by Lexi Archer
“C’mon,” I said. “It’ll be a fun little game.”
Erin arched an eyebrow. “Are you sure that’s a game you want to be playing with your wife?”
I knew she was asking about way more than just going out and rescuing Dylan from the girl who was still trying her best to treat him like a stripper pole, though even as strong as Dylan was I wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold up that girl if you know what I mean. At this point I knew that it was just my hard on doing the talking, but who cares? Like I said before, I felt secure in our relationship. I figured it might just be a little flirting on Erin’s part. Enough for that girl to get the picture and leave Dylan alone. I got to watch Erin flirt with another guy like I’d been fantasizing about, Erin got to have a little bit of fun with a guy she apparently thought was pretty hot, and Dylan got rescued.
It seemed like a winning proposition for everyone involved. It seemed pretty low risk. So why not?
I didn’t even stop to think about the dangers. About how the whole thing could end up blowing up in my face. No, like I said, I was thinking with the brain down below. There was barely enough blood pumping to the brain up top for anything other than basic body functions to be taken care of anyways. So I opened my mouth and said something that was probably a little stupid in retrospect.
“It’s just a little fun. What’s the harm?”
Erin moved around so she was right in front of me. I looked down and I was painfully aware that I was getting the same view bartender was getting just a moment ago. Painfully aware because my hard on was throbbing with a vengeance in my pants. It was uncomfortable the way it was pressing against my jeans which were suddenly pressed against that heat between her legs, but I wouldn’t stop that delicious agony for anything in the world. Her tits brushed against my chest, her nipples hard points that showed she was at least as turned on by this sudden idea as I was, and she leaned up on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against mine.
“Just making absolutely sure we’re on the same page here,” she said. And with that she wheeled around which gave me a brief moment of heaven as her tight ass brushed against my cock and then she was sashaying out across the dance floor.
2: Rescue
What the hell was I doing out here? I was walking across the dance floor towards Dylan which wasn’t all that out of the ordinary, we went out to this bar/club with him all the time and had been ever since everyone in our group had been old enough to drink even if we were the only three who were left in this city out of the old group.
Only there was something that felt very different about this time around. There was a tension in the air back at the bar with Alan that hadn’t been there before. I could kick myself for letting slip that I thought Dylan was hot.
I mean he was hot. Don’t get me wrong. The thing was that he wasn’t as hot as Alan. Sure he was almost as hot as Alan, but there was really no competition. And Alan was the guy who won anyways. He was the one who wooed me and walked me down the aisle, and that meant I was with him for life even if I did get little crushes on other guys from time to time. I figured it was innocent enough as long as I never acted on those crushes.
The million dollar question as I made my way through the press of bodies towards Dylan was pretty simple. Was this an example of me acting on a crush? I was pretty sure that there was one hell of an unspoken undercurrent to the conversation I just had with Alan back at the bar, but did I want to act on it? Was I just imagining things because I was looking for an excuse to get up close and personal with my husband’s former roommate and best friend?
For that matter, even if Alan did want me to get up close and personal with Dylan was that something I really wanted to act on? That seemed like a hell of a way to add a whole bunch of unneeded complications to our whole friendship dynamic.
Basically it felt like I was playing with fire by going out on this “rescue mission” in the middle of the club. Playing with a fire that had settled in the pit of my stomach and was very quickly making its way down to my pussy. Sure on the one hand I was just going out and providing some help to a friend in need, but what would I have to do to convince this girl that I was with Dylan? What did I want to do?
As I reached them I put those thoughts out of my mind. Now wasn’t the time to navel gaze and worry about all of that bullshit. Now was the time to put on a good performance and get this bitch away from our friend.
Dylan blinked and looked genuinely surprised when I appeared from out of the thinning crowd. The girl, for her part, didn’t seem to notice me at all. Of course it would be hard for her to notice much of anything in her surroundings what with the way her face was pointed to the ground with her hands on her ankles as her ass was thrust up in the air and bouncing in front of Dylan in a desperate attempt to grind against his cock even though he kept doing his best to dodge her in the crowd.
From the mixture of annoyance and terror on his face when I first appeared out of the crowd ti seemed that his best wasn’t good enough.
“Erin? What are you doing here?”
Surprise. Okay, I could work with that. It wasn’t the best reaction considering he was supposed to be reacting as though I was his girlfriend, or I guess his wife considering the ring on my finger, but I’d just have to make the best of it. The girl’s head popped up as soon as Dylan said my name. Her eyes narrowed when she saw me standing there.
Yeah, this bitch wasn’t happy to see me. Her eyes ran up and down my body with that jealous flair that was the unique domain of a slightly drunk girl who felt like another girl was moving in on territory she’d already staked a claim to. Her eyes fell on my ring and if anything her scowl deepened.
I winced. Yeah, I should’ve taken the wedding ring off before I came over here. Now I was going to have to really play at being his wife. Not that I minded. Not if Alan didn’t mind, at least.
