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My husband Ken has convinced me to write you and share with your readers some of the fantastic events that we have experienced in our 2-year relationship. This a second marriage for both of us and our relationship continues to surprise and amaze me. I say amaze because my first marriage ended after 15 years with a man who now seems so totally different from Ken that I often wonder what the attraction was that brought us together in the first place. My first husband was very possessive and controlling. He ended up leaving me for another woman who surprisingly was more like I always wanted to be, independent, and self-confident. Ken encouraged me to be my own person and not to be controlled by what other people may say or do. This was very refreshing after a long relationship with someone who tried to control your every move. Ken has made me feel desired, loved, appreciated and very sexy. I feel like the caterpillar that changes into a butterfly. I am 42 years old, brunette, and now 132 lbs. I've lost weight and work-out regularly. I've always been very busty or as Ken says "built like a brick *….house", and find that rather than hide under baggy sweatpants and tops, I'm wearing tight jeans and tops to accentuate my body. Ken was encouraging me at every step of the way. I feel more confident and in control than I ever have in my life and it feels terrific. My first adventure began more as a test than anything. My close friend Karen had suggested many times that I join her and a few of her friends for an all-girls weekend. I, of course, had always declined, as my first husband would never have approved. With Ken that all changed, and he encouraged me to go and have fun! This newfound freedom was exhilarating! We met at a Hotel downtown on a Friday night, drank wine, talked our heads off and had a ball. I felt like a schoolgirl again. Saturday night we all went out on the town and ended up at a loud and noisy bar. I felt myself shrinking into the background again, and called Ken to check-in, to confess we were at a bar and having some drinks. I still remember him almost berating me for calling, telling me to have fun and let go, enjoy myself and not to worry about him as he was just fine! I was actually in shock, this was such a new experience for me! After a few more glasses of wine, I was ready to party. I felt renewed! After declining many offers to dance, I found myself ditching my bulky sweater and hitting the dancefloor in the white T-shirt, I'd worn underneath. I felt like a temptress as guy after guy would offer to dance with me, buy me drinks, and leer at my tits. Karen couldn't believe it was the same old Susan she'd know for so many years. It was phenomenal. Arriving home the next day I confessed all to Ken, the drinking and dancing, still not sure he was OK with this. Surprisingly, he was not only elated that I'd had such a good time but admitted he was turned on with the idea of me dancing with other guys and playing the part of the bar-room vixen. We made love like never before. I was in heaven! The next day Ken brought up the subject again, and again he developed a massive hard-on as I told him about this guy or that guy, how they were looking at my tits, and again we ended up on the living room carpet. It was wild! He said he wished he'd been there just to watch as it would have excited him so much. After we caught our breath, I suggested we could go back, just the two of us the next weekend, and we could maybe repeat the performance if he really wanted to. The grin on his face said it all, we set a date for the next weekend. I spent the week shopping. I'd never owned a pair of really high heels before and now found myself practicing walking in 4" spikes. Tight jeans, a stretchy white top, and a new hairdo and make-up, as a gift from Ken, and I felt like a million bucks. Ken couldn't believe the transformation and couldn't keep his hands off me. I've never had so much sex in all my life. We ended up going to a similar bar close to home. As the wine kicked in, and the man of my dreams by my side, I was getting horny. We danced and had a great time. I was getting lots of looks in my new outfit and at Ken's urging flaunted myself for the benefit of the many single guys at the Club. I accepted some offers to dance, and it felt so strange having a strange guy ogling you on the dance floor, then looking over your shoulder and seeing your husband flash you a huge grin and raise his glass to you. It didn't take me long to get into the groove, and I began moving very seductively. This was fantastic! I returned to Ken at the bar, and he took my hand. He placed it on his crotch, and he had a huge hard-on. "You are driving me crazy," he said, "you look incredible up there." We kissed. "Let's go home. I want you right now!" This was incredible, it was like we were nineteen again and I was so turned on. I grabbed my jacket, and we headed for the door. Just before we left, I decided I would surprise him even more and quickly ducked into the ladies room. Inside one of the cubicles, I took off my bra and put the white top back on. In the glare of the lights, you could see my nipples as clear as day, right through the thin fabric. Perfect, I thought, and with my jacket over my one shoulder walked out to join up with Ken. I arched my back and thrust my tits out as I walked up to him as his jaw dropped open. He was grinning from ear to ear as he looked at my tits. Many other guys also liked the look as they too were grinning like crazy as they watched me flaunt. Ken's eyes closed as I kissed him and we headed for the car. Three guys just coming in from the parking lot got quite a view through my see-through top, all of them grinning as they watched us head for the car. It was the fastest drive home I'd ever had. Ken pulled into the garage, and with the lights out, I pulled off my jeans, and we actually did it on the trunk of the car inside the garage with the door up. I had one of the best orgasms I could remember. I remember walking from the garage to the house with nothing on but my heels and my white top. I really had changed from the person I barely remembered. It was invigorating. More to come.

