5 comments/ 40983 views/ 35 favorites Cum Dancing By: HerLittlePiggy "I want to dance," my pretty wife giggled as she held my hand and tried to pull me into the crowded nightclub. Dancing wasn't my thing but my wife loved it, especially when she'd been drinking and we were both more than a little drunk. I shook my head and resisted her attempt to drag me into the club. It was getting late and I wanted to get home to finish the evening right. "Please," she slurred noticeably. Her bottom lip curled into her perfected little girl pout and she looked at me with soft, pleading green eyes that were nearly impossible to resist. "I'll make it worth your while." Her hips gyrated slowly, leaving no doubt what she was offering and my resistance softened. I knew it was an empty promise because when she drank there was a small window between sexy drunk and sleepy drunk and one more drink would likely slam that window shut. "Just for a little bit," I acquiesced. "Yay," she squealed as she dragged me into the loud, dark nightclub. The room was packed with men, women and couples, Heavy bass thumped my sternum and the smells of sweat, cologne and perfume battled for supremacy as my eyes adjusted to the dim, club lighting. "What do you want to drink Baby," I asked as she split off towards the dance floor while I made a bee line for the bar. "You know what I like," my sexy wife replied with a bright smile. Her eyes glimmered and her thick, curvaceous body began to writhe to the beat of the hard, heavy dance music as her innuendo danced in my head. I knew what she wanted and I stepped into line at the bar. My wife had already found a dance partner by the time I returned with her drink, a vodka and cranberry made impressively strong by a bartender who didn't realize that I didn't want her to get any more drunk. I didn't mind that she'd found someone else to dance with because it got me out of doing the white guy shuffle while my wife danced for real. Her moves were raw and sensual and her partner clearly liked them. His eyes moved from hers, down her body, and then back to her face, and he nodded appreciatively. He was in his mid twenties and average height with a muscular body, a medium brown complexion and long dreadlocks. His dance moves were on par with my wife's and in minutes it looked like they'd been dancing together for years. They fed off each other and I immediately saw the chemistry between them. My wife turned away from him and faced me as she stuck out her big round ass towards her dance partner. She'd been a petite girl with big d cup breasts when we'd met but fifteen years and two kids later she was thick and curvy with an hourglass figure and dd tits. It had taken a few years for her to embrace her curves but at forty she owned them like few younger women could. Her hands moved up to her tits as her gorgeous ass swayed to the music. Her pretty green eyes held my gaze and she moved her hands down her torso smoothing her tight blue dress over her flat stomach towards her groin. Her eyes widened as her partner grabbed hold of her full hips and moved with her. He was bold and assuming but at the same time he was young and appeared harmless and fun. I watched my wife struggle for a few moments of indecision before going with the flow. She reached down and put her hands on top of his while they swayed together, fore and aft, and side to side. Their hands moved in unison up her body as she stared at me with a glazed look on her pretty face. I'd seen that look before. She was more drunk than I had realized and her inhibitions were gone. She smiled playfully at me as she guided her partners hands to her big beautiful tits. He boldly cupped them and she released his hands, reaching back to touch his strong torso, pulling him close as their hips gyrated in time with the music. It wasn't out of character for my pretty wife to flirt and tease other men especially when she'd been drinking. She'd been a flirt when we met ten years earlier, we both had been, and that's how we'd met but I was 7 years her senior. I'd largely outgrown my flirtatious ways while she still enjoyed toying with and teasing guys especially when I was with her just to see if she could get a rise out of me. I liked watching her move and in fact I was enjoying watching the two of them together. There were strong sexual undertones in the way they both danced and it fed my voyeuristic tendencies. My wife turned to face her partner and ran her hands up his muscular body as one song morphed into the next. Her fingers laced into his thick dreads and her body bumped against his, openly simulating sex as she cupped his face and flashed him a sexy smile. My cock began to swell as I watched them move sensuously together in unison. My wife threw her head back, her short, dark hair was soaked with sweat and beads of perspiration rolled from her forehead down her cheeks before dripping into the deep valley of cleavage afforded by her low cut dress. I'd never been a jealous