After the excitement of the trip to Atlanta and the shoe shopping, Jean and I had a very full and thrilling night of sex in the hotel room. . Late that night, we made plans for the following day and it was decided that we would go to a dance club the following evening since neither of us had ever been and see what it was like.
After the excitement of the trip to Atlanta and the shoe shopping, Jean and I had a very full and thrilling night of sex in the hotel room. As was originally the case, we kept the window open the entire time, and although we never knew for sure if anyone ever saw us, we enjoyed imagining that we had voyeurs during all of our activities. Late that night, we made plans for the following day and it was decided that we would go to a dance club the following evening since neither of us had ever been and see what it was like.
One thing that I have not mentioned about my wife is that before me, Jean had never been with another man. All through her teenage years and then while she was in college, she had devoted herself entirely to her studies, and since I met her fresh out of college, I was not only her first husband, I was her first boyfriend, and thus pretty much her first of everything relating to love and sex. Because of this, Jean has, at times, expressed the wish that she had enjoyed being single and experienced a few things before getting married. I mention this fact because as we planned to go to the club the following evening, I told her that this could be her chance to experience some of what she felt she had missed. Jean asked what I meant, and I told her that if she wanted to, when we went to the club, she could leave her wedding ring with me, and for a few hours, consider herself single. I would drop her off and then wait ten minutes or so before I entered, so that nobody would know that we were together. I would be there to make sure that she was safe, and also to make sure that nothing was forced on her if she tried to stop it, but otherwise, she could do anything she wanted with no judgement or interference.
Jean was silent for a moment while she thought about it, and then she smiled and kissed me very tenderly. She told me that I was the best husband ever. I wasn't exactly sure whether that was an acceptation of the offer or if Jean was saying that it was not needed, so I asked her. Does this mean you want to do it, or that you would rather go as a couple? Jean said that she wanted to try it and see what would happen. We talked about it along with everything else we had done so far until finally falling asleep in each others arms.
The following morning we got up, and went down to enjoy the free breakfast that came with our hotel room. Then we went up and changed into swimsuits that we had brought, and went down to enjoy the pool. To be honest, I was hoping to see some attractive women out there, but other than Jean, most everybody out there was older than me even, or were children. I did notice several of the other men there checking out Jean in her bikini though and I couldn't blame them. She looked very hot as it was rather skimpy with those bottoms where most of the ass is bare.
That afternoon we ate a light lunch and then headed back to the room to get ready to go to the club. We hadn't known when we left our house the day before what our plans would be, but we did know that we were planning to do something on the wilder side and Jean knew that I was hoping she would dress provocatively, so she had brought a dress that only came down to her upper thighs. As I mentioned in the account of the previous day, she had not brought any panties or bra. The dress she wore was not only short, but also tight enough that you could clearly see the indentations of her long nipples. Also when she passed between the window and myself, I noticed that, with the light behind her, it was thin enough that you could see the shape of her camel toe through the fabric. I wasn't really sure what was worn to clubs so I dressed in some slacks and a golf shirt.
Once I got dressed I turned and took another good look at Jean. She was so hot. I told her how sexy she looked and that I bet the guys at the club wouldn't be able to keep their eyes off of her. She smiled and walked up to me and gave me a big kiss on the lips. I put my arms around her and pulled her close for another longer kiss. As our tongues played, I reached down and pulled up her dress and grabbed her bare ass with both hands, and then lifted her up holding her close to me. Jean wrapped her legs around my waist and I reached under her enjoying the feel of her bare pussy. "I wish you went without panties all the time," I told her. She just laughed and said that if she did, I would never get anything done because I would be too distracted. I told her that wasn't true, but she just used the fact that we had planned to leave fifteen minutes earlier to prove that she was probably right.
Jean told me it was time to leave. She said that she hoped I wouldn't mind her saying it, but that she was ready to start being single for the night and we were wasting time. I just laughed and told her to go ahead and give me the wedding ring then. She did, and I put it into my pocket for safe keeping. Earlier, we had looked up night clubs and had picked out one that looked promising. Jean loves to dance, so she was really looking forward to her first time in a club. I'm not really into dancing. I'm the type of person that when I dance, videos are likely to be made and posted on social media for the comedic effect it would have on anyone watching it. Jean on the other hand looks good enough dancing that if she posted videos, guys would be checking out her profile to see if she had an Only Fans page that they could subscribe to. So where Jean was looking forward to dancing at the club, I was actually happy that I was just going to sit and watch her do her thing.
