28-06-2022, 01:07 PM
About ten minutes passed and we noticed a lot of guys getting up from their tables and going to the railing on the side which overlooked the dance pit. Mark wondered out aloud why all these men were standing there looking into the pit. The bartender overheard him and said, apparently there's a hammered chick getting felt up really nicely by a couple of guys, and everyone's hoping to get a look at her boobs if she flashes them. Obviously, Mark and I immediately got up and headed to the railing too. We had to push and jostle a bit to get to a spot where we had a good view of it.
"Where's the action at?" Mark said aloud to no one in particular.
"There. The back corner. See that chick in the short skirt wiggling her ass?" someone answered. I craned my neck to see, but I still couldn't get a good view of the portion of the dance pit he mentioned.
"Oh yeah, I see her. Damn. Look at her move. What is she though?" Mark said.
"What is she? A hot horny drunk chick, that's what she is." the same guy answered.
"No I mean...ethnically... the dude with his hands all over her is Mexican. But she doesn't quite look Mexican. She looks kinda....Indian. His kinda Indian." Mark said pointing at me. "Hey Ajit, come over and see if this woman is one of your people, will ya?"
I pushed through a few men and came next to where Mark was standing. I then followed his gaze. And I almost exclaimed out in shock. Not only was the woman Indian, she was my wife! Dancing with her was a hispanic looking guy that was not Ramon. And he had his hands on the back of her skirt, very visibly grabbing and fondling her ass. She had her hands on his shoulder and was shaking her ass to the music. A few feet away from her, I saw Kristen dancing with a black guy, but they weren't being as amorous as Priya and her partner.
"Well, is she Indian?" Mark asked, poking me in the ribs.
"Yeah, yeah she is." I said, thankful that Mark had not yet met my wife or I'd have to answer some really embarrassing questions.
"Holy shit! He is lifting her skirt! Woohoo! Butcheeks!" some guy around her said, and everyone whooped and cheered. Sure enough, the guy had lifted the back of her skirt and held it above her waist. Priya was wearing a thong underneath so almost all of her ass was on display. She seemed to have noticed it and stretched her hand back to pull her skirt down. But either she was too drunk, or was doing it half-heartedly or both. After a few futile attempts to pull her skirt back down, Priya gave up and kept dancing, letting half the bar see her ass.
A few of the guys around her let out a wolf whistle and cheered. Priya turned around and smiled at them. Maybe she felt a little embarrassed, so she turned around, taking her ass out of public view, and starting grinding it against the crotch of her dancing partner. But the way she smiled and moved, I was sure she was really drunk. The guy moved his hands to the front and started massaging her boobs through the tank-top that she was wearing.
"Damn, I hope she flashes her boobs next." said Mark, a sentiment that seemed pretty universal. Because some guys on the dance floor near her started chanting in unison - show her tits! show her tits! show her tits! Priya smiled and shook her head, as she rested it on her partner's shoulder. He bent his head and started kissing her, very passionately. She put a hand behind his head and started kissing him back hungrily too. And I found myself getting really turned on. So far she had described everything she did in great detail. But now, seeing for myself, the way she was lip-locked with a stranger, felt very erotic. I was worried I might start getting a hard on in public.
"Look at how she is eating his face!" someone around me said. "That women needs a good fucking tonight, and Chico there is gonna give it to her."
After a long time they broke their kiss and the guys around started applauding and cheering. Her partner then whispered something in Priya's ear, and she closed her eyes and slowly nodded. The guy flashed a big smile at people around him and then his hands went down to the hem of her top. He slowly started pulling the top up as the guys started cheering.
"Booby time!!!" someone around me exclaimed.
"Where's the action at?" Mark said aloud to no one in particular.
"There. The back corner. See that chick in the short skirt wiggling her ass?" someone answered. I craned my neck to see, but I still couldn't get a good view of the portion of the dance pit he mentioned.
"Oh yeah, I see her. Damn. Look at her move. What is she though?" Mark said.
"What is she? A hot horny drunk chick, that's what she is." the same guy answered.
"No I mean...ethnically... the dude with his hands all over her is Mexican. But she doesn't quite look Mexican. She looks kinda....Indian. His kinda Indian." Mark said pointing at me. "Hey Ajit, come over and see if this woman is one of your people, will ya?"
I pushed through a few men and came next to where Mark was standing. I then followed his gaze. And I almost exclaimed out in shock. Not only was the woman Indian, she was my wife! Dancing with her was a hispanic looking guy that was not Ramon. And he had his hands on the back of her skirt, very visibly grabbing and fondling her ass. She had her hands on his shoulder and was shaking her ass to the music. A few feet away from her, I saw Kristen dancing with a black guy, but they weren't being as amorous as Priya and her partner.
"Well, is she Indian?" Mark asked, poking me in the ribs.
"Yeah, yeah she is." I said, thankful that Mark had not yet met my wife or I'd have to answer some really embarrassing questions.
"Holy shit! He is lifting her skirt! Woohoo! Butcheeks!" some guy around her said, and everyone whooped and cheered. Sure enough, the guy had lifted the back of her skirt and held it above her waist. Priya was wearing a thong underneath so almost all of her ass was on display. She seemed to have noticed it and stretched her hand back to pull her skirt down. But either she was too drunk, or was doing it half-heartedly or both. After a few futile attempts to pull her skirt back down, Priya gave up and kept dancing, letting half the bar see her ass.
A few of the guys around her let out a wolf whistle and cheered. Priya turned around and smiled at them. Maybe she felt a little embarrassed, so she turned around, taking her ass out of public view, and starting grinding it against the crotch of her dancing partner. But the way she smiled and moved, I was sure she was really drunk. The guy moved his hands to the front and started massaging her boobs through the tank-top that she was wearing.
"Damn, I hope she flashes her boobs next." said Mark, a sentiment that seemed pretty universal. Because some guys on the dance floor near her started chanting in unison - show her tits! show her tits! show her tits! Priya smiled and shook her head, as she rested it on her partner's shoulder. He bent his head and started kissing her, very passionately. She put a hand behind his head and started kissing him back hungrily too. And I found myself getting really turned on. So far she had described everything she did in great detail. But now, seeing for myself, the way she was lip-locked with a stranger, felt very erotic. I was worried I might start getting a hard on in public.
"Look at how she is eating his face!" someone around me said. "That women needs a good fucking tonight, and Chico there is gonna give it to her."
After a long time they broke their kiss and the guys around started applauding and cheering. Her partner then whispered something in Priya's ear, and she closed her eyes and slowly nodded. The guy flashed a big smile at people around him and then his hands went down to the hem of her top. He slowly started pulling the top up as the guys started cheering.
"Booby time!!!" someone around me exclaimed.
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