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At The Con

By: sjl1701



I had attending a science fiction convention. It had been fun, but I was mainly on my own, most of my friends didn't go and I wasn't dating at the time. I had attended a number of panels, checked out the dealers room and the art show. I checked out a few parties but none really appealed to me so I headed for the con suite. I was sitting a table when this guy I had seen a couple times during the day asked if he could sit down with me, he had noticed the book I was reading. We had talked a long time about a variety of things, when he invited me to his room to continue the conversation, where he said it would be quieter. As we left the con suite, I noticed that he had grabbed a few condoms from the bowl. "Never know when they might come in handy," He said.

His name was Ken and he was in his early 30's. He was married, but his wife hadn't joined him for this convention. 

"So are you staying here?" Ken asked.

"No, I'm local and can get back to my apartment in about 5 minutes." I said.

"That's handy," He said. "And a little cheaper. My spouse had a family event to go to usually she comes with. As compensation she let me stay here. We live in one the outer suburbs."

Ken was sitting on the bed and I was in one of the chairs. "So do you let your hair down so to speak at the con?"

"I'm not big on getting drunk," I said.

"There are other ways to have fun." He said with a smile.

"I don't usually get picked up by the women," I laughed. "They're usually attached at this con."

"That's true." Ken said. "But that's not the only way you can go. Have you ever tried going the other way."

I now noticed that he had been checking me out. I had played around with women a little bit in college, but hadn't really given trying guys any deep thought. I also hadn't dismissed the idea. There had been times when I fantasized about another cock when masturbating.

"I haven't really thought about that." I said.

"It does open up your options." Ken said. "Have you ever thought about how an another guys erect penis feels."

I must have blushed, as Ken grinned at me. "Well, maybe now and then." I answered. I shifted in the chair, as my cock was stirring.

"Surely you've checked out the cocks when you're watching a hot porn tape?" Ken asked.

"Well, yeah, but its kind of hard to miss them." I answered.

"I know I enjoy watching them, especially when they show close shots of a cock sliding into a nice pussy."

"There is that." I said.

"You ever thought about what it would be like to have another guy suck you?"

"Well, yes." I answered. "I've wondered if it would be any different."

"Why don't you come and sit on the bed next to me." Ken said.

"Sure." I said. I was amazed at how quickly I answered. I looked at Ken for a moment, it looked like his pants were bulging. I kicked my shoes off and sat next to him.

"I can see that you're not scared by the idea."

"No." I said. Now feeling a little nervous but getting excited.

"It is quite fun." Ken moved a hand to my thigh. Then when I didn't push it away, he moved it straight to my now bulging cock. "I can see that you quite like the idea."

Ken gently fondled my cock through my jeans. "I enjoy teaching a guy the joy of man to man sex. Would you like a lesson?"

I thought for a moment but the warmth of his hand on my cock was the deciding factor. This felt very good. "Yes, I would."

Ken fondled my cock some more. "You have a nice cock here." He was also moving his face towards mine. "Let's try a kiss."

Up to now, I wouldn't have tried that, but I was now thinking with my cock. "Ok." I said. Ken moved in close, his lips touched mine. It felt good. Then I felt his tongue on my lips and open my mouth, soon our tongues were dancing. My inhibitions about this were slowly going away.

Ken's hand moved from my cock to my belt and pants button. Soon he had opened my zipper and was fondling my cock through my shorts.

"Let's just get naked," Ken said breaking the kiss. He got up on one side of the bed and removed his shirt, then slide his pants and underwear down in one move. His cock popped out as his clothes slid down. I looked at it. It was fully erect and was angled up. His cock head was cut and red. Ken gave his cock a fondle and rubbed his hairy balls. He grinned at me and moved to kneel in the middle of the bed.

I stripped off my shirt and then slide down my pants and underwear and slipped off my socks. As I stood up, Ken smiled at me. "Nice, this is going to be fun."

I climbed and the bed and kneeled next to Ken. He reached an arm around me and pulled me in for another kiss. It felt good to press close to his naked body. Ken's hard cock was pressing into my belly and was next to mine. We broke the kiss, I smiled at Ken, and reached down to touch another man's hard cock for the first time. It felt nice and warm as I wrapped my hand around it. I slid my hand up and down the shaft. Ken moaned and moved a hand to my hard shaft. We both played with each other's cock and balls for a bit.

