I swallowed my pride, and more of my drink. “I’m glad you’re having a good time. I actually enjoyed watching you.”
She smiled at me, leaning in to give me a kiss – which I happily reciprocated. She spoke openly. “Ikechukwu seemed to enjoy himself. He was showering me with compliments.” Her tone was exaggerated and playful.
That definitely piqued my interest, “Oh? What was he saying?”
“He said I was very attractive and that he remembered me from the Ibadan conference last year.” she blushed, pausing for a moment.
I nearly choked. I was stunned by how forward he was with her. “Really?”
She nodded her head, still blushing. I could tell the excitement from the dance was compounded by the alcohol she had been consuming, her next words were a shock to me.
“He was even pointing out some of the other women out there, saying they would kill to have my curves.” When she said it I noticed a glimmer of excitement in her eyes, a look that I hadn’t seen in many years. She composed herself after the comment, suddenly realizing Ikechukwu’s words may have upset me, “Are you angry?”
I swallowed, cleared my throat, and felt a nervous energy. “I’m more shocked than angry.”
“Is it so hard to believe another man might find me attractive?” She was suddenly upset, almost as if his words had reminded her that I hadn’t been very complimentary as of late. She was right, and I felt like an asshole.
“Of course not babe! You are the most beautiful woman in here. I’m just surprised he would be so forward as to say that. He’s a director for the company for God’s sake.” I realized the alcohol may be partially to blame, continuing, “Maybe he’s had a few too many.”
She frowned again, perhaps realizing she was guilty of that as well. “I think everyone has. I’ll tell him I’m tired if he asks to dance again.”
For some reason, that comment caused a strange feeling of disappointment, and I heard myself say. “You don’t have to do that, Eni. I can’t dance tonight, and I want you to enjoy yourself.”
She gave me a quizzical look but took a sip of her drink and raised her eyebrows to speak, “Are you sure?” She smiled sweetly at me. “It’s not very often you allow me to dance with other men.” She giggled.
Before I could reply to her teasing comment Ikechukwu had returned. He stood behind me, clasping his hands once again around my shoulders, speaking to Eniola. “Ready for round two?”
My wife, still panting from their first bout, looked at me and then at Ikechukwu – responding with a smile. “My goodness. I guess I’m going to get a workout tonight.”
Ikechukwu chuckled, “We are just getting started Eniola.” He moved from behind me and lifted her out of her seat, his large hands steadying her at the waist as he did.
“Be right back.” Eni said to me with a parting smile. I watched on in equal parts, excitement and regret as they walked back to the dance floor. Ikechukwu was somehow so naturally assertive with my wife.
Their next bout on the dance floor proved to be more flirtatious, but the alcoholic haze permeating the room somehow tempered that reality. I couldn’t help but notice a bizarre chemistry between the two of them. They now moved like they had known each other for years. My wife seemed so comfortable in his arms. The thought of that bothered me more than I anticipated, but I inexplicably sat in a strange state of arousal, watching my wife dance with another man.
I looked on as they began pressing their bodies into one another. This time they were less concerned with decorum and more concerned with having fun. I watched in horror as Ikechukwu suddenly grabbed my wife’s ass during a faster section. I couldn’t believe it! His large hands were now resting comfortably on her plump behind.
Absurdly, I felt my dick begin to strain in my pants. What the hell was going on out there? They continued on like that for some time, exploring one another’s bodies. My wife had her hands on his shoulders, on his back, pressed against his chest. Their faces were close, whispering comments to one another. I would have killed somebody to know what they were saying.
The dance number changed once again, and Ikechukwu once again spun my wife around. In a cloudy moment, I thought I saw a large bulge in his trouser, but the moment was gone as he pulled my wife’s bottom back into him. She planted her ass back into his groin, her eyes a glaze, her hair a mess.
Ikechukwu looked over in my direction, noticing me. I froze, unable to peel my eyes away from the erotic and taboo scene playing out in front of me. I couldn’t believe my wife was rubbing her gorgeous ass onto another man’s crotch. It had all happened so fast, and I truly didn’t know how to react to it.
