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We arrived around 10 pm--late, I know, but the free beginner lesson from 7:30--8:30 leaves the floor jammed with novices afterward. By ten, the crowd had thinned, and the band was scorching. My wife and I danced together, the heat between us building; I could already feel the promise of what awaited at home. We also danced a few songs with couple-friends, which always amps up the excitement.
Around 11 we paused for a drink. A few men asked Julie to dance, and she accepted. Watching her glide across the floor in her sexy black dress--so graceful--turned me on even more. One dancer in particular, Devon, a tall, athletic African American man, had remarkable skill. Before I knew it, he and Julie were still on the floor well past an hour, even through extra merengue numbers which we both disliked very much. I sipped cocktails, chatted with familiar faces, and observed them dancing.
When Julie returned, cheeks flushed, she leaned close and whispered, "I'm sorry." I asked why; she admitted, "He had a giant hard-on and rubbed it against me so hard I had an orgasm." I was stunned but managed a grin. "Want another one or two when we get home?" She smiled and whispered, "Yes. I do." "Well don't worry about what happens tonight just enjoy yourself. And you should let new buddy know how lucky he is to make you cum." I quipped.
Moments later Devon joined us and offered to buy drinks. I told the waitress to put his on my tab. Over shared laughter, I learned he'd just moved here from Texas after working in Central America, where he'd picked up his dance skills. When the next song began, he and Julie danced again. I was tired and wanted to go home but didn't interrupt them. Eventually Julie came to me to say she was giving Devon a ride home and they left the club--Julie volunteered to drive him home since it was freezing--and promised to return for me.
They were gone thirty minutes and I was uneasy. My texts went unanswered until I remembered my iPad was still in her van--I could track it. It showed the minivan parked just a few blocks away. I hurried over, texting her, but found no one beside the vehicle. As I considered calling the police, I saw a few people drift past a window in a house close to the van and moved closer. There she was--dancing in his living room.
Through the large picture window I could see them from the knees up, as clear as day, hearing a pulsing bass line. Devon's hands were on her hips, he was grinding; another man sat on the couch with a beer and joint. Then the second man stood and joined in from behind. He moved close behind her and started swaying to the beat Devon was still grinding her in front. I was gobsmacked. Devon lifted her blouse over her head, and she raised her arms to help him, leaning into him as he buried his face in her neck and grabbed her hair. The couch man reached around her hips and pulled her skirt down and she stepped out of it in an act of willing complicity, and soon she was wearing only bra and panties. The grinding continued and her head was moving side to side. She was loving this.
They paused, conferred, and she nodded with a big brite smile. The guys moved back sat on the couch and changed tracks, The music slowed. She began touching and doing an exotic dance for them touching herself all over, like an exotic dancer but with sincerity. She wanted to turn these guys on. She wanted to be there. Moments later, Devon got up and walked to her; he handed her a large white vibrator -like her magic wand at home. She pressed it against her abdomen, then slid it under her panties to her clit. She was writhing in ecstasy and she gracefully moved to sit on the floor facing them. There were words but I couldn't make them out. She spread her legs apart and leaned until the back of her head was touching the floor. She was pressing the wand against her clit and moving it in circular motions. In no time, her body convulsed deep in orgasm. Loud moans rang out. The guys appeared to be stroking their cocks but I couldn't see them. My own arousal was unbearable, but the cold forced me to crouch down and warm my hands in my pockets and give my cramping calves a break from standing on my tip toes.what was i missing? What the gell is happening, I thought to myself. Holy shit this was so fucking surreal.
By the time I looked back in, both guys were getting undressed and walked over to her.
Suddenly one of them shouted, "You are going to love this so much, you'll be a regular!" They stripped her naked and she knelt before them and alternated between sucking them. Devon even scrawled something across her forehead with what looked like black marker. She was going to town on his giant cock. Then the second man positioned himself behind her and entered her, her screams were an ecstatic blend of pain and pleasure. His cock was also big. He was laying long, slow, full, strokes in her and in minutes she was backshotting him harder and harder signaling him to pick up the pace. Jules was grunting at this point. On the verge of a messy, wet, climax. Devon reapproached for his turn in her pussy, just before the other guy pulled out and busted a nut -shooting long ropes of cum, for what seemed like minutes, across her back--before she crawled to Devon, sucking him briefly, then motioning for him to lie down, crawling on top and mounting his thick, coke-can-sized shaft which was looking like 9 or 10" long. She rode him like an animal, covered in sweat and cum, climaxing again. I could see cum dripping down around Devon's cock and knew he blew a load inside her. I reached into my pants and started jacking my rock-hard, hard-on with my cold hand. It didn't take long for me to explode in my underwear. It was the most intense orgasm of my life.
Before I could collect myself, the second man knelt once more, coated his cock with oil or lube, and pressed into her ass. The scene blurred together: her moans, their thrusts, her body shaking in pleasure. I was watching my wife of 20 years, take two giant, twenty-something, black cocks at the same time! Finally, the second man pulled out, and she spun around to deep-throat him as he finished in her mouth. She gagged, wiped her face, smiled at him--and then all three collapsed onto the couch. Julie, trembling and dazed, looked at her phone and quickly got up and began gathering her clothes strewn about the bachelor pad.
I bolted down the street and hailed an Uber in a panic. In my pocket, a text from Julie appeared: "I'm sorry, I had a couple drinks with Devon and we lost track of time. Where are you?" I didn't reply right away. I climbed into the back seat and exchanged some small talk with the uber driver. Then texted Jules that I was home worrying. She replied immediately she'd be home in twenty-five minutes.
I reached home first and jumped into a scalding shower to warm up. When she finally arrived, she crept through the bathroom door, a winter hat pulled down just above her eyes, cheeks red and eyes heavy. She peered in through the curtain, lips quivering, and whispered, "I did a real bad thing."
