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He's Hiding On The Balcony
Date: 8/27/2015, Categories: Voyeur, Author: flytoomuch, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories
other men’s cocks? Oh god it hurt! But it made his head spin and he felt slightly dizzy. Paul’s small cock swelled and jumped in his pants. Oh god how his wife’s confession turned him on. In the car Carol leaned close and spoke in a low whispers again. Ever the meticulous planner she dictated the script to him one final time. “And remember to leave at least fifteen minutes earlier. Get your self in position before I leave the club.” Carol’s own heart was racing now. It was really happening. Her palms felt itchy. “At the club be sure to sit a bit away from me. I’ll go to the bar and see what happens. Sit close enough to watch, but don’t be too obvious honey.” Paul swallowed nervously. It was all happening so fast. What would it be like? So many uncertainties swirled in his mind. His hands were getting moist. He glanced over in the back seat of the dark car at his wife. They were getting ever closer to their destination in the nightclub district. His wife Carol seemed content and confident as she launched her self into her new identity. _______________________________________________ In the main town of Kuta they knew their destination. The couple had made a tour and done their homework. They had selected one of the biggest and most modern nightclubs as the venue for their scripted charade. It was a club that had a very chic European vibe and was filled to the brim with sexy young tourists every night. Attractive fit and tanned Australians, Russians, Germans and Brits along ... with a smattering of Americans were all milling about looking for the same thing: pussy and cock. On the dance floor the music was pounding to a techno beat. Hot sweaty bodies were grinding into each other in a crazed hormone driven frenzy. To be on the prowl was just expected here—wanting to fuck like a rabbit was the norm. Upon entering the dimly lit nightclub Carol already felt the energy give her a “pick-me-up.” The pounding music beats lifted her spirits. She felt young again. She felt alive and tingly. Carol was excited to see what would happen. She was on the prowl and her juices were flowing. She looked about to collect her bearings. The horny wife and mother of one felt the eyes of several young men feasting on her body. These horny young bulls weren’t exactly subtle. Yes her sexy outfit and toned body was garnering lots of attention. Carol shooed her husband away. Her every fibre tingled in anticipation. Nervously the horny petite thirty-eight year old moved further into the melee of writhing sexy gyrating sweaty humanity. Sidling up to the long dramatically lit bar the attractive wife took a free barstool. Carol took her time assessing the situation. Eventually she ordered a vodka and Red Bull. The bartender was a pretty young woman. It wasn’t long before the now unattached wife was asked to dance. Then she was asked to dance again. It felt great for Carol to hit the floor and move her body. Paul never took her dancing. She really let lose and exploited her many years ...