So I fixed my face with my best “you’re moving in on my territory” look, which admittedly probably wasn’t as good as this girl’s since I was so out of practice. It had been a good long while since a girl had tried to put the moves on Alan where I was around to see it. Still, if I was going to rescue Dylan then I had to act like I was his girl. Or he was my guy. Whatever.
“Who the fuck are you?” she asked.
Oh yeah. This was a feisty one. I smiled. This was going to be fun. Like I said, it’d been a good long while since a girl tried to put the moves on Alan which meant it’d been a good long time since I’d had some good old fashioned drama or a verbal catfight. I was flexing muscles I hadn’t used in a long time and remembering how much fun this could be.
“Who the fuck am I? Who the fuck are you grinding up on my man like that?” I asked, though it was more of a shout to be heard over the music. Dylan looked flabbergasted for the space of a second, but then he seemed to pick up on what I was doing and got a terrified look on his face.
“This isn’t what it looks like honey!” he said, holding up his hands defensively.
“Isn’t what it looks like? You’re letting some random whore grind up on you?”
The girl was standing now, I was surprised that she was that lithe, and she’d crossed her arms under her breasts. She was looking between the two of us and for a wonder it seemed like she still wasn’t taking the hint that she wasn’t wanted. She actually looked skeptical! Talk about not being able to take a hint!
“I don’t believe you. Where’s his wedding ring?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” It was out of my mouth without thinking. Her eyes went wide at that but she still stood there looking between the two of us. So I figured I’d just make it clear since she was so terrible at picking up on the nuance of not being wanted.
“He isn’t interested in you,” I said. “Fuck off!”
“I think you need to fuck off and stop trying to steal my man! What would your husband think, wherever the fuck he is, if he knew you were trying to pick up guys in a club bitch?”
Damn. This bitch really was delusional. She thought I
was just out here at a club still wearing my wedding ring trying to pick up guys? What kind of world did that sort of thing even happen in? There was also the added irony that my husband was probably watching everything going down from his perch at the bar and, if the weird way he’d been acting at the bar a few minutes ago was any indication, he was probably enjoying the hell out of the show.
Not that I could tell this bitch about any of that. No, that would ruin the fun. I decided to get a little crazy and do something that would really piss her off while at the same time hopefully providing this girl with some incontrovertible proof that Dylan and I were actually an item. Which if course we weren’t, but again, she didn’t know that and she wasn’t going to know that.
I threw myself at Dylan. He grunted in surprised as I wrapped my arms around his neck, but he also seemed to go on some instinctive impulse that every guy has when he’s in a club and a hot girl throws herself at him. At least I liked to think I was a pretty hot girl. I knew I still got plenty of looks even though I was graduated from college and practically an old maid now.
His strong muscular arms wrapped around me and I sighed despite myself. That felt nice. Similar to how Alan’s strong muscular arms felt, but also different. He held me differently. His toned body felt toned in slightly different places. His hands moved down to cup my ass which got another gasp of surprise. That wasn’t something that Alan usually went for right away.
I looked up at him and we froze for a moment as his hands cupped my ass. It seemed as though time was frozen, the music and noise from the crowd disappeared, and it was just the two of us staring into one another’s eyes. Not in a romantic moment either, though it very well could’ve been romantic under other circumstances.
No, he had a definite “oh shit” expression on his face right now, and I could imagine what was running through his mind. His best friend’s wife just threw herself at him as part of a game. He reacted the way he usually did when a girl threw herself at him only that was the last way he probably should’ve reacted considering the whole best friend’s wife thing.
I could see all of that pass across his face in an instant. I could also feel something else. Something growing down between his legs. Something that was making it absolutely clear just how happy he was to see me. And damn if that thing didn’t feel huge.
So I did something else that was a little crazy. Something that probably wasn’t completely appropriate considering I was married, even though it seemed like there was a good chance Alan was going to be watching this with something big and hard pressing out from between his legs as well. Either way, I’d already gone this far so why not take it a little farther?
I started grinding against Dylan. It was subtle at first, but then he got the picture and the part of his brain that was controlled by lust rather than rationality seemed to take over. One of his hands cupping my ass and sending a fire from my ass cheek to my pussy moved down to my leg and then he was holding me up as I started grinding my pussy against that hardness.
And can I say damn? It felt so damn good! I was already on fire where his hands were running along my leg and pressing against my ass, but that was nothing compared to the feeling between my legs as I went into this very forbidden dance. I usually didn’t get this worked up just grinding against Alan on the dance floor, but that was probably in part because I knew that grinding on the dance floor with Alan would very quickly lead to heading back to the car or to our house where we could do some more interesting grinding with our clothes of.
This might be all I ever had with Dylan though. It might be the one opportunity for me to indulge my little crush. And so it seemed that precisely because this might be my only opportunity my body was going to take what it could get from this brief dance floor dalliance.
I realized I was close. Damn! I was going over the edge and my body was starting to shudder and goose bumps were rising all over my body and his cock was twitching in his jeans like he was on the edge as well as his breath came in ragged gasps and his hands tightened their grip while my pussy was soaking wet to the point that there was probably a fucking wet spot on the front and…
“What the fuck are you doing?”
