A Van Night Out
by Lexx
Copyright© 2025 by Lexx
Erotica Sex Story: A man drops his partner off at a club and waits in the van and so the erotica begins...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Reluctant Wife Watching Humiliation Sadistic Spanking Gang Bang Interracial Black Male White Female Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Size .
I drop you off at the front door and I park the van, looking for the darkest corner of the parking lot. As per your instructions, I find a spot in the shadows under a large tree next to one of those bulky metal garbage skips. I wait nervously in the van. We’ve done this before, but it always makes me nervous not knowing how far you’ll go. Although we drove here from dinner together, the rules for this evening stipulate that you enter the club alone. My 30 minutes are finally up – it seems like days. I get out of the van and lock the door.
It’s 10 p.m. when I walk to the door to the club. The club is in full swing -- even with the door closed, I can feel the low bass thumping against my chest. Upon opening the door, a blast of music rushes out to greet me. The immediate darkness is pierced regularly by strobes and other assorted lights. The loud music is disorienting. The large dance floor is awash in periodic lighting and frenzied dancing. The dance floor is ringed with a polished metal fence, tall stools with high tables. Behind these on three walls are comfortable-looking booths. A long bar occupies the far side of the room with plenty of standing room.
Standing just inside the club, I give my eyes a few minutes to adjust. Eventually, I spot you across the room perched on one of the tall stools that surround the dance floor. The dance floor separating us is crowded, and all of the stools near you are occupied. I spot an empty stool across the dance floor from you, and I move to it.
You appear to be chatting with a large, well-dressed fellow who is standing to your left. It’s hard to tell what he looks like through the dance floor throng, but he towers over you – even on your high perch. I see you laughing at something he’s said. I can tell that it’s you from the other side of the club, even with these strobes and twirling colored spotlights that only periodically illuminate you. The way you move your head, the curve of your shoulders, and the way you cross your legs. Even if I weren’t wearing my contact lenses, I would know that it is you.
You took extra care in selecting your wardrobe tonight. You’ve purchased new black stockings, a sensational camisole, and garters! I was already hard before we left the house, not that I got much of a look at you - that’s not allowed on ‘your night’. You have also, for the first time in a long while, found a pair of heels that you really like and that you are actually comfortable wearing. Black sandals with delicate straps – very sexy. You wear a favorite black dress – and so I am told as we left the house – no panties! You smile at my growing bulge – enjoying my discomfort.
You toyed with me throughout dinner, letting me rest a hand on your leg under the table, but no more than that. I almost came when you surreptitiously removed the ben-wa balls you had tucked up inside you – unbeknownst to me! One at a time, I heard the balls rattle from under the table as you pulled them out. All the while looking into my eyes. You smile but said nothing. You handed them to me under the table, leaning in close to me, you said, “Put them in your pocket, love.” I nodded and did as you requested. I’m in complete awe of your boldness. If it weren’t ‘your night’, I’d have taken you home and given you a good spanking!
The reality of the club returns as the waiter asks what I’ll have. “Stella, thanks,” I reply, and he notes it down and moves on. Meanwhile, you’ve moved onto the dance floor with your dark-haired friend, who I can now tell is a rather large, athletic-looking Pacific Islander, a Samoan, I think. I later learn his name is Colin. He must be a good foot and a half taller than you and considerably heavier than me -- all muscle. He seems pretty agile on his feet as you two dance up a storm with at least a dozen other couples.
You are so gorgeous out there on the dance floor, your breasts sway easily under your lovely silk camisole. I can imagine your nipples getting hard. Colin pulls you closer with his hand on your back, his other hand wanders up to your shoulder and down to the small of your back – with periodic trips to trace the delicious curve of your hip.
Making the most of the dark, crowded throng, his hand travels briefly to your bottom, cupping, squeezing, and tracing your curves. However, in exploring and sizing up your body as discretely as possible on the dance floor, he has discovered your lack of panties and knows that you are wearing garters and stockings. That you are wearing a camisole without a bra is no longer a secret to anyone on the dance floor. You are gorgeous. He seems almost shocked – he smiles and leans closer to you, making a joke about it. You laugh. You lead him back to your table, and he orders two more drinks, but he doesn’t sit with you.
Colin leans over and whispers in your ear. I see you nod and pick up your drink and purse. He extends his big hand, and you take it, letting him lead you to a U-shaped booth with two other Islanders – Colin’s brothers, James and Joseph. Well turned out like Colin, they stand to greet you – like true gentlemen of another era. You shake their hands and exchange a few words as best you can in the thrum of the nightclub. You two sit either side of his brothers. They tell you that they are all in town for a wedding that happened in the afternoon.
After a couple more dances with Colin, you both return to the table, but you excuse yourself and head to the ladies. You walk right by me, glancing and smiling a coy smile, but I don’t follow or approach you – that’s by invitation only tonight! While you are away, Colin leans in close to his brothers – the only way to talk in the club! There is no way to tell what they are talking about, but it seems they are all having a good time, laughing, joking, and gesticulating with their hands, as one does when telling a story or perhaps regaling one’s brothers with adventures yet to be had!
You return a couple of minutes later; more drinks have been delivered, and you resume your seat and conversations with the brothers. James asks you to dance to an old Boney M. tune from the 80s. I can tell you are having a great time as you rush onto the dance floor with dozens of other couples. Upon arriving in the throng, you turn to face him, and he pulls you close immediately. He grinds into you, and you return the pressure – mimicking the dance style made popular with this tune and others of its time. He’s a bit shorter than his brother but is also massively built – an obviously athletic family – he has huge shoulders and arms and a very tight butt.
