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the middle of the table was a bottle of chilled vodka, some glasses, and some mixers.
"Babe?" Taylor asked, beaming.
"You love to dance!" Chad replied, obviously proud of themselves.
"But you hate it!" she retorted.
"You'll dance. I'll watch!" Chad said, winking.
Taylor couldn't help but smile in response, settling down into the couch as the girl poured her a drink.
The music wasn't anything she was familiar with, but the couch was positioned so they could see over the edge of the balcony. Young people danced below them. Taylor smiled at the men, constantly moving from girl to girl, trying their luck. The girls mostly danced in little groups, almost like a junior high dance, Taylor laughed to herself.
The waitress was extra attentive, constantly refilling her drink. Before long, Taylor found herself standing at the railing, swaying her body with the music.
"Why don't you go dance?" Chad prompted her.
"I don't know," Taylor replied, "I'd feel weird being all alone."
"I don't think you'll be alone for long," Chad said, grinning, and poking her in the arm.
Taylor felt like a bomb went off in her head. It was the look in his eyes. Did he...
No, she told herself.
Obviously not, she reasoned.
He wouldn't think, she consoled herself.
And yet, the look in his eye - the same one he had when he first started broadening their horizons - said otherwise.
"Baby," she said, leaning in to him and grabbing his arm, "do you...."
"You love to dance!" Chad replied.
"Yeah, but..."
Chad looked past her, down to the dance floor. "I'm sure there's someone you'd like dancing with," he prompted her.
Taylor turned back to the railing, her mind racing. It felt like a step too far. Did he really want to SEE her with someone else. Was this all REAL?
Scanning the dance floor, she saw the groups of women, dancing together. She saw the rather pathetic men - boys, really - moving from girl to girl, trying their best.
And then she spotted him. Standing along the edge of the dance floor, he seemed a little older than the others. Not old, per se, but maybe just more confident. He was tall, with wavy and expensive looking blonde hair. Dressed in a dark suit, his shirt was unbuttoned halfway down, in the way only movie stars can pull off.
She must have been staring, because she was startled when Chad's mouth was right next to her ear. "Go. Have fun. Dance."
Taylor turned to him, her face nervous. As she looked at her husband, the waitress took her drink, refiling it.
"Do you want to dance? I'd be happy to walk you down," the girl said, handing back the glass.
Taylor glanced at Chad. Had he put her up to it? He gave her an encouraging smile. A reassuring smile.
It's just a dance, she told herself, as she nodded at the girl.
A moment later, she was making her way down a back stair, trying not to fall in her heels. The girl ushered her to the edge of the dance floor, on the opposite side from the guy she'd been eyeballing. Taylor figured that was the better place to be, anyway.
Feeling awkward, she made her way out into the throng. The bass pumped in her chest, as she started to sway her body to the music. Sipping her drink, she felt like a kid again, enjoying a night out with her friends. The music moved within her.
Now and again, some of the younger girls would dance with her. "Yeah momma!" one of them cried out. "I want to be like her when I get older!" another complimented.
Taylor felt alive, confident, like she belonged. She was so glad they came, as she looked up at Chad. He had a bottle of beer in his hand, leaning on the railing, watching her. She felt encouraged, knowing her husband was enjoying watching her have a good time. She kept dancing.
Facing the balcony, she swayed with the music, knowing Chad could see right down, at her cleavage. She hoped he liked the view.
Then she felt something. Not a touch, but a presence. It loomed behind her, taller, almost imposing. Looking up at Chad again, his expression had changed. There was an intensity to it, that hadn't been there before.
Looking over he shoulder, she saw him. He was taller, from down here. She looked right into his chest, glistening and smooth. He looked down at her, his confidence overcoming her immediately need to recoil. She smiled up at him, tentatively.
Looking up at Chad, she him staring down at her.
Then she felt the man's hands on her hips, gently at first. She thought she should pull away, but his touch was just right; not so strong as to scare her, gentle enough to reassure, but firm enough to direct her with him. She found herself swaying to the music in time with him.
They danced for a bit. She kept looking up at Chad, waiting for him to call to her or something. He watched and watched, barely moving.
Taylor felt a little shame, a strange man's hands on her hips, but she also felt encouraged. There were all these sexy little women, in their tiny little dresses, with their tight little bodies, and the best looking man in the place had danced up to her.
He'd chosen her.
He wanted her.
She kept repeating the phrase to herself. It was almost overwhelming.
Turning, she faced him. He loomed over her, his blue eyes icily looking down at her. Keeping his hands on her hips, he held onto her as they danced to the beat, their bodies gently colliding down and then.
As the continued, he used her hips to spin her around again. This time, he pressed himself up against her from behind, wrapping his hands around the front of her hips. She wasn't sure she could get away if she wanted to, his hands were so strong and firm, but she was certain she didn't want to.
She felt him pressing against her bottom, grinding into it. His hands moved up, holding her by the ribs. She worried he might go higher.
She worried he might not.
