The Dance
Be careful what you fantasize about, it may come true
Unusual desires lead to a tangled web of relationships and emotions
I saw my friend Dave across the way at the after-hours social at work. I asked him if he had met my wife.
“No?” he said in a mixture of surprise and curiosity, almost as a question.
I quickly found Anna and introduced them. I smiled as she held out her hand. She shook his hand hard and looked him in the eye. He smiled broadly, clearly enjoying what he was seeing.
I always enjoyed introducing my wife to my work colleagues. Maybe I was showing off my pretty young wife. It felt good when the men I introduced her to looked at her approvingly. I could not understand it myself. I know some men get upset when other men look at their wives in a certain way. I liked it when they did.
Sometimes she would chat with them a few minutes. I would withdraw from the conversation and stand there smiling. The way she touched her hair while she looked at them, appearing interested in what they were saying, felt good to me. I noticed gestures or casual innocent touches between them, and it made me smile. Sometimes she would lick her lips the way she does before kissing me and I felt a thrill.
I liked it even better if she appeared to like them, or if she mentioned them later. It also gave me a thrill when the men I introduced her to would say things about her later, like how she was attractive or how they enjoyed meeting her. Some people would get jealous or upset if men talked about their wives, but it always excited me.
I am not a social butterfly, so I enjoyed her enjoyment of a social situation. She can talk to anyone for half an hour about anything. Some nights I would barely say a word as she chatted with several of my male coworkers. Sometimes the men would look at me as if to make sure things were ok. I would just smile and nod.
One night we went to a company dinner and there was dancing after.
I knew she loved dancing. She knew all the dances and all the moves. She was very coordinated and a little bit athletic, so it was no surprise that she was a good dancer. I was none of those things. I was clumsy and had no sense of rhythm. I did not know any dances or moves. She tried to teach me, but I never could get it. The few times we danced was awkward for both of us.
She was hesitant to go but went wearing a very sexy blue dress. I was relieved when a coworker approached us and asked me if it was ok to ask her to dance. I told him it was, and she happily accepted an opportunity to do something she loved doing.
Moments later she was gliding around the dance floor effortlessly like a professional. People were watching her because she really was graceful, and she looked very sexy in that blue dress. Soon other coworkers were asking her to dance. There were men lined up waiting to dance with her. She looked to me for approval and my smile told her to do what she wanted.
She danced for a solid two hours. She was sweating and would come back to my table between dances for a sip of her drink. I made sure her drink was always there and encouraged her to continue. She started with plain soda, but I started giving her sips of a margarita between dances, and that pleased her.
Late in the evening, the music slowed and she came back to the table for a drink and a short rest.
My pal Dave appeared out of nowhere. I didn’t know he was even there. He looked at me quizzically, and I nodded to Anna. He asked her to dance and she accepted.
“Next song?” she said as she smiled at him.
The next song was even slower.
“Here is something to get you lovebirds in the mood,” the bandleader said as they started a slow romantic tune.
Anna looked at me and mouthed the words, “Is this ok?”
Dave did the same as he took her hand.
I nodded to them both and waved to the dance floor.
They were not gliding around the floor. They were holding each other in an embrace and slowly moving to the music. At first, they managed to keep their bodies a few inches apart, but soon their bodies were touching.
I felt a rush of adrenaline, and my heart was pounding.
There was no jealousy or angst. I could only think about how sexy she looked in the arms of my friend Dave. He was a good dancer and it was clear he was enjoying holding my pretty wife close. I wondered if he was as turned on by this as I was. Surely he must be. And my pretty wife Anna was clearly in her element and seemed completely comfortable in his embrace.
Thinking about how another man is feeling while holding your wife would make a lot of people upset or jealous. I was turned on by how erotic the spectacle was. I felt so proud of her. She had taken over and enchanted a whole room with her dancing. Showing some leg with that pretty blue dress just added to the excitement. Now she was slow dancing to a romantic tune in the arms of a friend of mine. I smiled and watched them closely. Every step they took was a thrill to me.
