My wife of 12 years loves to dance. Carla has been into dancing since before I met her when we were both 16. We started going steady in high school right after we met, got engaged in our senior year, and got married right after we graduated.
She is one hot dancer. She could be a professional if she wanted. I've seen lots of dancers on TV and movies that aren't anywhere near as good as my wife is.
I can't dance. I have two left feet, or maybe even three. Whenever I try to dance I step on people or fall on my ass. I can do the kind of dance where you just stand in one spot and wave your arms and shake a little, but when you have to move your feet I'm lost.
This is a disappointment to my wife, but she has been very understanding over the years. When we go to parties and such I don't complain about her dancing with other guys and she really loves me for being so understanding. Why wouldn't I be? Dancing makes her horny and I get the benefits. After a couple hours dancing she can't wait to get home so I can fuck her. Several times I've had a great blow job on the way home from the party because she was so hot.
I have to say that I get pretty hot watching her strut her stuff on the dance floor. Watching her move with rhythm, grace and beauty is a real turn-on. We don't go to those kind of parties very often so when we do I encourage her to show-off.
I like to buy her sexy clothes that show off her hot bod when she is dancing. With a 35B, 23, 35 figure on her 5'5" frame she is really hot looking. Her tits may be smaller than some guys like, but they are nice and firm and she doesn't have to wear a bra to hold them up. She sometimes gets a little embarrassed when her nipples get hard while she is dancing, but she knows I like her that way. I've told her I don't mind if some other guys see her nipples sticking out. It's even kind of a turn-on to watch them looking at her. So she has gotten to where she kind of likes it too.
She has this one dress that just blows me away. Emerald green to go with her red hair and milky white skin. It comes down to about mid thigh. In the front it splits at the waist and laces up to just above her breasts. There is a piece of flesh colored material lining the front so you can't really see anything. You can see that she has the right equipment as she moves on the dance floor as the dress slides this way and that across those firm titties of hers, but you don't see any flesh. The dress comes with a matching set of panties. They don't let you see anything either. You know the kind. Some sort of solid material that cover her ass cheeks and pussy. Not like a pair of bikini panties. A couple of times when she wore the dress out for dinner, not dancing, I talked her into wearing a pair of lacy thin bikini panties. They are toooooo hot. I love to look at her red bush showing through the green panties.
I like to play poker. I started having regular Saturday night games in the eighth grade with five friends. We've been playing every Saturday since. Everybody doesn't always make it, but there is always at least four. We decided early on that four is the minimum. We play until guys tap out and there is only three left. That is the end of the game for that night.
Almost seventeen years without missing a Saturday. Sometimes there were only four guys to start and the game didn't last very long , but we always had a game. Last Saturday that changed. And so did a lot of other things.
Tom and Mike were going out of town on come kind of company retreat. That didn't matter as that still left me, Bud, Ron, and Gene. The game was going to be at my house.
Carla went shopping that morning and I was just doing a few chores around the house when Gene called and said he couldn't make it due to a family emergency. Shit, there goes our streak.
Then I got a great idea. Make points with the wife and have a really hot night. I decided not to call Bud and Ron. Just let them come over. Instead of poker they could dance with my wife for a while. After a couple hours they could head home and I could screw Carla's brains out. I knew they wouldn't mind not rushing home to the wife and screaming kids. That's one thing Bud always said, "Stan, you don't know how lucky you are to have a wife like Carla that doesn't want kids. I love my kids but they can drive you crazy."
I figured I would take Carla out for dinner at a nice place and get her back home just in time for the guys to arrive. That way she would still be dressed up and ready for dancing.
This time since the dancing would be private I wanted her to be even hotter looking than usual. I got out her emerald green dress and cut out the flesh colored material. I laid it out on the bed with the see-through panties instead of the matching panties that came with the dress.
When Carla got home around 6, I was sitting in the family room having a beer. After a greeting kiss I told her we were going out for dinner and she should shower and get dressed in what I had laid out for her. She was tickled to be going out at such short notice and ran off to get ready.
About 45 minutes later Carla walked into the family room. I looked at her and almost fell off my barstool. "Wow, babe. You are HOT!"
She blushed and wondered if she wasn't showing too much. I assured her she looked just fine, "never better". I couldn't wait to get her back home from dinner so I could watch her dancing in that wild outfit. I knew I would be getting an eyeful.
I didn't mind the idea of Bud and Ron getting a peek too. I was proud of her body and wished she would show it off a little more anyway.
While we were having dinner the waiter paid us a lot of attention. It was obvious he liked what he saw when he was serving us. Carla got a little embarrassed by all the attention, but she kind of liked it to. The first time she looked up and saw the waiter staring at her partially exposed tits she blushed a bright red. As her titties turned red they just showed up more in contrast to her green dress.
The next time I saw the waiter heading our way I whispered, "You really look hot with half your tits exposed for me." That caused her to blush again and they were very red when the waiter got to our table.
Carla was starting to get a little turned-on herself. When we left the restaurant and headed home she slid over close to me and rubbed my leg. "If you didn't have poker tonight I would be raping you."
That caused my cock to harden a little. I chuckled as I thought about the surprise waiting for her.
When we got home and into the house I grabbed her and brushed her lips with mine. I pulled back a little and looked her in the eye. While we were gazing into each other's eyes I moved my head forward and licked her lips. I ran my tongue across her lips and circled her mouth. She let out a little purr and reached down to caress my hardening cock. Just then the doorbell rang.
I held my wife's hand as I opened the door and let Bud and Ron in. They both gave Carla the once over. It was obvious they liked what they saw. After greetings we all went into the family room. The guys sat down while Carla went to get beers and I turned on some dance music.
When Carla handed me a beer I told her she ought to dance with Ron. As soon as I said it Ron was up and saying, "Yeah, Carla, let's rock."
That was all she needed. They moved to the middle of the room and started dancing. Ron is probably the best dancer of our poker group and Carla always enjoys dancing with him.
