One Last Dance - Sex Stories

One Last Dance

... denying each other's desires, and always ready to satisfy an urgent need. Our children all understand what a closed door to our room means, so we are available to each other anytime, anywhere.

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So here is where my story begins…

We had been to several events at the Country Club and used the facilities for our workouts, golf, tennis, and swimming now that the pool was opening soon.

We met several of our neighbors and attended several family parties in the neighborhood. The kids had quickly made friends, so life was good.

As I said earlier, we joined the ballroom dance group at the Club. We have been ballroom dancing most of our married life and truly enjoy it. It is a great social event, and I love holding my wife and spinning her around the dance floor.

Beth is a far more graceful dancer than I am, so I am her setup guy and guide, helping her highlight her skills as we dance. Additionally, Beth is a stunning woman dressed to the nines in an exquisite ball gown fitted to her sleek body, showing off every curve, beautiful breasts, and firm bottom. She never fails to turn heads when she enters the room or on the dance floor.

Our years of experience put us in the top several dance couples at the Club, so we attracted much attention, especially Beth, surrounded by men and women. The men wanted to dance and hold her. The women wanted lessons.

After some persuasion, Beth agreed to hold lesson sessions for the women once a week for a ...

... few months. The women would have to dance with each other or me if I could be there. Most of the other men had important jobs or traveled each week.

After five months, we had become mainstream. I had my weekly golf foursome set and joined a group of eight tennis players about my speed. The kids are like rubber balls and adjust quickly.

It was Thursday; Beth had a dance class earlier and had gone to yoga afterward. She came home from her yoga class hot and sweaty, just like I like her. Beth walked into my office humming and pulled me out of my chair. She moved me into a dance position, and we spun around the room to her humming. It was fun, but I knew something was up, as this only happens when Beth wants something or is happy. Either way, I would be asked to agree or have to do something.

Our twirl ended with Beth holding me in her arms, pressing her sweaty body against me, pushing me back against my desk, and kissing me hard with lots of tongue.

Wow, I knew then that this was a big request!

Beth broke the kiss. She looked into my eyes and asked. "Troy, there is a dance competition in Washington in a month, and I want to compete there. It will be fun. I don't expect to win, but it will be an experience I have never had."

As I heard her request, I noticed no 'WE' in her words, only 'I.' She continued, struggling with this part.

"Travis Taylor has asked me to be his partner for the competition." Her voice weakened as she ended.

There was a profound ...