man and I still wasn't. I loved her enough to want to see her happy and it was incredibly erotic watching my sexy wife dance like that with another man. I grazed my hand across my semi turgid dick to test just how excited I was and I stifled a low involuntary moan. The song ended and my wife hugged her parter tight pressing her sweaty body against his. She kissed him lightly on the lips and I felt a jolt in my chest as she took his hand and led him over to the high top table where I was standing, waiting with her drink. "Thanks Baby," she said, grabbing her drink and downing it in one shot. "This us Malcolm. He likes to dance, unlike you." I grinned and she flashed me a sassy defiant smile before leaning in and kissing me lightly. "He's good at it too. You two dance well together. I was enjoying the show," I told her playfully. I discretely grabbed her hand and guided it to my still turgid manhood to show her the effect they were having on me and she gave me a warm, knowing smile. My wife and I had occasionally toyed with the idea of swinging but we'd never crossed the line from fantasy to reality. Our interest in swinging had started out because she was bicurious and wanted to experience a threesome with another woman but finding a single bisexual woman was more difficult than finding Bigfoot in the forest. So we began to toy with the idea of finding another couple with whom we could play and swing. We'd joined a popular swingers website but we had never found anyone with whom we had the right chemistry despite chatting at length on line with several couples. Malcolm returned from the bar with two drinks, a beer for him and another vodka and cranberry for my wife. "Thank you," she said as she touched his strong arm and looked into his warm, dark eyes. She sipped her drink and from the look on her face it was another strong one. Her right hand rested on his while her left discretely rubbed my erection through my pants. It was a surreal moment and I wondered where we were headed. "Ooh, I love this song," my wife squealed moments later. She squeezed my turgid dick hard, quickly gulped the rest of her drink and then dragged Malcolm back onto the dance floor. Malcolm looked at me and shrugged and I nodded knowingly. I knew all to well that when my wife wanted to do something she did it. She'd always been a go getter and I loved that about her. Her zest for life and her take charge demeanor were two of her best traits. They danced together for the next hour. Several times two of Malcolm's friends joined them and my wife danced with all three of them. She was in her element. She loved attention, she loved to dance and with three well build young men dancing with her she was all smiles. My wife's tight blue dress clung to her sweat soaked, curvaceous body and her cheeks and chest were both pink and flushed. Her nipples strained against the lacy fabric of her bra and were clearly visible through her dress, even from across the room, as she danced between the three young, fit men. Malcolm's friends were both average height black men in their twenties. All three of them looked like young professionals. They were well dressed, well built and attractive and I could see why my wife was dancing with them. Malcolm placed his hands on my wife's hips and hers roamed over his broad, muscular chest. She gazed up at him with lust filled eyes as his two friends touched and discretely groped her soft, sexy body. She didn't stop or even dissuade them and they grew bolder with each passing moment. My chest heaved and I rubbed and squeezed my cock under the table in the dimly lit, crowded night club. My heart pounded in my chest and my eyes were afixed to them all. Malcolm leaned down and kissed my wife and she shamelessly melted into his strong arms as they kissed deep and wet. I'd never seen her kiss another man like that, though I had seen her kiss women that way, and it made my head spin. I was dazed and shocked. Everything was happening fast and I watched as the kiss ended and my wife leaned against him and whispered in his ear. She led Malcolm and his friends off the dance floor and smiled at me sexily. "I have to pee," she giggled as she moved past me towards the ladies room. She left Malcolm's friends, John and Trevor, at the table with me and then pulled him with her towards the bathrooms. My heart was racing and beads of sweat formed on my brow. I watched her pause at the door before looking around for a moment to see who was looking. Then she swung the door open and quickly pulled Malcolm into the ladies room with her. My mind was reeling and I was dumbfounded as I tried to reconciled what was happening. My cock was rock hard and straining in my pants. My chest heaved as I drew significant oxygen into my lungs to clear my cloudy head. I gulped down the rest of my scotch and pulled a $50 from my pocket. "This round is on me guys," I said trying to sound calm and cool. "Get me a Glenlivet neat. A double and a Grey Goose and