The disco has become a way for my wife to relax.

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I've been busy with work lately and haven't taken my wife to a nightclub. Last weekend, I suggested we go out, and as usual, I asked if she wanted to see a movie or go to a nightclub. She said there weren't any movies she liked, so I told her to go change. She happily put on makeup first, then picked out an outfit. I suggested she wear her usual white jeans, but she said it was too hot. She then chose a silver-gray sequined mini-skirt, not the tight kind, but a slightly pleated, wide-leg style—very popular on the streets recently. She paired it with a white, off-the-shoulder chiffon top that just reached her waist. I didn't really want her to wear a skirt, but after hesitating, I agreed. She happily sprayed on a lot of perfume. We

arrived at the nightclub at 10 pm, but surprisingly, it was almost empty on the weekend. My wife was quite disappointed and had to light up... We drank a bottle of liquor, almost finished it, and there weren't many people around, especially no handsome guys. My wife, slightly tipsy, started flirting with me, kissing me and feeding me drinks. When the liquor was gone, we had to order another dozen beers. Around 1 a.m., the crowd started to pick up. I danced with my wife for a while before leaving. She swayed on her own, and I watched from outside the dance floor. Although some guys hovered around her, and others pointed and whispered, no one actually harassed or flirted with her. I was a little disappointed. It was the first time my wife had worn a short skirt in a disco; although it wasn't tight-fitting, her long, white legs were still quite alluring, especially with her long, Korean-style hair. After a while, my wife came back, saying it wasn't very interesting. The disco had also entered a champagne auction phase. The party went on for a long time. My wife kept drinking, and I could tell she was getting a little drunk. The disco music started again, and suddenly there were so many people! The music was insane, and everyone was going wild – they must have been holding back from the auction. My wife happily danced in, without even taking me with her. Ugh, she must have been holding back for ages too.
I squeezed my way onto the dance floor and hid behind someone to observe my wife. I saw her dancing with a rather vulgar-looking man. I thought he wasn't her type. The man was behind her, holding her waist and rubbing against her rhythmically, whispering in her ear and occasionally brushing her hair aside against her neck. My wife had her eyes closed, her head tilted back, resting slightly on the man's shoulder, her hands raised, clutching her hair. This way, her slender waist was completely between the man's hands. Although her movements weren't particularly intense, her expression already gave me the urge to masturbate, and my heart started pounding. The music grew increasingly frenetic, and they pressed even closer together. The man's hands would knead her waist one moment, then her breasts the next. My wife was wearing a very tight bra that I couldn't undo, which made me feel a little more at ease. Wherever the man's hands went, my wife's hands would follow, pressing against his, her hips swaying rhythmically in tandem, her expression sensual. I almost had to go to the restroom.
The dance floor was already incredibly crowded, and my wife was constantly being surrounded by other men, but because the man was holding her tightly, the other men were just taking advantage of her, touching her waist, touching her legs. They swayed to a pillar near the dance floor speakers. The man leaned against the pillar and turned his wife around, a natural turn that clearly showed he knew how to dance. What happened next was more stimulating than I'd ever experienced before, and it explained why I'd hesitated for a moment when my wife was choosing her dress. Now I understood: my wife turned to face the man, sometimes putting her arms around his neck, sometimes around his waist, swaying as she moved. Meanwhile, the man's hands slipped deep under her dress from behind, kneading her buttocks. His arms were long enough that the penetration was natural, but with each movement, I could still see her buttocks sometimes half-exposed, sometimes fully revealed, though quickly. I was already breathless with arousal. The man's hands were inside her panties, kneading her flesh. My wife's ample buttocks were already clearly visible, yet she continued to vigorously toss her head and sway in rhythm. Of course, what I was thinking was that if the man dared to push down my wife's panties or reach his hands down her front, I would push him away.
I couldn't resist squeezing through the crowd, pulling my wife over to jump. I kissed her on the lips; she cooperated. The man knew we were familiar with each other, but he didn't completely leave. Instead, the three of us danced together. I pulled my wife close and, like the man had done, reached down to her buttocks and rubbed them as we danced. What excited me was that I clearly felt not just a pair of hands inside her panties and on her thighs. It turned out the dance floor was already packed with people; besides that man, there were a few other people dancing with us, some of whom couldn't squeeze through. I was practically drooling with urgency. My wife was practically soaking wet, moaning softly in my ear. The music was loud, her body trembling, and the various men's hands on her—just thinking about it now is incredibly arousing. When I pulled my wife out, some men tried to stop us from leaving, but I pushed them away. As we squeezed out of the dance floor, I saw more than one woman going wild, being attacked from all sides by men. One woman in black had her skirt constantly lifted up, half of her white underwear embedded in her buttocks. She was even more frenzied, her expression like she was on drugs. Her female companion tried to pull her skirt down, but was blocked by the other men. I was thinking, if my wife had come alone, she might have been penetrated right there, even if not on the dance floor, at least in the bathroom. At this point, the woman had completely forgotten herself, which was somewhat frightening to think about; this was release and indulgence.
Although I sought thrills and achieved quite a bit, I always wondered what my wife would do if I couldn't truly avoid them, how wild she would become, or to what extent she would cooperate with others, whether her genitals could be penetrated. But each time, I would always go in at the right moment and bring her to a stop, which meant that what I sought was still within the realm of thrills.
When we got home, my wife was already staggering. I quickly stripped her naked and had sex with her wildly. She cooperated in every way, and I used all sorts of lewd language, which she responded loudly, giving me oral sex. Finally, we stopped when I couldn't ejaculate anymore. My wife said that these crazy nights were really good. I think that was her true feeling!

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