On arrival at the local club I noticed that it was the same old crowd, I ordered my normal drink but this time I asked for a larger glass. I have to a...dmit that I got aroused dancing with some of those ladies I danced with , even the married ones but I have one avowed rule ‘Never ever make a move on a woman attached’ and I never break that rule. This night I dance with the usual partners, and a few newcomers but not many. During a break I go to get another drink, I notice a young lady sitting at. She was thicker than the last time I saw her but it suited her. We made small talk with the people around the table and dinner was served. While taking a bite of the entrée I felt Jennies left hand move to my inner thigh and eventually firmly grip my cock. I almost choked on a piece of chicken. Looking at her, she smiled and playfully forked a green bean into her mouth. By the time the music started playing she had managed to get my zipper down and her hand was beneath my dress pants groping my. " Toby won't mind. I'll bet he had somebody back here over the weekend."My expression must have betrayed me but the confirmation didn't seem to faze her in the slightest. "Toby's got a lot of growing up to do," she stated. "He's just a big kid really." Yes," I agreed."So what about it?" It?" Sex." I'm married, Jenny." It wouldn't have to be anything meaningful. Just a quick fuck as Toby likes to say." I'm sorry, I don't do quick fucks," I gulped, "or slow ones for that matter. I'm sorry if I. “So, you're saying you don't want me to fuck you?” That was point blank. In a risky move, I said “Sorry, but no thank you" It got quiet, but Mario didn’t move his arm and his cock remained nestled behind me. There was a pause as a huge flash of lightening and giant clap of thunder reverberated around the room. I could sense Mario was pissed, “Hmm, your faggot ass, walk around dressed like a puta, you then come into my room, in the dark of the night, get into my bed and now you decide you don't.