May I have this dance? (closed for Screwher)

[lovingfingers]

The beat of the music was now so familiar to Anton that his body moved to it unconsciously, barely registering in his mind. As a dance instructor and regular performer at The Blue Moon, he was bathed in music his entire working day. He liked this gig. It was low pressure, paid decently, and the fringe benefits were excellent.

He would oft start his day late in the morning, go to the gym to keep his leanly muscled frame strong, have lunch and then go to the Club to teach. It was mostly young people in the afternoon, changing over to adults in the early evening, all keen to learn to dance.

He was a social creature, and enjoyed meeting and working with people, the women especially. This was more of a perk recently, as his girlfriend had broken up with him. He had wanted to settle down and start a family. Her, not so much.

So, he kept his eyes open for available women around his age, which is why he was surprised at himself for eyeing one particular woman. Granted, she was completely hot, petite, fit, and dressed to show off. What was unusual though was that she had to be at least ten years older than he was and was accompanied by who he assumed was her husband.

Still though, he found his eyes returning to her time and again, particularly when she tried to cajole her husband into dancing.

Anton considered, "what the hell? Just a dance..."

He walked casually to where the couple was sitting. He smiled at them both as he approached their table, "Good evening, I'm Anton, the dance instructor here. Might I have this dance?"

 

[screwher]

The beat of the music was now so familiar to Anton that his body moved to it unconsciously, barely registering in his mind. As a dance instructor and regular performer at The Blue Moon, he was bathed in music his entire working day. He liked this gig. It was low pressure, paid decently, and the fringe benefits were excellent.

He would oft start his day late in the morning, go to the gym to keep his leanly muscled frame strong, have lunch and then go to the Club to teach. It was mostly young people in the afternoon, changing over to adults in the early evening, all keen to learn to dance.

He was a social creature, and enjoyed meeting and working with people, the women especially. This was more of a perk recently, as his girlfriend had broken up with him. He had wanted to settle down and start a family. Her, not so much.

So, he kept his eyes open for available women around his age, which is why he was surprised at himself for eyeing one particular woman. Granted, she was completely hot, petite, fit, and dressed to show off. What was unusual though was that she had to be at least ten years older than he was and was accompanied by who he assumed was her husband.

Still though, he found his eyes returning to her time and again, particularly when she tried to cajole her husband into dancing.

Anton considered, "what the hell? Just a dance..."

He walked casually to where the couple was sitting. He smiled at them both as he approached their table, "Good evening, I'm Anton, the dance instructor here. Might I have this dance?"

I admit it. I'm not much of a dancer. But my beautiful wife Melissa is and I expected the worst when she said "Out dancing" when I asked what she wanted to do on our26th anniversary. But I wanted her to be happy and reluctantly agreed to take her to The Blue Moon dance nightclub. When we arrived to the club we ordered a drink and quickly took in the surrounding sights. Melissa was eager to dance so I gave it the old college try. We did a couple fast numbers on the floor along with a lot of people more experienced at dancing than I. Fortunately we were approached by Bob and Kay Smith, friends of ours who had the same evening in mind. The ladies danced together then Bob took Melissa for a twirl. Melissa seemed to be having a blast and I no longer had to put myself through it.

Unfortunately soon though, Bob and Kay had to say good night. That left me with a wife that was still revved up and ready to go a few longer. On top of everything my feet were getting sore. But she deserved her special evening. I was just about to suck it up and take her on the dance floor when we were approached by I don't know if it was an angel or a devil. He was a young handsome man that i recognized by his work here in the club as one of the performers. He introduced himself as Anton and put his hand out to Melissa.

"May I have this dance?" he politely asked.

Melissa looked at me for my approval. I softly nodded. Anton took Melissa's hand and whisked her off to the dance floor.

 

[lovingfingers]

I walked onto the dance floor, acutely aware of this hot woman's arm on mine. I looked over at her, the way her hair bounced as she walked, and her breasts beneath her thin blouse. "And with whom do I have the pleasure?" I asked.

