15 comments/ 20139 views/ 2 favorites Dancing By: BradCarpenter Author's Note: A couple years ago I was wondering if I could write a story that was entirely dialog. This is the story that came out of that experiment. Everything blow the line of stars is fiction. It is entirely made up. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Hey, guys. I just had to post this here. I know you're going to like this. I bought a used computer on eBay for my kids and was cleaning up the hard disk when I found it. Look's like the computer used to belong to someone who typed up notes and stuff for a shrink or a marriage counselor. Anyhow, I just couldn't keep this to myself. Enjoy! -- ---- Included file: hoffman09.doc----------- Dr. Carter: This is tape of session nine with Scott and Carla Hoffman, recorded by Dr. Susan Carter 7:30 PM, April 18, 2009. # # # Good evening, Carla. Good evening, Scott. Please, have a seat. Would either of you like a soft drink, coffee, water? No? Fine. Let's review where we were last time. I gave you an assignment to help you establish better communications. You were each to make a list of activities you like but seldom do, and then you were each to select one activity from the other's list to do together. How did that work for you? Scott: Well, Dr. Carter, we finished our lists, but we have only had time to do one thing from Carla's list. Dr. Carter: That is fine. The important thing was to get started. What activity did you choose? Scott: We went dancing. Dr. Carter: Very good. Carla, you like dancing? Carla: Oh yes, Dr. Carter. I have always just loved to dance. I was on the dance team in high school and always spent as much time as I could in college hanging out at the clubs. Scott: I'm really glad we went dancing; it turned into something extra special. Carla: Scott! Dr. Carter: Let's explore that a little. Carla: Please, Dr. Carter, do we have to? Dr. Carter: I think so, Carla. Dancing was something from your list, and it sounds as if Scott enjoyed it also. A key to strengthening your marriage is to enjoy shared experiences. Talking about it here may provide each of you with a deeper understanding of your common interests. Also, your assignment included discussing your results. Please, tell me more about it. Carla: Well, okay. I was so pleased that Scott actually wanted to take me dancing ... Scott: I told Carla that we ought to do it up right, so we went shopping and I bought her this great red dress. Just a touch of cleavage and all these dangling triangles at the bottom. She looked absolutely great in it. We had a great dinner and then went to a great dance club that Jerry, my best pal, told me about. Well, we got there and were waiting in this long line when I see Jerry talking to the doorman or bouncer or whatever he was and I give Jerry a shout and he comes back and takes us up to the front with him. The bouncer guy must have known Jerry pretty well, because he opened up the rope and waved us right in. I asked Jerry where his date was and he said that taking a date to Off The Hook was like taking your own cake to a wedding. He claimed that he always went in alone but never left that way. Jerry insisted that we join him at his table, and what the hey, why not? Dr. Carter: Carla, how did you feel about this? Carla: Well, I really liked all of Scott's attention and all. The dress was really nice, but it showed too much chest. Scott: Oh, come on, Carla. Dr. Carter: Scott, please let Carla continue. Carla: Well, maybe it didn't show too much, but it did show more than I'm used to. Anyhow, I really liked the dinner and all. It was nice for Scott that we ran into his friend--and I really wanted to go to Off The Hook, it was so cool. I was a little disappointed though because I was having so much fun being out with Scott and it wasn't the same once Jerry was there. Scott: I'll say, but you sure seemed to enjoy Jerry's company later. Carla: Scott! Please. Dr. Carter: Scott, Carla is sharing her feelings. Carla, please continue. Carla: I mean, Jerry was nice enough and all that, but it had been so neat to be doing something new, something romantic, with Scott. When the three of us got to the table, Scott and Jerry huddled on one side of the table with me on the other and I couldn't hear what they were saying. I was feeling kind of left out. And then every now and then one of them would nudge the other and like point with their eyes at some woman on the dance floor. There I was on a date with my husband and stranded like a wallflower at a high school dance. Scott hadn't danced with me since our