Groped on the dance floor, a short story by dave.looker. Date added: 2010-07-31. Times viewed: 23508.
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- Intro: Treat for voyeuristic husband
One of the girls in Sue's office was getting married, not someone she knew well, so we weren't going to the wedding, but we were invited to the reception. I agreed to go if she would dress sexy. She told me she would do better than that. Stockings and suspenders, of course, but without knickers. She covered those with a short black skirt, just long enough to hide the nylons. She also wore a loose fitting white silk blouse, almost see through, but not quite, without a bra. I was looking forward to this wedding.
We arrived at the reception suitably late, but were shown to a table next to the bridal party (recently vacated by elderly relatives) and given Champaign. Sue always gets frisky when she drinks Champaign. We finished the bottle, and I asked her to dance - time to test just how she was feeling. I slid my hand up inside her blouse and stroked her naked back. She smiled and kissed me. Suitably encouraged I slid my hand to the side of her breast, and stroked her nipple with my thumb. I felt her nipple grow hard. She kissed me again. I noticed a guy watching us. I twisted her round so that she would not see him watching as I slid my hand across her breast and squeezed the whole thing, pinching her nipple hard as I did so. I knew that he was aware of what I was doing, even though he couldn't see through the blouse.
The record ended and we went back to our table. I went to buy us a drink - the free Champaign had finished, so we were both on beer. Whilst I was at the bar, the guy that had been watching us asked Sue to dance. They were dancing together when I took our beer to the table. I watched his hand sliding up and down her spine, tentatively sliding a finger inside her blouse on each stroke, not sure if he dare risk it. The record had almost finished before he slid his hand inside and onto her bare back. The song ended. Her partner slid his hand back down to her waist. He was leading her back to our table when the next song began.
"I like this one", Sue told him. She was asking him to dance. His hand was inside her blouse by the end of the first verse. I could clearly see his thumb testing the side of her breast as he stroked her back. Sue wrapped one of her arms around his neck. This made it more easy for me to see his hand beneath her thin shirt slide around and grasp her left breast. All I could see was shapes and shadows, but I knew what he was doing. They were hardly moving on the dance floor, except for the movement of his hand visible beneath her blouse, just swaying from one foot to the other, in front of the bridal table. I think they must have noticed too.
The song ended and he brought Sue back to our table, introduced himself, then asked,
"Will you help me to finish this ?"
He produced an almost full bottle of Champaign. Sue helped. I stayed on the beer. We chatted, usual small talk; ´ are you friends of bride or groom ´ etc. Turns out he was an ex boyfriend of the bride. He was here alone. He thought he had been invited to embarrass him. He had come to prove he was happy to be rid of her. I finished my beer. Stewart offered to buy me another, saying he preferred to drink beer too, leaving Sue to finish the bottle of fiz. She finished it fairly quickly. We had barely started our pint when the best man approached us.
"I've been ordered to be sociable. Will you dance with me ?" He was asking Sue. She accepted. Almost immediately his hand was up inside her blouse, first holding her back, but very quickly sliding round to the front and grasping her breast. Stewart was watching and knew that I was too, and that I could see equally as well as him.
"Don't you mind ?" he asked.
"No. She's having fun. She always gets frisky when she drinks Champaign" I told him.
"I´´ll buy her some more", he joked in reply, but when he went to buy us another beer, he also bought another bottle. When he came back to the table, Sue was dancing with the groom. He also had his hand up inside her blouse and was squeezing her tit, but I could tell that Sue was not as happy with his approach as she had been with the previous dance partners. I also knew that she was capable of looking after herself, so I waited until the end of the song before going to rescue her. I was close enough to hear her say,
"Don't drink too much"
I watched her slide her hand down to his crotch and squeeze his dick.
"You might want to use that tonight".
She left him and walked back to our table with me. With a fresh bottle of Champaign and full pints for us guys, the chat inevitably became more sexy. I remember Stewart confessing that his favourite turn on was stockings and suspenders.
"Like this ?" Sue asked. She had hitched her skirt up on one side, just enough to show the strap holding up one of her stockings.
"Just like that", Stewart replied, stretching out his arm and stroking the naked flesh of her thigh with his fingers. "You're giving me a hard on" he told her.
Sue patted his lap, quickly realising that he was telling the truth. She grabbed hold of his dick and squeezed it hard
"Is that all it takes ?" she asked, laughing.
"No. Stockings is plural. Let me see the other one", Stewart replied.
