Assignment: Dangle a Carrot

They soon found themselves energetically dancing around with the others, bouncing to the beat. It helped that they both were very good dancers and instantly got into it. Billy saw Jennifer was quite excited and wished she could have worn a bra, both to reduce the bouncing, but also to hide her excitement. Surprisingly, a cute young brunette stepped between them and putting her leg between his, ground herself into his thigh while writhing against him. He looked and saw his wife was already sandwiched between two rather muscular guys and could hear her laughing and giggling. He felt an erection coming on as the girl ground harder and harder against him, her thigh rubbing against his cock. He heard his wife gasp as the guy behind her apparently pressed himself against her ass.

Jennifer was loving the frantic dancing. It had been a few years since they went out like this. She had to giggle feeling the boys' hard cocks hump against her as she danced. She saw they were looking down her slinky dress as her unfettered breasts flopped around with the music, her nipples betraying her enjoyment. She looked over at her husband being aggressively humped by the girl and ground back against the cocks pressing into her. When she felt large hands gripping her ass, pulling her against an obvious erection, she finally decided to pull herself away.

Billy heard Jennifer laugh out, "Gotta go." while extricating herself from the two boys. He patted the girl on her shoulder so he could escort his wife back to the table. He knew if anyone looked, he was sporting a stiff shaft in his pants. Flopping down at the table he leaned over, "I saw you had some pretty serious admirers there." He grinned as he gulped down half his beer. He noticed the music wasn't as loud, or perhaps he'd already suffered hearing loss.

Jennifer knew she was very flushed and her braless nipples were obviously poking out. She took a huge swig and then put down the glass. "I haven't been in a place like this since spring break my junior year."

"You mean Daytona Beach? I wish I'd been there. I still can't believe you went up on stage." Billy laughed, "Are you sure there are no videos of that?"

"Oh, I'm sure there are. You should have seen all the phones being held up." Jennifer blushed, "I'll never do that again."

"Why not? You won. I never asked, did they use warm or cold water?"

"Cold. I mean, ice cold. I didn't need any help..." She looked down at her pokies, "But I'm sure it evened the playing field. Actually, I was shocked I won. I definitely had the smallest boobs there." She took another drink and looked around and saw a tall blond man coming up to the table.

"Excuse me, um, I hate to ask, but would you like to dance? I saw you from the bar and if your boyfriend doesn't mind me borrowing you..."

"Husband. So, can he borrow me?" Jennifer laughed, looking at Billy. "Didn't you need to talk to the bartender anyhow?"

Billy got up and patted the guy on the shoulder, "Sure, that's great. Just bring her back when you're done." He grinned down at Jennifer, "Don't forget how we feel about Disco."

As Jennifer was led out to the floor, Billy made his way over to the back of the club, where he saw a guy standing and observing. Thinking he might make a good interview he headed over while listening to his wife. He could hear the instant his wife began dancing. He stopped, realizing the panting, the soft grunts, and her pleased squeals were almost the same as when they had sex. His stomach clenched thinking he should cut in but shook his head. 'Can't be another cliché,' he thought.

Jennifer was impressed with how good the blond guy was. He had many moves and flowed between them seamlessly, sometimes writhing his arms and torso, and other times the writhing flowed down to his hips. Jennifer found it hard not to stare at the massive bulge in the tight pants in front of her and on a whim, she let her dancing take her down to a crouch with her face inches away from a package that had to be padded. She looked up at the man with a grin and saw him playfully thrust his crotch out toward her while leering down at her. As she looked back, she saw that there could not be any padding as the shape of a large, circumcised cock was slithering up the front of his pants. She suddenly realized, her loose dress was completely pulled away from her front and he could easily see both her breasts.

The man felt like reaching down that top and feeling those pointy nipples capping those puffy, pale pink areolas. He wondered how they'd feel being under his tongue. He'd never seen any like them and felt the blood rush to his cock as he pictured himself sucking on them. He was disappointed when the girl quit swaying around down on her knees so he pulled her in close when she came back up. Her crotch was pressed hard against his thigh and as was his crotch against hers. They were grinding in cadence to the beat as he put his mouth to her ear, "Christ, girl, pardon me for saying so, but I couldn't help but see. Your nipples are incredible." He heard her giggle and felt those hard buttons slide across his chest as they let their bodies react to the music.

