Dancing at The Homestead

Sarah awoke the next morning to the smell of breakfast cooking in the kitchen. She looked out the window to see a beautiful sunshine filling the sky. The weekend was here, and Brad was preparing the morning meal for the family. Sarah stripped out of her lingerie, and threw on the same sweats she had on yesterday. She padded down the carpeted steps and met her family in the kitchen. Everyone enjoyed a wonderful meal as they chatted amicably.

Sarah went back upstairs to take a shower. When she came out, Brad’s demeanor had changed somewhat. He seemed concerned about something, but yet remained jovial. He informed Sarah that he called his mother, and that she was going to watch the kids for the night, while the two went out to have a good time. She asked where they were going, and Brad suggested they go to The Homestead. Sarah’s eyes lit up, having not been there in a while. Then she asked why Brad hadn’t asked Jenny to babysit? He lied, stating that she already had plans for the evening. The truth was that Brad’s blackmailer insisted Brad do as told.

Once the kids were picked up, Sarah preoccupied her mind with getting dolled up for a night on the town. She dressed in an alluring pantsuit that had an enticingly low neckline, showing off her ample cleavage. As she was getting dressed she remembered her conversation with Mark. She hoped to see him at the club. Maybe she could convince him to have a drink with Brad and her. She’d like to introduce him to Brad. Suddenly all she could think about was Mark … and the bulge in his pants. She shook the image from her mind as she finished getting dressed. Moments later the two were on their way to the club. Sarah was talkative during the forty minute drive, while Brad seemed pensive and distant.

When they got to the club, the place was already hopping. They managed to secure a two-top table overlooking the dance floor. Sarah downed two margaritas, scanning the entire room, looking for anyone she knew, particularly Mark. Meanwhile Brad was drinking Scotch on the rocks, not his typical drink, Sarah silently noted. Sarah asked Brad to dance, but he declined, telling her to go if she wanted. Sarah sat out while she nursed her third drink. Brad continued being ‘weird’ and Sarah had had enough. She ambled out onto the dance floor and danced by herself. She lost herself in the music, occasionally looking up to see Brad watching her. He smiled appreciatively and winked, every time they made eye contact.

Somewhere amidst the music, Sarah had been drawn into the middle of the floor, and suddenly found herself dancing among several men. She quickly looked to Brad and realized he was out of sight. It wasn’t until some strange man pressed his agile body into Sarah’s back, grinding his hardening cock into the swells of her booty, that she recalled the image of Wendy at the bar. Now here she was in the same predicament. Is this what Brad had planned? Did he want some stranger to hit on her? Was he going to invite him back to the house? Was he going to watch the guy grinding his pelvis into her ass, fuck her with his long hard cock? She could see it! She could imagine herself with this nameless stranger, as she peered over her shoulder to see his handsome face. She could imagine lying in bed naked, as he ground his pelvis against her ass, his cock buried to the hilt, pressing against her ribcage as he exploded. Sarah rubbed her curves of her ass with her hands, drifting them back to grab the other dancer’s waist. She pulled him even closer as she ground her ass back onto his hardening staff, wedging it between her cheeks as best she could. It felt good. Her body felt alive. She raised her hands above her head as she wriggled her body, while the gent behind her took the opportunity to run his hands along the contours of her supple frame, brushing dangerously close to her breasts as they drifted down to her waist, guiding her grinding motions in conjunction with his own. Sarah’s breathing quickened as she felt the heat build within her. She spun on her heels to face the guy and pressed her chest into the guy as the two continued to writhe among the bodies clamored there. Sarah straddled his leg and humped the stranger a she grabbed his ass for leverage. She let him do the same to her, relishing in the feeling of his large hands gripping her firm ass. Sarah was lost in the moment, as the guy closed his eyes and pursed his lips. At that very moment, Sarah chickened out! She curtly thanked the guy for dancing with her, and left him stranded on the dance floor. As she looked over her shoulder, she saw him pick up a new dancing partner.

Sarah returned to Brad, obviously soused, his eyes glassy, and his speech slurred. He kissed Sarah passionately, asking her if she was having a good time. She replied she was. “Good,” he said, “because I got us a room for the night.” He hugged her close and kissed her again, driving his tongue into her mouth. He handed Sarah her fourth margarita, “time to catch up to me.” Sarah, having just come off the dance floor was thirsty and quickly downed the drink, which seemed to go down like water now. She tried to analyze Brad’s behavior, finding it difficult, due to the **** clouding her reasoning. Was she supposed to pick up a nameless partner for the night, or not?

“Do you want to go up to the room now?” she asked.

Brad said it was entirely up to her. If she wanted to dance some more, she was welcome to. But, he warned her that he was getting very horny, and she knew what that meant. Sarah knew exactly what it meant. They would end up in the bed. He would rip her clothes off. Then it would be Wham, Bam, Thank You Ma’am, roll over and pass out. While the idea sent shivers up her spine, she wasn’t quite ready for it yet. “Order me one more drink,” Sarah told Brad. “I wanna dance a little more; then we’ll go up, okay?” Brad nodded and Sarah kissed him before returning to the dance floor. She paraded around the floor, looking for her earlier dancing partner. She didn’t find him among the throng of bodies, and was lost in the middle of the crowd again as the beams of colored lights bounced to the rhythm of the bass. Sarah suddenly found herself wriggling between two men, and was quickly sandwiched between their muscular bodies. She could feel their cocks pressing into her as the sensuous grind continued. She let them run their large black hands over her body as she turned and twisted. Her body was on fire once more, getting the attention it so desperately hungered for. Sarah could feel her heart race as she imagined what the near future could entail … if she let it. She wanted so desperately to be bad; to do things a conservative wife would never do, to be naughty, to be wild, to do things that would shock everyone that knew her. The roaming hands casually brushed her tits as she continued swaying to the music, turning the visible bumps into hardened peaks. Sarah could feel her tits aching; aching to be touched, mauled, pinched, twisted, pulled, and sucked. Her panties, already wet from her earlier dancing escapade, were becoming soaked. Again, she chickened out at the last minute. She almost grabbed each of their cocks and invited them to the room. Her brain won the reasoning debate. Sarah was still unsure of Brad’s intentions. She wished he would just tell her what to do. She returned to Brad

It was almost midnight. The club was open for another two hours. By the time Sarah finished her fourth margarita, she resolved that she would go with Brad. If Brad pulled the normal “Wham, Bam, Thank You, Ma’am” routine and passed out, she’d sneak back down here before the bar closed. Her drunken mind reaffirmed that she had every right to do that; especially if Brad didn’t treat her right.