This story is a tough one to categorize. There are elements of exhibitionism, cheating, domination and entitlement. All the characters have flaws that lead them into a dangerous game. A young married couple deal with amorous attention from a powerful admirer and the wife finds him hard to resist.
Jeff's story
It was a company dance party. My band had been hired to play for their dancing pleasure. It was held at The Drake, a very prestigious club in downtown Grantham. Our wives and girlfriends were invited to come along and enjoy the evening as well. It doesn't happen often, so it was nice to have them join us.
We were well into our first set and the house was rocking. Margaret, my wife, sat at the table reserved for the band with the ither wives. They danced with each other and drank large glasses of wine. It was always a treat to watch my Margaret on the dance floor. She was tall, at 5 foot 9 inches, a stunning brunette with an amazing figure. As a musician, I had to get used to watching her dance since I was often providing the music she danced to.
A tall, very well dressed man had walked up behind her chair. He leaned forward and spoke to her. She turned her head toward him, nodded, and let him lead her to the dance floor.
I had become somewhat anesthetized to men dancing with her, but there was something about this guy. He was exactly Margaret's type. At a guess I'd say he was well over 6 ft tall, short haired, well-groomed, clean shaven and well dressed in a dark suit. He was broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hip. I always thought men looked dorky when they danced to fast songs but this guy carried it off.
They stayed up for two fast songs but our next number was a slow ballad. Margaret smiled at him and turned to go back to the table. The handsome stranger reached out to her, placing a hand in her shoulder. She turned to him and he spread his arms to her. She paused but then walked back to him and they danced.
One of our "guidelines" when at an event like this is to avoid slow dances. It isn't a hard and fast rule but it is damn close. I can't tell you how horrible it feels to watch the woman you love dance in another man's arms. It is even worse when you are playing the music that they are dancing to, it makes you feel like an enabler. To add a further element of danger to the situation, Margaret has a problem. Drinking changes her personality. When she is sober she is a lovely demure woman. When she drinks too much she becomes a reckless, risk taking slut.
My eyes were glued to them. They spoke to each other as they danced. She laughed at whatever he said. She held him close. He was a good dancer. The song came to an end. She smiled and they parted, both returning to their respective tables. We had one more song to get through before the set ended.
I watched as the women at her table ribbed her about her dance partner, I could see her blushing. She looked up at me and smiled but there was caution in that smile. Yes, she knew she had pushed a "guideline". We finished the set, I got a club soda and joined her at the table.
"Having some fun tonight?" I asked.
"Yeah, you guys are great!
"You were dancing up a storm."
"Yes, it was fun"
"So who is he?"
"His name is Norman. I don't know anything else."
"Tall and handsome too. Better be careful. Remember our guidelines on slow dancing. Maybe ease up on the wine."
"You have nothing to worry about. Just keep playing that sweet music."
Margaret's story
I loved watching my husband play in his band but I didn't get the chance as often as I would like. Tonight is one of those rare occasions. I made up my face and wore one of Jeff's favourite dresses. It was shape enhancing and a little bit daring in the amount of décolletage it showed. The skirt portion was flouncy and loose; very girly!
The band was really firing on all cylinders tonight. About halfway through the set a man asked me to dance. I would have turned him down but he was so handsome and he just had this presence about him. It was a fast song so why not.
He reminded me of a young Roger Moore. Actually he looked a little like my husband but about 6 inches taller and more muscular and toned. His suit was very fine and could not have been bought off the rack, it was tailored to fit.
Jeff and I agreed that dancing was cool but slow dances should be avoided, so when a slow song came up I said thanks for the dance and turned around to go back to the table. He touched my shoulder. I turned to see him holding his arms wide, smiling. Oh crap. I knew I should not dance with him but I folded myself into his arms.
He was an amazing dancer. It was so easy following his every move. He told me his name was Norman and he hoped I was having a good time at his party. He said that he loved to dance, especially with lovely ladies like me.
I laughed and told him, "That is probably the worst pickup line I have heard in ages."
He laughed too.
