"I want to dance," my pretty wife giggled as she held my hand and tried to pull me into the crowded nightclub. Dancing wasn't my thing but my wife loved it, especially when she'd been drinking and we were both more than a little drunk.
I shook my head and resisted her attempt to drag me into the club. It was getting late and I wanted to get home to finish the evening right.
"Please," she slurred noticeably. Her bottom lip curled into her perfected little girl pout and she looked at me with soft, pleading green eyes that were nearly impossible to resist. "I'll make it worth your while." Her hips gyrated slowly, leaving no doubt what she was offering and my resistance softened. I knew it was an empty promise because when she drank there was a small window between sexy drunk and sleepy drunk and one more drink would likely slam that window shut.
"Just for a little bit," I acquiesced.
"Yay," she squealed as she dragged me into the loud, dark nightclub.
The room was packed with men, women and couples, Heavy bass thumped my sternum and the smells of sweat, cologne and perfume battled for supremacy as my eyes adjusted to the dim, club lighting.
"What do you want to drink Baby," I asked as she split off towards the dance floor while I made a bee line for the bar.
"You know what I like," my sexy wife replied with a bright smile. Her eyes glimmered and her thick, curvaceous body began to writhe to the beat of the hard, heavy dance music as her innuendo danced in my head. I knew what she wanted and I stepped into line at the bar.
My wife had already found a dance partner by the time I returned with her drink, a vodka and cranberry made impressively strong by a bartender who didn't realize that I didn't want her to get any more drunk. I didn't mind that she'd found someone else to dance with because it got me out of doing the white guy shuffle while my wife danced for real.
Her moves were raw and sensual and her partner clearly liked them. His eyes moved from hers, down her body, and then back to her face, and he nodded appreciatively. He was in his mid twenties and average height with a muscular body, a medium brown complexion and long dreadlocks. His dance moves were on par with my wife's and in minutes it looked like they'd been dancing together for years. They fed off each other and I immediately saw the chemistry between them.
My wife turned away from him and faced me as she stuck out her big round ass towards her dance partner. She'd been a petite girl with big d cup breasts when we'd met but fifteen years and two kids later she was thick and curvy with an hourglass figure and dd tits. It had taken a few years for her to embrace her curves but at forty she owned them like few younger women could.
Her hands moved up to her tits as her gorgeous ass swayed to the music. Her pretty green eyes held my gaze and she moved her hands down her torso smoothing her tight blue dress over her flat stomach towards her groin. Her eyes widened as her partner grabbed hold of her full hips and moved with her.
He was bold and assuming but at the same time he was young and appeared harmless and fun.
I watched my wife struggle for a few moments of indecision before going with the flow. She reached down and put her hands on top of his while they swayed together, fore and aft, and side to side. Their hands moved in unison up her body as she stared at me with a glazed look on her pretty face. I'd seen that look before. She was more drunk than I had realized and her inhibitions were gone.
She smiled playfully at me as she guided her partners hands to her big beautiful tits. He boldly cupped them and she released his hands, reaching back to touch his strong torso, pulling him close as their hips gyrated in time with the music.
It wasn't out of character for my pretty wife to flirt and tease other men especially when she'd been drinking. She'd been a flirt when we met ten years earlier, we both had been, and that's how we'd met but I was 7 years her senior. I'd largely outgrown my flirtatious ways while she still enjoyed toying with and teasing guys especially when I was with her just to see if she could get a rise out of me.
I liked watching her move and in fact I was enjoying watching the two of them together. There were strong sexual undertones in the way they both danced and it fed my voyeuristic tendencies.
My wife turned to face her partner and ran her hands up his muscular body as one song morphed into the next. Her fingers laced into his thick dreads and her body bumped against his, openly simulating sex as she cupped his face and flashed him a sexy smile.
My cock began to swell as I watched them move sensuously together in unison. My wife threw her head back, her short, dark hair was soaked with sweat and beads of perspiration rolled from her forehead down her cheeks before dripping into the deep valley of cleavage afforded by her low cut dress. I'd never been a jealous man and I still wasn't. I loved her enough to want to see her happy and it was incredibly erotic watching my sexy wife dance like that with another man. I grazed my hand across my semi turgid dick to test just how excited I was and I stifled a low involuntary moan.
The song ended and my wife hugged her parter tight pressing her sweaty body against his. She kissed him lightly on the lips and I felt a jolt in my chest as she took his hand and led him over to the high top table where I was standing, waiting with her drink.
"Thanks Baby," she said, grabbing her drink and downing it in one shot. "This us Malcolm. He likes to dance, unlike you."
I grinned and she flashed me a sassy defiant smile before leaning in and kissing me lightly.
"He's good at it too. You two dance well together. I was enjoying the show," I told her playfully. I discretely grabbed her hand and guided it to my still turgid manhood to show her the effect they were having on me and she gave me a warm, knowing smile.
My wife and I had occasionally toyed with the idea of swinging but we'd never crossed the line from fantasy to reality. Our interest in swinging had started out because she was bicurious and wanted to experience a threesome with another woman but finding a single bisexual woman was more difficult than finding Bigfoot in the forest. So we began to toy with the idea of finding another couple with whom we could play and swing. We'd joined a popular swingers website but we had never found anyone with whom we had the right chemistry despite chatting at length on line with several couples.
Malcolm returned from the bar with two drinks, a beer for him and another vodka and cranberry for my wife.
