dance of passion

Dance of Passion

We left the nightclub after a fiery party. All good things must come to an end, the party was over, it was time to go. We were already getting into the car when suddenly we heard:

"Excuse me, could you give us a ride?"

Turning around, we saw a couple about our age: a short, slightly plump, reddish-haired girl and her companion, a tall, sturdy, pleasant-smiling brunet.

"Where are you headed?" we asked.

It turned out they lived not far from us, so it was on our way.

"Get in," we offered.

We got acquainted on the road. Their names were Lena and Andrey.

"Listen," Lena suddenly suggested, "why don't we continue this evening."

To be honest, I had been thinking the same thing the whole way.

"Well, let's go to our place," I suggested.

"Do you have anything to drink?" they asked.

"Of course, a full bar."

That settled it. Soon we were entering our apartment. Our fluffy beauty of a cat met us at the threshold. Although she was used to night visitors, she was usually displeased with unplanned guests. Surprisingly, this time she walked up to Lena, rubbed against her, and purred when Lena bent down to pet her. I felt something like jealousy. Usually, at the sight of guests, the cat would run under the bed, but here was such a reaction.

The cat remained indifferent to Andrey. After mixing cocktails and turning on the music, I handed over the reins of entertaining the guests to my husband and went to change. Pulling off my luxurious black evening dress and remaining only in stockings, I wondered what to wear. I have a nurse costume, a schoolgirl costume, a bunch of various negligees, peignoirs, gloves, etc. This time I chose a short red lace robe. Putting on high heels, I went out to the guests.

My husband, leaning towards Lena, was telling her something. His hand seemed to casually touch her knee, covered by the shiny fabric of her dress. Lena's dress was knee-length, tight-fitting, with a deep neckline. My husband didn't even glance at me, which I didn't like very much, but Andrey expressed his admiration. Traditionally, we decided to play cards. However, the game didn't take off.

I turn the music up louder and go out to dance. My movements are sensual and enticing. Now everyone is looking at me. Apparently, Lena doesn't want to part with the title of queen of the evening, and she joins me. We dance opposite each other. A blonde with long straight hair, slender and thin, that's me, and a somewhat plump, reddish-haired brunette, that's Lena. It seems we are competing, trying to show our husbands who is the best of us. Drowsiness falls away from Andrey. He watches us with interest.

Lena bends down and takes the nipple of my breast into her mouth, excitement runs through me. My fingers penetrate through Lena's panties, find her clitoris, and stroke it. Lena moans. Our lips touched, our tongues intertwined. The music ended. Playfully bowing, we return to our seats.

"Bravo, bravo," Andrey and my husband shout and clap their hands.

Unexpectedly, I notice that the beer is gone, and everyone wants beer. We deliberate for a long time about who should go to the 24-hour store. Andrey and my husband take on this mission.

As soon as the door closes behind them, Lena turns to me.

"Shall we continue?"

"Let's," I agree. "Just one question."

"Go on, ask, just hurry." She is already impatiently pulling off her panties.

"Do you want my husband?" I ask, deciding to first scout out the balance of power.

"Eva, he's great, but men don't turn me on," she replies.

"What?" I am sincerely surprised. "But you have a husband."

"So what?" she shrugs. A husband is a husband. Come on, take off your panties or do you want me to help you?" Although I understood little about her relationship with her husband, in the end, it's none of my business.

"Wait," I smile. "I have a surprise for you."

"Go on, just quickly, our guys will be back soon."

"So what, we could do it with them here."

"Better like this. So, what's the surprise?"

I usually leave the zipper open enough to show off my breasts in all their glory.

In such an outfit, I appeared before Lena.

"Oh, Evka, you love all sorts of dress-up games."

"Don't you?" I ask, offended. To be honest, I expected a completely different reaction.

"Don't be offended," she hugs me. "You look cool. Do you want to give me a procedure?"

"Yes," I smile.

While I was changing, Lena managed to undress completely. I seat her in a soft armchair. I ask her to raise her hands above her head and get down to business. My lips and tongue caress Lena's breasts, first one, then the other. I lightly bite her nipples. She moans, breaks free, tries to hug me. I don't allow it.

I say I'll have to tie her hands if something like that happens again. She submits. I go lower, my tongue disappears into the thicket of reddish pubic hair on Lena's mound. I penetrate deeper with my tongue. She can't stand it. She twitches, moans, finally, her juices fill my mouth.

"Now it's my turn," she says. "Let you be the mistress."

"Okay." I sit in the armchair.

"May I take off this robe, Mistress?" she asks.

"Yes," I graciously agree.

She unzips the robe, and it falls from my shoulders.

"May I take off your stockings, Mistress?"

"Yes."

She pulls off one stocking from my leg, then the other.

"Slower, more sensually," I say.

"Yes, Mistress."

She pulls off the stocking again. But, in my opinion, again too quickly.

"Not like that." Jokingly, I slap her bottom with my gloved hand.

"I will try, Mistress."

Now she does it as I like. After pulling off the stockings, she strokes my legs, trying to move up to my mound.

"Not now," I stop her.

"As you say, Mistress, may I take off your gloves?"

"No, leave the gloves on."

"What's going on here?" my husband's voice is heard. "Andrey, look how the girls have been fooling around without us. And you kept telling me, 'Let's go faster, let's go faster, the girls are bored.' So this is how they are bored. Why did you start without us? And we brought you beer."

"Thank you."

"Well, continue," they sit on the sofa, open the beer, and prepare to watch.

"You haven't earned it yet," I smile, fully entering the role of Eva the queen. "If you behave well, maybe we'll let you watch and even participate." Despite the fact that Lena was only having fun with me, no one was bored. Moreover, my husband, offended by Lena's indifference, and Andrey did not deprive me of attention. And what's more! I was simply basking in everyone's attention.

The whole action moved to the bedroom, we didn't even notice that the windows were wide open. It didn't occur to us that someone might be watching us. At such an hour. It was just beginning to dawn. All decent people are asleep at this time. And suddenly the doorbell rang.

"Probably the neighbors," my husband muttered. "Our music is loud, it's disturbing."

In a whole crowd, in our birthday suits, intoxicated by what we had drunk, excitement, and desire, we went to open the door. A man, slightly older than us, stood on the threshold. Smiling, he looked at our whole honest company.

"Guys, sorry to interrupt. We're your neighbors, our windows are opposite your bedroom. You were so hot, my girlfriend and I just couldn't take our eyes off you and really wanted to join, if you don't mind. We often watch that blonde girl, we often see her in her underwear. By the way, we don't know your name."

Well, yes, I love walking around in front of an open window naked or in underwear, and I go out to the balcony like that too. I have that sin. However, my husband isn't shy either.

"My name is Eva. Let's use informal 'you'."

"Very nice. Arthur. I hope to get acquainted with the others too, if you invite us." He looks at us questioningly.

Why not? Tomorrow, or rather already today, is a day off, no work. The guy seems okay, in the know. His girlfriend probably is too.

"Well," my husband addressed everyone, "shall we accept?"

"Yes," everyone answered in unison.

"And where is your wife?"

"Girlfriend. I'll go get her now and come to you."

"Okay, just grab some beer. The thing is, the previous beer the boys brought, we licked off each other, so not much got into our mouths."

"Okay, should I bring anything else? Any wishes?"

"At your discretion. The main thing is to stock up on strength, the day ahead is long, and maybe the evening too."

"Thanks for the warning. But you can't scare us, wait, we'll be right back."

The End