"Lay back, I'm going to give the first part of the lesson." Ken said.

I moved to the middle of the bed and lay back. Ken lay on top and gave my another long wet kiss, then moved his lips to one of my nipples, lightly biting and tonguing it. I moaned a little, then he moved his tongue down the middle of my chest, spreading my legs. Then he took the tip of my cock into his mouth. His mouth was wet and warm around my cock head. I felt him rub the tip of his tongue into the piss slit. It sent a shiver of pleasure that caused me to moan involuntarily.

"Oh my." I said.

Ken then took more of my cock into his mouth. He ran his tongue on the ridge at the bottom of my cock shaft as my cock slid deeper into his mouth. I felt a hand on my balls, slowly fondling them. Then Ken slipped my cock from his mouth and licked my shaft like an ice cream cone and worked his way down the shaft. I felt warmth on one of my balls as he took it in his mouth. He gently sucked on it, then moved to the other one.

After he sucked both of my balls, Ken moved back to my cock and took it back into his mouth. He started sucking up and down on the shaft. I was soon moaning with delight.

Ken stopped a moment. "Just lay back and enjoy yourself. Let your orgasm come and not worry about warning me." I grinned back at him as he took my penis back into his mouth.

The warmth of his mouth and watching him enjoy sucking me, soon brought me close to the brink. My breathing picked up as I felt the build up in my balls. Ken picked up on my signals and sucked a little faster. I was now passing the point of no return. I moaned loudly as my cock erupted in his mouth, shooting cum into his throat. Ken sucked harder and kept my cock in his mouth as I moaned and groaned my pleasure. It was a very intense orgasm. I had forgotten how horny I had been. It was also one of the best blow job's I had ever received. 

Ken sucked a little more on my deflating cock, but soon let slip from his mouth and looked up at me with a smile. "How was that?"

I smiled broadly. "That was amazing."

Ken moved up to lie next to me. He gave me a kiss. After we broke it. I said that it was my turn to try that. Ken smiled and lay back. "Now are you ready to try what you learned in your first lesson?"

I smiled at Ken, reached down and fondled his erect cock. "Yes. I'll give it a try."

I moved down between Ken's legs and kneeled there. I examined his cock. It was different from mine in that it was a little bigger and thicker. I grabbed it and squeezed it with my hand. The soft skin on the outside of a hard core is what made an erect penis so interesting. I moved my mouth closer and took the tip in my mouth. It tasted slightly salty and I could smell the natural musk from down around Ken's balls. I ran my tongue over the tip, feeling its softness. I took it deeper, opening my mouth wider to accommodate its girth.

I heard Ken moan as I moved my mouth up and down on the shaft. "You learned well, Tim." He said. "That feels very good."

It was interesting have a cock in my mouth. It filled it good, I couldn't quite take the whole shaft like Ken, but was taking in as much as I could. Ken had shown me that I guy can do a good job of satisfying another guy. I tried to do things to Ken's cock that enjoyed in a good blow job. I would just keep the tip in my mouth and run my tongue over it. I ran the tip of my tongue into the slit at the end of the cock.

"Oh you're doing good." Ken said.

Now I decided to move him to the finish. I started moving faster on the in and out, sliding his cock in and out at a good pace. Soon Ken was moaning louder. 

"That's it, you're doing great." Ken said. "I'm going to shoot soon."

I picked up the pace just a little. I was getting into this. I was enjoying having another man's penis in my mouth. Ken was moving his hips just a little in conjunction to my sucking.

"OH Yeah!" He moaned and I felt his cock jerk as cum squirted from it. I tasted the salty ejaculate as it hit my tongue. I sucked his cock hard, trying not to loose a drop as Ken moaned. It was cool. I had crossed a line that I wasn't going back over. I had sucked off my first penis and enjoyed it. I wasn't going to stop doing this. Soon his cock was getting limp. I let it slide from my mouth.

"That was very good for a rookie." Ken smiled at me.

I moved back up the bed and lay next to Ken on my side. He rolled to face me.

"Ever think that you would try sex with another man?"

"I have had some fantasies about it." I answered. "I hadn't really done more than read the occasional hot story about it."

"It does give you some more options." Ken said. "There is a joy to having sex just to enjoy the pleasure. There is also great fun in playing with a man's body, feeling his hard cock."

