KNOCKOUT
Small_Island
Janice and Tim are reaching the culmination of their anniversary adventure in dancing and fantasy role playing. Following the advice of Todd172 ("
I learned the hard way to keep connected stories in the same category
",
www.literotica.com/s/vodka-sting), I am submitting this final installment under Erotic Couplings to maintain its connection to the earlier installments. Some might feel it belongs more in Loving Wives, but what started with 2 lovers is ending with 2 lovers, so I'll go for continuity.
Ch. 51: Saturday Night's Choice Made
They headed first to their booth so Tim could retrieve his car keys from his jacket pocket. When they got near, however, they found D'Andre about to walk away. He smiled and stayed by their table when he saw them coming.
"I was hoping for another dance," he said. "But you look like maybe you need a little break...or something?" He could see the energetic bounce in the beautiful woman's step that indicated she'd be fine with turning right around and heading back to the floor, but Tim also seemed wound up, rather than ready for a break.
Janice spun into Tim's arms, putting her back to D'Andre. She looked up into Tim's eyes with the challenging question that had been underlying the whole evening. "Should we?"
"Center of attention?" he said under his voice as he realized the moment of truth was suddenly upon him. Her nostrils flared and she gave a brief nod.
"How about just a short break?" Tim said. Then over Jan's shoulder to D'Andre, "Sit down and take the break with us?"
Janice spun away from Tim and over to D'Andre. "Yes, do!" she declared, before sliding into the booth and pulling the handsome black man in after her. Tim sat on the other side of the table.
"Do you know Lonzo and his friends Angie and Carla?" Janice asked to start the ball rolling.
D'Andre said that he did and went on to explain that Lonzo and Charlie were a couple of development and financing whiz kids who'd hooked up in college and now, at the tender age of 25, owned two of the properties in the airport development zone and had interests in at least four more.
The ever-efficient Justine picked up on D'Andre's extended visit to Janice and Tim's booth and brought over his drink from his own table along with two bottles of tonic and two of Perrier for the hot married couple to choose from.
"I didn't think you were teetotalers," D'Andre said after the cute Filipina had served them and moved away.
"No, just pacing ourselves," said Tim.
"So, Charlie seemed a bit worse for wear," Janice said. "That must be a bummer for Carla, she didn't really seem ready to call it a night."
D'Andre laughed. "Carla call it a night? Hardly. Charlie may be a light weight, who isn't smart enough to pace himself," he gave Tim a sage nod of the head, "but that just means he's missing out on the fun. But don't worry about Carla missing out; Lonzo will pick up Charlie's slack if she doesn't find someone else to."
Janice had kept her hip pressed up tight against D'Andre's from the moment they'd sat down and Tim could tell from the not-so-subtle movements of her left arm that she was stroking his leg. She kept the conversation going on the antics of Rick James and the Super Freaks, although, of course not using those nicknames.
She wasn't leaving Tim out of things, either. She slipped off a shoe and had one foot up on her husband's leg. Tim adjusted his seat so that she was between his legs and massaging the bulge in his trousers.
As for D'Andre, he was sipping his drink with his left hand, although Tim had registered earlier that he was a righty. It was quite clear that his right hand was busy copying Jan's leg stroking. Of course, since the hot 28-year-old was wearing a short skirt and no stockings, D'Andre was having the extra pleasure of stroking her smooth, bare skin.
Janice regularly locked eyes with her husband, measuring whether he was still okay with things or if it was time to draw the line between fantasy and reality. So far, he seemed good, especially if she took the hardness of his cock under her foot as the truest indicator.
She watched Tim especially closely as her hand slid up higher, with no way to hide the odd arm movement, and began rubbing D'Andre's own impressive bulge. Her husband gave her a small, crooked smile.
This wasn't D'Andre's first time in this situation and he played it as cool as ice. After it was clear that Jan was keeping her hand put and resolutely massaging the black snake in his pants, he once again returned the favor.
His arm had been behind hers for the leg stroking, but now he pulled it out and took a momentary two-handed grip on his drink. When he put it back it down, he had it cocked in such a way that he could reach between the woman's legs. He'd already worked her skirt up to her hips and now found just a thin slip of fabric between his finger and her vulva. The material was very wet.
Janice leaned back harder against the bench and put her left leg over D'Andre's right, giving him even freer access to her crotch. He wasted no time taking advantage and quickly had her thong pulled to the side and his middle finger working its way in between her lips.
D'Andre said they could just call him D' as they were getting to be such good friends and regaled them with more stories about Lonzo, Angie and Carla that included hints, but no specifics, that D'Andre had also taken part. Meanwhile, the man had opened Janice wide with two fingers and was now gently playing with her clit. She was hardly trying to hide the occasional gasp or groan from her husband anymore.
"Speaking of Lonzo and the ladies," said D'Andre. "They were going over to another club we like near here to finish the night. Would you like to go meet up with them?"
J&T hadn't told D'Andre about LAC's earlier invitation, so he was a bit nonplussed when he saw the amused smile on Tim's face across the table.
Janice let go of the man's bulge and placed her hand on top of his, pressing him even harder against her cunt. "Actually," she said after doing one more eye-check with Tim, "we are ready to leave, but we're going over to our hotel. Maybe you'd like to join us? For a drink?" She squeezed the back of his frigging hand.
The black stud looked at her and then again at her husband. 'So, it was like that, after all,' he thought. "Yeah," he said, suddenly sliding his finger off Jan's clit and back inside her wet puss. "I would like something else to drink. Let's do it."
Ch. 52: Saturday Night Ground Rules
Janice slid her leg off of D'Andre's, squeezing his hand out of her crotch. "Give me a minute to freshen up in the ladies' room and then we can go, okay?" she said breathily.
D' stood up to let her slide out; he saw her trying to pull the skirt of her dress back in place as she slid across the bench. She kissed him on the cheek before heading to the rear of the club.
D'Andre sat back down and took a sip of his drink, giving Tim a look that wasn't threatening, but was intense and questioning.
The raw reality of what was happening suddenly hit Tim and he wondered if he shouldn't put the brakes on all this. Instead, he took a gulp of his own drink and then said, "Look, we've never done anything like this before."
