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'Stand-In' Wife | LWeibull2 | 8

 

Amy strutted over to TJ and joined him on the bed, looking enthusiasticly at his laptop. I slouched after and sat down next to them, pretending to give a fuck about TJ:s stupid iTunes-library. I just wanted to go to bed. Preferably with Amy.

But she looked far from sleepy as she scrolled through the endless list of songs on the screen.

"Oh my god, you have so much good music!" she said. "KRS-One, De La Soul, A Tribe Called Quest, all the good stuff!"

"Yeah, I'm keeping it old school. I used to be a DJ back in the day. You should have seen me back then, girl!" TJ laughed with a warm chuckle. "But I got tons of modern pop-stuff in there too".

"Oh, the latest R Kelly! And Oh. My. God! The new Rihanna-single!" Amy almost screamed.

I listened on as the two of them kept name-dropping urban music acts. As far as I was concerned they might as well have been talking about quantum physics.

"Your wife has great taste in music, Matt. How about you, any requests?" TJ asked in an attempt to invite me to the activity.

"Uhm, got any Springsteen in there? Or Bob Dylan?" I asked.

"Not unless they've been sampled by a rapper," TJ replied. Amy giggled.

And the humiliation continued as Amy put on the first song and cranked the volume up. Screaming "We have to dance, Matt! I love this one!" she rushed to her feet and dragged me to the make-shift dance floor.

She started moving smoothly to the steady beat and bass line. I vaguely recalled hearing the song on the radio, but that didn't help my akward moves. But Amy was a great dancer, winding and wiggling sensually to the beat, raising her arms behind her head and making her massive boobs look like they would pop out of her dress at any second.

The lyrics kicked in and they were about women, or 'bitches' and their bottoms. And about touching them in an anything but considerate manner. More people joined in with equally provocative moves. I myself was doing a very unintentional robot-dance.

The song slipped into the chorus and a woman's voice took over, with a yearinging and panting singing voice. Amy suddenly turned around and bent over in front of me. Her tiny dress rode up a bit, offering a great view of her absolutely glorious ass and thighs. She wiggled her perfectly round butt in front of me and sang along in the chorus: "Bending over for you baby, backing that ass up baby... smack that ass up baby, oh oh oh baby, smack that ass up baby!"

She looked back at me over her shoulder with a seductive glance, raising her index finger to the corner of her parted lips.

I almost fainted instantly. Probably because all blood in my head rushed down to my cock. I tried to dance along but unfortunately my hips were as rigid as my dick. 'My wife's' raunchy moves made me freeze up completely. I had no idea if she was actually coming on to me or if she was just dancing and joking. And my massive erection was embarrasing.

I mumbled something of an excuse, left the dance floor and flopped down in a small armchair to conceal my raging boner.

Amy looked a bit surprised and disappointed, but remained on the floor and looked around for a new dance partner. By now, TJ, The Tyler brothers, 'Terrible Barbie' and even 'Old Man' Carver were on their feet.

 

Bad move! What happens next?


          More dirty dancing

          The unexpected.

 
 
 

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