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Monday arrived and I finished work a bit early and headed home. Cheryl had called and wanted to go out to dinner, and, of course, I agreed.
“We have reservations at seven, so please be ready, it’s about a half hour drive from here,” I heard her say from the bathroom. She came out of the bath, naked, smiled at me, and headed for the master bedroom closet. I showered and by the time I got out of the bath she was downstairs, making noises in the kitchen. I dressed and headed down to the kitchen, it was six-fifteen already.
There she stood, smiling at me in one of the sexiest dresses I had ever seen, and never on her. The front of the dress was basically open, the silky material covered her breasts, but was open from the shoulders to her navel, her breasts barely covered, and showing an adequate amount of them to draw lots of attention.
“I picked this up today, thought you might like it,” she slowly turned in her new deep blue dress, which fell to mid-thigh on her, and now I saw her legs in a lovely pair of black seemed hose, and then her spike heels. The back of her dress plunged to just below where the top of her ass crack began, very revealing.
“Now, that is fucking hot!” I then wolf-whistled, well as best I could.
“I do agree with you, I did love sucking and fucking your friends the other night, so I thought a nice dinner out would be a fun way for you to show me off,” Cheryl said in a sexy voice.
“On Monday?” Was what I dumbly said.
“Can’t a slut be horny on Monday, or is it only weekends a slut can act and be a whore for her hubby?” she giggled as she shook her shoulder, which made her tits shake lewdly.
“Great, then. Let’s go to dinner and someplace we can find you some strange cocks to play with,” I place my hand in the center of her back, then let it slide down and inside her deep blue dress towards her ass.
“Very, hot, my horny slut, no panties either,” I had discovered her bare ass.
“They get in the way of guys properly groping me,” she commented with a little chuckle.
Cheryl wore hose and a hot pair of spike heels to enhance her cougar/slut look, which was just fine with me. We headed for a place that Wade and Steve from her first gang bang recommended in the South Denver area for picking up horny cougars.
We parked and I stepped around her side of the car to open her door and let her out. She was very generous and gave me a great view of her trimmed snatch, just a little landing strip above her slit. I also enjoyed watching her c-cup tits bouncing lewdly as she stood and walked around to the front of the building.
The hostess showed us to a table just a few steps from the bar, a great place to show her off to the studs. We ordered drinks and casually looked over the menu, finally ordering some light snacks instead of a dinner.
“I don’t want to fill-up on food, I know there will be more protein for me to consume later.” she giggled and took another sip of her white wine.
We had our appetizers and a second round of drinks as the bar began to fill with other cougars and a number of young males. Cheryl was one of three women there with their husband/boyfriend, and both of them were dressed to party too, lots of skin showing.
I ordered another small nachos and cheese for us to nibble on as we watched the scene unfold. Several of the women were obviously looking for younger males as they would blatantly approach whichever of the young studs caught their eye. I was rather amazed at how quickly some of the hookups took place, some no more than one drink, and out the door.
I watched the other couples as they sat, as we did lazily drinking and chatting with each other, not paying much attention to the men and the other cougars. Cheryl got up and headed to the women’s restroom, her tits bouncing lewdly as she walked and her ass jiggling. A few moments later one of the other women also headed to the ladies room, her tits swaying provocatively, and ass jiggling.
About ten minutes later Cheryl finally returned, then the other woman a couple of minutes later. Cheryl smiled at her as she walked passed us, returning the smile.
“Well, that was very enlightening,” Cheryl began. The other woman, Molly, clearly noticed we were newcomers to the bar and the cougar scene. That it was all cool and there would be plenty of fun over the hours ahead. Molly and her husband, Will, came to this bar for the same reason as we did, to find several men for the wife to have some hot fun with, while the husbands, watched and participated. The gal in the fire engine red outfit was there to pickup guys, go out to their car, and return to the bar for a repeat, sometimes wearing plenty of evidence. The older woman in the mini skirt and hose was there for somewhat the same reason, but she would find a lover and leave, she would later call hubby and he would leave, heading home where the woman had gone with her young stud.
