I knew he didn’t like to dance, but it was my birthday, not his. I told him that I had found the perfect nightclub downtown and we could catch a car into the city and have a few drinks and dance, we didn’t have to stay long. He agreed to take me but was sulking all week.

We had a small dinner at home before I proceeded to get ready for the evening. I had to explain to him that he couldn’t wear the jeans and hoodie that he had been wearing all day. Why does he have to act this way? Why can’t he just pretend to enjoy the things I like for the night?

When I came out of the bedroom, he was sitting on the couch playing video games, he didn’t seem to notice me as he yelled at whoever was on the other end of his headset. I strutted out of the room and presented myself to him, but he didn’t seem to notice. I begged for his attention, and he let out a sigh before looking over at me. His eyes did widen, suggesting that I had managed to catch his attention. My tight white club dress, hugging my curves began to take its effect on him. I suggested we turn off his game and order the car. He didn’t respond so I walked over to his system, bent over and turned it off. That was the nail in the coffin, I was wearing a black thong under my white dress. My dress was so tight on my body the thong was clearly visible through the fabric.

He ordered the car, and I made him a drink while we waited. He started sounding more interested about our date, asking me about the music and the vibe of the nightclub I had found. I showed him the website for the club, and he retreated again. Sure, it was not the kind of club he would have picked out will pool tables and darts. No, this was a club specifically for dancing with a few booths scattered around. The clientele was also a little different than he was expecting. The area of town wasn’t the best, but it was slowly improving so I felt it would be safe enough if we didn’t have to stand out on the streets for too long.

Our car arrived and he threw back his drink to finish it off. We slid into the backseat. When the driver noticed where he was taking us, he seemed to make a face indicating that I may have overestimated the safety of the area. But I had spent weeks convincing my husband to take me, I couldn’t make a last-minute change now, he would suggest we go to the same dirty dive bar we always go to.

We pulled up in front of the club. At first, I wasn’t sure in the lone steel door in a brick wall was what I was looking for until I saw the name on a dimly lit sign above the door. This was the place. We got out of the car, and I adjusted my dress. It was very tight and short, riding up constantly. The driver offered to wait for us to make sure we were in the right place, but I instinctively told him we were fine, and he left.

We approached the door and opened it. The music inside was very loud and the lights were intense flashes of color synchronized to the music. I felt an instant moment of relief as we stepped in and paid our cover to the bouncer. He patted down my husband and finding nothing he took a look in my clutch. Satisfied that we were not threatening he waved us through. The customer base was definitely as shown on the website, but that wasn’t a problem for me. I was safe with my husband by my side.

Looking to my side, he was already moving toward the bar. He needed a drink. I couldn’t blame him, he hates crowds. I followed him through the crowd, and we ordered our drinks. I asked if he would take me to the dance floor, but he wanted to settle in and assess the place. I agreed but quickly became antsy. I started dancing to the music, swinging my hips to the rhythm and attempting pathetically to grind on my husband. I dropped down low in front of him and popped back up. He glanced around nervously. He was worried who behind him may have caught the same view of my panties that he just did. I could tell he was nervous, but I wanted him to loosen up, so I dropped down again, this time for longer, leaving my legs spread wide open. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. Now I had no idea who was looking, but I didn’t care.

I felt a hand on my arm begin to pull me up and I came out of the moment. My husband had given up and began pulling me onto the dance floor. We moved to the center of the crowd, and I began feeling the music in every fiber of my being. He did his best, but my husband cannot dance at all. He rocked back and forth watching me as I felt the music penetrate my soul.

I suddenly felt new hands on my waist and another body pressed against me from behind. Opening my eyes I saw my husband slowly rocking in his awkward way in front of me. I looked down and saw massive hands on my hips swaying our bodies together. I felt his fingers pushing into my hips guiding me this way and that. Naturally I responded pushing into him with my ass, matching his sway. He would grind into me, and I would grind back.

