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STANDARD DISCLAIMER:
This story contains graphic depictions of sex between consenting
adults.  If you are under eighteen years of age you must stop reading
now.  Stop, I said.  Stop!

Now that I am addressing an audience consisting of only mature,
responsible persons over eighteen years of age:

This story and all its characters are a work of adult fantasy.  They
live in a world where sex is free of disease and unwanted pregnancies,
and, when convenient, free of the deeper emotional complications that
accompany it.  The characters happily invite you into their world
while you read the story but ask also that you please remember to
return to your own world when you are finished.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story was inspired by Julian Renard's excellent
story, "Damn Those Long Life Batteries."  He has graciously permitted
me to cannibalize his story premise.  The story I have built around it
is lighter and more consensual than the original.  If this story fails
you, the fault lies entirely in my clumsy handling of Julian's fine
idea.  At any rate, please read "Damn Those Long Life Batteries."  As
of March 2002, the story lives here:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/julian/www/toy.html

Thanks again to Julian.

Walt.

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COME DANCING (MF)

Jane shuddered as the buzz hit her.  "Damn," she thought, "How far is
he going to take this?"  She smiled up at her husband's boss, glad for
the funky beat of the music that allowed her to move her body in
response to the sensations, relieved when after a moment the buzzing
stopped as soon as it had begun.  She felt a slight heat rising into
her cheeks.  She couldn't believe she had allowed Steve to talk her
into this, and now, to make matters worse, he was hitting her while
she was dancing with Brian.  He was definitely playing dirty.

Brian started his software company before the Internet craze of '96. 
His product had nothing to do with the internet.  It was boring by the
dot-com standards of the late '90s.  But companies needed it to get
their databases to talk to one another.  He never tried to dot-com his
product, and he still made plenty of money.  He kept right on making
money after the dot-com flameout in 2000.  Steve had come to work for
Brian six months after he started the business.  He was Brian's
right-hand man.  Brian *was* his boss, but the two men were more like
friends.  Steve had been buying into the business for the past few
years.  In a few more he and Brian would be equal partners.

Jane and Steve had been married almost ten years.  Brian had never
married.  He liked beautiful women.  Brian owned a house in Cancun. 
Jane and Steve traveled there with him two or three times a year, and
every time Brian took a different, very attractive woman.  Tonight it
was just a Friday night in town, and Brian had talked Jane and Steve
into coming with him and his latest beautiful date to a new dance club
downtown.  Jane liked to dance.  Steve didn't care too much for the
noise and smoke in the clubs, which is why Brian had called her first
to try and get her to talk Steve into it.  She knew Brian liked
dancing with her, and he was a fun dance partner, too.  Brian was tall
and intense, with vaguely Mediterranean features.  His smile could put
you at ease in a second and his scowl could put you on edge just as
quickly, but he left most of his intensity at the office, and in
social situations was just fun and energetic.

Steve didn't share Brian's outgoing personality.  He was one of those
men it takes time to get to know, but his more reserved nature didn't
translate into a lack of personality.  His way was less obvious than
Brian's, but just as winning.  He was smaller than Brian, with less
pronounced features, but he had an air about him of being completely
at ease with himself, the confidence of a man who is comfortable with
who he is.  In business he made up for in brains what he lacked in
Brian's ability to energize a room.  His business acumen was as
responsible for the success of the company as Brian's evangelism, and
both Steve and Brian knew that.

As usual, Jane had had to talk Steve into the evening.  Steve was more
of a going out to dinner guy.  He liked foreign movies and exotic
foods.  He read books of all kinds.  Sometimes he read out loud to
her.  She loved the sound of his voice.  He was a connoisseur of
erotic literature, and she especially liked it when he read chapters
and stories to her from those books, rubbing his hands over her body
as he read, his hands zeroing in on her breasts and pussy as the
action got hot.  Steve was not boring, even if he didn't like dance
clubs.

"Come on," she'd said to him.  "It'll be fun for a change."

"Aw, Janey, you know I hate those places."

"You know how hot dancing makes me," she'd enticed him.

His eyebrow went up.  "That's true," he said, scratching his chin. 
"But I know all kinds of ways to get you hot."

"I want to go dancing," she said, pouting her lips.

