by Mia Moore
“Why not?” She stood up and grinned and Matt before threading through the tables and the scores of people standing at the edge of the dance floor, watching.
As she neared the brass pole, a hand skimmed across her back and down her arm to grasp her fingers, pulling her onto the step surrounding the pole. Eva’s mane of blonde hair swept back as Eva’s other hand circled the pole and she looped to the side.
Elena’s eyes were bright with laughter as she stepped up, the only thing separating her from Eva was the shining pole. It was warm under her hand, her fingers spread wide gripping it, her tiny footsteps circling the floor mimicking Eva. The other woman nodded and her smile was wide, leading the movements. The music pulsed through Elena’s body and the crowd on the dance floor faded into a blur, and her eyes locked with Eva’s.
Eva’s other hand reached as her body moved forward to hug the pole, her leg curled around it. Elena felt herself pulled into Eva, the other woman’s gaze fixed on her lips like a magnet drawing her closer...the gentle touch of their mouths meeting...oh fuck, it was hot and sensual. Elena’s hands cupped Eva’s cheeks, so soft and smooth like her own. The tiny tip of Eva’s tongue slid over her bottom lips and then was gone.
It was as if someone tapped her libido with a cattle prod.
The jolt of pleasure of the kiss took Elena by surprise. Her eyes grew wide, gazing at Eva’s smile and the way she fell back, swaying from the pole, hair wild and free falling behind her. It was infectious, this uninhibited dance, swaying and swirling around the pole. Elena turned so that her back rested on the hard metal, her arms high and hands gripping the pole. Slowly she lowered, all the while her hips swaying from side to side along the length of the erect shaft. The bass notes from the song playing drove through her; its throbbing rhythm lifting her senses to new heights as she worked the pole.
When Eva’s hands cupped her breasts, her body also low behind her, her eyes slowly closed, relishing the sensation, the warmth of fingers kneading and pulling. At the tug of Eva’s hands, with an easy dreamy movement, her hips still caressing the pole, Elena rose higher. Her eyes opened and she smiled seeing Sophia and Frank swaying to the music, their gaze riveted to the pole dance. The suggestiveness of the dance, the smiling approval of the people watching, was intoxicating.
With slow feline grace, she turned to face Eva, and tilted to the side to kiss the other woman’s neck, the flesh soft and warm, the scent of pears with an undertone of musk infusing her nostrils. Her hands skimmed down Eva’s velvet back and cupped her ass. Oh God. She had never touched another woman like this! It was shameless and forbidden pleasure that the people watching silently applauded with approval in their gaze.
Eva’s fingers laced through her hair and lifted her face. When their eyes met, with a smoky voice she said, “I can’t wait to lick your pussy.”
Chapter 19
I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
—Nine Inch Nails, Fuck You Like An Animal
Matt turned in his chair watching Elena and Eva across the crowded floor. Holy fuck, the way Elena moved, you’d think she’d done this a hundred times! She was syncing her every movement to Eva’s. His mouth fell open when Elena and Eva kissed. There was thickness in his cock, pulling the fabric of his pants tight. He shifted in the chair to ease the pressure.
Chris chuckled and leaned closer, to be heard above the music. “Sophia’s going to be pissed. She wanted to be the one to bust Elena’s girl cherry.”
Mat spun to face him.
Chris jerked back and the smile faded from his lips. “I mean if, you and Elena want that. No rush, baby steps and all that.” He turned to watch the action on the pole. “But it sure looks like Elena is enjoying this.”
Matt turned once more and his breath caught in his throat. Elena was caressing the other woman, even kissing her neck. Yes. She sure looked like she was eager to try this ‘bi’ thing. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the pole. He sighed when the song ended and the women stepped away, walking hand in hand back to the table.
But it was Frank and Sophia who got there first. Sophia laughed and took a seat next to him, her hand rubbing his thigh. “I take it you liked watching that?” Her chin dropped and she looked up at him, her eyelashes fluttering.