The song ended and the music stopped, but they did not return to the table. They kept dancing slowly with their bodies touching as the next song started. It was another slow-moving romantic song, and the closeness seemed quite natural. Even so, they were holding each other awfully close, clearly enjoying each other.
My heart skipped a beat when I saw he had his hand on her behind. She clearly did not object. I felt myself getting aroused. There was no denying that I enjoyed what I was seeing as much as they were enjoying being close. His hand was rubbing her behind in a sensual manner and he was pretty much hugging her instead of a soft embrace. She clearly was enjoying the moment with him, holding him as close as he was holding her.
During the song, she rested her head on his shoulder and was completely relaxed as he held her close. She seemed to be pressing her body against him. They were barely moving when the song ended, and they continued their embrace for several seconds after the music stopped.
Dave avoided eye contact with me as he escorted her back to the table. He left quickly.
Anna was blushing and her face looked flushed.
She hugged me and kissed me on my lips.
“I guess I got a little carried away, I’m sorry baby,” she said and kissed me again.
I told her it was fine.
“You were beautiful out there on the floor,” I said.
“Thank you, baby,” she said and with a mischievous grin rubbed my leg with her hand.
“You forgive me then?” she chuckled.
“There’s nothing to forgive sweetie. You were wonderful tonight.” I responded.
An awkward silence followed. We were both confused and didn’t know what to say I guess. She had just enjoyed the embrace of another man. It was more than just dancing. We both knew this but could not find any words. It felt like an unnamed boundary had been broken, but I had no idea how to articulate or understand what had happened. I only knew I was very aroused by it and sensed she was as well.
We rode back home in silence.
As we neared our street I felt her hand touch my arm.
“Are you upset with me baby? I am so sorry,” she said, seeming almost in tears.
“I’m not upset at all sweetie,” I responded. “I just don’t know what to say.”
We didn’t speak again until we were inside the house.
“Come to bed,” she said.
I followed without a word.
She took off her clothes and threw them across a chair. Very unlike her to be so casual with nice clothes. She threw herself down on the bed, on her back with her legs spread
“Come here,” she said.
I undressed and joined her in the bed. There was no need for foreplay. We had passionate sex like we had the night we got married. Indeed it had been years since we had made love with such passion. She kissed me harder and held me closer than she had ever before. Even after I finished she kept kissing me and held me tight for a long time.
***
When I woke the next morning she was already up and I smelled bacon cooking. She was in the kitchen making breakfast. It was my favorite. Bacon, Sausage, eggs, biscuits, and gravy. Coffee was already poured and the table looked like we had guests. She had out good China and the special occasion marmalade was on the table. She had the same blue dress on, with makeup, and was gorgeous.
“What’s the occasion,” I asked.
“Oh nothing, I just wanted to make my husband happy,” she said.
“You always do” I responded.
We laughed and began eating.
“Did I make you happy last night,?” she asked almost nervously.
“Sure, what’s not to like. You were beautiful last night.”
She seemed to be looking for words and not finding any. I was the same way and we ate in silence for a time.
“So you are really not upset about last night?” she asked, looking confused and almost exasperated.
“I have no idea why I should be. Should I be?” I asked with a smile.
“I guess not,” she said, looking like she was again trying to find the words she needed. She slowly shook her head as she tried to mentally grasp what had just transpired.
I told her how lovely she was the night before, and how she had impressed everyone with her dancing skills. She seemed pleased by that and looked to be relaxing.
“It is the dancing I love. It’s not the men” she finally blurted out, almost defensively.
“I loved watching you, dance sweetie,” I said trying to reassure her.
It seemed like we should be having a conflict, but there was no conflict. It still made us both a bit nervous. I should be upset I suppose. She had danced suggestively — maybe even sexually — with another man in front of me. She clearly was feeling a little guilty and expecting me to be upset. But I was not upset. I was excited. It was confusing for both of us.
“Would you like to go dancing again sometime,” I finally asked.
“Sure, as long as you are with me,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant. Her eyes betrayed her excitement.