"OK, OK.  Don't do that.  You know I can't take the pouty thing."

"I know," she said, smiling.

"I'll do it for you," he said.

"Yay!"

"But," he said, holding up his finger.  "You have to do something for
me in return."

"Like what?" she asked narrowing her eyes at him.

"I don't know yet," he'd said.  "I'll have to think about it."

That had been Tuesday night.  He hadn't said anything else in the
following days, and she began to think he'd forgotten about it.  But
of course, Steve didn't forget anything.  You don't build a successful
software company if you forget things.  She'd been showering when he
got home from work earlier that evening and when she got out he was
sitting on the marble vanity drinking a beer.

"I've got it," he said.

"Got what?" she asked, wrapping a towel around her hair.

"What you're going to do for me for going to a loud, smoky club."

She took his beer and took a long drink.  "What's that?"

Next to him on the vanity were laid out one of her little black
dresses and a matching lace bra and panties.

She picked up the bra and panties.  "Where'd you get these?" she
asked.

"A new lingerie store I found."

She picked them up.  She liked them.  She would have thought he'd have
picked out a thong or something like that, but the panties were just
bikini cut with a cotton crotch.  And the bra looked like it would
actually be comfortable as well as sexy.

"I'll gladly do this," she said.  The little black dress was one of
her shorter ones, but it would be good in a club.  She was looking
forward to dancing.

They were dressed and getting ready to leave when Steve said, "Oh,
there's one more thing."  He placed something about the size of a
quarter in the palm of her hand.

"What's this?" she asked, and as she did the thing started buzzing so
intensely that she screamed and dropped it on the floor.

Steve laughed and picked it up.  It wasn't vibrating any more.

"What the hell is that thing?" she asked.

He took his other hand out of his pocket.  He was holding a small
control.  With a flick of a switch the quarter-looking thing started
to buzz again, and with another flick of the switch it stopped. 
"Vibrator," he said, which she'd already guessed by now.  He held up
the other device.  "Remote control," he said, grinning like a Cheshire
cat.

"How's it work?"

"Batteries, of course."

"But it's too thin."

"Watch batteries," he grinned.  "Pretty cool, huh?  Pretty hip."

"What exactly do you expect me to do with it?" she asked suspiciously.

"I'll show you," he said, and pulled up her dress.

"Hey!" she said, squealing.

"I'm glad you like your new underwear," he said, pulling the waistband
away, "because they're made especially for this."

"What do you mean?" she asked.  "What are you doing?"

His fingers were in her panties now.

"Look," he said, and when she did she saw something she hadn't noticed
before.  The top of the cotton crotch was actually two layers of thin
cotton with no stitching at the top, forming a small pocket.  Steve
slipped the coin-shaped vibrator inside, and when he removed his hands
it rested snugly, if unobtrusively, against her top of cunt.

"Steve," she said, but he held up his hand.

"Let's make sure it's in the right position," he said, holding up the
remote.

"Wait," she said, but it was too late.  He flicked the switch and a
sudden jolt of energy shot from the thing straight through the thin
fabric to her clit.

"Ahh," she cried, bucking her hips against the sensation.

After a moment it stopped again.  "Well?" asked Steve.

"Direct hit," she said weakly.

"Good," he said.  "Shall we go, then?"

In the car on the way to the club she said, "You really expect me to
wear this thing all night?"

"You like to dance, don't you?"

"Well, yes but--"

"I like to watch you dance.  I know it makes you hot.  I want to add
to the experience."

"I don't know if I can stand up when this thing starts going."

"I have confidence in you."

"And what are you going to do?  Just sit there and zap me anytime you
feel like it?"

"Pretty much," he said, and at the same time vibrator started humming
again.

"Oooh," she said.  It felt like a thousand tiny fireflies dancing on
her clit.  If she had been driving she would have had trouble
controlling the car.  She could feel the moisture flooding her pussy. 
She almost groaned in disappointment when he turned it off again.

"That is a very dangerous thing in the wrong hands," she sighed.

"And I guarantee you my hands are the wrong hands."

"I was afraid of that," she said.  And then she chuckled.  "A remote
control vibrator?  I've never even heard of such a thing."

"This whole ensemble was not cheap, I assure you."