The other night we we had decided to go out for a few drinks and a good time with no intentions of doing anything other than being with each other. On my way home from some errands which were going to take a couple of hours my wife called me to ask if I had any attire requests for the night. I told her to wear a short dress she had recently purchased but had not had the opportunity to wear yet. When I got home she was nearly ready looking amazing in the short one piece dress with a pair of over the knee boots. I quickly got ready and out we went. Our first stop was a local club which is exceedingly popular with live music but no dancing or anything. We had a few drinks and some food when she told me she was ready to leave. It was about 10pm so it was rather early. I asked her what she wanted to do when she told me she was in a good mood from the drinks and wanted to go someplace "happening". I told her it was her night and she would decide where we would go. She mentioned a club and off we went. We were at the club for a while when she mentioned this guy she saw and found him to be kind of hot. She asked me if it would be okay if she asked him to dance and I said it would be fine and to go ahead and have a good time. I watched them dance a few songs and she began grind dancing with him (I think that is what it is called) His hands were all over her and hers on him. I found it to be very exciting to watch. When they were done she brought him over to where we were sitting. He was extremely polite and introduced himself as Charles. He was in his early 30's and I found out he was a former pro athlete here on vacation. The flirting between the two of them was obvious and when he excused himself to the bathroom, I asked her what she wanted to do. "I'm not sure, but I think he has the biggest cock I have ever felt". I told her to do whatever she wanted and that I was totally okay with it. After a bit of time I went to the restroom to leave my wife with our new friend alone. When I returned she whispered in my ear, "he wants to meet us later at our house." I asked her if she wanted him and her reply was, "hell yes'! She gave him directions to our home and he told us he had to find his friends to let them know he was leaving and since he had a car, he had to make sure they all had a way home. The ride to our house was strangely silent, when she said, "I am so nervous." I told her not to be and that she should just enjoy herself and that I found this strangely erotic. She squeezed my hand as I drove. As we arrived at our house she asked me what I thought she should wear and I told her what she was wearing was great but if she wanted to change, I though she should try a schoolgirl type outfit that she had. About 10 minutes later she emerged in a short plaid skirt with a button type white blouse which was unbuttoned and tied. High heels and white thigh highs completed the ensemble. I went to the bathroom to freshen up a bit when I heard voices from the living room. Our guest had arrived and they were getting to know each other. "She is amazing looking", he said. "I know, and she is all yours. Your guys can do whatever you like, but two rules are I am always present and condoms for penetration." Apparently he had his own since he mentioned that he always used them. We adjourned to the bedroom and he was definitely the aggressor. Within minutes she was moaning and sighing with pleasure. I was laying on the bed next to them taking it all in. He positioned her so that her head was near my lap and he proceeded to go down on her gently. Using him mouth and fingers he quickly had her to orgasm. She must have needed to see his cock since she quickly unbuttoned his pants and began to fondle him. "Honey this is the biggest cock I have ever seen"! There was no way she could even get her mouth 1/3 of the way down his shaft. "Fuck me with that please"! He excused himself to put on a condom and gently entered her. "Not all the way yet" she said. Her head was on my lap and he began slowly and built up a bit of rhythm until she exploded again. They changed positions with her on top bringing herself to another screaming orgasm. Our new friend Charles had not cum yet and I was still dressed taking all of this in. "Can I do you from behind"? he asked her. "Please" she said. Her head was near my lap again and at this time she undid my pants and began sucking me as he was pounding her for all he was worth. You could tell she was enjoying this since I was getting the blow-job that I always dreamed of. About 5 minutes of this and we all came together. Charles deep inside her, me in her mouth and she swallowed every drop while she came for the 4th or 5th time. We all cleaned up for a bit and exchanged some small talk. We found out that he comes to town frequently and we exchanged numbers promising to do it again. After our friend left, we talked for a bit. "Did you like that" she asked. "Yes very much" I said. I explained to her that the single most pleasurable thing for me is to see her enjoy herself and that as long as I was present, whatever she wanted to do was fine with me. "I love you" she said, and with that we had our own little session. I know I was not nearly as good, but nevertheless, being inside my wife after being taken by another man was very exciting. I think we both slept really well that night and awoke in the morning to another session.

