She thought back to all the sexy teasing and comments made in jest, the exciting naughty thoughts and ideas expressed out loud to entice his imagination. Suggestions made, subtle references, blatant comments, bawdy hints; not expressions of desire, or wishes or fantasies, but teasing erotic thoughts, designed to entice and arouse. He got so excited when she did it, and his excitement aroused her.
These thoughts swept through her as Tyler pulsed the grip on her hand in time with the pulses of his hips against hers, pressing himself against her. She felt his hardness against her belly, the need in his hand, saw the desire in his eyes and the confidence and arousal in his smile. She saw his carelessly mussed hair, dark and wavy, his tanned face with the small curved scar on the left side of his chin and the small crinkles at the corner of his blue, blue eyes. She felt his shoulder, strong and firm and shifting under her hand, felt him sway and press against her as they moved to the music, his tall, strong body pressing against her slight and lithe figure. She smelled his scent, his man smell mixed with cologne, a faint odor of alcohol from his breath.
She looked over Tyler’s shoulder and saw Ty’s wife dancing with Kevin.
And she wondered if somehow she had set this in motion somehow, with those comments to Kev, the innuendos and teasings. She wondered if perhaps she had secretly wanted it and subconsciously pursued it or inspired it. Subconscious or not, the idea of it, the possibility of it, made her breath catch and her heart race. Between her legs she felt her pussy throb inside. And she wondered, pressing herself against Kevin’s hardness and squeezing his hand back, if she would stop it if it happened.
No, she convinced herself, it had not been a fantasy. She had not lain awake dreaming of this, had not masturbated alone, thinking of another man, had not imagined another as her husband entered her. The verbal games were arousing but they were games only, played as couples play, teasing each other. They were not things Kevin said to her either, not wishes he expressed but he played along, and they enjoyed it together, safe in the knowledge that they had each other, were for each other, perfect together.
And yet, here on the second-to-last night of their second honeymoon cruise, she swayed to the music in the arms of another man, pressing herself gently, feeling his aroused member pressing into her belly. And he was a handsome, warm and friendly; charming and easy to like. Easy to desire. Another time, another man or situation and she would have pulled away, politely excused herself; if someone had pressed against her as obviously and aggressively at Ty was doing now, there might have been harsh words, or even a slap. But she didn’t resist or discourage. She allowed. She returned. She felt comfortable and attracted to him in a way she had never before since marrying Kevin; had never allowed for the possibility. But here she was, feeling like the woman she pretended to be with Kev when she teased him. Dancing close with another man; a handsome, attractive and aroused man who was making his desire known to her.
And nearby Kevin danced with Tyler’s wife, a beautiful and desirable woman. She wondered then if her own husband’s cock was hard, and pressing into her, needy and obvious, and if Veronica returned the pulses and press as she herself was doing. What was Kev thinking? Were memories of the teasing comments running through his mind as well? Was Tyler’s wife reacting the way she was? And what would her husband think of the way she felt right now, of her reaction to this smooth and friendly handsome stranger? What would he think if she knew how this erotic dance was making her feel, that she was enjoying this opportunity to dance with another man, allowing herself to be aroused, to be stimulated. To be attracted. To want, and to feel desire for him, to enjoy the press into her midsection as they pressed close.
How would he react if he knew that she was wondering how this night would end, that she was starting to allow that it might lead somewhere Kevin and Linda had only been in teasing words and ideas before?
The song changed and they continued to dance, the beat somewhat slower, the dance more sensual, closer and more connected. Bodies brushed each other through light, casual clothes, so little separating them. Her arousal made her aware of each distracting contact. Would they dance all night? They couldn’t, she knew, but she didn’t want this moment to end; in her mind it concluded only one of two ways. Stop or Go. And she wasn’t sure, in her current aroused state, if she wanted it to end, and to never know what might have been. She was attracted to this man, to his face, his personality, his body. But she surely didn’t know if she wanted what might happen to happen.
Another song was ending. She felt a small panic ripple through her, fearful of the moment the music stopped and a decision might need to be made. Would the band take a break? Would they stop dancing? When they stopped and returned to their seats, what would happen? Would the band continue? Would they dance another song? To a relief, the band began another tune, and the dance continued, delaying a crossroads. To her distraction and delight, she felt his hand slip lower on her hip, resting on the top of her butt. Brushing fingertips explored lightly, and to her further surprise she didn’t pull away. She risked a glance at her husband, saw him shuffling in place with Tyler’s wife Veronica. Nika, he called her. Not dancing as much as pressed against each other, arms around each other almost like lovers, shuffling back and forth. Whispering. Kevin looked sexy and desirable in her arms, so romantic and alluring. Emboldened, she allowed her own hand to slip from Tyler’s and wrapped her arms comfortably around his waist, resting her head on his shoulder.
“That’s nice,” he said into her ear, his nose nuzzling her neck. “You dance wonderfully.”
“I really don’t think,” she replied with a teasing lilt, aware of his hard member pressing at her, “that it’s my dancing you like.” She had not said something so suggestive to a man other than Kevin since, well, Kevin. It stroked her libido.
His hips pressed into her and he delivered a soft moan into her neck, his breath warm, sending tingles from the top of her head to her pussy. “You’re so right,” he told her. His words sent a chill down her spine. “It’s not. I’ll take the dance.” She glanced over at Kevin. His hand was cupping Veronica’s butt cheek through her thin skirt. She felt lips on her neck. “But it’s you I want.”
She melted. Her hips pulsed against his, pressing against his hard cock. She tightened her arms around him.
And the song ended. She stood stock still a moment, afraid that if she moved the spell would be broken, the moment lost and the chance ended forever. An opportunity forsaken; never to come again. As Tyler’s hand snaked down her arm and his fingers slipped into hers, she saw Kevin and Veronica returning to the table, arms wrapped around each other’s waists, comfortable and relaxed like lovers.
She returned the squeeze to Tyler’s hand. She looked up into his eyes as their bodies parted, a glancing contact remaining at hip, arm, thigh. She took a deep breath as they turned to the table, Tyler’s arm snaking around her waist.
Kevin was sitting inside the cushioned curved seat behind the table, Veronica sitting back against him, her head resting against his shoulder, holding his arms around herself, pressed across her just beneath her breasts. Kevin’s eyes glistened above her hair at his wife as she approached in another man’s arms. Their eyes traded ideas and emotions as Linda arrived at the table with Ty.
“Your wife is a wonderful dancer,” Tyler said to him, breaking the silent visual dialogue Kevin was having with his wife. “I love the way she moves.” He pulled the chair out and held it for Linda, one hand remaining on her bare arm, not breaking the contact.