Rob doesn't want to dance

"I... You know I hate dancing" Rob said, half looking away.

"I'm well aware of that, Rob. It just so happens that I enjoy it, and here I have someone who is actually wants to dance with me as opposed to my husband who would rather just sit there and eat than actually... Did you even fucking iron your shirt tonight?" She said, having just noticed how wrinkly it was. "No, I thought we were..." Rob started. "UGGGH" She sighed heavily "You thought. right. Well listen here, because you won't need to think for this. Your wife" she said, waving her hand in front of herself, Vanna White style "is going to go enjoy herself on the dance floor. And apparently that is not going to be with you, but with... what's your name?"

"I'm Mark," he said grinning, as he took her hand, and helped her up. "Mark and I are going to go enjoy ourselves, and you are going to just sit here by yourself. understand?" Rob nodded. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear that. do you understand?" she asked. "Yes, dear." answered Rob.

Rob watched as Mark led his wife by the hand to the dance floor, where they quickly disappeared into the crowd of undulating bodies. "He really pisses me off sometimes" Sophie fumed as they danced, realizing that she had been so caught up in her anger that she had just follow Mark's lead to do whatever over the last few minutes, just to spite Rob. Suddenly she realized that their bodies were pressed tightly to one another, gyrating together, and his hands were on her ass. She was practically straddling his leg, she noticed, and... this all felt really, really good. She could feel her nipples already stiff, and the familiar wetness beginning to build between her legs... had she just now noticed how sexy Mark looked? His black slacks hugged his figure and the button down shirt was not quite buttoned completely giving a hint of his fit chest. She placed a hand on his chest, unthinking, and quickly pulled it away surprised at herself and glanced up to see Mark looking into her eyes knowingly.

"Enjoying yourself?" asked Mark, with a little squeeze of her ass, as he pulled her tight into his body and she could feel his hardening cock press into her. "oh my" she said, surprised to feel it, and surprised at its size. She looked up again, blushing slightly as they danced. "I think so. You're so big." She said... then immediately grew quite red and stuttered out "I mean... muscular... like... big muscles."

Mark laughed and smiled, continuing to grind into her as they danced. "Not used to having a big ... muscled... man are you?" he said with a shake of the head indicating Rob sitting at their table.

Sophie glanced over at him there in his seat. '_Is he adjusting his cock? surely he isn't getting hard...' _she thought to herself and sighed. "Well, actually..."