Billy had seen her erotic dance, apparently acting out as if giving him oral sex, and remembered that was how he first became attracted to her. She never left anything out on the dance floor. Maybe this wasn't such a great idea after all. She probably had no idea as the music was so loud, but she was grunting to the beat, their pelvises glued to each other.

He listened to a stranger discuss his wife's nipples with her and her appreciative laugh. Billy excused himself from the bouncer who was telling him about working here and the peak times and headed back to the table. He felt like throwing up, watching his wife totally into the moment with another man, an obviously well-endowed man. He heard Jennifer say "What?" and lean into the blond.

"I know you're married, but I have to ask, how married are you? Do you step out and have fun?" He heard the guy ask. He expected Jennifer to pull away and tell the guy off, but heard her laugh, "Tempting, seeing what you have to offer, but Yes. I'm very married. You'll be able to take care of your obvious issue with one of those cuties over there." He saw her point to a table in the corner. The blond looked over and shook his head, "Girls in packs scare me." He heard him laugh.

Jennifer slapped his arm and shook her head with a smile, "But girls with their husbands don't? Anyhow, from what I can see, you might need a pack of girls to take care of things."

The blond put his hand on her lower back and led her off the floor toward their table, "Thanks, but I'm a one-on-one type of guy. Anyhow, most married couples here are looking for variety. That was why I approached you."

"Do you have a minute? I think my husband might want to hear about your observations." She led him over to the table. "This is my husband Billy." She looked at the blond, "OK, I have no idea what your name is." She laughed and looked at her husband, "Normally I get the guy's name before I flash him."

"You showed him your breasts?" Billy asked as the blond sat down across from him. He slid over to let his wife sit down.

"Well, actually, her dress is kind of loose and opened up." He put out his hand, "I'm John, by the way, and now I have to say the same thing, usually I get a girl's name before seeing her tits."

Jennifer giggled, "Yeah, I'm Jennifer. Anyhow, John was telling me there are a lot of married couples who come here for variety. You know, let themselves get picked up." She looked at John, "How common is it?" She patted Billy on the hand, "Perhaps this will help you."

"We've been looking into investing in a club in town here, and actually, that is interesting. So, there are married couples here that, what is the term?"

"Have an open marriage. Sorry if I hit on your wife, but I thought I'd scored big time," John looked over at the blushing girl, "but see that table in the corner? They're regulars. Then the couple dancing nearest us? She's married to the guy standing at the bar in the bright yellow shirt. I could go on..." He said, his head scanning the crowd.

"So, you've slept with them?" Jennifer asked.

"Sorry, not telling. I'm just saying, you need to watch yourselves." He looked at Billy, "So, how many of these are you going to be checking out? I might have been to a few of them."

Billy opened his phone and showed the young man the list.

"Oh cool. You have quite a few of my favorite spots, though...hang on. Let me make a copy of this and I'll add notes."

Billy watched John's thumbs move rapidly before handing the phone back. He looked through the list, "The Gs? What are those?"

"Gay bars. The Qs are the quiet ones. Great dancing still, but not as loud as this place. Cs are country bars. Great line dancing. I personally like doing that. But the best is a place like this. Loud, you know. The heavy bass makes the women...um, ready."

"You mean wet." Jennifer laughed, "I noticed that. The vibrations seem to travel through my extremities and end up..." She looked down at her lap. "I don't think guys would notice that as much."

"You have no idea. There are a few dark corners where a couple could have a few minutes. I've been happy to experience the vibrations you women feel, first hand...or first something else." He stood up, "Look, I'm not going to sleep with your wife. I get that, but do you want my number? I might be able to help you with your research."

Billy couldn't believe how frank this young man was, but nodded and handed the phone back.

John gave the phone back to Billy and laughed, "Anyone who saw that might have the wrong idea. I'm not one to frequent the G bars." He winked at Jennifer, "Let me know if you decide to try something new."