When we arrived, there were a lot of cars outside but nobody walking in at that moment, so I dropped Jean off fairly close to the door and then drove around to find a parking space while she walked on in. Once I got parked I waited for another five minutes or so and then walked in myself. As I entered I looked over and saw people dancing, but didn't see Jean anywhere. Then as I looked around, I saw her at the bar with what looked like a margarita in front of her and a man who looked like he was maybe five years younger than her sitting next to her, and talking and laughing with her. As I watched, I saw the man place his hand on Jeans soft thigh and give it a little squeeze. I looked around, and found a seat that was empty in a spot where I could easily see Jean where she was and also had a direct line of sight to the dance floor.
After a while, the man sitting next to Jean got up and gave her his hand, helping her out of her seat and they went to the dance floor. It was interesting watching them dance. First they danced facing each other, then Jean turned her back towards him as she continued dancing. I thought at first she might have lost interest but then he moved up very close behind her, still dancing. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her against himself. She looked over her shoulder and said something to him, then I saw Jean start to grind her ass against his pelvis. Jean lifted her arms up above her head as she continued to dance in this fashion, and the guy also reached up, and pulled her hands back towards his neck.
I was starting to get more than a little turned on watching all of this, but my dick went from half mast to fully erect when the man dancing with Jean did what he did next. With her hands back behind her head, Jeans dance partner ran his hands down her arms, and as they reached her front, reached forward fully cupping Jean's breast in his hands. I looked at Jean's face and she had her eyes closed and a smile on her face. You could see his hands rubbing at her breast and then his fingers kind of pinching at her nipples. He then ran one hand down her front, resting it on her stomach while his left hand continued to fondle her breast.
I looked around and noticed that I wasn't the only guy in the sitting area who was watching Jean and the young man dancing. One of them noticed me looking around, and commented that he hadn't ever seen that woman here before, but she is hot. He also commented that it looked like the guy with her was about to get lucky tonight. I told him it did look like it. About that time I looked back towards Jean and her partner just in time to see his right hand run up Jean's thigh and lift her dress showing everyone her shaved pussy as he cupped it in his hand. Jean spread her legs a little wider as he rubbed her crotch with his right hand and played with her breast with his left. Then she suddenly straightened and turned towards him, put her arms around his neck, and French kissed him there on the dance floor while she ground her pelvis into his.
As the song ended, the two of them left the dance floor and went back towards the bathrooms. I gave them a minute and went back myself figuring that if she needed me, she would scream or something and I would bust in to whatever bathroom they had went to. As I went back though, I caught sight of a silhouette in a dark corner and realized that it was Jean backed up to a wall with the man kneeling before her. One of her legs were draped over his shoulder and her dress was pushed up around her waist providing a clear view of his mouth fixed solidly to the lips of her pussy. You could see the muscles working in his face from the action of his tongue inside her channel, and Jean's head was thrown back with her eyes closed as she grasped his head in her hands and pulled him even tighter to the junction of her spread legs.
I watched for a few minutes from a dark area that I hoped would make me invisible as long as I didn't move. It was the sexiest thing I had ever witnessed. I knew that one of my friends had done all this three weeks earlier and even more, but I didn't get to watch it that time. This had me so hard and turned on, that the slightest movement of my dick even rubbing the inside of my underwear was likely to make me explode. About this time, I heard my wife moan very loudly and she started to shake. The young man reached up and grabbed her ass, as he held her up a few more seconds while he finished eating her out.
The man stood up and undid his belt. Jean looked down and grinned and then reached forward helping him unzip his pants before she reached into them and fished out his cock. I stood very still and watched as my wife squatted down and first licked the length of his dick. The man in front of her kind of let out a sound like a sigh, and Jean took the head of his cock into her mouth. It looked like she was just holding it there while she played with the head using her tongue. Then Jean slowly pushed her head forward until his entire dick was in her mouth. She looked up at his face, and started slowly pumping her head back and forth on his shaft, gradually increasing the tempo as she continued. Her dance partner was starting to moan himself and reached down putting his hand on the back of her head. She kept sucking at him and pumping on him until all the sudden I saw him close his eyes and Jean paused with his dick half way into her mouth as his cock started making a little jumping motion. I realized pretty quickly that he had just dumped his load into her mouth.
