One Last Dance - Sex Stories

One Last Dance

... disappointment that overcame me. We had always been partners in any competition we had been in, so why not now?

I stepped back from Beth, letting her go, and looked at her, confused, and sat down. I knew she could see the disappointment on my face. I said nothing. My jaw was tight as I gritted and about her request.

Beth's request was odd, and I thought about her potential partner, Travis Taylor. He is a far better dancer than I. He has professional training and has danced in many competitions, winning several. As a partner, he is hands down the best dancer in our group, male or female. I thought it was an honor for Travis to ask Beth to be his partner.

Then I thought about Travis as a man. I had heard rumors that he was divorced several years ago and was "playing the field." He is a handsome man, about six feet tall and well-built. He is a few years older than us, in his early forties. He is the Vice President of a prominent investment firm and is well-liked around the Club. The word is he was married to a beautiful woman, but he cheated on her one too many times, and it cost him his family of two kids and his wife. That happened several years ago, and he has dated many women since.

As I thought about Travis, I remembered that he has been dancing and talking to Beth quite a bit at the dance events over the past few months. I never thought anything of it until now. I also remember a few weeks ago, out by the pool at the Club, he was lying on a lounger by Beth, ...

... chatting her up as our kids played in the pool. I had been finishing a web project and came over later. The odd thing was when Travis saw me across the pool, and before Beth saw me, he quickly excused himself. When I walked up to Beth, her face was flushed.

Until that minute, I thought nothing of it, but now my interest was suddenly heightened.

I had not responded to Beth. I just sat looking forward and not at her.

"Troy, did you hear me?"

I looked up at her. "Yes, I heard you, Beth." I was a little short with some edge in my voice. "So, when did this come up?"

"Uhhh, last week at the ladies' class. Travis was there, and at the end, asked me if I would be his partner." Beth's voice trailed off.

"Travis was at the women's class. Why? Has he been to many classes?"

"Well, yes, he has been coming, so there are men partners to dance with."

"How many other men have been coming to the classes." I thought I knew the answer, so the ire in my voice rose.

There was a long pause, much longer than it should have been. A very pregnant pause!

I looked up at Beth. She was biting her lip. Ah Ha, Beth's ‘tell,’ she was hiding something. Then she softly said, "None."

"How many classes has Travis been to?" I was getting pissed now, so my voice was stern.

Beth looked away, "I am not sure exactly about the last six or seven." Her voice was sheepish, and she was still chewing her lips.

"Beth, you're telling me that Travis has been to classes regularly, and no ...