“There’s a small dance floor in the rear of the restaurant, only a half-dozen tables, the music starts around seven, and the young studs will invite us to go dance,” Cheryl leaned closer. “You can’t be actually naked back there, but, the guys do like to show the sluts off as they dance. And, when you are back there, the guys will always by the food and drinks.”
“Am I allowed to go back there with you? I do want to watch you dance and get groped.” I asked, placing my hand on Cheryl’s knee.
“Yes, that’s encouraged, the guys want to be sure you are cool with them playing with your slut,” Cheryl said as she took another sip of her wine.
“Any sex?”
“No, no actual sex acts, but Molly says it comes pretty close to it,” Cheryl smiled as we waited for for the clock to strike seven.
I looked over at Will and Molly and noticed she had opened another button on her blouse, which was now nearly open to her waist. She smiled, and shook her shoulders making her d-cup tits jostle obscenely. Will stood and headed to the men’s room, tapping me once on the shoulder as he walked by.
“Hi, Ford, I’m Will,” we shook hands as we washed our hands after taking a leak.
“Molly says you and Cheryl are here for the same reason, to get our sluts gang banged,” he smiled, one of those big ear-to-ear grins.
“Yep, you bet, this is supposed to be the cougar hunting grounds, and Cheryl wants to have some fun,” I replied.
“Great . . . “ we spent about five minutes chatting about the whole lifestyle and gang bang scene. He was kind enough to warn against taking any of these guys to our home, which we had already decided against. He suggested a motel down the road, about ten minutes away, that was very friendly to this lifestyle. He made the call, got the motel manager on the phone and arranged for the suite next to theirs, adjoining if we wanted.
Both Cheryl and Molly were having a good time being hot exhibitionists for the guys around the bar, barely keeping their tits, ass and pussy hidden from the gazers. We heard the slow dance music from the back start, barely able to hear it in the bar area, but there was an instant change in the overall demeanor of the room, more electric.
“Mmm, music has started, won’t be long till the guys start asking the sluts to go in the back and dance,” Will commented as he looked at his wife, then Cheryl, smiling. “Well. I hope you sluts are ready to dance with the young studs, and being groped and fondled.”
“Ahhh, but of course, my dear,” Molly replied, “and looking forward to having my ass and tits m*****ed as we go to the dance floor in the back.”
I watched as one, then two young studs picked up their drinks and headed our direction, one towards Molly, the other towards, my wife, Cheryl. Cheryl was seated so that as he walked towards us and close to her, he would have a good look between her legs, her knees a good foot apart, and the creamy flesh above her hose tops.
“The music has started and I am wondering if you would care to go back to the dance room, you and your hubby here?” He was at least six foot tall, maybe an inch or two more, and in his twenties, muscular build, dark hair, and a bit of a young Clint Eastwood look. I heard the young male next to Molly say nearly the same thing, and both women rose, and stood next to the young males for just a moment before heading to the dance floor.
As Will and I stood and followed it was heartening to see both young males to run their hands across the wives’ waists, then let their hands drop onto their asses, groping gently as they walked the thirty or so feet to the other room and the dance floor.
I was semi-hard just watching the young male as he escorted my wife to the dance floor, his left hand groping her ass openly. He turned her to face him as they caught the rhythm of the slow tune playing. His hands held her ass, pulling her to him as he ground against her.
Two more tunes played, he actually had her dress up over her ass by the middle of the second song, still fondling her ass. The song ended and he escorted Cheryl to the table where Will and I sat, he, still waiting for Molly who returned momentarily.
“Well, that was erotic,” Cheryl commented in a lewd tone.
“Mmm, but so much fun. I saw your partner bared your ass,” Molly commented.
“You had the same, fun, never had my ass naked and groped on a dance floor before,” Cheryl giggled like a high schooler.
“Some of the guys like to do a lot more,” Molly added.
“A lot more,” Will interjected, “wait till the guys start playing with your tits, that’s when the fun really begins.”
We re-ordered a round of drinks and the ladies got a couple of sips of their wine before two guys were over and requesting dances. These were new faces, young studs on the hunt for some mature pussy. Cheryl and Molly were off and onto the dance floor once again, their asses gingerly groped by their new suitors.