After a couple of very energetic dances, you return to the table buzzing and tingling with the thrill that comes from dancing with a stranger. The gentleman that he is, James allows you to slip in first. You don’t hesitate, sliding into the back of the booth next to Joseph. James slides in close behind you – leg to leg – shoulder to shoulder. I watch James and Joseph each put an arm around you – all of you laughing and joking. A few minutes later, I see that you are encouraging Joseph onto the dance floor. Colin slides out and pushes his brother out onto the dance floor, where he reluctantly takes the hand you offer him. You lead the surprisingly shy fellow to the dance floor just as the song ends. You exchange a few words trying to work out what the next few beats of music are going to bring. “Stairway to Heaven” -- you laugh and have to pull Joseph into you.
However, Joseph, about the same size as James, is a much better dancer than his brothers, and you tell him so as you dance closely. He holds you a bit tighter, one hand in the small of your back, the other on the back of your shoulder. His big hands gently caress your back, pulling you into him. Holding him around the waist, you feel his growing bulge press into you.
Your knees are a little weak by the end of the dance, and Joseph leads you back to the booth, his massive, warm hand holding yours. You slide back into the booth next to James, and Joseph slides in behind you. Each places a hand on one of your legs. You smile uncertainly across the table to Colin, who leans in to exchange words with you. Colin reaches for your hand as he leans in closer to speak with you. You smile again, you laugh, they all laugh – a joke perhaps?
I can just make out that James’ right arm is resting on your back, while his left hand is sliding slowly up over your thigh to your stomach. You look a little nervous, but you reassure yourself that you are surrounded by throngs of people. His hand moves up over your ribs; he cups your breast momentarily. You glance over, smiling, but he has removed his hand now, and you return to your conversation with Colin – your hand is still covered by his.
I notice that you are leaning back into the booth more than you were a minute ago. The shiny toes of your new shoes are a bit further apart than they should be. Casually, the hand that moments ago was cupping your breast in public, albeit a dark, crowded public, returns to your thigh as the other slides down your back. I can’t see what’s happening under the table now, but you slide gracefully to the edge of the padded bench on which you are sitting – propelled in part by the hand in the small of your back. Your dress has ridden up mid-thigh.
You move to adjust your dress, and your hands are in Colin’s. Your bottom rests on the edge of the bench. It’s then I see you blink once and bite your bottom lip. Again, you appear to slide a bit further forward in your seat. I notice that as you sit at the back of the booth, one of your legs is hooked up over James’ knee. You look so casual, talking, smiling, and laughing, as one of James’ large fingers lubricates itself in your juices and then unceremoniously penetrates you. He has large fingers; it is uncomfortable, and you fear being caught, but you are sopping wet from all that dancing. Surrounded by such large men, it is unlikely that you will be seen.
I can see his arm in the shadows – working his fingers in and out. Your legs are quite obviously spread wide under the table now as James fingers you. Joseph continues to caress your thigh. All the while you continue to look at Colin, laughing and talking. You are blocked from my view for a moment as Joseph leans over you, when he leans back I can see that your other leg is hooked over his knee too! However, what you told me later filled in the picture, as you explained that he too began to rub your clit and finger you alternating with his brother James!
After several minutes, you excuse yourself as gracefully as possible and stand. You motion for Colin to follow you. Standing in front of the bar, with his arms around your waist you explain that you want to suck him off and that he should follow you out to your van. You also explain that I’ll be joining you – he hesitates, but you explain that that is your condition. You hurry to the women’s toilets, while Colin heads back to the table.
I notice the brothers talking and motioning with their hands to each other that they don’t understand why you have left. Moments later you reappear at their table, your back to me. You turn smiling towards me, you give the briefest of nods in my direction and head for the door. Only then do I notice that the brothers’ smiles have returned. Colin follows you out the door!
I follow a few seconds behind you. I find you standing in the dark shadows between the rear of the van and the alley wall, shrouded from direct view by the tree and rubbish skip. I walk over to the van, but you don’t notice me. You stand on tiptoe, leaning into Colin’s bear-like embrace. You kiss him deeply, his tongue probes your mouth, and his hands grip your bottom – holding you tightly. I walk around you without a word and reach down to unlock the back door. Without glancing at me you hand me your purse and I put it into the van.
In the time it takes for the door to swing up into the full open position, James and Joseph have appeared. You move to unzip Colin when you notice them. Before you can object, the boys pull your dress over your head and toss it into the back of the van. We all silently admire your wonderful figure, clad in nothing but a camisole, stockings, a garter, and heels.
It is no more than a few moments before the dull but still loud thrum from the club reminds us where we all are! Colin, James, and Joseph crowd around you – gently, almost reverently, stroking your bare bottom, thighs, and stomach – all white against your silky black undergarments. There is no air of urgency – the boys seem as if in a trance. You glance my way, your eyes questioning me – you hadn’t planned on this – in fact, you were very uneasy about this!
You turn back to look at Colin, ignoring the others standing to your side for the moment. Without looking, you motion me with the wave of one trembling hand to sit on the floor of the van. It takes me a few seconds to determine if you are okay, but I can tell from your quivering silhouette that you’re very nervous. I hesitate, but you again wave me into the van, again without looking at me. You move in a ‘let’s get this over’ kind of jerkiness. I figure out where you want me and I slide in and lean back against the middle row of seats. I push a blanket over the rough edge of the van’s back door.
From my vantage point, I have a wonderful view of your ass – which is covered in delightful goose bumps, your legs tremble, and again I try to determine if you are okay. You sit on the edge of the van’s back door, your back to me. You lie back into my lap looking out at Colin. Three large men gaze down at you.
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