Chrissy then reached past me. She took my husband’s hands and put them on my hips. She kept her hands on top of his. My husband looked at me with a questioning glance. I kissed him. What the hell. It was Vegas and I was having fun. I was feeling the music. I was feeling sexy.
Chrissy then turned me around. Now I was dancing with her my ass towards my husband. Chrissy again had my husband’s hands on my hips, hers over them. As we danced she slid his hands up and down from my hips to my thighs. As they moved up I felt my dress slide up.
I looked around for the bachelorette girls. I couldn’t see them. They’d been drinking heavily. I wondered if they forgot Chrissy was there and took off.
I was wearing a very tight black dress that was about 6″ above my knees. The material was stretchy clingy and hugged my curves. I parted my legs a bit to sway my hips down. As I did she pushed between my legs. This pushed the bottom of my dress almost to my crotch.
I now had my legs on either side of her, pushing my ass into my husband while my chest was pressed against her. I could feel the skin of her thighs against mine.
As we danced I felt her hand slide down my hip to my thigh. The touch was electric.
I had never been with a woman, never thought about it. I wasn’t even thinking about it at that moment. Just in retrospect I realized I was never against the idea. Just never really occurred to me.
However at that moment, I liked the way her hand felt. I put both my hands on her hips, well, below her hips and we danced. Her hand moved up and down my thigh. She’d toy with the hem of my dress and then slide her hand down a few inches.
I was enjoying the feeling. Then I felt the air of the club on my ass. I realized that my dress had pulled up that a little of my ass was showing. I was wearing a black lace thong and if she hadn’t been between my legs and my husband in back of me I would have been on display. As it was I was enjoying the feeling of my husband’s pants against my naked flesh.
I felt her hand at the side band of my thong. I didn’t stop her. I felt her playing with the side. Her fingers would caress my skin and then she’d slide them along the the thong to the top of my ass.
The club was packed. Couples pushed in around us. I was enjoying the sensation of being carried away.
Then I felt my husband’s hand on my other hip. I could feel her fingers wrapped with his. As one of her hands explored my hip and ass. The other was guiding my husband to do the same.
I leaned into him, tilted my head back and turned for a kiss. He kissed me passionately.
Now she’d let go of his hands. They were both on my hips. I felt her hands slide back to my ass. She cupped my cheeks and pulled me into her. Somewhere in my mind I realized if her hands were on my ass, then my dress was not covering it. I felt my face flush and my pussy tingle.
After I kissed my husband, I turned to look at Chrissy. Her hands on my ass, she pulled me to her. She bent her head down and kissed me. Now, I look back amazed at what I was thinking. At the moment. I wasn’t really thinking. I was just enjoying the sensations. I kissed back.
As I did I ground my ass against my husband. I could feel the hard bulge in his pants behind me. That turned me on even more. I kept grinding against him while practically humping Chrissy’s leg.
She turned me to face my husband. With her behind me I started kissing him. My dress was still over my ass. I could feel Chrissy’s fingers wrap around the side of my thong. My husband’s hands were below hers on my thighs. I felt her start to pull my thong down. My arms were around my husband’s neck. The feeling of her hands and the material sliding down my hip was exciting. She pulled it down till she hit my husband’s hands. He looked at me, kissed me passionately and moved his hands. Chrissy slid the thong down to my knees. She held it while I stepped out of it.
I looked around. There was a couple dancing right next to us. He had his hands on the woman’s ass. He saw what Chrissy did. He smiled at me. He said something to the woman he was dancing with. She looked. She gave me a thumbs up.
Chrissy was still grinding against my naked ass. My pussy was now grinding into my husband. No one could see either, but I knew they weren’t covered. I loved the feeling. It was hot knowing I was naked practically from the waist down, in a crowd, and no one really knew. My pussy was wet. I was wondering if Jim could feel how hot it was against his leg. I wondered if I’d leave a wet spot.
Chrissy took Jim’s hands and put them on my ass. As she did she put my thong in Jim’s hand. I could feel the material in his hand against my skin.
I felt her hands slide between Jim And I. Her hands were on my naked skin. Just above my pussy. I could feel them pressed between Jim and I. I realized the back of her hand must be feeling his hard cock. The idea turned me on. One of her hands slowly crept lower. It was slowly getting closer and closer to my pussy. I felt myself tilting my hips up to push closer to her hand, but she controlled the pace. She was taking her time. I was concentrating. The suspense of where that hand was going and when it would get there was driving me nuts. I wanted to stop her, but I also wanted to push her fingers into me.
Her other hand she slid up my arm and took one of my hands. She guided it between us to Jim’s cock. Using her hand she rubbed my hand against his cock. I knew we were doing it together. I knew she could feel it against her hand as well.
The other hand finally reached my clit. She grazed it. I sighed and kissed my husband hard. Her hand slid lower. She had it on my clit. I kissed Jim hard. As I did I came. Right on the dance floor. I moaned into his mouth.
Jim loved it when I talked dirty. If there was ever an occasion this was it. I put my mouth to his ear and said. “She’s fingering my clit.” He kissed me again.
Chrissy’s hand slid down my slit. I was soaked. Her fingers dipped inside my pussy as she got them wet she’d slide her wet fingers back up over my clit.
“Oh my god Jim, she’s got her fingers in my cunt,” I said.
“Do you like that baby? Knowing that this woman has her fingers in my cunt while we’re surrounded by all these people?”
He kissed me again. I came again. I could feel my juices on my dripping down my thighs.
Chrissy removed her fingers and slid them between my husband’s lips and mine. Between us we sucked them clean.
All of a sudden Chrissy pulled my skirt down. Someone from the bridal shower came up to her, said something and disappeared into the crowd.
Chrissy turned me around and kissed me passionately. She then reached over my shoulder, grabbed my husband’s shirt, pulled him forward and kissed him the same way.
She said, “I’ve gotta go,” and disappeared into the crowd.
I turned to my husband and said, “Get me out of here and fuck me before I fuck you on the dance floor.”