His hands felt incredible, holding her, commanding her, directing her as the music guided their movements.
Then she felt him press harder into her, from behind. Then she felt it.
She almost gasped. It took her a moment to fully comprehend.
He was rock hard.
She could feel it, pressing against her, finding a home between her ass cheeks, only his clothes and hers separating them.
Taylor knew she should pull away, but he pulled her closer. She felt so uncomfortable, but overwhelmingly curious. How big was it? How thick was it? She tried to figure it out, as he rubbed it against her.
Looking up at Chad, she wondered if he knew.
The music changed, slowing down. He turned her around, her arms instinctively going around his shoulders. A slow beat played, as they danced, their bodies pressed together. Now she felt it pressed against her stomach, firm and hard. Looking up, she saw him staring down at her tits, as she put her head on his chest.
He felt so strong and safe, but also so commanding. It all felt like so much.
Before long, the song ended, the beat quickening. He leaned down, close to her ear.
"My friends and I have a table. Would you like to join us?"
Taylor looked up at him. She knew she should say no. She knew she had to say no.
She nodded yes.
The man took her by the hand, leading her through the crowd. Across the dance floor, he parted the sea of people, until they arrived at a table, right on the edge of the dance floor.
The table was shaped like a horseshoe, the open end pointed to the dance floor. They had a variety of bottles on the table, a few well-dressed men sitting around the table. He directed her onto the couch, filling the space between her and the exit.
He poured her a drink, putting his arm around her. She wondered if he'd noticed the rock on her finger. She wondered what Chad could see, as the man blocked her view of the balcony.
He slid her a drink. She knew she shouldn't drink it, so she sat, holding it nervously.
He put his hand on her leg, as he leaned into the table, talking to his friends.
His hand slid further up, now in the middle of her thigh.
"You're very sexy," he said.
His hand slid further up, now up agains the hem of her dress.
"We don't see many women like you, in here," he continued.
His hand slid under her dress, gripping her thigh.
"You can't be here alone," he said.
His hand moved a little further.
Taylor thought her head might explode. Another man - not her husband - was touching her leg. Was hitting on her. Was trying to seduce her.
His hand moved, until it was resting just against her panties.
She wondered if he could tell how wet she was. She wondered if Chad could tell.
"I...I have to..." Taylor almost shouted, turning and pushing the man out of the booth. He looked at her, confused, as she shoved her way past him.
She bounced off people, plowing through the dance floor. Up the stairs she went, her mind still racing. Arriving at the table, she took her husband by the hand. "We have to go," she said, practically dragging him out of the club.
A moment later, they were in the car.
"Baby, are you ok?" Chad asked, clearly worried.
Taylor nodded. "Just get us home."
Chad's car screamed down the interstate. She couldn't get her mind right, as they drove through the night. She felt such shame. She'd let things go too far, she told herself. But she couldn't ignore what she felt. She'd never felt it before. Her pussy ached to be touched. It was as if every ounce of her was begging her to have him turn the car around. To go back to the club. To have his hands on her leg again. To let him touch her.
Taylor almost shoved the babysitter out the door once they arrived, thanking her for coming.
Turning from the front door, Chad stood in the living room. She could tell he was confused. She was confused.
She walked up to him, almost shoving him back onto the couch. Without saying a word, she unfastened his belt, yanking his pants down. Silently, she climbed onto his lap, pulling her panties aside. Sliding onto him, she put her hands on his chest.
"Fuck me," she demanded, driving her hips into his. She bounced up and down on him, needing to feel him as deeply as she could.
Chad moaned, crying out. She'd never fucked him like this before. She didn't even know she could. She drove her hips into him, again and again, their bodies slapping together.
Pulling herself off to stand, she bent over the couch, pulling her dress up, holding on to her panties. "Fuck me from behind," she demanded.
Chad moved behind her. She could feel how turned on he was. He only thrust into her a few times before he moaned, emptying himself into her desperate pussy.
Turning back to him, using her panties to catch his seed as the leaked from her, Taylor grabbed her husband by the face and kissed him deeply. Passionately.
They made their way down to the bedroom, stripping off their clothes and climbing into bed. Chad fell asleep quickly. Taylor looked at him, enjoying seeing him in the kind of blissful sleep only a fully satisfied man is capable of.
Sliding out of bed, she moved into their walk-in closet. In a small box, behind some things, she pulled their favorite dildo from a box. She'd never used it alone, but lying down on the floor, in the dark, she put it in herself. There, alone, closing her eyes and thinking back to the club, she fucked herself with the toy. Slowly at first, as she replayed the entire night in her mind. As she made her way, mentally, back to that table, she pounded herself with the toy, her pussy squishing. She found herself dreaming of his hand on her pussy, his cock inside her.
Rolling to her side, she used a pile of clothes to muffle her cries, as her body clamped down on the toy. She shook, for what felt like forever, muffling her cries as best she could.
Coming down, she put the toy back in its box, and returned to the bedroom. Chad was sleeping quietly, completely unaware.
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