Cheating Wife Hooks up on the Dancefloor

Cody Montgomery
3 min readSep 30, 2024

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The drum’n’bass is pounding through the nightclub and everyone on the dancefloor is moving, grooving to the heavy, throbbing beat.

Everyone except your husband. He’s standing there with a beer in his hand, swaying a little, both feet planted firmly on the timber boards. He’s the only person here who’s not dancing. He’s not even watching you, not any more. Instead, he’s looking the lights, looking at the DJ, looking at his watch.

Your husband doesn’t even notice when the tall guy with dark hair dancing nearby smiles at you, or notice you smiling back. He doesn’t notice the when the guy steps over to dance just behind you. Your husband doesn’t notice the guy checking you out, or the looks you give him over your shoulder.

But maybe your husband did see something; he’s coming over to you, holding up his watch, jostling through the dancefloor and spilling more than a few drops of beer. The other dancers scowl as he pushed past them, but he doesn’t notice that either.

He wants to go home. He’s tired, bored, he doesn’t like the music, doesn’t like dancing. Your stomach sinks; you definitely don’t want to leave. You steal a glance at the tall guy — he’s watching you, watching your husband. He notices.

Your husband is ordering an Uber and complaining that he needs a piss. He reeks of beer. You tell him that you’ll get your jacket and meet him outside. He nods and weaves off through the dancefloor, bumping into people, making a beeline for the toilet.

You feel a pair of hands settle on your hips. Big hands.

Even though a shiver passes through your body, you don’t move away. He comes closer, moving in time, matching your rhythm, pressing against your back. His hands are moving up your body and, without hesitation, he cups your breasts gently but firmly, lifting and squeezing.

You should reach up and tear his hands away, slap his face, stalk off after your husband. But you don’t.

Instead, you reach for his hips and pull them tighter against you. He grinds against your skirt. His hardness pushes against the base of your spine until you reach back and unzip his jeans.

You don’t smile at him, don’t even look back over your shoulder. Your hand wraps around the stranger’s thick cock, but you don’t look at it; you’re watching the bathroom door, waiting for your husband to reappear. When he doesn’t, you pull the big cock closer and lift up the back of your skirt.

The tall guy still doesn’t hesitate. His meaty cock finds your warm wetness and plunges deeply into it.

Nobody notices your moan over the music. Nobody notices you dancing with the tall guy, your hard rhythm against him, his thick shaft fucking you from behind, his hands gliding over your shivering body.

Nobody notices when the tall guy fucks you so hard that he has to lift you off your feet and hold you in the air with his just his huge stiff cock and his hands on your tits.

Nobody notices you shaking, cumming, collapsing against his tall, hard frame.

Nobody notices you cry out again as his cock spasms deep inside you, his hot cum spraying into you again and again and again.

Nobody notices him grinding you on his shaft, using your cunt to squeeze out every last drop, then lowering you back to the floor.

His soaked cock pulls out of you and his cum runs down your thighs and you pull your skirt down. By the time you straighten yourself up, he has disappeared into the club.

You don’t mind. After all, your husband is waiting.

When you get outside, your husband is already in the uber and he rolls his eyes at your tardiness when you get into the back seat with him. He doesn’t notice your crumpled skirt, or your flushed cheeks, or the scent of another man’s cum, so you lean against his shoulder as you drive away into the night.

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Cody Montgomery
Cody Montgomery

Written by Cody Montgomery

Delectable erotic fiction for the discerning pervert.

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