Stacey swayed to the music as the dancers danced. Somewhere near her her husband swayed too, but her eyes were only for the dancers, for the five women in their thongs and lace bodices and dark shining skin, for the three men in their loincloths and long dark pony-tails.

She wanted to be up there with them, for she too was a long, lean, dark, obscene, naughty, sexy plaything and she wanted the whole world, or at least the people in the club that night, to know it.

Slowly she began to work her way toward the front, turning her back on her husband so she could watch the dancers and he could watch her ass, enticing him to follow until she was nearly at the stage.

The dancers were now much closer to each other than when they had started, rubbing against each other the way she liked to rub against the men she loved.

Her husband was behind her and she swayed her ass back against him as she looked up at the dancers, as they looked down at her, as she imagined it was not her husband who was standing behind her with his hands on her hips, but the dancer who was staring at her the most intensely, imagined him behind her as they stood before a mirror admiring her body and staring into each other's eyes.

Still holding the dancer's gaze she raised her hands to breasts, brazenly pinching her nipples through the thin material while her husband held her hips from behind and moved her ass back and forth against his rapidly swelling cock and then beyond reason, intoxicated with drink and drums and dancers and her ass, lifted her dress up above her hips.

She was exposed. Exposed to the dancer who stared down at her, who wanted her, who she imagined to be in front of her and behind her and all around her, who in reality was crouching down on the stage before her, holding out his hand to her, beckoning her to join the dancers on the stage as they touched and writhed and kissed before the dancing watching crowd.

Her husband behind her, still pushing against her, her dress still up around her waist, her ass and cunt and legs already exposed, she reached up, grabbed the dancer’s hand and was pulled into the world she knew she belonged in, was pulled up on to the stage, touching and writhing and kissing, her husband now just one of the watching crowd, left behind and completely forgotten.