Take It Farther

by Mithras, Laran

  "No way."

  "Come on, you'll look beautiful in it. I want to see you in it."

  She gave me an eyebrow. "Walter would, too."

  "Well, nothing wrong with that, is there? It's a dance dress."

  "Alright. I'll try it on. No promises."

  I waited outside the dressing room. Some young thing who still sported braces gave me a good once over. Go away, little girl.

  "Okay," said Jolene.

  I opened the door and started to step in. "Wow."

  "Oh stop it." But she was turning this way and that to see everything. "I thought I might fall out of it, but everything's covered."

  "So it's a sale."

  She gave me an eye.

  I lightly gripped her from behind and breathed down her neck. I could see goosebumps form on her skin. "I love it. And Walter will, too."

  She shivered. "You think so?"

  I nodded into her neck. "If you don't wear this dress, you don't go."

  She coughed. Then she shook her head. "Alright, alright. I hope he doesn't think I look stupid."

  "He'll think you're beautiful."

  She placed her hand on mine as it rested on her shoulder.

  ~ ~ ~

  The evening of the dinner she fussed with the dress.

  I stood there, feeling excited by her dressing for Walter. "I think…"

  "Hmm? You're not thinking of canceling, are you?"

  I shifted the bulge in my slacks. "No."

  "What's wrong?"

  "I can see your panty-line."

  She groaned. "Lemme try another pair."

  "Go without them."

  "What? No way."

  "Really. Go without them. Your dress is so long there's no danger of there being an accidental flash. You could even sit on a barstool and your dress would cover."

  "I'm not going without panties."

  I moved up behind her. "It would make me excited."

  She looked at me weird. "It would?"

  "Sure, to have you pressed against him wearing just the dress?"

  "Hmm, you really would like that?"

  "I promise to attack the hell out of you when we get home."

  She giggled. "I don't know."

  "Tell you what. If you wear panties, this is the last time we get together with them. If you go without, then I'll agree to more dinners and dances."

  "That's not fair."

  I grinned. "Sure it is. The choice is all yours. However, I urge you to go without. Let's not spoil the fun."

  She shook her head but reached up and pulled them off. "Are you sure about this?"

  I ran my hands down her sides and over her buttcheeks. "Heavenly."

  She shifted and turned to me. Her grin was half there, searching. "Are you sure?"

  "Very."

  "I thought you wanted it ending at a kiss?"

  "It's just dinner and dancing."

  "What if he wants to kiss me?"

  "I'll leave it up to you."

  "Are you sure?"

  I nodded.

  CHAPTER 7

  We met outside. The Silver Lining was dimly lit. A very burly guard at the door checked our IDs and collected the cover charge from Walter. Three more guards stood near. They looked as capable as our own guards.

  The clientele inside was as ritzy as the collection of Rolls Royces, Mercedes and Lamborghinis outside.

  It was not a hip hop club. It was not a dance club. Really, it wasn't a club. It was a very posh lounge with a small dance floor under very dim lights. No driving, loud music pounded the walls. No swirling disco lights. The music was wordless and slow. A few couples moved on the dance floor, but most were either at the bar or at tables eating dinner.

  Even with a reservation, a table required a wait.

  "Drinks, then," said Jacqueline.

  I was put at ease with the atmosphere. It was slow and I'd have to say, sublime.

  We ordered up our drinks. Jolene went for her customary Pina Colada. I copied Jacqueline's scotch order. Walter went for rum.

  Drinks in hand, we moved over to the leather couches. Only one couple sat on one of them, drinking and talking with heads together. We had three couches to ourselves. Walter and Jolene sat close on one and I sat on her other side. Jacqueline opted for a corner couch near me. She and I leaned across the low lamp and talked while Walter and Jolene shared their time.

  I don't think ten minutes passed before our table was called. I helped my wife out of her jacket. Walter's pleased look said we had chosen the right dress.