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As Billy started to buckle his seat belt Jennifer stopped him. He leaned back in shock and his normally sexually passive wife unzipped and yanked open his pants. "Wait, what are you doing?" He stammered as she took his flaccid penis in her mouth and sucked on it until it was fully erect. He soon took over and put his hand on her head as she hungrily bobbed up and down. Jennifer periodically sucked his cock, but it was in a dutiful manner, this was as if she were craving it. Then, she always complained his cock was too fat for her jaw to be open that long. The next shock was when she pulled off and straddled him and after yanking her thong to the side, impaled herself on his cock. Never in a million years would he have expected her to initiate public sex.

"Oh, God! Your cock feels so good. Fuck your slut wife who let all those men grind their cocks against her." She pulled her dress off and tossed it onto the passenger's seat. She pushed her left breast against her husband's lips and as he sucked on it, began furiously grinding her pussy against him.

Billy reached up and roughly mauled her right tit and grabbed her ass cheek with his other hand. Yes, her nipples were as hard as they'd ever felt...definitely aroused. Soon the car was filled with loud grunts and deep, rapid breathing.

Jennifer's clit felt like it was on fire and even with the incredibly intense feelings, everything simmered just on this side of cumming. When Billy's fingers slid down between her ass cheeks, rather than push them away as she always had, she reached back and pressed them against her asshole. "That's it, baby. Fuck your slut wife. You know if you don't she'll have no problem finding someone who will."

She'd never let him touch her anus before and had never heard her call herself a slut, never suggesting she'd cheat on him. She ground harder and harder against him as he pressed against that forbidden hole and as his first knuckle popped past her tight sphincter, she screamed in his ear and rapidly thrust her pussy against him, cumming in waves.

Jennifer was close to passing out when the driver's door was yanked open, "Hey. Oh. Sorry, I heard a scream and thought..."

They looked over and saw a cop with his flashlight shining on them, or rather on her...her chest. Apparently, the cop was intrigued by the long nipples. Finally, he stepped back but kept the light on them. "Sorry. I have to ask you to climb off and step out of the car."

"What?" Jennifer cried, "I'm naked."

"Go ahead and put your dress on, and you sir, please zip up your pants and step out of the car." He stepped back again as they climbed out and got dressed, "I'll need identification." He watched as the girl crawled over to get her wallet and took hers and the guy's. He compared them before handing them back. "I'm sorry. I just needed to be sure you weren't a hooker. Look, you guys can do what you want, but keep the screaming down. I thought I knew what was going on, but when I heard the scream...OK. You guys get out of here and go home."

As he watched the car pull out, he picked up his radio. "Ed, I'm over at 1st and Holly. You need to see this. Thank God they make us wear body cams."

Jennifer pulled Billy inside the door and kissed him hungrily. Breaking away she panted, "Come upstairs, I need you back inside me." She ran up, tearing off her dress.

Billy entered the bedroom and saw his wife naked, bent over the bed. He eagerly ripped off his clothes and stroked himself to a full erection seeing his wife offering herself in such a manner...her pussy and ass fully exposed.

"Please just hump my ass for a minute or so before fucking me." She felt her pussy gush having another cock pressing against her ass. She felt close to cumming recounting the men who overtly offered themselves to her this evening. What was this, the tenth cock pressed between her ass cheeks tonight? Jennifer groaned as she felt her pussy invaded a second time in a half hour and reveled in the feeling she'd longed for on the dance floor. Would it be possible? Do people do that? No one could really see when it's that tightly packed. This is going to change their love-making, the feeling of submission being fucked from behind...Christ, she loved a cock inside her, being taken, helpless. Loved being used in such a raw, animalistic act. She soon cried out in a shockingly intense orgasm.

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"You are so hot. I've danced with a lot of girls here, but you are the best. Best dancer, and the hottest babe. I like to practice when I'm not at the clubs. Give me your number and with a few sessions we can blow these amateurs away." The tall man told her.

"Sorry, being married I'm not sure my husband would appreciate me meeting with another man," Jennifer replied.

"Why tell him? You go shopping or get together with your girlfriends, don't you?"

Jennifer looked around, "Disco sucks!" And headed back to the table.

