Dance of Life

[abhiandpreeti]

I arrive home around midday on a sunny Wednesday afternoon wanting to surprise my wife Preeti. I took the afternoon off because I have been unable to concentrate at work. The reason is simple. My head has been dancing with thoughts of every bit of Preeti's beautiful body.

When people meet her Preeti for the first time, they think that she is a calm person that takes anything that may happen in her stride. This is probably because she is at peace with herself and has nothing to prove. Her deep black eyes and sweet lips have a quiet intensity that mirrors a woman that carefully plans her path and does not easily move off it. She is also a very intelligent woman. Her shoulder length dark brown hair has a slight rebellious curl that enhances her simple beauty.

I think of how I met Preeti five years ago. I was at a party with a friend when I saw her. She had a crowd of friends around her, both men and women. She was the undisputed leader of her set. I moved up to her, guided by an instinct that my life was about to change. Soon we were chatting, and her friends were completely forgotten.

Within a few months we were married.

We love being together, and spend every night in each others' company.

Preeti's old set of friends still gets together occasionally, but now she does not see them often.

Since we were married, Preeti has been the perfect wife. She is outgoing and makes friends easily and is good at running the household.

And she is very good in bed. Her body has a certain music in it that turns sex into a passionate dance. She is a true fantasy lover.

That is why I am going home. Preeti is ovulating.

As I drive in I notice that Jiten's car parked in the carpark. Jiten is her dance partner. On Wednesday mornings, they practice dancing. I smile. It was my idea. Initially Preeti was uncertain about having Jiten alone with her while dancing, and the first few sessions were a little awkward. Recently Preeti has become more comfortable with the practice sessions. I have also noticed that she is more responsive when we make love on Wednesday evenings than on other nights.

Jiten and Preeti have apparently continued dancing for a bit longer than planned.

I encouraged Preeti to take up dancing because of her natural rhythm and style. At first I partnered her, but she quickly far surpassed me in skill and talent. She hit it off with Jiten, and I suggested that they would do well in dancing competitions together. Preeti was a bit concerned that I would feel jealous of the closeness that they would have to share by being dance partners, but I assured her that I would be glad if she were to take up a physically active hobby as this would enable her to keep her pretty figure trim.

Within the first few months they started doing well in competitions, and already they are shaping well as novice dancers. Preeti is blooming in every way. I make sure that I support her by going to competitions and cheering her on, but otherwise leave her to enjoy herself. Preeti seems content with this.

Another smile plays on my face as I remember the evening a month ago when she asked me what I thought of Jiten. I kissed her tenderly, noticing a certain tension in her body.

"He is a fine man," I said. "He is gentle, a good dancer, and very good looking. I think you are very lucky to have a partner like him. Other women dancers would love to take him from you." I winked at her. "Besides, have you noticed that he has a nice package where it counts?"

Preeti blushed purple. "What dirty thoughts you have!" she scolded me. She had really not noticed Jiten's endowment. She gave me the cold shoulder to me for a few nights. When our lovemaking resumed I could have sworn that it was if anything a little more wild than before, and that Preeti seemed to need more loving than ever.

I also noticed that for the first few weeks she moved more carefully around Jiten. It was as if she thought that he was a bomb, and that the wrong move would make him go off.

The last few weeks their dance has improved drastically. This is probably because Preeti has become much less reserved in her dance. It seems as if she is becoming more physical with Jiten, touching him and letting him touch her more. They are hitting it off better than ever before.

I move closer to the house. I hear loud dance music coming from inside. It is the tango.

Preeti and Jiten have become good at the tango. It is their best dance.

Maybe Preeti prefers to keep a slight distance away from her partner. Perhaps she is not fully aware of the suggestiveness of the dance. Perhaps she just thinks that the dance is beautiful.

I take my time moving towards the house, enjoying the sun shining down on me. Preeti and Jiten's dance session is coming to an end, and it would be rude to interrupt them. Still, it would be nice to see their moves without disturbing her concentration.