Ken had reached over and was gently holding my cock. He grinned as he felt me getting turned on by the talk.

"Now would like another lesson?" Ken asked. "There is something else that we can try, if you're interested."

Ken moved his hand to my hip. He was talking about fucking me. He was asking if I was interested in taking his hard cock into my ass. I thought for about what had turned me on about the gay hot stories I had read. I had become really turned on about the ones where the narrator described being fucked. The shear joy that they had shared in the ultimate sharing.

Ken moved his hand on my ass cheek and slide it up and down the crack. "I'd really love to fuck you." He said. 

I felt my cock get a little harder at that. "Ok." I said.

Ken grinned. "I'll make it wonderful for you. I'll make sure that you'll enjoy it more than the sucking." 

Ken moved his head closer to mine and kissed me again. He was not in a hurry, I let him slip his tongue in again. He pulled me closer, I move my arm around his back. I felt his hand move between my ass cheeks. He rubbed it up and down the crack, stopping to gently rub my rosebud. It felt good. I moaned in his mouth as I felt his finger circle around my hole.

"I think that you're going to love this." He said. "Now lay on your back and spread your legs."

Ken got up and went to his bag, he took out a bottle and a condom. He climbed back on the bed and put the items on the bed next to us. He moved between my legs and played with both ass cheeks. 

"Just relax and enjoy it." Ken said. "Let me know if you're feeling any pain or discomfort. This should not be a pain in the ass."

I laughed.

Ken rubbed his hand up and down my ass crack, stopping to play with my pucker. He ran his finger around the rim. Then I felt a new sensation. I felt his face on cheeks and the shock of pleasure at his tongue caressing my butt. I was getting rimmed. My cock got harder. My breathing picked up this was feeling good. Ken then sat back up and reached for the bottle of lube. He squirted some on his fingers and worked it between my cheeks and around the hole. Then I felt his finger probing. Ken slowing penetrated my virgin hole with a finger.

"How's that?"

Still feeling good from the tonguing, this was feeling just fine. "Good."

Ken put more lube on the finger and soon was working it in all the way. It felt very good. Then he worked a second one in and was working my hole with two fingers. I was moaning contentedly. Ken squirted the lube in a little more, then he reached for the condom.

Ken put some lube on his cock and rolled the condom. He the moved closer. I felt him rub his lubed rubberized cock up and down my ass crack. It was a fun feeling. Then he stopped that and I felt his cock head line up with my asshole.

"I'm going to start, let me know if you feel any pain." Ken said. 

"Ok," I replied.

I felt pressure on my asshole as his cock head started its penetration. I imagined my asshole opening up as I felt it open wider. The tip was now in.

"How's this?" Ken asked.

"You're doing good." I answered.

Ken continued to slide his cock in. I felt the fullness returning. Ken slowly slid part in and then stopped and then moved more of his cock into my ass.

"You're doing good," Ken said. "I'm almost in all the way."

There was still no pain. It was feeling good. I moaned a little. Soon I felt Ken's pubic bush bumping my ass cheeks.

"Ummm." Ken said. "I'm in all the way. How does that feel?"

"Very good." I said.

"You're ass feels great." Ken said. "I'm going to start slow, you let me know how it's going."

"Ok."

I felt Ken slide his cock back and then slowly thrust it in. He used slow strokes to begin with. There was no pain and there was a pleasure starting to build. Ken began pumping faster. It was a good feeling, soon I felt a pleasurable glow in my ass. Ken was moaning and I felt him lean against my back, his breath on my neck.

"Damn, this is good, Tim."

"Yes." I said. I was enjoying it too much to say anything else. Ken kept up a good pace with his strokes, giving me nice long deep ones. I could feel his balls hitting me as he took his in strokes. The pleasure glow was spreading from my ass. It was interesting feeling. I felt Ken's breathing getting heavier. His thrusts getting faster. He was fucking me at a good pace. 

"I'm getting close." Ken said.

He maintained his pace. Soon the pleasurable glow had moved to my penis. It felt it was getting ready to cum. Ken continued deep thrusts, his cock sliding deep with each stroke. His orgasm was strong as he thrust his cock deep one last time and groaned as he filled the condom with cum. His cock pulsing as it ejaculated.

Ken moaned deeply. "Oh that was good."

He lay on top of me for a while, his cock still in my ass. The glow reduced. I felt great. I had been fucked for the first time and knew for certain that it wouldn't be my last.

