One Last Dance - Sex Stories

One Last Dance

... But after class, we danced to Frank Sinatra, not in ballroom style, but as a couple.

I had become comfortable in Travis's arms, and when he pulled me tight against him, I thought nothing of it. The dance went on, and another song came on. I was so comfortable in his arms that I laid my head against his hard chest. I was almost in a dream state when he whispered, "Beth, look up at me."

I raised my head and looked into his eyes. A strange feeling came over me, and my body started to tingle. Then suddenly, Travis kissed me. It felt good, so I kissed him back. His tongue pressed into my mouth, and his hand held my head, pressing our lips together.

A sudden sense of dread came over me, and I pushed Travis away, yelling at him, "No, Travis, why did you do that?"

I ran from the room, passing Susan on the way out. She asked, “Beth, are you OK?”

I didn't answer her and came home as fast as I could. I felt dirty, so I took a hot shower, scrubbed my body, and sobbed, thinking about what I had done. I had almost committed a marriage sin, or maybe I already had by just kissing Travis.

Then I thought about what Travis had asked me earlier. He wanted me to be his partner in a dance competition in Washington. We would go alone. I love competing, but my partner has always been Troy. I wondered what it would be like being with another man. Then I thought about that question, "What would it be like with another man"? What did it refer to, dancing or something else?

Oh ...

... God, what was I doing? I was like a schoolgirl, letting the quarterback seduce me.

I had to come clean with Troy about the kiss.

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I knew the kids would be home at about five.

Since I played the video for Beth, we had not spoken or been in the same room together for a few seconds. I knew we had to put this behind us, or the kids would pick up on it immediately.

"Elizabeth Anne, come here; we must discuss this before the kids get home." I never called her that, so I knew it would get her attention.

Beth came out from hiding, looking shocked and a beaten woman. "Why did you call me that?"

"I wanted to get your attention, that's why!"

We looked at each other and tried to talk simultaneously.

"Sorry,"

"Sorry, you go first, Beth."

"Troy, I am so sorry. What you saw is not easy to explain, but let me try. You are right, Travis is a great dancer, and I love dancing with him. He has been coming to the classes each week, but I never thought anything of it. I thought he was just there to help. Then, Travis asked me about attending the competition, and I was flattered. After the class, we danced as we had done other times, but this time was different. I didn't notice until I felt Travis pressing against me, and I felt him getting hard. Then he whispered for me to look up at him. I did, and he kissed me. I thought I was in a dream and kissed him back, not thinking at all. Then, suddenly, what I had just done hit me like a sledgehammer. I ...