  With ordering out of the way, Walter asked Jolene for a quick dance before the food arrived.

  Jacqueline smiled her enigmatic smile.

  I was seated next to her in the booth. Walter sat with my wife on the other side. We watched them leave, hand-in-hand, to the dance floor.

  Jacqueline said, "That's a very nice dress. Which one of you picked it out?"

  "I did. She resisted."

  She laughed. "She looks very good in it. Makes me want to buy one."

  I was not going to say that I would have the pleasure of seeing her in it. I knew that wasn't what she was looking for.

  She said, "Walter's going to love that dress." She motioned to the dance floor.

  He was holding my wife for a slow dance, his hands on her bare skin. They were smiling at each other, talking about something.

  "I thought he might," I said.

  "It takes a very loving man to show off his wife."

  "Indeed. She's beautiful."

  She turned to me fully. "I like hearing that. But has it all been so smooth for you?"

  "Meaning?"

  "I'm sure all of this hasn't come without reservation. Our first chat about it didn't seem favorable."

  "Truth be told, I didn't want to accept tonight's invitation."

  She raised her eyebrows. "No? That would have been disappointing. Both to him and me."

  "I relented. Walter had already texted her and she was excited to come dance."

  She coughed in indignation. "I told him to let me handle it, but his meddling worked."

  "He's fine and it looks like they're having fun."

  "But you had wanted to decline."

  "Yes."

  "Why?"

  I glanced back to the dance floor. "Because I thought the kissing was far enough."

  "That's a big step."

  "But how many more steps are there? I think I've hit my limit on steps."

  She leaned close. "I'm certain he'll kiss her again, tonight."

  I took a drink.

  She said, "I know the feel of your wife's skin will drive him to arousal."

  I swallowed, hard. I didn't want to give in to the curiosity.

  "Your wife will be able to feel that arousal…"

  Blood thumped in my veins and I opened my mouth to breathe deeper. Worry crept up my stomach. But so did my curiosity. Would all that happen? Would he harden with her in his arms? Would she feel it on her thigh? Or pressed against her mound? How would she react?

  They were coming back and I shifted a little in my seat. I had a semi-erection.

  Jacqueline laid a hand on my thigh up high. It was a gentle touch.

  It sent a jolt of electricity up my spine. She knew I had become excited. I watched Jolene walk with him, his arm around her. His hand was on her bare waist on the exposed side. If he slid his hand down a little, he would probably be able to tell she wasn't wearing panties.

  I suddenly cursed myself for suggesting she go without. It might have turned me on to know she wasn't wearing them, but I wasn't considering that he would find out. Sexy for me, but it would send the wrong message.

  I wanted to run to the bathroom, strip off my boxers and find a way to give them to her to wear. I took another drink.

  Dinner calmed me some, and the alcohol. I could see Walter looking at the bare expanse of her chest between her boobs. My wife was not a large woman in that department. But they were there and swung lightly in her dress.

/>   Sitting next to her as he was, he dropped his hand down beneath the table to rest on her leg several times. I noticed she put her hand on his leg as well. It had been talked about, and it didn't worry me.

  I had the feeling tonight's sex with my wife was going to be mind-blowing.

  We ordered more drinks after dinner was cleared. Jolene was already grinning, slightly buzzed. They wandered back to the dance floor after downing half their fresh drinks.

  Jacqueline leaned over. "I think he's going to touch her."

  "What?"

  She motioned, though I had already been looking.

  Walter's hands roamed up and down her back, his fingers dipping down underneath the folds of her dress at the back of her hips.

  He definitely knows by now she's not wearing panties. I gulped a drink. "Maybe we should go." I shifted uncomfortably.

  She dragged a finger across my bulge. "Is your wife wearing panties?"

  I almost jumped. Jacqueline Preston had no interest in me. But here she was tracing my cock with her finger. "She… Uh."

  "Is she?"

  "No."

