Ch. 13: The plan unfolds
The heavy bass beat of the music thumped through my chest as Michelle ushered me onto the nightclub dance floor, which was bopping with Saturday night patrons. We danced to one song, which then seamlessly blended into another. Tonight Michelle was dressed in a thin apricot-colored blouse, and a short black mini-skirt, which displayed her long, tanned legs to perfection. Her black high-heels accentuated her shapely calf muscles, and I saw many guys glancing appreciatively down at her pins.
Michelle was a very attractive lady at the best of times, and tonight she had taken extra care with her long brunette hair and her make-up, and I would have described her as stunning. A lot of guys sent covetous glances towards me, as though they were envious that I had such a sexy lady on my arm. They weren't to know, of course, that I had never enjoyed Michelle's intimate charms, and that having her at my side was just a ruse designed to allow me to observe my wife freely dancing and flirting with other men. Kylie was, if fact, free to do far more than dance and flirt - her sole aim tonight was to find herself a 'hook-up' for a one-night-stand.
Michelle now placed her hands on my shoulders as we danced, and drew me close to her. She smiled softly, and a waft of her perfume assailed me. She put her mouth close to my ear.
"Looks like Kylie has found a friend, sweetie," She intoned, jerking her head sideways. "Didn't take my little sister long, did it?"
I swung my gaze in the direction of Michelle's gesture; I saw Kylie on the opposite side of the dance-floor. She was indeed dancing with a tall, dark-haired guy. She had her back to us, and my gaze was drawn to her curvaceous, swaying backside as she boogied to the beat of the music. I felt my cock twitch inside of the metal tube.
Tonight Kylie was dressed in a red shirt that ******* an inviting ravine of cleavage, and a white skirt that hugged her shapely hips. It wasn't as short as Michelle's mini-skirt - but this was simply to cover the dark tops of the black stockings that she wore. Kylie had, in fact, asked me to help groom her for our night out, and she had teasingly suggested that she should wear stockings and suspenders under her outfit. Black high-heels completed the ensemble.
The fuzzy sexual daze that had enveloped me at the start of the evening asserted itself again as I continued dancing with Michelle. We stayed on the dance-floor for about twenty minutes, and I kept sending covert glances towards Kylie as she continued dancing with the tall stranger. Michelle finally took my hand, and towed me to the bar.
"How's the excitement level?" Michelle quietly asked me as she sipped her drink.
"It's getting there," I replied tightly.
Michelle grinned. "Brian used to tell me that he got butterflies in his tummy when he saw me with another guy. Is your tummy doing that?"
I nodded. The fact I was even discussing this with her was still hard to believe. "My tummy flutters, along with a few other things. One part of me in particular is fluttering a lot."
Michelle laughed. "I bet, sweetie!"
Kylie suddenly appeared over her shoulder. She greeted us, and ordered a drink for herself.
"Where's that cutie you were dancing with?" Michelle asked her.
Kylie shrugged. "Still on the floor somewhere. I didn't really like him, so I kinda blew him off." Kylie took a long pull at her drink.
Michelle laughed. "The night is young," she said, with a sidelong glance at me.
Kylie smiled at her. "It sure is. Has my little hubby been behaving himself?"
"Yeah," Michelle replied. "He's been a perfect gentleman. I think he got a little flustered seeing you dance with that guy, though."
Kylie looked at me, and her eyes flashed. "You getting a little frisky, Lover?" she playfully asked.
I gulped, and once again the surreal nature of the situation floated over me. "You know I am," I replied in a tight voice.
"Well, I wonder how frisky you'll be before the night is over then," Kylie winked at Michelle, and the pair gave each other what was almost a colluding smile. Kylie finished her drink and put the glass on the bar. "Anyway, I'm gonna go and dance some more. Have fun you guys!" With a final grin Kylie disappeared into the sea of bodies on the dance-floor.
The pattern repeated itself for the next two hours. Michelle and I spent most of the time sat at the bar, and we caught occasional glimpses of Kylie dancing with several guys. My pulse quickened when I noted that Kylie seemed to have taken a liking to one guy in particular; he too was tall, good-looking and well built. In fact Michelle gave a low wolf-whistle when she saw him.
"Yum," she intoned softly. "Now he is a hottie."
