This is fiction based on intense fantasy!
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My wife and I like to step out of our comfort zones when we go out of town.
This time we were staying at a nudist resort in Tucson. We both love nudism.
And tonight we are going to a gay dance club. I have been very open with my wife about my bisexuality and my desire to be with another man. I have never had sex with another man, but I fantasize about it constantly — even when she and I are making love.
I think my wife secretly fantasizes about having sex with another woman, but she denies it whenever I mention the idea.
As we go into "Teased and Tattooed" we see same sex couples on the dance floor gyrating and grinding against each other to a pounding beat. We head toward the back looking for available seats at cocktail tables.
As we head toward a bar on the right, I see this hot looking, beefy guy leaning against it. He is just wearing a leather vest on top, revealing a somewhat hairy, muscular chest. He has thick arms and wears tight jeans.
He is handsome, hot, has a very attractive face with several days' growth of stubble. He is looking at the dancers as we walk in, but turns in our direction as we walk to the in his direction.
He and I kind of lock eyes for an instant, but I glance away, nervous, unsure of myself. As we approach, I look at him again, trying to appear nonchalant as I try to get a another glimpse. My eyes quickly scan down to his crotch. He apparently notices and right away adjusts himself. When I look up at his face again, he is smiling confidently, knowingly. I quickly look away, embarrassed but aroused.
As my wife leads the way to the back, we pass by the man in the vest. A moment later as we look around for a table, I glance back at him and he is watching me, smiling, nodding his head up and down like he knows my type.
We wind up in an area with a lot of women seated on a couch and in chairs around of few small cocktail tables. Melody and I grab a couple chairs to sit next to each other. The women are mostly engaged in conversation with each other. A few are scoping the dance floor.
I check the dance floor, then look back at the man in the vest. He is watching me and ever so slightly nods up and down. This time I don't turn away immediately. We lock eyes for for what seemed like a minute or more but it was probably no more than five seconds.
I am starting to get hard. He is definitely the kind of guy I fantasize about, powerfully built, dominant-looking and completely self-assured.
As the night unfolds. I find myself glancing in his direction every now and then. I see him talking to other guys at the bar. Occasionally, we share a look in each other's eyes. I am sure he knows I am lusting for him. But I am not sure if he is just teasing me, playing me.
My wife and I dance a few times — one of the few hetero couples on the floor. The last time we were up, I am looking over her shoulder at him and he very deliberately adjusts his package as he looks into my eyes. I do not turn away. I lick my lips in a wanton gesture of desire.
A while later as we are dancing again, the floor fills with people shaking and gyrating to the pulsing beat of the music. The crowd is thick, congested. I look around, searching for the man in the leather vest.
Then I feel someone bumping up against me from behind. It's him! My wife has her arms up, her eyes closed as she shakes her sexy ass.
I turn to him. He puts his hands around my waist and pulls me to him as he says "Dance with me!" We make a few moves together as a couple when Melody taps me on the back.
I look over my shoulder and she says "Well alright then, see you back at the table."
"Okay," I say. And then it's just him and me. The music is loud, hard, pounding. Most people are dancing apart, but he keeps his hands on my waist and I put my arms around him as I look into his eyes with naked desire.