Soon Ken rolled off and lay on the bed. He smiled at me. "That was very good." 

I smiled back. "Yes it was."

"Would you like to stay the night?"

"Certainly, if you don't mind."

Ken grinned. "Not at all."

We rested for a bit, but soon we felt an urge to do it again. Ken fucked me two more times that night. And after we fell asleep naked, I felt his mouth on my cock in the dark and enjoyed a middle of the night blow job, which I also repaid. In the morning we showered together, it was fun playing in the water and soaping him up. Ken and I spent the next day together going to panels and stopping back at the room for an afternoon session and he invited me back to his room for the second night of the con. It was much like the first, lots of naked hot sex again, including a lazy 69 until we both shot down each others throats. Ken even let me fuck him.

Ken and I get together now and then for some good sex. He has moved me firmly into the bisexual camp, I've even met and had sex with more men as well, enjoying having this new option for fun. Now he's thinking about inviting me to meet his wife. She's mentioned she'd like to watch us. That sounds pretty hot to me.

At The Conference



Whether you want to believe this or not, I don't really care. However, this is a true story.

I have never written to the internet before and after reading numerous stories from Literotica I thought I'd put my story to you for your pleasure. The story is in two parts if you like this first part and you inform me of this then I'll release the second part.

It all happened in London, September 1998.

My wife, Angie and I were going through a bad time in our marriage. We'd been married for just over twelve years by that time with two kids and a nice home. My job was relatively well paid and it kept us in good financial order. All that said my relationship with Angie was a different kettle of fish altogether. Since our daughter was born and especially in the last two years Angie had lost her sense of fun, fashion and sex. Whether it was ultimately due with carrying and giving birth to Lucy I'll never know.

In reality I thought I'd lost the woman I'd married. 

Angie had forgone her sense of fashion from a fun loving attitude that gave her an eye for choosing just the right sort of clothing to set off her figure in the most delicate of ways that always made me want for more. She was a woman who loved to show her femininity sensuously that was never over the top or slutty looking; I always admired her for that.

Now she has become so conservative that she covers nearly eighty percent of her body. Long skirts, jeans, baggy jumpers and high neck blouses gave her a dowdy look. I can't remember the last time I saw her naked.

In that year my employer had a large conference in London. The company had had its best year so far and for the first time it allowed wives and partners to come along to the Year End Ball. The conference was a two day event taking place in the Docklands area and we were all put up in hotels. And because we were living down in deepest Cornwall we were given an extra night so that I was at the conference on time. It was to start on the Thursday and finish on the Friday night, and culminating with the End of Year Ball.

I used this opportunity to bring Angie out of her conservative attitude and hopefully get my wife back I married.

So two weeks before the event I asked Angie, "Would you like to London with me for the conference."

"Oh yes, that would be great," she replied then suddenly thought about it, "But you'll be at the conference all day and I'll be stuck in the hotel bored out of my mind."

"Not necessarily, you could go sight seeing see the Tower of London, Buck Palace."

"Not on my own. Oh no, I couldn't go with out you."

"I know you've never been to London in your life so why not take this opportunity, it's free," I said, "I really want you to be with me and we can go to the ball and dance all night."

"Do you really?" Angie asked amazed.

"Yes of course I do however, there is a catch!"

"What do you mean a catch?" She asked suspiciously.

"It's one you'll like."

"Well come on out with it." She urged irritated.

"I would like you to go shopping and buy yourself some new clothes."

Angie looked sceptical, "Why, why do you want me to buy new things?"

"Because I want to see you looking nice again wearing more fashionable clothing."

"What's wrong with my clothes?" Angie queried her face again looking irritated.

"Angie you've changed so much over the last couple of years. It pains me to see you like this. As you are at the moment you're not the woman I married."

"Oh, Peter what do you mean?" Angie looked utterly horrified.

"To be blunt your dress sense has become non-existent our sex life pretty much the same, making our relationship pretty insecure."

"But I thought you loved me?" Angie blurted out her voice now sounding fearful.

"Of course I love you, Angie but we both have needs. My need is to have you back the way you were. Before Katie was born you were fun loving exciting woman -- the woman I married. Now you are the complete opposite."

Angie went silent. She sat up in her chair, straight back looking down into her lap where she started to fidget with her fingers. This was her normal stance when we started to a conversation and it didn't go her way regardless of the trivialness of the subject.

