Lustful nights and depraved intentions (PM Finfries before posting)

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As I wandered into the lounge of our large, neat condo, I saw Felix smile. I smiled back - wondering just what he was thinking? He often told me how dumb struck he was, how often he would look at me and feel the same rush of love and excitement as when we first began dating four years ago. It's been two years since we were married and I can't say that we weren't meant to be - having hit it off during our second year of college and being inseparable since.

This morning I had woken up still sleepy, having slipped on a shabby shirt with "D.M.C" written on the front - a memento of a hip-hop concert I had been to with some friends a while back - as well as a pair of denim shorts. Oh lord, if my parents saw me now, they would have been upset - having been raised in a pretty privileged home, I was always expected to be dressed in clean, sophisticated dresses. Maybe that was, in part, why I was so keen on hip hop, night clubs and wearing more flayed clothing. Not that Felix would complain - I saw him there, admiring me - his 26 year old half British, half Indian wife.

"Oh Nicole, you're like...literally an hourglass figure."

He'd often say something like that and it was pretty difficult to disagree with him. I was blessed in the looks department - being 5'7" tall and my 34E cup boobs looked pretty big with my relatively thin, tanned skin body. My hips were wide, or "child bearing" as my husband would sometimes say. And my ass. Supposedly my best feature according to many men (and women)! Large, fat asscheeks that were in contrast to the rest of my body. Very Kim Kardashian-like, and thankfully for me my husband loved that. Anyway the take away here? My measurements are 34E cup boobs, a 41 inch bubble butt ass and a fit 26.5-inch waist.

That said, I feel very lucky to be with something like Felix. Sure, my friends often said that I was out of his league, but I resented that. He was by far, the most kind and caring person I had ever met in my life. He was extremely attentive, a great listener and loved me more than I could possibly imagine. The only real difference between us was maybe music - I really loved hip hop and dressed very urban style, while my husband was more of a rock style guy.

"Felix, baby, did you not get enough last night?" I said with a hint of my British accent still showing, even after having lived in New York for the past seven years. I suppose that I would never lose that, which was great because I felt that it made me feel all exotic.

"Nicole, I can NEVER get enough of you." my husband said with a grin. While I wanted to smile back, I instinctively yawned from tiredness, before purposefully swaying my curves as I wandered over towards Felix before planting a long kiss on his lips.

"Funny how I'm always sleepy after you have had your evil way with me" I said after breaking the kiss, laughing at my comment. Grinning, Felix said in a very proud tone of voice:

"I can't remember hearing any complaints in bed" and playfully smacked my big ass which was only partially covered by my denim shorts.

"Bad boy" I cried out before jumping away, making my way to the shower.

It's understandable why I was tired. That night, we had made love like horny teenagers and although I considered myself pretty fit, it was exhausting. To add a bit more context to this, about two weeks ago, Felix at 35 years old and me young at 26, decided to try for our first baby. I had come off the pill and started tracking my fertility cycle. Last night just so happened to be good timing to potentially get pregnant, so we went at it! Can't say that it wasn't fun though.

What I was most glad about was how Felix gradually got past some of his insecurities. He used to be really hung up over his dick size, if you could believe that. He hated having a 4-inch dick despite me telling him that it wasn't a problem. What's with guys and comparing that anyway? It's not how big it is, but how you use it no? Then again, I suppose that I'm not an expert at that considering that Felix was the only boyfriend I ever had but I loved making love with him so it couldn't be such an issue!

Reluctantly, after about twenty minutes, I got out of the shower and wrapped around a soft towel, I felt revitalized.

"So, what's on the agenda today baby?"

It was a normal Saturday and having worked hard during the week, both Felix as an IT specialist and myself as a high school teacher, we normally relaxed in our condo and did a bit of shopping. However,, we did make plans to meet friends that night. We were to go out for drinks and then a great club that Amy, one of my closest friends, recommended constantly. In total we were about four couples mainly composed of my friends. They were all going with their boyfriends, with myself being the only married one of our bunch.

