All In One Marriage Night Club

One night on our way home from work, we decided to meet at our usual place. When I walk into the club, I see him sitting there. I see a woman looking at him from across the bar. She stares until he looks back at her. He breaks eye contact and brushes his face with his hand -- his wedding ring is now perfectly on display. I was looking at him long enough to happen directly into someone else's path. Before I know it, a stranger bumps into me and spills his drink over my dress. He apologises profusely before grabbing a napkin from the table and patting me dry. I look back at my husband and see that he is steadily approaching.

"Are you okay?" he asks when he reaches us. He rests his hand on my lower back.

"Yes, it was just an accident."

His gaze locks onto the man who is still patting me, "Thank you for trying. It'll probably have to air dry."

The man stops, and looks at me, unsure if he has to stop -- but before I can confirm or deny, my husband is leading me by hand to the bar. He orders me an old-fashioned as I sit down. When he is done ordering, he looks at me peacefully and asks, "Did you enjoy that?"

"You ordering for me? I wouldn't have, if you didn't know my order."

He smiles, before leaning in to speak against my ear, "No, I mean that stranger putting his hands all over you."

"I did," I started, running my hand against his leg, "I liked feeling his hands on me, while watching you flirt with that girl over there."

His eyes flash in the direction of the girl at the bar. She is watching him intently.

"Now, why are you trying to start a fight?" He asks softly.

I lean back and graze my hand along the side of his face, "I like you when you're angry; when there is no telling what you'll do."

"I think you know me well enough to know what I'll do to you."

"Nothing," I say, breathlessly, leaning back into my chair, "I don't think you'll do anything. But a girl can dream, I guess."

The bartender puts my drink in front of me, and I poke the straw between my lips. His eyes are plastered on me. I smile, trying to seem casual - like I wasn't feeling my pussy ache in my dress. He leans in again, this time gently running his finger against my leg. When he is close enough to hear me let out a small gasp of anticipation, I can feel him release a discreet laugh.

"You dream about me fucking you?"

"All the time," I say softly, letting my confidence recover after he had just humbled me with his crude words. "On the way here, all I could think about was your tongue in my pussy. Honestly, it was completely inappropriate."

"Mm, it is, but then again, you can't really help yourself," he says casually, letting his eyes slip over my body slowly.

I smile. He knows me well. I begin tracing my hand over his knee, and carefully running my fingertips up, over to his dick, which is now uncomfortably constricted in his pants.

"The good thing," I say quietly, "is that you don't really know how to help yourself either."

His hand snakes around my wrist and holds it tight. It is purely a formality, however, because he lets my fingertips keep exploring his pants.

He uses my wrist to pull me closer, "You don't want to do this."

"Oh, and why not, Mr Serious?" I begin, leaning in enough that my lips scuff his ear, "What are you going to do, huh?"

"I think you know I don't like being frustrated. I will make you finish what you're starting, right here."

"Right here? You're going to flash your dick for everyone?"

"There are many quiet little corners in this place. Won't be very hard to drag you to the hallway and use you to drain my balls."

"You know what," I say, swiping the straw against my lips playfully, "I don't think I can let you cum yet -- I just don't know if I am done messing with you. Which is such a shame," I say, taking a deep breath, "because you would love how my pussy feels right now."

I pause, watching how his face tenses.

"I am so wet," I continue, "-- absolutely dripping, your dick would be right at home. You could probably fuck me nice and deep, and I would just...take it."

His hand grips his glass so tightly, the condensation gets absorbed into his skin.

"What makes you think you can stop me from dragging you around the corner and fucking you right now?" He asks firmly.

"Well, you don't want to make a scene, do you? There's just no way you can get me into one of your little corners. So, I guess you're at my mercy."

"What do you want?" He asks, his body tense.

"Dance with me," I say, holding my hand out for him to take.

His hand clasps around mine tightly, and I feel him squeeze it as I lead him to the dance floor. The darkness of the dance floor gives me the exact freedom that I will use to torture him. I turn away from him and press my body against his. My ass falls directly on his dick, and when it does, I roll my hips against his pants. I feel his dick tense. I am convinced that he will push me off and scold me, but instead, he pulls my hips harder against him. He starts kissing the back of my neck, and I moan, confident that only he will hear. His hands hold my hips tightly as they move side to side against his cock. His hands quickly run up my body, until one massages and tweaks my tits. I look up and see a man smiling as the show unfolds in front of him. I turn around to face my husband.

"You're drawing attention," I smile.

He looks over to the man, and then back at me. He studies my smile before saying, "you're fucking trouble, you know that right?"