At least the loudness of the music means that it is unlikely that they have heard me arrive. They have not seen me either: the drive is hidden from the house. A short meandering path leads to the house. As I come close to the house I can sense that the music is coming from the lounge. The pulsing rhythm drives has a power like a steam train.

I move with the music, certain that I am about to witness something completely unforgettable.

The path makes its final twist, and the house comes into view. The first room that is visible is the lounge. I can see perfectly into the room because the whole front wall of the lounge is made of glass. The roof has several skylights, bathing the interior with a warm light.

They are not dancing the tango.

They are not dancing any ballroom, Latin or disco step.

The dance area is empty.

Preeti is lying on her back on a large sofa that is directly facing me. The sofa is almost large and deep enough to be a bed. We even used it as a bed when we had unexpected guests two months ago.

I can see Preeti's body in profile. Her head is resting on an armrest, her hair is loosely hanging over the side and her back is lying across the length of the couch.

She is naked.

Her clothes are lying in a neat heap next to the couch, as if she carefully folded the clothes before lying down to sleep. I recognize the clothing. At the bottom is the sexy white blouse that shows Preeti's cleavage to perfection. Above that is the comfortable skirt that has only one little problem: if Preeti is not careful it naturally opens up a slit all the way up Preeti's thigh. On the skirt is a very skimpy see-through bra and a thong panty.

I cannot see her shoes.

Preeti was obviously not planning on being alone when she took off the clothes.

She isn't alone. Jiten is on top of her, equally naked.

Their bodies are moving to the tune of the music, aggressive beat of the music causing them to move against one another in a hungry, vigorous embrace.

They are dancing the oldest, most exciting dance of all.

Preeti's arms are thrown back over her head in surrender to the will of the man above her. Jiten is supporting himself on his powerful arms, his broad muscular chest six inches above Preeti's body.

Jiten's head is right over Preeti's face. They are looking straight into one another's eyes, their expressions mirrors of intense passion, oblivious to anything else in the world. They are drinking in the full experience: every move, every sound, every blink of the other's eyes.

I can see the smooth curve of Preeti's soft breasts. When she stands upright, her breasts are the most beautiful globes, but now they have lost a little of their form because of her prone position. I can see the faded brown of the areola on her left breast crowned by the perky excitement of a stiffly engorged nipple. The breast is dancing a dance of its own, rippling up and down in time to the dance movements at the waists of the partners.

My wife has thrown her long lithe legs around Jiten's hips, entwining them in an embrace far more intimate than any waltz. I can see her ankles pressing down against him as if she were trying to squeeze him as close to her as she could.

Jiten's hips are grinding up against Preeti's body. Her legs are thrown out at right angles to her body so as to allow him as much access to the area between her legs as possible. As I watch, I see them thrust against one another in time to the tango beat. Their movements are beautiful and graceful, but with the staccato nature of the tango.

The seduction of the dance is being consummated with the same beat as the dance itself. No one can tell who was the seducer and who was seduced, if indeed such a thing ever existed. They are now of one mind in two bodies, eagerly working to the magic moment of climax.

I look at the point where they are joined. I can clearly see Jiten's long, thick and rock hard cock driving into the soft folds between Preeti's thighs, every thrust timed carefully and perfectly in rhythm with the music. I can see the glistening of their combined juices clearly.

What strikes me is that Jiten is not wearing a condom.

While I can hear nothing above the music, I imagine the sounds of the physical joining: Preeti's little squeals of pleasure and cries of encouragement, Jiten's deep grunts of effort and the sound of thrashing as their thighs slap against one another.

I am sweating and my breaths come fast and shallow as I take in the sight of the fervent coupling. I am intensely aware of my own arousal, and let my own body move to the rhythm that is being set by the closely linked duo.

I have arrived just as the dance is about to reach its peak. Suddenly they increase their tempo, their bodies creating a new beat and rhythm that diverges from the tango. It is their own, very personal creation, a mixture of their hunger, lust, need and desire. As they move faster, their bodies come closer together. I can see my wife's muscles strain upwards to press her whole body into contact with her lover. She brings her arms around Jiten. For a moment, he resists, but then he gives in and he lays his body down on top of her. Now only her hips are thrusting; her body is pinned down, but this hardly matters. Their mutual release is near.

