Naughty Sexy Faithful wife gets SEDUCED at a dance

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Last July, Rob was, as usual, heading off to Harrogate for the annual trade fair. Unfortunately I couldn’t go, due to work commitments, and anyway, I wouldn’t want to be stuck there all week. I wanted to do something though, and it seemed logical to do something that I wouldn’t do when he is with me, however, I just couldn’t think of anything.

On Thursday my friend Sue came to the rescue.

“Hi Sally, isn’t your Rob off to his show at the weekend?”

“I’m afraid so, yes.”

“No need to be afraid, it’s an opportunity. We can do something a bit different.”

“Do you have something in mind?”

“I do indeed,” she confided, “there is a dance at the rugby club.”

“And you think we should go?”

“Of course, it’ll be fun!”

“I don’t want to be unfaithful to my husband, I’m not single like you.”

“You don’t have to get fucked, just dance a bit, have a few drinks, maybe flirt a bit, then go home leaving the guys frustrated. What do you think?”

“OK, I’ll do it! What on earth am I going to wear?”

“I’ll come round early and we can go through your wardrobe. Better still, why don’t we go shopping Saturday afternoon?”

So it was decided, Sue would come round after lunch Saturday, just after Rob had set off for Harrogate, and we would go shopping for an outfit for me.

The shopping turned out to be a subtle and low key battle between Sue and me. She wanted me to dress like a tart, and I wanted to dress like an old maid. You would think that we could have found a compromise, but Sue wasn’t interested in compromise, and totally refused to allow me to go to the dance with her unless I dressed the way she wanted. That’s the reason that I ended up buying a ridiculously short, tight, thin dress plus a lacy black thong and push up bra set, and high heels. For those of you paying close attention to my stories, I can confirm that it’s the same dress that made a re-appearance in my story, Beer and Curry. This was the first time it got me into trouble, so I should probably give up wearing it, rather than wearing it more often, which sounds like much more fun.

We opened a bottle of nice champagne while we got ready, and by the time we were ready to leave for the dance the bottle was empty, and, since Sue was driving, I had drunk most of it.

“This all seems a bit dull,” I commented as we walked into the clubhouse, “it’s all old people and couples.”

“Don’t worry sweet Sally, it’ll get much busier after nine,” Sue reassured me.

Sure enough, at ten past nine, about twenty young, fit, sexy, and desirable men flooded in, and headed straight for the bar.

“Who are all these guys Sue?”

“I think I’ll have to call you Silly Sally in future. They’re the rugby team, stupid, they’re the reason we are here, and we’re the reason they are here.”

“But I told you, I don’t want to be unfaithful to my husband.”

“So don’t let them fuck you, but you can still have some fun, can’t you? Dance with them, flirt a bit, then leave them frustrated!”

“Oh, ok, I suppose so.”

“Come on then,” Sue urged, “let’s get dancing.”

We only got to dance together for about five minutes before two gorgeous rugby players cut in. I immediately lost all interest in Sue. This hunk of a man was good looking, charming, beautifully well spoken, and so sexy I started to ache between my legs from desire for him. He danced well, and I just kept gazing into his seductive blue eyes, and drinking in his panty wetting smile.

I was completely hooked and my panties were getting seriously wet from my arousal. My nipples were standing out like bullets and had become so sensitive.

We danced for a while, then he steered me away to the bar, where he bought me a bottle of champagne, and a beer for himself. He found us a quiet spot, next to a high table where we could put our drinks, and I could rest my annoying handbag. I’d forgotten how much more convenient a husband is, when you’re out for the evening. I always fill Rob’s pockets with all my stuff.

Having put everything down, I turned back to my admirer, and was swept into his arms. He held me firmly, planting little kisses on my forehead, my cheeks, my neck, my nose, and then my lips. I looked into those blue, blue eyes and knew I couldn’t put up any resistance to this man. His lips pressed onto mine, and with his hand behind my head, to keep me locked onto him, I joined in with a passionate, hungry first kiss. His other hand found my bum, slipped up under the hem of my dress and inside my thong. The kiss went on and on, and I was getting wetter and wetter between my legs. His hand couldn’t quite reach my pussy but it did find my defenceless bottom, and pushed his finger into my secret place. Finally, we broke the kiss.

“Wow!” I exclaimed, “I don’t even know your name?”

“Andrew, and yours?”

“Sally.”

“Well Sally, you’re quite some kisser,” as though I had much to do with it, “let’s dance some more.”

So we danced, and kissed, and danced, and drank champagne. Well, I did anyway, and the evening flew by. I was completely surprised when the DJ announced that it was one in the morning and the dance was over. We headed over to our little table, me a little unsteadily,

“Andrew, my handbag, where is it?”

“Relax Sally, I saw your friend take it. She waved it in the air for me to see, so I assumed it was a pre-arranged plan.”

“But where is she?”

“She went off with some guy.”

“Your friend?”

“No, someone else from the club, is it a problem?”

“Well yes, somewhat, everything is in it, my keys, my phone, my credit cards, my cash. I can’t even pay for a taxi!”

“So, come back to my place and I’ll see if I can track him down for you. Anyway I’m sure Sue will call me later, she has my number.”

“Oh, has she?”

“Yes, look, you can’t stay here, they’re locking up, come back with me and I’ll see if I can get his number.”

What can I say, my resistance was low, I was fairly drunk, I had no other ideas, and I wanted him so much!

In no time we were at his rather pretty cottage, and once inside the door he just took charge, pulling me up the stairs, into his bedroom, undressing me, laying me on the bed, stripping himself naked, climbing onto the bed and guiding his rock hard monster of a cock, into my willing, wet, hungry, cave.

He fucked me hard and fast. He was athletic, well hung and skilful and it only took a few minutes for us both to be getting ready to explode. He fucked me faster and faster and I was screaming and bucking underneath him, as his fabulous rod rammed in and out of my voracious vagina. I started to cum first, but he was only seconds behind me, and we both really went for it. Andrew kept fucking me as he squirted into me, and my tremors rolled on and on, and then I felt a new orgasm building in me. I really wanted him to keep going.

“Don’t stop, I’m cumming again, keep fucking me.”

Amazingly, he managed to stay hard, even though he had just cum, and I was able to have a wonderful second orgasm, slightly shallower than the first, but so very satisfying.

“Wow, that was amazing!” I exclaimed, still panting, and still convulsing a little.

“Yeah, I enjoyed it too, you’re quite a fuck Sally. So, are you staying the night, or shall I run you home?”

“But I haven’t got any keys, how will I get into my house?”

“Ah, yes, that. I may have misled you a bit about your bag.”

“What are you saying?”

“Your friend did wave your bag in the air as she was leaving, and then she gave it to me and I put it in the boot of my car.”

I was incandescent with rage!

“You bastard! You lied to me! Now I feel really bad about cheating on my husband, and it’s your fault, you raped me!!”

“No, don’t start with that, it was just a little fun.”

“Take me home now, and never speak to me again!”

“Okay, okay!”

I didn’t speak another word on the journey home, I was fuming with anger. When I got inside I showered for about half an hour then lay on the bed crying for most of the night at how I had betrayed Rob. I knew I could never tell him, he would be devastated.

Some months later Rob started hinting that he was turned on by the idea of me having sex with another man, and Andrew kept popping up in my head. After all, it was really, really good sex. Perhaps I over reacted a bit?

I was starting to wonder whether I should go along with hubby’s fantasy, and let Andrew fuck me again. It was a tempting idea.

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