wedding, and I really wanted to dance with him, so I waited until they played a nice slow song and grabbed his wrist and kind of pulled him to the dance floor. We no sooner got on the floor and Scott grabbed my behind and pulled me against him so his thing was rubbing me. I was dancing with my own husband, but I felt kinda dirty. Dr. Carter: I see, Carla. Scott, what were you feeling? Scott: Hey, I was feeling great. I was in the primo club in the city; my wife looked like a million bucks; my best bud and I were downing a few and taking in the scene. What's not to like? Dr. Carter: Go on. Scott: Carla got me out on the floor and that was nice. I held her real close, and her breasts were rubbing against me. I'd tried to convince her to go without the bra, but that's not Carla. I looked over at our table and Jerry wasn't there. The slow number finished and they started some fast thing. I dropped Carla at the table and swung by the bar for another round. I saw Jerry talking up a couple chicks, then move on to another, and then another. It was going to be great to give him a hard time Monday about getting shot down at his 'sure-thing club.' Dr. Carter: I think that we are getting a little off track here. We need to focus on the two of you. Scott: I'm getting to it, Doc. Jerry finally got back to our table and I guess he noticed that Carla was moping because he asked me if it was okay if he asked Carla to dance. I told him to go for it; maybe she'd cheer-up. Dr. Carter: How did that make you feel? Scott: No problem for me. I was enjoying the music and the booze, and I can't dance worth a shit anyway. Dr. Carter: Carla, what were you feeling? Carla: Well, you know, I was sorta disappointed that Scott didn't want to dance, but Jerry was such a perfect gentleman and all. I mean, he asked Scott's permission first, then he was so elegant when he asked me 'for the pleasure of this dance.' It was a fast dance and Jerry's a great dancer. It felt so good to be moving to the music and Jerry had great moves... Scott: I guess he did. Dr. Carter: Scott, you will have your time to talk. Please stop interrupting Carla. Carla, please continue. Carla: Well anyhow, Jerry and I danced several fast dances and then they played a slow one. Jerry said that he should return me to my husband, but Scott wasn't at the table, so I said that we could go ahead and dance the slow one too. Even during the slow dance, Jerry was such a gentleman. He kept his hand on my back and didn't once try to push our bodies together. He made me feel like a lady. Once, I looked back at the table and saw that Scott was back and had a couple whiskeys and a couple empties in front of him. I didn't worry about Scott getting drunk; I was lost in the music. Jerry was dancing like those people you see on TV or in the movies, and it was wonderful. I lost all track of time. I could have just kept dancing all night, but before I knew it the club was closing. Dr. Carter: Scott, what were you feeling while Carla was dancing with your friend? Scott: No pain. Like I said before it was great booze and great music and Carla wasn't moping around ruining my buzz. Dr. Carter: I understand that the evening of dancing was an attempt at the communications assignment, but so far I cannot see that it was any help. Scott: Carla, I don't remember the next part very well. You tell the doc what happened next. Carla: Well, you see, the club was closing and Scott was pretty drunk, and I can't drive Scott's car because it is a stick. Jerry came to the rescue; he offered to drive and help me get Scott home. When we got home, Scott crashed in the recliner and started snoring. I was still in a glow from the dancing and didn't want the evening to end so I offered Jerry a cup of coffee. When I brought the coffee to Jerry, I thanked him for dancing with me and making the evening so wonderful. I gave him a quick little kiss, just to say thanks, but--I guess because I was still aglow from the dancing--I felt a tingle run up and down my spine. Jerry was still a gentleman; he said that we were in dangerous territory. I don't know what came over me. I felt so wonderful, so grateful, so sexy and all. I guess I forgot that I was married and that my husband was asleep on a recliner in the living room. I put my arms around Jerry and gave him a real kiss. This time Jerry kissed back. It was so exciting. We kissed and kissed and kissed, all the while I was getting more and more turned on. I couldn't take it anymore. I told Jerry that I wanted to make love with him. He asked me if I was sure. I didn't know what to say, all