“Hello, my name is Ned. Would you care to dance?” “I’d love to, Ned. I’m Carol.” He was a very nice looking white fellow, probably a few years older but in good shape. Quite attractive, and as I soon found out, a good dancer too. I love to dance, but dancing naked, full body contact, with a good looking, good dancing guy like Ned is fantastic. “I haven't seen you at any of our parties, Carol. Are you new or have I just been unlucky?” His charming smile did nice things to my mind. “Kind of. We've been playing with Albert and Connie and some of their friends for a while but this is our first party. And You?” Ned’s moves were beginning to stir things inside me. “Bess and I joined in Denver twelve years ago but we've only been here for about a year, Boeing, you know. Have you been enjoying yourself?” “It took me a while to get into the swing of things but, Yeah. The sex has been great and there are lots of nice people here. Is your wife that tall brunette you were sitting with?” “No.” He spun me around. “She’s over there on the couch, with brown hair, boffing the big bald guy.” The woman he pointed out was sitting in a guy’s lap, undulating her hips, kissing her guy while they screwed. Somehow I felt a connection with her that manifested itself in a kind of an itching in my groin. Feeling Ned’s hardening cock poke at me as we danced added to that feeling. “Looks like she’s enjoying herself.” “I really love seeing her enjoying herself. I try not to get involved until I see her get together with someone.” “Protective?” “Yeah. That, and it really turns me on to see her having fun. The club is really more for her enjoyment than mine.” “You don’t like sex with others, Ned?” He laughed heartily and kissed my forehead. That felt kind of good to me. “No. I mean that any guy in his right mind learns quickly that the key to enjoying the club is making sure that his wife is enjoying herself. Husbands usually bring wives into swinging but the wives really run things. They take the lead in almost everything.” “Is your husband here tonight?” “Yeah. That’s him over by the buffet talking to the guys about the football game this afternoon. Ya gotta laugh. Here he is surrounded by naked people, sex wherever you look and he’s talking football.” “I like football well enough but my priorities certainly put a lovely woman like you way before sports.” I couldn't help giggling. He worked a little body wiggle against me in time with the music. “Would you do me the honor of moving this dance to a horizontal position?” I shuddered a little at the thought. His eyes caught and held mine for more than a moment. I nodded. As we continued the slow erotic dance, he kissed me on the forehead again then nibbled my ear. I shivered. I involuntarily moaned a bit when he kissed and nibbled my neck. His hands on my bare butt seemed to be manipulating something in me that felt very good. In a few moments his fingers found my sensitive nipple and I felt rushes of heat all through me. Just as I was about to jump all over him he pulled away from me a bit, held my eyes with his again, and began to talk softly. At first I was a bit put off by his foreplay interruptus but he was just making sure that I was OK with our playing together. I answered his questions with a big juicy kiss. Dancing and necking with him had my juices flowing like mad, and I don’t mean just my special juices down below. I couldn't really keep track of exactly what he was doing to me but whatever it was, it was working wonders. I felt the back of my legs touching something. He had danced us to one of the beds. What could I do? I had to let him lower me to the bed where he continued kissing me, fondling my boobs, kissing my nipples and doing all kinds of nice things to me. After a long deep kiss he asked me if I would allow him to eat me. Nodding fiercely I told him that Rick, my husband doesn't like to eat pussy. He slowly kissed his way down on me. When his tongue first slithered into me I moaned loudly. It felt heavenly. He licked and sucked and I felt fingers inside me. He stopped for a moment and our eyes connected. “Your husband doesn't know what he’s missing, Your pussy is wonderful.” He stretched out the word wonderful. His smile, shining with my juices sent hot shivers all through me. I reached for his cock and slipped its circumcised head into my mouth. He breathlessly whispered to go easy