I decided it was time for me to go back out to my seat before they discovered me. As I went out, the guy I had talked to a little bit earlier kind of grinned and asked if I had gotten a show. I smiled and told him that I had. He laughed and said that when I had gotten up he had wanted to follow me, but figured with two of us being there, we would have surely been seen. He was kind of jealous that he had not gotten up first. He asked what they had done, and I told him.
About that time, Jean and the young man came back out and went to the bar. He ordered them both a drink and they sat there and talked for a while. I saw Jean pick up her phone and next thing I knew my phone chirped notifying me that I had a text. Jean had sent me a message that she was ready to leave, so I got up and prepared to go get the car. When I did, the guy who I had been talking to, who had noticed my wife typing on her phone and then my phone receiving a message, asked me if I was there with the Asian chick. I confessed that I was. He asked if I was her boyfriend of something. I told him that actually, I was her husband. He grinned and said that I was a lucky man. He then expressed the thought that I was probably going to have a wild time when I got home tonight. I just smiled and told him that I better go, and that I hoped he would have a good night.
I walked out to our car figuring on driving over closer to the club to pick Jean up as she came out, but as I neared the car, I could hear the sound of running feet coming up behind me. I confess that my first thought was that I was about to be robbed or attacked. I spun around ready to defend myself only to see my gorgeous wife running up to me. I smiled at her and got a "well hello" out of my mouth before she launched herself into my arms and locked her lips against mine. We have one of those cars that sense your key fob and to unlock the door you simply pull the door handle. Jean reached behind me and pulled the handle unlocking the door and opening it. Then she pushed me into the back seat and reached in, yanking at my belt and then the top of my pants. I lifted up my butt from the seat and helped her get the pants down. She then climbed in, grabbed my cock, which at this point was rock hard, moved herself over it and practically slammed herself down onto it.
Evidentially she needed a release as much as I did. She was wild, bouncing up and down on my dick. I was trying my best to match her rhythm and was lunging upward into her just as hard as she was coming down on me. It didn't take long before I was having to really fight the need to get off. She kept bouncing on me until at last she sank down with me as far into her as I could go and moaned loudly as I felt her vagina clench and spasm around my shaft. At this point, I could not hold off any longer and I filled her tunnel with my seed. We laid there for about five minutes. Me on my back and her on top of me. I slowly softened but remained inside of her as we caught our breath. One couple who had parked next to us walked out and got into their car without looking over and seeing us. We kissed one last time and Jean said that we better get dressed before someone calls the cops on us.
Once we dressed, we went to a fast-food restaurant that was open late, got something to eat and then went back to the hotel. As I drove, my wife asked me if I had enjoyed the show at the club. I asked if she meant me watching the guy groping her on the dance floor? She said yes, but she was particularly meaning the show outside the bathrooms where the guy ate her pussy and she returned the favor. I told her that I hadn't realized that she saw me. She smiled real big and said that she had seen me as soon as I came back. As a matter of fact, it made it so much hotter knowing that I was watching her pussy being eaten by another man. She said that she especially enjoyed knowing that I was watching as she sucked on another dick and let him get off in her mouth. Then she asked me again if I enjoyed the show. I told her that I had. I told her that I hadn't expected to see anything at first and had just wanted to be available in case she needed me, but that it had surprised me a little how much it turned me on watching her.
Jean told me that she knew already how it effected me. I asked her how. She reached over and grasped my penis through my pants and told me that it was obvious by the sudden bulge in my pants when she asked how I liked the show. She then hugged my arm and told me that I was the best husband ever. I told her that I already knew that, and she whopped me in the arm as she laughed. When we got back to the hotel we took a shower together and went to bed where we cuddled and made love before drifting off to sleep.
Early the next morning we got up, Jean put on her wedding ring, and we headed home. We arrived at the house just in time to carry in our luggage along with Jean's four pair of new shoes, change clothes, and head to church, where we met my parents and reclaimed our son. The next day it was back to work for me while Jean got up, put her modest clothing on, and managed the house. We were once again the traditional couple that everyone knew, but when night fell and our son had gone to sleep, we talked about our weekend away and fucked each others brains out while she told me how much fun it was being single.