"Melissa," she replied with a smile. A samba had begun to play, and she clearly was familiar with the basic step. We fell into the rhythm as I took her hands. She followed my lead fairly well, allowing me to spin her, enfold her, dip, and sashay. It has been observed that one can get away with murder on the dance floor, and by the end of that dance, I had a very good idea as to the lay of her body. And she was fine!

When the song ended, she fanned herself. I laughed, asking if she would like a drink. She agreed and we returned to where her husband was sitting. Had she been alone, I would have approached things differently, but it was what it was, and I was content to flirt.

 

[screwher]

At first I was casually watching my wife dancing with Anton. I'd take a sip of my drink, watch them, sip, watch. But soon something was happening on the dance floor that made me momentarily abandon my drink. It seemed like things were really heating up out there between my wife and her new dance partner. Melissa was just beaming and their movements toward one another got more and more suggestive. There were actually some points in the song where I felt that physical contact between them just wasn't necessary. But Melissa seemed to melt into his arms where his hands found her body all over.

I know part of me should be pissed. I should march out there and break this...whatever...totally up and drag my wife right out of the club. But something was compelling me to stay sitted, to watch. Like a lot of husbands, I'm sure most won't even admit it to themselves, I've fantasized in the past about other men having sex with my wife. It had been part of our pillow talk in the past going so far as to Meliisa crying out "Yes, John!" during her orgasm. But my name isn't John and that was electric.

At the end of their last dance, Melissa mockingly fanned herself as if to acknowledge the sexual tension between them. They made their way back to our table. He had his arm casually around Melissa waist. My cock began to stir in my pants.

 

[lovingfingers]

"Your wife is a marvelous dancer," I complimented you as Melissa and I took a seat, "Thank you for allowing me the dance."

What I really wanted to say was, "Your wife is hot and I want to fuck her," but there was no sense in jeopardizing my job over a fantasy.

We ordered drinks and chatted. I congratulated them on their anniversary, and did the math in my head. Mellissa was probably 14-15 years old than I was, but a total MILF! I looked her over discreetly, repeatedly, glad no one could see the bulge in my pants beneath the table.

At one point, you asked about the bathroom. We both rose and I pointed it out to you. As I sat down, I noticed your wife's eyes were following my bulge. Things were getting hot...

 

[screwher]

On my way to the bathroom it seemed like I had a million things going on in my head but really it was just one. My wife seems to be quite smitten with her young dance partner. I relieved myself then stopped outside the hallway in front of the bathroom doors. I started pacing, thinking. The fact that she noticed the big bulge in his pants didn't escape my attention either. We have fantasized about this very scenario many times. But that was just pillow. Or was it? Could we actually go through with it? After all, this was our anniversary. My beautiful bride got all dolled up tonight to celebrate our love and life together. And she looked so sexy, even after all these years. All that effort seems to have been to entice another man. And I have to admit I was loving it.

Yes. I want this anniversary to culminate with another man in our bed with my wife.

Ultimately though the final decision lies with my wife. I decided to just see how this plays out. I returned to the main dance floor area. As i approached our seat I stopped dead in my tracks. On the floor right near our seats, Anton and my wife were back on the dance floor. A love ballad filled the air. Their bodies pressed right up to one another. The were having a deep, deep, soul kiss.

 

[lovingfingers]

David left for the men's room and our drinks had not arrived yet. A slow tango started to play, Sinatra, and I took Melissa's hand. Without asking, I led and she followed me on the dance floor. I slid my hand onto her back, and felt her shiver. We began to move, tentative first steps, and then a simple turn, followed by a dip. Soon we were moving well together, holding each other closer. At the end of turn, I gave her a quick kiss.

Melissa blushed, and then smiled. At the next opportunity, I returned for another, and felt her hand slide into my hair, holding me against her, her lips hungrily devouring mine. When we emerged, the song was ending and we started back for our table. I saw both that our drinks had arrived and the David was watching us.

For a second, I thought things were going to go south, but then I noticed he had an odd expression on his face. Did he like this?