I knew my Felix well, enough that I could tell that part of him was dreading the evening. The urban, hip hop music style that I loved so much wasn't his scene, so I made it up to him by wearing some tight clothing. He was always excited when he saw me come out of our little guest room, dressed in a dress and this time was no different. Coming out in a tight form fitting dress, cleavage showing and with the profile of my wide ass was highly visible, with my long legs shown off within the fabric of my attire.

"Jesus Nicole, look at you..." Felix said, his voice practically oozing with lust. I laughed, spinning around in place before I said "Down tiger."


We've been at this club, Aura's, for about two hours now. I was with the girls at this point, while Felix was with their boyfriends drinking. We were having fun, dancing out on the floor - even though our significant others didn't want to join us. I had maybe a single drink in my system - not being one to get blacked out, unlike Amy (who was on her maybe fourth glass). Maybe we should have been more attentive, because I had no idea that we were getting circled in by some guys. Granted, I never felt as if I was in any danger. Any nightclub worth its salt has enough security that you never have to worry about being attacked or harassed. At least, from my own personal experience.


A man approached me, stopping me right on my tracks as I was about to leave with the girls. While appearing friendly, he has a stern look to him. Something between the lines of serious and dangerous, if that made any sense. Being somewhat of a pushover, at least when it comes to meeting new people, I didn't know what to do besides answer back.

"Hey."

He introduced himself as Ben. Apparently he was new to the nightclub and noticed my friends and I dancing, and wanted to know whether I was free this evening. Naturally, I shook my head. Obviously I wasn't. I was married, couldn't he see?

"Sorry, I'm married."

"Bullshit, you don't even have a ring!"

I glanced at my hand and saw that it was missing! My heart sank in my chest, mainly for two reasons. One, I just looked like a huge jerk and two, that ring meant a lot to me and the fact that I didn't know where it was could have meant that I got robbed without even knowing it!

I laughed, before Amy interjected, in her drunken state of mind.

"Oh, she's just being hard to get."

"Amy!"

Helping or hurting, right?
 
Ben hadn't been out in this neighbourhood for a while. The main reason was because he had moved out of it to do some contract work. He had worked as a bodyguard for a private company which had treated him well. The usual benefits, along with access to some of the most up to date surveillance tech that one could ask for, he had just finished up with a job in the North part of the city when his buddy Craig had told him about this new hopping night club by the name of Aura. So he had made the trip back to check it out with them.

When they had first arrived Ben hadn't really been all that impressed. It seemed to be your usual new hopping bar/ lounge so he had had a pair of whisky on the rocks when he saw a new group of women hit the dance floor. Of course a few of them were hot but then his eyes fell on this relatively shorter woman in comparison to the pair of breasts which were swaying contained in her sleek black dress, Ben gave a soft groan of appreciation.

That was nothing though in comparison to when she turned around. Her ass and hips framed her perfectly and Ben just watched for a few minutes. As they were headed off the dance floor he certainly did take the chance to step in her path. His hopes high, his confidence smoldering he had made sure before he stepped in that she didn't have a ring on, and so he felt good about his chances! That was until she said that, and before he even caught himself he had spurted out the call of bullshit.

Then again to him she was saying bullshit, so as her friend interjected Ben's eyes lit up with an almost predatory look.

" Oh? playing hard to get? I can appreciate that one..."

He grinned to her. His icy blue eyes seemed to scan her over once before his own eyes returned to hers.

" All right then since you're not free for the evening, how about one dance then?"

He wasn't REALLY asking, instead he stepped forwards and catching her elbow he turned her back to the dance floor. He had no idea that they were being watched by her actual husband, so he took the lead, guiding her onto a spot on the dance floor, the beat of the song fast but fun, he not really 'making' her dance, if she wanted to stalk off the dance floor she could, but the confidence in him managing to guide her out there on his own was something to give a bit of credit for!
 
" Oh? playing hard to get? I can appreciate that one..."

That idiot Amy! She was always so addicted to drama and causing problems. This wasn't the first time that she pulled something like this - knowing how hard it was for me to be affirmative and how I hated to be put on the spot. Normally I was able to tell a guy off anyway, but this guy had an almost predatory look to him. I don't even know how to describe it but essentially, when his icy blue eyes looked at me, I felt like I had to do something for him, in order to get him off my back!
" All right then since you're not free for the evening, how about one dance then?"