Their lips draw together in a deep kiss, their tongues hungrily searching for one another as she grips Jiten's body to her.

Suddenly, my wife jerks. It is the sign I had been waiting eagerly for. That’s the sign that tell me that Preeti is orgasming. Her eyes closes and her whole body thumps against her lover. She is out of control.

I can see Jiten's body go rigid. For one last time he plunges his engorged member deep into my wife's over heated womanhood, and then I clearly see his balls contract and begin to shoot out their seed, driving it into Preeti's fertile depths. Jiten's thrusts once and pushes his ass hard against Preeti in an attempt to keep the head of his penis as close to Preeti's womb as he can. I watch as his scrotum lurches forward and backward, propelling more and more potent seed into my beautiful wife. Her body clasps his member and eagerly milks it of every drop it get, eagerly accepting the liquid gift of Jiten's body.

Their bodies cannot maintain the high they are going through. After a few moments they start quieting down. They slow down like two toys that have wound down.

They lie still, and then Jiten rolls off Preeti, lying next to her. The position is uncomfortable, and I know that they will soon be getting up.

I turn around to leave.

There is no point to staying there. My wife has all the seed she can handle.

Besides, why should I interrupt the new dance taking place right now. I am certain that at this very moment, deep inside my wife, a sperm and an egg are doing their own dance, The Dance Of New Life.

[sdbuffalo]

Interesting. Nicely told. Has she truly cucked you? And was their Dance successful?

Please tell us more.

Thank you.

[abhiandpreeti]

Interesting. Nicely told. Has she truly cucked you? And was their Dance successful?

Please tell us more.

Thank you.

Nopes Buffalo. I am still in the wannabe category.

[fluctuater]

Hey abhiandpreeti,
did anything happen further with preeti ? Was wondering looking at her beautiful hot body!

[bubbajack]

Preeti is s-o-o-o Lovely! I remember her beautiful pictures .

Abhi, I understand so well why you want to see her fucking another man/ other men!

I hope some day you will and that when you do you will post some more pics of her - maybe even naked and with one or more other guys' cocks in her!

Thank you for posting this, Abhi.

[abhiandpreeti]

Hey abhiandpreeti,
did anything happen further with preeti ? Was wondering looking at her beautiful hot body!

@fluctauter - Not yet there, though there was one close call.

[abhiandpreeti]

Preeti is s-o-o-o Lovely! I remember her beautiful pictures .

Abhi, I understand so well why you want to see her fucking another man/ other men!

I hope some day you will and that when you do you will post some more pics of her - maybe even naked and with one or more other guys' cocks in her!

Thank you for posting this, Abhi.

@Bubba - Thanks a ton. Your memory is really good. I was thinking of starting a photo thread of Preeti in the hotties gallery.

[quickbee]

Well done on the story. It was very erotic, and I could so imagine it in my head if it was to happen in real life.

As to your generous offer regarding starting a thread about gorgeous Preeti- I think you should. She looks so delectable in you avatar pic, as well as, the one other you have shared in the hotties section. I would love to sink down on my knees , gently spread her beautiful legs, smell her sweet aroma and taste her moist lips.

You are one lucky guy and I am so jealous !

[fluctuater]

Preeti is s-o-o-o Lovely! I remember her beautiful pictures .

Abhi, I understand so well why you want to see her fucking another man/ other men!

I hope some day you will and that when you do you will post some more pics of her - maybe even naked and with one or more other guys' cocks in her!

Thank you for posting this, Abhi.

@Bubba - Thanks a ton. Your memory is really good. I was thinking of starting a photo thread of Preeti in the hotties gallery.

Abhi, can you please start a photo thread of Preeti ?

[fluctuater]

Hey abhiandpreeti,
did anything happen further with preeti ? Was wondering looking at her beautiful hot body!

@fluctauter - Not yet there, though there was one close call.

Close call will also be too hot! Try explaining us about it when possible! Waiting..