I could do was take him by the hand and lead him to the bedroom. Dr. Carter, I don't think I could tell you these things if you were a man. It is so much easier to talk to a woman. We got to the bedroom and we kissed again. Once again, Jerry asked me if I was sure. I couldn't answer with words, so I started taking my clothes off. Jerry understood and took his off too. When we were naked, we kissed again. Finally, Jerry pressed his body against mine. Even naked, even with his thing rubbing against my place, somehow Jerry made me feel like a lady. What was wrong with me? My husband made me feel dirty, but his best friend didn't. Jerry didn't try to hurry me. We kissed for the longest time. He rubbed my back and I pressed my breasts into his chest hair. We kept kissing and he rubbed my bottom. We kissed, and I pushed myself against his thing. I hadn't felt so good since my honeymoon. I was tingling all over. Jerry moved his hands so that we were in slow dance position. He started swaying me and dancing me around the room, all the while kissing me. We bumped into the bed and I fell onto it and started giggling. He asked what was so funny. I told him nothing, I just felt so good. He laid down next to me and kissed me some more. Then he whispered in my ear and asked if I had any idea how beautiful I was. I kinda looked away and shook my head. He said that I was, and deserved to be told so every day. His whispers turned into a little nibble on my earlobe. I shuddered. He kissed his way down to the side of my neck, then licked and kissed there for several minutes. He kissed my chest between my breasts. I never knew how good that could feel. Sometimes Scott would kiss my breasts but nothing like this. Jerry licked and kissed all around my breasts; after the longest time he kissed the breasts and then kissed my nipples. By that time I was feeling every kiss down deep in my place. He seemed to know what I needed and moved down and kissed me there. I was so sensitive. Every touch of his lips and his tongue was magic. My pulse was pounding in my ears. Every muscle in my body was starting to tense. Jerry kept kissing there between my legs. The tension built and built. Jerry kissed and licked some more. My body was so rigid that if felt like it was made of stone. Jerry kissed the special place at the top. Everything went loose all at once, my toes tingled, and I had to have him inside me. I told Jerry that I needed him to make love to me. He gently put his thing in me a very little bit. Then he took it almost out and put it back in a little more. He kept doing that; taking it almost out then going a little deeper each time. Once he was all the way in, he alternated a few quick strokes with a few slow ones. Even in his lovemaking, Jerry was thoughtful and giving. I had a quiet little orgasm while he was in me. Jerry stayed in me when he had his orgasm, and rolled us over on our sides. We stayed that way for a long time--on our sides, holding each other, with him still in me. I wanted to do something special for Jerry since he had been so wonderful to me. I asked him to roll onto his back and I slid down the bed and took him in my mouth. I don't have much experience with that, but I really wanted to do it for him. Scott: Yeah, I walked into our bedroom and there was my little wifey with her naked ass sticking up in the air and Jerry's cock in her mouth. I dropped my clothes in the hall, climbed up behind her, and rammed my cock home in her cunt. God, was that hot. I told them that they were putting on one hell of a sex show and I was sure they wouldn't mind if I joined in. I was so worked up that I only lasted a couple minutes, even with her so slippery with sloppy seconds. I guess it must have really surprised her because she dropped Jerry's cock and started crying. Dr. Carter: Carla, why were you crying? Carla: Well, my husband had just caught me naked with another man and I was afraid that he would be so jealous that he'd divorce me. Now, I think that part of the reason was that Scott made something pretty and romantic into something dirty. I know I never should have been doing those things with another man, but it changed when Scott said those things. Dr. Carter: Scott, what were you feeling? Were you jealous? Scott: Hell no! I set it up. What should have been the top of my list was to watch her get fucked by another guy, but I knew she would have freaked at that. I don't need all this communications crap. I know what makes her tick. I knew that Jerry would be just the kind of guy to get in her pants. All I had to do was get