"Don't you agree you have changed?"

Angie nodded.

"I'm not chastising you, Angie you know me better than that. All I want is for you to be yourself. I don't know what's gone wrong or why but let's see if we can bring your confidence back."

Angie looked up at me with those large black eyes of hers and I could have melted into her arms but I held firm.

She nodded in agreement.

"All I want is for you to go shopping and have some fun purchasing some new clothes, dresses, skirts and even underwear. I want to see you looking sexy again like you used to. But more importantly I want you to feel sexy and confident."

Angie looked down into her lap and quietly said, "I'll try."

That was good enough for me.

The hotel was excellent. We had one of those large rooms with a king size bed and all the mod-cons such as separate shower furniture for more than one person sit in, satellite TV etc. I was well pleased.

We had arrived around four pm on the Wednesday so we found our room, showered had an early dinner and then went into the Soho and saw a show.

Angie had been excited all day and everything was going well, that is until she'd changed to go out and her dowdiness again was there for all to see. I was livid that she hadn't put herself out; she hadn't put any make up on either. I bit my tongue and of we went.

The show we saw was excellent entertainment and due to the fact Angie had never been to London before she was in awe with it all. When we got back to the hotel we had a night cap in the bar. There was a guy throwing some tunes together at the piano so we sat and listened for a while. The atmosphere was excellent and after a while we went up to bed.

I made my advances towards once we were under the covers but she rejected them saying she was tired from all the travelling. I again was angry and frustrated to say the least and fell asleep wondering if it was worth all the hassle.

I tossed and turned through out the night and I woke even more frustrated and a deep bewilderment.

We went down to breakfast together and very little said between us. Angie was still dressing in her dowdy clothes and just looking at her took me deeper into my gloom. In the end it was Angie who broke the silence.

"What time does the conference end today?" she asked as she drank her tea.

"About five," I replied.

We fell silent again but then I asked, "You still going shopping?"

She looked at me and snapped, "Yes, that's what you want isn't it?"

"Don't you want to?" My gloom very quickly turned to anger with my voice indicating it.

Angie ignored the sound of my voice, "Yes, I think so. I want us to be happy." She replied and finished eating her toast, "But I haven't a clue where I should go or how to get there."

"Well there's Oxford Street that'll be a good start." I finished my coffee and stood up to go, "I've got quite a bit to do today so I'm going now." From my wallet I took a credit card out and gave it Angie, "There have some fun; you have twelve hundred pounds to play with."

Angie's eyes lit up with amazement.

I smiled to myself.

"When I get back tonight I want to see you dressed in some nice new sexy clothes."

Angie was still in shock as she nodded in agreement.

As I entered the hotel that evening and I noticed an advertisement for an 80's disco in the hotel that night and I thought Angie would love that as she loves to dance. Me I'd rather sit and watch while waiting for the slow dances to happen that's when I like to be on the dance floor.

It's been years since we had a smooch.

On approaching our room I became apprehensive about Angie actually going shopping. If she'd back out now how was I going to deal with it, something I hadn't really thought about?

I entered the room to find a dozen carrier bags scattered across the bed. I smiled to myself and gave a mental sigh of relief.

"Hello, I'm back." I called out.

A voice came from the bathroom, "I'll be out in a couple of minutes."

Loads of thought went through my mind as I wondered about what she had bought. I switched on the TV and sat to watch the early evening news.

Five minutes later the bathroom door opened.

I stood up like an expectant kid waiting for a gift.

There standing in front of me was my wife. The wife I once had. She was wearing a pale blue skirt suite. The jacket was tailored with two small buttons pulling the jacket tight over her breasts forcing them up and out. There was no blouse so you had a full cleavage on show with a hint of a black lacy bra underneath. Her skirt, as was the jacket, was well cut and shaped to fit, but it was the shortness of it that shocked me the most with the hem a good six inches above the knee. Angie was also wearing black stockings and I found out later a suspender belt. To cap of the suit she was wearing heels of similar colour to her suite.

However, it was what she'd done with her hair that made the biggest difference. She'd had a perm giving her hair long loose curls making her hair fuller and bouncier giving her an angelic sexy look.

"What do you think," she asked, "You don't think I've gone too far?" She smoothed the skirt down with her hands picking off a loose piece of cotton thread.