cranberry for my wife. The rest is yours." I handed them the money and they quickly walked to the bar before I changed my mind. My head was conjuring up images of my wife in the bathroom with a man she'd just met and it felt like the room was spinning slowly around me. My eyes were trained on the ladies' room door and I was discretely rubbing my throbbing cock through my pants. "Some woman just dragged a guy into the stall with her," a young, scantily clad blonde woman said to her friend as she walked past me. "Oh my god, could you hear them going at it?" The dark haired friend asked eagerly. They continued past me, towards the bar, and their words were drown out by the loud thumping music. I felt simultaneously excited and nauseous. My cock throbbed incessantly in my pants. It was uncomfortable to move and I couldn't deny my excitement. I rubbed my aching dick harder as I imagined my theretofore faithful and monogamous wife in a ladies' room stall with another man. It felt dreamlike. And surreal. My mouth was dry and I had a pit in my belly. I watched and waited. Seconds felt like minutes and minutes seemed like hours. Malcolm's friends returned with my drink and I immediately sucked it down my gullet. The peaty flavor burned my throat and I looked first at them and then back towards the ladies' room. John and Trevor stood in uncomfortable silence while they sipped their beers and we all avoided eye contact until at last my wife returned with a smiling Malcolm in tow. "Hey Baby," She said nonchalantly. Her lips pressed against mine and her tongue slipped into my mouth as she purred softly. She was a bundle of energy and she ground her hips against my leg, letting me know how hot she still was before she pulled back and smiled knowingly at me. "Did you fuck him," I whispered softly in her ear. My hands rested on the gentle flare from her narrow waist to her wide hips and she rubbed my painfully hard dick with one hand while her other continued to hold Malcolm's ebony fingers. "Maybe a little," my wife giggled, loud and proud. "It was kinda cramped in the stall. I sucked his dick too. He's got a nice one. Do you want another taste." She laughed louder and kissed me hard, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. I could taste a salty flavor on her lips and I groaned from the hedonistic decadence of her brazen kiss. She squeezed my dick hard and pulled back again. "He wants us to go with him to his place," she panted. Her eyes fluttered with excitement and she looked at me with a hungry pleading gaze. "Okay," I said softly as I bent to her needy enthusiasm. I couldn't believe what we were about to do but I couldn't deny that I wanted it too. Malcolm and I walked down the sidewalk with my drunk, horny wife sandwiched between us and his two friends in tow. I had been a little surprised when she asked them to join us before we left, but given her ravenous state I shouldn't have been surpised by anything. My heart thumped wildly in my chest as Malcolm slid his key into the lock of his third floor apartment. My wife, clearly drunk and as horny as I'd ever seen her, pressed her body against Malcolm's back and slid her hands under the front of his shirt while she waited, impatiently, for him to unlock the door. "Are you gonna fuck me righ this time?" She whispered to him. Her tongue traced the outline of his left ear and her left hand moved down his powerful, young body to his crotch. "Are you gonna make me your little white whore while my husband watches?" Her voice was low and raspy. It was so filled with lust and need that it sounded foreign to me. The door swung open and the atmosphere around me changed. Malcolm stepped inside and pulled my wife into his strong arms. His right hand laced into her short hair and he pulled tight, making her squeal like a piggy, as his left lifted the hem of her short dress up past her full hips, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy. She'd been wearing a small black thong when we'd left our house for dinner earlier that night and I assumed she'd lost that in the ladies room of the club. "Yeah I'm gonna fuck you baby," he said firmly. "We're all gonna fuck you tonight." He pulled her head back by her hair, her neck craining and her face tilted up towards the ceiling. Her eyes were wide and filled with a mix of fear and excitement. She had liked rough sex for as long as I'd known her and I knew she loved what he was doing. Malcolm pushed my wife back against the wall of his apartment and kissed her hard as he continued to grip her hair with his right hand. His left hand pushed the straps of her dress and bra off her shoulders and her big, natural tits popped free as her dress bunched around her narrow waist. My wife whimpered like a scolded puppy. Her curvy body squirmed and writhed and she kissed him deep and wet. It was unreal watching him manhandle and kiss my pretty wife but my cock grew rigid again in the tight comfines of my pants, betraying my excitement