessorized her, and her honey blonde hair was loose but teased. The jeans were low enough and her tank top was high enough to show off her flat stomach, as well as the little black tattoo of kissing lips on her tailbone.
My wife was no slouch herself. For tonight, she wore the slinkiest outfit I've ever seen her wear. The skirt was very short and very tight, silver and just long enough to cover her ass and the tops of her thighs. From time to time, it was stretch and ride up her legs, flashing the careful viewer an impression of the lacy tops of her nude thigh highs. On top, she wore a short halter top, black and silky with ties that crisscrossed her shapely back. She wore tall, strappy sandals, black to match her halter, and her dark hair was up, leaving her neck -- broken only by a slim choker -- and her ears were bare. Her large dark eyes flashed in the strobe lights, and glitter sparkled off her high cheeks, making her look even more like a graceful, faerie visitor.
Both girls wore more make-up than I was used to them wearing: mascara, eye shadow, glossy lipstick. The works.
We hit the dance floor after a quick drink and a shot -- "To get the night off on the right foot," my wife explained, winking at the blonde. I danced in between the two gorgeous vixens, who did everything they could to tease me. Adrienne, dancing in from of me, would casually run her hand along the front of my pants, checking my erection. It was there every time. Kat danced on the other side of me, grinding her tight body against me, making sure I felt her ripe swells against my back. Looking around, all the guys in the room looked envious.
Over the course of the night, I danced with both women individually, sharing a very soulful kiss with both my wife and, with the nod from her, a deep kiss with the blonde.
After about two hours of dancing, I was beat. My legs ached and I headed for the bar, where the girls had been alternately sharing a stool. I rolled up my sleeves, ordered a Jack and Coke, and said between breaths, "I need to rest, girls. I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it," Kat said, stepping up close to Adrienne and running her hand along my wife's arm, "we'll let you rest." My cock began to stir as I watched Kat take my wife's hand and lead her out onto the dance floor. By the way Adrienne was giggling and smiling, I could tell that she had had more than her share of drinks.
The two hot women made their way to the center of the dance floor, turned to each other, and began to dance. It was incredibly erotic. The moved with feline grace, twisting and grinding and grooving to the bumping beat. They found each other's rhythms, synchronizing their tight bodies with one another, and put on a show for me and all the other guys in the club. Legs intertwined, faces close enough to touch, they drank each other's deep gazes, the world closing in to nothing but themselves. Anyone looking over could tell that the girls were into each other, and held their breath for the inevitable kiss that never came.
A couple guys ventured up to the girls, first standing near them, then stepping up to dance. I looked closer when I realized that they must have been twins: same rugged good looks, same light eyes above a week-old shave. One of them put his hands on my wife's hips, breaking her free of Kat's hazel spell. She turned, glancing at the young man who had come to dance with her uninvited, and smiled, obviously liking what she saw. Kat did the same, and she leaned over to Adrienne, whispering something that caused the two women to laugh.
They danced with the twins, making sure to grind back into the guys' crotches. The guys became bolder, their hands starting to roam a little more freely than I was all that comfortable with. As the man dancing with Adrienne began to close his hands up around her breasts, she spun around in a strategic act to keep him at bay. The two freaked each other, his hands all over her nice ass. Again, I grew a little uneasy, but also very aroused. The blonde was doing the same thing now, only she was engaged in a fierce kiss with her twin.
Eventually, the girls returned to dancing with each other, the guys flanking them on either side: a tight little train of undulating bodies. The twin dancing with Kat whispered something to her and she laughed a little before leaning again to my brunette wife and saying something to her.
Adrienne giggled a little bit, looked over at me quickly, and smiled back at Kat. She nodded her head ever so slightly, and Kat smiled at her.
They tilted their heads gently as they brought their lips together. My heart popped. Their full mouths fit together, opening enough to let their tongues slip and slide over one another. Everyone in the club was watching two of the hottest women in the place make out, right in the middle of the dance floor.
This kissing grew more fierce, mouths opening wider, heads tilting further. Even from where I sat, there was no doubt that the two women were locked in an intense tongue duel, their jaws working open and closed. Kat brought her right hand up to the back of Adrienne’s head, pulling her harder into her. My wife simply rested her hands on Kat’s bare hips, playing with the hem of her tight, low-slung jeans.
After what seemed like several minutes, they broke their heated kiss. Adrienne was visibly out of breath. She giggled nervously, but smiled over at me. The guys whispered something else to them, but they shook their heads, together pointing over at me.
The twins looked where I was sitting, shook their heads as though to say, "Lucky bastard," and then disappeared into the crowd as Kat and Adrienne made their way towards me, gently holding hands.
"Ready to go?" Adrienne asked. She was flushed, but all smiles.
"Am I ever!" I replied, and we were out of there.
I don't remember the ride home. I'm not sure if it was because I was a little drunk or really excited, but the next thing I knew, the girls were throwing their purses on the hallway table and the three of us were making our way up to the bedroom.
