Two Dancers, Havana & Few Couples

I compliment you, "Your show was better," as you squeeze my hand and you say, "I love you so much and that was so sexy; you're the best husband ever."

A chair is placed on the dance floor and with her hands on the back, of the chair her toned legs and bum ass moving, she starts teasing him again. He kept his linen yoga trousers pants on all this time, and now as he grabs her waist grinding himself against her tight bum behind; the music changes again to a very slow beat like a heart with the flashing of the lights. It's like that they are moving in slow motion. Her body looks fabulous in the light, her underwear bra barely holding in her breasts and so they don't move. I think they are fake not natural, but who cares. She makes eye contact with everyone, looking for approval without speaking. Her hand reaches back and grabs the waistline of the trousers pants and rips them showing the top of one leg. His hands stay connected with her hips and she moves her other hand back and rips the other side, this time exposing his entire lower body. His dick cock clear to see by everyone now; but all in slow motion due to the lights flashing so quickly. Moving forward on to her, his dick cock disappears from view between her thighs, and now it's his turn to he's teaseing her now. Her bum She dancesing over his crotch, or rather, her thighs have it gripped between them.

I love the way she looks at people, especially us, with a sort of 'cat got the cream' look on her face. The music carries on and the lights go down, then completely off. Just the heartbeat music and two shadows of the two on the stage. Slowly the lights build up with flashes of red, and white, and purple. You squeeze my had tight then. As it's darker where the audience is, you start stroking my very hard dick erection over my jeans. I return the favour by rubbing your pussy under your skirt. With flashes on the stage, now you can now tell by the body movements, that he is fucking her from behind. The audience is in near darkness, your pussy is so wet, and my fingers quite easily find a way to your lips. By this time, you've undone my jeans and are on your knees in front of me, pulling my jeans them down then with my shorts; and look up and at me and say, "Watch the show, my love," and then proceed to suck me as I watch them fuck. I've never been so horny and sexed up in my life.

Looking down at you, a watching my dick cock slide in and out of your tight mouth. Your hands on my thighs nails digging in, and I only see dimly lit flashes in slow motion of a dimly lit my wife sucking me. You undo your jacket and look up to me with my dick cock in your hand... I want to watch, too. Lifting your skirt up and standing in front of me facing the stage you lower yourself down onto my dick lap. You have the view of the stage. He is really speeding up now! As the lights flash you can see glimpses of him dick then disappearing into her. Her underwear g-string still on throughout, and he's still got is torn ripped trousers pants around his knees and ankles.

I'm sat still sitting down, still and your grinding has me going deep into me you. Feeling you so wet, I start biting your back and shoulders. Looking around, there are also a few others fucking while watching the show. The next table has a couple watching us; we don't mind if they enjoy us, too. I'm very impressed with how hard I am, and how long this is lasting for me under the circumstances.

At this point, the cute waitress comes up to us at this point. She's very cute and says, "Please don't stop, but would you like another bottle?"

"Yes, please," I say. please.

She stands there right in front of us, and puts her hand on your shoulder, "Can I add to your pleasure?... "

"Sure," you say, with the moans of pleasure excitement; she starts to kiss you as...

(to be continued...)

Notes:

for male dancer, tried to use abdomen, instead of stomach; sexier

for the women, tried to use lingerie, instead of underwear; sexier

used cock, instead of dick; sometimes using hardness, erection, manhood;

replaced trousers with pants; this may be a North American preference, as here it is yoga pants;

replaced bum with ass; sexier

Reading the story as I edit; so I have not started to read the second chapter. You may wish to post this chapter first, and then see what kind of feedback you get. I will wait to hear back from you before proceeding to story 2.

Best regards,

Kenji

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When writing a story, I write it to my wife. I write through my eyes. The story is true, it's just that we haven't lived it yet...

I'm a 36 year old English guy, tanned and toned, with short brown hair and green eyes. My wife is 32, of German descent, blonde hair, greenish blue eyes, and is absolutely gorgeous. She has the body of a twenty year old, is an ex-dancer, and did some modelling herself.