“Are you kidding? Wow! That’s hot.” Her hand on his thigh was also hot. Just a couple inches from where it would be nice to have it.
Frank sat next to Chris and leaned over the table to shake his head slowly at Sophia. “Are you corrupting this poor boy?”
Matt’s eyes flashed wide when her hand slowly rose and cupped the bulge in his pants. His cock pulsed in response to her caress and then he slowly exhaled when she lifted her hand away. He glanced at Chris and saw the twinkling of his eye, smiling at his wife.
“Don’t be naughty Sophia. I don’t believe you had Matt’s permission. I know what you did.”
Matt looked from one to the other, unsure of what to say. She hadn’t asked but he sure as hell hadn’t minded. “I’m good!” he said, proud his voice hadn’t cracked.
Eva slipped by him and took her seat next to her friend and he could feel Elena’s hand skim his shoulder taking a seat next to him. He smiled at her, noticing the flush of her cheeks, how bright her eyes were casting furtive glances at Eva. He leaned close and kissed her cheek before whispering into her ear. “You two on the stripper pole was so fucking hot!”
She smiled and nodded before lifting her glass and draining half of it in one swallow. He’d known her too long not to know that look on her face. She was probably wet as hell and eager for more of that action.
When she set the glass down, Chris picked up the bottle to top it up again. Her gaze shifted to Chris and her smile was shy. “Liquid courage, bring it on.”
He laughed and winked at her. “You’re a natural on the pole. I can’t believe you’ve never done that before.”
Eva leaned over, her hands cupping the glass of champagne. “She sure surprised me. I’m waiting for the dress to come off and see her really do a number at the pole.”
“Speaking of which...” Sophia’s head jerked to the side, indicating the dance floor.
Matt turned to follow her gaze. Hole-Lee SHIIIIT! A woman in a dark mask, her copper hair swooping to the side swung around the pole, breasts and body bare except for a black G string. She turned and the pole dissected her body, breasts heavy and full on either side while her legs were curled around it, gripping it tight to her pussy. Slowly she lowered, rocking her pelvis against it, totally treating it like a giant phallus.
On the dance floor, it wasn’t only couples dancing together, but threesomes and more-somes, swaying seductively, hands wandering over bodies, while sharing sensuous kisses. He grinned and shook his head slightly, in a state of blissful disbelief. And this was only the warm-up!
When the song changed, there was a chorus of shouting and people rushing to the dance floor. His mouth dropped and he caught a few of the lyrics of the ‘Closer’, everyone yelling out the chorus ‘I Want to fuck you like an animal’. Oh my God, what was it? The anthem of this place?
“C’mon!” Sophia and Chris were already on their feet, beckoning for he and Elena to join them on the dance floor.
Elena popped to her feet and he held her hand threading a way over. There was a little room at the edge, next to Sophia and Chris. When the popular chorus sounded again, Sophia was spooned with Chris, her backside pressed into his groin while his pelvis did a bump and grind into her. Actually everyone was doing a variation on the move.
He twirled Elena and held her against him body, his hands roaming at will on her torso, from her breasts to her ass. She was really getting into it as well, lifting her hands and fluffing her hair, while shimmying her breasts and ending with a roll of her hips. If the alcohol was intoxicating, the charged atm
osphere was doubly so, releasing any inhibitions.
Sophia appeared on the other side of Elena, Chris’s face and smile over her shoulder. She draped her arms on top of Elena’s and moved slowly forward, her eyes focused on his wife’s lips. Elena was sandwiched between them, and Sophia’s hands skimmed over his arms as she kissed her. Oh my God. His gaze lifted and his eyes met Chris’s. He smiled and caressed Sophia’s back and ass while the women kissed.
Elena made no move to stop it but instead let her hands roam over Sophia’s shoulders and neck. It was plain that this was something that was not only desired but was inevitable...totally cool with him. Wow. He could feel the tug in his belly, his cock responding to the lascivious behaviour of his wife. His Elena. Fuck! His chest expanded with love and pride watching her.
