The Awakening - Jane Pt. 01

And that's where he let go of me, and I began to pitch forward. The black abyss before me. Ready to swallow me whole. And to my shock, I closed my eyes without fear, and stepped off...

And then you were there behind me, kissing the top of my head, your hands resting on my shoulders. And I woke up from my reverie. The ground beneath my feet once more, as the loyal and loving woman re-inhabiting my body with a jolt, just as if I'd stuck my finger in a socket. I turned to you, mind spinning. Our eyes met, and your smile turned into an amused frown; "Are you ok baby?" you asked looking from me, to Charles and then back to me. And that's where I discovered I was an exceptional liar. Smiling...as the need to reassure you overtook every other thought and emotion. "I'm fine baby...you just took me by surprise. I missed you." And with that, your smile returned, and you went to take the seat to my left.

I saw my opportunity and grabbed it, slipping from my seat and grabbing your hand before you sat down..."lets dance." I almost hissed as I pulled you towards the crowded dance floor. I didn't leave you any opportunity to argue and you lurched after me. As we moved through the throng of bodies...your hand slipped from mine but I didn't stop.

I closed my eyes and all I could see was his face smiling at me. His deep, brown eyes pulling me in. My pussy ached. I was in danger of unravelling in front of you and when I opened my eyes, I looked with shock as three handsome black men surrounded me. Shirtless and muscled, they slowly worked you to the periphery and with a quick glance over at Charles, the other 'me' took over. She had wrestled control from the sane, married me, and pushed me forward into the middle of the three men...

I began to gyrate amidst them. The music, the heat, the rum...Charles. Such a powerful cocktail. Even from his seat, I'm sure Charles could even see the bumps my nipples were making in my dress. They were so hard they ached and I might as well have not been wearing any bra at all. The black fabric hung on me like it was wet, clinging to my full breasts. I was an ancient goddess in a temple dedicated to the physical pleasures. The wild woman had finally woken and she was in danger of having the time of her life.

I was beginning to feel a level of arousal I'd not felt in a long time, and when the largest of them pulled me to him, and slid his thigh between my legs, I felt more alive than I had been in years. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on tight as we began to dirty dance, grinding into one another. My breasts were mashed into his taut, firm chest and my nipples were grazing his skin through dress as we moved. If that continued for much longer, I'd pass out so I arched my back and pushed away from him. My long auburn curls almost reaching the floor. His strong, muscled arm gripping my around the waist. We rocked back and forth into one another, against one another, to the slow, dirty riff. The loud reggae reverberating off the whitewashed walls of the club. I had my eyes closed. I don't know how long we danced like that for. I had lost all sense of time. I was immersed in the music, the swaying of bodies around me...the feeling of being alive.

I could feel the hunk's cock pressing against my mound, and I opened my eyes, whipping my head back and gazing at him. Far from being shocked or outraged, or embarrassed by it, I felt excited. A wave of pure, animal arousal washed through me. Something I hadn't felt in such a long time. I knew I was the centre of attention and for the first time in years, the shy, passive Jane was gone, and there she was...the wild, wanton woman, woken from her deep slumber.

This feeling alone was almost as good as sex itself and I meant to ride it as long as I could. I knew I had the boys hooked. They were all young, virile and obviously aroused. So was I. So were you. One glance at your face told me that. So I gently eased away from my dancing partner...trailing a long finger along his smooth skin, over his muscled arm and shoulder as I slowly walked to you. Eyes locked on yours. And I found you; found your lips and I leaned in and poured every ounce of energy I had into the kiss. It diminished me not one bit and your response only fed my energy. I felt amazing at that moment. My husband was hard and wanting me. My dancing boys would have fulfilled my every fantasy right there on the dance floor had I asked.

And I knew he would be watching. I wondered if he would be jealous. If he would be hard? I glanced over to our table and found him. He was laughing, shaking his head. Our eyes met, and I knew that for the first time since I had taken my vows I would cum in another man's arms. I hadn't cheated yet. Tonight, I was still your faithful wife but it was going to be an interesting holiday...