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The audience lights go down, and just white light with the occasional red flare light up creating a very erotic scene. Music starts to build, and you can feel the bass pulse through your body. The small stage is set up with two stripper poles, and the outline of a female body can be seen through the back curtain. There is something very sexy about a woman's shadow, showing the mysterious ways a woman can move. It's members only night, tonight. Around thirty people are in the club, and all are extremely good looking and chatty.

The way the club is set up, it is more intimate, more of a dance floor in a circular design with what looks like a white fur rug. The mysterious dancer starts to move slowly in a teasing way and comes closer to the light. She's not naked as first thought; she has an almost transparent dressing gown on, with very sexy looking black lace lingerie underneath.

Her hair, brown, is tied up with just a few strands of hair coming over her face and back. I'd say she is Italian, very attractive with a very toned body. Her eyes flash as the light hits, and then are green, looking like contact lenses, but amazingly so. Her teeth are perfect as she shows a little white, while her very full lips are definitely Mediterranean. I love the way she's not wearing shoes or boots; I find barefoot with lingerie very sexy. Walking over to perform, she seems to enjoy moving so slowly. With every step, her feet roll from toe to heel in a controlled, yet sensual way. Her olive skin again looks so good on the white rug. There are four couples in the front row, including us. We have a bottle of Havana, an ice bucket, and some limes with bottles of coke.

As she walks on to the carpet like a cat so gentle and in control, slowly looking around the club; but in a way to that checks for any danger, very feline-like. Her lingerie is a g-string in black lace with a tiny little red bow on one side, her hand on one of the poles with her nails perfectly painted red to match. Her skin looks amazing and I'd say she definitely does yoga. In a trance-like state, she looks into everyone's eyes, sitting in the front row, as all mouths gape open and all eyes are glued to her.

The music turns into the sound of a heartbeat with gentle harps. She's still facing the small audience and her feet stay still on the white carpet; her perfect toes also painted. It's like she is waiting for something.

As she stands there, you put your hand on my leg and squeeze your nails into me, it sends tingles all over my body. The heartbeat sound gets faster with the lights starting to turn more red. Looking directly at us, she turns her body around while keeping her eyes fixed on us. Very exciting and very sensual.

She keeps a hold on the pole, melding her body closer to it. The silver pole again compliments her Mediterranean skin. Our eyes, and those of the other couples, like what they see. The form of her legs and bum is exactly the same as yours, but a different colour. The bra is fitted and must be designer. Her breasts fill the bra and I'd say by the look of her she would be a 36; but could be 40 like you. She keeps an arm by her side and smiles.

The heartbeat sound stops. The lights all turn to red with just a single white spotlight on the girl. The curtain lights up from behind, and this time a man's shadow appears. Again, no shoes, and as far as I tell, he's only wearing yoga pants.

He slowly walks over to her, as the heartbeat starts again. The lights also flash gently to the beat that I'm sure is getting faster. I lean into you and kiss you on your cheek. I love you! You smile and start kissing me very deeply, I don't know if it's because this is turning you on, or if you are signalling to others... this is my man. Either way, a sensual kiss thank you.

As the guy we're watching comes closer, he is more focused on the girl. Yes I was right, white yoga pants, bare feet and longish hair. Again, he looks tanned and wow, what a body he has. His pants are pulled down a little and showing off his six pack, and especially the V-shape on either side. Your nails on my leg dig in deeper as you take a drink through your straw.

He walks over to the pole and stands in front of it. His arms by his side, she goes behind him and starts scratching his chest up and down. Her head over his shoulder looking directly at us... well it seems like she is...

His arms very toned and muscular, her red nails glide up them and puts both her hands on his shoulders. Still standing behind him, she pulls his arms up and back behind the pole, and as if by magic, handcuffs his hands behind his head and the pole. He cannot move.

He's so toned, you can't tell if he is breathing. At this point, she has him trapped and walks around the carpet looking at the other couples, but we are by far the best looking couple in the place.

We are dressed quite casual. I've just got jeans on, and a tight T-shirt on displaying my body fitness; and you have a Victoria's Secret lace bra/top with your really Kool cream jacket that I got you in Nigeria, and a skirt to match. It's above the knee and you have some ankle boots on to match... very smart, and very sexy. We look good, darling.

