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"Hey, wanna dance?" she asked me shyly.
From somewhere to my left, I heard someone grumble, "What the hell? She just told me that she was too tired to dance." I couldn't help but chuckle.
"What?" she asked, her eyes narrowing. I quickly looked over at my wife slow dancing with Paul and she smiled and nodded.
"Oh, nothing," I replied. "I'd love to dance with you."
I took the lead and led her over near my wife. I took Nadia into my arms and started swaying gently to the music. I tried to keep it chaste, but Nadia melted into me almost instantly. She was so soft and warm, and she just kept rubbing against me. I couldn't help but become hard. Fuck, I thought to myself, instantly feeling guilty and I began to panic. That's when I noticed my wife. She was watching my face over Paul's shoulder and had a shit-eating grin on her face. She clearly knew what was happening. For that matter, Nadia knew it too. I could tell because she kept rubbing her flat stomach back and forth over it, teasing me horribly. Whatever happened, I was going to take my wife back to our room and fuck her silly. That'd teach her, I thought to myself before chuckling. No, no it wouldn't. After a year-and-a-half or so, it seemed, the song finally ended. It took another few seconds for Nadia to finally let me go.
"Thank you," she sighed before perking up slightly. "You're a wonderful dancer, by the way."
"It was my pleasure," I replied, willing my erection to go down. "And, thank you. Take care of yourself, Nadia. You deserve to be happy."
She smiled sadly and nodded. "Thanks for hearing me out, Jace. I'm really glad you managed to find happiness."
She smiled again, turned, and walked off the dancefloor and out of my life. Celia and Paul were with me a moment later.
"Where did she go?" asked Celia.
"She left. I don't think she's coming back," I told her. "Why?"
"Damn. Oh well," she replied. "I think it's time to retire," she looked over at Paul. "Thanks for the dance. Don't be a stranger. Now, my husband and I have some business to see to," she added.
"No problem," said Paul. "I'm gonna go and see if Katie Hutchins wants to dance. She's cute and has been eyeing me all evening."
"Nice," I laughed. "Go get her. We'll talk to you later, bud."
We hugged and off he went on his search for Ms. Hutchins, leaving me alone with my sexy wife.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 2 years agoWhat a load of crap, they abandoned him and now they are traipsing out a series of excuses.
Anonymousalmost 2 years agoWhat an arse Paul was, he did not get any replies to his letters so he gave up, if he was any sort of friend he would have grown some balls and visited him, no excuses.
Anonymousalmost 3 years agoGreat plot, super narration, snappy conversations, and heartfelt love. My wife and I thank you for this excellent series!
Anonymousabout 3 years agoWhy not cast Nadia in the film Jace is directing? Perhaps there is a nice actor in the cast that could love Nadia? Of course, you could also use the girl-girl thing with Nadia and Celia, or have Nick try to take revenge and bully Celia--like the French big-shot tried.