on him. “You are so darned fantastic that you’ve got me on the edge. I don’t want this to stop yet, maybe not ever.” He went back to giving me the most delightful head I’d ever received. One of his hands was nipping my nipples while the other was ruffling my pubic hair. He came up for air for a moment, interrupting my feelings and making me want him more. “I love the feel of your bush, Carol. I don’t often get a chance to make love to black women.” He went back to giving me that marvelous head, bringing me ever closer. I was almost there when he stopped again and told me “Thank you so much for letting me eat you. You are fantastic.” When he went back to kissing my pussy I couldn't hold back any more. I’m normally quiet in sex, the kids, you know, but I couldn't help letting fly with a screaming moan that they probably heard at the Wal-art down the street. His tongue and lips were so soft, so wonderful as they drove me and drove me and drove me through the longest orgasm I’ve ever had. I shook and shuddered violently but he stuck with me prolonging my feelings incredibly, doing just the right things. I needed his cock in my mouth but he pulled it away, leaving me with an empty feeling that somehow made me feel even more turned on. When I finally came back to earth, he was still lightly kissing my pussy and my whole body was periodically jerking lightly and shuddering. He came up and kissed my lips then our tongues intertwined and we squirmed together interminably enjoying the hell out of each other. “Why did you pull away, Ned? I wanted your cock in my mouth while I came.” He kissed me lightly: “I didn't have your permission to cum in your mouth and I was oh so close.” “Well, you do now. Any time you want, my mouth, my pussy, whatever.” I felt his cock slip slowly into my pussy. Moments before I couldn't have stood any more stimulation but somehow it felt very good. After a couple of initial thrusts he pushed hard against me, moving back and forth, side to side, kind of squirming together against my clit. He was taking his time, fucking me softly, kissing me deeply, diddling my nipples, raising me slowly but surely to another orgasm. I lost track of time, of everything but my erotic feelings. I climbed back up that hill, the tensions rose, those delightful shocks pinging all around inside me. The feelings were fantastic. We kissed and fucked and played, enjoying wonderful feelings until my release came hot and heavy. I tried to scream but couldn't let myself break that wonderful deep kiss. I shuddered and shook while he continued to pleasure me all the way through another indescribable orgasm, clinging to him, holding him inside me, riding down the hill, coming back to my senses. I didn't want those feelings to stop but slowly I rejoined the living to discover that he was still hard and still inside me. I felt a sudden pang, a super sensitivity and involuntarily pulled away from him. He smiled. When I saw that he was still hard, I acted on an irresistible urge. I plunged down on his cock, sucking it into my mouth for all I was worth. I needed, I really needed to get him off. He maneuvered my hips into a 69 position and I felt those talented lips go to work on me again. I don’t normally enjoy tasting my own juices but right there, I loved the taste. His cock is quite a bit smaller than Rick’s so I could do more things with it. My pussy was feeling a little overused but I couldn't pull it away from Ned so I attacked his cock with a vengeance. Hearing and feeling him groan against my pussy egged me on and I sucked and threw my head all around, giving him maximum stimulation. His cock was throbbing, my hands on his balls seemed to make things better. Finally, he groaned, bucked and filled my waiting mouth with wonderful tasting man sauce. Sucking and swallowing as fast as I could, I gave him as much as I could. I’m fascinated by the shrinking of a cock as it withdraws from a guy’s ejaculation. I kept him in my mouth until it was soft and supple. Finally, when I released him he moved up to kiss me, sharing the last of his cum with him. We lay there, kissing and fondling for quite some time, enjoying the after glow. Looking up, I saw Rick standing there with his arms around a little red-head. “Damn, Carol. You were hot hot hot.” I nodded, restraining myself from telling him that I was going to run away with Ned. I smiled at the