The dancer comes closer to us and stands right In front of us. She is your body double, I swear. She looks down at you and takes a drink from your glass. We don't mind... I hold my glass. She reaches out and touches your face, her fingers over your lips very gently, and no speaking.

You kiss her fingers that are on your lips and she slowly slides one of her fingers into your mouth. Your eyes now lock together... with her other hand, she pulls the Havana bottle out of the ice bucket, flicks the top off and pours some into her mouth. Your tongue licks her finger that's still in your mouth, as she leans down to her arm, opening her mouth releasing the rum, down her arm, hand, her middle finger, and then into your mouth. It's only a little bit that you can taste; but enough to taste Havana... very sexy.

You, being you, stand up and playfully hold her hips pushing her down onto the chair next to me. You take the bottle out of her hand and take a bigger swig. Holding it in your mouth, you move in to kiss her. You hold her chin forcing her mouth open and let the Havana pour between her lips. Moving in closer, you do kiss eventually and your tongues meet in her mouth. You both taste a combination of Havana, cigarettes, sex and lipstick. The whole club is watching now; but that's not the show, so you let her go and do her thing.

Back to the stage, this time taking a bottle of Havana from the barman. I thought she had bought us a bottle, but no. Walking over to her man on the pole, she stands behind him again, kissing his neck. The music changes to something more sensual, slower, and sexy.

She is a little bossy and pushes his head to one side. Kissing his neck harder and her hands on his hips. So beautiful to see her hands with that red nail vanish on his toned abdomen, looking like a photoshoot for a high fashion magazine.

The way this girl teases the audience, and then teases the ladies with having the guy tied up is very powerful. The guy is smiling and enjoying the attention from this seductive animal that has captured him as her prey.

She looks directly at you and drinks again a mouthful of Havana. This time she pours it over his shoulder so some of it goes down his back, some down his arm, and some of the Cuban rum runs down his chest to his stomach. I think she did this for you.

The music still plays but with a different feel to it. It's more like stripping music from the pop charts, but like an extended version with an extra long intro. The lights expertly controlled to go with the visual and the atmosphere. So here he is, this fine specimen of a man handcuffed above his head to a silver pole, some of his body wet with the white rum pour.

The girls you would expect should be screaming like in a strip show, but the audience is silent... with just the music playing. It's so unlike us, not to talk to everyone in the place; but we are very much entertained.

I've never fancied any guy before; but I do appreciate the male body, especially in the right light and right context. He looks good. Piercing blue eyes that sparkle when the white lights shine, a bit of designer stubble, and sharp looks.

So far the rum is being massaged into his body from behind by the dancer. You look to me and say you want to do that. Smiling, I make a joke and say, "Do him, or have your hands on his body dripping in white rum?"

You reply, "Maybe a bit of both... " with your cheeky smile.

You take the bottle from the table and kneel above me dripping rum from your mouth into mine. We kiss passionately and we know we're being watched. Even the dancer and the guy watch us kiss, and I'd say most of the couples there, too. Your tongue feels electric in me with a slight burn from the rum, as it dribbles from my mouth down my chest making my shirt wet. Wow... that was electric.

The dancer whispers something in the guy's ear, and he nods his head. With her own bottle, she walks over to us, winks at me and takes your hand. She guides you to the dance floor where you take her place behind the pole. You still have your clothes on, but as you move closer to the pole you undo your jacket exposing your lace underwear. She comes behind you and takes her hair down. She has long brown hair to the base of her back, flowing and slight curls. Taking your hands and placing them on his shoulders, the whole room is smiling now, as you dig your nails into his shoulders. Cheekily, you move your hands over his arms up and down feeling every his muscle.

He has a seductive smell of aftershave, which starts to intoxicate you into a trance. She passes you a bottle which you take in your hand, but still holding his neck from behind. Just before you take a drink, you pour the bottle over his chest at the same time grabbing his hair pulling is head right back, as the rum pours over his chest and abdomen and down his white yoga pants.

