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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Feanor86...)

You head back to the bar, thinking you’ll leave your girlfriend to it. When you get there, you find a quiet spot, sit down and turn round, ready to watch the show. She’s still very much all over that group of men, bumping and grinding on them all.

All of a sudden her face lights up and she pushes through the small crowd around her, leaving them all looking dejected. You watch her push her way through the dance floor. She reaches the other side where you spot your friend Jamie! Rachel and Jamie have rarely met but always seem to get on well when they do.

She taps him on the shoulder then goes straight in for a hug. Jamie looks rather worse for wear from what you can see. He’s flailing his limbs around in what you can only assume he calls dancing and he doesn’t look steady now your girlfriend doesn’t have her arms round him.

They both stand there talking for a while, or trying to under the club speakers, before they begin to dance. Jamie is once again flailing around, seemingly in his own world while Rachel is doing her usual jig.

You consider going over and saying ‘hi’ to your friend but you leave it, not wanting to intrude on your girl’s night. You’ll leave her to find another man and decide instead to get another drink instead.

You turn around and lean on the bar, glancing around for bar staff. You notice a prominent bottle of whiskey on a shelf, remembering you used to drink that stuff at the Bull’s Arms with Jamie sometimes.

“Are you waiting to order?” the barmaid asks, shocking you out of your trip down memory lane.

“A Daniel Jack’s please” you reply. She pulls a glass out, pours the drink and sets it on the bar in front of you.

“Cash or card?”

“Erm, cash,” you answer, beginning to root around in your wallet. You find the right change and hand it over.

“Enjoy your night,” the waitress says before going to serve elsewhere. You sip your drink and turn back around, interested to see how your girlfriend is doing now.

You spot her still with Jamie and now with someone you’re pretty sure is her friend Monica. She’s wearing a sleeveless shirt which is struggling to hold in her large breasts which keep bouncing as she dances.

It’s only now you notice that both of them are getting very close to Jamie. Monica is facing away from him rubbing her ass on his groin whereas your girlfriend is holding his left hand in hers doing some sort of dancing.

That lucky man, you think, you’ve taken a few glances at Monica’s bum in the past so you know it isn’t on the small side. Not that Jamie is appreciating any of it in his current state and he most likely won’t remember it tomorrow morning.

Monica finishes the drink in her hand and drops the glass. Unaware of where it’s went she turns round, throws her arms around Jamie and plants her lips right on his.

You’re a little bit stunned to be honest. You didn’t know Monica was like that and definitely didn’t expect it with a very drunken Jamie. He looks like he’s enjoying it though.

Unsure what’ll happen next, you notice Rachel has moved around Jamie and is grinding her pussy on his butt while leaning round and seemingly speaking into his ear.

With Monica still passionately entangled, Rachel takes Jamie’s hand again and this time brings it round to her butt. A bit of an awkward position for his arm you feel, but you know from first hand experience squeezing that ass will be worth it.

You’re not sure how you feel about Jamie being involved in this night and do consider going to show your face but you decide against it. It’s still turning you on and as long as they don’t go too far you’re fine with it. He’s got Monica there as well so you’re sure he won’t go for your girl.

Speaking of Monica, she’s now broken off from Jamie’s mouth and is laughing about something with Rachel. You’re glad their enjoying themselves, you think, as you finish your drink. You put the empty glass on the bar and debate getting another, feeling your rock hard cock pressing against your jeans.


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