I love his stern face. He only has one thing on his mind, and it makes my cunt ache thinking about it. I could cum just looking at how focused he looked. Overcome with desire, I pull him against me and kiss him deeply. The longer he kisses me back, the more unmanageable I become. My tongue starts dancing against his lips, and I can't help but press my body against him completely. I can feel his dick poke into my abdomen, and it drives me fucking crazy. I quickly spin around again and shake my ass against his dick.  When I rest my back against his chest, his hand slips up my body again, but this time, it stops at my neck. He holds my neck firmly, before his thumb lifts my chin up to kiss him again.

He stops and says into my ear, "how fucking long do you want to play this game. The longer you go, the worse it's going to be for you."

"Please, sir," I say flippantly, spinning around to hold his collar, "don't be too hard on me."

His hands suddenly hold mine roughly, causing them to lose their grip on his collar. He stares at me dangerously before he drags me off the dance floor. I look around, and notice that the lights are low, the music is at the highest volume it will be tonight, and everyone looks drunk. He was not going to try too hard to find a private spot, because there was no need.

He leads me upstairs, where there is a small corner hidden in a shadow. He presses me into the corner and then waits a second. He watches me, and he smiles when he sees my confidence falter.

"Not so sure of yourself now, are you?"

"I am, I am just... excited to see what you do next."

"Yes, you are an excitable little slut aren't you."

I smile before leaning in to kiss him, but before I can, he shakes his head.

"No, baby, you've had your chance. I want you on your knees, because you're going to be kissing something else."

I obediently get down to my knees and look up at him, smiling, to show him I am ready.

"I want you to suck my dick so nicely that I forget about how disrespectful you've been, okay?"

He unzips his pants and releases his dick. It's so hard, I almost feel bad thinking about how uncomfortable I have been making him. I bet it hurts, and the mere thought makes me lose my breath. I open my mouth wide, wagging my tongue at him, which makes him look angrier. He steps closer so that his dick is an inch from my face. I start kissing around his cock, then the tip of it. I slip my tongue around the tip and quickly swipe the length of his cock with my tongue.

He pulls it away from my face and says down to me, "wrap your mouth around my dick. I want to feel the back of your throat. If you don't, I will make you."

I feel my cunt throb. I want him so badly. I knew that if he so much as stuck his pinky finger in my pussy I would cum all over it. My mouth salivates in anticipation of his full size, which makes it easy for him to push his dick right to the back of my throat. I started bobbing my head, using my lips to stroke his cock. His head falls back, which only makes me more desperate to please. I bob with a steady pace. His hands curls around in my hair, until it has a tight enough grip to guide my throat right to the base of his dick. I could almost feel his balls against my chin. I was so fucked that his cock was as big as it was. I could try my best not to choke, but it is so deep in my mouth, it causes my body to try and swallow it like it is food.

As if he could read my mind, he asks me coldly, "Have you eaten dinner yet, baby?"

He knows I haven't because we usually have a late dinner together on Friday nights. I instinctively slip my head back to release his cock so that I can answer, but before I can he roughly pushes his dick deep into my mouth again.

"You can answer like this," he says sweetly.

I try to answer, but it comes out as a slobbery mumble. He laughs cruelly and keeps fucking my mouth.

"Don't worry, baby, I'll feed you. Just keep your throat open, okay. I don't want any to go to waste."

I squirm as I suck his dick, trying to see if I can somehow shift on the seam of my underwear and rub my clit. I want to cum as badly as I want to make him cum. I start bobbing less diligently, which causes him to use my hair to snap my attention back.

He has to be a mind reader because he says curtly, "You're not going to cum right now sweetheart. You're going to use that mouth to make me cum, you're going to swallow, and then I am going to make you earn your orgasm. Understood?"

I instantly start bobbing again, swirling my tongue around his length, letting my spit pool. His hand, tangled in my hair, suddenly pulls, so that my eyes lock with his.

"I asked you a fucking question. I said you are going to earn your orgasm, understood?"

With his cock still deeply nested in my mouth, I nod up and down. He likes this response because he lets his head tilt back again, and he relaxes his hand in my hair. I miss the sting against my scalp. But I don't miss it for long, because soon enough his grip tightens again, and reminds me to open my throat for dinner. He explodes in my mouth, and like instructed, I don't waste a drop. I swallow everything he has to offer. When he is done, he pulls my chin down, which signals me to open my mouth for him. He checks to see if I have followed instructions.

He smiles, "Good job, baby, now you'll be nice and full."

"So," he continues, "you were just trying to rub your clit right here in the club. My goodness, you have no shame, do you? Well, now that I've gotten what I wanted from you, I guess it's time to give you what you want."