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The club was packed. The air was thick with perfume and sweat and cologne. There were almost no couples there who had come together. People were trying to meet Mr. or Mrs. Right, right now and right away. The music pounded, making conversation difficult on the floor, impossible near the speakers, and just a shade above possible at the tables.Julie was toying with her drink while condensation formed on the glass. She was oblivious to the other women around her and to their lively conversations, even though they were part of her normal girls’ night out posse. She glanced again at her watch and then around the room.”Oh, hell no,” Penny said looking at her friend. “Please tell me you didn’t invite someone to our girl’s night out.” Julie glanced at her with a guilty look appearing on her face. “No. I am not going to be your alibi. Why the fuck are you stepping out on Roger anyway? That man loves you. He cherishes you. If I wasn’t married, I’d be all over him.” She was spared a response with the arrival of a young man making a beeline to their table. It was obvious that his arrival was not only expected but had been planned.”Julie,” Rosie hissed, Sex hikayeleri “this is a GIRL’S night out. He doesn’t seem very feminine to me. Our husbands already dislike our going out like this. If they were to know that you brought…””Brad,” Julie offered, looking at her companion with adoration. “I just needed…””Julie,” was heard again. But this voice was much deeper than Penny’s or Rosie’s. As one, every head at the table swiveled and saw Roger standing close by. “I suspected…” was all he got out before his face crumpled and tears formed in his eyes. “How could you…””Don’t,” Julie snarled, surprising her friends. “We will talk about this later. You will not embarrass me in front of my friends and Brad.””Do NOT pull us into this,” Julie said. “We are happily married and plan on staying that way. Don’t try to protect your behavior behind us. Roger, this is as much as a surprise to us as it is to you.””Why Julie,” Roger implored. “Why would you throw away five years of marriage?”Julie looked around and noticed that the music had paused. Since they were all speaking louder to be heard above the music, everyone Sikiş hikayeleri in the club had heard the last few sentences.”Fine, you want to do this in public? Let’s do this in public.” Julie then got up and walked over to the DJ booth. The door had been left unlocked and she bounded up the five stairs leading to the control panel where the DJ would make the rare announcement while queuing up the music. Standing in the booth allowed him to look out over the entire floor. Now Julie had the same view.”Turn up the lights, please,” she said to the DJ. Realizing that this might turn out badly he just turned to her, uncertainty etched on his face. “TURN UP THE GODDAMN LIGHTS,” she bellowed. He quickly complied and everyone was suddenly bathed in the harsh glare of reality.She gestured to the mike and he turned it on for her, his hands shaking. She saw the bouncers slowly working their way to the booth, intent on ending this before it got out of hand.”You want to know why, Roger? Fine. Because Brad is a much superior lover than you have ever been.” Her voice was echoing out of the speakers. Roger’s face turned to the floor, Erotik hikaye burning bright red with embarrassment. “Seriously. His three-and-a-half inches is all I need. Why does someone, ANYONE, need nine inches?” The bouncers stopped approaching the booth to turn to Jim with admiration on their faces.”And you’re as thick as my wrist. Do you ever see me trying to fist myself? Why would I want something that big inside of me?” She held up her forearm as a visual aid with the fingers of her right hand circling her left wrist.”And eating me out. Why? You’re not actually eating anything. You get no nourishment from it. Is it that you’re trying to return to the womb? Trying to talk to your inner newborn? If I gave you the chance, you would spend hours with your face between my legs.”By this time, some of the women on the dance floor had started sliding up to Roger. “Um, excuse me,” a petite, attractive Asian woman, Elizabeth, said, directing her voice toward the DJ booth. “Does he actually enjoy doing that?” The woman’s eyes darted between the booth and Roger, taking in his broad shoulders and muscular frame.”Yes, he loves doing that!” Julie was sure she had found a kindred spirit, someone who understood her. “He would eat me morning, noon, and night. Who has that kind of time? Especially when he fucks for hours and recovers right after he cums and then fucks again and again and again.”
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