In the night club

They step out together on a Friday night, her silk dress cut high, his hand at the small of her back. In the club, lights glide over a blonde on the pole, skin shining, hips rolling slow. The wife feels her pulse catch when the dancer spreads and arches, pussy on full display. She reaches for her husband’s cock under the table, finds him already thick. They don’t wait. She slides onto his lap, facing the stage, and sinks down until he’s buried in her cunt. He grips her waist and thrusts up, short, deep strokes that make her breath stutter. The blonde dancer watches them, a slow smile on her lips, and inches closer, grinding near their table. Eyes follow. Some look away; some stare. Her husband pushes two slick fingers between her cheeks, finds her tight rim, and works them inside. She gasps, pushes back, taking him deeper in both places at once. He fucks her harder. The dancer leans in, breasts brushing his shoulder, and when he pulls out the wife leans forward so he can stroke his cock once, twice, before he spills hot ropes over her mouth and chin. She licks her lips, eyes still on the stage, letting the mess drip while the music keeps playing.