My excitement further increased when I saw Kylie eventually take his hand and lead him to a secluded row of semicircular tables built into the rear wall of the nightclub, vanishing from our view. Another hour passed, and in the interim Michelle and I danced several more times. I could just barely make out Kylie and the handsome stranger sat cozily at one of the tables, but the lighting was so dim that I couldn't make out what the pair was doing. Were they kissing, or caressing? My excitement and angst heightened.
Michelle noticed my increased tension. "Aww, you wondering what Kylie is up to, sweetie?" she asked in a teasing voice.
I swallowed and nodded.
Michelle giggled softly. "I'm sure you will find out soon enough. Let's get another drink."
We made our way back to the bar and found a pair of seats. Michelle sat and crossed her long legs, and from the corner of my eye I saw her mini-skirt ride up. She swiveled her head away from me for a few seconds, and my gaze slid involuntarily down to her smooth, lean thighs. Michelle turned back in time to note the direction of my stare, and a soft smile washed over her face.
"Like what you see, sweetie?" she playfully asked.
I dropped my gaze and blushed guiltily.
Michelle uttered a tinkling laugh. "Kylie told me that you're a leg man. She also told me that she's wearing stockings tonight instead of pantyhose. What is it about stockings and suspenders that drives you guys so wild?"
I blinked. "I don't really know," I replied honestly. "I've never really thought about it. Maybe because they accentuate a woman's thighs. Or maybe because they highlight her legs. But you're right - its drives some men nuts."
Michelle's eyes glittered. "And is it driving you nuts that Kylie is wearing them now - as she's sat in the dark little alcove with that guy she was dancing with?"
"Yes," I answered softly. My cock gave a concurring quiver in its steel casing.
Michelle smiled again. "My little sister knows how to push all your buttons, sweetie." Her eyes slid past my shoulder. "And speaking of the girl..."
I turned to see Kylie appear out of the crowd leading the tall stranger by the hand.
"Hey!" she whinnied to both Michelle and I. "How you guys doing?" She turned to the guy at her elbow. "This is Matt," Kylie made the introductions, and I was introduced as Michelle's 'boyfriend'. I shook Matt's hand with a growing sense of surrealism. It was quite possible that within an hour or two he would be fucking my wife. I felt my cock spasm moistly inside of the tube, as if it were fervently yearning for this outcome.
Kylie suggested that we all move to one of the tables at the back of the bar, and she gave me a covert wink. The four of us were soon ensconced at a semicircular table, with the girls wedged into the middle of the curved seat, and Matt and myself opposite each other on the periphery, so that the order of seating was myself, Michelle, Kylie and then Matt.
We made small talk over the music for about fifteen minutes, and my stomach fluttered as I noticed how closely Matt was pressed to Kylie. Her hands were under the table, and I feverishly wondered if her nimble fingers were stroking his thigh, or even caressing his cock through his jeans.
Matt eventually excused himself and headed for the gent's room. As soon as he was out of earshot, Kylie turned to Michelle and I.
"I told Matt that we might be going back to your place later and I invited him to come back with us," Kylie announced to Michelle. "Is that still cool?"
"It's fine with me," Michelle replied before swiveling her gaze to me.
Kylie looked at me. "Are you sure you're still okay with this? I can still stop this if you want?"
I swallowed. The tingling, almost masochistic warm glow that rippled through me as I had watched Kylie sitting close to Matt returned. I imagined Kylie kissing him, letting his hands wander over her inviting body. I envisioned her be-stockinged legs wrapped around his hips as he slid his cock into her. My cock added it's persuasive opinion, leaping into joyful life and again pressing tightly at its enclosing tube.
"I'm okay with it," I told Kylie in a voice that now trembled. "You know that it's something that I've wanted for a long time."
Michelle chuckled softly in the background as Kylie smiled and slowly nodded. "Okay, Lover," Kylie told me. "I'll tell Matt that we are good to go when he gets back. By the way, you two? I've told Matt that I am married, but that I'm having a trial separation from my hubby, just so there are no complications. I just wanted you to know in case the subject comes up, even though it probably wont."
Matt returned presently, and Kylie was soon whispering in his ear. I saw him nod, and the pair exchanged several more soft words.
Kylie turned to Michelle and I. "Matt says that he can drive us all home instead of taking a cab." she announced.
"I've only had three drinks all night, so I'm okay to drive," Matt added. "I've been drinking coke most of the time."
"Great - thanks!" Michelle replied.
