Copyright ©, 2003: All text in this story is created by and the sole property of the author. All rights reserved.
____________________________________
Writer's Note: This piece is a sequel to 'Diane's Mind'. I would recommend that you read that story to get to know Brad, Kathy, and the other characters before reading this one. However, unlike 'Diane', this story contains sexually explicit content. Do not read it unless you are an adult. The story looks at the question "How would it be possible for married couples to have sexual partners other than their spouses, and not jeopardize their own relationship?" Listen to Kathy's story, and learn how she and Brad answered that question.
_____________________________________
It was Friday night, and the sales conference concluded with the awards dinner. It was a noisy, fun-filled affair, as would be expected after an intense week of meetings, performance reviews, and strategy sessions. The closing remarks from the CEO were scheduled early so that the attendees had all night to seek their own entertainment in the city. For the mostly male salespersons, that meant looking for something rough and raunchy. I was grateful that David Malinovski and Allen Theriot invited me to join them for the evening. Those two had the reputation of being the most conservative ones in the sales office, so I felt at ease with their company.
After the dinner, we three walked leisurely to the parking lot to Allen's rental car. The levity of the dinner, and the friendliness of David and Allen, prompted me to walk between the two men, each one holding one of my arms.
"I'm a pretty lucky gal tonight," I giggled. "I have two escorts, and neither of them is my husband. I feel a little naughty."
Allen laughed. "Maybe we should capitalize on the naughty feeling of Kathy's, David. Where could we go to make her feel even naughtier?"
"I'm in favor of doing a little dancing," David replied. "At the party on Wednesday night, all the VP's and managers hoarded what few women there were. I never did get a dance with Kathy, but I saw how good she danced, and how much she enjoyed it. Are you game, Kath?"
"Oh, I love to dance!" I said. "And it would be just the right thing to get us into a party mood. Do either of you know a good place in this city?"
Allen knew the city well, and in fifteen minutes we parked in the lot of the Black Orchid. Inside, the music was loud, hot, and very danceable, at least if you liked to move and gyrate with your partner without touching. I have enjoyed dancing since my teenage years, and I was impressed with the skills of both David and Allen.
We danced for over an hour, consuming two rounds of rum and coke. Allen paid the bar tab, suggesting that we go to another place. Armando's was only a half-mile down the road, and we were quickly back on the dance floor. Another rum and coke, plus the spicy music, made me feel in high spirits.
"Guys, I'm having a wonderful time with you. Everyone in the office thinks that you are the conservative ones. I'm getting a much different opinion of you both. You like partying a lot, don't you?"
David said, "Allen and I, plus our wives, Diane and Terri, enjoy a very lively and imaginative social life. We just feel more comfortable doing things by ourselves and in our own way. And the four of us have been thinking that you and Brad would make a great couple to add to our little group. You're confirming that by having such a good time with us this evening."
"But Brad is not here with me, nor are your wives. I feel a little guilty about going out with such attractive and fun guys, and my poor husband is by his lonesome."
"Oh, I wouldn't count on that, Kathy," Allen remarked. "I talked to Terri on the phone this morning, and she said that Diane talked Brad into joining them tonight. The girls decided that they would have their own equivalent night out after the conference."
David laughed. "So you will be no more cheating on Brad tonight than he is on you, Kathy. I believe that you should trust him, like he does you, and that you should let your instincts govern the way you have fun tonight."
"David, what are you trying to tell me? What do you and Allen have in mind?" I said.
"Nothing more than wanting another dance with you, Kathy. What do you have in mind?"
I took his hand to go to the dance floor. We arrived in time for the conclusion of a lively number, then the DJ switched to a slow dance. David held me close, and positioned me so that his leg rubbed against my pelvis. I didn't pull away, liking the feeling arousing between my legs. I smiled up into David's eyes.
"This is very nice, boss. Thank you for giving me so much support this week."
David slid his hand lower on my back and pulled me even more tightly against him. Now I could feel the bulge in his slacks with my pussy. "We fit together very well, don't we, Kathy? Not only at work, but on the dance floor."
Things were just getting warmed up with David when Allen cut in. They didn't cool down, however, as Allen's penis was positioned exactly where David's had been a few moments earlier. His felt just as good to me. I always thought that Allen is awfully good-looking. Up close in his arms and my head on his chest, he's even better.
We took a break from the dance floor to have another drink, then resumed dancing when the fast numbers returned. After I had danced once more with each of my escorts, David suggested that we try something different. This time he paid the tab, over my protests.
"We're not chauvinists, Kathy. The next place, you pay, but Allen gets to order. Is that a deal?"
"Deal," I said, but I thought that David somehow was scheming. "Where shall we go next?"
Allen grinned. "I have an idea. Why don't we show Kathy what we would do if we were just guys out on the town. Have you ever been to a strip joint, Kath?"
"No, never. The closest I've been are movies and TV. I'm curious, but let's go to some more upscale place, where a female customer won't be too out of place."
"I know just the place," said Allen. "It's called the Satin Slipper. It's about two miles from here."
Allen and David made me laugh with some stories of times when they took their wives to strip clubs. I was genuinely excited about seeing strippers and curious how the men reacted. When we got inside and were seated at a table near the stage, I stared at the stripper performing on the small stage above the bar. She was topless and wearing a pink g-string. I couldn't help but compare myself to the stripper. I leaned over to speak to Allen over the loud music.
"She's so skinny, you can see her ribs, and she can't dance worth shit."
"Do you think that you could do better, Kathy?"
Allen gave me a sly grin. As he was speaking, the waitress came for our order. She looked at me.
"Oh, a woman," she said. Tonight is amateur g-string night. If you sign up, your table tab is free."
"She'll do it," Allen said, grinning mischieviously. "Remember, Kathy, you agreed that you would pay, but I got to order. This is my order. Plus three rum and cokes, please."
David was grinning, too.
"Allen pulled the same trick on Diane two years ago here. The look on your face is only half as astonished as hers was. It took some urging by Allen and me, but she agreed to dance, Kath. Afterward she said it was a blast and a real turn-on. Come on, Kathy, join in on the fun, and say that you'll do it."
I was giggling, but still uncertain.
"You two are a lot wilder than I ever imagined. And I did make that damn promise." I turned to the waitress. "What would I have to do, and how much do I wear?"
When the waitress came back with our drinks, she handed me a printed sheet, which was a release form that each contestant had to sign. She explained the contest procedure.
"Each amateur contestant wears a g-string and a triangle bra. Backstage, where you'll put on your costume, select the music that you want to dance to. You come out front when your name is called. Walk over to the emcee on the front stage, where he will ask you some questions, like your name, where from, and so forth. Then you walk our runway over the bar to the main stage, where you do your dance. After all contestants have performed, they all come out, and the audience claps to decide the winner. Everybody has a good time, and you decide how much you want to show."
Allen kissed me on the cheek.
"Please do it, Kathy. I know you are nervous, but both Terri and Diane did it and afterwards they said it was great fun. What do you say? Why not have some fun? Just don't give them your real name."
"Oh, what the hell," I said. "You've been so great to me all week long, I kind of owe you one. Where's a pen?"
In about a half hour, the emcee walked on to the stage, announcing the start of the amateur entertainment. The audience was getting really noisy and into a fun spirit by time the second performer, Delilah, completed her dance. I was next to go on stage. I heard the music stop and the audience cheer for Delilah. She ran backstage, and the spotlight swung to the stage wing where I was standing. My breasts are quite full and rounded, and were only partially concealed by two tiny blue triangles over the nipples. Below, my black nylon g-string just covered my pussy, with a few wisps of pubic hair peeking out on the sides.