Tomorrow evening, François was to accompany me to a dance evening scheduled for a long time, but he has just announced to me, during dinner, that this will not be possible because he will return late due to professional constraints at the ministry. He realizes my disappointment, so, addressing Florian seated to his right at the table, he said to him - Florian, your mother often told me that you were a good dancer because you took dance lessons. living room in Bordeaux. Would you mind accompanying your aunt to this party ???Even if this solution would not displease me, I pretend to be embarrassed and I retort to my husband - Come on François, Florian may already have something planned tomorrow evening and, even if it is not the case, it may not mean anything to him.Speaking to both of us, Florian intervenes - No, I have nothing planned. If this can help both of you, I would like to accompany Hélène to this evening. I hope I haven't forgotten the steps of the different dances.François then warmly thanks his nephew then, addressing me, asks me - I think it's a theme party, you have to be in costume?- Yes, the theme of the evening is "Cabaret atmosphere". I'll look for some accessories in your things to keep Florian in the spirit of the evening. As far as I'm concerned, I have what it takes.The next evening, I have dinner alone with Florian in the absence of my husband. Once the table is cleared, I tell Florian that we will be leaving by taxi around 8:30 p.m. and that he therefore has plenty of time to prepare. Then I add that I am going to bring him the few fashion accessories in his room so that he can try it all on.As far as I'm concerned, I already know what outfit I'm going to wear because I want to be super sexy to panic my nephew. In my wardrobe, I chose an ultra short little black lamé dress with a very deep neckline. As lingerie, I take a small half-cup push-up bustier that goes up my breasts well while leaving a good part visible. Then, in the drawer of my dresser, I take a large garter belt with 6 garters, a small ivory thong and ultra thin black stockings. To complete my cabaret dancer outfit, I take a boa with white feathers and silver pumps with high heels. Finally, once I have made up closely, I tie a small turban in my hair with a peacock feather. Thus transformed, I find that I have the look of a girl from the Moulin Rouge.So dressed, I go knock on Florian's room and I enter before he tells me to enter. He's naked and, to show that I'm not shocked, I tell him - I'm sorry Frorian but, while I particularly appreciate your outfit, it's not appropriate for our outing tonight.He gives me a big smile and, without even trying to hide his penis, he answers - You are very elegant Hélène, almost provocative. You are going to be the attraction of the evening.I walk over to him and hand him the few items that should fit him. - I think you already have black pants in your stuff. So I brought you a white shirt, a little fancy waistcoat, a bow tie and a top hat. With that you will be in the spirit of the evening and we are a perfect match.That's when I see that my outfit must have an effect on him because his penis has straightened out since my arrival in the room and he now proudly points to the sky.At 8:30 p.m. we both board in the back of the taxi and I notice Florian discreetly checking my legs. It must be said that even with my little light coat, you can clearly see the edge of my stockings and the garters that hold them. Less than twenty minutes later we arrive at the Menphis, a small nightclub in the heart of Paris, where the evening is held. We go to the locker room then here we are in one of the two rooms of the establishment. As I know the place, since we sometimes come to dance there on Sunday afternoon with François, I take Florian to a quiet corner a little far from the sound system and we sit side by side at a small table facing the track. dance. To get us in the mood, we watch the two or three couples dancing a Charleston. Everyone is dressed appropriately, but I notice that many women have opted for long dresses with wide slits on the side. Depending on their movements, we see intermittently a beautiful leg sheathed in black or white silk. The room is now full so I lean towards Florian and whisper in his ear- Florian, if you don't mind, I'd like us to pretend we're really together. Do not leave me because otherwise I will be quickly harassed by big buggers who will want to fiddle with me while dancing.Florian looks at me with a big smile and then answers me - No problem Hélène, we'll take a nap if we're a couple. I will try to be up to it.Very quickly, he shows me that he is an excellent dancer and that the paso-doble, the tango, the twist, the waltz and other ballroom dances hold no secrets for him. At each dance, he sticks me close to him, strokes my back, kisses me on the neck and keeps telling me that it's really a great evening. Several times, men try to invite me to dance but each time Florian proceeds in the same way. He ostensibly puts one of his hands on the top of my thigh, specifies that he has reserved all my dances and then draws me to him and kisses me on the mouth. Obviously men must think that we are lovers and they do not insist. I can't believe Florian's behavior, who really took matters into his own hands. Faced with the insistence of these gentlemen, he leans towards me and slips into my ear- I'm really sorry to have to behave like this, but I have to play the role you gave me. You are so sexy that all men want to dance with you. We have barely left in a Viennese waltz that I whisper to him, nestled in his arms - I hope you don't dislike the role. As far as I'm concerned, I've rarely had such a caring rider.Florian looks me straight in the eye and replies - I hope you can prove it to me once you get home.While we dance a very languid slow to a song by Michel Sardou, Florian kisses me for a long time on the mouth, playing his tongue with mine. As he guides me down the trail with his right hand, his left hand descends into the small of my back and slides onto my buttocks. He presses me against him and, through the thin fabric of my dress, I guess his sex bandaged. In the process, the orchestra goes on with a lambada and it is even tighter against each other that we move on the floor. Well nested in each other, following the Latin tempo of the music, we wiggle like crazy. His cock is even bigger and a heat wave takes hold of my lower abdomen. This time, it's me who takes the initiative and gives my mouth to Florian.It is a little after two o'clock when we take our seats in a taxi. No sooner are we settled than Florian draws me to him and kisses me with passion while slipping a hand under my dress. His tongue embraces me as his fingers go up to the top of my thighs. Fortunately, it is dark in the rear part of the cabin of the car because Florian is removing my thong. Once it's done, he breathes it in and then brings it to my nostrils.- Hélène, I love your female scent. I have wanted you for weeks and I cannot wait any longer. Tonight I really want you.he whispered in my ear.Then he adds - Besides, François sent me a text earlier while we were dancing.He hands me his phone and I can read on the screen - Florian, thank you for taking my place for this evening. Hélène is yours until tomorrow morning, take advantage of it!To show him that I am consenting, I spread my thighs wide and his hand can check that I am already wet. I answer him - Yes, François is a husband who sometimes adores sharing with me and he has Candaulist tendencies. To please him, I willingly bow to his sexual fantasies and that only consolidates our relationship.Here we are in front of our building and, as soon as we are in the elevator, Florian kneels in front of me, lifts the mini-skirt and devours my pussy with his greedy mouth. Once in the apartment, he takes me to his room; I take off my dress as he gets naked. Before slipping against me, he takes out his cell phone and I see that he puts it standing leaning against a frame on the dresser. Then he literally throws ...

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