Almost before I knew it, and with an even greater sense of surrealism, we were soon in Matt's car heading for Michelle's apartment. Kylie sat in the front seat with him, and Michelle and I were wedged into the back seat. As we made small talk, I saw Michelle turn to me and wink. Her lascivious smile simply made me tremble a little harder at what lay in store for the remainder of the evening.
Michelle was a very attractive lady at the best of times, and tonight she had taken extra care with her long brunette hair and her make-up, and I would have described her as stunning. A lot of guys sent covetous glances towards me, as though they were envious that I had such a sexy lady on my arm. They weren't to know, of course, that I had never enjoyed Michelle's intimate charms, and that having her at my side was just a ruse designed to allow me to observe my wife freely dancing and flirting with other men. Kylie was, if fact, free to do far more than dance and flirt - her sole aim tonight was to find herself a 'hook-up' for a one-night-stand.
Michelle now placed her hands on my shoulders as we danced, and drew me close to her. She smiled softly, and a waft of her perfume assailed me. She put her mouth close to my ear.
"Looks like Kylie has found a friend, sweetie," She intoned, jerking her head sideways. "Didn't take my little sister long, did it?"
I swung my gaze in the direction of Michelle's gesture; I saw Kylie on the opposite side of the dance-floor. She was indeed dancing with a tall, dark-haired guy. She had her back to us, and my gaze was drawn to her curvaceous, swaying backside as she boogied to the beat of the music. I felt my cock twitch inside of the metal tube.
Tonight Kylie was dressed in a red shirt that ******* an inviting ravine of cleavage, and a white skirt that hugged her shapely hips. It wasn't as short as Michelle's mini-skirt - but this was simply to cover the dark tops of the black stockings that she wore. Kylie had, in fact, asked me to help groom her for our night out, and she had teasingly suggested that she should wear stockings and suspenders under her outfit. Black high-heels completed the ensemble.
The fuzzy sexual daze that had enveloped me at the start of the evening asserted itself again as I continued dancing with Michelle. We stayed on the dance-floor for about twenty minutes, and I kept sending covert glances towards Kylie as she continued dancing with the tall stranger. Michelle finally took my hand, and towed me to the bar.
"How's the excitement level?" Michelle quietly asked me as she sipped her drink.
"It's getting there," I replied tightly.
Michelle grinned. "Brian used to tell me that he got butterflies in his tummy when he saw me with another guy. Is your tummy doing that?"
I nodded. The fact I was even discussing this with her was still hard to believe. "My tummy flutters, along with a few other things. One part of me in particular is fluttering a lot."
Michelle laughed. "I bet, sweetie!"
Kylie suddenly appeared over her shoulder. She greeted us, and ordered a drink for herself.
"Where's that cutie you were dancing with?" Michelle asked her.
Kylie shrugged. "Still on the floor somewhere. I didn't really like him, so I kinda blew him off." Kylie took a long pull at her drink.
Michelle laughed. "The night is young," she said, with a sidelong glance at me.
Kylie smiled at her. "It sure is. Has my little hubby been behaving himself?"
"Yeah," Michelle replied. "He's been a perfect gentleman. I think he got a little flustered seeing you dance with that guy, though."
Kylie looked at me, and her eyes flashed. "You getting a little frisky, Lover?" she playfully asked.
I gulped, and once again the surreal nature of the situation floated over me. "You know I am," I replied in a tight voice.
"Well, I wonder how frisky you'll be before the night is over then," Kylie winked at Michelle, and the pair gave each other what was almost a colluding smile. Kylie finished her drink and put the glass on the bar. "Anyway, I'm gonna go and dance some more. Have fun you guys!" With a final grin Kylie disappeared into the sea of bodies on the dance-floor.
The pattern repeated itself for the next two hours. Michelle and I spent most of the time sat at the bar, and we caught occasional glimpses of Kylie dancing with several guys. My pulse quickened when I noted that Kylie seemed to have taken a liking to one guy in particular; he too was tall, good-looking and well built. In fact Michelle gave a low wolf-whistle when she saw him.
"Yum," she intoned softly. "Now he is a hottie."
My excitement further increased when I saw Kylie eventually take his hand and lead him to a secluded row of semicircular tables built into the rear wall of the nightclub, vanishing from our view. Another hour passed, and in the interim Michelle and I danced several more times. I could just barely make out Kylie and the handsome stranger sat cozily at one of the tables, but the lighting was so dim that I couldn't make out what the pair was doing. Were they kissing, or caressing? My excitement and angst heightened.
