My wife, Gwen, and I are what an ordinary couple would call weird—or perhaps even a disaster—but we are way beyond the point where name-calling would hinder the desires we both have.
It was a Friday night. Gwen and I were watching a movie with erotic scenes and dance sequences, when she suddenly said she felt like going clubbing. I was surprised because usually, I would be the one to ask that we go clubbing.
I really love clubbing, but I never wanted to go alone because I didn't like the idea of driving back home—I'm a good driver, but I'd always drink at clubs to the point of it being not safe to drive.
So I was really happy to hear Gwen say she wanted to go clubbing. I took a quick shower and got ready. Gwen did too. I then waited quite a bit for her in the living room—she always took her time when preparing for an outing.
I'd just closed my eyes for a moment when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I was shocked by the sight of the sexy, goddess-like figure standing in front of me. There she was, my wife, in a dark green spaghetti strap ruched bodycon mini dress. It really brought out her figure 8 shape, her deep cleavage, and her pointy nipples. She was taller, too—she was wearing black 6 inch heels, which matched her black purse.
The sight of my wife Gwen gave me an erection right there.
I was staring at her like a deer in the headlights when her voice called me back to reality. She yelled, "Snap out of it, and don't even think about changing your mind!"
I will never change my mind, I replied. You look so gorgeous, I said, to which she just smiled.
l tried to get her to give me some of the sexy stuff before leaving, but she insisted I hold onto the urge until we got back. She sure wasn't ready for another makeover session!
We got into the car and headed straight to the club. As we got to the club's parking lot and were about to get out of the car, Gwen did something that again startled me. She took my right hand and guided it under her gown straight to her pussy. She was bare naked under that hot dress—and at a club!
I wondered what she was planning.
She said "I just wanted you to know I'm not wearing any panties, so mind how you drink." I got another bulge in my jeans hearing what she said. She smiled as she looked at it, but didn't say anything.
It was just 10:30pm, so the crowd at the club was scanty. I wanted us to go take a seat in the VIP section because my wife was wearing no panties... but she said no, and that she preferred a five seater with a draped center table that was not far from the bar and the strippers on the stage.
I called for a bottle of vodka and two energy-drink cans, which we began drinking while watching the strippers.
The club started getting full at about midnight. The heat was building up.
Two guys and a pretty younger lady sat at our table. We began chatting over our drinks.
At first, Gwen and the lady—who'd introduced herself as Sharon—were sitting next to each other, very close. Sharon was to Gwen's left, and the two guys—Martins and Dada—were to Sharon's left. I sat close to Gwen, to her right.
Time passed, and the booze began finding its place in our systems. Sharon excused herself to use the restroom, leaving Martins now sitting next to Gwen and very close.
We kept drinking and listening to the DJ's mix. I felt my wife tensing up a little, only to look at her face and noticing that she was looking flushed. I couldn't figure what it was, because we were all sitting close—and the tablecloth was covering our bodies from the thighs down to the feet.
Sharon got back from the restroom after about 15 minutes. She didn't want to sit down anymore, and she was now asking Dada—whom we got to know later was her boyfriend—to dance with her.
Gwen knew I wasn't a good dancer, so rather than asking me to dance with her, she asked Martins—who hadn't brought along a lady friend. I actually felt relieved when he agreed.
Martins and Gwen were on the dance floor now, with the other two dancing a few feet from them in that crowded, dimly lit space. I just sat there sipping my vodka, switching my gaze between them and the strippers.