After putting my eyes back into their sockets I replied, "Angie you look absolutely wonderful. Now there stands the woman I married."

"Really," she replied somewhat shocked.

"Really, you look beautiful. I'm proud of you, Angie really proud."

"I have some other things to show you I'll change into them."

"No, no they can wait. I want you to stay as you are. Let me shower and change and we'll go down to dinner." I started removing my shirt and headed for the bathroom. In the doorway I turned, "Why don't you go on down to the bar and get the drinks in, I'll only be a few minutes?"

A sudden shocked expression appeared on her face, "I, I don't know if I can do that!"

"Sure y' can -- mines a glass or merlot." I closed the bathroom door.

It went down hill then. Firstly I had a fight with the shower controls as I couldn't get the right temperature. Then when I got out of the shower the telephone was ringing; it was my boss who wanted to go over his speech he was giving the next morning. What should have been fifteen minutes turned into fifty? When I got down to the bar I was expecting a roasting from Angie.

At first I couldn't see Angie as there were a crowd of guys, office types, crowding round the bar closest to the entrance. I got to the bar and saw Angie sitting at the far end with her back to me.

Angie again shocked me; there was my prudish wife who wouldn't speak with anyone now unless she'd known them for several months sitting in a bar, in London, speaking with an old man -- a stranger...

I was so shocked that I wanted to make sure that they were really talking and that she'd hadn't just given him the brash off. So I walked round the outskirts of the room until I got to a position where I could clearly see the two of them.

Sure enough they were talking and what's more Angie looked like she was enjoying his company and she started to laugh at something he'd said.

The man was well into his sixties short with a balding head with a narrow white moustache along his top lip. What drew your attention most though was his large pot belly that hung well over his trousers. He was dressed in a suit but from where I was standing not in a good state of repair. He really looked like a travelling salesman on bad times. 

Angie was sitting on the bar stool while her new friend was standing in front of her with a pint glass half full in his hand. What I notice most was when ever Angie looked away from him he would look at her legs. It was then I became aware of her skirt had ridden up big time. I suppose due to the fact that it was short anyway it wouldn't take much for it to ride up if it were unchecked by the wearer. And this was unchecked even from where I was standing I could glimpse some stocking top. What he could see from his position God only knows.

I thought it time I made my entrance.

I approached them just as Angie threw her head back with laughter. The old man had obviously told her another joke and once again he looked at her legs. As I came along side Angie I looked down to find her legs slightly parted and that he was probably looking at her panty covered crotch.

I touched Angie on the shoulder and she looked at me and smiled. The look I got from the old man was predatory; he was clearly thinking he was on a winner with Angie.

"Hi darling," she looked at the old man, "This is my husband, Peter. Peter this is Sid he's in sales just the same as you."

"Hi, Sid it's nice to meet you."

Sid was crestfallen as he looked up at me, "Peter," he replied taking my hand and gave me one of the limpest hand shake I'd ever had.

I looked down at her legs and Angie saw me, she immediately realised her skirt needed pulling down and did so very quickly.

"Well thanks for looking after my wife, Sid. It appears she was having a good time but we're going into dinner now," I looked at Angie, "Shall we go?"

"Yes of course. Thanks for a nice time, Sid." Angie said to him with a nice warm smile. We left to enter the restaurant leaving Sid rather deflated.

We were shown to our table and ordered a bottle of wine.

"I see you were having a nice time with, Sid?"

"It was okay. But you were a long time?"

"I'm sorry about that. I couldn't get the shower to work at first and once I was out the boss phoned."

"It took me a while to get the shower to work. What did your boss want?"

"He wanted to go through his speech with me. He's got a to speak to all of us tomorrow morning, he's asked me to go to the conference a bit earlier so that he can practise on it."

"I saw old Sid getting an eye full?"

Angie looked at me puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"Well he was certainly looking at your legs quite a bit. Not that I blame him you have lovely legs even more so when you're wearing stockings."

"What!" Angie's face turned deep red with embarrassment.

"You mean you didn't notice the fact that your skirt was so high he could see the tops of your stockings?"

"Oh my God; he must think I'm a tart or something," Angie interrupted. Her look of shock was so real.

"But from his position he was probably looking at your panties!"

"Oh no, I'm going to change," Angie said disgusted. She was completely lost for words and the shock was clearly evident on her face. Angie made to get up grabbing for her handbag.