Sue let go of his dick and slid her skirt up, revealing both of her suspenders. Stewart reached his hand across to stroke the other leg, the one furthest from him, this time stroking the naked flesh on the inside of her thigh. As his first two fingers stroked her naked skin, his little finger curled round beneath her skirt, investigating. I guess he found out that she was not wearing knickers. His little finger started to wriggle up and down, He was stroking the naked lips of her cunt.
Sue did nothing physically to stop him. She didn't even ask him to stop. Instead she said,
"I think we'd better order a taxi, before they get too busy. Do you have the number of a reliable taxi company ?"
"There's a courtesy phone in the lobby. Let me show you", he replied. He stopped stroking her cunt, took her hand and pulled her to her feet. He led her off towards the door.
It wasn't my intention to go looking for them, I thought I had better have a pee before we went home, but because of that, I found them. In the lobby I found a sign that read ´TAXI". fixed to a wall. Behind the wall was a small alcove, hidden from general view, which contained a wall phone and a single, wooden upright chair. Stewart was sitting on the chair. My wife was sitting on his knee, with the phone in her hand. His hand was between her legs and up her skirt. They didn't see me. I went into the toilet.
When I came out, they were still there. The phone was back on the hook, but Sue was still sitting on his knee; her skirt was pulled up well above her stockings and his hand was between her thighs, stroking her cunt. They could only be seen by people walking into, or out of the gents, but at least two people had left whilst I was having a pee and washing my hands. I wondered how much they had seen as I noticed Stewart also had one hand up inside Sue's blouse, squeezing her tit. As I got closer I realised that Sue was not just flashing her suspenders - I could see her cunt, and Stewart´s fingers playing with it.
Sue saw me. She stood up immediately, rushing towards me and wrapping her arms around my neck, and kissing me.
"Taxi will be about half an hour", she told me.
"Time for another drink ?" I asked. Stewart had now joined us. He nodded, smiled and held out a note
"Will you get them ? I would like a last dance with your wife, if you don't mind ?"
"Of course not", I answered. I took the note from his hand and followed them back into the function room. Stewart was holding Sue close. He had both hands on her arse as they danced, pulling her against him, rubbing his erection against her crotch. Sue placed both hands around his neck and rubbed herself against him. His hands were squeezing her buttocks. He was slowly hitching her skirt up. I could see her stocking tops. I managed to buy a beer quite quickly and take it to our table. Stewart had manoeuvred Sue into that area of the dance floor, in front of the bride's table.
Sue's skirt was much higher now. I could clearly see the white flesh above her stockings, and the top table had an even better view than me. Sue must have felt Stewart´s fingers making contact with the naked flesh of her arse, but she did nothing to stop him. His fingers continued to stroke her flesh, slowly revealing more, until the whole of her buttocks were on show. I know that the groom and best man were watching closely as Stewart used one hand to hold her skirt up, exposing her arse to them, whilst using the other hand to trace a line through her butt crack, pulling it open, displaying her for them.
I think the bride got a bit pissed off. There appeared to be an angry exchange of words and she left to ask someone else to dance. The best man and the groom stayed just where they were, watching the show. The record ended and Stewart and Sue returned to my table. Stewart thanked me for being so generous, even though I hadn't bought him a pint, or given him his change. Sue took another swig of Champaign. Just then the hotel p.a. announced -
"Taxi for Susan Looker"
"That's us", Sue shouted, flapping a little, then ducking under the table in search of her bag.
"Stop ! Don't move. Let me enjoy those suspenders one last time", Stewart called.
He had his hand on her neck, preventing her from straightening up, but Sue lowered herself even further, improving the show. Stewart´s other hand was stroking the cheeks of her arse. He quickly slid his hand down along her crack, sliding between her legs, causing her to spread them enough to allow him access. He was rubbing her cunt again. The best man and groom were watching. I moved round to watch as well. Stewart had pushed two fingers inside of Sue's very wet cunt. The best man and groom were both watching him finger fuck my wife. So was I, and I was enjoying the show.
"Taxi for Susan Looker", the p.a shouted again. Sue straightened up, pulled her skirt back down, kissed Stewart on the lips, grabbed my arm and dragged me out. On the way home I told her that the best man and groom had both been fascinated by her show. I also told her that I thought the bride was pretty pissed off.
"Good - I never did like her. She would have been better off with Stewart. His fingers are quite inquisitive though", she giggled.
"I noticed" I told her. "So did the best man"
"He was quite nice. He got there first", she told me. I'm still waiting to hear that story.
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