My Wife's Little Surprise On The Dance Floor

I read these stories and wonder how many are real. The ones I love are about hot wives being shared and the whole cuckold scene. I’ve been married to Karen for twenty-seven years. She’s a knockout natural blonde I met in college after three kids. She looks amazing. Her breasts are just wonderful 36C and her ass is to die for. When she dresses up, she still takes my breath away. She knows about my hot wife fantasy, and we have pla a few times. Honestly, I don’t want to share her fantasies about it. The closest I get is on holiday when she goes topless; I adore men looking at her tits; we have the best sex ever whilst on holiday after she’s had the babies out.

Last weekend we attended a silver anniversary celebration. I hurt my knee playing five-a-side football, so I couldn’t dance. The party was brilliant, and everybody got hammered. Karen looked incredible in a dark green floral dress that extenuated her ass and figure. I did shuffle dance with her for a while, but my knee hurt, so I had to sit down. Karen was dancing with a few women; she looked fabulous, shaking her stuff; I knew many men were feasting on her. Towards the end of the night, I got talking to a couple of friends, and when I looked up, I saw Karen dancing with a young man. The lights were down, and the remaining couples on the dance floor were slowly dancing; what caught my eye was that the young fellow had his hands on my wife’s ass; what’s more, he was actively squeezing and stroking it.

I was shocked and a little angry; however, Karen glanced over at me, smiled, and blew a kiss my way. Holy hell, she was doing this for me!! Despite being pissed, I got a hard-on. When she knew I’d seen her, she mouthed, “OK” I nodded. I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. My lovely wife is having her ass mauled by a young stud, and I was getting the watch. Speaking to her afterwards, she was aware that other people might be watching, and after she had signalled me, she wanted seclusion.

Karen and her young man danced around the corner of the stage where all the tables were empty; it also blocked the view of the dance floor. I moved to the far corner of the hall, next to the black wall dr**es I was invisible in the dim light. Karen and her young friend continued to dance as he groped and squeezed her ass.

His hands moved, and I saw him fondling her tits over her dress. I went behind one of the wall dr**es and squeezed my hard cock as my wife was openly groped on the dance floor. I was having palpitations. He then kisses her and leads her back to the wall next to the stage and into an alcove that was an exit to the hotel’s closed leisure facilities (fitting I thought). They were now totally shielded from all the remaining guests, plus the last orders had been called at the bar. I moved further around and could just about see my wife in the alcove corridor. Her young friend was passionately kissing her and squeezing her tits. She kept looking over his shoulder; I now know she was ensuring I was there.

I know this is quite tame next to some of the experiences on here; however, there was one last thing that happened. It only lasted a minute, but it blew my mind apart. As I watched my wife kiss and get her tits and ass groped, Mark then went for gold and put his hand up the front of her dress. Karen let this go for a minute or so, during which time I could see him rubbing her crotch. I was getting faint and dizzy watching this event and concerned, as I didn’t want this to go further. Jealousy was triggering. Karen then breaks away, pushes him back, and despite his attempts to pull her back, she walks away. Later she told me to get away; she told the young pup that her husband would be looking for her. After the taxi dropped us off, my first question was, “Did he touch your pussy” Karen laughed and told me he had managed to get his hand up her dress and down her pantyhose and panties and slid a finger through her pussy lips before she grabbed his wrist to stop him. He rubbed her pubes, trying to get his hand between her legs again, but she stopped him. This was enough to trigger some wild sex. Another man had kissed, groped, and touched my wife’s pussy. Even typing this, my hands shake, and I want to fuck her again.

Karen told me later that the young man’s name was Jack; he was a twenty-seven-year-old sales executive! The young stud was twenty-two years younger than her!! I asked what happened on Earth that caused her to act out of character. She told me Jack had been hitting on her; she was flattered. The thought in her tipsy mind was either to make me jealous or to thrill me. She managed both.