The dance floor was packed with people’s head bobbing up and down in unison to the rhythm of the music.“lets dance” I urged my wife“No, please... I am not good at it” she replied“c’mon who bothers here how anyone else dances” I retorted“Please no, not now” She pleadedI could see she was nervous and anxious. It was 10 minutes past 10 .In her mind , she must have been thinking that this guy might show up anytime.Only I knew the truth !!I had already finshed three pegs of rum and jyoti had downed two. I’d heard many rumours of their sexual prowess and legend had it that Dave was supremely gifted in the trouser department. This information was obviously dormant in my mind but subconsciously I was aware of the type of guys I was playing with. James worked the grill at the barbecue and hosted our guests impeccably, whereas giggling and wriggling at every given opportunity. I acted the teasing slut continuously in my tiny black bikini, getting felt up by the guys with no objections from me,. “Would you mind if I took him to one of the lap dance areas?” She pointed toward a partition off to the side of the room that blocked a series of chairs with curtains.Jess followed her finger, blinked, then turned back to Britney before shrugging.“Fine with me. Aaron, go with the nice lady and do whatever she says,” Jess instructed.“Yes, Ma-” I stopped myself mid-syllable on “Ma’am.” I think Britney might have caught it anyway. Regardless, she took my hand and helped me up before leading me. “Can I be of any assistance to you?” By now the waiter has taken your hand and placed it under the apron and wrapped your fingers around his thick cock. The waiter pulls your hand up and down stroking himself. The owner reaches out and his fingers are on your blouse, unbuttoning it. You look back and forth between the two men wondering what to say as the owner finishes unbuttoning your blouse and unclips your bra. Your tits fall out, the cool restaurant air tightens your nipples, making them.