Tonight was Disco night and Jenny an I were choosing our wardrobes, for me that was simple black linen slacks, a black Gucci shirt and belt with black loafers, cool understated and chic I thought.
Jenny was in a quandary, she could not make up her mind between "Bling "and" Exhibitionist Sexy".
Bling was a one piece silk jumpsuit covered in rhinestones which set off her Super Model figure to advantage.
Exhibitionist was an extremely short sheer voile button through mini dress with only a tiny string underneath, no bra no stockings or tights.
"Wow! You look fucking amazing! It's the dress without a doubt, looking like that we're sure to be invited into the VIP area"
In fact she was almost naked in the outfit she now modelled for me, the material of the dress was gossamer thin and practically see-through, the string was a tiny triangle of flesh coloured fabric that just covered her waxed pussy, the rest of it was indeed a piece of string that disappeared between her buttocks, the effect was nude from the back view, and as near as dammit nude from the front as well.
I was getting horny looking at her twirling about on her high heeled sandals, as the skirt flared out on each spin I got a perfect view of her arse and plump barely covered cunt.
We set off in high spirits for the new high end night club that had recently opened to great acclaim and "Buzz".
Giving up her coat at the cloakroom she immediately started getting admiring glances from the other revellers. When she was under one of the down light spots she seemed to be wearing nothing, in the darker areas of the dance floor you could see she wore a flimsy dress but not much else.
We were having a great time dancing and drinking, she had accepted a few invites to dance and I got the opportunity of admiring my ultra sexy wife showing off her extraordinary body each time she entered a pool of strong light.
She came back to our table chuckling to herself, and confided in me that she had received several invitations to join other parties, or blokes on their own. "It pays to advertise" she quipped, and thanked me for insisting she wore the flimsy outfit, as it was making her one of the most popular girls in the club.
We had been married a number of years, and had a great sex life together, she had had no outside affairs, that I was aware of, since we had been an item. When we first met she was in her teens and stills a virgin, and, as she said, never having slept around she saw any reason to start now that she was married to the man she loved.
All of which suited me fine, except that I regularly fantasised about her being fucked by someone else.
I never confided this piece of information to her as I was slightly ashamed of my lewd fantasies.
The club Manager arrived at our table with an invitation to the VIP area situated on the first floor, but wired into the music system like the ground floor. As we went up the spiral glass stairs I and half the club got a great view of the twin globes of her perfect and unadorned arse. "Too bad Guys, she's all mine!"
Arriving at the VIP area we were shown into a swish lounge, all crystal chandeliers and deep sofas, and as we arrived one of a group of four well dressed handsome young guys came over to greet us, saying how much they had enjoyed our dancing on the CCTV and had extended an invite to us to join his group.
He was utterly charming and the others seemed to be the right sort to be hanging out with.
We were getting on great guns, laughing and joking, and generally enjoying each others company, when the guy who had welcomed us, Bob I think was his name, made a suggestion to Polly, which caused great mirth to all and sundry.
Bob's suggestion was that since we had the lounge to ourselves with no other prying eyes present then why not Polly gives us a solo performance on the small dance floor. He added that they were of the opinion that not only was she the best looking chick in the place; she was also by far the best mover of the lot.
After some persuasion she agreed, and set about her solo performance, which started Disco and became more than somewhat burlesque.
The small dance area was down lit, so it was as though she was completely nude, as the lighting effect was such that her flimsy dress seemed not to exist. She was gyrating away for the first few numbers, but began to gain confidence as she went along, she could see the effect she was having on the group, which was pretty dynamic, everyone on the edge of their seat, all from what I could see, with a hard on.
She began stroking her breasts and tweaking her nipples, alternating with rubbing her arse and tummy.
It was very very sexy, and from the applause and whistles when she came back to join the group, very much appreciated by all.
On her return from the dance floor two of our newfound friends made space for her between them and insisted she sit with them for a change as I had monopolised her all evening
Bob spoke up," well now that was just great, and it was getting better and better as you went on."
"Tell me Polly, what is your all time FAVOURITE drink?"
Without hesitation she replied "Roederer Crystal Brut"
"Well then, here's a deal, if you do another solo number, but this time WITHOUT the dress, (and lets face it with the lighting in here we've seen the lot anyway) then I'll get you a bottle of Crystal, how's that?"
Looking at me quizzically, but also seeming quite pleased with herself, she said "It's fine with me as long as my partner agrees"
"It's your gig Darling"
"Then it's a yes from me "she replied.
Lots of laughter and wolf whistles from the gathering.
"I'll have to catch my breath first though, that last number was long and energetic"
