The Stadium Club III

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The Stadium Club III

Amy smiled, first-timers were fun to watch. Jeff and Trisa were acting like a 16 year old couple silently negotiating the first kiss. First she moves close, he slyly puts his arm around her shoulders in the dark theater. But she shrugs her shoulders and moves away. Later all the lights will be off in front of her house, with the date ending..... will it finally happen.......often not.

She hasn't learned to just say “kiss me”.

The Jeff and Trisa England were well past the first kiss but, “excuse me honey I'm going to get laid” is even more difficult to say than “kiss me”.

Especially the first time...............

The other couples continued to arrive in the Dug Out Bar and the women filtered in and out for last minute preparations in the powder room. Hair was brushed in long strokes and lipstick just a little brighter than their normal shade was carefully applied. New bras with matching panties were adjusted to offer up their breasts and to frame their womanly bottoms.

While the husbands were waiting for the final preparations to be completed a subtle change was taking place in the bar. More and more husbands were sitting alone with only one glass on the table. This was a sure sign that the male to female mix on the dance floor was balancing. The show was beginning and the selections were being considered.

Trisa could see the change.....and it excited her.....

How do I say” it “ she wondered......the fantasy left this part out........

Jeff watched her closely, had she changed her mind...that would be OK wouldn't it?

They could leave now and escape with a close call, a near miss that would land safely back in their bed. The fantasy would be enhanced and Trisa would still be safe from the eyes of the men on the dance floor.

“Would you like another glass of wine” he asked hopefully....

“Uh.....no.....not right now.....”

She fidgeted on the high stool sensing Jeff's nervousness, she feared the opportunity was slipping away. Only one way to make sure that didn't happen.... she had to say it.

“Uh ….hmmmm...I guess I should go........the dance floor is open....you know how much I love to dance...”

She whispered in his ear. “I'll just go dance for a while....... it will be OK........ its what the fantasy is about.......we both love the fantasy”

“Have another glass of wine first ”

Instead she slid off the stool stopping my pulse. She was going to go.......she was going to live out the fantasy.

God this is scary she though......... not at all like the fantasy........the fantasy always started with her on her knees, his cock hard and pounding her vagina. He always had her hair pulled back arching her back..........his dick always felt so good........... Her orgasm always came an instant later. The fantasy was over as her belly calmed, the waves of orgasm receding. She didn't know how the fantasy started or how it ended, she just knew the middle part, the part where she got fucked...............hard.

“I'll just go dance for a while....... “ she said again her voice dreamy

“I Love you so much..........thank you” And with a pirouette on her heel she was gone.......... I'll just dance for a while she had said...

But this was not a dance club, sure there was dance floor, but this place was not about dancing. This was a place was for married women to meet men and take them to a dark private room. The men came here not to dance but to seduce the willing wives that were briefly separated from their husbands.

For the lucky male dancers “The Field” dance floor offered a room full of willing wives, excited and ready. The wives were here for many reasons because as any wife knows a man with a throbbing dick is very versatile indeed.

Some cocks would be used to help them act out an elaborate role play with their husbands. Some would administer a dose of intercourse that her husband could not provide. After all an orgasm from oral sex or the always present vibrator was nice, but it is not a replacement for the deep penetration of an erect male. A few were here to get pregnant, to receive the life giving fluid produced by virile men at he moment of perfection. Their husbands unable to extend the family gene pool brought them here to receive the elixir of life delivered by a warm hard cock. Their husbands patiently waiting as young wives became mothers.

Surely my watch is broken, the seconds seem to pass, but they were failing to turn into minutes according to the normal rhythm.

Using will power alone I waited...

While the reasons the wives were here were many, the game always played out the same way. The wife, sometimes bold and sometimes blushing selected a partner and lead them to a place away from her husband. A place where sex could be comfortable. For some couples their time together was brief and intense, while other couples were more relaxed, taking plenty of time to complete the experience. In either case the husbands would wait, with their nerves on edge, in the “Locker Room Bar”.

Trisa was here to get laid, to have her womanhood, possessed and then filled. She longed to take a dripping wet package back to the loving arms of her husband and then be filled again. She intended to make it happen tonight, no more pretending. This was for real and she intended to have a good time.

Time passed so slowly that Amy's return was a welcome distraction.

“Is Trisa finished with her glass” she asked all too innocently.

“No... she is dancing, but she will be back after a few dances.... I think”

Oh God Amy thought, they really do think with the little head, the one with no ears. Did he not hear me say they would be rejoined in the “Locker Room Bar”.

“Honey, she can't come back here, remember.......I told you that I would take you to the Locker Room later to rejoin her” her voice was sweet but firm .......

My hands trembled, Trisa had done it and there would be no further discussion, no more whispering, the talk was over, she was gone and I couldn't do anything about it......

“So....... would you like another beer… or something stronger”

I struggled to understand how Amy could be so calm at time like this............didn't she understand? Trisa was dancing in the arms of another guy right now....yes I needed a drink.....

“Yes, whiskey straight up and a beer“ he said with a shaky voice....

Tick...Tick.. it made the right sounds but my watch refused to acknowledge the advancement of time.

She danced and she flirted................then.....

