I looked across the crowded club at my husband. He was sitting alone at a small table with a sexy smile on his face. He was enjoying himself and I would bet my life he had a hard on beneath the table. His eyes were on me dancing with a tall, black man. The man had one hand pressed against my bare back and another on my ass. I was pressed against his hard body, gyrating to the pumping beat of the music. One of his legs was between my thighs, making me hot and wet. I could feel his erection pressed against my belly. The heady atmosphere, alcohol and the dancing were making me feel so horny, I couldn't wait to get this sexy man back to our hotel room.
Earlier, back at the hotel, I had modelled a couple of dresses for my husband, unable to decide which to wear. We were going for a meal, then onto a club for some dancing. One dress was black, short and tightly fitting. It emphasised my small waist and curvy hips. The other dress was a red, backless, halter neck with a floaty skirt. It clung to my breasts and waist before skimming my hips, ending just below my arse. I felt sexy wearing either, the choice was his.
"The red one," he declared as he rubbed my nipples through the thin fabric, sending delicious sensations through my body. I looked in the mirror and realised that my hard nipples were visible through the dress. No wonder he had chosen that one!
"And no underwear," he demanded. He loves easy access to my body!
We'd had a lovely dinner, he had been whispering dirty things in my ear throughout the meal, telling me what he would do to me when we got back to the hotel later. During dessert he had slid his hand up my thigh, under my dress, gently prising my thighs open so he could run his fingers over my moist pussy.
"Oh, you are so wet, my love. You feel so ready for a hard cock in that tasty cunt!" He plunged his fingers into me just as the waiter arrived at our table to ask if everything was alright with our desserts. He must have thought I was really enjoying my chocolate mousse as I let out a little moan before I managed to answer.
Later, at the club, I had enjoyed a couple of cocktails while my husband drank beer. We sat at our table chatting and flirting with each other. He kept casually brushing his fingers lightly over my nipples, making them hard and tingly under my dress. I was starting to get giggly on the alcohol when he suggested I dance.
On the dance floor I became absorbed into the beat of the music, my body moving as one with the rest of the crowd. I spied a handsome, tall, black man watching me from the edge of the dance floor. I danced over to him and, emboldened by the alcohol coursing through my body, I reached out my hand to pull him towards me. He accepted my silent invitation to dance and joined me. It didn't take long before his muscular body was pressed up against me.
He bent down and kissed me on the lips. A deep, passionate kiss that sent shivers of electricity down to my pussy. I wanted this man. He slid his hand up my thigh under my skirt. I shivered as he discovered my lack of underwear and slowly ran his fingers along my wet slit.
"Naughty girl," he whispered in my ear.
I moaned as his finger entered my hot hole briefly before rubbing against my clit. I was so turned on. I needed this man now.
"Come and meet my husband," I whispered to him.
His eyes opened wide in shock then he smiled as he seemed to correctly guess what I wanted. I led him over to the table where John was sitting.
"Looked like you were having fun with my wife," John smiled.
"She's a great dancer," he replied.
He offered my husband his hand. "I'm Max."
"John." They shook hands.
"I'll leave you two to get to know each other. Back in a sec," I bent down to give John a passionate kiss, ran my hand over Max's muscular chest and left to go to the ladies.