them dancing. I drank iced tea in whiskey glasses all night and pretended to get bombed. As soon as they moved into the bedroom, I moved to the couch where I could watch. I'll tell you doc, it was hot, but I thought that Jerry was never going to get on with the fucking. Dr. Carter: Carla, did you know about this? Carla: No, not until just now. Did Jerry know what you were doing? Scott: Nah, he didn't need to. I told him that I wanted to take you out dancing and he offered to help us get in Off The Hook. I told him I was a lousy dancer and that I hoped he would dance with you so you could have more fun. But, that's all; I've seen him in action and knew you two would hit it off if I just got out of the way. Dr. Carter: Scott, I think you may have missed the point of the communications exercise. Unfortunately, our time is up. Let's talk more about communications next time. You can arrange the appointment with my receptionist as you leave. Dancing Last July, Rob was, as usual, heading off to Harrogate for the annual trade fair. Unfortunately I couldn't go, due to work commitments, and anyway, I wouldn't want to be stuck there all week. I wanted to do something though, and it seemed logical to do something that I wouldn't do when he is with me, however, I just couldn't think of anything. On Thursday my friend Sue came to the rescue. "Hi Sally, isn't your Rob off to his show at the weekend?" "I'm afraid so, yes." "No need to be afraid, it's an opportunity. We can do something a bit different." "Do you have something in mind?" "I do indeed," she confided, "there is a dance at the rugby club." "And you think we should go?" "Of course, it'll be fun!" "I don't want to be unfaithful to my husband, I'm not single like you." "You don't have to get fucked, just dance a bit, have a few drinks, maybe flirt a bit, then go home leaving the guys frustrated. What do you think?" "OK, I'll do it! What on earth am I going to wear?" "I'll come round early and we can go through your wardrobe. Better still, why don't we go shopping Saturday afternoon?" So it was decided, Sue would come round after lunch Saturday, just after Rob had set off for Harrogate, and we would go shopping for an outfit for me. The shopping turned out to be a subtle and low key battle between Sue and me. She wanted me to dress like a tart, and I wanted to dress like an old maid. You would think that we could have found a compromise, but Sue wasn't interested in compromise, and totally refused to allow me to go to the dance with her unless I dressed the way she wanted. That's the reason that I ended up buying a ridiculously short, tight, thin dress plus a lacy black thong and push up bra set, and high heels. For those of you paying close attention to my stories, I can confirm that it's the same dress that made a re-appearance in my story, Beer and Curry. This was the first time it got me into trouble, so I should probably give up wearing it, rather than wearing it more often, which sounds like much more fun. We opened a bottle of nice champagne while we got ready, and by the time we were ready to leave for the dance the bottle was empty, and, since Sue was driving, I had drunk most of it. "This all seems a bit dull," I commented as we walked into the clubhouse, "it's all old people and couples." "Don't worry sweet Sally, it'll get much busier after nine," Sue reassured me. Sure enough, at ten past nine, about twenty young, fit, sexy, and desirable men flooded in, and headed straight for the bar. "Who are all these guys Sue?" "I think I'll have to call you Silly Sally in future. They're the rugby team, stupid, they're the reason we are here, and we're the reason they are here." "But I told you, I don't want to be unfaithful to my husband." "So don't let them fuck you, but you can still have some fun, can't you? Dance with them, flirt a bit, then leave them frustrated!" "Oh, ok, I suppose so." "Come on then," Sue urged, "let's get dancing." We only got to dance together for about five minutes before two gorgeous rugby players cut in. I immediately lost all interest in Sue. This hunk of a man was good looking, charming, beautifully well spoken, and so sexy I started to ache between my legs from desire for him. He danced well, and I just kept gazing into his seductive blue eyes, and drinking in his panty wetting smile. I was completely hooked and my panties were getting seriously wet from my arousal. My nipples were standing out like bullets and had become so sensitive. We danced for a while, then he steered me away to the bar, where he bought me a bottle of champagne, and a