Usually, a change in music means a change in dancing partners. But I doubted this would be applicable at the moment. I mean,

I was at a swanky party with my husband and his friend, who had come with his wife. We'd organized

a private party so we could spend time together after a few months of no contact. But I didn't

think my husband would want me dancing

with another man. Friend or not? Well, I was wrong. My husband whirled me around and spun me

away from him. His friend, Austin Powers, spun his wife away at the exact same time i fell into austin's arms he grabbed me at once his strong arms encircling my body

i gasped austin was holding me a little too tight i would have no problem if these were my husband's arms, but definitely not the

arms of another man. I turned around to catch my husband's reaction. He was watching me with a

smile, but it wasn't his smile that caught my attention. Instead, it was the woman in his arms.

In my place, Austin's wife was in his arms, following his lead as he danced to the soft, sensual music playing in the background.

My husband nodded, giving me the go-ahead to dance with his friend. Once I had his permission, I could no longer resist. I swayed

in Austin's arms, and then I felt his arms glide down my body until I could feel him at my lower back,

just above my ass. I looked up into his eyes and caught a rather amorous look in them.

For the first time, I noted that his eyes were an enchanting gray. I stared intently in them,

noting his pupils dilate as he watched me. His eyelids were heavy. His eyes drooping as though he had some desire

I was yet to know of. He pulled me forward, so I fell into his arms. My body barely even an inch

away from his, leaving no sliver of space between us. My breasts were flat against his chest, my stomach

pressing into the slight protrusion of his stomach. He held me close as we kept dancing.

And then, I felt something hard poking me. I gulped. I tried not to look down. I knew that if I looked down,

I would find a bulge in his pants. It poked me again, harder this time. Before I could react,

Austin grabbed my left thigh and placed it on his right hip. I was wearing a sleeveless long red dress

with a side slit which extended from the hem toward my left hip. When Austin positioned my leg like

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