"That must be some lingerie store you went to."

"It's very exclusive," he assured her.  "Brian told me about it."

"Brian told you?!"

"I think he might be one of the investors."

"That figures," she said with a laugh.  Brian was not shy.  His Cancun
villa was small but very private.  Brian liked to swim naked.  His
dates always seemed perfectly willing to join him in the pool, and he
was not afraid to make out with them in front of Steve and Jane.  They
had never joined him in this behavior, but at other times, when they
had been up in their room that overlooked the pool, they had watched
as the action got heavier down below.  Brian brought the same energy
to fucking as he did to the rest of his activities.  Jane and Steve
had watched Brian bury his head between a woman's legs as she sat on
the edge of the pool then get out of the pool himself for her to
return the favor by sucking his cock.  Jane had been shocked at first
but had found the voyeurism turned her on at the same time that it
shocked her.  Steve had been so eager to watch that she began to
wonder if he and Brian had planned something in advance.  One time
Brian even sat on the edge of a deck chair and had his date sit down
on his cock facing away from him, so that they were both facing Steve
and Jane's window, giving Steve and Jane an unobstructed view of his
cock sliding in and out of her pussy as her breasts bounced with the
motion of her fucking.  It had become something of a custom for Jane
and Steve to fuck while watching Brian fuck.  She could easily see
Brian investing in some kind of upscale porn shop.

Steve hit her with the juice again.  "Wow," she said, squeezing her
thighs together.  He left it on.  "You know," she said, squirming in
her seat as the little demon hummed away between her legs, "we could
always pull over and have a little fun before we get there."

"There's plenty of fun to be had all evening," he said, and cut the
power again.

"Oh," she sighed. "I was afraid you'd say that."

They pulled into the club.  He leaned over and kissed her deeply.  She
responded by opening her mouth and probing and sucking his tongue. 
Her hand moved to his crotch and she grasped the hard outline of his
dick.  So.  He was almost as turned on as she was.

"Let's do it," she said, fumbling at the button on his pants.

But he pulled away.  "Come on.  Let's go dancing."

And they had.  Brian and his date, a tall willowy blonde named
Heather, were already there.  Jane hadn't met Heather before, and she
doubted she'd meet her again.  They all had a drink together.  She
learned that Heather was in advertising.  She and Brian met at the
health club.  There was some other small talk but Jane had a hard time
concentrating because Steve kept distracting her with exhilarating
zaps of vibration.  Every time she made eye contact with him he had a
small smirk on his face.

Then she and Steve had danced for a while.  Steve was a fun dancer,
even if it wasn't his favorite thing to do.  And of course, he kept
his finger on the remote control.  It was great to be able to move her
body freely when he had the vibrator turned on.  The sensations it
sent out through her clitoris joined up with the pulsating bass beat
of the dance music and made her whole body tingle.  In the car and
standing still having drinks, the pleasure was so focused she was
afraid she was going to have an orgasm any moment.  But out on the
dance floor everything got suffused throughout her body and she found
herself at a wonderfully heightened sensual state, her pleasure
stretched out into long amplitude waves that she could ride
indefinitely.

She and Steve and Heather and Brian all danced beside each other and
sometimes they switched partners.  Brian liked to dance with her
because they were both good dancers.  Brian liked her period.  In
fact, even though she was not as physically attractive as the women
Brian dated, she never felt jealous or catty about any of them because
she knew she held her own in other ways.  Brian was, of course, an
incurable flirt, and Steve didn't mind when Jane flirted back.  That's
the kind of self-confidence Steve had.  He had told her before he
liked to watch her dance with other men.  It gave her a thrill to know
that he was watching her, and tonight she liked it especially because
he kept the vibrator humming even when Brian took her for a spin. 
Brian kept smiling as they danced, like she was dancing in a way he
had never seen her dance before.

After a while they took a break for more drinks.  Heather excused
herself to go to the bathroom.  Jane grabbed Steve's hand.  "Ready?"
she asked, pulling him toward the dance floor.

Steve pulled back.  "I'm going to take a break for a while."

"But the dancing's just getting good," she said, hoping he knew that
what she really meant was, You've got me turned on you son-of-a-bitch
and now I want to make you sweat.

