Dizzying dancefloor and downing drinks

What the hell were people thinking when they wrote elevator music? Let's create the most bland uninspired song so that everybody will hate it equally?

My finger tapped at the button for the top floor three more times. I knew it wouldn't make this damn thing go any faster, but it felt good.

It was a pretty vintage elevator. The kind with a cage door and a velvet carpet floor. I imagined in years gone by there would have been a bell boy standing in her with me to press the buttons for me.

I pressed the button again, willing it to go faster. It wasn't any help. We continued rising as slowly as ever, the pit in my stomach only getting deeper the higher we got.

Knowing that she'd left her panties behind in her bag. That she'd bent over giving everyone a view. That she'd climbed on top of Deacon and straddled him with nothing in between them.

I felt sick. I felt betrayed. I felt... kinda turned on...

I knew Olivia could be a fun, flirty tease, and I loved that about her. We'd established years ago that I was fine with her showing off a little and I didn't mine her chatting up guys. I wasn't so insecure that I'd stop her from having a little harmless fun and I did honestly find it a bit of a turn on. Plus the sex we had after night's out like that was just incredible.

But flashing guys her bare pussy. Right in front of me! That was never something we'd discussed, let alone tried. It was clearly a line crossed.

Worse was knowing about 'The game'. Knowing she'd cross a line like this recontexualised everything. If she was willing to flash the guys in front of me, what was she really willing to do in private? Was there more truth to their stories than I thought? Before seeing that crumpled up pair of panties I would never have believed she'd go that far, but now? Now I didn't even know what time think.

I could hear I'd reached the right level before the elevator cage rattled open. The muffled booming of club music filling the small hallway that led up to the room. The penthouse suite, filled with drunken horny guys and the woman I married. The woman who I clearly didn't know as well as I'd thought.

Stepping through the threshold I was assaulted with the sound and sight of the room. The music tripping in volume while my eyes adjusted to both the dimness of the room and the bright colourful flashing lights.

"Hey hey man. Have a drink." Chase ambushed me at the door, passing a glass into my hands. I downed the drink immediately, feeling the burn creep down my throat.

The room was more than twice as big than any hotel I'd ever stayed at. A wide lounging area with two long couches that they'd pushed back further to create a makeshift dance floor. Off to the side was a kitchenette and bar area, with a few doors that presumably led to a bathroom or the bedroom.

In the center of the room Olivia and Deacon were dancing together. She grinded her ass into his crotch, the skirt inching up slowly, while he held onto her waist. Memories flashed back of years ago, seeing her in similar situations. She would wink at me while the guy ran his hands over her, and I'd get hard knowing just how much fun that night was going to be.

Now though she didn't even realised I'd arrived. It didn't feel like something she was partly doing for my enjoyment, just for hers.

"You alright dude? Chase asked. "You look like you wanna kill somebody."

Whatever Chase gave me must have been really strong, I was already starting to feel it hit me. It helped cushion my feelings a little, kept me from walking up their and dragging Deacon off her. I had no idea what I was going to do, but that wouldn't achieve anything.

"I just." I stopped, starting again. "It's just."

What to even say? And did I even trust Chase? He'd been good to me, nice than any of the others, but if Olivia was stripping down and flashing the guys he must have been in on it.

"You need another drink. Come on." He dragged me over to the bar. Freckles seemed to be manning it, topping up everybody's drinks. "A shot for our new friend here!"

I watched the shot glass fill up. Not a normal single one, but a longer glass for doubles. I couldn't remember the last time I'd even had a normal shot, but fuck it.

It took two gulps to slam down, my eyes watering from the rough sensations. Olivia was still dancing with Deacon, facing each other front to front now. Her ass swayed back and forth. Probably giving the guys sitting closer to them a view of it while she pressed her tits into Deacon.

"One more buddy!" Chase slapped my cheeks. I slammed smother one down and was really feeling it now. Leaning forward onto the bar top to stop myself from falling over.

"I known the truth." The words slipped out of me. "I know whats going on."

"I think you got the wrong idea here." He told me, stern. "Nothing's going on."

"I found her panties." I wiggled the empty glass around in my fingers, slumping further onto the bench.

"What? Where?"

"In her purse man! I know you guys have been lookin' straight at her naked pussy!" I shot up to look at him in the eyes and nearly tipped over, steadying myself as best as I could.

He looked at me, studying me with serious eyes. Then it all faded away and he just laughed.

