This Was Supposed to Be a Game, But Then She Said, ‘Do It.

“You like that, don’t you?” she purrs, her voice low and sultry, brushing against my ear as her body presses closer to mine on the dance floor. Her hips sway hypnotically, her dress clinging to her curves as she grinds against me. But it’s not me she’s focused on. My hands grip her waist, pulling her back into me as I watch her face—watch \*him\*—over her shoulder. The way he stands there, jaw tight, eyes locked on her, his hands clenched at his sides as if he’s trying to resist the urge to touch her. To claim her.

And she knows it.

She knows exactly what she’s doing.

Her lips curl into a sly smile as she tilts her head, letting her hair cascade over one shoulder, exposing the curve of her neck. She’s teasing him, flirting with him, right in front of me, and the look in her eyes… it’s not just for show. There’s something electric between them, something raw and undeniable. My stomach churns, but not because I’m upset. No, this is exactly what I wanted. What we \*both\* wanted.

But now, standing here, feeling the heat of her against me, watching the way she arches her back to press against him even more, I can’t help but wonder if this is still just a game to her. Or if she’s starting to lose herself in it.

“Look at him,” she says, her voice dripping with honey as she slides one hand down the front of my jeans, her fingers tracing the bulge there. “He wants me so bad. Doesn’t he?”

I swallow hard, nodding, unable to tear my gaze away from him. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes that seem to burn right through me. His shirt stretches tight across his chest, the sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with muscle. He looks dangerous, the kind of guy who gets what he wants without asking twice. And right now, he wants her.

She shifts her weight slightly, moving her hips in a slow, deliberate circle, her gaze never leaving his. “Does it turn you on, knowing he’s looking at me like that? Knowing he could have me if he just reached out and took me?”

[“Fuck, yes,” I groan, tightening](https://www.redquill.net/story/xfgcq2-my-wifes-cheating-desire-and-club-seduction?utm_source=reddit&utm_id=breakingcanon) my grip on her waist as she grinds harder against me. My cock throbs painfully in my pants, desperate for release, but I don’t let go. I can’t. Not yet. Not when she’s still so close, so warm, so real.

She laughs softly, a sound that sends shivers down my spine, then turns her attention back to him. “Do you want to feel him, baby?” she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. “Do you want to see how big he is? How much he wants me?”

My breath hitches, my pulse racing as I nod again, unable to form words. She smirks, then steps away from me, turning fully to face him. Her hips sway as she walks toward him, her dress riding up to reveal the smooth skin of her thighs. He doesn’t move, doesn’t say a word, just watches her approach with a look of pure hunger in his eyes.

When she reaches him, she stops just inches away, tilting her head back to meet his gaze. “Hi,” she says simply, her voice soft but confident.

He doesn’t respond right away, just stares at her for a long moment before finally speaking. “Hi,” he rasps, his voice deep and rough, like he’s been holding back for too long.

She smiles, slow and seductive, then reaches out and places her hand on his chest. “You were checking me out earlier, weren’t you?”

His eyes widen slightly, but he doesn’t deny it. “Yeah,” he admits, his voice thick with desire. “You’re… beautiful.”

Her grin widens, and she bites her lip, clearly enjoying the effect she’s having on him. “I know,” she says matter-of-factly, then steps even closer, pressing her body against his. “But do you know what else I am?”

He shakes his head, his breathing uneven as she runs her fingers down his chest, stopping just above the button of his jeans. “I’m yours for the taking,” she whispers, her voice dripping with temptation. “If you want me.”

His eyes flicker to mine, almost as if he’s seeking permission, but I stay silent, my heart pounding in my chest as I watch the scene unfold. She’s giving him everything, offering herself to him without hesitation, and all I can do is stand there and let it happen. Because this is what I wanted. This is what we both wanted.

But now, as I watch her unbutton his jeans, her fingers trembling slightly with anticipation, I can’t help but wonder if this is still just a fantasy… or if it’s something more.

His whispered name, “Sam,” breaks the tension. Her head jerks toward me, her dark eyes locking onto mine, questioning, challenging. Her lips part slightly, and for a moment, she hesitates, her fingers still resting on the button of his jeans. The music pulses around us, drowning out everything but the raw need coursing through me. I can see it in her face—the uncertainty, the desire, the fear that this might be real. But beneath it all, there’s hunger. A hunger that matches my own.

“Do you want this?” she asks, her voice barely audible over the bassline. Her gaze doesn’t waver, and for a second, I think she’s not even talking to Sam. She’s talking to me. Asking me if I’m sure. If \*we’re\* sure.

I don’t answer right away. Instead, I let the silence stretch between us, watching as her chest rises and falls with each heavy breath. Sam shifts uncomfortably beside her, his hands hovering awkwardly at his sides. He looks torn, caught between the overwhelming temptation of the woman in front of him and the uncertainty of how far this will go. His eyes dart to me again, seeking guidance, but I’m too caught up in the moment to give him anything.

