My wet bare pussy ground against her soft thighs as we moved to the music. I ran my hands up her body until I reached her perky breasts. Her tiny breasts fit perfectly in my hands. I slipped her nipples between my manicured fingers, teasing this beautiful goddess in front of me. I wanted her to want me, to need me, and I planned on having her between my legs very soon.
Our bodies moved together like a symphony, and I was lost in the rhythm of the dance. Michelle’s breath was hot on my neck, and I could feel the softness of her lips as she whispered, “Jan, I want you.” My heart skipped a beat, knowing I had her just where I wanted her.
We continued to dance, our bodies entwined, and I was struck by how natural and effortless it felt. Our movements became more intimate, and I could feel the tension building between us. As the song ended, we held each other tightly, both reluctant to let go.
We finally pulled away from each other, both of us breathing heavily. Michelle’s eyes were filled with desire, and I could see the longing in her expression. I took her hand and led her off the dance floor.
Michelle and I made our way to a corner of the room, and I took her in my arms. Our lips met, passionately kissing each other. We were both lost in the moment. Michelle’s hand slid between my legs, pushing them apart. I knew what she wanted and gave her free access to my exposed pussy. Her soft fingers teased my inner thighs as I felt my pussy quiver in anticipation. Michelle’s fingers slid between my labia, causing me to moan in delight. Her now wet fingers explored my pussy, moving her fingers up and down, coating her digit. Michelle’s slick finger slipped inside my drenched pussy, as she slowly began to fuck me. With every thrust of her fingers, she ground her palm into my clit, causing me to cry out uncontrollably.
As much as I enjoyed Michelle’s finger fucking, I wanted to feel her wet cunt. I lifted the hem of her dress and moved aside the drenched crotch of her black G-string. Michelle leaned into me as my fingers crept ever closer to her cunt.
“Please!” Michelle begged in whispered tones.
I knew what she needed, and I didn’t hold back. As I slid two fingers into her cunt, I used my other hand to rub her clit. Michelle kissed me hard, her tongue massaging mine, as she moaned breathlessly into my mouth. If it weren’t for the loud music, the sloshing of our wet pussies would fill the room.
John and Mike stood and watched as Michelle and I fucked each others’ fingers in the crowded lounge. Knowing that my husband was watching me with another man’s wife was a huge turn-on.
The look on Mike and John’s faces showed how turned on they were by the very public finger fucking.
“Let’s go find a room,” John said as he placed a hand on my shoulder.
Reluctantly, I pulled away from Michelle. My fingers were drenched in her juices, and they shimmered from the strobe lights that flashed in the room. To put it mildly, my fingers looked delicious, and I knew exactly what John wanted me to do with them.