There was my way out.

Granted, he didn't really ask. He caught me by the elbow, while I stuttered out "Okay, one dance!" as if it was completely my decision. I can't say that I felt too horrible about this - I was dancing earlier and it wasn't as if I was giving this stranger a lap dance. I glanced around, looking to see if Felix was around and instead caught wind of Amy, grinning and laughing at me before the stranger and I got mixed inside the crowd on the dance floor.

--

Meanwhile, my husband was drinking with the others. The boyfriends and my husband weren't ones to dance and often times left us to dance alone, stepping in only when one of them got jealous. Most of the girls, Amy included, danced with strangers every so often. I was the only one that actively refused to dance with another man, at least for too long. So it was a rare occurrence, especially for my husband, to watch a man have me by the arm and bring me to the dance floor. His attention spiked, although for reasons that I would have no idea until later.

--

The stranger and I danced to the the upbeat, fast paced song and while I did feel a little uncomfortable dancing with a total stranger, I had to admit that it was fun in its own way. Even though I planned to get out of here as soon as I could, I felt like it would have been incredibly awkward to not get the man's name, at the very least.

"I'm Nicole. What's your name?" I spoke loudly, trying to be heard across the loud music.
 
Ben was smirking as she seemed to instantly back down, and even as she agreed his smile only widened, though he nodded to her as he guided her right out onto the dance floor. The beat being fast and the dance floor hot from the newly opened club it was no wonder that Nicole was having trouble seeing her husband. Ben proved to be quite the good dancer, and even as she spoke up loudly at first, he didn't quite catch it.

It wasn't the volume of the music which had caused him to not notice, it was the way she moved, how beautiful she was. He didn't see any guys coming to her rescue so Ben assumed her little story of being married was a complete sham.

As he noticed her repeat herself, he grinned as he danced up a storm.

" I'm Ben!"

He usually wasn't really into the bar scene either, but from the sidelines his buddies were hooting and hollering, though of course they couldn't be heard very well either. Instead he grinned and worked around her, dancing until he was right behind her, his hands seeming to smooth over her sides to feel her hips moving.

" You're a good dancer!"

He said it right into her ear so she could hear him, the hot air from his breath instantly tickling her senses as he wasn't letting her go just yet. Instead he grinned as he watched her hips and ass move to the beat of the music... he having NO idea they were being watched from afar!
 
Hooting and hollering, Ben's friends cheered their friend as he danced with me. Of course, I didn't see this at the time and if I did, I might have gotten all self-conscious. So, it was a good thing that I was so distracted because I was having fun! So much fun that I didn't even mind when I saw Ben disappear and come up behind me. His hands now on my wide hips, I felt a slight tinge of excitement grow inside my chest.

" You're a good dancer!"

I grinned when he said that, his words tickling my ear. Turning my head, his mouth was now dangerously close to my cheek. Still dancing, I said back "Thanks! You're not bad yourself!". Smiling I turned my head back where to was, facing away from him. I lost myself in the sight of the flashing lights and the crowd, COMPLETELY unaware that we were being watched.

--

"You're not going to step in bro? Your wife is dancing with some guy." Ryan, Melissa's boyfriend said as he watched from the bar. My husband was sitting next to him, his gaze fixated on the sight in the distance. Me, his shy curvy wife, was dancing with some stranger. The man was quite OBVIOUSLY checking her out from behind, his hands on her hips. Worst of all, it seemed that for the first time, his wife was having fun with another man. It wasn't too scandalous, but it was definitely a first.

"Nope. Besides, at the end of the day she's coming home with me." He said confidently with a sip from his drink. He acted cool but there was something different to his voice. Not fear or even anxiety, but a weird perverse excitement.

--


The music changed, but the beat was just as fast and just as fresh as before. Ben's hands were still on my hips but I began to change my dancing. Just a bit more sensual than before - I was moving my hips side to side, almost wiggling my big butt (albeit unintentionally!) with my hands traveling to the side of my own body. Momentarily they connected with Ben's, making me chuckle and awkwardly say "Sorry", although I don't think Ben could hear me mutter that out with the loud music playing. But that moment passed and I got back to the groove!

