26-06-2020, 06:29 PM
For a while nothing happened. But as the evening wore on, more couples trickled in, each couple choosing wristbands of one or the other colour. They came in all ages, shapes, sizes and colours. Many sat down but a few couples danced. Not surprisingly, the club played romantic or slow lounge-type music.
Another hour passed. The club became more crowded. The dance floor gradually filled up.
Aarti and Nagesh continued to watch. Couples wearing red wristbands were left alone.
"Oh look, Nagesh," Aarti whispered. "Over there to the left."
They saw an exchange of pleasantries between two couples. They wore wedding rings and green wristbands. After seeing the women nod in agreement, the two couples appeared to make a switch. The men slipped their hands under the women's blouses. It was obvious what they were doing.
"It's making me hot," Nagesh whispered. "Let's go dance and do some groping ourselves!" With that he took Aarti's hand and led her to the dance floor.
Aarti almost went into a ballroom dance hold position but Nagesh put a quick end to the gesture. He wrapped his arms around his wife and pulled her tightly against his body. He nuzzled her neck.
"Nagesh," she protested, "people are watching!"
"No kidding," he replied. "What do you expect when we're in a place like this. And," he added, "I've got the sexiest woman in the place in my arms."
Aarti put her arms around her man's neck and laid her head on his shoulder. "Flattery will get everywhere, hon." She relaxed. She put her lips to his ear. "I'm getting hot too," she confessed to enjoying the comfort and safety of her husband's embrace.
A mischievous thought struck Aarti. She pressed her pelvis against him, then squirmed in his arms for good measure.
Nagesh pressed his pelvis against hers. He was getting a hard-on. "Aarti, you are such a luscious little tease."
They kissed passionately. A tremor of excitement coursed through Aarti's body as Nagesh allowed his hands to travel slowly down his wife's back, while nuzzling and nipping her neck and ears. She loved his masculine aroma and the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her. Her pussy moistened. Briefly, they forgot with their surroundings.
Another hour passed. The club became more crowded. The dance floor gradually filled up.
Aarti and Nagesh continued to watch. Couples wearing red wristbands were left alone.
"Oh look, Nagesh," Aarti whispered. "Over there to the left."
They saw an exchange of pleasantries between two couples. They wore wedding rings and green wristbands. After seeing the women nod in agreement, the two couples appeared to make a switch. The men slipped their hands under the women's blouses. It was obvious what they were doing.
"It's making me hot," Nagesh whispered. "Let's go dance and do some groping ourselves!" With that he took Aarti's hand and led her to the dance floor.
Aarti almost went into a ballroom dance hold position but Nagesh put a quick end to the gesture. He wrapped his arms around his wife and pulled her tightly against his body. He nuzzled her neck.
"Nagesh," she protested, "people are watching!"
"No kidding," he replied. "What do you expect when we're in a place like this. And," he added, "I've got the sexiest woman in the place in my arms."
Aarti put her arms around her man's neck and laid her head on his shoulder. "Flattery will get everywhere, hon." She relaxed. She put her lips to his ear. "I'm getting hot too," she confessed to enjoying the comfort and safety of her husband's embrace.
A mischievous thought struck Aarti. She pressed her pelvis against him, then squirmed in his arms for good measure.
Nagesh pressed his pelvis against hers. He was getting a hard-on. "Aarti, you are such a luscious little tease."
They kissed passionately. A tremor of excitement coursed through Aarti's body as Nagesh allowed his hands to travel slowly down his wife's back, while nuzzling and nipping her neck and ears. She loved his masculine aroma and the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her. Her pussy moistened. Briefly, they forgot with their surroundings.