Brad and Sharon are a married couple that I met in my dance class. They were given a series of introductory swing lessons by Sharon's sister for their anniversary and ended up in my class. They were shy at first, embarrassed at their clumsiness, but as their abilities grew, so did their confidence. They were friendly and one of the more enjoyable and happy couples that I've taught how to dance. When you work as an instructor, you begin to see how couples act towards each other in the way they dance: couples that have stormy and unhappy relationships will be hard and rigid in their movements towards each other, and those that have good relationships generally are more graceful. I got the impression that Brad and Sharon had a fantastic relationship with each other. They were always smiling and never grew frustrated if the other didn't get the steps exactly right.
Another thing I feel that my position as a dance instructor allows me to pick up is whether a woman enjoys the feeling of another woman against them. It's my job to show everyone how to dance, and that means that I often have to assume the male position and lead the woman through the steps. You'd be surprised at how many women get uncomfortable when I hold them. Even though it's just to show them the proper place to put their feet, they're afraid that responding to me like they would a man would make them gay or bisexual. Some women just have a big hang-up about it.
Sharon wasn't like that at all. The first time I told her to hold me like she would Brad, she slid right up against me. Her body felt nice against mine and when I didn't pull away from her, she just smiled and looked up at me. Ordinarily I would have taken her actions as a sure sign of interest except that she was there with her husband.
After the first couple weeks of lessons, Brad and Sharon were progressing nicely. I told them about an extra class that the studio was hosting, and invited them to attend, which they did. It was an evening class where we taught some more advanced moves which they learned easily. By the time the class let out, I was starving and accepted Brad's offer of dinner. Sharon seemed very excited when I told them I'd be happy to eat with them.
We went out and talked about this and that as we ate. They were curious about how long I'd been teaching dance and I told them that it was just to put myself through college. All through dinner, I got this strange feeling from them, almost as if they wanted to invite me home with them. Both Brad and Sharon are quite attractive and I don't think I'd have said no if they asked. They didn't, though, and I didn't see them until the next lesson.
After that lesson, though, they did invite me to their home. I followed them to their house in the suburbs. We ate dinner and Sharon asked if she could review the day's lesson with me. We'd had some wine with dinner and it was pretty obvious at that point that they were both interested in me. As I said, I think both Sharon and Brad are attractive and was more than willing to play along with them.
We moved into the living room and Brad put on some music. It was Count Basie, which was nice. So many people have gotten into swing dancing from the movie Swingers and Big bad Voodoo Daddy and the New Morty Show that it's nice to hear the old stuff.
Brad was sitting in a chair while I held Sharon against me, leading her through the steps. Her body was close against mine, our breasts touching. My arm was firmly around her upper back, hers around my waist. I looked at her and smiled as she moved her head to kiss me.
I opened my mouth to meet hers and our tongues met as we kissed. They darted around each other, warm and inviting. Our dancing stopped and we stood in the middle of Brad and Sharon's living room, deeply kissing each other. Her hands were all over my chest, seeking out my breasts. I broke our kiss to look over at Brad. He stood up and joined us in the middle of the room. Then, without saying a word, I followed them back to their bedroom.
It was dark, as we quickly undressed and climbed into the bed, Sharon and I on either side of Brad. We sat up against the head of the bed as Brad ran his hands on both my and Sharon's legs. I reached behind his head to gently play with Sharon's dark hair, and she nestled her head against my hand. It was deathly quiet: there was no sound except for that of our breathing.
A warm hand touched my leg, small and delicate. Sharon had reached over her husband's body to caress me. She moved it determinedly up my thigh until her soft fingers rubbed against my clitoris. She pushed against it, spreading my lips and I arched my hips against the pressure of her hand. I sighed. I could tell that Sharon hadn't been with very many women before, if any at all, and enjoyed her timid advances.
Sharon moved over on top of her husband and positioned herself between his legs. She started sucking him and he moaned and held her hair as she took the length of his penis into her mouth. I wanted to kiss her, and knew that she wanted the presence of her husband there to reassure her. So I moved down to Brad's cock and began kissing its length as she sucked and kissed its head.
When Sharon finally raised her head away from her husband's cock, I kissed her. Her lips were soft and inviting. When I began kissing down her face to her neck, she moaned pleasurably and fell back against the bed. I continued kissing down her body, sucking on her erect nipples. I took them into my mouth gently, teasing them with my tongue before I continued down her body to her sweet pussy. I spread her hair and lips apart with my hand before I began licking up and down her cleft. Her taste was delicious and I concentrated on her opening before moving up to press my tongue against her clit. I licked and sucked her until she came, panting and moaning underneath me.
I heard a ripping sound and then felt the cool sense of a condom-clad dick pressing against my pussy. I shifted my weight and Brad pushed his dick into me from behind. I turned my head to begin kissing his wife's pussy again as he pumped his cock deep inside me. He must have been really turned on, because he didn't last long before he came.
I was really aroused and, to be honest, Brad's first time with me had left me unsatisfied. I lay down on my back and pulled Sharon on top of me. She kissed my lips, pressing her tongue into my mouth. Then, just as I had done to her, she licked and kissed her way down my body. She stopped at my breasts only briefly before moving between my legs. As her tongue found my clitoris, she pushed a finger deep inside me. I lay there, quivering as she stroked my inner wall while pushing her warm tongue against my clit. She licked and stroked me to a powerful climax.
We lay there together in the dark, silently dozing off. Some time later, while Brad was still asleep, Sharon and I again kissed and stroked each other to wonderful orgasms. She wanted me, but she also wanted the reassurance that her husband was still there. The three of us have become great friends, and have fallen into bed with each other a number of times since that time, and Sharon is nowhere near as shy as she was that first night.