"I'm really beat," said Steve, and then, in a way that made her know
he hadn't just thought of it, said, "Hey!  I know.  Why don't you
dance with Brian?"

Brian was at her side in an instant.  "Shall we?"

"What bout Heather?"

"Steve needs to talk to her because we're thinking of hiring her to do
some advertising work for us," said Brian, and then he bent closer,
"Besides, she's not half the dancer you are."

She felt the warm humming start up against her clit and she looked up
at Brian and said, "Take me away."

Now Steve was keeping up a steady barrage of vibrating assaults on her
pussy while she and Brian danced.  She looked over periodically to see
Steve and Heather absorbed in conversation, and she noticed his hand
never left his pocket.  She and Brian had been dancing for about
fifteen minutes now.  She was closer to him than she might otherwise
have been.  Sometimes their bodies touched as they moved past each
other.  Her breasts brushed his bicep and his hip grazed hers.  They
were on the other side of the dance floor now from Steve and Heather,
and Jane felt herself rising once again out of that steady pleasure
into uncertain places.  The first faint tendrils of a looming orgasm
were beginning to tickle her.  She found herself wondering two things.
 First, What is the range on that remote control?  And second, How
long can the batteries in this thing last?  Part of her wanted the
batteries to die, and soon, and part of her wanted them to keep
buzzing happily away all night long.

Then the pulsating lights dimmed and the music suddenly changed
completely.  Oh, no!  They always throw in a slow song or two.  Why
now?  Before she could think of a reason to leave the dance floor,
Brian had caught her up in his enwrapping arms and said, "Steve always
gets these dances.  How about one for me?"

The vibrator, which had been quiet for a few moments before, sprang
back to its busy work.  "Why not?" she smiled, folding herself against
him.

Steve didn't turn it off again.  She was eye level with Brian's
breastbone.  One of his hands was in the middle of her back, one
rested lightly on her lower back.  He said, "Did anyone ever tell you
how ravishing you look in this little black dress?"

"Maybe I should bring it to Cancun next trip," she said.

"Now, now," he said, "You are a married woman.  Why torture me with
having to walk around with that image in my head?"

"I'm sure ravishing Heather will help you forget," she said, an image
flashing into her head of Brian and Heather by the pool, Heather on
hands and knees as Brian's balls bumped her as he fucked her.  The
image caused her to tighten her grip on him just a little.

"I am in a ravishing mood," he commented, his upper hand traveling
slowly back and forth across her back, his lower hand falling just a
little lower, until two of his fingers rested lightly on the first
swells of her bottom.

"You're always in a ravishing mood," she laughed, and finished with,
"Ooh!"  The buzzing had just kicked up in intensity.  Did Steve have a
speed control on that thing, as well?

"Everything OK?" asked Brian into her ear.

"Y-yes," she stammered.  "Fine."

"Good," he said, so close his lips tickled her earlobe.  "Wouldn't
want you to feel any distress."

Jane glanced over at Steve.  Heather was talking to him but he was
staring in their direction.  He smiled and waved.  Had he told Brian
anything? She wondered, Or was Brian's radar just as usual locked on
to rampant pheromones?  She suspected it was the latter.  But still,
Steve was across the bar watching, controlling the little demon that
was driving her relentlessly closer to orgasm, and he was waving
happily to her as she slow danced with Brian.  It didn't really matter
what Brian knew.  Steve knew.  He had engineered this situation.  OK,
then, no use analyzing it any more.  She could enjoy it just as much
as he could.

She inched closer to Brian, their bodies touching lightly along the
front now.  "I'm feeling pretty good, actually," she said, letting her
hands roam a little across his back.

"Your husband," said Brian, his hand dropping farther, palm heavy
across her ass, "is something more than one hell of a business
partner.  He is also a very lucky man to be married to you."

"We keep each other entertained," she said.

"I've noticed."

"You keep us entertained too," she said, thinking she was being
mysterious.

He knew exactly what she was talking about.  "You like the view from
your guest room?"

She brushed her breasts a little more firmly against his lower
ribcage.  "It's very exciting."

"Steve told me you'd like it."

"Oh, he did, did he?  What else did he tell you I'd like?"

