I swallowed my pride, and more of my drink. \u201cI\u2019m glad you\u2019re having a good time. I actually enjoyed watching you.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled at me, leaning in to give me a kiss \u2013 which I happily reciprocated. She spoke openly. \u201cIkechukwu seemed to enjoy himself. He was showering me with compliments.\u201d Her tone was exaggerated and playful.<\/p>\n
That definitely piqued my interest, \u201cOh? What was he saying?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said I was very attractive and that he remembered me from the Ibadan conference last year.\u201d she blushed, pausing for a moment.<\/p>\n
I nearly choked. I was stunned by how forward he was with her. \u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was even pointing out some of the other women out there, saying they would kill to have my curves.\u201d When she said it I noticed a glimmer of excitement in her eyes, a look that I hadn\u2019t seen in many years. She composed herself after the comment, suddenly realizing Ikechukwu\u2019s words may have upset me, \u201cAre you angry?\u201d<\/p>\n
I swallowed, cleared my throat, and felt a nervous energy. \u201cI\u2019m more shocked than angry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs it so hard to believe another man might find me attractive?\u201d She was suddenly upset, almost as if his words had reminded her that I hadn\u2019t been very complimentary as of late. She was right, and I felt like an asshole.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course not babe! You are the most beautiful woman in here. I\u2019m just surprised he would be so forward as to say that. He\u2019s a director for the company for God\u2019s sake.\u201d I realized the alcohol may be partially to blame, continuing, \u201cMaybe he\u2019s had a few too many.\u201d<\/p>\n
She frowned again, perhaps realizing she was guilty of that as well. \u201cI think everyone has. I\u2019ll tell him I\u2019m tired if he asks to dance again.\u201d<\/p>\n
For some reason, that comment caused a strange feeling of disappointment, and I heard myself say. \u201cYou don\u2019t have to do that, Eni. I can\u2019t dance tonight, and I want you to enjoy yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n
She gave me a quizzical look but took a sip of her drink and raised her eyebrows to speak, \u201cAre you sure?\u201d She smiled sweetly at me. \u201cIt\u2019s not very often you allow me to dance with other men.\u201d She giggled.<\/p>\n
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. \u201cReady for round two?\u201d<\/p>\n
My wife, still panting from their first bout, looked at me and then at Ikechukwu \u2013 responding with a smile. \u201cMy goodness. I guess I\u2019m going to get a workout tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ikechukwu chuckled, \u201cWe are just getting started Eniola.\u201d He moved from behind me and lifted her out of her seat, his large hands steadying her at the waist as he did.<\/p>\n
\u201cBe right back.\u201d 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.<\/p>\n
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\u2019t 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.<\/p>\n
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\u2019s ass during a faster section. I couldn\u2019t believe it! His large hands were now resting comfortably on her plump behind.<\/p>\n
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\u2019s 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.<\/p>\n
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\u2019s bottom back into him. She planted her ass back into his groin, her eyes a glaze, her hair a mess.<\/p>\n
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\u2019t believe my wife was rubbing her gorgeous ass onto another man\u2019s crotch. It had all happened so fast, and I truly didn\u2019t know how to react to it.<\/p>\n
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\u2019s ear, and her eyes were closed \u2013 listening.<\/p>\n
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\u2019s breasts. It wasn\u2019t 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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think I\u2019ve had too much to drink.\u201d She looked at me, scared, apologetic.<\/p>\n
It was strange. I wanted to be furious. I wanted to stand up and cause a scene. I didn\u2019t, however. I was confused, embarrassed, but mostly \u2013 excited. Somehow, against all odds, against every jealous memory \u2013 I had enjoyed watching this man touch my wife.<\/p>\n
The realization made me smile absurdly, and I rode that wave of newfound knowledge into a confident reply.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you have fun?\u201d I somehow managed smugly. \u201cFrom the looks of it you two have known each other for years.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eniola looked stunned and entirely embarrassed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know, I\u2019m sorry. I bet you\u2019re mad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you had fun. I\u2019m not mad.\u201d I smiled again. \u201cDid you have fun?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2026 Y-Yeah. The dancing was fun.\u201d My wife fumbled for words.<\/p>\n
\u201cI noticed you two talking a lot out there. What were you discussing?\u201d I inquired cheekily.<\/p>\n
Eniola\u2019s embarrassment turned to mortification. She covered her face with her hands. \u201cI don\u2019t know!\u201d She replied, clearly frazzled.<\/p>\n
\u201cSure you don\u2019t! Come on Eni. Tell me. I\u2019m really not mad.\u201d I paused, trying to encourage her. \u201cI enjoyed watching you out there.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked up at me, alcohol, arousal, and shame all present in her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe, umm. H-He\u2026 asked me \u2013 If I liked how it felt.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow what felt? The dancing?\u201d I replied naively.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what babe?\u201d I was legitimately confused.<\/p>\n
Her frustration came through at that moment, my wife blurting. \u201cHis dick, Folarin!\u201d<\/p>\n
My world stopped spinning. Her comment was too lewd, too taboo. It caused a short-circuiting to my normal thought process.<\/p>\n
\u201cWait. What?\u201d It was all I could offer. I shook my head, not believing what I had heard.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know! I was just enjoying the moment and dancing, and I felt him. It felt really big! It confused me!\u201d My wife replied breathlessly.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you kept rubbing your butt on it?\u201d I truly couldn\u2019t believe my ears. I was incredulous.<\/p>\n
Eniola nodded meekly. She spoke, her voice so quiet I could barely hear her over the music. \u201cI don\u2019t know what happened baby. I\u2019m sor-\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t apologize Eni. I\u2019m just processing it.\u201d I couldn\u2019t believe where my head was at. I was so aroused by her actions, by the sight of her. I didn\u2019t have any idea where these feelings were coming from, but I much preferred them to a jealous rage.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow are you not mad? Jesus, I think we\u2019ve both had one too many drinks.\u201d She replied, nerves frazzled. However, I could hear the relief in her voice as well.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know babe. I really don\u2019t. But to be honest, I find you incredibly sexy right now.\u201d<\/p>\n
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, \u201cAre you telling me that you enjoyed watching me be naughty?\u201d<\/p>\n
Before I could reply, the familiar sensation of Ikechukwu\u2019s large hands clamping down on my shoulders had returned.<\/p>\n
\u201cReady for round three?\u201d He boomed, seemingly unconcerned with how I felt about him groping my wife a few minutes earlier. Maybe he really was drunk.<\/p>\n