The dinner part of the dinner dance was actually a bit boring. Hubby, my sister and myself sat at a table with other couples, and with my sister the only single person. We ate our mediocre meal, chatting about mundane things. All the husbands, except mine, spent the whole time staring at my cleavage, and flirting with me, and my husband spent the whole time chatting with my sister.
I was starting to get fed up with it all, when the dancing started. There were no unattached men, so the three of us danced together, and I could feel the lust from all the frustrated husbands as they ogled my see through dress, with my tiny purple thong underneath. I actually didn't mind the attention, and was getting increasingly turned on, but their wives were looking daggers at me, and there was no way any of the husbands were going to risk a divorce to get to dance with me and therefore touch my body.
Finally, a load of guys swarmed into the room from the lobby and walked straight onto the dance floor. There were a good number of seriously hot guys, mostly about ten years younger than my sister and me, which is perfect. Carol said something harsh to poor hubby, and he shot off like a scolded cat, which left the two of us dancing together. In only a couple of minutes two guys asked us to dance. We had a couple of dances, but, for me, there was no chemistry. My guy couldn't get over his lust for me enough to actually be able to construct a sentence, so he just looked down my top.
I said goodbye to him, and Carol had to follow, a little annoyed I thought. I explained to her what the problem was, but before I finished, I spotted two gorgeous hunks looking at us from the bar. I caught the eye of the better looking of the two, in my opinion anyway, and gave him a little smile. A second later they were moving towards us like two Crocodiles closing i on their prey. I was really enjoying being their prey, and Carol cheered up immensely when she realized they were homing in on us.
The guys didn't bother asking anything, they just held out their hands to take us to dance. I liked the guy straight away. He told me that he was Paul, divorced and playing the field for a little while. He smelt great,was confident, fit, and charming. After a couple of dances there were some slow numbers and he pulled me into his arms, and held me firmly while we danced. Soon I could feel a bulge in his trousers, and I asked him if he was having fun. He said that every man in the room was jealous of him, especially my husband, and I told him that hubby fantasized about me having sex with another man when he wanked.
Paul obviously liked that news as he kissed me gently on the lips, as his hands held my bum cheeks. He kept on kissing me, caressing my lips with his, running his hand up and down my back, then over my bum cheeks again. He changed to kissing my ear and neck as his right hand explored my breast, and I realized that my husband was watching all this happening and I felt so excited. I was getting really aroused, my nipples were hard as buttons and ultra sensitive, and my thong was soaking wet, with moisture running down the inside of my legs.