 

[screwher]

When Melissa and Anton returned to our seats they had a "cat swallowed the canary" look on their faces. I should be pissed and ,admittedly, years ago I would have been. I guess Father Time has shown me just how much my wife loves me and how secure our relationship is. This young guy half our age offers her nothing except a fun evening and I seem to be enjoying it as well. They sat down and we continued to socialize. We talked, laughed, had a few more drinks. All though out Melissa found little ways to touch him. Innocently enough on his hands, arms, shoulders, chest. But those are the tell tale signs that a women is attracted to a man. Another ballad came on and they quickly returned to the dance floor. This time they wasted no time, sensing I approved. They immediately started kissing and his hands got bolder and bolder. They found their mark - her beautiful ass. This happened a few more time. Another ballad, another dance floor make out session.

I knew exactly where this was going and now I was kind of in a hurry for it to start happening.

"Well, Sweetheart." I directed toward Melissa, " I think it's just about that time. I'd love for Anton to join us back home for a couple more".

"Thanks. I'd love to", Anton quickly responded. The smile on Melissa's face told me all I needed to know. We made our way outside and quickly hailed a cab. Generally conventional wisdom dictates that the husband and wife would ride together in the back of the cab while the third party sat up front with the driver. But nobody knew us here so I did something unconventional. "Hey Anton. It's okay. I can ride in the front." Melissa had already gotten in to the back seat, Anton and I quickly switched around outside and he slid into the back beside my wife. The first half of the ride home was rather uneventful. But things did start to heat up. My wife and her new friend started making out like teenagers on prom night. Soon his hands found her breasts and then the inside of her skirt. For the first time that evening, Anton was touching my wife's pussy. I don't know if he was rubbing her through her panties he he's slipped a finger into her special treasure. It didn't matter. I had never been so aroused before. All to soon but not soon enough the cab pulled up to our place.

 

[lovingfingers]

I was no stranger to sex, or spontaneous romps, or married women wanting a fling, but this was something else. This guy was not just turning a blind eye to his wife's activities. He was actively pushing me into her arms. And just as clearly, she was not doing this just for her hubby, not with the kind of heat she was putting out.

We had not been in the back seat of the taxi for too long before Mellissa's hand slid up my leg to rub the bulge in my pants. Even in the dim and varying street light through the window, I could see how aroused she was becoming. Her nipples were tenting her blouse and her eyes were glazed. She moved towards me and our lips met hungrily. My hands met no resistance as they slid up beneath her blouse to tease her nipples directly. She whimpered into my mouth, reaching for my hand, pulling it down between her legs. I slid it up her leg, to find her panties wet and slippery. I contended myself, teasing her though the fabric. She shuddered and gasped into my mouth, as we arrived at their house.

We pulled apart and composed ourselves, as David paid the driver. I am sure he had been watching through the rear view mirror and was wondering what the hell was going on.

We walked into their home, Mellissa holding my hand against her ass. As David closed the door, I wondered just how this was going to go down. I thought of the few things I had ever heard about such things and took a guess, "I want to fuck Mellissa in your bed, while David watches."

 

[screwher]

I appreciated Anton's straight forwardness. The whole cab ride home I was going over in my head exactly how we were going to approach this. Turns out being blunt works the best.

"Yes. That's exactly what I want as well." I answered, then motioned for Anton and Melissa to sit on the couch together. What I was really saying was 'get more comfortable together'. They sat in the middle of the couch. I sat across from them on the love seat. They wasted no time. There were no need for any preliminaries. Just a bit more foreplay, removal of clothes, then this young stud is going to screw my wife.

They began making out again as they did on the dance floor, in the cab. Again Anton's hand made it's way into Melissa's blouse. I can see that he groped and pawed her breast through her bra. He broke their kiss and moved down to her neck. With that he pulled up her skirt leaving her midsection in full view. Her legs far enough apart he slid his hand into to her panties. Melissa let out an urgent moan as his digits re discovered her pussy. I could see by the motion in her underwear Anton was now fingering her. Not a single stitch of clothes removed and I've got a raging hard on.

 

[lovingfingers]

You have to be a bit of an exhibitionist to be a dancer, but this certainly was stretching my experience. I could feel David's eyes on us as Melissa and I took up where we left off. After a bit of mild wrestling and groping, I had one arm around her, curled up under her blouse, teasing a nipple through her thin bra. My other hand was inserted into her panties, my fingers exploring the drenched folds of her pussy. Melissa's eyes were wide as I began to circle her clit, her mouth slack, moaning and trembling.