 His hands began to move along my body. One of his arms wrapped slowly across my stomach wild his other proceeded upwards cupping my breast and squeezing it. I let out a small moan. I didn’t mean to it was completely involuntary. It caught my husband’s attention. I put my hand on the stranger’s hand and lowered it from my breast. So distracted was I in removing his hand before my husband decided we had to leave that I didn’t notice his other hand had begun to lift the front of my dress and his large fingers were pressing against the now exposed front of my panties.

I wasn’t swaying to the music anymore. I was grinding my pussy against his fingers instinctively. Once I became aware of what I was doing I quickly turned around. I reached down and fixed my dress covering my exposed ass. I was hoping that my husband had not noticed, but I knew there wasn’t much a chance for that. Face to face with my stranger, he was enormous. I began to realize why my husband had not taken any steps to stop him from getting so close to me. I was immediately intimidated, but at the same time curious. Was he all big?

I felt his hands cup my ass as he leaned in and whispered in my ear to meet him in the men’s room. He let go and disappeared into the crowd. I turned back to my husband who was giving every signal that he was ready to go. He had had enough dancing. He had had enough watching his wife be groped. He had had enough of the crowd. I told him I needed to use the bathroom and asked him to get me another drink.

In the clear I made my way to the men’s room. I walked in and was horrified to find that the restroom was not at all as empty as I had expected. I don’t know why I thought it would be. Maybe because I didn’t expect to be invited into a crowded room, for what exactly I wasn’t sure, but I had an idea. Every guy in there was huge. I wasn’t entirely sure which one of them had invited me. Then our eyes connected, he just lifted his head to signal me over. I walked over to him, eyeing the whole room of men as they watched me. Slowly I stood before him and knew exactly what he wanted. With one of two urinals behind me, I carefully squatted down, just as I had before. My legs spread open, my dress rode up exposing me as I reached to undo his pants.

When I did the largest cock I had ever seen sprung forward and fell in front of my face. Any hesitation I had in my mind was gone. I needed to conquer this beast. I took it in my hands and began looking it over before I started kissing it. I began to slowly put it against my lips when suddenly I felt his hand grasp my hair. Aggressively he thrusted forward and I felt my jaw split open and my mouth fill with cock. This wasn’t going to be a love affair.

He kept thrusting so hard in and out against the back of my throat that I could barely keep my balance. Without his hand on my head gripping my hair I surely would have fallen back into the urinal. I did my best to make myself a hole for his pleasure. I could hear the other men in the room start congratulating him of his treatment of his bitch. That was me, his bitch. A man filtered in and pissed in the urinal right next to us. I could only shift my eyes enough to see he was watching us trying to determine if he might be able to share in the fun.

Suddenly my mouth filled with cum. It was more than I had ever experienced and overflowed out of my mouth and down my chin. He wiped his cock off on my cheek and stuffed it back in his pants. I stood up and saw myself in the mirror. My mascara was running down my face, my hair was a mess atop my head, and my mouth and cheek were coated in cum. I started to adjust my dress down, but he stopped me. He instructed me to take off my panties and hand them to the attendant who had been watching.

I did as I was told. He took a long deep inhale of them and put them in a fishbowl filled with panties on the counter. I attempted to approach the sink in an effort to fix myself for my poor husband, but I was told to get out. I opened my mouth to protest but thought better of it. I walked out of the men’s room and entered the women’s room next door. The crowd of girls around the sink gave me a look that indicated to me that I was not welcome in there either.

I waited to see if they would clear me just a little space before sending me back out, but they didn’t. I turned around and walked out of the room. I walked through the crowd of people feeling cheap and used. I spotted my loving husband at the bar sipping on his classic Miller Light. I knew I had fucked up. But I knew he could forgive me and I wanted nothing more than to be in his arms, in our bed, in our home. I walked up to him and stood before him looking like the trash I had become for a moment.

I told him to order the car, we could go home.

We walked out the front door and waited on the sidewalk for the car. When it finally arrived we crawled into the back seat. As the car pulled away from the club my husband reached over and gave me a kiss of the cheek. Let’s go home.