Dance hall passion

There used to be many underground dance halls near the sports center. After going a few times, I suddenly wondered what it would feel like to see my wife burning with desire in someone else's arms.

This thought tormented me, and one day, I finally said to my wife, "Honey, let's go dancing, okay?" My wife, unaware of my intentions, was delighted and dressed smartly to go with me. As we walked, I looked at my wife in her super short white dress, feeling both excited and uneasy.

The dance hall was pitch black, and my wife, a little nervous, clung to me, saying, "Honey, where is this place?

Why is it so dark?" I said, "I don't know either. A friend told me it's fun here, so I brought you."

My wife asked, "How is it fun?" I said mysteriously, "They say it's exciting. We'll find out soon enough."

Then, I pulled her into the crowd of dancers.

As our eyes adjusted to the lights, I realized that everyone around me was tightly embracing, and the air was thick with the scent of desire. My wife saw it too, and whispered in my ear, "Honey, these people don't seem to be dancing." I said, "Then what do you think they're doing?" My wife gently bit my earlobe and fell silent. I tightened my grip on her buttocks, pressing my erect penis against her vulva, slowly undulating it. My wife reacted noticeably, pressing closer, her arms around my neck, secretly glancing at the people around us.

I slipped my hand under her skirt, rubbing her warm, moist vulva through her panties, feeling her juices begin to flow. Suddenly, she freed one hand, unzipped my zipper, and reached inside to grasp my penis, squeezing it lightly and then firmly, her breathing becoming heavy. I pulled out my penis and slipped it under her panties, pressing it against her large labia, thrusting in and out. She immediately moaned softly, unsteady on her feet, so I helped her find a seat.

Next to us, a couple was passionately caressing each other. My wife leaned softly against me, secretly stroking my penis while watching them. I saw the man pull out his penis, lift the woman onto his lap, and the woman moaned softly as she began to move up and down. I felt my wife tremble, and my grip on my penis suddenly tightened. At that moment, I said to my wife, "Honey, my stomach isn't feeling well, I need to go to the toilet." My wife said, "Hurry up." I stood up and sat down where she couldn't see me, secretly watching her. I saw a tall figure walk up to my wife and say something. My wife shook her head frantically, but the man continued speaking and reached out, insisting. Finally, my wife hesitated and stood up. My heart pounded.

The man embraced my wife, pressing her closer and closer. My wife resisted in vain. I saw the man place his hands on my wife's buttocks, kneading them and pressing them tightly against her. Her buttocks moved to the music. Perhaps because I had already aroused her, combined with the stimulation from the stranger, my wife had no strength to resist, and she limply clung to the man's neck, letting him take liberties with her. I watched intently, my heart pounding.

Suddenly, the man reached under my wife's skirt. I only saw her head jerk, and she nestled into his arms like a noodle. He slowly moved her towards the wall, and I followed closely behind, sitting nervously beside them. He pinned her against the wall, pulled down her panties, and took out his penis. I heard my wife cry out; I knew he had penetrated her. The light was dim, and I couldn't see clearly, but that familiar moan made my blood boil. Soon, he growled softly, pressing himself firmly against my wife. My wife's mouth opened wide; I knew she had orgasmed.

He put his penis back in his pants, touched my wife's face, and turned to leave. My wife returned to her seat, exhausted, her head bowed low. I went over to her, and she grabbed my hand in a panic, crying, "Husband, why did you take so long to come back?" I was so excited that I didn't have time to speak. I grabbed her, pinned her against the wall, pulled out my penis, and thrust it in. My wife resisted a few times in a panic, then began to moan softly. I thrust hard, thinking about the scene just now, and quickly ejaculated. My wife actually reached orgasm at the same time; she was probably also thinking about the thrill she had just experienced.

To this day, my wife doesn't know that I was secretly watching her that day. I don't dare to tell her.

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