Will took his wife’s glass of white wine and slipped it under the table as he watched Molly, grinding her pelvis to the young stud fondling her tits now. I looked at him quizzically.
“Jacking off in her wine, she loves a cum cocktail, and watching her makes it easy to cum,” he replied to my questioning gaze.
I took Cheryl’s wine glass and also slipped it under the table, somehow opening my zipper, pulling my semi-hard cock out, and proceeded to stroke myself. Will took about five minutes and I could tell he was climaxing from the grimace on his face. I continued to watch my slut wife as she ground herself to her new dance partner, her tits slightly exposed as he fondled her.
Will noticed I had copied him and smiled, one of those ear to ear big grins. The cum sort of hung in the wine like strings hanging down, rather obscene.
The two sluts returned, Molly smiling broadly at Will when she noticed the added flavoring to her white wine.
“You’ve been a naughty boy, haven’t you?” She scolded him playfully.
Cheryl looked at Molly, then Will, the glass of wine in her new friends hand, then me, then her wine, “and look who else was naughty while we were out dancing with those hot studs.”
“Just following the lead of a new partner in crime,” I said jokingly.
“I wonder what the guys will say when they see what we are drinking?” Cheryl asked as she sat down, picking up her wine and taking a sip.
“Well, don’t be surprised if a few of the studs don’t offer to add a bit more flavor to our wine,” Molly commented as she took another sip. “I do love the flavor enhancement to my now cum cocktail, a true drink for horny sluts.”
“How many studs are you wanting to try out tonight, my horny slut?” Will asked Molly as she finished another large sip of her cum cocktail.
“How many do you want to see use me?” She retorted.
“Mmm, at least six,” he gained.
“What? You want my holes really worn out?” Molly giggled, then turned to Cheryl, “how many are you going to try?”
“I was thinking four or five, but six might be fun. What do you think, honey?” She asked as she turned to me, nearly finished her cum cocktail.
“Well, six for each f the sluts would be interesting, plus a few to add to their drinks?” I looked at my wife then Will, and finally Molly.
“I agree, we have two two room suites, adjoining, that gives us plenty of room to relax as our whores get filled with cock,” he commented crudely and proudly.
“You two are just a couple of perverts,” Molly said in a half-hearted scolding tone.
“And, you love being a fucking whore, Molly,” Will responded.
“Well, if I am going to be used by at least six horny males, I need another cum cocktail,” Cheryl added as she hoisted her now empty glass.
The waitress quickly strolled over to our table, her tits bouncing lewdly in her skimpy outfit.
“Another round?” She asked
Yes, please one more round, and two of those need to be cum cocktails for the two sluts,” Will said as he took the wine glass from Molly, some remnants of cum in the bottom of the glass.
“Two cum cocktails, for the sluts, a Jack and coke, and a Bombay and tonic,” she said as her last look was towards me.
“So, where do they get the cum?” Cheryl looked at Molly as she begged the question.
“It’s from the male staff here, the cooks, and the bartenders. The guys jerk off and they collect the cum and keep it refrigerated till they dispense it for horny cum whores like us,” Molly replied matter-of-factly.
“I’ve watched some of the other sluts jack guys off in their wine or drinks several times in here, kind of hot to watch. They won’t let you suck them off, but you can masturbate them,” Molly added.
The waitress brought our drinks and set them on our table.
“The guys at the far corner table picked up the tab for this round,” she said and then pointed to three or four guys standing at a table in the corner, smiling at us. “They also wondered if the ladies would care to dance with them.”
“Tell them ‘yes’, our sluts would love to dance with them,” Will said as he took a ten and slipped it into her bra between her tits.
“I’ll be happy to relay the message,” then she stood and strutted over to the guys.
Another slow dance song started and two of the young males quickly made their way towards us, I decided to make this a bit more interesting so I told Cheryl to stand and stool over to the one she preferred, making sure her tits bounced obscenely as she walked. Of course I was unable to see her, but her ass sure swayed hotly. Molly was only a step or two behind my wife as they made their way across the floor and into the guys arms.