"Sorry, I am out of practice and I never was much good at them."
I knew the song was in it's last verse. I laid my head against his chest. The fabric of his suit was the finest wool I have ever felt against my skin. It was so soft. His scent was mix of sandalwood and vetiver, very old school. I felt him holding me closer and enjoyed that sensation. The song ended and it was over, the bubble burst.
Back at the table the others were grilling me about who he was, then Jeff came to the table.
Jeff's story
The second set was well underway and Margaret was right, the band was on fire tonight.
Margaret and the other women danced together for the first two songs. She sat out the third but her earlier gentleman asked her to dance again. Once again his timing seemed perfect, it was a fast song but there were two slow ones coming up.
When they held each other for the slow dance it looked different than the first time. They seemed more at ease. It seemed more intimate. I tried to concentrate on the music and my playing but my attention kept creeping back to the two of them on the floor.
We started the second slow song, a real crowd pleaser. I think nearly everyone had danced to the tune at some time in their lives. He saw her put her head against his chest and she smiled, eyes closed. He brought a hand up to her head and he leaned down and kissed the top of her head. Margaret pulled away from him sharply and then spoke something to him. She was pointing at me. He looked at me and grinned. He said something to her and they finished the dance.
When the set finished I sat with Margaret.
"So what was that all about?"
"Norman crossed a boundary that he shouldn't have. He kissed my head while dancing. I told him I was married and my husband was in the band. He apologized to me. Oh look, he is coming over."
He walked up to me and extended his hand in greeting.
"Hi, I am Norman Baxter, Baxter Industries. I want to apologize for my actions on the dance floor with your wife. She is a very beautiful woman and I thought she was single since she was sitting with a group of women."
The man towered over me. He stood in close enough that it made me crane my neck to look him in the eyes. He was big as hell.
"Baxter Industries, as in our hosts this evening?"
"Yes, my company."
"Look Norman, first of all thank you for hiring our band. Second of all, I don't mind you dancing with Margaret here as long as you remember that she is my wife and you treat her accordingly."
"Got it. Margaret, I look forward to dancing again later tonight."
He went back to his table.
"You sure know how to draw the big ones Margaret."
"Hey, I drew you didn't I?" She smiled.
"I love you, but please don't tease or encourage Norman. I think he has the hots for you and he is just your type."
"No worries my love. Now get up there and play your heart out."
Margaret's story
Jeff was right. Norman was exactly my type. I had to be on my guard. But still, i wanted to party tonight!
I was on my fourth enormous glass of wine when I felt nature calling. I headed off to the ladies room.
As I opened the door to leave I stepped out into the hallway. Norman pulled me into an embrace and kissed me. With four glasses of wine clouding my judgement my immediate reaction was to return the kiss. That had the immediate effect of fueling Norman into deepening the kiss. By the time my thinking brain corrected my lizard brain. We had kissed passionately for a considerable time.
"Fuck!" I said as we pulled apart.
"Only if you are sure you really want to." Said Norman with a devilish smile.
"No! Fuck as in...what the fuck are you doing! Didn't my husband make it clear to you? I am not fair game."
"Your husband is busy and will be for a while. Come on let's dance."
I don't know what is wrong with my head. I should have told him then to fuck off and leave me alone but he was our host and he was also as drunk as I was, and as horny as I was too.
He led me to the dance floor and we danced.
Jeff's story
I lost track of her for a while somewhere in the middle of the third set. Yes I was worried. The dance floor was filled with writhing bodies as we played some good old rock and roll.
I saw her and Norman now on the dance floor. By the way they moved I could tell they both had too much to drink. As they danced closer to where we were playing I could see that her lipstick was smeared badly. Damn it, he must have kissed her. Drunk or not, this wasn't acceptable. I announced an early break and the dancers voiced their displeasure.
I walked up to Norman and Margaret, took her hand and pulled her back to the table.
"Hey! What's the idea Jeff?"
"You and your new boyfriend Norman have been getting a little too close for comfort. You have been kissing, rather passionately if your smeared lipstick is any indication."
