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- Jun 26, 2017
“Come on Ellie, It’ll be a blast! Besides, you promise to chaperone me!”
Ellie eyed the backstreet entrance to the club warily. It didn’t help her head was already swimming after five tequilas and two rum and cokes.
“This doesn’t look like our sort of place, Steph.” She said nervously. “Why don’t we call it a night?”
Ellie’s friend Stephanie looked hot to trot in her black boob tube, pleated skirt and ‘fuck me’ ankle boots. She tilted her head on one side making her long blond hair tumble onto her shoulder as she pouted.
“Come on, this is as much for me as for you. Dale’s been treating you like shit for weeks. You need this as much as I do, let your hair down, get a bit crazy. Flirt with a few guys, get drunk. What’s he gonna do, complain? You deserve to have a bit of attention hun, you’re still hot as fuck. Enjoy yourself.”
Ellie Franklin caught a look at the reflection of herself in the window of the ‘Hot Night’ nightclub. For a woman just over 30, she did look good and could probably pass for someone 5 years younger. The red top accentuated her curves and the short tight black leather mini skirt showed off her legs.
‘Why not’ she thought to herself, it’s just drinks. Steph’s right, I deserve this and it’s only right Dale has to wait up for me for once.
“OK let’s go.” She sighed.
Thirty minutes later, Ellie was wondering what the hell was going on. Steph had been told this was a really great place to meet guys, no wonder. There were hardly any women in here apart from the dancers, if you could call the erotic gyrations going on in the three poles in the stage dancing.
Steph and Ellie were surrounded by half a dozen men plying them with drinks. Ellie had protested at first, but after two southern comforts on top of what she had already drank, she was starting to lose track of the most basic things.
Steph, single and fearless was kissing two men, one on each side of her. One had tugged her top down and was fondling her breast while the other man had his hand up her skirt. Steph didn’t seem to mind at all.
Ellie was sat between two more men, one a large black man who she thought was called Spencer? The other man, a well-groomed, tanned and damn fine looking older man with silver in his hair was stroking her arm as he complimented her on her looks.
Ellie felt like she ought to be running like a rabbit, but it had been a very long time since anyone had paid her this much attention. His eyes were like golden pools and in her blurry state she was finding it hard to remember that she was married.
“You are so beautiful.” He murmured.
“Who me?” Ellie squeaked, and giggled. Her voice sounded funny.
“You… like the lady of the lake, or Helen of Troy.”
“Oh…” Ellie breathed, and the next thing she knew he was kissing her, and she was kissing him and… it felt nice. She felt hands on her, more than one pair. She was lost in a swirl of emotion and drink induced haze as she maoned into his mouth as someone started to cup and fondle her breasts.
Moments turned to minutes and, as she caught a glance of Steph, her friend was sat on the lap of one of her men, her buttocks undulating as she rode him. Ellie knew this was wrong deep inside, but she was caught up in the moment. She felt so aroused it was hard to think as she was pushed onto a table. She felt her skirt pushed up and her panties slipped aside. She let out a cry as she3 was entered by someone, much, much bigger than Dale and in the moment of her cry, she felt another shaft enter her mouth and with no second thought for what she was doing, she sucked hard….
***
Later….
Ellie leaned against Steph in the Taxi, her tears flowing.
“OH God, Steph, what have I done! I feel so.. so … dirty… Oh shit Steph… I really messed up..”
Steph, who had had a great time, stroked her hair. “You had a moment of weakness is all, it doesn’t mean anything, and no one will ever now. I swear, it will be our secret. I promise I’ll never say a word.. . You can crash at mine, get cleaned up and go home in the morning.”
“Oh God… Oh why did I do that…. Oh Please… Dale must never know… never.”
Ellie eyed the backstreet entrance to the club warily. It didn’t help her head was already swimming after five tequilas and two rum and cokes.
“This doesn’t look like our sort of place, Steph.” She said nervously. “Why don’t we call it a night?”
Ellie’s friend Stephanie looked hot to trot in her black boob tube, pleated skirt and ‘fuck me’ ankle boots. She tilted her head on one side making her long blond hair tumble onto her shoulder as she pouted.
“Come on, this is as much for me as for you. Dale’s been treating you like shit for weeks. You need this as much as I do, let your hair down, get a bit crazy. Flirt with a few guys, get drunk. What’s he gonna do, complain? You deserve to have a bit of attention hun, you’re still hot as fuck. Enjoy yourself.”
Ellie Franklin caught a look at the reflection of herself in the window of the ‘Hot Night’ nightclub. For a woman just over 30, she did look good and could probably pass for someone 5 years younger. The red top accentuated her curves and the short tight black leather mini skirt showed off her legs.
‘Why not’ she thought to herself, it’s just drinks. Steph’s right, I deserve this and it’s only right Dale has to wait up for me for once.
“OK let’s go.” She sighed.
Thirty minutes later, Ellie was wondering what the hell was going on. Steph had been told this was a really great place to meet guys, no wonder. There were hardly any women in here apart from the dancers, if you could call the erotic gyrations going on in the three poles in the stage dancing.
Steph and Ellie were surrounded by half a dozen men plying them with drinks. Ellie had protested at first, but after two southern comforts on top of what she had already drank, she was starting to lose track of the most basic things.
Steph, single and fearless was kissing two men, one on each side of her. One had tugged her top down and was fondling her breast while the other man had his hand up her skirt. Steph didn’t seem to mind at all.
Ellie was sat between two more men, one a large black man who she thought was called Spencer? The other man, a well-groomed, tanned and damn fine looking older man with silver in his hair was stroking her arm as he complimented her on her looks.
Ellie felt like she ought to be running like a rabbit, but it had been a very long time since anyone had paid her this much attention. His eyes were like golden pools and in her blurry state she was finding it hard to remember that she was married.
“You are so beautiful.” He murmured.
“Who me?” Ellie squeaked, and giggled. Her voice sounded funny.
“You… like the lady of the lake, or Helen of Troy.”
“Oh…” Ellie breathed, and the next thing she knew he was kissing her, and she was kissing him and… it felt nice. She felt hands on her, more than one pair. She was lost in a swirl of emotion and drink induced haze as she maoned into his mouth as someone started to cup and fondle her breasts.
Moments turned to minutes and, as she caught a glance of Steph, her friend was sat on the lap of one of her men, her buttocks undulating as she rode him. Ellie knew this was wrong deep inside, but she was caught up in the moment. She felt so aroused it was hard to think as she was pushed onto a table. She felt her skirt pushed up and her panties slipped aside. She let out a cry as she3 was entered by someone, much, much bigger than Dale and in the moment of her cry, she felt another shaft enter her mouth and with no second thought for what she was doing, she sucked hard….
***
Later….
Ellie leaned against Steph in the Taxi, her tears flowing.
“OH God, Steph, what have I done! I feel so.. so … dirty… Oh shit Steph… I really messed up..”
Steph, who had had a great time, stroked her hair. “You had a moment of weakness is all, it doesn’t mean anything, and no one will ever now. I swear, it will be our secret. I promise I’ll never say a word.. . You can crash at mine, get cleaned up and go home in the morning.”
“Oh God… Oh why did I do that…. Oh Please… Dale must never know… never.”