Seduced at a club while her husband watches [MF]

Mark came back from the bathroom and there he was, sitting next to Jenny at the bar. He couldn’t see her face from this angle, but the new guy seemed engaged, and Jenny had a new drink. Mark’s heart raced. This is why he didn’t like going out. Jenny had always been more social than him, more outgoing, and her chatting with a stranger meant nothing. Rationally, Mark knew that. But his jealousy caught in his throat. Of course he knew what to do. Just go sit on Jenny’s other side, introduce himself as her husband, be friendly, put his hand on her forearm, no big deal. She always made sure to give him most of her attention when this type of thing happened.

He walked toward her, swallowing his nerves, trying to make his face seem light and friendly. But he heard her giggling, her face still turned away from him, and saw her run her hand through her hair as she took another sip of whatever the new guy had bought her. His heart fluttered and he kept walking. At some point she would wonder where he was, but for now he just needed a second to regroup.

He found a spot at a high top, and sat down. A waiter walked by and he ordered without thinking. He’d be stuck here a few minutes at least now, but at least he could see Jenny’s face now.

She was beaming.

He could see her foot pumping around a bit as she talked, and her eyes never left the new guy’s face, not even when she sipped her drink. The jealousy welled up stronger now, and he started to feel embarrassed. Why couldn’t he just go over and sit next to her? She had glanced toward the bathroom twice now–clearly she was starting to wonder why he hadn’t come back.

His beer came, and he looked back over. She was putting her phone back in her purse.

“where’d you go?”

A text flashed across his phone.

“had to take a call. be back in in 20 minutes”

It felt like he was watching himself send the message from outside his body. Why didn’t he just walk back over now? He saw her check her phone and put it back away. She didn’t respond.

He thought about sending a follow-up. Maybe say the call had finished faster than he thought? Ask if she was okay? He looked back over.

The new guy had his hand on the outside of her knee now. It was just lightly resting there, just his first three fingers, but Jenny wasn’t shifting away from the contact. Genuinely laughing at whatever he had just said, she touched his arm, her toe brushing the side of his thigh now. Mark’s stomach dropped. What was he supposed to do now? He thought to type out a new message, but nothing came to mind. He looked back up.

New guy had gone. Jenny was sitting there, alone again, facing back toward the bar. His phone buzzed.

“okay :)”

Relieved, suddenly irrationally confident, he hopped up and made his way over to her. He had just been about to go reinsert himself. Just a couple more minutes. He was just trying to be polite, not interrupting their conversation, but of course he wouldn’t have sat at that high top much longer watching things unfold.

Jenny was flushed when he got there, and he could see that she had shifted her bra to show more cleavage. His heart started to pound again.

“Can we go dance?” she blurted out.

He stammered. Dancing definitely wasn’t in his comfort zone. But he was feeling confident, right? He’d seen her flirting with the new guy, sure, but nothing more than that. It didn’t mean anything, and if he danced with her now all of that would be behind them.

“Of course!” he responded, taking her hand.

Beaming, she followed him out to the dance floor, standing at the edge of the crowd. He recognized the beat, and he knew how to dance salsa. He moved his feet with it, his hand on Jenny’s waist. He was starting to feel more confident. He moved mechanically, but Jenny was beaming, her hips moving in rhythm, twisting in his hand, the firmness of her side comforting–she was his. She was his wife, and whatever flirting he had overseen didn’t mean anything. He just needed to be confident, like she always said.

“You need to spin her, man!”

He felt a hand on his back. The new guy was standing there next to them, moving with the music. His body was more alive, his hips more feeling. Mark could see this, and felt his heart well into his throat again, but he was dancing with Jenny. He had his hand on her hip.

“What’s that?” he shouted back, pretending not to have heard over the music.

“You need to spin her!” The new guy leaned in closer. He smelt of tequila and cologne. “You must be Mark!” he continued.

Mark nodded.

“You’ve got a beautiful wife, man. You need to spin her, show her off!”

Giggling out of the corner of his eye, Jenny eased back from him and spun herself, coming back into his hands a moment later.

“Like that!” The new guy shouted, grinning, clapping, shifting over so he was standing to their side, close enough that when Jenny spun herself again her elbow bumped him.

“I’m so sorry!” she gushed, giggling again.

“Oh no I’m sorry! I got in your space. You two enjoy your night!” The new guy beamed again, patting Mark’s shoulder. He turned to walk away.

“Stick around,” Mark heard himself say. “I’ve got to hit the restroom anyway”

“Yeah man, right on,” the new guy was saying, taking Jenny’s hands.