The song ended and another slower one started. He watched a lot of the younger people drift back to their tables but still Elena and the tanned beauty kissed. When they broke off, Sophia whispered something into his wife’s ear, still holding her close. Elena smiled and nodded.
The next thing he knew, Sophia stepped into him, her arms high on his shoulders. Of course at parties and weddings he’d danced with friends’ wives but here...in the bawdy atmosphere, it would be totally different from that. No wonder, Sophia wanted to clear it with Elena before they switched partners.
She was a couple inches shorter than his wife, but her body was soft and cuddly, her breasts pressing against his chest, while her stomach caressed his cock.
She looked up at him and smiled, her eyes soft and sultry. “Having a good time?”
His hands rested low on her back and he slid them gently up and down feeling the swell where her curvy ass began. “I’m smoked. This is totally awesome.”
He glanced to the side where Elena danced with Chris. Like them, she was tucked tight to the older man’s body and their faces were close enough that they were almost kissing, speaking together, a smile on her face. His eyebrows drew together and his lips fell open. If this was anywhere but here, he might have been jealous but...funny thing was...he wasn’t.
She must have felt his eyes on her, because her head turned and their eyes locked. It was like Chris had advised—baby steps and checking in with each other, taking each other’s temperatures.
From the soft smile and relaxed easy look in her eyes, it looked like she was completely comfortable with this. It was small, just a slight nod of her head before turning back to Chris. This time, she strained up and her lips met his, no deep throated kiss, just a brush of their lips. His eyes narrowed for a moment and he inhaled slowly.
Hmm...Still no jealousy. If anything, it was nice. Elena was nice. Chris was nice. Why the hell shouldn’t she kiss him? Elena liked Chris, but she loved her husband.
Sophia’s fingers played on the nape of his neck and he lowered his head to gaze into her eyes. His hands drifted lower over the supple flesh of her ass. This was all she needed. Her hands tugged at his neck, pulling his face lower and her lips met his. Her body was soft and warm in his arms, incredibly sexy and open to his caresses. And there on the dance floor, it was so right.
Her hips rolled from side to side, massaging her tummy over his cock. That was all it took. Her sultry seduction had his shaft hard and he flexed his hips, pressing it firmly into her body.
Her lips left his and she murmured her breath hot on the folds of his ear. “I can’t wait to fuck you.” Her breath was faster and its hotness on his skin sent a rush of lust straight to his cock.
He glanced over at Elena. Oh fuck. Chris’s hands cupped the underside of her ass, the dress lifted to show creamy smooth flesh above the top of her stocking. It was incredibly erotic, watching his wife being fondled by the handsome older man.
And Sophia. Oh my Lord. She had to be eight years older but damned if that didn’t make it even more irresistible. His fingers dug into the orbs of her ass and his other hand slithered between them, up to cup her breast. It was like he was a teenager again, alone with his first girlfriend on his parents sofa, the only thing separating them was the thinnest of fabric—his cock ready to dive deep into her depths while feeling her up.
The song ended and his breath came out in a whoosh. Fuck.
Sophia pulled his head down once more and her words were a fast rush. “I meant what I said, but you and Elena have to be okay with it. We’ll never push you but it doesn’t mean I don’t want to fuck you so bad I want to scream.”
When she pulled away, their eyes met and he grinned at her. “Ditto.”
She stepped back and her hand slid over Elena’s shoulder as she sidled up to her husband.
Elena turned to him and took his hand. They stood on the dance floor watching Sophia and Chris walk back to the table. Another slow song started which was just perfect. Now they could talk...see how much farther they wanted to take this.
Chapter 20
Don't say a word my virgin child
Just let your inhibitions run wild
The secret is about to unfold
Upstairs before the night's too old
— Rod Stewart, Tonight’s the Night
His arms went around her waist and they snuggled close swaying to the music. She could feel his cock still thick after dancing with Sophia. Not that she blamed him. Hell, when Sophia had kissed her and they’d been pressed close together, she’d gotten even wetter than when she’d been on the stripper pole. Add Chris to the equation, his hands caressing her ass, and all she could think about was how much she wanted his fingers inside her cunt.
