It was a Friday night, there was a new local club open and Kyana had been begging me to go. I wasn’t much of a dancer but I had been promising here a night out for ages so I agreed.
She started getting ready at about 5 pm, teasing me by parading around the bedroom naked while she picked out what she wanted to wear. She went for a short black skirt and a tight top with a pair of heels, at 5ft 7 they brought her closer to my high which is just over 6ft. Her legs always looked amazing in skirts and I often wished she’d wear them more.
Seeing her get ready was a sight I always enjoyed. At 29 Kyana is stunning, a gorgeous body that turns heads, black medium length hair, brown eyes. It always turns me on to see her dressed up. Myself, I’m about 6ft 1, dark hair, I work out just to keep in shape and together people say we look like the perfect couple. Once she was happy with the way we looked we awaited the taxi which arrived at about 6 pm to take us to town which was a 30-minute drive. The club was called Karma and was in a row of other bars and restaurants. We stopped off in one of these bars to grab a quick drink before heading to Karma as we’d heard drinks we very expensive. I was happy to spend the night here but Kyana was desperate to get dancing.
We walked the short distance to the club hand-in-hand, as we entered I noticed the two bouncers fix their eyes on my gf. Once inside there was a large dance floor, a couple of bars and an upper level. It was a lively place with the music pumping out meaning you needed to be close to each other to actually talk.
I told Kyana I’d grab us some drinks if she wanted to dance. The bar area was rammed with people and it took a good while to get our drinks. I fought my way back, drinks in hand to try and find Kyana. She was dancing away on the crowded dance floor, I stayed away from there and sipped my drink just watching her. Every now and then a guy would try his luck, these young guys trying to flirt with her and each one being brushed off.
She looked over a saw me watching from the sidelines and called me over, I shook my head and held her drink and over she walked. Grabbing her vodka and coke she downed it and asked me to grab another for her as dancing was thirsty work. Once I returned she was dancing in the centre of a group of guys, I could see her giggling as she gave a flick of her skirt and cast them aside, she was in charge and in control.
I caught her eye and she came over to me, slightly stumbling and grabbed our two drinks and finished them and then begged me to join her. I told her I was enjoying the sight and as she walked away gave a cheeky grin. This time there seemed to be more sexy moves as her confidence grew. A new group of guys tried their luck and the braver guys tried grinding up against her. Every now and then she looked over but seemed to give up on asking me to join her. She just smiled and seemed to enjoy the attention she was getting. I signalled I was getting more drinks and she nodded in appreciation.
With the bar getting busier it took me longer and longer to return. Once back I noticed that one of the guys had been with her for a while. He looked about my height, an athletic-looking Arab man. He was closer than any of the others had got. He was standing behind her and she was pressing her butt into his crotch, arching her back and wiggling with the music. As the music played I adjusted my eyes to see if it was really true. Kyana was definitely rubbing her butt against this Arabian man’s cock. I never thought I’d see my wife acting like this, I’d never seen this side of her before, I was a tad jealous but also turned on.
Kyana then turned to face the guy and put her arms around his neck and whispered something into his ear, I’ve no idea what was said but he laughed and shook his head. She moved back slightly and nodded to him, he gave a shrug of the shoulders and moved in close to him, rubbing her ass once more against his cock.
From where I was standing I could see his hands grab her waist, running them up to her breasts and back down again, Kyana looked around trying to see me but didn’t spot me through the crowds of people. Her hand went between her dress and dance partner, obviously, have a feel of him as she bent over more to give him a view of her round ass. He seemed to shake his head in disbelieve as he moved one of his hands between her butt and his cock.
I had to make sure I moved a little so I could get a good view as the dancefloor seemed to be getting busier and busier. I found a good viewpoint and saw him still moving his hand between her skirt and his cock. At no time did it appear that she was putting up a fight, and didn’t care that they were in the middle of the club. I wondered if he was being so bold as to try and get a few fingers in her. I convinced myself that at the most he might be rubbing her knickers. I moved to get a better view and could see them grinding against each other.
She kept moving in time with the music, the guy bent slightly and then raised up and lifted her skirt but it didn’t fall back into place, getting bunched up just at the top of her bum. He was pushing against her and she was pushing her body back against his, forgetting the music she was just moving her hips back and forth. My wife was without doubt dirty dancing with this stranger. Every few moments she would search for me but never spotted me. My heart pounding I moved a little closer to them.
Her skirt would flick up every few seconds, the guy’s large powerful hands gripping her waist and pulling her deeper to him. The harder he pounded the higher her skirt rose until my fears were confirmed. I saw his huge cock rock solid ramming into her. This Arab guy that she’d only just met was fucking my wife right there on the dance floor. No longer were they keeping up the act of dancing now they were full on going back and forth with force.
If the music suddenly died everyone would hear her moaning, begging him to fuck her harder. He had one hand on her belly and other turning her slightly so they could kiss, his hand then moved up her body to her breasts as he massaged them.
It all suddenly stopped, as she removed his cock from her, as she turned around I caught a glimpse of his cock. If anyone was looking they would have seen his solid 10-inch cock but Kyana quickly turned around and he lifted her up so her legs were wrapped around his waist. Her pussy and his weapon were covered by her skirt, they tried to move in time with the music but as he lowered her the head of his cock was entering my wife’s married pussy. His strong arms holding her up while he slid his cock in and out of her wet pussy. Her head throwing back with pleasure as her legs gripped him tighter.
Again she looked around but didn’t see me and she began kissing his neck and lips, him trusting harder and harder. Their movements were no longer in time with the music and they acted like no one else was around. Kyana bouncing up and down on his bare cock, as she looked deep into his eyes as her legs tightened around his waist as she came. He was taking slow powerful thrusts as he sent his cum deep into my wife’s unprotected pussy. Giving her every last drop.
Sensing they were finished I turned to find a booth to sit in, as I turned I bumped into two Arab fellas who were also watching the action and the said: “I hope you enjoyed the show”. Without saying a word I walked off and found a seat.
A few minutes later Kyana found me and asked “Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you” I replied, “I couldn’t find you so grabbed some drinks and a table.” With a smile on her face, she mentioned she saw an old work friend Kelly and got chatting and dancing. She said she liked the club but it was very loud. She said I should have come dancing with her, I would have enjoyed it.
She then said she needed the bathroom and she’d be back in a minute, as she walked away I noticed what looked like cum running down her leg.
As soon as she was out of sight, three large Arab men sat at the table, the two guys I bumped into and the one who had just fucked my wife.
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