It was only a few moments before the young stud Cheryl was dancing with to pull the back of her dress up and start groping her ass, then his other hand sliding the dress strap from her shoulder, slip it off her tit and be fondling her lovely c-cup breast in his hand. I took notice of Molly then, she was in the same condition, bare ass, and tit fondled.
“Well, there are four at that table, one-third of the way there,” Will commented as we now watched our wives slowly strutting their way back to us.
“Alan, the stud I was dancing with, told me there are four more of their friends here,” Molly began.
“Hey, I’m Alan,” he said as he now stood behind Molly one hand groping her ass, the other fondling a tit. “Oooo, nice, you gals like the cum cocktails here?”
“Of, course,” Cheryl commented as one of the others now stood behind her chair, his crotch obviously pressed against the back of her head.
“I’m Will, this slut’s hubby,” Will said smiling at the young man.
“And I’m Ford, and she’s my horny slut,” I gestured towards Cheryl, who now took a sip of her cum cocktail.
“Nice to meet you guys. We hope we can dance more with your sluts, maybe get to know you better,” Alan commented.
“Mmm, I’d love to dance with your friends,” Molly sort of moaning her plea.
“Do you have other friends?” Cheryl asked as she held her cocktail in one hand and slowly ran the index finger of the other in a very slow swirling motion.
“We do,” the other stud commented.
By now the other two were standing near the two sluts.
One reached down carefully taking my wife’s hand, slowly encouraging her to stand, then as she turned his hand was on her ass, directing her to the dance floor. Molly was gone in a similar fashion.
“Would you young studs and your friends be interested in more than just dancing with our sluts?” Will asked bluntly.
“Oh, we sure would, a lot more,” Alan commented quickly.
“Uhh, how many of you are there here?” I asked.
“There are four more over at the other far corner of the room,” was his reply.
“Great” Will added. “I am sure the sluts would like to dance with them too.”
“And, if it would not be a bother, could you find four more friends to join us?” I questioned.
“Ahh, your sluts want a real gang bang then,” Alan dropped the hint.
“Yes, we have a couple of suites at a motel down the road,” Will commented.
“Cool, we can find at least twelve guys to fuck the two of them. I must say, it was very hot seeing the two sluts drinking cum cocktails.” Alan replied to Will.
“We have reservations at seven, so please be ready, it’s about a half hour drive from here,” I heard her say from the bathroom. She came out of the bath, naked, smiled at me, and headed for the master bedroom closet. I showered and by the time I got out of the bath she was downstairs, making noises in the kitchen. I dressed and headed down to the kitchen, it was six-fifteen already.
There she stood, smiling at me in one of the sexiest dresses I had ever seen, and never on her. The front of the dress was basically open, the silky material covered her breasts, but was open from the shoulders to her navel, her breasts barely covered, and showing an adequate amount of them to draw lots of attention.
“I picked this up today, thought you might like it,” she slowly turned in her new deep blue dress, which fell to mid-thigh on her, and now I saw her legs in a lovely pair of black seemed hose, and then her spike heels. The back of her dress plunged to just below where the top of her ass crack began, very revealing.
“Now, that is fucking hot!” I then wolf-whistled, well as best I could.
“I do agree with you, I did love sucking and fucking your friends the other night, so I thought a nice dinner out would be a fun way for you to show me off,” Cheryl said in a sexy voice.
“On Monday?” Was what I dumbly said.
“Can’t a slut be horny on Monday, or is it only weekends a slut can act and be a whore for her hubby?” she giggled as she shook her shoulder, which made her tits shake lewdly.
“Great, then. Let’s go to dinner and someplace we can find you some strange cocks to play with,” I place my hand in the center of her back, then let it slide down and inside her deep blue dress towards her ass.
“Very, hot, my horny slut, no panties either,” I had discovered her bare ass.
“They get in the way of guys properly groping me,” she commented with a little chuckle.
Cheryl wore hose and a hot pair of spike heels to enhance her cougar/slut look, which was just fine with me. We headed for a place that Wade and Steve from her first gang bang recommended in the South Denver area for picking up horny cougars.
We parked and I stepped around her side of the car to open her door and let her out. She was very generous and gave me a great view of her trimmed snatch, just a little landing strip above her slit. I also enjoyed watching her c-cup tits bouncing lewdly as she stood and walked around to the front of the building.
