Aimee takes you to a nightclub

"We are going to have *so* much fun tonight. Stefi!" Aimee said, still knuckle deep inside you as she navigated through in unfamiliar neighborhood.

"Where... are you going?" You asked, rocking your hips against the welcome intrusion. "Please... don't stop with those fingers... They're like... *so* good!"

"Oh, I'll have to stop eventually baby," Aimee said, "we are going to find a nice cock or two! You need it, and my hubby is out of town tonight, so I do too."

Cock sounded fantastic; Aimee was a genius. Her fingers inside you were like magic, and you panted, saying, "You are *such* a slut, Aimee."

Aimee just giggled, her hand driving rational thoughts from your brain, and replied, "I'm not the *only* one, Stefi."

Aimee drove for less than ten minutes, bringing you to two toe-curling orgasms and teasing you mercilessly. At traffic lights she leaned over to kiss you, whispering dirty things into your ear as you rode the waves of pleasure that defined your world. At some point you started giggling at something she said, until another orgasm turned it into a whorish moan that elicited excited compliments from your friend.

*You're a slut, too* you thought, *getting fingered on your way to get fucked, moaning and panting all the way. What would Greg say if he saw you now?*

At some point she stopped parking outside an upscale club. A sign hung over the door showing two paying cards, both aces, of different suits: clubs and diamonds. You stared at the sign blankly, then read the words below: "Club Diamond."

Aimee parked, then kissed you again. Your hands were on her tits, the back of her neck, and her ass. All you wanted was more, but she pulled away. "Stefi, you smell like you've been masturbating for an hour. One sec..." She rummaged in the glovebox and came away with a perfume bottle, spritzing your cleavage once and you skirt twice.

With her hand out of your pussy you found you could link together thoughts again, but it took effort. You caught the heady scent of peaches coming up from your boobs and smiled. "Aimee, I *totally* love this perfume of yours! Where did you get it again?" As long as you didn't touch yourself, you could still function. It was just a little hard to think of why touching yourself was a bad idea.

*Don't worry about it* you thought, *thinking is overrated anyway.*

"Hubby's work! That reminds me... I need to borrow your ring, Stefi." She reached over and you helped her twist your wedding band of of your finger, then she tucked both into her purse. "Now we can go in. You're new at this and... Frankly you're too horny to be very responsible, you know?" The words made your pussy clench as she continued, "so I'm going to do the talking this time. You just be your sexy self while I find us some dick."

Your breath was heavy, and the car hadn't stopped spinning since you got into it. "I can do that, I think..."

She leaned in and kissed you again. "You can think later, baby. I'll get us what we need, trust me." You did, and kissed her back, your hands coming up to cup her breasts before she pulled away, breathing faster herself.

You both got out of the car and approached the door, and Aimee paused, turning toward you, her expression evaluating. "You're a hot mess, Stefi, which is great, but you're still wearing that little outfit you interviewed in." She walked a quick circle around you, and you looked down at yourself, eyeing your own cleavage.

*Your boobs look really great,* you thought absently, cupping one of them through your blouse.

Aimee wrapped her arms around you, kissing you again, and took the opportunity to pull your skirt up a few inches, folding it under itself while you laid kisses on her neck. She stepped back a bit, then undid two buttons on your blouse, revealing more cleavage and the top of the lacy pushup bra underneath. "That's much better," she said, "you look like you walked out of one of those reality porn movies, Stefi!"

You had no idea what she was talking about, but nodded and smiled anyway, because it seemed like the right thing to do.

The bouncer outside the door nodded to the two of you as you entered, not bothering to check your ID, and you brushed into the club together. The place was loud and dark, a loud EDM beat reverberating through a dancefloor dotted with various dancers. You could spot a DJ at the far end, and the bar to the right, up a small staircase. Not far from the bar you could see a lounge area where people were grouped or in pairs, watching the show down below. The night was still young, so the lounge wasn't very crowded.

You started towards the dance floor, but Aimee was going straight toward the bar so you followed, eyeing some of the men she passed speculatively. This was your last chance, you realized, to go home to Greg, rather than cheating on your husband for the second night in a row.

You'd agreed to follow her lead here, but who among these people would the two of you be leaving with?