Wife's Night Out Pt 02
Dear Readers. A reminder that this story does not contain a lot of detailed description of sexual action. It is essential to read Part 1 first otherwise you won't understand Part 2.
Kerry's Story
A girlie night out wasn't something that happened on a regular basis. Months could pass with nothing more than meeting up for coffee or visiting each others houses, while occasionally the gang of girls would be out twice or three times within a few weeks; going to a concert, seeing a film or celebrating birthdays for instance. If drinking was involved then Kerry was more likely to get a little tipsy and have one too many when they went back to a friends house for the final hour; she never got blind drunk.
There are always exceptions to the rule. Going on to a club after doing a 'pub crawl' had become a recent feature where they could end the night by having a dance or two and listening to some live music. Typically on that sort of night they would tour the local pubs until about 10pm then spend the last two hours in a club. If she was likely going to be home much after midnight Kerry would phone her husband Ivan to let him know where she was.
On that fateful night when the brown stuff hit the fan, there had been a paradigm shift in Kerry's way of thinking. To say she acted out of character would be an understatement.
The group of women had barged into the club drawing attention to themselves by being loud and giggly; not the way they usually acted but having downed a few shots earlier when having laugh with a bunch of lads they were already approaching the silly stage. It was coming up to Christmas and the pubs were full of folk getting in that seasonal party mood.
Now Kerry was the one more likely to attract attention from members of the opposite sex by the way she dressed, though most would say it was nothing to do with the dress - it was the body inside the dress. She was wearing a black dress, probably a bit too formal for a December pub crawl. It was tight and short, backless and she displayed a generous amount of cleavage; and it was that area of her body that drew men's eyes in her direction. Kerry didn't like visible bumps and lumps showing under her clothing, so simply she didn't wear a bra, or panties that showed a line under her dress. More significantly she was blessed with a big bust and nipples of the size most men would love to get between their lips.
Being December all the pubs had their heating turned up, making her dress cling to her body more than it usually did; so that fact coupled with the friction of cloth against sensitive skin had made her nipples very erect. From the rear, the clingy dress showed off her well shaped bottom making it very obvious she wasn't wearing any panties.
Within half a minute of entering the club many males fixed their gaze on the girls, Kerry in particularly. But the reason this night was different than any other was that for some unknown reason the wife was very aware of the admiring looks she was getting. Maybe it was those extra shots of vodka that made her confident and daring enough to openly smile at the men she considered quite 'dishy'.
Her friends weren't entirely left out so before long several men, single or in small groups were trying their hand in getting the girls interested in spending time in their company. Some were successful and Kerry saw a couple of her friends go off toward the concert room for a dance with a guy.
Two men stood close, looking like they were undressing her with their eyes. She felt a surge of excitement when they began to chat with her and asked if they could buy her a drink. Kerry had become separated from her group, but then it seemed like they had all drifted off to either dance or moved to another part of the room with the guys they were flirting with.
The men were easy to get along with making Kerry feel good so she accepted a second drink from them. It wasn't the first time a man had flirted with her when she went out without her husband but somehow this felt different; and like most women who had been married awhile it felt good to be admired.
When one guy suggested they have a dance she was all for it so the man who said his name was Pete whisked her off into the concert room where there was a disco taking place. She had a good time dancing, though she was beginning to feel a little light headed but pleasantly giddy. Looking around she couldn't see any of her friends.
Eventually after having a few dances Pete told her the dancing had made him thirsty so took her back to join his pal Dave. Kerry was just getting in the mood so it was suggested Dave should take her for another dance to which Kerry happily agreed. Some hectic dances later the mood changed and Dave held her close dancing to slow smoochy numbers. Kerry felt so good and happy that she didn't complain when Dave gave her a kiss on the cheek then her neck. Before long they were kissing more passionately on the lips.
Never, for a long time had the housewife enjoyed so much excitement; and it had been a while since she kissed another man, let alone been kissed passionately and, thrilled to admit it, kissed in such a sexual way, feeling Dave's hands stroke her breasts. She knew he could feel her now erect nipples by the way his hand lingered over her breasts, pressing that little bit harder.
When Pete suddenly appeared she assumed he'd got bored waiting or was ready to leave, so she was surprised when without a word they simply changed places. Now dancing close to the other guy it was his hands she felt on her tits, and him kissing her. Kerry got a real big thrill when she felt Pete hold her that little bit tighter and grind her into his groin. This was yet another 'first' for many years - feeling another man's hard cock pressing against her belly.
'You look very sexy,' he whispered in her ear, 'It's obvious you're not wearing a bra - am I right in thinking you're not wearing panties either?'
'Almost right,' she whispered back giggling, 'Just a tiny thong!'
'That's a big turn-on!' he said, 'I can feel stocking tops through your dress.'
Kerry let him discreetly run his hands over her thighs, tits and backside; the naughtiness of it plus the feel of his erect penis against the thin cloth of her dress made Kerry very aroused, she now kissed him back showing great enthusiasm. For a moment or two Kerry felt disappointment when Dave reappeared but that turned into more sexual joy when both men stayed on the dance floor with her, fondling and kissing her on lips, and running their tongues over the sensitive parts of her ears and neck.
The tempo increased again so they left the floor and went back to the lounge, maintaining the same intimate touching until Pete went again to the bar and came back with the club's signature special cocktail; Kerry was lost in the moment, with the strong cocktail making her forget about the whereabouts of her friends, what time it was, and more importantly, unconcerned about phoning her husband Ivan to let him know she was going to be late.
The three of them chatted away, with the talk constantly returning to sex and the men asking personal questions such as, how long had Kerry been married, did she look for excitement outside of the marriage, how adventurous was her sex life, both within the marriage and otherwise. She dropped her guard and revealed some secrets and personal feelings, one admitting that yes, she often found sex with her husband had a sameness about it and the excitement had gone to the point of having become boring.
'We can put some of that excitement back for you!' Dave told her; Kerry laughed but wondered if he meant it as a serious offer.
Pete, for the third time told Kerry he'd love to see more of her body, and would love to take that dress off to see her in just thong and stockings, she giggled, but knew he wasn't merely doing some heavy flirting, he was really lusting over her.
When her glass was empty the two men gently guided her to the cloakroom to get her coat and though no one had actually mentioned it in as many words Kerry just assumed it was time to go and they were going to put her in a taxi and send her home. She didn't question them just simply allowed them to lead the way while they all carried on with the flirtatious behaviour laughing and joking.
Both men had got into the taxi with her, but she never queried why the men hadn't asked where she lived, to direct the taxi driver. Of course she could have given the driver directions herself, but she chose not to. It was inevitable that as she was squashed between the men in the rear of the taxi that bodies would rub against each other and hands would wander; Kerry didn't object when her head was gently turned and she was kissed, first by Dave, then Pete. She felt a powerful thrill that took her breathe away as one man's hand massaged her breast while the hand of the other guy slipped up the inside of her left leg and fingers ran along the slit of her vagina.