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Mike slid the copy over to Billy, "This is great stuff. You got to two completely different clubs and were able to really capture the atmosphere of each. We made a few changes. You used your real names. Not a great idea. I know we told you you'd have your own byline, but let's wait for the final piece, you know, where you wrap up the entire experience. Also, we changed your wife to, hang on..." He picked up his copy, "...Maria, 5 foot 8, brunette, large breasts, much like Sophia Loren's little sister..."

"What? Why?" Billy asked.

"Think about it. You'll get to what? 20 to 30 clubs? You think your 5 foot 4, long straight strawberry blonde haired wife with...what? In the bikini photo, those are B cups?"

Billy blushed, "Yeah, B or C."

"Well, you want people out there knowing who you are, who she is? Making her a target of their lusts? Anyhow, we all thought this was better. Oh, and just keep writing her up as you like, Ted has already made up a list of your wives, including stock photos we have on hand." He grinned at the boy, "5-foot Japanese girl; Silver blonde Nebraskan farm girl; Willowy 6 foot black girl, with tits and ass to kill for; an LA beach blonde with implants, you know, like a Barbie...let me think. Ted can show them to you." He looked at the boy, "So she really flashed her tits? That's a great addition to the story."

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"Where do you live? I'm asking 'cause I'd like to know where you go out to dance. My wife hates dancing and since I do, she encourages me to get out." The young man with the Australian accent told her, "I mean, I'd love to find a regular partner if you know what I mean."

Jennifer laughed, "You forgot the adjective, dancing partner."

"No, I didn't." He overtly scanned her up and down.

Jennifer danced away, telling the man over her shoulder, "You know, Techno sucks."

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Cam grabbed his latte and headed towards the door, "Phil, what the hell are you doing here? Aren't you usually at your desk by now?" He headed over to the table seeing his friend reading. "A magazine? When do you read magazines? What is it?"

"Urban Scrawl." Phil replied, "There's a great article in here."

"I'm sure, they are great at keeping up with the latest zoning changes and minutes from the city council meetings." Cam laughed. "You were visiting your dad again?"

"Check this out. This guy has been heading over to the hot spots in town and writing reviews."

"Yeah, so?" Cam took a sip of coffee, "That's why we have Yelp and others."

"No, you have to read this. Get this, he's taking his wife and writing about how much she gets hit on. Dude, this seems real. He's totally oblivious to the fact that she will eventually cheat on him. I've been reading this for weeks, and check this out." He pointed to the address label.

"You subscribed? When was the last time you subscribed to a magazine? Wait, I remember, we sent ours in together. Highlights for Kids." Cam laughed.

"Here." Phil tore out a subscription card. "Trust me, you'll never get hold of one of these at the newsstand. Believe me, I tried. Also, I used to be able to catch up on the back issues at the library, but I guess they all got stolen. This is gold. We have a pool in engineering in which issue this guy reports that he's been cheated on. What a fool."

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"I know you're married. I saw the ring. Does that mean you gave up fun?" The tall, dark-haired man danced closer, making a point of pressing his hard penis against her hip, "So, you no longer like cock? Desire a good fucking?"

Jennifer laughed, "You're pretty sure of yourself. I do like a good fucking, but I can get that at home. I'm here to dance not let guys pick me up so they can get another notch on their belts." She extricated herself, "I'm sure there're a lot of single girls here you can please with your impressive cock." He was good-looking with his beard and ponytail. She had the idle thought that if she were single she'd toss the three-date rule out the window.

He looked around, "Yeah, there are a few here I'd do, but none as beautiful as you. Plus, I prefer married women. How long have you been married? Or, actually, how long since you've had another man's cock taking you to heaven?"

"Holy shit! You are persistent. Three years we've been married, but we went together for four years before that." Jennifer laughed, "Don't say it. "I know, seven-year itch. Trust me, I don't have any itch for you to scratch. My husband is great at scratching my itches."

"I'm sure, but you know where to find me if you ever need a tool at reaches those really deep itches," He said as he leaned over and kissed Jennifer, his tongue pressing between her upper and lower lips.

"Not cool! Disco sucks," she spat out before wiping her mouth as she spun away to go back to their table.

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