Dancing

"Morning lover boy" Sarah teased Tom as he came in for breakfast. "I had a great time last night, and this morning I noticed my foot problems are all gone now that I'm feeling younger."

"That is wonderful to hear!" Tom replied.

"I was thinking that since my feet are better, we could go dancing now. We haven't been in so many years, but I've always wanted to go back."

"I'd be up for that. I'm not sure I'll remember all the steps. So as long as you'll forgive a bit of rustiness we can go to that swing place we used to go."

"I looked it up, they closed years ago, but it is still a dance venue. Salsa is the new style they have going there."

"I really don't know how to do that. I don't know if I'll be able to lead you on any of the dances well. That also sounds like a lot more of a workout, so not sure how long I could keep dancing."

"Aww, I was really hoping you'd be willing to try."

"I am, I'm just tempering your expectations. I'm probably going to be close to the worst dancer there. How about you dance with some of the more experienced dancers. With your new look I bet you'll have no trouble getting one of the young latin dancers to show you the ropes. You were always a good follow, you can pick it up in no time."

"Promise you won't get mad seeing me with the young hot guys?"

"I promise."

"And I don't want you pouting in the corner or getting bored, so promise me you'll enjoy yourself as well."

"Yes dear, I promise."

"Good."

As Tom drove up to the club it was the same building as he remembered. At the end of one strip mall that had seen better days. It had a nice sized patio and the kitchen seemed like it was still working. The crowd was mostly hispanic, and a little younger than the swing dancing group had been.

Sarah got out of the car and Tom marveled at the new dress. She had to get a new one because of her body changes, and it looked amazing on her. It went down just past the knee, but had a slit up one side going up her outer thigh. As she walked she swayed her hips which kept flashing her supple flesh. She was showing off down to her mid back, and a slit in the front that went far enough down to make it clear from any angle she wasn't wearing a bra. Her perky younger breasts were holding themselves up now.

Sarah got ID checked at the door by an appreciative bouncer, giver her an up and down. He charged Tom a small entry fee, but that didn't bother either of them. They started at the bar, and after a little trouble ordering a drink looked around at the dancers.

The movement was much more than Tom had expected, and a lot closer. It was also a lot more sensual than he had imagined. He thought it was going to be like the swing he had known; spinning, passing, directing your partners movements. What he was seeing was a lot of grinding, and a little bit of spinning. An older couple in the corner that could probably have been the grandparents of the rest of the dancers were doing the moves he was expecting.

Sarah leaned over "Let's dance." She yelled over the music, and tossing down the rest of her drink. Tom did the same and they hit the floor. He tried to adapt the moves he knew to the music, but the beats didn't match up. He stepped on Sarah's toes a few times, and generally made a fool of himself. After three songs he was a sweaty mess.

"I need a break" he said to Sarah.

"OK. I'm going to see if he will dance with me." Sarah said pointing to the old man.

Tom nodded and headed out to the patio for a breather. He watched Sarah approach the man and they danced for a song. He was very good, and had Sarah spinning and laughing. Tom was enjoying the sight of his young hot wife so happy. After the one song she came outside.

"That was great" She said.

"You looked like a natural" Tom replied.

"Just because he was so good, I'm not sure I could follow that well for the other guys."

"Well I'm happy sitting out here for a while. I think I'm going to order some food. You want anything?"

"No, but I'd appreciate another drink or two."

"Have fun!" Tom said as Sarah gave him a kiss and went back inside. He ordered some food and another round of drinks from the kitchen, which was a lot easier to get to than the bar. He saw Sarah spinning and smiling, as she danced with some of the younger guys. She came back out to chat after every other song or so, and downed a few more drinks. Tom was keeping sober enough to drive, so his first drink was his last. It took the better part of an hour for his food to come out, but he didn't mind. He had promised to enjoy himself, and was surprised to find that he really was enjoying himself. Sarah had just finished her sixth drink, and was getting a little sloppy, but she was still having a good time. She went back in to dance as he tucked in.

Four songs later he looked up and tried to spy Sarah through the patio windows. He eventually spotted her next to one of the windows near the speakers. The area she was in was crowded, but he could see because he was the only one at one of the eating tables. She was dancing with a tall latin guy, who had a few tattoos going down his muscular arms. She was grinding her ass against him, and he had his hand moving up and down her thighs. He was a little surprised but he remembered his promises so he wasn't made seeing her with another guy, and was still enjoying himself. He made the best of it by enjoying seeing his wife so sexy as she glistened from all the dancing.

The guy's hands were moving along her dress. He groped her breasts and Sarah made a face that showed she enjoyed the attention. She stopped him as he went to stick his hand inside the dress to feel her skin. She turned around and he leaned down. Clearly wanting to kiss. She kept her head tiled down denying him access. She did let him grab and feel her ass, and Tom noticed that he got his had through the slit for some more direct ass groping. He kissed her neck a few times and the song ended. Sarah politely pulled him off her and as he went in for a kiss, she dodged at the last second and pecked him on the cheek. he smirked and gave her a card, which she stuck in her dress.

Tom had enjoyed the show, although he would have normally gotten mad at such a display. His promises had driven him to enjoy the time watching another man making moves on his wife.

She made her way out to his table. "I think I'm ready to head home." She said.

"Ok." Tom said as he grabbed his jacket and pointed to the corner where Sarah had recently been dancing. "I enjoyed watching you dance."

Sarah looked over and covered her mouth. "You saw all that?"

"Yes, you were so sexy"

"You aren't mad?"

"I promised I wouldn't get mad. I even enjoyed it since I promised I would."

Sarah stood dumbfounded for a moment and then smiled. "Well that got me all hot, and I'm ready. Lets get home and then promise me you'll make me cum hard?"

"Oh, I promise."

"All night?" She slurred, showing that she was a little too drunk.

Tom tried to say 'I promise' but it wouldn't come out. After a few attempts he said, "Seems like I can't make a promise to you I can't keep, sorry."

Sarah put on a pouty face. "As long as you can make me orgasm... six times." She put her hands on her hips in a mock upset pose.

"I promise" Tom replied. Although that was going to be a lot more work than he was expecting.