"This is so much fun!" I admitted out loud. Then to my surprise, I found myself lower my legs, bending my knees and sticking my ass out. Bouncing my huge butt, I twerked with Ben behind me! I honestly had only done this in the privacy of my own home, but dancing like this made me want to show off just a bit more!
 
Oh Ben could tell that his buddies were hooting and hollering for him, so even as he smoothed his hands over her sides to her hips and didn't actually interrupt her dancing, he was more feeling how her lovely hips moved, though even as she thanked him he grinned, though as they both danced together.

He heard the music change but felt how the beat remained, and even as she began to change her dancing he grinned as she was certainly swaying her hips and big thick ass side to side, he didn't hear her say sorry at all, instead he grinned and when she admitted that out loud, Ben was about to reply when she lowered her legs and bounding her huge ass Ben's reply died on his lips for a few moments, he stepping back his hands left her hips as he grinned.

" That's it, bounce that beautiful huge ass!"

He cheered her on, grinning as he watched her sleek black dress stretched over the globes of her ass, though he did step forwards and smoothed one hand over her ass, the other sliding over the center of her back tracing her spine as he grinned.

" Give it, twerk that ass, you're beautiful Nicole!"

He grinned, this boring trip to a club certainly having taken on a much more interesting twist!
 
" That's it, bounce that beautiful huge ass!"

You would have thought that this objectification would have made me leave, or feel offended, right? But it didn't. Instead I found myself feeling proud of his comment, picking up the pace while my heart raced. I bounced my ass, arching my back as I felt his hand trace my spine. My skin felt all hot and heavy as excitement and a strange thrill made me oblivious to what I was doing...

" Give it, twerk that ass, you're beautiful Nicole!"

--

Over in the distance, some of the boyfriends chuckled at the sight, nudging Felix in the shoulder. Truth be told, a few of them were envious of Ben - although they would never admit it, or would never hear the end of it if their girlfriends found out. Felix on the other hand, feigned apathy. He pretended not to care, although the fact that his shy wife was grinning and bouncing her ass for a stranger, began to worry him.

His biggest fear was the anxiety that some part of him was excited. His heart rushed and his eyes couldn't look away...

--


Over time, the music began to stop and my pace slowed down to a crawl. I slowly stood upright, my heart pounding as the dance end. The realization that I was twerking for Ben hit me like a truck. The excitement quickly became regret and embarassement. I chuckled, blushing over my own actions before I told Ben:

"Okay, I said one dance. I'll, uh, see you later." before I began to hurry out of the crowd, looking for my husband and get the hell away from here...
 
Ben grinned as she didn't shy away from his touching. He didn't take things too far, his hand simply feeling the firmness of her butt cheek through her dress not to mention how her lithe muscular and yet feminine body moved beneath his hands. Even as he grinned though and watched her bounce her ass, seeing her like that only made Ben want more!

As the music finally took a break though he grinned as she moved to straighten up, though for a moment he pushed her right back into that position.

" Just a sec..."

He grumbled, not letting her up JUST yet he stepped back and before she could straighten up he fished his smart phone out of his pocket and took a picture of her just like that. Only when he saw the photo saved to his phone did he look up and see her straightening up.

" What a dance! We should totally do this again sometime soon!"

He called out to her, though simply grinned watching her retreat. He figured she'd be back soon enough... after all even if she didn't care about the picture he took, he had a feeling she had enjoyed that just as much as he had!
 
Just as I was straightening myself up, the stranger pushed me back into my previous position. Knees bent and my ass sticking out, he didn't so much ask but "force" me back like this. My heart was racing and my skin felt so hot for doing this for some random guy. A surge of guilty excitement coursed all over my body, sending a chill down my spine. I only snapped out of this state of mind when I saw the flash coming from his phone. Quickly getting up, I turned around to see Ben with a big grin on his face.

" What a dance! We should totally do this again sometime soon!"

"Um...sure! See you!"

