Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Email: wainscottinggotgot@tutanota.com Tags: cuck cuckold, public, exhibition, cuckolded by a couple Dance Club Pet "That's it, Maple, now let's cleanup the mess you made with my husband's cock..Good job. Swallow it all." --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Maple's boyfriend Preston had had to leave the club early due to an early morning shift, but Maple's boss and her boss's husband had offered to keep her company a while longer. Preston thanked them and left. Veronique and Jason danced Maple into exhaustion. None of them drank alcohol, but Maple felt loopy with endorphins. Her boss and Jason had always been a little flirtatious, but now they were both grinding on her and touching her suggestively. Maple hadn't ever really danced like this before. She looked around; their behavior didn't seem out of line compared to other folks on the dance floor. It was just harmless fun, she guessed. She felt good, after all. Very good. They took a break to drink water and sit at a booth. V and Jason sandwiched Maple, one on either side. Her boss laid her head on Maple's shoulder, and took her hand, amiably. It was nice. Then Jason put his arm over Maple's shoulder and ruffled Veronique's hair. Maple leaned into Jason. It was nicer. She felt titillated by the intimacy, but it was comfortable, too. The trio made it back onto the dance floor, and Maple found herself sandwiched again. Jason would grind on her from behind. Veronique faced her, dancing close, touching her hips or wrapping her arms around Maple's neck and staring deep into her eyes. Maple was incredibly aroused and she felt ashamed of herself. She was taking things the wrong way. There were several other triplets and quartets around doing the same things. It didn't mean anything. As the night wore on, Maple felt herself grow warn and wet between her legs. What would her boss think? What would Preston think?! She was so perverted, she chided herself. Then she noticed many of the other dancers starting to make out with one another on the dance floor. Her lips tingled. She wanted that. One other trio nearby was groping each other more overtly, hands were placed under clothes, a man's shirt removed entirely, a woman's cleavage licked and kissed, the shirt pulled down to reveal bare breasts. Oh my! Maybe this style of dancing wasn't so innocent. What was this club? It was exclusive. V and Preston, had gotten them in... Maple was incredibly horny, though, and watched the show, transfixed. Maple felt her boss lean in closer, and it snapped her out of her fixation. Was her boss about to kiss her? She wanted it, needed it. Her rational concerns were somewhere deeply submerged. But no, of course not. Veronique leaned over Maple's shoulder and kissed Jason. They made out passionately; Maple could feel their warmth and hear their lips. Her cheeks burned, she felt silly and envious. She started to pull away from the two in shame. Veronique reached down a hand and restrained her employee. "Don't worry, my sweet," she purred into Maple's ear before licking it lightly and biting the earlobe. Maple was hot and tingly, dazed. Veronique put her hand under the girl's chin and angled her face up to her own. Maple pursed her lips and leaned into the kiss. Fireworks exploded all over her body. The kiss began gently and then degraded into something feverish, intense. She became aware of lips kissing down her neck, pulling aside her collar, biting her where her shoulder and neck met. All the while she continued to make out with Veronique. Jason's hands gripped her waist and then began wandering up her torso. They found her breasts, nipples poking through the thin fabric of her t-shirt, not bound by bra. He teased her sensitive nipples, driving her wild. He ground his crotch into her butt; she could feel his hard bulge. V started brazenly rubbing between Maple's skinny jeans clad legs with a free hand. Maple was over-stimulated. Between kisses she let out loud moans that no one else could hear, though they might have noticed her O shaped mouth, eyes rolling up beneath fluttering lids, and wanton hip gyrations between a man's crotch and a woman's hand. She was now so far gone that she couldn't even keep kissing V. "Yes, yes, yes," she panted. Jason rolled up Maple's shirt, revealing her breasts. It felt right to her. Veronique slipped her hand into Maple's pants and massaged the girl's clitoral hood. It was finally too much. With a shudder and a high-pitched gasp, Maple came. She slumped onto V. "Good girl, Maple. Good girl. We're going to have such fun." -------------------------------------------------------------------- Maple was coming down from her high, but she still felt so good, so right. She let the couple lead her back to their place. "Text your boyfriend and tell him you're tired and are crashing at our place." She did so. The sun was just starting to rise when they got there. Right in the doorway the two began taking turns kissing her while the other caressed. Bliss was approaching again fast. "You're our little pet now, Maple," Veronique cooed. "Would you like that, to be ours?" Maple nodded, numbly. She would do anything to keep being with them, like this. "Yes, please, master." Master?! Where the hell had that come from. It just slipped out. "Mmmm, very good girl. You'll take to training nicely. First I'm going to teach you how to suck my husband's cock, okay?" Maple nodded eagerly.