thought. Ned and I got up so that Rick and his redhead could take our place. Ned and I went over to the buffet table to get a soft drink. Bess, Ned’s wife, walked up to us and gave us a hug. “You two put on quite a show.” I answered: “You have quite a guy here. OK if I steal him once in a while?” “Sure.” She answered. “I wouldn’t mind getting a shot at your guy too.” Ned added: “Hey. We ’re having a few people over for a film shoot at our place on Wednesday. Would you guys mind getting filmed?” I raised my eyebrows. “Just for personal use. We don’t sell them ever.” We got some food and sat down to talk with them and some others who gathered. After we ate I got to do a guy named Karl. But that’s another story.

It was their twenty-eighth anniversary, and the first time they’d been out together dancing in so many years that neither remembered the last time. Not that they led a boring life or anything...they just hadn’t danced. The lessons were really weird at first, a bunch of losers trying to impress each other. Mike and Jan almost quit the first night, but their voyeuristic curiosity made them stay to watch the weirdos. Stan became their favorite. What a real geek! Thirty-something with the maturity of a middle-schooler. He probably hadn’t had a date in his life, but now, Dance Fever here he comes. Jan actually felt sorry for him (the truth is Mike dared her to do it) and danced with Stan on some of the couples dances. Now he’s sure that Jan loves him secretly as much as he loves her! Jim and Laura were their favorite couple. Although they didn’t need anyone else to admire them! Their closest friend was the large mirror on the north wall of the room. But turns out there were also plenty of really nice couples that were there to enjoy each other, the music, and maybe get a little exercise. After four months of lessons, Mike and Jan were back to the dancing finesse of their early dating years. And, had selected their anniversary as a time to enjoy the moment. The restaurant had been a little costly with only average cuisine. But the club room was magnificent and the band exceptionally good. The couple had the complimentary champagne, along with more attention to their anniversary than Mike would have liked, then went out on the floor for the first romantic slow dance. Three dances, of various types, and they returned to their secluded table and exchanged leftover, stale bubbly for real drinks. The room had darkened some while they’d been on the dance floor and the privacy allowed a very passionate kiss between the two lovers. "I love you so much!" Mike looked deeply into Jan’s eyes as he spoke. "I love you more!" Jan smiled as she started the 'who loves who more' duel that they had so often played. "But I REALLY love that!" Jan’s playful smile slowly turned into a passionate one as she felt Mike’s hands run up under her skirt towards her crotch. It was fairly dark now and would have been impossible for anyone to see what hands were doing under the table. "And I REALLY love doing it," Mike whispered as he continued to caress his beautiful wife’s thighs. Before composing himself, he slid one finger under the elastic of Jan’s thong panties to confirm her state of arousal by the wetness of her vagina. "And I REALLY love this," as Mike spoke he licked the wetness from his finger as he moved his glass to his mouth. Nobody could possibly know what was going on but the two lovers, and this made the moment even more special. They danced so many dances that they lost track of time. Lost in their own world, they were almost startled by the interruption, "May I ask for the next dance?" Standing by their table was a man about ten years younger than Mike and Jan. He was about Mike’s height and weight but very different in every other way. He had black hair, brown eyes, and a mustache that was very neatly trimmed. And he was dressed very well. Mike, at first, was a little defensive but looking at this man’s friendly smile made him relax a bit. "I’m sorry if I’m out of line, I just couldn’t help notice how well you two dance, and my wife doesn’t like to...anyway, she suggested I ask you. Sorry if I’ve butted in or anything." He turned to walk away when Jan spoke quickly. "No, no, you weren’t out of line, it just caught us off guard." Then, turning her face to Mike, "Do you mind honey?" Mike was still a little unsure but smiled and nodded