She looked up at Matt, “You’re okay with everything so far?”
He nodded. “Absolutely. You?” His eyes were narrow, straining to see the truth in her face.
“Oh my God, yes. I can’t believe this place. I’ve never felt this horny or had this much fun doing it in public before.” She smiled and looked away for a moment before once more looking up at him. “I saw you with Sophia. At first I was taken back but then I was fine.”
She shook her head. “No. I was more than fine. It was hot. I don’t think I would mind getting together with them later.” She sighed and her smile faded. “I’m not sure about you and Eva but Sophia is cool.”
She stifled a giggle at how wide Matt’s eyes had grown and the grin on his face. After emailing Sophia and Chris, sharing photos, a friendship had formed. Eva and Frank were nice, sexy as hell but...she wasn’t sure about Matt being with Eva. Was it the fact that Sophia and Chris were older? Sure. That had something to do with it. But Eva was flaming hot. Maybe she’d spoil Matt with how hot she was and he wouldn’t feel the same about his wife after that.
“Look. We don’t have to do anything.” His eyes closed for a moment and then his lips formed a small smile. “That’s not true. I’d really like to see you and Sophia together. When you kissed earlier, it was smokin’ hot.”
Her pussy took on a life of its own and pulsed at her remembering Sophia’s embrace, her curvy body pressed against hers. She nodded, feeling her cheeks grow hot with the sheer pleasure of anticipation. Matt’s head dropped and he kissed her lips, his tongue meeting hers while he pressed his groin into her tummy. Oh yeah. He wasn’t lying about that—how turned on seeing the girl on girl.
She pulled back and her teeth rested on her lower lip. How could this play out? What about Eva and Frank? Would they be hurt or angry about being rejected? She sighed and rested her cheek against Matt’s chest. She liked them but there was no way she was ready to do anything sexually with them.
Oh God. Listen to her. She was deliberating on having sex with another couple and how to reject a second one so that they wouldn’t be hurt. What kind of a woman, or a wife was she becoming?
She smiled to herself: a hedonistic, fun loving one.
Once more she pulled back and spoke, looking up into Matt’s eyes. “How do we arrange this? I mean, just get together with Sophia and Chris? And are you okay with me fucking him?”
Matt’s eyebrows rose and he closed his eyes. A wide smile formed
on his lips and he spoke. “I think so. Sure! Did I just die and go to heaven? Don’t worry about Frank and Eva. They probably know other people here to get together with.”
“I know! I’ll talk to Sophia. She’ll know how this is done. She knows Eva, they’re friends.” She smiled and kissed his cheek. “I like this. The women making the decisions.” Her stomach was tingling with the excitement of it all. This was actually going to happen? Oh God! This was actually going to happen!
“Okay boss.” He took her by the hand and led the way back to the table.
Elena’s eyes narrowed seeing Sophia and Eva sitting close together, while Frank and Chris seemed to be sharing a joke, laughing and having a good time. Her smile faded. Maybe she was being unfair and managing this would be impossible.
She took a seat at Sophia’s side and smiled glancing over at Eva.
“Another twenty minutes till midnight. Frank and I are going into the play area to save a spot. It’ll be busy after the ball drops.” Eva looked at Sophia and squeezed her hand. “We’ll see you back there.” She rose and skimmed by her friend, sliding her hand along Elena’s cheek. She leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Can you go to the bathroom with me?”
Elena’s mouth went suddenly dry and her eyes were wide looking up into Eva’s. What was up? She nodded and rose to her feet.
When Sophia rose as well, she sighed with relief. This was probably how things went. The women, knowing their partners’ limits and setting them out with the other gals. At the bathroom door, there was a small line-up.
Eva turned and rested her hand on Elena’s arm. “Let’s duck into this room for a minute.”
She led the way through an archway, to a small area with a few chairs and a sofa. She took a seat and patted the cushion next to her, smiling at Elena.