A dance with another woman and my husband heats up and the unexpected occurs..
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We had been in Vegas for a few days now and having a great trip. My husband, Jim, surprised me with tickets. He had already talked to my boss about vacation time and made arrangement for my folks to take the kids. He had everything planned perfectly.
This was not unlike him. We’d been married for 15 years and during that time he has always been romantic. He is often planning little surprises for me. He makes me feel like I have a true partner at home. He always says that marriage is 60/40. With each partner trying to be the 60. He lives it.
The best part is that the loving husband, amazing father, and great provider, also comes with a bad boy side. He had more experience than me when we got married. He said in high school he noticed that every girl he liked had a bad boy she was dating, or had dated. They always complained after the fact, but, that person had got there first.
In college he decided to be the bad boy. He said he wanted to be the jerk girls dated before the guy they’re with now. He changed his style and was successful. When he met me, he stopped. I’d never seen him like that, but at times, especially when we were out or making love, the bad boy came out. I loved him. He pushed me to sexual limits.
Nothing crazy. A brazen PDA, here or there, where his hands were definitely not in neutral territory or his hand on my knee sliding my dress up and showing off my stocking tops. In bed he’d taught me to talk dirty, to be free telling him what I want, and to share my fantasies.
For my part he liked me dressing a little sexy when we were out and liked me in pretty lingerie. I had lots of sexy matching bras and panties. Some with matching garter belt. I always wore hot underwear. He said he liked knowing he was going to get a little show at the end of the day.
He also said he liked it when people checked us out. I could say, checked me out, but he got his share of looks. I have to admit, in suburbia, we dressed the part, we didn’t really stand out. When we were out, we put it on.
At 5’4″ 120 lbs, I know I looked good. I worked hard to keep that shape. My 36c breasts might not be as firm as they were when I was younger, but a good push up bra fixed that. I had thick brown hair that came down between my shoulder blades. At 37 I still get carded sometimes.
To me he looked amazing. 2 years older than me, 5’11”, close cut brown hair, 180, 34 inch waist, and light blue eyes. He was not a gym rat but kept himself toned enough. I would catch women checking him out all the time. Even in our suburban home town.
Tonight was no different. We just saw a show and now he was taking me dancing. As we walked in the club I could see women checking him out. I also noticed men checking me out. A game we played was pointing out the people who checked us out. Especially if they were exceptionally cute. We’d also try and pick out who the other thought was attractive.
Tonight was no different. We danced, flirted with each other, and were having a great time. After a few dances we looked for a place to sit. The club was packed. In one corner it looked like a bachelorette party had taken over a number of tables. They didn’t seem to be using all the chairs though. We decided to ask.
Jim approached them and asked if all the seats were taken. I thought they were going to blow him off until they looked at him. They all smiled and offered us the seats. We joined them.
To thank them for the seats Jim bought them a round of drinks. We chatted with them a bit. They were from the Midwest. The bride was getting married in 3 weeks. There were 12 of them. They seemed to be having a great time.
They were all dressed in sexy clubwear. They were a hot looking group of mid 20 yr olds. Lots of guys would ask them to dance. They’d say no and then giggle among themselves.
There was one girl kind of on the outside. While the other girls shared stories and giggled, she listened mostly and laughed when something was funny. The girls did not interact with her.
For fun we bought them another round. The girls decided to get up and dance. The group headed to the dance floor. They were immediately surrounded by men and were having a great time dancing. All except the outsider. She stayed at the table with us.
We asked her why she wasn’t dancing. She explained she was the bride’s cousin. She and the bride were very close, but she did not know the bride’s friends at all, so she was kind of on the outside.
We told her we understood and that she could be on the inside with us. She laughed. We chatted with her. Normal small talk, the kind you’d have at any cocktail party when you meet someone.
Her name was Chrissy and she was 27, single. She’d just ended a relationship a few months ago. She was a pretty girl. 5’6″, maybe 130, brown hair longer than mine. She had curves. Her dress was Vegas clubwear. Just this side of street slut. Something you’d never get away with in our hometown, but in Vegas was not even noticed. It showed a lot of cleavage and a lot of leg.
She was however the girl I would have said my husband found most attractive in the room. While many men liked the skinny big boobed blondes, my husband preferred a more quiet and dignified beauty. He liked it when a woman had curvy hips and a bit of an ass. He liked it when they had long dark hair. Basically he liked girls who looked like me.
She was sitting next to us moving to the music. I wanted to go dance, but I didn’t want to leave her alone at the table. I asked her to come dance with Jim and I. She of course said no and that she didn’t want to intrude. I insisted. The 3 of us got up and danced.
The girl moved with a sexy grace. I was wishing I could move like that. Although the 3 of us were dancing. She was mostly dancing with me. She put her hand on my hip and we swayed in rhythm together. It was kind of fun. We were in Vegas. No one could see us, it had been a while since I dirty danced. She started dancing closer to me. I was liking this. I could see girls swaying together, grinding together. This was post my time. We didn’t dance like this when I was 20, maybe a bit with my husband when I was 30 and we were away where no one could see us.
The music was sexy, Seductive, and pulsing. I could feel the beat pulsing through me. I could see all the people dancing around me. Sexy bodies dancing against each other. Woman grinding against their men. I let the rhythm take hold of me.
She turned her back to me and swayed her hips in front of me. Damn she looked good. I looked at my husband to see if he was checking her out. I was surprised to see he was looking at me. I blew him a kiss. If he was going to watch me, I was going to put on a show.
I started moving with her. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed my hips into her. She tilted her head back and pushed her ass into me. She turned to face me, then she turned me around. She ran her hands down from my shoulders to my hips.
I have to admit, the touch kind of turned me on. It felt good. I closed my eyes and let the music wash over me. As we danced she turned me to face my husband. She pushed me closer. I started dancing with him. I put my arms around his neck as I swayed to the music. I kissed him.
Chrissy had her hands on my hips and pushed me into him. As she did she followed in tight and was grinding against my ass. I was sandwiched between them. I was looking into my husband’s eyes and grinding against this sexy woman. I liked the feeling.