"Not as much as you might think," said Brian.  His hand was massaging
her butt through the light fabric of the dress.  She could feel his
fingers tracing the textured lace of her panties.  "But I'm good at
figuring things out."

"Oh yeah?  Like what?"

"Like," he said, and he danced her towards a corner of the dance floor
as his hand dropped down under her dress, "I think he's watching us
right now."

"You're right," she breathed as his fingertips grazed up her bare
thighs, this time touching directly the lace fabric that sheathed her
ass.

"He wants to know what can happen in a public place," said Brian. 
"Just here.  On a dance floor."

He pulled her closer and she felt his erection pressing against her
abdomen.  Brian had a wonderful cock.  She'd watched him by the pool
enough to know that.  She could see its shape in her mind as she
rubbed her tummy just a little bit against it.  She could see his
cockhead glistening in the Mexican sun with his date's saliva as she
teased his length with her mouth, nipping and licking down his shaft. 
She could see its proud length emerging as she worked her way down
towards his balls, and she could see the way it jerked with pleasure
as she took his balls in her mouth.  The vibrator helped her imagine
Steve's mouth on her own pussy as she watched, his busy tongue lapping
deeply at the wetness inside her before sluicing up towards her clit.

"I've wondered about that myself," she said.  Not that she really had
before.  But she was now.  And the thing was, she knew that whatever
happened would not be too much, because as much of an operator as
Brian was, she knew she was safe.  Brian never messed around with
married women.  Ever.  And even if he did, he would never fuck with
Steve like that.  Not to mention that she would never go for it.  They
all three knew that, which, through a strange logic, made this all
possible.

Brian's hand was caressing her ass now, and she felt him turn slightly
so that his cock left the soft warmth of her stomach, and so that one
of his legs was between hers.  She parted her legs a little and his
leg slipped farther in between, which had the immediate effect of
pressing the vibrator even more snugly against her clit.

"Oh, my," she said.  Her secret was out now.  He could feel the
buzzing against his thigh.

"Oh, my, is right," he said with a soft chuckle.  "I hadn't figured
that out, but it sure explains all the sultry dancing."

"I hope the song doesn't end yet," she said, which caused him to grab
her ass with his hand, pulling her harder against his thigh.

They were turning slow circles in the corner.  It was darker than the
rest of the dance floor, but not so dark that someone who was looking
couldn't see what was going on.  Jane's dress hid the hand that was on
her ass, and Brian's other hand was still placed demurely in the
middle of her back, and it's not like his leg was rammed so far in
between hers that she looked like she was riding it, but still,
someone who was looking would notice the way they were moving against
each other, the flush and flutter of her face.  She looked one more
time to see what Steve was doing.  He was still looking.  It still
didn't look like Heather had a clue.  From what she could tell, no one
else did, either.  But Steve did.  Even from across the dance floor
she could feel the heat of his gaze, the hunger of his loins.

OK, then.  She'd give him what he wanted.  A deal was a deal, after
all, and he'd said she'd have to do something for him in return for
coming dancing, and she'd agreed, so, she thought, let's have at it. 
She ground her pussy against the hard muscle of Brian's quadricep,
letting the broad pressure and heat combine with the focused work of
the vibrator push her on towards climax.  Brian pulled her
rhythmically against him, controlling her body with the hand that
cupped her ass, his fingers squeezing and puling at the elastic seam
between her underwear and skin but never quite slipping all the way
underneath.  The last bastion of decorum, she thought distractedly, as
she closed her eyes and let the images that had been flitting through
her brain all evening flood in unhindered, a pornographic rush of
memories: Jane on her hands and knees, Steve's cock playing at her
nether lips, swabbing her with her own moisture before inching into
her, easing her vagina open with his girth, pulling back an inch and
then penetrating two more, a slow and infuriating pace that
nonetheless resulted in him being embedded completely within her, and
then holding her still like that as they watched Brian and his weekend
companion switching positions on the pool deck below, Brian playfully
spanking at her model's ass as he moved her into the position he
wanted.  He bent her over doggy style and at first Jane thought he was
going to fuck her the same way Steve was fucking her and she squeezed
her cunt around Steve's immobile cock to say, "Anytime you want to get
on with it," but instead of moving around behind his date Brian
wriggled underneath her and Jane realized with a flash of heat what
they were going to do down there for the benefit, she was sure, of
Brian's guests, and sure enough when he had gotten in position Brian
grabbed her ass and pulled her pussy down to his face as she sank her
mouth happily around his cock.  She remembered her amazement at the
amount of his dick that disappeared on her slow downstrokes, how
easily she seemed to take him in, undulating her hips over Brian's
busy tongue in a matching lazy rhythm, and then Steve began to move as
well, fucking her in the same measured tempo at which Brian's partner
moved her mouth and hips.

