Nancy's Night Out
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It wasn't your usual Friday night. We had tickets to the annual Norma Jean's
Summer Bash, and Nancy was feeling a bit playful. Usually, for these
occasions she dressed rather demurely. But, after a couple of after work
coolers, she decided to wear something racy (for her). She put on her black
bow-tie tube top, black stretch mini (over her black bikini cut panties) and
heels. A white blouse over the shoulders (in case it got cold) was tied at
her midriff. A quick trip to the bathroom to touch up her make-up, and we
were ready to roll.

Norma Jean's was just starting to fill up as we arrived. Shortly after
getting in, we went our separate ways. There were friends from both of our
works, and it was only polite to meet them. We got our complimentary drinks,
and I would occasionally stop by her table with another (Happy Hour can be
easy on the budget). By the time the pizza came out, I was done mingling, so
I picked up a couple of plates, and took them over to where Nanc was
sitting. She had a bit of a red glow (as she usually does when she drinks)
and was having a good time with her friends. I noticed a couple of her male
co-workers giving her a sideways appreciative glance earlier, and they
didn't stop now that I was there.

Nancy gobbled up the pizza, and asked me to get her another drink. When I
returned, she took a big gulp of the rum and coke and then pulled a
cigarette from her purse. Nancy never smokes unless she is really looped,
and that has only happened a couple of times in her life. I pulled my chair
close to hers and gave here a squeeze. She giggled and blew a few smoke
rings. I asked her if she was having fun, and she replied that she would
like to have more fun. She told me to pull my chair close to the table,
while she did the same. I took a swallow of my Sunrise and complied.

The conversation around the table turned to the Expos, my team, so I joined
in in my animated fashion. While I was talking, I felt a hand working down
my zipper. Nanc piped up that she thought baseball was boring, and then took
another sip of her drink. While I was making a point about Moises Alou, she
managed to free my cock into the cool nightclub air. I lost my train of
thought for the moment, but proceeded with the conversation, so as not to
let the people know what was going on. Nanc snuggled close to me and
discretely pumped my cock.

" I'm going to make you come" she said. " Here ?!" " Yes, I'm going to make
you shoot on the floor."

With that, she quickened her pace, while I tried hard not to let on. Nanc
started kissing my neck, and I in turn put my left hand in her lap. Her
thighs were damp from a mixture of sweat and lubrication. I flicked my
finger over her clit, but she slapped my hand, telling me to wait for later.
She then took her other hand off of mine, and proceeded to massage my balls.
That was too much for me, and I started to squirt. I came on the bottom of
the table, the floor, and probably on some of Nancy's co-workers shoes. Nanc
pulled her hand out and gave it a lick, mumbling something about pizza
sauce, and grabbed a napkin to wipe it off. I discretely tried to put my
member back in my shorts and zip up inconspicuously.

Nanc pulled her chair back away from the table and put her legs in my lap in
a rather unladylike fashion. Anyone passing by could get a good look at most
of her legs. She said that her legs were sore, and could I massage them.
With her 2+ inch heels in my lap, I could do nothing but comply. As I
started to rub, I noticed a couple of ribbons of come on her legs. that
vixen! She had me rubbing my own come into her skin. She appeared to be
rather proud of herself, and much less shy than she usually was outside our
bedroom. After I had finished the massage, she repostioned her chair next to
mine. I asked her how it felt to have come squirt on her in public, and she
said it was nice, but not enough. I then asked her if she wanted someone
else's come to squirt on her, and she got a funny look on her face.

" Get me another drink. I have to go to the washroom. I'll give you a reply
when I come back."

She then sashated up past the bar and towards the washroom. I noticed the
lustful glances of a half dozen guys as she walked past. Then I followed her
to the bar for refills.

The conversation had resumed about trees and Arbour Day, so I didn't notice
that Nanc had returned. But as she sat in her seat, she pulled on my arm. I
looked at her, and she put something in my hand. I looked down, and there
were her soaked panties in my hand. I resisted the urge to put them to my
face, and instead slipped them into my pocket. Nanc commented on how hot it
was in there, and removed the blouse from her shoulders. I got my answer.

My partner grabbed one of her friends and headed for the dance floor, while
I tried to keep one ear on the conversation and one eye on her. Soon, a
couple of guys had moved in, and had paired off with the two girls. nancy
was really strutting her stuff. She did frequent twirls to see how high her
skirt could swirl. Unfortunately, the skirt was too tight to give much of a
show. She also danced with her arms beside her boobs, giving a very clear
view of her cleavage when she bent over. Soon, a slow dance came on, and she
and her partner had their hands all over each other. She was pulling his
crotch into hers, and he was playing with the bottom of her skirt. On the
next fast dance, a different fellow cut in, and her dancing was even more
suggestive. Between watching, and the conversation at the table, I lost
sight of her. I peeled my eyes to see my vision of loveliness on the dance
floor, and when I couldn't find her, got up to take a look around.
Evidentially, she and one of her partners had disappeared.

I wasn't really worried, as Nanc is a big girl ( in attitude, on a petite
frame) and was able to take care of herself. However, my mind was racing as
to what my horny wife might be up to. Soon, my thoughts were interrupted by
the call of nature. As I made my way past the bar to the washroom, I checked
the dance floor again. Still no sign of her. I went down the stairs, past
the cloakroom, and into the john, the pressure in my groin from the alcohol,
and >from not knowing what was going on. After I had relieved myself, I
started to head for the stairs, when my eye caught a glimpse of a metal
heel. The type of shoe looked very familiar, so I stayed in the shadows and
let my eyes adjust to the light. Sure enough, there was my wife on her knees
under the stairs, with the pants of some jock open, giving a tongue bath to
his engorged member. I was torn between wanting to break things up, and
curiosity as to how far things would go. She was working his cock faster
now, and I could tell that he was getting close to cumming. With her free
hand, she pulled her tube top down from her breasts, and pulled away just as
he was about to erupt. Long streams of jism flew from his cock, landing on
my wife's neck and creamy white tits. When he had settled down, she used his
softening cock to work his cream over her skin. I couldn't take any more,
and snuck up the back staircase and back to the table. A half hour later,
Nancy showed up, with a devilish look in her eyes, and sticky streaks on her
neck. I asked her what she had been up to. She told me she would tell me
later, if I was good. With that, she lit a cigarette, and ordered another
round.