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Ten Cheating Wives
(Nicola Nichols)

And when they moved out on the dance floor, Matt seemed to glide. 



"You are a good dancer, "she said. 



He smiled. When the song ended, a slow one started, and Matt pulled her close against him. 



His hand grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed as he pressed her body against his, making sure her pussy rubbed against the hard bulge of his cock swelling inside his jeans.



"Now ain't this nice, you and me rubbing our bodies together like this?"



It was, but saying so didn't seem smart.



"Dancing this way lets you take the measure of a man."



"Does it?"



"You get to feel that you turned me on, and wonder if that prick is bigger or smaller than it feels and gets you thinking about how it might feel to have it inside you." 



He put his face against her neck. "And I get to think about how soft and supple you are. It makes me think that the cunt you are rubbing against me is probably nice and tight."



His words burned in her ears and made her catch her breath.



"I get even harder thinking about how warm and slippery it would feel wrapped around my prick.



"Now I doubt your old man has done much to stretch it out. But a sinewy body like that could wrap around a man so sweet."



She'd never had a man she'd just met talk to her this way before, and she could barely hold still. 



The excitement was getting to her. She didn't trust herself to speak and tried to get her mind off his cock by tracing a tattoo on his arm with a fingernail.



"What kind of tattoos do you have?" he asked.



That question seemed safe to answer. 



"None. Dan doesn't want me to have a tattoo. I mentioned the idea and he made me promise I wouldn't get one."



Matt seemed upset. "That's stupid."



They continued dancing and when the song ended, Matt took her hand and led her back to the table. 



"Dan, what's this about you not letting Adele have a tattoo?"



Dan flushed. "What do you mean?"



"I asked Adele about her tattoos and she said you wouldn't let her have one."



It was clear that Dan found Matt's disapproval nerve wracking. 



"It's just that I don't like them, that's all."



Matt slammed his hand on the table. "That sucks. Chicks with tattoos are fucking hot. Dan, I'm disappointed in you. All real bikers like their women with tattoos." 



He motioned to Betty. "Show him how a biker chick should be decorated." 



Grinning broadly, enjoying a moment in the spotlight, the girl stood and pulled her top up over her tits, showing them that they were entwined with Celtic knots. 



She pulled the top over her head and dropped it on the table. Then she faced Dan and held her breasts out to him. 



"My babies love having all the great swirlies Ronnie put on them and it makes the guys want to suck them."



"I want you to show him my favorite tat, Betty," Matt said.



Betty smiled at him and began undoing her shorts. She wore no panties and her yellow bush showed as she opened them and pulled them down. 



On her inner thigh, near her cunt was a tattoo of a wolf leering and the initials FBLL under it. 



She lifted her foot, putting her leg across Dan's lap, resting her foot on the seat between him and Ronnie and she pointed to the tattoo. 



"See? That's the one Matt likes best."



"FBLL?" Adele asked.



Betty wiggled her ass. "Fucked by Los Lobos."