The hostess showed us to a table just a few steps from the bar, a great place to show her off to the studs. We ordered drinks and casually looked over the menu, finally ordering some light snacks instead of a dinner.
“I don’t want to fill-up on food, I know there will be more protein for me to consume later.” she giggled and took another sip of her white wine.
We had our appetizers and a second round of drinks as the bar began to fill with other cougars and a number of young males. Cheryl was one of three women there with their husband/boyfriend, and both of them were dressed to party too, lots of skin showing.
I ordered another small nachos and cheese for us to nibble on as we watched the scene unfold. Several of the women were obviously looking for younger males as they would blatantly approach whichever of the young studs caught their eye. I was rather amazed at how quickly some of the hookups took place, some no more than one drink, and out the door.
I watched the other couples as they sat, as we did lazily drinking and chatting with each other, not paying much attention to the men and the other cougars. Cheryl got up and headed to the women’s restroom, her tits bouncing lewdly as she walked and her ass jiggling. A few moments later one of the other women also headed to the ladies room, her tits swaying provocatively, and ass jiggling.
About ten minutes later Cheryl finally returned, then the other woman a couple of minutes later. Cheryl smiled at her as she walked passed us, returning the smile.
“Well, that was very enlightening,” Cheryl began. The other woman, Molly, clearly noticed we were newcomers to the bar and the cougar scene. That it was all cool and there would be plenty of fun over the hours ahead. Molly and her husband, Will, came to this bar for the same reason as we did, to find several men for the wife to have some hot fun with, while the husbands, watched and participated. The gal in the fire engine red outfit was there to pickup guys, go out to their car, and return to the bar for a repeat, sometimes wearing plenty of evidence. The older woman in the mini skirt and hose was there for somewhat the same reason, but she would find a lover and leave, she would later call hubby and he would leave, heading home where the woman had gone with her young stud.
“There’s a small dance floor in the rear of the restaurant, only a half-dozen tables, the music starts around seven, and the young studs will invite us to go dance,” Cheryl leaned closer. “You can’t be actually naked back there, but, the guys do like to show the sluts off as they dance. And, when you are back there, the guys will always by the food and drinks.”
“Am I allowed to go back there with you? I do want to watch you dance and get groped.” I asked, placing my hand on Cheryl’s knee.
“Yes, that’s encouraged, the guys want to be sure you are cool with them playing with your slut,” Cheryl said as she took another sip of her wine.
“Any sex?”
“No, no actual sex acts, but Molly says it comes pretty close to it,” Cheryl smiled as we waited for for the clock to strike seven.
I looked over at Will and Molly and noticed she had opened another button on her blouse, which was now nearly open to her waist. She smiled, and shook her shoulders making her d-cup tits jostle obscenely. Will stood and headed to the men’s room, tapping me once on the shoulder as he walked by.
“Hi, Ford, I’m Will,” we shook hands as we washed our hands after taking a leak.
“Molly says you and Cheryl are here for the same reason, to get our sluts gang banged,” he smiled, one of those big ear-to-ear grins.
“Yep, you bet, this is supposed to be the cougar hunting grounds, and Cheryl wants to have some fun,” I replied.
“Great . . . “ we spent about five minutes chatting about the whole lifestyle and gang bang scene. He was kind enough to warn against taking any of these guys to our home, which we had already decided against. He suggested a motel down the road, about ten minutes away, that was very friendly to this lifestyle. He made the call, got the motel manager on the phone and arranged for the suite next to theirs, adjoining if we wanted.
Both Cheryl and Molly were having a good time being hot exhibitionists for the guys around the bar, barely keeping their tits, ass and pussy hidden from the gazers. We heard the slow dance music from the back start, barely able to hear it in the bar area, but there was an instant change in the overall demeanor of the room, more electric.
“Mmm, music has started, won’t be long till the guys start asking the sluts to go in the back and dance,” Will commented as he looked at his wife, then Cheryl, smiling. “Well. I hope you sluts are ready to dance with the young studs, and being groped and fondled.”