agreement. The next dance turned out to be a little on the fast side, and Mike noticed that the guy was pretty good. Mike also noticed that the guy’s eyes kept going to a particular table with a very attractive young lady, who was sitting alone, watching the dancing couples every move and smiling. When the dance ended they returned to Mike’s table. "Honey, this is Joe. Joe, this is my husband, Mike." Mike stood and reached across the table to shake hands with Joe. "Glad to meet you Mike, and thanks for sharing your wonderful wife with me!" Joe said. Joe’s manner won Mike, and Mike replied warmly, "You too, and yes, she is wonderful. Doesn’t your date dance?" "No, she’s not my date,” Joe laughed, “she’s my wife, and no, she doesn’t like to dance either. We’ve been married for twelve years, and that’s the only real incompatibility we’ve got. But she lets me dance with others on occasion." "Well, I certainly enjoyed helping out," Jan said as she gave Joe a little hug and then moved the chair to sit back down. Joe helped with the chair, excused himself after once again thanking Jan for the dance, and went back to his table. "Nice looking fellow,” Mike spoke with a mock tone of jealousy. "Yeah, and a pretty good dancer too." Jan’s tone showed Mike that she was enjoying the situation, but who wouldn’t enjoy the attention of a younger man, who happened to be about the best looking man in the crowded building except for her husband. Mike and Jan danced several more dances and enjoyed each other's bodies under the table between dances. Joe made no further attempts to interrupt, although each time Jan looked at his table, Joe was watching her and Mike dancing. Jan would smile each time she and Joe made eye contact and was actually starting to feel disappointed that he’d not asked her for another dance. Mike finally noticed this and said, "Hey, why don’t you go ask him?” "I couldn’t!” Jan replied. “If he wants to dance again, he’d ask." "Maybe, he doesn’t want to interfere in our evening, and he thinks we want to be alone,” Mike replied. Mike had a point. Joe had seemed like a very considerate fellow, and maybe he didn’t want to be intrusive. "Yeah, maybe so?" Jan was looking towards Joe’s table as she spoke. At the same moment, Joe had glanced at her table, and Jan took the opportunity to signal him. Swirling her finger in the air, mimicking dancing circles. Joe smiled broadly, leaned over to his wife apparently getting permission, then quickly walked towards Mike and Jan’s table. The band started playing a fast song as he walked and Jan got up and met him on the dance floor. This time Mike was much more comfortable watching the two dance. The song lasted a long time, and it gave Mike time to explore his imagination. He looked over at the table with Joe’s wife sitting alone. She was really attractive and pretty young. She was intently watching Joe and Jan dancing and oblivious to the rest of the world. Mike imagined what it might be like to make love to her, while Joe and Jan made love beside them. Then Mike moved his head to again watch his wife and Joe dance. His fantasy had lasted longer than he realized for now they were slow dancing. He’d been in such a deep quick fantasy he’d not noticed the song change. He watched as the two danced closer and closer together. It was starting to really arouse him to see Jan pressing her body into this near stranger. He glanced at Joe’s wife but couldn’t read her reaction, he assumed she too was getting turned on and thinking about a little extra-marital experimentation with Mike. They would dance some more, then the four would leave together. Joe and his wife would invite Mike and Jan to their house, where their custom is NO CLOTHING at home. The four naked people would then get into Joe’s hot tub. Of course, Jan would sit by Joe and his wife would naturally sit by Mike. "Are you OK?" Jan’s voice broke Mike’s trance. "Oh sure, yeah sure, I’m all right. Just thinking of something,” Mike quickly said. Jan sat down and reached under the table and ran her hand up Mike’s leg to the bulge. "Well, I’ll bet I know which gutter your thoughts were in," she smiled wickedly as she pinched his dick through his pants. Jan then asked Mike if he’d like to dance just as a slow dance started. They moved to the dance floor, cautiously concealing Mike’s erection and then molded together utilizing the erection for