A Gentleman's Tastes Pt. 06 - Sex Stories

A Gentleman's Tastes Pt. 06

... music, clearly ready to get out on the dance floor and show off her long legs. Paulo and Luiz wore tight shirts that accentuated their muscular bodies.

Terrance was the tallest. I pegged him as the goalkeeper. He was taller even than John with dark skin and green eyes. He wore a looser aloha shirt that was half open to his six-pack. I noticed the server lingered on him and chatted a moment.

Next she gave Doug and Casey their drinks. They were closer to my height. Casey was the sole blond. He flirted with the server. She played along but kept moving. Doug was stockier. He was the only one wearing shorts to show off his strong thighs. He was with the other girl, Nola who was very petite with dark skin. She wore booty shorts and a crop top that just covered the tops of her breasts. She gestured a lot as she talked and her arms always seemed in danger of exposing her nipples. Somehow, it never did. Although, I did catch Doug cup her breast once in a quick move that seemed both protective and territorial.

As her introduction of me, she said, "This is our little gentleman, and that is Kelly, his wife, out there dancing with John."

All eyes turned to the couple out on the dance floor, who were deeply kissing again. Suddenly, Kelly lifted her head back and if one knew what to look for, they could see John's hand in the high slit of her dress, as she ground her hips against his hand.

Marisol raised her eyebrows and looked pointedly at me. The men kept their eyes on ...

... Kelly and John, hoping perhaps to see a little more. Nola just laughed and whispered into Doug's ear. He grinned and then leaned over and nipped her neck, making her yelp and gently slap his shoulder. He ran his hand up and down the inside of her legs.

Marisol said, over the music, "You have a lovely wife."

I said, "I'm a lucky man."

She smiled broadly and looked at Lena, "Seems John is a lucky man."

Lena said, "Boys and their toys, right?"

Marisol nodded and nudged Paulo. "I want to dance," she said.

They went out together. Doug and Nola soon followed. The remaining men were content to stay on the sidelines and watch. After introductions, they didn't make eye contact with me. They were content to watch the women dance. They, stole glances at Lena, sensing she was out of their league, but also admiring her casual acceptance of her husband's public flirtation with my wife. I was content to stay at Lena's side. I took care of her drinks and even added her clutch to my wife's that I held. Occasionally, Lena would drop her hand below the table and tap her nails over my cage, constantly reminding me of my place and my commitment.

I was scared, frankly. My wife had been held out as a kind of prize for these men. She was like a trophy that each would get to hold and touch. Neither Lena nor John had said as much but the implication was there. Meeting the team, being open to John's every touch. Lena's casual acceptance and especially her emphasis that she was my wife ...