“Ahhh, but of course, my dear,” Molly replied, “and looking forward to having my ass and tits m*****ed as we go to the dance floor in the back.”
I watched as one, then two young studs picked up their drinks and headed our direction, one towards Molly, the other towards, my wife, Cheryl. Cheryl was seated so that as he walked towards us and close to her, he would have a good look between her legs, her knees a good foot apart, and the creamy flesh above her hose tops.
“The music has started and I am wondering if you would care to go back to the dance room, you and your hubby here?” He was at least six foot tall, maybe an inch or two more, and in his twenties, muscular build, dark hair, and a bit of a young Clint Eastwood look. I heard the young male next to Molly say nearly the same thing, and both women rose, and stood next to the young males for just a moment before heading to the dance floor.
As Will and I stood and followed it was heartening to see both young males to run their hands across the wives’ waists, then let their hands drop onto their asses, groping gently as they walked the thirty or so feet to the other room and the dance floor.
I was semi-hard just watching the young male as he escorted my wife to the dance floor, his left hand groping her ass openly. He turned her to face him as they caught the rhythm of the slow tune playing. His hands held her ass, pulling her to him as he ground against her.
Two more tunes played, he actually had her dress up over her ass by the middle of the second song, still fondling her ass. The song ended and he escorted Cheryl to the table where Will and I sat, he, still waiting for Molly who returned momentarily.
“Well, that was erotic,” Cheryl commented in a lewd tone.
“Mmm, but so much fun. I saw your partner bared your ass,” Molly commented.
“You had the same, fun, never had my ass naked and groped on a dance floor before,” Cheryl giggled like a high schooler.
“Some of the guys like to do a lot more,” Molly added.
“A lot more,” Will interjected, “wait till the guys start playing with your tits, that’s when the fun really begins.”
We re-ordered a round of drinks and the ladies got a couple of sips of their wine before two guys were over and requesting dances. These were new faces, young studs on the hunt for some mature pussy. Cheryl and Molly were off and onto the dance floor once again, their asses gingerly groped by their new suitors.
Will took his wife’s glass of white wine and slipped it under the table as he watched Molly, grinding her pelvis to the young stud fondling her tits now. I looked at him quizzically.
“Jacking off in her wine, she loves a cum cocktail, and watching her makes it easy to cum,” he replied to my questioning gaze.
I took Cheryl’s wine glass and also slipped it under the table, somehow opening my zipper, pulling my semi-hard cock out, and proceeded to stroke myself. Will took about five minutes and I could tell he was climaxing from the grimace on his face. I continued to watch my slut wife as she ground herself to her new dance partner, her tits slightly exposed as he fondled her.
Will noticed I had copied him and smiled, one of those ear to ear big grins. The cum sort of hung in the wine like strings hanging down, rather obscene.
The two sluts returned, Molly smiling broadly at Will when she noticed the added flavoring to her white wine.
“You’ve been a naughty boy, haven’t you?” She scolded him playfully.
Cheryl looked at Molly, then Will, the glass of wine in her new friends hand, then me, then her wine, “and look who else was naughty while we were out dancing with those hot studs.”
“Just following the lead of a new partner in crime,” I said jokingly.
“I wonder what the guys will say when they see what we are drinking?” Cheryl asked as she sat down, picking up her wine and taking a sip.
“Well, don’t be surprised if a few of the studs don’t offer to add a bit more flavor to our wine,” Molly commented as she took another sip. “I do love the flavor enhancement to my now cum cocktail, a true drink for horny sluts.”
“How many studs are you wanting to try out tonight, my horny slut?” Will asked Molly as she finished another large sip of her cum cocktail.
“How many do you want to see use me?” She retorted.
“Mmm, at least six,” he gained.
“What? You want my holes really worn out?” Molly giggled, then turned to Cheryl, “how many are you going to try?”
“I was thinking four or five, but six might be fun. What do you think, honey?” She asked as she turned to me, nearly finished her cum cocktail.
“Well, six for each f the sluts would be interesting, plus a few to add to their drinks?” I looked at my wife then Will, and finally Molly.
“I agree, we have two two room suites, adjoining, that gives us plenty of room to relax as our whores get filled with cock,” he commented crudely and proudly.