  She leaned very close, her breath hot in my ear. "Whose idea was it?"

  I gulped. "Mine."

  Her finger-tracing turned into a full fingered rub of my rapidly expanding erection. "Look at how beautiful your wife is."

  "I can see…"

  "Look at her pressed up against my husband."

  "Yes, I—" Her fingers were distracting me.

  "My husband knows your wife isn't wearing anything underneath that dress."

  I gripped the table.

  "He knows and he's excited. He's going to touch her."

  Everything in me wanted to bolt up from the table, grab my wife, and leave. Everything in me also wanted to stay right where I was and watch Walter touch my wife.

  She whispered, "It's coming."

  I watched Walter turning Jolene to dance with my wife from behind.

  "I should stop them—"

  Her hands were at my pants, unbuckling.

  "What?" I pushed her hands away.

  "Be silent." The iron of command was in her tone.

  I froze.

  Walter's hands were caressing my wife's sides.

  Jacqueline worked my erection out of my pants. "Oh, I see you're nicely hung. Very nice shape." Her fingers gave a light squeeze of my shaft.

  "I thought you didn't look at me that way."

  "I don't."

  "But, um, why are you—"

  "I'm helping you enjoy what's about to happen to your wife."

  "Whats…"

  Walter slid his hands up and around. His fingers slid under the loose straps of cloth covering my wife's breasts. I couldn't see the touch under her clothing, but I could see his hands moving under the material.

  Jacqueline pumped my erection.

  Pleasurable sensations swept through me as my cock was stroked and my eyes watched my wife. I let out a long "Ahhh…"

  "See?" she said. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

  I watched my wife's head lean back and her eyes close.

  My boss removed her hand. "You might want to put that away."

  I tried; Walter and Jolene were returning.

  My effort would have to wait until my erection had subsided. Until then, I was throbbing in the wind if anyone looked under the table. But, the tablecloth hid everything.

  The two dancers sat, and took up their half-finished drinks. Hands disappeared under the table again.

  There wasn't much I could say. It's not like I could have told them to stop touching each other when my own dick was standing up and waving.

  Was Jolene's arm moving? I couldn't tell. She locked eyes with mine, her hand on his leg or lap. Her mouth was open, slightly.

  I finally calmed down and managed to stuff my dick back in my pants. "Jolene?"

  She focused and smiled at me.

  "Restrooms?" I gave her the eye.

  "Oh. Um, sure." She rose.

  I moved out and took her arm gently. We walked to the restrooms.

  She said, "Is everything okay?"

  "Yes, I think."

  "What's wrong?"

  "Nothing. I wanted to leave before some of the touching started, but I think I've changed my mind."

  "What? You have?"

  "Not much can happen here, in public. Let him."

  "Let him? Let him what?"

  I said, "Take it farther."

  "Farther? What? How?"

  "Take it farther." I hugged her then, pulling the woman I loved so dearly in close. I breathed in her scent and felt her love. "I love you."

  She melted into my arms with a ferocity that told me without words. But she said it. "I love you too, my husband."

  We returned after visiting the restrooms.

  A third round of drinks were ordered and Walter and Jolene downed half of the new ones before getting back up for more dancing.

  Walter had a very obvious tent in his pants.

  As soon as their backs were turned, Jacqueline leaned over and whispered hot in my ear. "I think this is going to get fun, real fast." While she was saying it, she grabbed my still half-hard penis through my slacks. It hardened back up immediately.

  Damn, she sure seems to know what she's doing.

  Walter and my wife embraced again on the dance floor. His hands cupped her ass and pulled her in. I could see her swaying against him.

  I wanted to take her away from him. I also wanted to jack my cock.

  My boss undid my pants again. My dick hit the air.

  I really wanted to stretch back and stroke myself while watching my wife.

  But Jacqueline was pumping my shaft for me.

  CHAPTER 8

  I panted, my boss stroking my shaft. My wife was being felt up on the dance floor.