That memory was interrupted by Brian's voice insistent against her
earlobe, "What are you thinking about, Janey?  I'm dying to know."

"Cancun," she whispered, riding the thigh between her legs, the
vibrator like a live wire sparking her clit.

"Funny you should mention that," he said.  "Because I've been thinking
how tired you must be of the guest room.  Maybe next time I'll take
the guest room and you and Steve can have the master.  The pool's just
right through the French doors you know, and I think the two of you
might enjoy a private morning there."

"Is that right?"

"I would enjoy it, too," he said, and what brought Jane off was not
the memories after all but the possibilities.  Even through the haze
of her physical delight she knew what he was proposing.  Her own
chance to be the star of the show.  Could she ever possibly do a thing
like that?  Would she let Steve fuck her there where she knew Brian
could see them?  Would she show Brian the way she touched Steve?  The
way she spread her legs when he ate her?  What would Brian think of
her body?  What would he think of the way her body moved when she
loved?  When she fucked?  When she came?

"I think it's lovely," whispered Brian, and she came, clenching his
thigh between her own, smashing the vibrator between them, ramming
herself into its merciless stimulation, gasping and gulping air to
replace the oxygen that seemed to have turned to sweet smoke in her
brain, vaguely aware of the gentle motion of his hand massaging her
ass.  She held on to Brian in a claw-like grip because otherwise she
knew she would crumple to the floor as succulently as a thick cotton
bathrobe.

In a moment she realized that the slow song had ended and the music
was once again at an electronic thumping insistence.  For the first
time in a long time the little vibrator was sleeping.  "I need a
drink," she said, swaying with her first step back toward their table.

"I think we all do," agreed Brian.  "And I might add that I've danced
with a thousand women over the years, but no one has ever danced like
that."

"Some of us got it," she said, finding her wit returning.

"More like you got yours," he chuckled.  "And all I got to do was hang
on a little bit."

"I'm not worried about you," she said, indicating Heather with her
head.  Heather and Steve sat watching them walk across the dance
floor.

"Hmm," said Brian in an offhanded way.

"Hmm, what?" she asked.

"Oh," he said, smiling at her.  "I was just thinking about Heather
and, well, all the rest of them, and how strange most people would
find it to learn how much I look forward to the day when I find the
kind of match you and Steve have made."

"What's this?" she said, surprised at his small touching revelation,
"Brian the bird dog, the stud king, wants to settle down?"

"I never said anything about settling down.  "Besides," he said as
they reached the table, "it was just a thought."

"Wow," said Steve, "let me buy you two a few drinks."

"Did you two have fun out there?" asked Heather.  Jane looked at her. 
There were a million things that question could have meant, but from
the innocent look on Heather's face Jane realized she didn't have a
clue what had just happened.

"Mostly we just talked," Jane answered her.

"About what?" asked Steve, handing round the drinks.

"Cancun," said Jane.

Brian added, "I was thinking we should plan a trip soon."

"As soon as possible," said Steve, resting his hand on Jane's thigh. 
His touch was hungry and she realized how fraught with desire he must
be under his placid demeanor.  Surely there was more to come back at
home.  Maybe they would talk about Cancun.  Despite what had happened,
she was not quite satisfied.  Vibrators rocked her world, but the
orgasms she had with them were sharp and focused.  An orgasm from
Steve was much more involved.  Maybe she would extract that from him
before she finally gave him the satisfaction he craved.  At any rate
she would wrap him up in all the ways she had been prevented from ding
with Brian.  She would luxuriate in the total contact of their skin,
the unreserved union of their bodies.  And they would talk about
Cancun, and if they should stay in the master suite next time.

THE END
March 10, 2002.

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