[JonScores]

The other night I took my wife out dancing. I could tell she had an eye on another guy that evening. She kept glancing at him, and he at her. After a number of drinks I headed out to the restroom. With the opening, the guy moved in and asked my wife to dance. She had a sequined backless top on with an accompanying miniskirt and was only wearing a thong under the skirt. I walked out of the restroom to an empty table and started scanning the dance floor. She was locked in this guy's arms in a very slow dance, and was driving her pussy into his groin. As the dance ended, he walked her back to our table, and delivered her with an obvious erect dick in his pants. He thanked me for the dance with her.

I kept an eye on him and could not see that he was with anyone. However, I noticed that every time my wife thought I was not looking, she was glancing at him and vice-versa. And it also just happened that every single time that I headed to the restroom, I returned to find her slow dancing with this guy. By the end of the evening he had had about 3 or 4 dances with her. Finally, I came out of the little boy's room one last time to see them locked together once more. I took a picture of them fully engaged with one another. Her top had been moved far to the side giving him a good entry to her right boob and tit. And he had his hand with her skirt pulled up on her bare butt on that same side. She seemed to be totally enjoying the moment. Normally, I am not the jealous type, but the extent of this flirtation did bother me. I told her I was ready to leave. However, she said that she was not in a hurry to go. I asked her if she preferred to leave instead with her newfound dance partner. She feigned innocence. I didn't take no for an answer and ushered her out the door. She said that I had been imagining things, so I showed her the picture. She claimed she didn't realize that he had his hand on her bare butt. Then she pulled each boob out of her top from the sides. She said, "You know I love you and can't see me being with any other guy. I told her to show it right then and there outside the car and in the nightclub parking lot. She whipped off her top and said, "How is that?" There she was topless out in the open. I told her that was good for starters. Then she untied her wrap around skirt and tossed it in the car, leaving her with only her black thong on. She asked, "Now, how is this? You know you want to fuck me." I responded, "Yeah, maybe I do, but I need to do it right here and right now." She said, "Are you crazy -- someone can see us if they come out of the nightclub." I said, "Fuck that!" I reached down and pulled her thong off. She was totally naked except for her black boots.

I pushed her back on the hood of our car and pulled out my hard dick. There was a light in that parking lot that illuminated our car, but I didn't care. I went to work on her, and she knew it was of no use to refute my advances. Knowing that, she really got into the fuck and was totally enjoying doing it right there on the hood. She was breathing heavy and sighing until she began to climax, and then those sighs turned to almost tortured sounding screams. She was having a very big climax on the hood of our car. Knowing that she may be attracting attention, I was ready to explode in her wet, hunching pussy and let go. Finally, I pulled out,only to see her dancing boyfriend stopped at the exit door of the club with a totally dumbfounded look on his face while staring at us. As my wife was rolling her bare butt off the hood, I said, "Hey, thanks for getting her warmed up and lubricated for me. I can only imagine how you must feel that you missed out on the real action." With that I got in the car and drove away. My wife said, "Was it necessary to call that guy out?" I responded that it did my heart good. She stuffed some paper between her legs to catch the flow dripping down her legs, and rode home naked without saying another word. (I am attaching the picture of them in their embracing dance.)