I was pulled out of the moment by that bitch. Damn it. Damn her. I was so close! And yet I could feel that delicious feeling slipping away as I was pulled back into reality very much against my will. As the sounds of the crowd and the music pumping through that crowd came back with a vengeance. As I felt that girl actually trying to come between us.
“Enough bitch,” she said. “I had my eyes on him first. Now back off and go back to hubby!”
Damn it. That was it. That was well and truly it. Before I was pissed off, but now I wanted to scratch this bitch’s eyes out. I wanted to launch myself at her, but I didn’t. No, the last thing I wanted was to get thrown out of the club and maybe also give this crazy lady the satisfaction of bringing me up on assault charges or something.
Even though I was sure no jury of women, my true peers, would ever convict once they learned the particulars of my case there was a pretty good chance I’d wind up on a jury that included men, or even worse I wouldn’t even get a jury and would instead wind up in front of some crusty old male judge who’d never had to deal with crazy bitches while clubbing.
Better not to risk it at all. So I did the next best thing. Something that I really wanted to do in that moment anyways, if I’m being perfectly honest. I leaned up and pulled Dylan down.
It was funny. He had that panicked look on his face again. I saw his eyes dart off to the side where I knew Alan would be sitting watching the whole thing going down. He was no doubt thinking about what his buddy and my husband would think about this turn of events, but at the last moment he closed his eyes and went with it.
Which was a good thing, too, because I wasn’t taking no for an answer. I pressed my lips against his, I was definitely the aggressor here no matter how much fun it would be if he’d take some of the initiative, and explosions went off as our lips brushed together.
Once more it was as though the entire world disappeared. It was as though the thumping music and the press of bodies around us faded away until there was just me, Dylan, and that electric spot where our bodies made contact at our lips.
Of course as the kiss went on our bodies made contact at a hell of a lot of other places. I mashed my tits into his rock hard chest and it felt so damn good. My nipples were on fire where they brushed against his chest and it felt so damned naughty and so different from when I felt almost the exact same sensation cuddling up close to Alan.
And the way he kissed! Once again you’d think that a kiss was a kiss, but it had been so long since I’d kissed another man that every subtle difference between Dylan and my husband was magnified a hundredfold. The way his tongue hesitantly explored my mouth before he either gained some confidence or lust and having a hot girl pressing against him overtook any worries he might have that the hot girl pressing against him was his best friend’s wife.
From that moment he was like a man possessed though. His hands roamed up and down my body, paying particular attention to my ass which he squeezed sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body, with all of those waves congregating between my legs at my sopping wet pussy.
A sopping wet pussy that I was grinding against him again. I was so close earlier, I was so turned on now, and I wanted that satisfaction that had been denied to me by this bitch when she so rudely interrupted us as I was about to have one hell of an orgasm from dry humping my husband’s best friend’s cock, thank you very much.
Maybe it was the kiss, maybe it was that she finally took the fucking hint, but for whatever reason I wasn’t interrupted this time. No, this time those waves of pleasure crashed over my body over and over until I felt an explosion that was so fucking incredible. So fucking intense! My body shuddered and I held myself against him.
There was no way he could mistake what was going on either. My hands were raking down his back. I was moaning i
nto his mouth and even his tongue stopped moving as he just held me there. I had my eyes squeezed shut, but I didn’t need to look at him to feel the disbelief as I came against his cock.
Hell, I was having a hard time believing it too! Going from flirting with my husband and talking about rescuing his friend to grinding against his friend and having the single best orgasm that didn’t involve penetration of my life. It was one hell of a change of plans, and one hell of a change from what I usually got up to when we were out at the club.
And through it all Dylan held me there. He seemed to have an instinctive understanding that all I needed was for him to be there. To be the rock that my orgasmic wave crashed over, with particular attention on the rock hard cock between his legs. I could feel him breathing heavily and grunting, I could feel his cock twitching between his legs, but it didn’t feel like he was going over the edge with me. No, it felt more like he was holding back and I wondered why.
Then it was over and reality came crashing back down around me for the second time that evening. The music returned, the press of bodies around us was more obvious, the flashing lights, and finally the bitch who’d been rubbing up against Dylan.
I had a moment of profound satisfaction as I saw the shocked look on her face. Her eyes darted between us and her mouth worked but she didn’t say anything, so I decided to fill that void.
“Fuck off, bitch.”
I guess our lewd display was finally enough to break through whatever social idiocy she might have. She finally seemed to get the point and without another word she melted into the crowd, presumably to stalk some other guy who would hopefully be more welcoming of her attentions, though I wouldn’t hold my breath for that.
I looked back to Dylan with a grin on my face expecting us to have a good laugh about everything, but instead he was staring down at me with a shell shocked look, and with that look I felt a bit of guilt.
I glanced across the club to see if Alan was watching us. Wondering what his reaction to the show I’d just put on would be. Wondering if he’d even seen it through the crowd.