  Walter had moved behind her again. His hands slid under her dress again and up to her breasts. Her eyes closed, enjoying it. The doubt and worry in me receded, overcome by lust.

  Another couple danced in front of them, blocking my voyeurism. I wanted to throw something at them, but they moved after a few seconds.

  Would Walter do more? Do I want him to do more? Some of me wanted him to do more. A part of me wanted to take us both home – safe from others.

  Jacqueline stroked me lazily. She even continued to stroke me when the waiter came around to ask if we wanted desert.

  I think she liked stroking my cock, if not being interested in me. I still felt nothing salacious about her intimacy with me except that she was helping me enjoy what was happening to my wife.

  Jacqueline cared for no one except herself and Walter. What she was doing to me was a courtesy, and nothing more.

  Walter's hands were moving, but they were turned so I couldn't see.

  My boss leaned into me again. "Bingo."

  "Huh?"

  "Your wife is being touched." Her hand moved slow and seductively up and down my shaft. "In her very intimate places."

  I wanted to see. What had I missed? My cock was straining, throbbing and full of need.

  They eventually turned. His hands were down the front of my wife's skirt. With no panties, both of his hands had to be touching and caressing her pussy.

  My erection twitched and swelled.

  "You like this, don't you?"

  How could I deny it? I would not have thought I would be seeing someone else touching my wife's pussy and liking it, no matter how she and I roleplayed.

  But, there she was, her head back and mouth open, and here I was, at full mast.

  Jacqueline gave my cock a final squeeze and let go. "You really do have a very nice package."

  "Uh..." Thanks? My mouth was hanging open. I watched them come back to the table. There was no hope of putting my dick away. I hoped they weren't wanting to leave now.

  Jolene smiled at me with love and the burning fire of lust.

  I knew she wanted to go home and be fucked senseless. So did I. I realized I loved her more in that moment
than ever before. The unspoken between us was obvious to us, and not to others.

  They sat and sipped at their drinks.

  Walter turned towards her, to his left, but as if to look back at the dance floor. His right arm was under the table.

  My wife's eyes widened.

  I gulped. Was he touching her right here at the table?

  Jolene gasped and closed her eyes. She also sank down a little in her seat. Her mouth dropped open and she had a look of blissful concentration on her face.

  Walter's arm was making tiny movements.

  He was fingering her. I knew it as surely as my own dick was throbbing with need.

  My wife gasped.

  Walter looked around as he finger-fucked my wife. He even looked at me and Jacqueline.

  They got up, after several minutes of under-table activity and moved back to the dance floor.

  I reached a hand down and stroked myself.

  Jacqueline turned to me with a big smile. "Do you mind if I watch? I love watching men stroke themselves."

  "Oh, uh… Sure." I leaned back a little so Jacqueline could see.

  She watched quietly and then reached her hand under her own skirt to finger herself as I stroked.

  Out on the floor, Walter's hands were all over my wife. They embraced and he kissed her. Their mouths fucked as his hands ran down over her butt and then under her dress to cup and caress her bare skin.

  Jacqueline said, "Do you like this?"

  I realized I was panting. Lying would be obvious. "Yes."

  ~ ~ ~

  I climbed over my wife in bed. Jolene's legs spread wide.

  "Fuck me," she said.

  I reached down and felt the swamp of her wetness. "You had fun tonight?"

  "Yes. Fuck me. Ram me with your cock."

  "He touched you. Did you like it?"

  Her hips bucked up wildly. "He fingered me, husband. Right in front of you. It felt so good."

  I touched my erection to her very hot and wet pussy. "What do you think his cock feels like?"

  I rammed my erection in and she cried out with lust.

  She was clutching me, eyes closed.

  I drove it in deep. "Do you think his cock would reach as far as mine?" I hammered her pussy and her head flailed from side to side.

  She cried out, whimpering and gasping. "Yes, fuck me."