I had always wanted to take dance lessons, and my husband Darren thought it would be exciting and fun too, so we decided to do it. We found a local dance school, and made an appointment, and pretty soon we were off to our first lesson.
The school was on the third floor of a renovated downtown building that had a beautiful view of the city. We had signed up for a private evening class, so there were no other students there when we arrived. In fact we didn’t see anyone when we first went in, but as we looked through the windows at the view a masculine voice from behind us said, “You must be Angie and Darren. Hi, I’m Dominic.”
As we turned to face him I was overwhelmed by the instructor’s striking appearance. He was about six feet one and 180 pounds, with black hair, a dark golden brown complexion and rugged good looks. He was wearing black dress pants and a loose fitting white dress shirt which he had just put on. “You can call me Dom,” he told us, smiling. “I’ll be your dance instructor this evening.”
I tried to concentrate on what this man was saying as he commenced the lesson, but I couldn’t help thinking that I would love to have him get into my pants. I didn’t think he was the kind of guy who would disappoint a woman, either, if you know what I mean!
Once the lesson started I thought I could definitely feel a little sexual tension emanating from Dom as well. When he demonstrated a movement with Darren he always kept their bodies about four inches apart but with me he would close the gap and hold me so tight that you couldn’t have wedged a piece of paper between us.
As the lesson came to an end Dom said, “Well, you both did fine. It’s been a good start, and I’ll see you on Friday, same time.” I was elated at the thought of going back for a second session.
By the fourth or fifth lesson, both Darren and I were becoming very proficient dancers, and Dom seemed very pleased with our progress. The sexual tension between us was still there, although I didn’t really think anything would come of it. I especially enjoyed the times when Darren and I were practicing the tango, and Dom would step in from behind to help with my hip placement and leg extensions. He would always pull me close against his front, pressing his rock hard cock between my ass cheeks, while at the same time Darren was pressing his cock firmly against my pussy. I usually wore black spandex tights and a white tank top with no bra, and at times like that I knew they could both see my very hard perky nipples standing out against the top, just screaming to be sucked practically saying, “I love the way you guys are pressing your cocks against me!” Darren would get so turned on that he would fuck the hell out of me as soon as we got home, and I was pretty sure Dom would have liked to do the same thing.
Then one Friday night, when it was time for us to leave for our lesson, Darren told me he wasn’t feeling very well, and suggested that I go ahead to the studio, and that he would catch up with me later. I hesitated for a moment, then put on my usual dance outfit and headed out the door. On the way my heart was pounding just a little bit faster as I thought of being all alone at the lesson with Dom.
When I got to the studio, Dom was still in the dressing room getting ready, so I began to do some warm up stretches. After a few minutes I heard the front door of the studio open and close. But whoever had come in did not enter the practice room. There was a little office off to one side, through which the practice room could be observed through a window, and though no lights came on in there, I was pretty sure the new arrival had gone into that room. And then suddenly I knew who it was, and I smiled to myself. It seemed that my husband had shown up after all, but for a show rather than a lesson. It excited me to know that Darren was just a few feet away, evidently eager to watch what might happen as I did the tango alone with our instructor. Well, I hoped he would see something that was worth seeing.
When Dom came in and asked me where Darren was, I explained that he was not feeling well, and that it would be just the two of us that night. I saw Dom’s eyes light up, and I knew he was as excited as I was.
Dom put the music on, then grabbed me by the small of my back and pulled me tight against him. We both knew this was going to be no ordinary tango night. As we spun around the dance floor the sexual tension grew palpable between us. Whenever his hand brushed over my breast in the course of the dance, it did so more and more slowly. Each time he got behind me I could feel his throbbing cock pressing into my ass. He pressed so hard that I could almost imagine what the head of his cock looked like, and I couldn’t help thinking about sucking it.
Then, about halfway through the dance, Dom began kissing my neck from behind. His mouth moved to my ear, slowly licking and sucking it, while his hands fondled my breasts. I grabbed those strong manly hands and shoved them down the front of my blouse as I arched my back, feeling his hard cock digging between my ass cheeks.
He spun me around then and began kissing me passionately, sucking my tongue and lips, while he danced me over to the mirrored wall, placing me with my back to it. The dance ended as he ripped my shirt open and started sucking my tits and licking my hard nipples. I was breathing hard, almost panting, partly from the dancing, but mostly from knowing that I was going to be fucked by my dance instructor right there in the studio.
Dom went down to his knees and quickly hiked up my skirt. Then he pulled my panties down to the floor, and I gladly stepped out of them. He began kissing my legs and thighs and quickly made his way to my pussy, where he was treated to a mouthful of my hot juices.
I brought my hand down to my throbbing cunt lips and spread them open so that Dom could get his tongue inside me. He licked me slowly, sliding his tongue from left to right and then darting it in and out of my pussy as though it was his cock. It was driving me wild! I could see myself in the mirrors on the opposite wall, my skirt pulled up, my tits out in the open as my beautiful dance instructor gave me mind blowing head. I also knew that my husband was only a few feet away, enjoying the show.
I grabbed Dom by the hair and pulled him up, then dropped to my own knees. I greedily undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants, and after momentarily fondling his cock through his briefs, I pulled out that massively swollen member and took the head of it into my mouth. It was exactly as I had imagined it, smooth, round and well defined. I took the whole shaft in my mouth several times before taking it out and making my way to his balls. I kissed, licked and sucked them gently, then made my way back up to the head of his cock and hungrily swallowed him again.
Dom tangled his fingers in my hair and slid his cock into the back of my throat. I quivered with passion as I realized that he was fucking my mouth. He was doing it delicately, however, and I reached around to grab his ass and pull him even further into my throat. I could feel that cock twitching and becoming even more engorged with blood, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he exploded and shot off like a Roman candle.
Before he could do that, however, I slowly slid my mouth off his rigid pole and started kissing my way up over his stomach and chest. As I reached his mouth Dom grabbed me and turned me around to face the mirrors. I bent over and held onto the balance bar as he slid my dress up from behind, then bent over to lick my ass and lick it very well he did! After getting my asshole very wet with his saliva, he slowly put his huge swollen cockhead into my anus, working it in until I could feel his strong thighs pressing against my buttocks.
I moaned loudly with this new sensation, arching my back to better accommodate him. His cock felt so huge, completely buried in my ass. He started to move then, slowly at first, but gradually increasing the speed of his thrusts until he was just slamming into me over and over again. My body was quaking as I rocked with him, and then I was coming, screaming with joy as wave after wave of intense pleasure overwhelmed me.
Dom stopped moving for a moment, but I knew he was on the verge of coming. I quickly drew away, then turned around and went to my knees again, grabbing his throbbing prick and jerking him off into my mouth. He cried out as he spurted again and again, and I swallowed it all. Then I sucked him clean and slowly put his cock back in his pants.
When Dom went into the dressing room to clean up, I deliberately walked around the studio with nothing on but my dancing shoes and a big smile. I knew Darren would still be watching. When I started putting my clothes on, I heard the front door open and close again as he left.
When I got home Darren was in bed, pretending to be asleep. “How was your night off?” I asked him.
He turned over and smiled at me. “Guess what,” he said. “I had the hottest dream about you and Dominic.”
“Yes,” I said walking to the shower. “I’m sure it was very hot.” A.V., Philadelphia, Pennsylvania