Suddenly, Ikechukwu smiled in my direction. He gave me a thumbs-up. I instinctively nodded in response. The entire exchange was surreal, and I quickly looked around to make sure no one else was noticing what was going on. If anyone did, they were giving me no signs. Ikechukwu was now whispering into my wife’s ear, and her eyes were closed – listening.
Just when I thought the taboo nature of the moment had maxed out, I looked on in amazement as Ikechukwu began to cup and grope Eniola’s breasts. It wasn’t in an overt way, but it was clear that he was copping a feel every few seconds. Her eyes remained closed as he explored her curves.
His hands roamed down her breasts towards her tummy and back up once again to squeeze them. Suddenly, the song ended, and so did their embrace. Eniola was blushing a deep shade of red as she made her way back to the table. Ikechukwu reached for his phone to take a call, stepping away into the crowd.
My wife sat back down, breathing heavily, and clearly embarrassed. At first, neither of us said anything, but after a few moments, my wife found her voice.
“I think I’ve had too much to drink.” She looked at me, scared, apologetic.
It was strange. I wanted to be furious. I wanted to stand up and cause a scene. I didn’t, however. I was confused, embarrassed, but mostly – excited. Somehow, against all odds, against every jealous memory – I had enjoyed watching this man touch my wife.
The realization made me smile absurdly, and I rode that wave of newfound knowledge into a confident reply.
“Did you have fun?” I somehow managed smugly. “From the looks of it you two have known each other for years.”
Eniola looked stunned and entirely embarrassed.
“I know, I’m sorry. I bet you’re mad.”
“If you had fun. I’m not mad.” I smiled again. “Did you have fun?”
“I… Y-Yeah. The dancing was fun.” My wife fumbled for words.
“I noticed you two talking a lot out there. What were you discussing?” I inquired cheekily.
Eniola’s embarrassment turned to mortification. She covered her face with her hands. “I don’t know!” She replied, clearly frazzled.
“Sure you don’t! Come on Eni. Tell me. I’m really not mad.” I paused, trying to encourage her. “I enjoyed watching you out there.”
She looked up at me, alcohol, arousal, and shame all present in her eyes.
“He, umm. H-He… asked me – If I liked how it felt.”
“How what felt? The dancing?” I replied naively.
“No.”
“Then what babe?” I was legitimately confused.
Her frustration came through at that moment, my wife blurting. “His dick, Folarin!”
My world stopped spinning. Her comment was too lewd, too taboo. It caused a short-circuiting to my normal thought process.
“Wait. What?” It was all I could offer. I shook my head, not believing what I had heard.
“I don’t know! I was just enjoying the moment and dancing, and I felt him. It felt really big! It confused me!” My wife replied breathlessly.
“So you kept rubbing your butt on it?” I truly couldn’t believe my ears. I was incredulous.
Eniola nodded meekly. She spoke, her voice so quiet I could barely hear her over the music. “I don’t know what happened baby. I’m sor-”
“Don’t apologize Eni. I’m just processing it.” I couldn’t believe where my head was at. I was so aroused by her actions, by the sight of her. I didn’t have any idea where these feelings were coming from, but I much preferred them to a jealous rage.
“How are you not mad? Jesus, I think we’ve both had one too many drinks.” She replied, nerves frazzled. However, I could hear the relief in her voice as well.
“I don’t know babe. I really don’t. But to be honest, I find you incredibly sexy right now.”
Her eyes perked up, and she smiled at my comment. I could see an arousal there, a deep one. She spoke, and I could sense that my approval had given her some confidence, “Are you telling me that you enjoyed watching me be naughty?”
Before I could reply, the familiar sensation of Ikechukwu’s large hands clamping down on my shoulders had returned.
“Ready for round three?” He boomed, seemingly unconcerned with how I felt about him groping my wife a few minutes earlier. Maybe he really was drunk.
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