She smiled at herself in the mirror, satisfied with the look she'd cultivated for their night out. Her hair was pulled back and braided, exposing her temples which were shaved. She'd done her makeup with the clear intent to give her a 'fuck me' sultry look. Extra dark eyes, red lips, no blush.
Glitter glinted off of her cleavage. Her B-cup breasts were pushed almost to her chin in the bra she wore. The red dress she wore was loose at the hips but tight at her breasts and stopped mid-thigh. She gave a little spin and saw the bottom of her naked ass in the mirror and smiled again.
"Jen, you ready?" Her husband called up the stairs and not for the first time. Normally he wouldn't have been impatient to begin their date night but they were on a double date with his best friend and his new girlfriend and they'd agreed to meet for drinks and dancing at 10.
She walked down the stairs and saw a broad grin spread across his face. "I'm getting lucky tonight, aren't I?" He asked, mischief in his eyes.
"You're always lucky." She said, smiling back.
She reached the bottom and turned away from him, bending over the railing slightly. "I couldn't find any panties I liked." She said coyly as her dress climbed up her ass. "You can't see my pussy can you?"
She felt his hand slide up between her legs, cupping her mound. "No, I can feel it though." He said, his voice lower now as he slipped a finger between her lips to lightly rub her clit. She shuddered and let him play for a moment, feeling the sweet tension in her rise before she stepped away.
"Come on, we're gonna be late."
The ride over was sexually charged. She thought about sucking him off in the car but she wanted to tease him all night and make him fuck her silly when they got home. Instead she spread her legs and lightly played with herself, one foot on the dashboard as he pinched and toyed with her nipples.
They arrived at Jack's place a little after 10 and rang the doorbell. Jack answered and explained that Misty, his girlfriend, had had to fly back to Michigan because her mother had taken a tumble. He was flying solo.
She squeezed her thighs together as he and her husband talked, feeling a little thrill as the night air caressed her shaven pussy lips.
"Jen, you look amazing." He said, drawing her attention back ot the conversation.
"Thanks! I was trying to err on the side of eye-catching." It was so rare that they went dancing that she'd been looking forward to this all week.
She'd had an affair with her boss three days ago and she'd been extremely sexually charged ever since. The thought had crossed her mind that she'd wear out her husband if she kept going at this rate but she couldn't help it either.
"Well you nailed it." He said, smiling at her. Jack was attractive with a boyish quality. His baby blues and physique, which he never had to work at, had ensured that his bed was never cold for long. She felt her nipples getting hard and stepped into his car, waiting for them.
They took Jack's car because it was a four door and she sat in back, letting the boys catch up.
They arrived at the club in no time and her husband opened the door for her, reminding her of the charm that had led to their marriage in the first place.
She stepped out, flashing her pussy at him brazenly. He grinned down at her and helped her up. The club itself was actually five different clubs all in the same building. The main dance floor was the rave-style flashing lights and heavy techno music but there was a karaoke bar, a country western themed club with line dancing, an gothic industrial club and a cabaret style lounge with a live act.
They bounced around the techno dance floor, laughing and trying to yell over the music as they danced. At one point another girl, even shorter than her, danced close to her. She pushed her ass back against Jen and Jen replied by placing her hands on the girl's hips, enjoying the looks the boys were giving her as they gyrated against each other.
It only lasted for the song though and the girl slipped back into the crowd afterwards. They were sweating freely by the time they started making their way to the cabaret. They sat, drinking, and laughing well into the night. She sat between the two of them and they quieted as the live act began their set. The plush leather booth they sat in felt decadent on her bare ass and she squeezed her thighs together again, feeling a tiny rush of pleasure.
Jack readjusted himself in his seat and his hand fell on her thigh. She didn't think anything of it until it stayed there well into the next song. Her heart began beating quickly. Jack was making a move on her right in front of her husband!
Her pussy would have soaked through her panties had she been wearing any. She leaned forward and sipped her daquarie through the straw and put her hand in his wrist. He flinched, starting to pull away and she stopped him, pulling his hand between her legs. She spread them slightly and his fingers began to caress her slit, sliding easily between her lips.
The first touch to her clit was electric and she almost came. She leaned over to her husband and kissed his neck slightly, shifting his eyes back to her. Jack's hand stilled between her legs. She found feel her heartbeat in her clit now.
She whispered into his ear, "Play with my asshole, daddy." That was one of his kinks she'd discovered over the last few days. His cock had gotten hard at the drop of the hat when she called him that.
Surreptitiously he slid his hand behind her and she felt another thrill as he started to rub her tight ass in little circles. Jack hadn't noticed the movement and the two boys watched the show with incredible focus as they each pleasured her without the other knowing.
She wished her husband would be open to the idea of a two man threesome. Having Jack's cock down her throat while her husband pounded her pussy was rapidly topping her fantasy chart.
The angle wasn't right for Jack to finger fuck her so he continued to rub her clit in little circles.
Her husband had no such angle problems though and after he very cautiously spat on his finger he slid it two knuckles deep, up her ass. She came almost instantly. Trying not to shudder as her ass clamped down on his finger and her pussy contracted. They both ignored her orgasm, thinking they'd been the one to bring it on and not wanting to draw attention to her.
Her husband's finger slipped out of her ass and he noticed that her drink was empty. "Anyone for another round?" There were servers that hopped from table to table but it was much faster just to hit the bar. He scooted out of the booth when Jack and her agreed that would be great. Amaretto sour for her and two fingers of whiskey for him.
The irony of his drink choice did not escape her.
He removed his hand from her pussy as Chris left, bringing his finger to her mouth and she sucked it clean of her juices. "Jesus, I can't believe we did that." He said, his voice a whisper.
"No?" She asked, feigning sarcasm. He laughed and squeezed her breast through the dress. Her heart was still beating wildly and she knew she wanted more. She grabbed her phone from her purse and whispered into his ear as she watched her husband turn towards the bar.
