“They want to have sex with us.”
“Is that how she put it?” Kate asked.
“Not that directly. She said they would like to have fun or something like that.”
“Derek said he would love to see you watching him as he slid all the way inside me.” Her tone was matter-of-fact. But her eyes told a different story.
“Really? Just like that?”
She nodded. “Said he’d been dying to be inside of me since he saw me at breakfast. He was grinding his erection into me as he said it.” She paused for a minute. “I probably shouldn’t say this, but I think I could have had an orgasm right there. Thinking about that. Feeling him.”
Mickey let a long minute pass before asking the obvious question. “Do you want to?’
Kate shook her head but said nothing. She sipped her drink thoughtfully before speaking.
“Honestly, I think I would like to. But I can’t. We can’t. That’s a step we can’t untake.”
Mickey nodded. He knew she was right. And he was glad that they agreed. He would have said yes if she had wanted to, but he knew that it would haunt him if they did.
They looked up to see Kate and Derek dancing with another couple. A tall guy with a petite Latin wife in a skirt so short they could see that she wore no panties. As Kate watched them, she noticed the tall Jamaican across the room, smiling at her again. He glanced down at Kate’s lap, and when she followed his gaze she realized that she had forgotten about her slit. Her pussy was nearly exposed to her, so she knew that he could see even more. She looked back up at him, and when they made eye contact again, she slowly opened her legs a bit wider.
“There are other ways to be naughty,” she said, never taking her eyes off of her admirer.
“So I see. I can’t believe she’s touching him like that.”
“I’m not talking about Liz”
Mickey turned to see his wife staring intently across the room. He turned to see a tall man who appeared to be a local, leaning on a wall and staring directly at his wife. He turned to see Kate, who was mostly hidden on the other side of the table, facing the man, watching him.
“So how are you being naughty?
“You remember the slit in this skirt?”
Mickey desperately wanted to stand up or lean around the table, but he knew that would ruin Kate’s show. He looked again toward the man. He was clearly staring at Kate’s lap.
“Are you OK here? I’ll be right back.”
Kate turned her head toward him. “You’re not going to say anything to him are you?”
“No. I just want a better view!” He smiled as he stood and walked behind their table, looking for the men’s room.
He found it, entered and exited too quickly, and continued his way around the club until he found a vantage point that allowed him to see both his wife and her admirer. She was right. Even from his limited view, he could tell that she was exposed to the man. There were others who noticed her, too. A tourist approached and spoke to her. She smiled and shook her head, gesturing toward the men’s room.
Taking that as his cue, he returned to the table.
“Let’s dance.” Kate stood as he approached. The look in her eye told him immediately that she wasn’t finished with the guy across the room.
As they worked their way through the crowd, slowly but intentionally in the direction of the Jamaican, Kate made sure that she faced him, allowing him to see her breasts swaying under the nearly sheer black fabric. Mickey could see that her nipples were erect, and he noticed a blush of red on her cheeks. His wife was aroused. And it was the attention of other men that had caused it.
Eventually, they found themselves at the far edge of the dance floor, some ten feet from the tall man. Kate never looked at him, but Mickey saw her slide her hand down her thigh, rubbing the bare skin revealed by the slit, before pulling it back up again, tugging at the fabric as she did. He thought she might give the man a quick flash, but she held it there for several seconds. Her pale white skin and smooth slit exposed to the man and anyone else that happened to look.
The music segued to a slower number, and Mickey was only too happy to hold his wife close. He squeezed her ass cheeks and pulled her into his erection. She pushed into him, and they essentially dry-humped their way through the song like horny teenagers just out of the view of the chaperones. All around them, others were doing the same; some with their partners, others with near-strangers who they had met within the last couple of hours.
“Oh, she’s having fun,” Kate whispered to Mickey. He looked up to see Liz, whose hand had disappeared into the waistband of the lucky man she was dancing with.
“Yes, she is!” Mickey chuckled.
“No,” Kate answered turning him around. “Over there.”
In a dark corner of the room, somewhat hidden by an unused bar and a couple of tables, an older woman was dancing between two Jamaican men. Their hands were everywhere, and the lady was simply leaning back onto one of them, letting them take full advantage of her full set of curves. The one behind her was squeezing her breasts through her blouse. It was unbuttoned all the way to her waist, allowing him full access. The other had his hand under her skirt, and from the look on her face, he knew exactly what he was doing.
By the time the song ended and Mickey looked again, the woman had disappeared, though the men were still standing in the same place. He noticed a few people had begun to gather in that area so he guided Kate in that direction. The woman was still there. She had simply moved to her knees between the men. Their erect dicks were exposed, allowing her to suck them both. She would stroke and suck one for a few seconds before moving to the other to repeat the process. Her breasts were now completely visible as her blouse had been untucked and pushed away. Her skirt was tugged up around her waist. Her tiny panties had obviously been pushed to the side by one of the men and had remained in that position.
Kate was both shocked and aroused by what she saw. Who was this woman? How had she gotten there? She was white, middle-aged, and looked like someone Kate might have seen at church or in the salon on any given day. Yet, here she was, essentially naked, her revealing clothes disheveled around her, performing a sexual act with two men, in front of a roomful of strangers. What must she be thinking? What kind of woman must she be? And the question that screamed at her the loudest: I wonder if I would have the nerve?
She did her best to take them as deeply as she could. They were both long and one was particularly thick. Long strands of saliva hung between the woman’s mouth and the black cocks as she eagerly moved from one to the other. Kate wondered what they tasted like.
Mickey slid behind his wife to hide his erection. He spotted a man standing apart from the crowd, off to the side, watching intently. His pants were restraining his obvious erection as he noticed every movement of the woman. In fact, she seemed to make sure that he had a good view of her oral skills. He must be the husband, Mickey thought.
Eventually, one of the men suggested that they find a better location in light of the growing crowd. As they moved to cover themselves the husband approached and within a few minutes, the four left the club.