Last night, I watched [m]y g[f] Jess dance with Danny…

Last night, I watched Jess dance with Danny…

Jess wanted to go dancing last night, and she told me she wanted to dance and up the ante with Danny, by dancing with him and “taking it from there”

She was wearing a green, knee-length dress, with a slit down the side, that allowed her thigh to subtly show when she walked. She had her bright red lipstick in her hand, sliding it across in a smooth motion, smearing a bright-red gloss on her soft lips.

She told Danny to come dance with her, and he agreed. They did not plan on hooking up… *Hey babe, tonight, I want you to take my wet pussy when I’m back*.

Fair point, I wanted to make fucklove to her later when her pussy was dripping from the night out.

I preempted her by “leaving for a friend’s place”, to play games and toke up. Instead I drove 2 blocks and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

At 10.30 pm, she texted me “heading out now, lov ya xoxo -j”

Several minutes later, I saw an uber drive past me, and then a few mins after that, it passed me back. I was crouched low in my seat, but I saw Jess’ face in the backseat, aglow in the light of her phone screen. She was smiling coyly, her glossy red lips parting in a half-smile, half-smirk. That look when she know she’s going to drive Danny crazy.

I was hard just thinking about fucking her later.

I let a minute or so pass, and drove to the nearest pub. I must’ve spent nearly an hour, drinking 2 pints at the slowest possible pace and cleansing it with a shot of B-52. It brought on a nice, fuzzy feeling… not drunk, but slightly tipsy. At the edge of that vainglory where confidence and charisma begins to overtake wisdom and anxiety.

Good God, I was what… 35 minutes in the waiting line? Most of the guys were waiting, as were their girlfriends, pumping themselves up for the night ahead, telling bad sex jokes and pulling awful pickup lines. Occasionally, one or two groups of daringly-dressed girls would appear, all nearly exact carbon-copies of one another, and the bouncer, in his own vainglorious haze of Gatekeeper General, would let them through, admiring their butts as they passed by. More than two hours after I had left our apartment, I walked into the club at 12.45.

The place was predictably dark and thumping. The bass reverberated through my head, pumping my blood. Made my way through the crowd. The dance floor was in two stages; a lower part where half the crowd (and it was a packed one) danced and drank, and a slightly raised upper half, about 2 feet above the lower, where the rest of the jam-packed crowd danced. The upper half was mostly full of girls dancing dangerously close to the dimly-lit ground level “ambiance” lights, greens and blues. This close to the speakers, none of them could hear anything, not even each other, so they just swayed and danced to the music. Often a guy or two would come, and start dancing behind some girl. He would place his hands *around* her hips, and would slide closer and closer behind her, very precisely so as to not touch her but make her *feel* the heat of his body. Often, the girl would rotate away from him, but sometimes, one or two were all too happy to let the guy cop a feel.

It wasn’t hard spotting Jess and Danny. At first, they were dancing like close friends, sometimes with his hands on her shoulders, sometimes, hers one his. He would draw her in, she would let him. He would say something in her ear, something I *knew* she couldn’t possibly hear over the bass, but she would laugh anyway, once or two patting his sides as if to say, you naughty boy, you watch yourself!

A girl bumped into me, and apologized, with her boyfriend appending his own apology, almost as if to say, *hey. don’t. just don’t.*

As they danced, I started dancing behind her, and looking at her boyfriend, I moved in closer and closer. I felt *his* hands wrapped around her before I felt *her* back touching me. He glanced up, surprised, she leaned back, smiled and looked away. He shot me a questioning look, and then smirked, moving his hands, allowing my chest to gently touch her back. We were a dance-floor threesome, and I think he was enjoying it as much as I was.

As a song blurred into the next, I glanced and spotted Jess. She was …. looking AT ME?? HOLY SHIT. No wait, she wasn’t. Couldn’t be. Not from where she was. She was looking in my direction, but *beyond* me. Her eyes were slightly glazed. She leaned back into Danny, who brought his arms around her, swaying her hips, grinding his into hers. She rested her head on his shoulder, as he held her tighter in his arms. It was making me hot. After the song slowed down, Danny said something in her ear. She nodded. The universal sign of *I need to use the washroom*.

