Joan #9 we go to Chicago - Sex Stories

Joan #9 we go to Chicago

... slid of off the barstool so that her dress rose nearly up to her waist. Everyone could see she wasn't wearing panties. Joan pulled down her dress in a fake modest gesture. Her face was bright red as if she were embarrassed. I knew it was because she was getting aroused. We danced with Joan clinging to me and rubbing her breasts on my chest. After our dance I excused myself to the bartender and Joan, saying I needed to make a phone call from our room. Actually what I did was go around the lobby and into the bar from a different door. I found a table in a dark secluded corner and that had a great view of Joan on the barstool. After a few minutes I saw Joan gesturing to the bartender. She sent a drink to a handsome young man sitting by himself further down the bar. When he got it, the bartender nodded towards Joan. He looked at Joan with a smile on his face and raised his glass in acknowledgement. Joan patted the empty barstool where I had been sitting in an invitation for him to join her. He got up, moved to the barstool and introduced himself to Joan. Joan went into full flirt mode, twirling her hair, wetting her lips, touching her neck and leaning toward him and putting her hand on his leg. She crossed her legs so that her dress rose dangerously near her mound, then leaned back and thrust her breasts out. He led her toward the dance floor, a soft romantic song was playing and Joan melted into his arms. While they danced he was murmuring in her ear and running his hands up ...

... and down her back, briefly touching below her waist. When the dance was over they returned to the bar and moved their barstools so that their knees were touching. Joan leaned into him and was whispering in his ear and gently touching him. They got up for another romantic dance and Joan put her arms around his neck and her head on his shoulder. They both seemed to sigh with contentment and flush with arousal. Joan put her leg between his and brushed it against his cock. He glowed with happiness and horniness. They finished the song with a passionate kiss. While they were dancing I got up and went back to my stool at the bar. When they got back I said, "Joan, sorry I was gone so long." Joan giggled and introduced us. "Sean, this is my husband Dick, Dick this is Sean." This was a ploy that Joan and I had used before. Sean said, "Maybe I should excuse myself. I've clearly misunderstood something." I said, "Nonsense, stick around. Joan obviously likes you." The sexual tension was rising and I thought I could smell Joan's arousal. Sean said, "I don't understand. I was having a romantic evening with your wife and you're OK with that?" Joan pulled Sean to her and whispered, "I'd like to have wild passionate sex with you and Dick likes to watch and sometimes join in. Are you," giggle, "up for that?" Then she brushed her leg along his cock and her bare cunt was showing. I chimed in, "We could all have a lot of fun tonight." Joan hooked her leg behind his and pulled him to her, then she ...