Obviously, when any liquid is poured over white linen, it has an immediate effect over the transparency of the material. With the lights on you three, the audience can see that he is not wearing underwear, and the outline of his cock is clear to see.

You hand the bottle back to the dancer, and with your body pushed up against the pole, your hands start to work their magic. Your perfectly painted cream coloured nails show up over his tanned Italian looking body. You can't help but nibble on his neck and he keeps his head back to offer you more.

Dropping to your knees you grab his ankles and rub up his legs feeling his leg muscles and sometimes pulling up his pants showing us his ankles and lower legs. Then slowly you start to feel the Havana soaked material around the crotch area, as you massage his legs.

Yes, he is hard. It can't be denied. The pants may as well be see though as the shape and size of his cock show through.

As you move up his body, you pull your hands away slightly, so as not to touch him; but the fact is, he's sexed up and turned on by having you doing this. He starts to grow bigger, even though you're being gentle. Your hand brushes over his erection slightly, you felt him; but you stay teasing yet ladylike, and raise up to his abdomen. Rubbing your fingers lightly over his abs using more of a fingertip touch and less nail; you stand up and kiss his neck again, and whisper in his ear... something.

You smile at the amazed dancer who is turned on and sexed up, too. You look over to me seeking approval, as I give with a smile and tingles over my body. As you walk back to me with your jacket still unbuttoned, you look back and give them a smile. Finally, the girl speaks breaking her silence, "Hey come back here, we want more."

You look at the guy, and say, "Okay?" He smiles and nods. The music changes again to more seductive music, and you take off your jacket showing your amazing body to all. Your hair looks fucking amazing as you stand in front of the helpless guy. With your hands behind you holding his hips, and you can feel him hard against you. The audience can't see if your body is touching his... we can guess, though. A quick look back at the girl, while keeping your body facing the audience, you kiss her, then a kiss for the guy, too. As you kiss the guy, you feel his sharp stubble on your lips, cheek, and chin. Very manly features.

Massaging his hips while looking directly at me, you start to move your body to the music. Each cheek of your perfect ass feels his cock though the skirt. Completely teasing him, more rum is added over his chest, flowing down his body. At this point, the dancer releases the handcuffs, but holds his head against to the pole. He can't move his body, but his hands find your hips, guiding them from side to side bringing you closer. Throughout this, you are in control and own the stage. His hands wander over your body; feeling his hands over you and your lace bra top, you tingle with excitement.

You grab his right hand keeping it still, and with your left hand you rub down the front of his crotch over his cock that's wet from the rum soaked material. You keep your hand there, and tell the girl, "... more rum."

She pours the rum again down his body, but this time, you move your back into his chest and feel the rum down your back and his hard chest. She keeps pouring and as you are so close to him, the rum goes down your beautiful back into your skirt along the crease of your cute ass. A slight burn, but now pleasure from the now warm rum seeps down your ass into your lace underwear, adding to the cocktail of sex already there.

From where I sit, it looks very sexy, highlighted by the lingerie you girls have on. She has a hold of his head, biting and kissing his neck and whispering things in his ear. Arching your back pushing yourself into him, then standing straight so you have more room to move your hands. The rum gets poured one more time, and as your back feels the wetness of the rum you push your ass right up against him. The way you position yourself now, is like a perfect parking place between your cheeks; it also allows the rum to flow down your skirt again into the crack over his now very hard cock en route to your now very wet pussy.

You squeeze your ass clamping him between your cheeks. You're still looking directly at me smiling, and occasionally looking back at the reaction of these two gorgeous sexy humans. As your hands are now busy teasing him slowly, using a combination of soft stokes with a surprise nailing deep squeeze of him. You can squeeze as hard as you want; he is like steel. His hands over your stomach now, he is behaving himself so far... until he finds the clip for your skirt and swiftly takes it off in one movement.

Wow, what a body you have, darling. You are slightly shocked; but enjoying the moment immensely. Your body is hypnotically moving to the beat. Now that a layer of clothing has been removed from your rum soaked lace g-string, your sensitive skin can feel him, and every detail of his manhood. Because he's not wearing underwear, every move of your ass pushes his cock from side to side.