DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

He already knew which one. There was a tall dark-haired guy who
seemed to touch Vicky all over as they danced without actually
making contact. He was incredibly lithe and co-ordinated. Maybe
a professional dancer or athlete. He certainly looked in great
shape.

The pair seemed as one as they moved around the floor in a blur
of physicality. Vicky eventually came over to Pete. Her chest
was heaving with exertion as she sipped her drink.

"He's the one sweetheart. And I think I felt his cock press
against me while we danced. If it is, it's huge. I mean scary
huge!"

Pete did his best to ignore this and the jealousy rising within
him. "So what did he say? Will he do it?"

Vicky squeals with embarrassment - "Oh! No!"

Pete relaxes, pleased.

"I haven't asked him. I think you should do that bit! He might
think it forward coming from me. And I wouldn't want to put him
off."

"No way in hell am I going up to some strange guy and asking him
to fuck my wife!" Pete looked like he was about ready to storm
out.

Vicky put her hand on his chest and came in close. He could feel
her breath on his neck. "Pete, we don't want to break up do we?
I'm a woman. I have needs. Just like you. This might be our last
chance. Please!"

Pete felt his stomach tighten. He had no idea things had gotten
this serious. He couldn't imagine life without Vicky at his
side. He looked at the man still on the dance-floor.

Pete took a deep breath and nodded to Vicky. She grinned widely
and gave him a big kiss on the mouth. His cock tightened
immediately in response. He held her tight against him. She felt
great. He pressed his throbbing crotch against her. This was
madness. He wanted to take her home and make love all night.

"C'mon now Pete. I don't want you putting Thierry off!" she
gently pushed him off and nodded in the direction of the dance-
floor.

Pete resigned himself to his embarrassing task and made his way
through the crowd to Thierry. He tapped him on the shoulder and
leaned in close, shouting over the music. "Excuse me sir,
Thierry isn't it?"

The man nodded.

"I think you've been dancing with my friend.." He couldn't bring
himself to say wife - it would be too humiliating. At least this
way he didn't look like such a loser. "The blonde woman with the
red dress - she's my friend, and I'm about to drive her home.
She wanted to know if you'd like a lift."

Thierry said nothing but a huge grin slowly drifted across his
handsome face. He nodded.. "Yeah" he shouted over the incessant
beat, "I'd like that, thanks."

He followed Pete back towards Vicky. She nodded at Pete and took
Thierry's hand. She pulled him in close and kissed him on the
mouth for what seemed to Pete to be an obscenely long time. They
both investigated each other with their tongues.

Pete couldn't help noticing both the bulge in Thierry's trousers
and his wandering hands moving over Vicky's waist and down to
her arse. She pushed her hips forward and ground herself into
his crotch as they continued to kiss. If Pete didn't get them
out now and into his car they looked like they'd drop to the
floor and make love right there.

He ushered the pair out past the bouncers and into the cool
night air.

"We'll wait here while you get the car" Vicky instructed as
Thierry moved in for another long kiss. Pete was about to answer
when he realised no-one was listening. He went off to get his
car.

As he pulled up, neither Thierry or Vicky did anything. They
just continued to kiss until Pete got out and opened the rear
doors of his merc for the couple. They both got in and continued
stroking and kissing each other.

Pete got back behind the wheel and drove off into the night
feeling for all the world like a cheap chauffeur rather than
Vicky's husband.

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