The Dance (standard:romance, 2209 words)
Author: Rich Eubanks	Added: Oct 03 2008	Views/Reads: 3527/2403	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A couple who've been married a very long time enjoy an anniversary in a rather unusual way. Who say's that marriage has to get stale!

It was their twenty-eighth anniversary, and the first time they'd been
out together dancing in so many years that neither remembered the last 
time.  Not that they led a boring life or anything..., they just hadn't 
danced.  The lessons were really weird at first, and they feared they'd 
joined a bunch of real losers trying to impress each other. 

Mike and Jan almost quit the first night, but their voyeuristic
curiosity made them stay to watch the weirdo's.  Stan became their 
favorite.  What a real geek!  Thirty-something with the maturity of a 
middle-school kid.  He probably hadn't had a date in his life, but 
now..., 'Dance Fever' here he comes.  Jan actually felt sorry for him 
(hell the truth is Mike dared her to do it) and danced with Stan on 
some of the couples dances.  Now Stan's sure that Jan loves him 
secretly as much as he loves her! 

Jim and Laura were their favorite couple. Although they didn't need
anyone else to admire them!  Their closest friend was the large mirror 
on the north wall of the room.  But it turns out there were also plenty 
of really nice couples that were there to enjoy each other, the music, 
and maybe get a little exercise. 

Anyway, after four months of lessons, Mike & Jan were back to the
dancing finesse of their early dating years.  And, they selected their 
anniversary to enjoy the moment. 

The restaurant had been a little costly with only average cuisine. But
the club room was magnificent and the band exceptionally good.  They 
had the complimentary champagne, along with more attention to their 
anniversary than Mike would have liked, then went out on the floor for 
the first romantic slow dance. Three dances, of various types, later 
they returned to their secluded table and exchanged,  leftover, stale, 
bubbly for real drinks.  The room had darkened some while they'd been 
on the dance floor and the privacy allowed a very passionate kiss 
between the two lovers. 

"I love you so much!"  Mike looked deeply into Jan's green eyes as he
spoke. 

"I love you more!"  Jan smiled as she started the (who loves more) duel
that they had so often played.  "But I REALLY love that!"  Jan's 
playful smile slowly turned into a passionate one as she felt Mike's 
hands run up under her skirt towards her panties. 

It was fairly dark now and would have been impossible for anyone to see
what hands were doing under the table. 

"And I REALLY love doing it."  Mike whispered as he continued with his
beautiful wife's thighs.  Before composing himself he slid one finger 
under the elastic of Jan's thong panties  to confirm her state of 
arousal by the wetness of her vagina.  "And I REALLY love this,"  as 
Mike spoke he licked the wetness from his finger as he moved his glass 
to his mouth. 

Nobody could possibly know what was going on but the two lovers, and
this made the moment even more special. 

They danced so many dances that they had lost track of time.  Lost in
their own world, they were almost startled by the interruption, "May I 
ask for the next dance?" 

Standing by their table was a man about ten years younger than them. He
was about Mike's height and weight but very different in every other 
way.  He had black hair, brown eyes, a mustache that was very neatly 
trimmed.  And he was dressed very well.  Mike, at first, was a little 
defensive but looking at this man's friendly smile made him relax a 
bit. 

"I'm sorry if I'm out of line, but I noticed how well you two dance...,
and my wife doesn't like to..., anyway, she suggested I ask you."  The 
young man looked really nervous as he continued, "Sorry if I've butted 
in or anything."  He turned to walk away when Jan spoke quickly. 

"No, no, you weren't out of line, it just caught us off guard." Then,
turning her face to Mike, "Do you mind honey?" 



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