mutual pleasure. After this dance, Mike suggested they have another drink to 'mitigate the tension' before continuing with fast dancing. After another drink, and many more dances, Joe was but forgotten, and Mike and Jan were having a wonderful time. "This will be the last set," the bandleader told the crowd just as they started playing a favorite dance song of Mike and Jan's. While they were dancing, they noticed that Joe and his wife were also on the floor. "I guess she’s had enough liquid confidence to give it a try," Mike whispered in Jan’s ear. "Yeah, guess so. And you know? She’s not that bad," Jan commented as she, sort of jealously, watched Joe and his wife. "Would you like to dance one more with him?" Mike looked seriously at Jan then continued. "It’s fine, and it looks like his wife is very uncomfortable on the floor and might appreciate it." "Well, yeah, I’d like to, but let’s make sure she isn’t going to," Jan replied. "Ok, let’s go back to the table to let him know you’re available. But the last dances are mine!" Mike smiled. "Absolutely sweety! I always save the best for last!" Jan smiled back at him. Jan and Mike went back towards their table, but before sitting down, Jan whispered that she needed to go to the ladies room. Mike said, he too, could use a quick intermission. As Jan headed towards the hall that led to the restroom, Mike headed quickly out the front door to the car in the parking lot. "Where exactly is the men’s room?" Jan asked with a curious look on her face when Mike finally returned. "Outside. Can you believe a classy place like this doesn’t have indoor men’s rooms?" Mike grinned broadly, and with that, Jan knew he was up to something. The band started to get ready for the last set. The lights in the club were reduced even more than they had previously been. Mike leaned across the table towards Jan, who also leaned in for a long kiss over the table. Jan could feel Mike’s hands under the table, and her skirt, and it felt wonderful. She could feel his hand working its way privately up until it was holding the elastic of her now fairly wet panties and then pulling them aside, exposing her vagina. Then she felt as his other hand moved a finger into her. She moaned through their kiss at the wonderful feeling of slight penetration. Then, without warning, and without time to protest, she felt the egg-shaped device slip quickly into her wetness. "What! What did you do? You didn’t?!" Jan felt the device jump to life within her. "You did!" Jan at first felt a bit of anger, then that tell-tale smile replaced the frown. The feeling stopped as suddenly as it had started because Mike had only clicked the remote on and off once. Before any explanation, concern, or argument could start, Joe was standing by the table asking for one last dance before leaving the anniversary couple alone for the rest of the evening. Mike smiled broadly and accepted for Jan who wasn’t quite able to talk yet. The band started a very slow song as Mike watched Joe and Jan go to the floor. They danced a little closer even than before. Joe’s wife was watching closely, she was also obviously aware of their extra closeness. About halfway through the dance, Jan’s knees seemed to give way, but Joe caught her. "Are you ok?' Joe asked with what appeared to be sincere concern. "Yeah, sure, just tired knees I guess," Jan rather unconvincingly offered. Jan looked towards Mike and grinned her apparent approval. Mike now waited a minute until the couple was once again relaxed. This time, with the rheostat on the slowest setting, he again switched the remote on. Jan looked at Mike again and nodded approval. Then she leaned even closer to Joe. Mike worked the remote in unison with the couple’s dancing and in tune with Jan’s eye signals. When the dance ended Joe brought Jan back to her table, thanked both Mike and Jan for allowing him to share her, then left. "You know, he never knew I was having an orgasm," Jan looked at Mike with the cutest wicked smile he’d ever seen from her. "I’m glad it was good!” Mike said. “I was really apprehensive when I got the idea, but I’m glad it worked well." The couple again kissed across the table, and Jan felt the now-familiar vibration start again. "Hey buster!” she exclaimed. “Enough now! Let’s get out of here and find a place where we can let loose and yell and buck and holler, and...; well, let’s get going!"