Michelle noticed my increased tension. "Aww, you wondering what Kylie is up to, sweetie?" she asked in a teasing voice.
I swallowed and nodded.
Michelle giggled softly. "I'm sure you will find out soon enough. Let's get another drink."
We made our way back to the bar and found a pair of seats. Michelle sat and crossed her long legs, and from the corner of my eye I saw her mini-skirt ride up. She swiveled her head away from me for a few seconds, and my gaze slid involuntarily down to her smooth, lean thighs. Michelle turned back in time to note the direction of my stare, and a soft smile washed over her face.
"Like what you see, sweetie?" she playfully asked.
I dropped my gaze and blushed guiltily.
Michelle uttered a tinkling laugh. "Kylie told me that you're a leg man. She also told me that she's wearing stockings tonight instead of pantyhose. What is it about stockings and suspenders that drives you guys so wild?"
I blinked. "I don't really know," I replied honestly. "I've never really thought about it. Maybe because they accentuate a woman's thighs. Or maybe because they highlight her legs. But you're right - its drives some men nuts."
Michelle's eyes glittered. "And is it driving you nuts that Kylie is wearing them now - as she's sat in the dark little alcove with that guy she was dancing with?"
"Yes," I answered softly. My cock gave a concurring quiver in its steel casing.
Michelle smiled again. "My little sister knows how to push all your buttons, sweetie." Her eyes slid past my shoulder. "And speaking of the girl..."
I turned to see Kylie appear out of the crowd leading the tall stranger by the hand.
"Hey!" she whinnied to both Michelle and I. "How you guys doing?" She turned to the guy at her elbow. "This is Matt," Kylie made the introductions, and I was introduced as Michelle's 'boyfriend'. I shook Matt's hand with a growing sense of surrealism. It was quite possible that within an hour or two he would be fucking my wife. I felt my cock spasm moistly inside of the tube, as if it were fervently yearning for this outcome.
Kylie suggested that we all move to one of the tables at the back of the bar, and she gave me a covert wink. The four of us were soon ensconced at a semicircular table, with the girls wedged into the middle of the curved seat, and Matt and myself opposite each other on the periphery, so that the order of seating was myself, Michelle, Kylie and then Matt.
We made small talk over the music for about fifteen minutes, and my stomach fluttered as I noticed how closely Matt was pressed to Kylie. Her hands were under the table, and I feverishly wondered if her nimble fingers were stroking his thigh, or even caressing his cock through his jeans.
Matt eventually excused himself and headed for the gent's room. As soon as he was out of earshot, Kylie turned to Michelle and I.
"I told Matt that we might be going back to your place later and I invited him to come back with us," Kylie announced to Michelle. "Is that still cool?"
"It's fine with me," Michelle replied before swiveling her gaze to me.
Kylie looked at me. "Are you sure you're still okay with this? I can still stop this if you want?"
I swallowed. The tingling, almost masochistic warm glow that rippled through me as I had watched Kylie sitting close to Matt returned. I imagined Kylie kissing him, letting his hands wander over her inviting body. I envisioned her be-stockinged legs wrapped around his hips as he slid his cock into her. My cock added it's persuasive opinion, leaping into joyful life and again pressing tightly at its enclosing tube.
"I'm okay with it," I told Kylie in a voice that now trembled. "You know that it's something that I've wanted for a long time."
Michelle chuckled softly in the background as Kylie smiled and slowly nodded. "Okay, Lover," Kylie told me. "I'll tell Matt that we are good to go when he gets back. By the way, you two? I've told Matt that I am married, but that I'm having a trial separation from my hubby, just so there are no complications. I just wanted you to know in case the subject comes up, even though it probably wont."
Matt returned presently, and Kylie was soon whispering in his ear. I saw him nod, and the pair exchanged several more soft words.
Kylie turned to Michelle and I. "Matt says that he can drive us all home instead of taking a cab." she announced.
"I've only had three drinks all night, so I'm okay to drive," Matt added. "I've been drinking coke most of the time."
"Great - thanks!" Michelle replied.
Almost before I knew it, and with an even greater sense of surrealism, we were soon in Matt's car heading for Michelle's apartment. Kylie sat in the front seat with him, and Michelle and I were wedged into the back seat. As we made small talk, I saw Michelle turn to me and wink. Her lascivious smile simply made me tremble a little harder at what lay in store for the remainder of the evening.
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