"Sit down, Angie and don't be silly these things happen."

"But . . ."

"You're know more of a tart that the next woman. Sit down and order your meal, the waitress is coming."

Angie sat and put her bag on the floor.

The waitress took our order and then hesitated, "if you don't mind me saying but that outfit you're wearing I really like it." She looked Angie up and down smiling and looking slightly embarrassed.

"What did I tell you, case closed?" I added.

"Would you tell me where you got it from?"

"Um, well I got it today it was one of those little boutiques down Carnaby Street."

"Well it suites you. Everything about it makes you look real good." The waitress smiled and went off with out order.

Angie sat flabbergasted. Her mind was reeling from what the waitress said.

"See I told you didn't I?"

"Yes you did. Going by what you said I suppose Sid thought he was in for a chance with me." Angie said.

"I had that thought went I saw him looking at you. When I turned up he was about to tell me to bugger off but you introduced me as your husband and thwarted all of his plans for tonight."

"He must think me easy," Angie added perplexed.

"Don't worry about it, Angie he's seen no more than what you would've seen on the beach."

"I suppose you're right, but because of what you've said I feel dirty."

"Well you shouldn't."

We had our meal chatted throughout. We hadn't done this for a very long time and we were both enjoying the evening.

Music started in the bar with a disco playing eighties music. Angie and I got up and went into the bar. A few people were already dancing and we found a table not to far from the dance floor. I got us another bottle of wine and we sat watching the dancers.

Angie was always a girl who loved to dance. Even now the music was making gently gig in her seat, but she would never get up on her own. It would always be me who would instigate the dancing and from then on she was lost to the music and only came back to the table for refreshment.

After a while I took her onto the floor and we danced to a tune and then I returned to our table, Angie remained on the floor dancing away without a care in the world. For my part I just love to watch her, and now that she was well dressed and looking sexy watching her dance was a delight.

The evening went on and Angie was back and forth drinking her wine. She sat with me for a while and as we sat quietly watching the dancers Sid turned up. The short pot bellied man walked up to our table.

"Hi there," he said with a tentative smile, "Any chance I might join you folks?" he called over the music.

I indicated for him to sit but before he did he called back saying he would get some more wine.

Sid returned a few minutes later with another bottle of wine and sat next to me. Angie coloured up with embarrassment I thought I might have over stepped the mark by allowing him to sit with us especially after what we'd discussed over dinner. Sid however didn't really pay Angie much attention as he started to talk to me about business. In fact he was trying to fish out information about the company but I led him around a bit not giving anything away. We talked for a good hour and in that time Angie was having the time of her life on the dance floor. I have to say she loves dancing with a passion.

After that Sid gave trying to grill me and went to the bathroom. The wine had dried up so I got another bottle. When I looked over at Angie again I saw Sid on the dance floor with her. He was strutting his bit to the music. He wasn't actually dancing with Angie but he was keeping close.

The music tempo changed and Angie came to the table for more wine.

"Old Sid there isn't a bad mover for his age?" I said to her

She looked back at the old man still dancing. "Yeah he's ok," she replied and then returned to floor. 

It was Sid's turned to come back to the table and he knocked back a good half of his pint. He was sweating profusely and he sat down breathing heavily.

"It's really hot in here." He commented. I knew it was more to do with him being unfit.

Then a slow tune came on and that was my cue. I got up and joined Angie on the floor and we started dancing together. I held her close feeling her breast against my chest. I really felt great holding my new sexy wife. We moved round the floor jostling with the other dancers as we moved and fought for our little spot. The music went on and I think we both went off into our own little comfort zone as we felt the warmth our bodies against each other. I don't remember how long we were together but I was in heaven. I'd forgotten what it was like to dance with Angie as she clung close to me, to feel her breathing and where she'd being dancing for so long a her beating hard in her chest. The sensation was so intoxicating that I really didn't want to let her go -- ever.

But my reverie very quickly came to an end.

I felt someone touch my shoulder and I look up to find Sid standing there smiling, "Can I butt in here, Pete?"

He caught me of guard I suppose. I really didn't know what I was doing and step away from Angie and he took my place. I stood there and watched as he put his arms round her waist and pulled her close. The cosy warmth of our joining suddenly disappeared as he began to move her round the floor. I saw Angie's face and it was one of desperation and the question why.