My pulse throbs in my throat, and I feel my body tighten with anticipation. I want to say yes. I \*need\* to say yes. But something holds me back, some primal instinct screaming at me to stop this before it goes too far. Yet, I can’t deny the thrill coursing through my veins, the way my skin prickles at the thought of what might happen next.

Finally, I nod, my voice hoarse when I speak. “Do it.”

Her breath hitches, and a small, triumphant smile curves her lips. She turns back to Sam, her fingers moving faster now, deftly unbuttoning his jeans. He gasps softly as she pulls the zipper down, her touch both deliberate and teasing. The heat between them is palpable, and I can see the strain in Sam’s face as he tries to maintain control.

“Easy,” she murmurs, her voice low and sultry as she brushes her hand against the edge of his boxers. “You don’t want to rush this, do you?”

He shakes his head, swallowing hard as she traces a lazy circle around the waistband of his underwear. Her other hand slides up his chest, grazing over his nipple through his shirt, and he lets out a shaky breath, his restraint crumbling more with every second she touches him.

I watch, mesmerized, as she continues to work her magic on him. Her movements are slow, almost torturous, and I can tell she’s savoring every moment of his discomfort. And then, without warning, she steps back, giving him a coy smile.

“Take your pants off,” she commands, her voice smooth and confident. “I want to see you.”

Sam glances at me again, his expression one of disbelief mixed with undeniable lust. He hesitates, but only for a moment. Then, with a deep breath, he bends down and shimmies out of his jeans, standing before us in nothing but his boxers. His erection strains against the fabric, and I can’t help but notice how hard he is, how much he wants her.

She doesn’t waste any time. Stepping closer, she runs her fingertips along the outline of his cock, making him gasp. “You like that, huh?” she teases, her voice dripping with amusement.

He nods, unable to form words as she continues to stroke him through his underwear. Her nails graze the sensitive skin just above the waistband, and he shudders, his hands gripping the edge of the table for support.

“Let’s get these off,” she says, pulling him closer by the waistband of his boxers. With a quick tug, she yanks them down, freeing his cock from its confines. He’s fully erect now, standing proudly, and I can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy mingled with arousal as I watch her take him in.

“Beautiful,” she murmurs, her fingers wrapping around his shaft. She strokes him slowly, her eyes never leaving his face as she watches the effect she has on him. He groans, his hips twitching as she tightens her grip, picking up the pace.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his eyes closing as she works him harder. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

She laughs softly, leaning in to brush her lips against his ear. “Oh, we’re just getting started,” she whispers, letting her tongue dart out to taste his skin. He gasps, his entire body tensing as she nips at his earlobe, her teeth grazing lightly before sucking it into her mouth.

“Jesus,” he mutters, grabbing her hips to steady himself. But she doesn’t stop. Instead, she bites down harder, her free hand sliding down to cup his balls, squeezing gently. He groans louder, his head falling back as she continues to torment him, alternating between rough and tender touches that leave him helpless.

I can’t look away, my heart pounding in my ears as I watch her bring him to the brink. Her movements are deliberate, calculated, and I can see the satisfaction in her eyes as she pushes him further. And then, just when I think he’s about to explode, she releases him, stepping back with a knowing smirk.

“Not yet,” she says, her voice low and husky. “I’ve got other plans for you.”

Sam opens his eyes, looking dazed and completely under her spell. He starts to ask what she means, but she cuts him off, pressing a finger to his lips.

“Shh,” she says, her tone playful but firm. “Just trust me.”

With that, she turns to me, her eyes blazing with intensity. “Come here,” she commands, crooking her finger. My breath catches in my throat as I obey, stepping closer until I’m standing right in front of her. She reaches out, trailing her fingers down my chest, and I feel a shiver run through me at her touch.

“Have you ever done this before?” she asks, her voice soft but probing.

I shake my head, unsure of how to respond. “No,” I admit, my voice trembling. “But I… I want to.”

A wicked grin spreads across her face, and she pulls me closer, her lips brushing against my ear. “Good boy,” she purrs, her breath hot against my skin. “Because I’m going to teach you exactly what to do.”

Before I can react, she grabs my hand and presses it against Sam’s cock, guiding my fingers to stroke him in sync with her own. He groans, his eyes rolling back as our hands move together, working him in perfect harmony.

“That’s it,” she encourages, her voice dripping with approval. “Feel how hard he is for you. How much he wants this.”

I close my eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations flooding through me. The heat of Sam’s skin, the sound of his ragged breaths, the smell of sweat and arousal mingling in the air—it’s intoxicating. And then, she leans in closer, her lips brushing against my neck as she whispers, “Now kiss him.”

My eyes fly open, and I turn to look at her, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. “What?”

She smiles, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “You heard me,” she says, pushing me toward Sam. “Kiss him. Show him how much you want this.”

I hesitate, unsure if I can really go through with it. But then Sam moves closer, his breath warm against my cheek, and I realize there’s no turning back.