The music and the room were suddenly far away. Why had he said that? He didn’t have to go to the bathroom, and he’d just held it together through that encounter. Why didn’t he just keep dancing with her and move on? Was he trying to make himself feel like he wasn’t jealous? He was just showing Jenny that he didn’t need to always be at her side when they were out. That was all. The new guy seemed gracious enough, and Mark didn’t need to act as nervous as he was.

After a few minutes in the bathroom, Mark came back out to the dance floor. He had his courage back now. He would just walk up, say “I’ll take my wife back now,” thank the new guy, and then he and Jenny would dance until it was time to leave.

But they had moved. He looked around, his heart starting to rise into his throat again, trying to keep his nerve. At last he spotted Jenny. They had moved into the crowd, up to the front by the DJ. Jenny’s arms were up, swinging her hips, looking down at the new guy’s hands on her waist. He was saying something into her ear.

Giggling, blushing, she spun. He caught her facing away from him, holding him there for just the briefest of moments, letting her spin the rest of the way back around. Her hand fell into his now, and his hand moved to the back of her waist, leading, the two of them moving together again. Jenny’s free hand was running through the new guys’ hair now.

Mark was frozen in place.

Jenny spun again, and when he caught her, facing away from him again, she didn’t keep spinning this time. She settled back into his grasp, his hands on her waist, inched ever so slightly forward onto her stomach, her hips still working with the music. Was she grinding on him? Mark couldn’t see. He suddenly could think of nothing other than the feeling of her midsection. Her firmness, the muscles of her stomach and sides, the way her hips felt strong. The way she must feel under the new guy’s hands now.

Mark felt a tap on his back.

“No spectating.”

It was one of the bouncers.

Mark nodded, stammering an apology, and walked over to a high top. He ordered another beer.

From where he sat he coudn’t see them any more. As people moved around he got a glimpse now and then–the new guy’s hands had shifted forward over her stomach now, his face was buried in her neck now, she had reached back to run her hand through his hair again–but that was all. He should just walk back out onto the floor, dance with her again, be enthusiastic for her, upbeat that she had had a great time, no jealousy, and just take over the dancing, taking her home to bed. But he was frozen.

At last the new guy popped out the other side of the crowd, headed for the back of the bar. This was his chance. He got up to walk to the dance floor, but saw Jenny following now, her hair messy, readjusting her bra. Mark paused, watching. They disappeared together into the hallway at the back, and Mark followed now. Rounding the corner, they were nowhere to be found. His mind raced. Had they gone into one of the bathrooms?

He walked into the men’s room. It was empty. Had they gone into the women’s? Mark felt like he was going to throw up. He stumbled out of the bathroom, fumbling with himself, and went out into the alley behind the bar for air. He could smell her perfume suddenly. They must have stood here. He wandered out toward the parking lot now. Was she going to leave with him?

He heard her giggle. He knew that giggle. He could suddenly remember every time he had heard that giggle. He knew what it meant, and he felt his jealousy ignite inside him again, his chest fluttering, his stomach tight. He heard it again.

Mark stumbled out into the parking lot now, and there they were. Three rows over, standing against a brand new Tahoe. Her hand was on the back of his neck. One of his hands was on her waist, and his other on the back of her head, his lips working their way down her neck toward her shoulder, one of her legs lifted up, her knee hugging the side of his legs. His hand moved to her thigh, pulling her leg up further, and then his mouth was on hers.

He was fumbling in his pocket, and then the car beeped. The lights came on and he reached over and opened the back door. Jenny climbed in, and the new guy followed. The door slammed shut. Mark crept closer. The front windows were cracked, and Mark could hear the soft sounds of kissing, mixed with Jenny’s giggles. Something was said hurriedly. Marks’ phone buzzed again.

“Ran into Ashe and she’s showing me her new car. Be 15 minutes and then let’s head home :)”

He paled.

He crept a bit closer.

The kissing sounds were louder now, faster, Jenny’s giggles turning to whimpers. Suddenly her hand pressed against the window. He heard her climax, and then more things said hurriedly. Mark inched closer. The kissing sounds were back, soft and steady again, but the whimpers were moans now, and every so slightly, the car started to rock. The kissing stopped. Jenny was breathing hard, her breath catching, then coming in shallow gasps. Whimpers and moans started to mix in, the rocking speeding up.

A car pulled into the parking lot and it’s headlights shown through the windows, and for a fraction of a second Mark could see. Jenny had her arms around his neck, her head leaning against the window. His face was buried in her neck again. He was starting to speed up.

Something was said hurriedly again, but Mark was close enough this time to make out Jenny’s hushed “inside me.”

At last the rocking stopped.

Hours later, as Jenny fell asleep, her phone buzzed. Mark looked over. “Jake,” the text was from. Mark didn’t know any Jakes.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/uvpkdh/seduced_at_a_club_while_her_husband_watches_mf