There was a semi-famous DJ coming into town and while it isn’t usually my scene, enough of my friends are going that I found myself at the club on a Tuesday night. My friends and I are doing rounds when I bump into a co-worker and his group. I knew most of them and all great folks. My co-worker introduces me to Danica, a recruiter at our company. Danica is a tall, Chinese girl with a slim figure dressed in a tight tank top and jeans that showed off her slender waist. We exchange greetings and I pass her a drink. I couldn’t help but notice a ring. Oh well, she’s cute.
All liquored up, we decide it is time to go into the mosh pit of people in front of the stage. The first person would try to make a path and the rest of us followed. We were pretty tipsy and our group starts to lose each other. I reach back to meet Danica’s hand so we don’t lose her too. Eventually, we get to a small opening and like colonizers of new land, we had our territory!
I let go of her hand and start showcasing my classic club move, or what others call jumping up and down like an idiot. We were facing the stage with my friends/coworkers being the closest then Danica and finally myself. I start grinding against her. And she responds. Slightly at first but then starts to get into the motion more. Both of us still facing the stage. I can’t believe it! Isn’t she married? It was so hot grinding against her with everyone so close and oblivious. My pants were getting tighter.
Given the positive feedback, I get braver. I slip my left hand into hers and pull her in tightly from the front of her waist. Meanwhile, my right-hand takes this chance to explore her body, which caresses her ass over her jeans and small squeeze. The squeeze sent a jolt through her body but pretty soon she was pushing herself against me again.
Now I take my left hand and go underneath her tank top and start feeling her soft, bare skin. Throughout all this, I’m careful our upper bodies don’t get too close as a quick turnaround from our friends and we’re caught. If my hands can’t go up, they must go down. My fingers find themselves under the waist of her jeans and touching the textured surface of her panties. Inching down I get the sensation of her pubes before reaching her pussy. At this moment, two things happen. First, is the realization of how absolutely wet she is. It could be sweating but the surrounding area was not nearly as soaked. The risk of getting caught, the attention, grinding against a person she just met, all of this must have been an incredible turn-on for her.
Second, she pulls my hand out of her pants and turns around to look at me. This is the first time we’ve looked at each other since it all started. I’m a few inches taller so she looks up at me with puppy dog eyes. Danica lifts up her left hand to show her ring and says, “They’ve met my husband.” She turns back to face the stage.
What stuck out to me wasn’t her saying to stop, but her saying she didn’t want to get caught. As if the only thing she is protesting is there were people around her. Regardless I take the hint and back off. It didn’t take long before Danica was stepping back and “accidentally” brushing up against my crotch. This is fun for her!
But for me, I am starting to get bored. I round up everyone in the group and say, “I am going to get some water.” I look at Danica and tilt my head towards the bar on the side of the room before taking her hand to start moving through the walls of human bodies again.
The bar barely had any breathing room. I bought an overpriced bottle of Evian and moved away from the bar. Danica and I are facing each other and our faces are getting closer as the crowd pushes us together. I lift the bottle of water to her lips and she takes a gulp before taking a sip myself. Our faces get closer and closer before finally, our lips touch. Something awoke in Danica and she full-on started making out. The seal is broken. Until that point, she could at least tell herself she didn’t do anything wrong. But now away from the eyes of anyone she knew and no longer able to justify herself, there’s no point in holding back anymore. Her tongue massaged mine while her hands explored my body. I moved my right leg between hers and immediately she started to rub herself against my thigh. This lasted a little while before I said, “We need to get out of here,” and beelined to the exit of the club.
The next part is a bit of a blur but somehow we found ourselves in a bathroom of some dive bar or restaurant in the area. In the privacy of an empty stall, Danica squats down in front of me and starts unbuckling my jeans. “I need to see this,” she says. Between the making-out and the excitement of the taboo, I was rearing to go. My dick sprung out of my pants. “Fuck it’s big,” she says and begins to stroke it. Her other hand reaches between her own legs and is moving furiously.
Without warning, Danica swallows my sweaty cock and goes to work. Almost immediately she tries going all the way to the base and gags. This didn’t stop her from trying again and ramming the inside of her throat against my cock. I put my hands on her head and start to face fuck her. Shallow and light at first but slowly picking up rhythm. Spit and fluids were all over her face and dripping. Meanwhile, furious wet sounds were coming from Danica’s other hand between her legs. During all this, her eyes are closed and she lets out guttural moans.
Suddenly I remembered my wallet and aspirational planning. “I have a condom,” I tell her. After a second of thinking, she says, “Put it on.” Danica stands up and starts taking off her pants while I roll on the condom. There was some confusion and logistics coordination at this point but that’s not super sexy so I’ll skip over that. Not as easy as it looks in porn. Danica leaned forwards against the stall wall and arches her backside out. This was the first time I got a good look at her pussy and ass. I would have loved to admire the view but I had job to do. I lined myself up and pushed forward.
The first penetration causes her to gasp. I slid in with no resistance and I am already balls deep inside her. Her pussy was completely wet. We keep at it and she brings down her right hand to rub her clit. “It’s so big. It’s so big. It’s so big,” she says.
“Do you like how it feels?” I ask. There was only a moan in response.
It didn’t take long for us to finish. First, her whole body started tensing up, which squeezed me and sent me over.
After coming down from our high, clean-up was quick and efficient. She says she’s going home. I wait a bit longer to stagger our departure and meet up with the guys at some late-night pizza joint. They ask about Danica and I said she was feeling tired and went home early. No other questions.
The next morning at work hit me like a truck. Around the end of the day, I find Danica on work instant messenger and ping her, “Hey there how you feeling?”
“Haha hey stranger. I am okay. Trying to survive. Definitely a bit sore.”
“LOL guess u haven’t gone that hard in a while?”
“It was a lot of fun and I can take it. Did really stretch me though. We should do it again sometime”
“Haha yea lets.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tpwupa/weeknight_at_the_club_with_a_married_woman_fm