The boyfriend of the couple I was dancing with was strangely accepting of my advances. I squeezed his girlfriend’s butt through her jeans, and as I slid my hand to the front, I brushed against his hand. We both gave each other an *oops, my bad* look, and he smirked at me again. He knew. I was toying with his girl, and just like Jess, she was loving it.

The girl raised her left arm over her shoulder and behind her, placed her hand on the back of my head. I tilted forward, and when her guy wasn’t looking, subtly kissed her neck. She breathed in. It was hot. The club was warm. She was hotter. I was hard.

I turned slowly, and Jess was just by herself, swaying with her eyes closed. I watched Danny return, and smoothly slid behind her again, his chest against her back. His arms around her, as they danced seductively. Slowly. He slowly shifted his hands down her side, moving them by her hips. Slowly shifted them…and stopped just before the slit in her dress. I watched as she rested her head back on him, eyes closed. Her lips parted, and she gave a small lip-bite. She was being seduced and she was loving every minute of it. It was getting really warm here. I needed another beer.

A few steps from the bar, I spotted … DANNY! He was just exiting the washroom. My look darted back on the dance floor… to Jess. Who the fuck was the guy dancing behind her?? She seemed to think it was Danny. It wasn’t! He walked *right* past me, not even bothering to look at me.

I turned, and walked back towards Jess, a few feet behind Danny, but in the darkness and bass of the club, it might as well have been miles behind. I watched as he shot to a freeze mid-step, stunned just as I had been, watching Jess dance with someone else!

In an equally shocking move, Danny then went to her left, a few feet from Jess and her new … dancing partner. I stayed. We watched.

The guy was now slowly rubbing her pussy through her dress. I knew she wasn’t wearing any panties. She had her hand on the back of his head, just as the girl did to me before, but she never once looked back. He was similar in height and build to Danny, though a lot more muscular. He gently pushed her leg aside, still grinding on her from behind, and put his hand inside the slit of her dress. She bit her lip again, and licked her lips, as if to say *ohh fuck yeah Danny, rub me right there!*

I watched for a a good five minutes or so as he rubbed her pussy slowly. She was completely lost in his arms, he was actually supporting some of her weight, fingering her right on the dance floor. At one point, she turned around, and immediately kissed him. She must’ve had her eyes still closed, because she showed no recognition of this not being Danny. He continued to finger her… She began slowly grinding on him, his hand, probably his hard cock from inside his jeans. At one point, she wrapped her arms tightly around him and … was she saying something to him? No…! She was half-moaning, half-breathing in his ear.. she was cumming! This girl, my Jess! Was cumming on the dance floor at the hands of a total stranger.

As her orgasm subsided, the guy removed his hand from her pussy, and made her lick his fingers. She must have seen him, because she visibly reeled back. He smirked. He had won this game. She looked back at him, his finger still trailing below her lower lip, her red lipstick now slightly smeared below her lips. Then, without warning, she kissed him. They made out for about 15 seconds or so. She withdrew. He pulled back. He wiped his hands on her dress. Smiled. She kissed him again. Then he turned around and disappeared into the crowd. She turned towards … us. First, she must’ve spotted Danny, because she quicky stepped to him, hugging him tightly, eyes closed, lips smiling. They talked for a few minutes, and then walked towards the exit. I looked down and, fuck! I was hard as a rock. I needed to fucklove my Jess.

I spent the next ten minutes walking to my car. It wasn’t ten minutes away but I wanted to clear the haze from my head before driving.

I arrived home at almost 3.30. It was dark. Quiet. I washed my face, and went into the bedroom, pushing the covers aside, sliding next to Jess. She was still in her green dress. I turned away from her. Better to give her some space and sleep. Almost as if on cue, she clicked the light on, turned around and said with the smirkiest-cat-found-the-bowl-of-cream grin….. *Do you want to fuck me while I tell you how Danny fingered me tonight?*

I was hard. It was almost 4 am. We fucked.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ebbru2/last_night_i_watched_my_gf_jess_dance_with_danny

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