I looked her in the eyes, telling her, almost ordering her, "You are going to cum for me."

She nodded shakily, as my fingers began moving faster. Her eyes rolled back a little as he arms raised, and lowered onto the back of the couch, giving herself to me. I pinched her nipple more aggressively as my fingers flicked and circled her clit. Melissa let out a series of moans, each getting louder and longer, until her hips rose off the couch and she screamed out.

My hands rode her, coaxing every drop of pleasure from her, until she collapsed on the couch again, breathing hard.

I look over at David, who is nearly drooling with excitement, "I think she is over dressed, don't you?"

And I begin to undress his wife...

 

[screwher]

This is definitely a surreal moment. I sat dumbfounded on our love seat as Anton removed Melissa's blouse. Her smaller but pert tits still encased in that sexy black bra we went out and bought specifically for tonight. It was suppose to be for me to enjoy tonight and on some level, a different level, I most certainly am. It's just arousing another man right now. And I'm loving it.

They continued kissing some more and Anton found the bra snaps in the back. With one motion her bra fell loose, the right strap sliding down. Hmmm, he's definitely done this before. He pulled her bra off exposing her fantastic nipples now pointing straight at him. An obvious sign of her arousal.

"God you got amazing tits, Baby" he complimented. "I love sucking on nice tits". The he brought his mouth down over one of her nipples. Seconds later Melissa's head snapped back with pleasure and she let out a soft moan. He then pulled her skirt down. They pooled on the floor around Melissa's feet. Anton broke away from her body and started to strip himself. When his underwear came off an amazing what must be nine inch and fairly thick cock jutted out proudly before her. "I want you to suck my cock now", he demanded. I know that Melissa doesn't always like being spoken to like this but in the heat of the moment she found herself complying. She fell to her knees before him and took as much of that monster cock into her mouth as she could.

 

[lovingfingers]

I was feeling quite heady. Melissa had dropped to her knees like an obedient dog and started bobbing on my cock she looked barely in control of herself, breathing quickly, drooling around me cock, her nipples long and hard. I reached a hand down and grabbed her hair. Instead of doing what she perhaps expected, I pulled her head off of my cock, teasing her, "do you want it? Do you want that cock?"

She shuddered, "yess," as I tapped the head against her lips, "give it to meee!"

She opened her mouth wide and I pushed the head bck between her lips. Melissa groaned loudly as I took her head and pushed my length further down her throat. Her eyes went wild and her body shhok. I held her head for a moment, then pulled her off again. She gasped loudly as I stroked it in front of her face, ""deeper, take it all my pretty little cocksucker."

 

[screwher]

Melissa sucked Anton's big cock. Slurping sounds filled the room as her saliva coated his sex. Small moans of pleasure came from him as her talented mouth. His head fell back and he stared at the ceiling without really seeing anything. "Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum soon. Your such a great little cocksucker" His words seemed to encourage my wife. She started sucking harder, faster. Soon little sounds of passion like "Mmmmm" and "Hmmmm" emanated from her full mouth.

Only a moment later Anton cried out "Oh yes, you little bitch, I'm cumming!" His body tensed up as the pleasure of his orgasm hit. He was starting to cum. In her mouth. Amazingly enough her mouth stayed there as he unloaded. She had never allowed me to cum in her mouth. For a split second I was pissed but I was more aroused by the idea. Then another first. I was expecting her to spit his semen out her mouth. But then I saw the contraction of her throat as she swallowed.

Anton came back to reality as Melissa got her feet. "Baby. That was fan 'fuckin' fastic" he complimented her. "Give me a couple minutes here. Then you and I are really going to get down". He took Melissa into his arms and went for the waistband of her panties. I don't know why but I blurted out "No wait. Let me. I want to pull my wife's off panties for you."

For some reason the idea of removing her panties for another man seemed so erotic. It was like I was unveiling her most private regions for his pleasure. I was presenting her pussy and ass to him as if to say "Here. My wife is yours tonight. Do with her as you will."

