She pulled him close to her, wanting him to melt into her. A fire burned between them. Everyone was looking at them out of the corner of their eyes and Sandra didn’t care. She wanted Vincent back and would do anything to get him, even embarrass herself by almost having sex on the dance floor.
It was difficult for Vincent to be calm when she smelt absolutely wonderful and her motions were arousing him, a lot. He nuzzled closer and she wrapped her hands around his strong neck pulling him even closer.
As the new Toni Braxton ballad started playing, their grind became more sexual. They used to make love to her music all the time. Vincent started humming the song as they danced and the deep vibration of his voice ran through her like a lightning bolt directly to her yearning heart. It also made a buzz between her thighs as he muffled his humming with her body.
Slowly, Sandra caressed the back of his neck and ran her fingers through his hair. Flowing together with the music, he moved his hands down her back to her ass. Grasping the cheeks hard he pulled her body tight against him and moaned as her sweet smell and soft skin reminded him of the way they used to be. Her eyes started tearing and she closed them as his hands reached under her s
kirt and touched the soft flesh of her bottom. Vincent breathed her deeply into his lungs falling for her all over again. He reached under her dress and pulled on the thong, just knowing it was the red one he’d bought her for their anniversary last year. His finger followed the line of her tense ass to the base of her moistening love canal.
His mouth watered remembering the sweetness of her taste. He had spent many a night between her legs, waking to the smell of their love only to make love again until exhausted. As the music set the mood, Sandra moved her legs so his grinding body rubbed directly against her pubis. Vincent knew how much this excited her. Trying to hide what was going, they danced slow and close in the corner of the dance floor next to the wall.
Sandra was wet and hot from the heat they generated from a simple dance. He grasped her ass in his strong hands, pulled her hard against him, and moaned deeply, sending a vibration through her body. Her knees weakened and she didn’t care what they looked like as she leaned back against the wall, making his forceful motions more intense.
The music changed to a dance song and she opened her eyes to the stare of couples looking at them. Vincent stepped back and looked over at Beth to see her glaring at him with a shocked look in her tearful eyes.
“Come on, let’s go home” Sandra begged.
“Sandra, sex has never been a problem for us. You are a beautiful, sexy woman. There isn’t a man alive who could resist you. But...” Vince paused. “We had our time and it’s over. We’re too different and I’m with Beth now.”
When she started crying Vincent hung his head. “I’m sorry. She and I are alike and people won’t stare at us like they did when you and I were together. It’s not easy being a dwarf. I mean we can’t even dance without people wondering why my face is buried between your legs.”
You see Sandra is 6 feet tall and Vincent is 2 feet 10 inches—the perfect height for a dance partner.
The Dirty, Filthy, Cheating Bastard
Lea is what everyone calls a good wife and great mother. In other words, she’s married to a complete asshole of a man that treats her like crap, but she bears the pain because she still loves the schmuk—Steve the schmuk to be precise. Their 7-year marriage has been a roller coaster of ups and downs, filled with Steve’s numerous extramarital affairs. Now, finally, they are seeking help from a hypnotist. I know what you’re thinking, but it’s their last hope because nothing else has kept Steve’s pecker in his pants.
“Steve, you’re getting sleepy, very sleepy, asleep,” the female hypnotist calmly says. “Lea wake up! You wanted to hear this.”
“Steve, I’m going to ask you a couple of questions and I want you to answer them, okay?”
“Yes,” Steve answered in a hypnotic state.
“Do you love your wife?”
“Who?”
“Your wife Lea.”
“Oh, yes I love my wife. She is so special to me. She does everything I ask her to, but that bitch can’t cook to save her life. Also, she snores and...”
“That’s enough. Steve have you ever had extramarital affairs?”
“Duh, doesn’t everyone?”
“How many?”
“Let’s see…how much time do we have? There was the baby-sitter—nineteen years old and what a body. Now those were real breasts, none of that silicone stuff like my wife’s friend Linda. Linda always made noises like a mouse. Squeak squeak. That drove me almost as crazy as her Aunt Vera’s nasal whining in the garage during our anniversary party. I had to put a sock in her mouth to shut her up.
“Let me think. There were the two mothers from the daycare center in the break room. That stupid Disney music in the background is enough to make any parent loony.
“There was that time with the lady selling lingerie at the all women party downstairs. She came upstairs and we tried out a couple of her toys. My favorite was the metal balls women put inside their pussy then slowly pull them out. She musta had a dozen in her and as she pulled them out I could feel them rub against my penis while we were having anal sex. Lea sold quite a bit at that party.
“Whenever her best friend Lisa had troubles with her husband she’d come over when Lea was at work. I’d come home for lunch to talk about things and get a nooner and a sandwich every other day. That lasted until she became pregnant and wasn’t sure if the kid was her husbands or mine. The boy has my eyes.
“This is tough; there’s been so many. Hmm. Oh yeah, when we went on that romantic cruise to the Caribbean, the maid came into our room to straighten up. I was in bed so she showed me how they do it in Spain, with a bullwhip and some Tequila. And I showed her how we do it in French, ya know, tongue in between her cheeks. Damn that woman couldn’t speak a word of English except more.
“When her friend Kate came out from San Francisco we went looking at houses. Lea and Kate’s husband browsed through the two stories while we browsed through each other’s clothes.