Skirting the Boundaries
"Do you want the four of us to go some place more private?"
After turning 30 this year, I felt the spark begin to fade from my marriage. Our sex life just wasn't what it had been.
While browsing the mall, I saw a skirt that looked like it was made for me. After getting dressed to kill in a revealing outfit, I insisted that my husband Jake take me to the club like we used to when we were younger.
Some younger men took notice, but I only had eyes for my husband. That is, until married couple Bianca and Sam walked into our lives. Bianca and I got wild on the dance floor, and Sam couldn't keep his eyes off me...
Jake and I had never considered the possibility of getting involved with another couple. Would I let my jealousy stop the most fantastic night of sex we might ever have? Would I end up hurt when Jake revealed that an experience like this was one of his wildest fantasies?
The boundaries of what was allowed in this marriage had never been less clear, but for one night, we were going to skirt them...
An excerpt:
She leaned in, and her hands drifted down below my skirt. She grabbed my butt, and I went to put my hands on hers. I laughed as we swayed to the music like this, and when my hands finally found her butt, I immediately made a mental note to go to the gym more often. Her ass was tight and muscular, and my smile disappeared as I began to feel my own feelings of lust. These feelings were only magnified when she looped her fingers around the sides of my thong, pulling them off my hips and letting them slide down my legs. I stepped out of them, never breaking eye contact with her.
I thought about leaning in to kiss her, but she turned around. I grabbed her hips, grinding into her as if I was the guy in this relationship. She touched her hands to to the floor, looking back at me as I thrust against her. I was surprised at how much I was enjoying this, and what made it even better was the two pairs of sexy eyes watching our every move.
As she rose back to a standing position, I turned around as well, leaning against her. The two of us danced against each other, our breasts swaying to the beat of the music. I ran my hand from my hair to her hair, and she did the same. Each of us looked at our husbands, but we also looked at each other's husbands, knowing that we'd be enjoying both of their bodies tonight.
Bianca turned towards the wall, moving my shoulder so that I would do the same. She gave me a brief kiss, then bit her lip and smiled. Her hands moved to the wall, and she began to sway her butt to the beat of the music. I took the hint and put my hands against the wall too, matching her beat. I was positive that we were making quite a show, and the two of us giggled as we exchanged quick kisses with each other. Our kisses turned from fun and flirty to serious for a moment. Our tongues darted furiously in and out of each others' mouths, and I began to really feel the lust between us when I felt a strong hand run up my leg to my bottom. I couldn't tell if it was her husband's or my husband's hand, but I didn't care...