as she fumbled with Malcolm's zipper. "That's it baby, take it our for me," he praised. His demeanor at the club had, to me, seemed flirty and confident but inside his apartment he was rough, aggressive and dominant. I knew my wife liked dominant men and I wondered if he'd been that way with her on the dance floor and in the bathroom. That, as much as her drunk state, would explain how he'd seduced my wife while all others had theretofore failed. She pulled his cock from his pants and my eyes widened. He had an impressive piece. It was longer and thicker than my above average dick and I felt a forboding pit form in my belly. She'd once expressed a desire to have a threesome with a well hung guy but her reasons had not been what I'd expected. We'd been chatting with a couple at the time who seemed nice and attractive and we'd learned that they were both bisexual. That knowledge seemed to awaken something inside my pretty wife and while we'd both previously agreed that guy/guy sex did nothing for us she began to get excited by the idea of watching me suck a cock, and a really big cock at that. My reaction at first had been a resolute "not gonna happen," but as time passed and we'd explored those fantasies I'd realized that under the right circumstances it could be hot to take a hard, throbbing dick into my mouth. My wife's small, pale hand circled his big, ebony dick and she moaned wantonly into his mouth. Her thick body twisted and writhed but her movements were limited by his firm grasp of her hair and the space between Malcolm and the apartment wall. "Can I taste you again," she pleaded softly as she gazed into his eyes with a warm, hungry stare. She had goosebumps on her arms and chest and her bottom lip curled into a needy pout. "Please baby." "Yeah you can suck my dick," Malcolm said playfully. "You can suck all our dicks," he continued, reminding me that we were not alone and I quickly glanced behind me at John and Trevor. They were both naked and while their cocks were notnat impressive as Malcolm's they were both rock hard and ready. They moved around my sexy wife as Malcolm pushed her roughly to her knees on the stained carpeted floor without releasing his grip on her hair. She gasped and mewed softly and her hands moved immediately to Malcolm's thick, muscular thighs. Her eyes locked with his and she ran her open mouth up and down his prodigious shaft as she moaned wantonly. Malcolm guided the head of his big dick into my wife's willing mouth and his hips started to jog slowly fore and aft. He pushed it into her throat making her choke and gag with each thrust as he gripped her head by her short hair. Her hands moved to the two hot, young men beside her and she grabbed each of their hard dicks. My wife looked radiant and beautiful with a cock in her mouth and one in each hand. The contrast between her creamy alabaster skin was extremely erotic and her hands jerked the two friend's dicks while Malcolm roughly fucked her throat. I slowly stripped naked while I stared at the beautiful sight before me with wide, unblinking eyes. My mouth was parched and my heart was racing. My tongue circled my lips as my eyes fixated on my wife's pretty mouth, while Malcolm's glistening brown cock glided in and out of it. I felt a powerful draw pulling me towards them and I wanted to join my wife on the floor between them but I wasn't sure how that would be received so I watched and waited. My hand gripped my dick, which was as hard as stone, and I stroked and squeezed it while I watched my wife suck and stroke the dicks of three men whom she barely knew. Malcolm roughly pulled my wife to her feet by her hair and pinned her against the wall. He grabbed her leg and lifted it up as he bent and spread his legs until his saliva coated dick was poised at the entrance of her frothy hole. "Oh God yes," my wife panted. Her hands moved around his back and she lifted his shirt over his head exposing his dark torso to her eager eyes. "Fuck me baby," she slurred. Her fingers curled, digging her painted blue nails into his chocolate flesh as she looked at him with a ravenous hunger in her pretty green eyes. Malcolm pushed his hips forward sinking his big cock balls deep inside her. He released his tight grip on her dark hair and moved to the tender pale flesh of her throat. Her eyes widened and a big smile spread across her beautiful face. His powerful forearms flexed and he squeezed her vulnerable throat as his hips began to thrust hard and fast. My wife panted and moaned loudly and her lips quivered. Her fingers raked down his muscular back and her chest heaved as her breathing deepened. She cried out and her eyes rolled back as intense waves of pleasure washed over her. I'd seen her cum hard and I'd seen her cum fast but I'd never seen her cum that hard, that fast before. The thick pungent smell of sex filled the air and my mouth hung open as I breathed it into my lungs. I could taste her arousal on my tongue and my mouth began to