After 30 plus years of marriage, I have to admit that we don't have very many "Romantic Evenings" or go out on the town very often. Oh, we like to travel, take cruise ships to exotic ports, and visit many different places, but budgets will only allow one or two of those adventures each year.
The kids are all grown, married, and out of the house with families of their own. Now, we have the regular family Sunday Dinners and frequent visits from the grand kids, which we love. I suppose, we've fallen into the quiet, less-adventurous, less-sexy, stay at home grandparent's category.
Sadly, our sexual adventures were also lack luster. I think we have tried every position in the book. Yes, even at our age, we still enjoy a wide variety of sexual activity. We still want sex. It just doesn't happen that often or with the same energy as it did in our younger days. Some things don't get better with age!
When we received an invitation to go to a dance for seniors at a local hotel, we agreed it would be a good chance to get out, so we sent back the "RSVP" and put the date on the calendar. We had not been to a dance for many years and we were soon to discover just how rusty we were.
We arrived at the hotel just as the dance was starting. There were the usual drinks and refreshments, minimal decorations, soft lighting, and a small, live band playing music with a great dance beat up on a raised platform. We helped ourselves to a drink and wondered around to see if we knew anyone else there. The crowd was still small in numbers, but new people were constantly arriving.
My wife, Jenny has always been a pretty woman, and in my eyes, she is still gorgeous! She was dressed in a simple white, V-neck blouse with a white, lacy, softly padded bra underneath, which I strongly encouraged her to wear. It supports and shows off the deep cleavage between her beautiful 38D breasts very nicely. The bra was moderately visible through the white blouse fabric, and she looked very sexy. We both noticed several approving glances as we moved around. Her black skirt was a few inches shorter than normal, and I enjoyed seeing a little extra leg above her knees. The skirt would flare up when she turned and I couldn't wait to get her on the dance floor!
Boring, as usual, I was dressed in the standard business suit, white shirt and tie. With my wife's encouragement, though, I did have the elastic waist band of my underwear pulled down under my penis and balls. It made a nice bulge in the front my pants and the exhibitionist in me was hoping it would be visible to anyone who looked.
Not immediately finding anyone we knew, we got our drinks and placed them on a small vacant table along the wall and went out on the dance floor. The band was playing a good mix of dance music from the "Big Band" era and "Oldies" from the 60's and 70's. Jenny put her arms around my neck, rested her head on my shoulder, and pressed her breasts into my chest, like she use to do back in our dating days. It was comfortable and exciting to hold her like this. As we moved together, I felt my penis awaken as it brushed against her. I let my right hand drop down her hip a little lower than normal. She noticed, but said nothing, silently telling me it was okay.
After the 3rd or 4th dance, we went back to our little table for a short break. As we sat down, the hostess for the evening stepped up to the microphone and gave the usual welcome. She then explained that this was a special dance of "seniors only" and continued with the "rules" for the dance this evening.
Jenny and I looked at each other. "Rules? What kind of rules do you have at a dance?"
Our hostess continued. "Tonight, we have many guests who are married, and have been married for many years. We also have a lot of single people who have lost their partners, for whatever reasons. To keep the dance interesting for everyone, this next dance is for married couples. Singles are encouraged to pair up and join in later. After this dance, the dance tonight will be a snowball type dance where you will all get to choose a new partner for each dance."
There were now about 150 or more people present. It looked fairly balanced, but as expected had a few more women than men.
Jenny and I looked at each other. We knew what the other was thinking. We had planned this evening to be together, and visit with friends. After a few moments of discussion, we decided to stay, at least for a while, and see what happened.
Jenny took my hand as we moved toward the center of the room. She wrapped both her arms around my neck and I again pulled her tightly to me. We danced to the slow beat of the band, rubbing our bodies together like a couple of teen agers just discovering the opposite sex. My arm rubbed along the side of her bra covered breast and she pressed tightly into my growing groin and we kissed softly. Her tongue pressed against my lips and met my tongue in a friendly duel.
The crowd politely applauded the band as they finished their music.
The hostess returned to the microphone. "Tonight, we want everyone to have fun. And there are a few surprises for you." Then, the second rule caught us by complete surprise!
"Now we want you to all switch partners. Starting with this next dance, when the person you ask to dance accepts your invitation, they will respond by asking you to remove one article of clothing."
A quiet "gasp" could be heard across the room.
"When you have done so, you may ask your new partner to also remove one piece of their clothing. You may then proceed to the dance floor."
Jenny and I looked at each other. The unspoken question was, "Do you want to stay?" This was a nice hotel - certainly not a strip club.
We looked around and saw a few couples bolt for the door. Some people retreated to their seats to watch what happened. Others, shifted around, looking for a new partners.
Slowly, couples began to emerge onto the dance floor. Most of the women had taken off their shoes. I guess it's difficult to dance with only one shoe, no matter how high the heel. The men, it appeared, had removed their suit coats and/or ties.