Trisa wanted to see Jeff again...now....not later.. right now. She knew the rules but chicks with and ass like hers could bend the rules...especially if they were enforced by men....fuck the rules she thought.

Trisa knew how to make the fantasy happen, just smile and blush, and nature would take it's normal course. She would do it, but Jeff was going to help.

The doorman saw her coming as he looked up from the computer screen, Ten first-timers he had noted as he scanned the guest totals. The guys that liked newbies would have a great time tonight.

“I need to go to the bathroom” she said in her most urgent version of the little girl lost act.

“Restrooms are in the back by the bar” he said in a bored voice......

She never flinched, never blinked an eye......

“This is embarrassing but I left my diaphragm case in the restroom.........”

“Lost and found is by the front desk, go there later”

“Uh....uh.....mmmm it has my spermicide foam in it, I need it now............please..”

God, they make enough babies in here on purpose he thought........”go head”.......some poor guy was going to get a foamy on tonight......oh well, that was better than no pussy at all. God she has a nice ass he said to no one in particular as she walked away.

Amy saw Trisa the moment she stepped in the bar ...that little minx she thought, how did she pull this off? I'll give her a second and then run her off........no need to make a scene. In the meantime a call was in order.

“Hey dummy, did you let the little brown haired girl out.............”

“Well hello, it's the lovely Amy” he said into the handset

“... yea...why.........”

“Shes in here with my flock of husbands........I don't need the drama”

“Sorry.....you'll just have to deal with it”

Click......... I'll deal with him when I get him home she promised herself.

“Trisa knew just how to announce her presence.

“What the hell.......” he jumped when Trisa kissed him behind the ear.

“What are you doing here............. I though you were dancing”

“I have a question...........” she said in her softest voice

As they walked to the alcove she was practicality floating, this was perfect. How could he say no, he couldn't say no...... she knew he couldn't say no. But she wanted more than that, Trisa wanted him to help. She wanted him to do more than just bring her here, more that just patiently wait for her to experience the realities of their fantasy. She needed him feel that he was part of fantasy, to assist her in the final preparations. If he wanted to make love when she was creamy he was going to have to work for it.

Trisa was so aroused that she could feel quivers deep in her womanhood, deep in the place where orgasms ended, the place where the last little waves settled. She was wet, and her erect clit was out from behind it's little protective hood. She needed to be licked, just for a minute, just long enough too take the edge off of her arousal. Maybe he will do it she thought, maybe he will just kiss it for a minute............Oh god........she had needs.

The walk to the dark alcove was surreal, why was I doing this I asked myself. Could living out the fantasy worth this...this much emotional torment. How could I know... We were launching ourselves into the unknown. I was taking my wife into the dark corner of a bar to watch her take off her panties. Would she really do it............

Trisa leaned back against the wall and I kissed her, I kissed her lips and smeared her lipstick. I didn't care, she was beautiful and she was mine. She raised one high heeled foot and lost her balance swaying dangerously.

“Your going to have to help.......help me take off my panties”

Oh god please let him kiss it...please, just once she pleaded silently.

As I knelled I could smell her arousal, the rich scent made me want her. Her arousal made my penis throb, I wanted her, I needed her right then. I needed to be in her pussy, buried deep. I needed her kisses on my neck as I fucked her. I needed to hear the fantasy eagerly whispered in my ear as I finished with a hard thrust. I needed to make love to my wife.

I pushed the front of her dress up to her belly button, her dampness had soaked the white material and I could just make out her delicate lips in the darkness. I wanted to kiss her womanhood, I needed to feel the softness on my lips. I slid my hands up past her thighs and to her wonderful bottom and then around to the side of her lacy panties. I leaned in close as I tugged the delicate material down. Her panties stretched over her hips and smoothly slid down her thighs. She picked up her heel as she steadied herself with her hands on my head. God just kiss it she thought....

I leaned forward like a catcher waiting on a fastball. I could almost feel the delicate flesh on my taste buds when Trisa gently gripped my head keeping her pussy just out of my reach.

“Not now” ......no I can't let him spoil it...” not now.”

I died as small death I could see it and smell it but she stopped me ..........

“Help me........my other foot......” and then her panties were off, the dance was complete. Silently her dress fell back into place over her perfect hips.

“See you in a little while” she said as she ducked under my arms quickly escaping my grasp.

Amy wagged her finger and smiled when she passed by Trisa.

“Bad Girl” she silently mouthed....

Jeff had returned to his feet by the time Amy made her way to him. The sight shocked her, she stood spell bound for a full five seconds looking at the white panties dangling from his hand, bright white in the darkened alcove.

“Oh My Goodness...” was all that would come out of her mouth...

Amy's eyes moved back and forth between his hand and face. Her startled expression was genuine. Amy had seen a lot in her time here at the bar. She had been tending her flock of husbands for many seasons........but she had never this. She couldn't believe it, that little minx came back and persuaded the hubby to help her take off her panties. God that is cruel....a cruel twist of the knife.

“Come with me and sit...I'll get you another whiskey”

End Chapter 3

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This!

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Damn...This is a great story...It has been awhile since I read something this hot....

Write faster!!!!

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I keep rereading this series and it is even hotter the second and third time through.....The making of a best seller!

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