“You two are just a couple of perverts,” Molly said in a half-hearted scolding tone.
“And, you love being a fucking whore, Molly,” Will responded.
“Well, if I am going to be used by at least six horny males, I need another cum cocktail,” Cheryl added as she hoisted her now empty glass.
The waitress quickly strolled over to our table, her tits bouncing lewdly in her skimpy outfit.
“Another round?” She asked
Yes, please one more round, and two of those need to be cum cocktails for the two sluts,” Will said as he took the wine glass from Molly, some remnants of cum in the bottom of the glass.
“Two cum cocktails, for the sluts, a Jack and coke, and a Bombay and tonic,” she said as her last look was towards me.
“So, where do they get the cum?” Cheryl looked at Molly as she begged the question.
“It’s from the male staff here, the cooks, and the bartenders. The guys jerk off and they collect the cum and keep it refrigerated till they dispense it for horny cum whores like us,” Molly replied matter-of-factly.
“I’ve watched some of the other sluts jack guys off in their wine or drinks several times in here, kind of hot to watch. They won’t let you suck them off, but you can masturbate them,” Molly added.
The waitress brought our drinks and set them on our table.
“The guys at the far corner table picked up the tab for this round,” she said and then pointed to three or four guys standing at a table in the corner, smiling at us. “They also wondered if the ladies would care to dance with them.”
“Tell them ‘yes’, our sluts would love to dance with them,” Will said as he took a ten and slipped it into her bra between her tits.
“I’ll be happy to relay the message,” then she stood and strutted over to the guys.
Another slow dance song started and two of the young males quickly made their way towards us, I decided to make this a bit more interesting so I told Cheryl to stand and stool over to the one she preferred, making sure her tits bounced obscenely as she walked. Of course I was unable to see her, but her ass sure swayed hotly. Molly was only a step or two behind my wife as they made their way across the floor and into the guys arms.
It was only a few moments before the young stud Cheryl was dancing with to pull the back of her dress up and start groping her ass, then his other hand sliding the dress strap from her shoulder, slip it off her tit and be fondling her lovely c-cup breast in his hand. I took notice of Molly then, she was in the same condition, bare ass, and tit fondled.
“Well, there are four at that table, one-third of the way there,” Will commented as we now watched our wives slowly strutting their way back to us.
“Alan, the stud I was dancing with, told me there are four more of their friends here,” Molly began.
“Hey, I’m Alan,” he said as he now stood behind Molly one hand groping her ass, the other fondling a tit. “Oooo, nice, you gals like the cum cocktails here?”
“Of, course,” Cheryl commented as one of the others now stood behind her chair, his crotch obviously pressed against the back of her head.
“I’m Will, this slut’s hubby,” Will said smiling at the young man.
“And I’m Ford, and she’s my horny slut,” I gestured towards Cheryl, who now took a sip of her cum cocktail.
“Nice to meet you guys. We hope we can dance more with your sluts, maybe get to know you better,” Alan commented.
“Mmm, I’d love to dance with your friends,” Molly sort of moaning her plea.
“Do you have other friends?” Cheryl asked as she held her cocktail in one hand and slowly ran the index finger of the other in a very slow swirling motion.
“We do,” the other stud commented.
By now the other two were standing near the two sluts.
One reached down carefully taking my wife’s hand, slowly encouraging her to stand, then as she turned his hand was on her ass, directing her to the dance floor. Molly was gone in a similar fashion.
“Would you young studs and your friends be interested in more than just dancing with our sluts?” Will asked bluntly.
“Oh, we sure would, a lot more,” Alan commented quickly.
“Uhh, how many of you are there here?” I asked.
“There are four more over at the other far corner of the room,” was his reply.
“Great” Will added. “I am sure the sluts would like to dance with them too.”
“And, if it would not be a bother, could you find four more friends to join us?” I questioned.
“Ahh, your sluts want a real gang bang then,” Alan dropped the hint.
“Yes, we have a couple of suites at a motel down the road,” Will commented.
“Cool, we can find at least twelve guys to fuck the two of them. I must say, it was very hot seeing the two sluts drinking cum cocktails.” Alan replied to Will.
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