I quickly got out of there, with Amy seeing me and following me soon after. Not even looking back, I got to the bar where Felix and the others greeted us. My husband looked at me, smiling before noticing that I was blushing.

"Are you ok Nicole?" he asked me before Amy laughed and blurted out:

"Good job leaving her alone! Some guy was really happy to find her at the dance floor!"

I couldn't bring myself to tell Felix what happened, but at the same time I couldn't let Amy be the one to do it. She would always add details to her stories, stuff that didn't happen but that she wish that she could see. Moving over to my husband I whispered into his ear "I'm fine baby. Just some guy made me twerk for him. He said that I had a beautiful huge ass and I left"

Not exactly what happened but...

Felix came in close to me, kissing me before his hand wandered down to my back and grabbed a handful of my ass before whispering "Well, you do have an amazing body, Nicole."

My heart pounding from all the attention I got today, I whispered back: "Can we go now? This night club wasn't so great..."

When we got back to our apartment, I thought about the nightclub and Ben. At least for a moment there because the second we got back to the condo and the doors closed behind us, Felix just grabbed me and pull me up against him! It was so sudden that I didn't know what was what. I gasped just as he pulled at the shoulder straps of my dress, completely caught off guard as he twirled me around, my ass facing him while he kissed the back of my neck. I caught my balance with my hands holding the kitchen counter.

"Felix baby what's got into you" I said with a bit of a laugh. We made love like two horny teenagers, before I fell asleep.

..

Later that night...

Felix was on his phone, looking over hashtags that involved the nightclub we went to. Maybe it was curiosity over the stranger that had gotten me, his shy wife, into dancing like that - or maybe he was just looking for photos of me that night. After all, it wouldn't have been the first time - often times I'd be in some random photos of a night club, usually in an effort by the club promoters to have hot girls on the front page of their Instagram page. Then that's when he found it - a picture of me, Nicole, knees bent with my big butt sticking out. He groaned softly when a lewd, awful sensation pushed him to do something that he'd one day regret.

Using an alt account, one that I didn't even know about, he messaged Ben through instagram:


"Hey I know that girl! She couldn't stop talking about you lol. Pretend that I didn't send this, but she's going to be there tomorrow night."
 
Ben certainly hadn't been expecting the outcome of the evening at all! He had only come down this way because his buddies had managed to get him out into this neighborhood. He certainly thanked them as he re-joined the group, getting a round of high fives and certainly some requests to see the photo.

Strangely though he didn't share it. He at first wanted it to be his and only his, though as he drove home he moved one hand into his lap, groaning at how hard his cock was thinking of that beautiful goddess of a woman who had ended up being more submissive than he had even imagined!

When he got home though he did load the photo onto his personal computer and took his time jacking off to the photo along with a very vivid memory of feeling her hips beneath his hands, feeling how submissively she re-positioned for the photo... he certainly didn't last long, and he had no regrets. After all in his eyes she was single and what they had done was have some overall sexy but harmless fun!

Afterwards though he sent the photo onto the new clubs site with the hashtag #bigbeautifulass as well as #hotlatina. He had been about to log off and go to bed when a ping sound let him know that there was a new message. Reading it his brow furrowed curiously.

"Hey I know that girl! She couldn't stop talking about you lol. Pretend that I didn't send this, but she's going to be there tomorrow night."

He back and forth messaged with the new user, asking first how he knew and then pretty much making sure to find out what time she'd be at the club. He decided to not message his buddies, if she was going to be there he felt a strong desire to make a play for her all on his own, and something within him told himself, call it a gut instinct that he shouldn't tell anyone. Instead he left off the messaging platform with a thanks for the info before he turned in for the night.

The next night he arrived a bit earlier than when she was supposed to be there. He wanted to scope out the place a bit more, and taking note that it was just as hopping as it had been the night before he had worn a matching outfit to the first evening without the jacket, it was a warm night and he wanted to feel more comfortable. Black on black allowed him to blend into the crowd, though he had to admit he was VERY much looking to see if the random person who had messaged him was right that she was going to be there. It seemed a bit too good to be true in a way, but he was also there just in case it WAS true!
 
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