Ladies night

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I went to my closet and pulled out my little black dress. It was simple, short and low-cut. And it drove men wild. Whenever my ex-husband, John, and I would go out to a party or night on the town with me wearing this dress men would turn heads and stared lustfully at me all night long.

By the time we'd get home John would be incredibly aroused and would pummel my pussy with great gusto. I think what got him so excited was not just how sexy I looked in this dress, but because he knew how many other men had wanted me and he was the one guy that would be having me.

Well John wasn't going to be the one having me tonight.

After I was dressed I got my matching clutch purse and transferred in my essential items: keys, id, cell phone, debit card, lipstick, and condoms.

Megan showed up around seven. "Wow," she said as I opened the door, "You look hot tonight."

"Yeah, well, I feel over dressed now." Megan was wearing slacks and a casual top.

"No worries, just give me a minute to change." She pulled a blue dress and high heels out of her bag.

"Why didn't you get dressed at home?"

"Because I didn't want Kevin and the kids to see me going out wearing a fuck-me dress."

"So you're sneaking around?"

"I told them that I was going out for a few drinks with my best friend, Diana, which is true. I'm not planning on doing anything more than dancing with a few cute guys. Then I'll go home a ball Kevin's brains out, so he gets the benefit."

"Well I'm a little sensitive to dishonesty after discovering that John had been cheating on me for years."

"As long as Kevin gets laid, then he's not going to care what I was wearing. And maybe I'll tell him all about our exploits tonight. Especially if you end up getting laid, he'll be real interested because he's always had the hots for you."

"Well I told already, I'm going to jump in bed with the first stranger that walks up to me just so other people can get their rocks off hearing about it."

"Don't worry about anything, you do whatever feels right to you. Tonight it's all about you, Diana."

We drove to the night club in Megan's car. The music was loud and the lights were dim as we went in. However, the lights weren't that dim, because I noticed several guys turn and look at us as we came in.

Megan in her blue dress was incredibly sexy. Although she kept her blond hair cut short in typical working mother style, her breasts were larger than mine and the dress reveal much of them. However, it seemed I was getting my share of looks too and it felt great that here were two forty-five year-old woman still able to get attention.

The place was packed; we couldn't find a table so we stood along the edge of the dance floor. Also immediately a short, balding guy came up and asked me to dance. I looked over at Megan. She gave a slight shake of her; she could be cruel at times.

The guy had mustered the nerve to come over and one dance couldn't hurt, so I handed my clutch to Megan and said to the guy, "Sure."

The guy came up to about my chin. He shuffled stiffly to the music, dividing his gaze between my face and cleavage. When the song was over he asked if he could buy me a drink.

"No thank you," I replied, "but thanks for the dance."

He nodded resignedly and wandered away.

I went back to the spot where I left Megan, but she wasn't there. I looked around and then saw her sitting at a table, waving to me. As I headed over I noticed that there was a guy sitting with her.

"Diana, this is Doug," Megan said as I climbed onto a stool. "We got you a drink." She pushed a glass of white wine in front of me.

"Thanks, nice meeting you Doug." I smiled and nodded at him.

"It's awesome meeting you, Diana. Both you and Megan are unbelievably hot," he said, staring openly at my breasts. Doug was an average-looking guy, maybe in his early fifties, salt and pepper hair, rugged jaw, medium build, large biceps.

"Can you hold the table while we go dance?" Megan asked.

"Sure."

Doug took Megan's hand and led her out to the dance floor. I took a sip of wine and sat back, watching all the people.

"Hi," said a friendly voice beside me. A man had walked up to the table. "My name is Joe."

I looked at him and saw he was very good-looking. Younger than me, maybe in his mid-late-thirties, about six feet tall, slim, muscular, dark brown hair, light brown eyes.

"Hi, I'm Diana."

"I'm glad to meet you. Would you care to dance?"

"Well, I need to watch my friend's purse, but if you want to join me and wait until she's done dancing..."

"I'd love to join you. Can I buy you a drink?"

I definitely was interested in letting this guy buy me a drink. Then I remembered something. "You know, it's ladies night, ladies drink free. How about if I get you a drink?"

"I suppose that would be alright. How about a beer? Coors?"
"You hang unto this for a minute." I pushed my wine over, signaled a waitress, and ordered a Coors.

"Are you married?" He asked.

"I'm separated. You?"

"I'm totally single," he smiled. "Your husband must be an idiot for letting such a gorgeous wife get away."

"He is," I grinned.

Doug and Megan returned few minutes later and I introduced them to Joe. For the next couple hours we took turns dancing and chatting. Megan, Joe, and I all nursed our drinks slowly, but Doug kept asking Megan to get him more free drinks. As he got drunker, he kept putting his hands all over her, and she would push him away, saying she was married.

"It's not going to happen Doug, so give it up," Megan said. "I want you to leave me alone."

"Oh come on, baby," he slurred, "you're telling me you came here in that dress and you're not looking to get laid?"

Joe suddenly stood up and went over to Doug. "The lady said to leave her alone."

"What are you going to do about it?" Doug said beligerently.

Joe raised his hand and then made a motion with his fingers. "I'm going to have this bouncer kick you out."

We all looked over as a giant bouncer came over, "Is there a problem?"

"Yes," Megan spoke up. "This guy is bothering me and won't leave."

"Come on buddy," the bouncer said, "time for you to take a cab home."

Doug glared at Joe. "You just want to fuck both these sluts yourself. I hope you get the clap and your dick falls off," he snarled as the bouncer drug him away.

Megan looked at Joe. "Thank you so much for standing up for me."

"No problem. I was raised to be a gentleman."

"Diana," Megan said to me, "let's go to the restroom."

"OK," I said. "We'll be right back, Joe."

In the ladies room Megan said to me, "Are you going to fuck this guy? Because if you're not then I'm going to."

"You're really bad, Megan. Yes, I want to fuck him."

"Then here's what we're going to do..."

When we got to the table Megan said, "I should be getting home to my husband and kids."

I looked at Joe disappointingly. "I'd love to stay longer, but she's my ride."

"I can take you home," Joe replied immediately. I noticed the smile on Megan's face; that was exactly what she predicated he would say.

After Megan left Joe and I danced again. A slow song came on. I put my arms around Joe's neck, he put his arms around my waist. We swayed to the music. I pressed my body against his. I could feel the bulge growing in his pants. I pressed harder against his crotch and his bulge grew bigger. We moved our bodies together in rhythm to the music practically dry humping on the dance floor. We kissed a long passionate kiss and then the music ended.

We stood there in the middle of the dance floor smiling dreamily into each others eyes. Finally Joe said, "Would you like to go someplace?"

"Yes, Let's go to my house."

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