This is a departure from the author's Growing Pains series but could have been included as a later episode. The wife is the same woman struggling with issues of sex addiction and self-esteem which neither she nor her husband were aware of at the time these incidents took place. If infidelity and voyeurism offend you, please don't bother reading or judging these stories.
We had gone to the local bar to party with friends from the lake area where we live. The band started after the dinner hour and the drinking and dancing had begun in earnest. Lee and Cathy were neighbors with whom we often socialized and played golf. A few years after this night I would learn that Lee and my wife Patty had been in the middle of a six year affair at the time.
I was forty and Patty was thirty-seven. She looked ten years younger and still had her college athlete's body from volleyball. She was tall, 5-9 and slim with large breasts and full hips. Her auburn hair and green eyes never failed to draw attention to her face as well as her body. I was a lucky guy. She had always been attentive to my needs, sexually adventurous and rarely refused my advances.
As the evening wore on, the dancing got sexier and we were all a bit drunk. I had danced with Cathy a few times, pressed myself tight against her and felt her push back feeling my hardness while rubbing her breasts into my chest. Patty and Lee were doing the same thing. I didn't feel jealous and neither did anybody else. I was a little turned on by the physical contact I was making and the flirting I saw Patty engaging in with Lee. I had always enjoyed watching Patty flirt and tease and tried to get her to dress more provocatively. She was basically a jeans and tee shirt kind of girl and wasn't into flashy or fancy clothes. She did like to flirt though and had the kind of personality that made it natural for her to just walk up to someone and start a conversation. There were several other couples and quite a few singles dancing as well.
We all danced with other people throughout the night, but mostly with our own wives. After midnight the crowd began to thin out. A lot of couples had gone and Lee and Cathy decided to call it a night. Patty and I moved to a table closer to the dance floor. I had slowed down a little and began sitting out most of the dances. Not Patty. She was on the floor for every dance.
Several of the single guys were dancing with her regularly and she was enjoying their competition to see who she would dance with each time. I could tell she was aroused by the attention and the touching that was taking place on the floor. Drinks were being sent regularly to the table and Patty was working up a thirst with her dancing. I was just getting sloshed. I knew I'd better leave soon or I wouldn't be able to drive the few blocks to the house.
I tried to get a chance to tell Patty it was time to leave, but she didn't come off the floor for several dances. Finally I walked out on the floor and told her it was time to go. She and the guy she was dancing with just ignored me. Being tired and drunk, I was on a short fuse. When the song ended I walked up and took her hand pulling her toward the table. She pulled back and said she wasn't ready to go yet. We argued briefly and I told her she had five more minutes.
She glared at me and went back on the floor dancing closely with one of the guys. Another of the men she had been dancing with arrived at the table with a couple more drinks and tried to get me to agree to stay. I watched as Patty revved up her flirting. She was grinding herself into the guy's crotch and had her hands on his ass. His hands were on her ass and sliding around her hips as she moved against him. He kissed her neck and then her lips and she sucked his tongue into her mouth.
The dance ended and she didn't come back to the table. She went to the bar and flirted with the bartender, giving him a kiss as well. I thought maybe she was saying good night as we know him well. She finally came back to the table and I thought we were on our way. Wrong!
Patty said she was staying and would walk or get a ride home. She wanted to stay until the band quit in about a half hour. I was pissed and said "Fine. Walk if you want to. I'm out of here." I stomped out the door, got in the car and headed home.
An hour had passed and she hadn't arrived yet. I got in the car and headed back to the bar. There were still a dozen cars in the lot and I parked on the side of the building just around the corner from the door. As I got out of the car, I could see in the window. The band was packing up, a few people were at the bar and three couples were dancing to the juke box music.
Patty was dancing or more like shuffling with the guy she had been with earlier when I left. Instead of going in, I decided to watch what she was doing. She had her arms around his neck, her head on his shoulder and her thigh pressed between his legs, obviously against his cock. He had his left hand pulling her ass so she stayed tight against him and the other hand slid from her hips to her breast, lingering and squeezing it as they danced.
The song ended and she never moved. One of the other guys came up and moved up against her as the first guy slid away from her. She just assumed the same position as before and when the music began again, she continued rubbing and grinding into the guy. My temper was rising, but so was my cock! This was hot to watch and I couldn't take my eyes off hem. I just stood there watching them making out on the dance floor. The music stopped and the first guy took his place and started where he had left off. Patty looked up and kissed him, deep and long. I remained frozen.