Anton smiled. "Alright. Sounds good." And he stepped back. I got up quickly. i couldn't wait to show Anton my wife completely naked. I came up behind her. Hooked a thumb into the waist band on each side of Melissa's hips and pulled down. Her panties fell to the floor around her ankles. Anton stepped back and looked at Melissa's bare pussy. She shaved it bare earlier today for our anniversary. She knows I love it when she does that. But now it was being gazed upon by another man. And soon it's his cock that's going to be in it. "Wow! Very nice." he continued. "OK now where's the bedroom?" Anton both asked and demanded. He took Melissa by the hand and they headed for the stairs.

 

[lovingfingers]

There was a surreal feel to all of this. I was not ordinarily so... bossy, but it really did seem like both of them really enjoyed it. Melissa had obediently throated me, and swallowed. As we walked up the stairs, I released her hand and cupped one of the cheeks of her ass, and squeezed. When she reached the top of the stair, I spun her around. I was a step down, so now we were closer to face to face. "I am going to fill all your holes with cum tonight," I told her.

Her reply was to hungrily kiss me. I circled my arms around her and stepped up, lifting her off the floor. I looked around and saw a bed through an open door. I walked in and glanced around. Deciding it was the master bedroom, I carried her to the bed. I lay her down on her back, and was tempted to mount her right then and there.

Instead, I saw where David had sat down, after stripping his clothes off. His balls were turning a shade of purple at this point. No doubt he was loving this.

I picked up Melissa and set her on all fours, so that she was facing her husband. I got behind her, and brought to the tip of my cock to her wet hole, and god was she wet! I reached up with my free hand and grabbed her hair. I pulled her head up, and said to David, "I want you to watch her expression as I fuck her, as I cum inside her."

 

[screwher]

I sat at my computer desk chair. From there i could see directly into my darling bride's beautiful face as another cock penetrated what was once my exclusive territory. She let out a soft groan as Anton maxed himself balls deep into my wife's wanting pussy. I looked directly into her eyes: her eyes sort of glazed over and her mouth opened into the O shape a women mouth makes when she's being properly pleasured. Soon i could hear the bedsprings getting a work out. That meant Anton's thrusting into my wife was increasing. She let out a small groan again. That was too much for me then. I started to stroke my own cock. The pre cum that welled up on the tip provided great lube.

Between moans and pants Melissa let slip out "Omygod. So big...so good. Yes, fuck me"

"Oh yeah" Anton responded. "That's the biggest cock you've ever had in this sweet pussy of yours, right" I don't know if he was asking a question or making a statement. It didn't matter. Besides that it was true. His cock is much bigger than mine. I can handle that. My male ego isn't that fragile. Just as long as Melissa is able to "handle" it. Soon his thrusts were really making Melissa react. She leaned forward and buried her head in the pillows as if trying to muffle her cries of pleasure. Anton didn't miss a beat. He kept right on pounding her.

 

[lovingfingers]

I was throughly enjoying this fuck. Melissa had such a tight little body, and a muscular cunt to match. I loved watching my cock disappear into her again and again. It was hard not to forget David was there, but seeing him stroking himself, I knew he was good with this.

Melissa lowered her face to the bed, her hands clutching the covers, her groans muffled. I reached up and took both of her arms by the wrists and pulled her up. Her back arched, and she once again was facing her husband. I started fucking her harder, pulling her arms with each thrust to penetrate more deeply. I could feel my balls tightening and knew it was only a matter of time.

I saw David's face as her came back into view, and taunted her, "Oh no you don't. I want your husband to see you enjoy this. You love it, don't you?"

Her body shook with each thrust, and I was sure her tits were shaking wildly. I felt her cunt tighten around my cock for the third time, "You want my cum, don't you Melissa? You want it deep inside you!"

 

[lovingfingers]

I pulled her arms a little harder, making sure her back was arched like a bow. From this angle, I wondered if he could see her belly bulge when I thrust deep. It the slight change in angle must have been hitting all the right spots for Melissa. Her cunt clamped tight on my cock and she started to scream, "YES! Oh My God, YES! Cum in me! Please cum in me! God, please!!!"

