Dance Magic

My first experience at cheating was at a New Year’s Eve party. My husband was just finishing university and we were at a party with another couple that were close friends. Now, that party turned out to be pretty boring, and as a result I was drinking way too much. Since we had bought more booze than we would need I didn’t worry about my excessive consumption.

Part way through the evening our friend, Tom pointed out that he had heard of a ‘house’ party planned at the university which was just a short drive away. It wasn’t long and we were at the party and there were students everywhere – Now this was a party! There was lots of dancing, music and people laughing everywhere.

Soon Tom and Bill (my hubby) were engrossed in one of their conversations. Pam and I wandered downstairs to the rec room where everyone was dancing. We got out on the floor and started dancing facing each other, as we often did when the boys couldn’t be coaxed onto the dance floor. It wasn’t long when a couple of guys joined us and soon we were dancing as two couples. I was feeling my liqour and dancing rather suggestively with this stranger, having a great time!

Then the DJ switched to a slow dance and without hestitation my dance partner stepped forward, sliding his arm around me and pulled me to him, hard. Now that’s how I like to be held by a man and coupled with my alcohol-reduced inhibitions, I sidled right up to this handsome stranger. He was about my age – say 21 and well built. As we slow danced his hands slid down the curve of my back and onto my butt.

‘Hmmmmm, that felt nice!’ I thought and snuggled my face into his neck. He took that as his cue and his two hands grasped my butt cheeks and pulled hard, grinding my pelvis against his. I could feel the hard bulge between our hips. I nibbled on his neck. Slowly, we danced and with every movement he ground his hips against mine. I was enthralled … his strong arms, heady aftershave and confident control overwhelmed me, making me his.

Then the DJ’s voice crackled above the music “Okay everyone! Time for 60 seconds of Heaven!” and with that the lights went out. The music continued but we were plunged into complete and utter darkness.

“Anything goes!” someone shouted and a few giggles replied.

My dance partner didn’t skip a beat, just kept dancing, holding me close, but after a couple of seconds I felt his hands moving up from my butt and as they passed my waistband they continued their upward climb on the inside of my blouse. I offered no resistance and soon his hands were sliding underneath my bra cups and massaging my tits.

I didn’t even know his name!

It felt great! I kissed his neck eagerly, my arms wrapped around his neck.

“30 seconds” came the crackle of the DJ.

Those nimble hands began to move and in a split second I felt my blouse pulled up and off. Then my bra was gone, A second later his eager mouth was kissing my breasts. I tilted my head back moaning, I could feel my pussy lips swelling and slippery fluids lubricating me. Then he began sucking on my nipple … It was heaven!

“15 seconds” the DJ declared, it seemed so distant. More immediate were those hot lips carressing my breasts and nipples. I was his to have, my hands tangled in his hair, all inhibitions swept away.

“5 seconds” I didn’t care! Then on came only just a couple of lights up by the DJ, we were mostly in shadows. My dance partner pulled his head up and one hand cupped the curve of my back as the other clasped the back of my neck and pressed my lips to his. I succumbed to his guidance eagerly. Gradually, around the room the DJ was flicking on the lights. All the while my partner held me tight, kissing me eagerly as we slow danced.

I kissed back, hungrily, with no concern for the fact I was topless. I only wished he would kiss my breasts again. As we danced his lips left mine and found their way acoss my cheek and onto the side of my neck. As I leaned my head to the side, I opened my eyes. As we danced slowly about, I could see that most of the guys had their eyes on me while dancing with their dates. It made me feel aroused … naughty. All that was visible was my bare back and my sides, as my tits were pressed against him. Entoxicated by the voyeurism, I leaned back some pulling just a little away from him so that more of me showed. I was rewarded with appreciating smiles. My partner was the envy of every guy there.

Then the slow dance faded and a fast song began. Lifting his head from the hickey he had embossed on my neck, my partner said “Well?”

“Why not!” I retorted pushing him backward. I put one of my arms across my breasts and my free hand buried in my hair as I began to dance facing him, my body gyrating to the music. This elicited several exclamations from some of the nearby guys.

‘Boy this is fun!’ I thought ‘ I feel soooooo sexy!’ As I twisted and danced a couple of guys left their dates and began to watch me. They kept a short, comfortable distance away giving me room to dance. I could see their hungry eyes riveted on my breasts, hoping more would show. I was close to a wall, so I spun around, putting my back to everyone and put both hands up in my hair as I pressed my tits against the wall – teasing. ‘Don’t let them see too much’ I thought ‘that’ll keep up the suspense!’

For a while I just ground my tits against the wall , gyrating my hips to the beat of the music. Then I spun around, at the same time covering my tits with one arm. A couple of sad moans came from the guys. I danced over to one of them twisting in front of him. He was a gentleman, keeping his hands to himself, so I leaned forward and planted a long, wet kiss on his lips and then dashed on.