water. She and I had always had tremendous body chemistry and the smell and taste of her consumed me. Cum Dancing My wife opened her eyes as her climax ebbed and she glanced over her shoulder at me. She flashed me a weak smile before turning back to Malcolm and nodding. His hands circled her neck and he squeezed tighter blocking the flow of oxygen into her lungs as he thrust deep and hard into her depths. The wet, squishy sound of his dick pistoning into her gaping hole and his body slapping hard against hers rang in my ears and I slowed my hand over my dick to stop my building climax. "Hey," Malcolm said abruptly, "why don't you make yourself useful and lick your girls ass." He turned them around so his back was against the wall, pointed to the floor and looked expectantly at me as he softened his grip on my wife's throat. I'd never been one to get bossed around by another guy, and certainly not one twenty years my junior and 6 inches shorter than me, but he had a commanding presence despite his youth and I obediently dropped to my knees behind my wife. I spread the cheeks of her sexy, heart shaped ass apart and ran my tongue up the length of her smooth, Brazilian waxed crack. My wife moaned deep and low and her body rocked as Malcolm continued to fuck her hard and fast. I was surprised that he could fuck her so vigorously for so long without cuming but he showed great stamina and I was a little awestruck. My tongue penetrated her tight, rubbery sphincter and she groaned softly. She loved anal play, both giving and receiving, and her body responded to my knowing tongue. The fact that I was just inches from Malcolm's hard dick was not lost on me and I fought the powerful urge to slip lower and make accidental contact with his shaft. "Oh fuck," my wife groaned, "oh shit. Don't stop. Harder baby, I'm gonna cum." She grunted and moaned as Malcolm fucked her even harder. His balls slapped lightly against my chin and his friends finally joined back into the action after stroking themselves and watching. John moved to my wife's left and grabbed her leg with one hand as he pawed at her big, natural tit with the other. The musky scent of his manly body wafted over my and my head began to swirl with a myriad of homoerotic desires. He had a nice athletic body that was nearly hairless, matching his shiny bald head, and a light mocha complexion with a slightly above average dick that I was sure I could handle without issue. Trevor flanked my wife on her right and pressed his lips against hers. I looked up and saw him grab my wife's hair, pulling it hard while Malcolm held her throat and fucked her at a dizzying pace. Trevor was thicker built than the other two and he had a nice fat, unclipped dick. His body smelled fresh and clean and I eyed his cock like a starving man would look at a steak. I wanted to taste it and I was almost willing to chance a beating to do so. I felt Trevor looking at me and I sheepishly glanced up at him. He had a wry grin on his boyish face and he nodded knowingly as he turned his hips slightly until the tip of his cock brushed against my cheeks. "Go for it man," Trevor said in a thick Caribbean accent. I flashed him an inquisitive look and continued to lick my wife's tight asshole. Saliva oozed from my mouth making her ass slippery and wet and I eased two fingers inside it as I turned and kissed the tip of Trevor's pretty dick. The tangy flavor of precum coated my lips and I moaned softly. Trevor's strong hand slid down my wife's body and cupped my head as his hips pushed gently forward. I couldn't believe what I was doing. I had sometimes wondered, of late, what it would be like to suck a cock and the taste and feel was mind blowing. My lips parted and I eagerly welcomed his warm, throbbing manhood into my mouth as my fingers pumped into the hot depths of my pretty wife's asshole. Trevor grabbed my head and pushed his cock down my throat just like Malcolm had done earlier to my wife. His hips started to thrust and I opened my throat and surrendered to the power in his arms and hips. My fingers slipped from my wife's asshole and I turned my body to face Trevor's. My hands caressed his legs and I cupped his balls with one hand while the other kneaded his smooth, muscled ass. I was surpised at how erotic and sexy it felt to touch a man's body and I focused all of my attention on pleasing him. John pushed me out of the way and I heard my sexy, drunk wife moan uncontrollably as he fed his cock into her ass. She and I sometimes used a small dildo to simulate a double penetration so it wasn't the first time she'd been double stuffed but both Malcolm and John were bigger than me and my latex friend. I reached down between my legs and stroked my hard dick while Trevor fucked my mouth like a pro. He seemed to have no issue with having a man between his legs and I was sure I was not the first guy to take his cock. His hips moved faster and his breathing quickened but after at least fifteen minutes he seemed