She didn't have to ask, as my cock exploded, pulse after pulse of my fertile seed fountaining inside her.

 

[screwher]

I couldn't believe what i just saw. Right here on my marital bed another man, a much younger man with a much larger cock than mine, just fucked my wife's brains out. She had a huge orgasm and he ended with cumming deep inside her. I don't know if that was the wisest thing to do but I think all three of us were caught up in this spectacular moment to give logical and reasonings any real attention.

He pulled his huge cock out of her. A flood of his seman dripped out of her pussy soaking the bedsheet. They lay beside each other catching their breath. I had a feeling this evening was over, so I stopped stroking myself. The awkward silence was soon broken. "Wow, Baby! That was fantastic. Don't worry though. I ain't finished with you yet."

Melissa simply smiled and answered "Yes, please."

After a few minutes, my wife started kissing down Anton's muscular body. Down his chest, past his well toned abs. She stopped at his cock. Even flaccid it was quite a sight. She started licking it. The same way she does my cock when we start getting amorous. First on top of the head then along the sides of his shaft. She was tasting both him and herself on his cock. Anton closed his eyes and softly, but sternly, murmured "Oh yeah, Baby. Suck my cock". With that Melissa wrapped her mouth around his hardening cock.

 

[lovingfingers]

Melissa shifted on the bed, positioning herself to blow me more easily. She was on all fours, her cute ass facing her husband. I could see him turning red and stroking himself as he looked at her freshly fucked pussy. "Nice view David?" I asked, "Doesn't she have a beautiful cream pie?"

I could see my semen trickling down her leg. I had blown a huge wad inside her, and wondered if she was on birth control. Must be. She wouldn't have let me otherwise...

Mmmm, though, maybe she wasn't.... My cock swelled hard thinking about that. Melissa moaned happily as she continued to bob on my stiff price. She slid her mouth off my cock and brought her lips to my balls, licking my spilled semen from them.

I grinned, "Like that baby?"

"Mmm hmm," she purred, "and I want more."

She raised herself and crawled up my body. I felt her grab my cock and then lower her pussy onto its hardness. She grunted as she worked it into her body again. Moaning loudly when she had sheathed herself fully. She started to rock her hips, riding me slowly. I reached over and started to pinch her gorgeous hard nipples, murmuring, "That's perfect baby. Ride that cock. Milk me dry."

 

[screwher]

Melissa's face lit up as she hit rock bottom on Anton's cock. After a brief moan escaped her she started to really ride him. Anton encouraged her with short verbal burst like "Yeah, ride that cock, Baby" and "Oh you love getting fucked like this, don't cha!" Melissa was only able to respond with minor quips herself. Like "Oh Yeah...so good...oh yes...fuck".

She soon directed her attention over to me. "Oh my God, Honey, he's so big. He fills my pussy right up. So good. Gonna..cum..soon!" With that Melissa increased her speed and intensity. Women prefer to be on top like this. They can maintain control from this point and can easily manipulate everything for their maximum pleasure. Melissa started taking full advantage. As she humped on his rock hard cock she was only able to spout out one word "Fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck...Fuck!" Another intense orgasm flooded her body. She came down and collapsed in a heap upon him. "So fucking good>" She cooed softly into his ear.

"Now you're really gonna get it" Anton responded. With one swift motion he grabbed onto my wife and rolled her over onto her back with him now on top of her. His cock never left her pussy. Now in the missionary position he started thrusting into my wife.

 

[lovingfingers]

Anton hips rose and fell, slowly gaining in speed and strength. Melissa gasped repeatedly, "Oh god, oh god, ohhhh god...."

"Spread your legs wider," he breathed. Melissa complied, bending her knees, clasping them with her hands and pulling her legs wider. David's wife whimpered now with each deep thrust and started to cry as he began pounding her, "please.. oh.. please.. yes... batter... it.. down.. open .. me.. up... give... me.. that .. cum."

They were both looking wide eyed at each other as Anton came, holding his cock deep in her, bucking hard, as jets of semen bathed her womb.