beer for himself. He found us a quiet spot, next to a high table where we could put our drinks, and I could rest my annoying handbag. I'd forgotten how much more convenient a husband is, when you're out for the evening. I always fill Rob's pockets with all my stuff. Having put everything down, I turned back to my admirer, and was swept into his arms. He held me firmly, planting little kisses on my forehead, my cheeks, my neck, my nose, and then my lips. I looked into those blue, blue eyes and knew I couldn't put up any resistance to this man. His lips pressed onto mine, and with his hand behind my head, to keep me locked onto him, I joined in with a passionate, hungry first kiss. His other hand found my bum, slipped up under the hem of my dress and inside my thong. The kiss went on and on, and I was getting wetter and wetter between my legs. His hand couldn't quite reach my pussy but it did find my defenceless bottom, and pushed his finger into my secret place. Finally, we broke the kiss. "Wow!" I exclaimed, "I don't even know your name?" "Andrew, and yours?" "Sally." "Well Sally, you're quite some kisser," as though I had much to do with it, "let's dance some more." So we danced, and kissed, and danced, and drank champagne. Well, I did anyway, and the evening flew by. I was completely surprised when the DJ announced that it was one in the morning and the dance was over. We headed over to our little table, me a little unsteadily, "Andrew, my handbag, where is it?" "Relax Sally, I saw your friend take it. She waved it in the air for me to see, so I assumed it was a pre-arranged plan." "But where is she?" "She went off with some guy." "Your friend?" "No, someone else from the club, is it a problem?" "Well yes, somewhat, everything is in it, my keys, my phone, my credit cards, my cash. I can't even pay for a taxi!" "So, come back to my place and I'll see if I can track him down for you. Anyway I'm sure Sue will call me later, she has my number." "Oh, has she?" "Yes, look, you can't stay here, they're locking up, come back with me and I'll see if I can get his number." What can I say, my resistance was low, I was fairly drunk, I had no other ideas, and I wanted him so much! In no time we were at his rather pretty cottage, and once inside the door he just took charge, pulling me up the stairs, into his bedroom, undressing me, laying me on the bed, stripping himself naked, climbing onto the bed and guiding his rock hard monster of a cock, into my willing, wet, hungry, cave. He fucked me hard and fast. He was athletic, well hung and skilful and it only took a few minutes for us both to be getting ready to explode. He fucked me faster and faster and I was screaming and bucking underneath him, as his fabulous rod rammed in and out of my voracious vagina. I started to cum first, but he was only seconds behind me, and we both really went for it. Andrew kept fucking me as he squirted into me, and my tremors rolled on and on, and then I felt a new orgasm building in me. I really wanted him to keep going. "Don't stop, I'm cumming again, keep fucking me." Amazingly, he managed to stay hard, even though he had just cum, and I was able to have a wonderful second orgasm, slightly shallower than the first, but so very satisfying. "Wow, that was amazing!" I exclaimed, still panting, and still convulsing a little. "Yeah, I enjoyed it too, you're quite a fuck Sally. So, are you staying the night, or shall I run you home?" "But I haven't got any keys, how will I get into my house?" "Ah, yes, that. I may have misled you a bit about your bag." "What are you saying?" "Your friend did wave your bag in the air as she was leaving, and then she gave it to me and I put it in the boot of my car." I was incandescent with rage! "You bastard! You lied to me! Now I feel really bad about cheating on my husband, and it's your fault, you raped me!!" "No, don't start with that, it was just a little fun." "Take me home now, and never speak to me again!" "Okay, okay!" I didn't speak another word on the journey home, I was fuming with anger. When I got inside I showered for about half an hour then lay on the bed crying for most of the night at how I had betrayed Rob. I knew I could never tell him, he would be devastated. Some months later Rob started hinting that he was turned on by the idea of me having sex with another man, and Andrew kept popping up in my head. After all, it was really, really good sex. Perhaps I over reacted a bit? I was starting to wonder whether I should go along with hubby's fantasy, and let Andrew fuck me again. It was a tempting idea.