The music was loud, and the bass was pumping so hard that I could feel it in my bones. This wasn’t the type of place I would have usually frequented. I was more of a hole in the wall bar type of girl, but there was no denying that everyone in the club was having a great time.

Following behind Meghann as she pushed through the sea of people heading to the bar, it was easy to see why she liked this particular club. There were men everywhere, and almost every single one of them was like a piece of eye candy. There weren’t any unattractive people there at all.

I thought I’d picked a great outfit to come to the club in, but as soon as I got to Meghann’s house, she looked at me and shook her head.

“What is this?” she asked.

“What is what?” I replied, genuinely confused as to what she was asking me.

“That dress is not going to work for where we’re going.”

“Why not? What’s wrong with it?”

“We have so much work to do. Get in here.”

I paid the driver and told him we weren’t leaving again after all. My dress looked pretty damn sexy, at least in my opinion, so I could only imagine what Meghann had in mind for me.

She grabbed me by the hand and dragged me towards her bedroom. Along the way, we passed a tall, attractive man standing in the hallway talking on his phone.

“Hey there,” he said as we walked by.

“Jack, this is Kayla. Kayla, that’s my husband, Jack.”

“I thought you guys were leaving.”

“We are, but do you see what she’s wearing? Anyway, we don’t have time to talk right now, honey. I gotta get her changed so we can get out of here.”

“Well, it was nice to meet you, Kayla,” he laughed.

“You too,” I yelled as Meghann finished pulling me into her room.

“Get out of that dress. We’re gonna put you into something that’s going to get you some attention.”

Meghann and I were nearly the same size, so everything she had fit me perfectly. I kept pointing to different dresses she had, only to have her shake her head at me. In the end, she had me in a black dress with a pair of ankle high boots. She called them fuck me boots.

As soon as we walked up to the bar, I could feel so many eyes on me. The dress that Meghann had put on me was much shorter and lot more low cut than anything I would have ever picked out, but I was getting a hell of a lot of attention wearing it. As hard as it was to admit, it looked so good on me; I wanted to fuck myself.

We were having a great time at the club. Although I’d brought plenty of money, I didn’t buy a single drink the entire night. Meghann didn’t need to buy any drinks for herself either.

Even though I wasn’t going to be hooking up with anyone, I knew that Meghann’s husband had given her a permanent hall pass, which meant that if she wanted to sleep with someone else, she could. Armed with this knowledge, I watched how she interacted with people. If I was ever going to make my husband’s fantasy come true, I needed to see how a real hotwife does things.

She spent the majority of her time out on the dance floor, dancing seductively with the men who would come up behind her. I paid attention to how she would lean in close when she whispered into their ears and how she always touched them, even if it was a minor thing.

Every single guy she came in contact with ate it up, and before I knew it, she had multiple guys paying attention to her and basically eating out of her hands. She had drinks coming to her left and right. In fact, she had so many drinks coming her that she had to pawn some of them off on me. Not a big drinker in the first place, it didn’t take long before I was feeling really good.

The alcohol allowed me to loosen up and I figured that while I was at the club, I should at least practice, just in case I decided to come out and do it for real someday.

I joined Meghann on the dance floor, and she introduced me to a couple of guys she was talking to. Before long, a couple of them had taken an interest in me and started dancing real close.

The man behind me, a tall guy with bright blue eyes, a chiseled jawline, and strong arms, grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into him. My ass was right against his crotch, and I could feel his bulge through his pants. It wasn’t even hard, yet I could still feel it.

Thinking about what that could do to me started to turn me on. The man moved his hands from my hips and ran them up my body, running over my breasts and then allowing just his fingertips to run up my neck and into my hair. There was an intense lust in the air, and it was seriously making me wet. My wetness was made even worse when I felt his lips come into contact with my neck, right below my ear. He had no way of knowing this, but that was my spot.

I had no idea how long we’d been dancing, but if I didn’t get away right then, I was liable to turn around and let the man fuck me right on the dance floor.

“Can you excuse me for a minute?” I asked. “I’ll be right back,” I told him as I made my way off the dance floor and towards the ladies rooms.

I looked around for Meghann, but she was nowhere to be found. I was dying to get her into the restroom and tell her how excited I was and see what I should do. I tried calling her from outside the bathroom door, but she didn’t answer. I tried one more time and then realized I could hear her phone ringing inside the bathroom.

Relieved to know she was already inside, I opened the door and walked in, not realizing it was a bathroom intended for one person. The door had barely closed behind me before I saw Meghann, her ass barely on the edge of the sink, getting pounded by one of the men who’d been buying her shots.

I didn’t mean to stare, but I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I was shocked, yet aroused. He was fucking her so hard, and I could tell that she was thoroughly enjoying herself. She glanced over and saw me standing there. Instead of getting mad and asking for privacy, she shot me a sly grin and went right back to getting fucked.

Figuring she was probably going to be a while, I went back to the dance floor and enjoyed a few more free drinks and danced with the men who were buying them for me.

Eventually, Meghann came strutting out of the restroom. Her hair was a mess, and her makeup was in shambles, but she couldn’t help but flash that big bright smile at me, proud of how naughty she’d been. I had to admit that I was a bit jealous that I wasn’t the one propped up on the bathroom sink getting my brains fucked out.

Before we left, the man I’d been dancing with grabbed my phone and put his number in it, telling me to call him anytime I wanted to get together, and he’d show me a great time. I said I might just have to do that, strongly considering it and wondering what Dillon would say when he found out I had another man’s number in my phone.

Even though I hadn’t done anything with anyone, that was never the point of going out. Meghann showed me how things were done, and even showed me how easy it was for her to hook up with someone who wanted a no-strings-attached lay. I considered the night a success and was excited for what was to come, whatever it may be.

We called our Uber and headed towards home. I couldn’t wait to tell Dillon all about our night!