no closer to cumming and he pulled my lips off his dick. My wife, Malcolm and John had moved over to a somewhat worn couch where John knelt in front of her with his cock in her mouth while Malcolm forced his big slippery dick back into her sloppy wet cunt. Her muffled cries were a mix of pleasure and pain and I saw her hand working her still needy clit before Trevor spun me around and pushed my face against the wall. He spat into his palm and smeared his saliva into my ass crack and then repeated the process with his big, uncut cock. My heart was racing and my mind was reeling. I had never even considered the idea of taking a cock into my ass and the idea simultaneously terrified and excited me. "Relax your ass man or this is gonna hurt," Trevor warned. He rubbed the slick tip of his prick over my sphincter and I breathed deep. I exhaled slowly and relaxed my balloon knot letting him ease the tip inside him. I winced in pain and struggled to relax as the first few inches entered me. My eyes closed and I grabbed hold of my dick. I was only semi erect but when he pushed deep my cock inflated in my hand. John grunted from across the room and I heard my wife choke and swallow as he busted a nut in her mouth. She'd never been one to swallow but I suspected that he hadn't given her a choice and, truthfully, I didn't hear her complain. Trevor fucked me hard and fast. His big thick cock felt enormous in my virgin ass but the pain morphed into a warm, pleasurable feeling almost immediately. My grunts and moans filled the room and I felt his cock grow bigger and harder in the moments before he exploded inside of me, painting my bowels with his thick, hot seed. Trevor pulled his spent dick from my gaping ass and I slumped to the floor. I still hadn't cum and neither had Malcolm. He was deep inside of my wife, touching places I could only dream. Her eyes were closed and her face contorted as another climax rocked her thick, sweat soaked body. "That's it baby," Malcolm said softly. "Let it go." I'd lost track of how many times she'd cum. She looked exhausted and well used but he seemed fresh and eager for more. My wife glanced at me and smiled weakly as Malcolm guided her onto her hands and knees. His huge cock was still rock hard and it glimmered from root to tip from a generous coating of her succulent juices. "Are you ready for the finale baby," Malcolm asked playfully. He pushed her head down and then grabbed her wide hips. "Yes," she whimpered as he thrust deep. He pushed his rhumb into her asshole and then backed his cock out until just the tip was inside her. "Finish me baby." Malcolm thrust into my wife like a jackhammer. The thumb of his left hand was 2 knuckles deep in her ass and his right hand gripped her soft, fleshy hip. His body slapped loudly against hers making a deep cupping sound that I knew I'd never forget. "Are you there?" He grunted. Sweat rolled down his chocolate colored back and his strong glutes flexed as his hips thrust. Malcolm groaned and pushed his big dick balls deep. His balls tightened andbhis cock twitched as he erupted into my wife's warm womb. He stayed inside her and thrust slowly for several minutes after his climax had ebbed. Their combined juices coated his semi-turgid shaft with a white frothy lather and my wife cooed and mewed softly. Her voice oozed contentment and she whimpered sadly when he pulled his spent cock from her smoldering embrace. "Your turn man," he snickered. He pointed at my wife's wrecked pussy and flashed me a triumphant grin. "Not sure if she'll notice you're inside her but give it a try." I knelt on the couch behind my wife and looked at her sloppy, oozing pussy. The room reeked of cum and pussy and my nostrils flared. I breathed deep, drawing the rich, pungent aroma into my lungs. My cock sank effortlessly into her cum filled hole and my pulse quickened. I thrust hard and fast but Malcolm had been right. It was like a ringing a bell as my cock sloshed around in her gaping cum drenched pussy. My body tensed and I came hard inside my wife's frothy, well used pussy, adding my seed to Malcolm's in the depths of her womb. I felt waves of remorse and regret in the aftermath of my climax. My wife and I dressed in silence after we finished and she exchanged cell numbers while I tried desperately to work through the confusion in my mind. The next day life went on as if nothing had happened. My wife and I talked later, once the shock and emotions from the night had lessened in intensity, and we agreed that it was a night we'd never forget but it wasn't something we would actively seek out again. If something like that was to happen it would be organically and if it didn't that was fine too. "I just wish I had a better view of you sucking dick and getting fucked by him," she teased. "Because that was hot as fuck Baby." "Maybe you'll get another chance someday," I replied with an impish grin and the truth was that I hoped that she would because I'd enjoyed it a great deal.