One Last Dance - Sex Stories

One Last Dance

... How come I cannot see it?

Where did Troy go? I must tell him about the kiss. But he left, so I can't do it now.

"Troy, Troy, where are you?" I called out with no response.

I ran through the house; Troy was not inside. I ran out into the yard and around the house, finally finding him sitting on the front porch, looking out into the distance. I stopped and looked at him before he saw me. He looked sad, just sitting there.

I walked up to him. He continued looking straight ahead, not moving, or acknowledging my presence.

I sat beside him in a separate chair.

"Troy, what is the matter? You are making more of this than it is. I swear that there is nothing between Travis and me. I am yours and yours alone. I love you and only you. How could you think anything could be happening like that?"

Troy took out his iPhone, pressed a few buttons, and handed it to me.

There was a video playing. Two people were dancing like lovers, with the man's hands cupping her bottom and her hands holding him behind his neck. I saw the woman's head was turned to the side and lay against his chest. The camera zoomed in as they slowly turned. The woman's face was turned the other way as they moved smoothly together. I did not see ballroom dancing; it was more personal than that. The woman's hips pressed tight against the man as they spun around again. Her face came into clear view, and there was a slight smile on her lips as the man whispered to her.

"Oh God, No!" I gasped and ...

... dropped the phone on the porch floor as I bolted into the house, and the video continued to play.

“Oh God,” I screamed, running down the hall to the guest room and locking the door,

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I picked up the phone and looked at it. I had seen it a few minutes earlier, so I knew what was showing now. I heard their moans and whispers, so I watched. The man leaned down, whispering something to Beth. Her head pulled back, and she looked up at him. He lowered his hand to her head, pressing his lips on hers. They kissed softly, more urgently, and then the screen went black. The video ended. I sat frozen. What was this?

The text with the video read: "Troy, you are a good man. After Beth's Thursday dance class, I returned to the room to get the jacket I had left. As I approached the room, I heard a Frank Sinatra ballad playing. I peeked inside and saw two people dancing close together. I knew both of them. I was shocked, so I took out my iPhone and recorded this video for you. I couldn't watch when things heated, so I stopped recording and left. Troy, I hope everything works out. You don't deserve this."

I reread the text, then had to wait a while to calm down. I walked into the house looking for Beth. She was nowhere. I walked down to the kids and guest wing. I saw the guest room door was closed. I assumed Beth had locked herself inside. I walked to the door and listened. I heard Beth sobbing. I stood there for a minute, thinking about what I would do. I took ...