"That's it?" He asked, pulling me into a kind of one armed hug. "You found your girls spare panties in her purse and you think that means we've all been getting to see her naked?"

"Spare?"

"Yeah dip shit." He laughed again, shaking his head. "All girls keep a spare set with them, that's just a thing."

He waved down freckles for another set of drinks while I took that all in. Fuck, a spare set? That.. that made sense. Why had I immediately jumped to that conclusion?

"So... so when she was bent over by my car?"

"Oh I got a good look at her legs." He passed me my drink, clinking it and taking a sip. "But I barely got a flash of her panties, let alone a good look at her bare wet cunt."

Okay, right. Just a flash of panties. Still more than we'd done before but nowhere near as bad as I'd thought.

This drink went down a lot smoother. I could barely taste the **** in it, but that might have been me already being drunk.

"You been stressing about this for a while now?" Chase asked. "I told you we don't do anything more than talk shit and stare a little."

I should have trusted Chase more. Trusted Olivia more. Maybe it was me being so pent up that had my thoughts circling vulgar things. Had me imagining the guys taking things further with her than they were in reality.

"I'm an idiot." I said, a glowing smile on my face.

"My idiot!" Olivia cooed. Launching herself onto my back. She locked her arms tightly around my waist and nuzzled her head into my shoulder. Speaking again, softly for my ears only. "I wanna fuck so bad."

I was already feeling a little excited, but that just set me off. One of her hands sneaking down to my crotch, rubbing me over my pants.

"Dance with me!" She pulled me away after the tease, nearly tripping us both over as I stumbled off the stool.

I'd never been a great dancer but I was riding the rush of emotions I'd just cycled through. That and a large amount of ****.

I let her energy and passion guide me. Feeling the beat of the music as we rubbed our sweaty bodies together. This was the exact kind of sexual build up that brought us together at the start of our relation ship, only magnified by a hundred. She unbuttoned her shirt fully, showing off her perfect tits wrapped up in such a sexy lace bra.

She did a little spin, letting her shirt and skirt twirl. The guys cheered her on but I knew it wasn't for them, it was for me. Falling back into my arms she started making out with me aggressively. Her fiery passion burning harder than any of those shots had. Spinning us round and round on the dance floor, her fingers digging into me.

"Take me to the bathroom right now and fuck me!" She pleaded. Her voice dripping with desperation."I need it."

Fuck, she was down bad. We never used to do anything like that before, always waiting to get home before tearing into each other.

And fuck, I was down bad too. Because I was seriously considering just fucking her right here on the floor.

"I'm gonna fuck you harder than ever before baby." I moaned into her ears between make outs. "I can't stand another minute without being inside you."

She giggled a little, her body trembling a little with anticipation. Breaking off from the spin, she took my hand and guided me towards the bathroom door.

Then the room seemed to turn. Like a ship in rough waters everything suddenly went sideways. Instead of following my sexy blonde wife into the bathroom for some fun, I ended up tumbling onto a couch.

"Hey hey, where you guys going?" I heard somebody ask.

"Get that sweet ass back onto the dance floor." Turning around I watched Deacon slap her ass, reaching under her skirt to really feel it.

"Yeah I haven't had my turn yet!" Someone off to the side yelled. It was hard enough keeping my eyes on Olivia when the whole room was spinning like it was. Her skin glistened and shined with sweat in the bright lights. Her soft pale bosom tantalisingly drawing the guys in.

She was biting her lips looking at the guys that were closing in on her, eyes wide with wanting. Then she looked down at me as I tried to steady myself on the couch.

"I'm... I'm just going to get one dance in with all the guys." She told me with a half apologetic smile. "Then we can head off together..."

"Y-yeah babe. I need a minute to settle myself anyways." I told her, but she was already being pulled back onto the dance floor.

The guys were crowding around her now, dancing in a big mix. Somewhere in that mix her shirt had come off her shoulders and fallen to the floor. More and more hands seemed to run over her body, but my head kept spinning and spinning.

I wanted to watch, to make sure nothing happened and to see her body shake. But if I closed my eyes everything felt a bit more steady.

I would rest them just for a moment. Then I could join in before taking her home and fucking her brains out. Yeah.

My eyes closed now, I started turning my thoughts to how good it was going to feel. I could practically hear her moans and gasps she would make as I began to tease her....

Yeah. Just one moment more and I'd open my eyes, refreshed and ready to go.

Just one moment more.