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Judy could see just how uncomfortable her boyfriend was as he went to approach the mare she'd pointed out, and though she was giggling as she walked away, she put a paw to her heart, feeling a certain warmth at his discomfort.

I snagged a good one, she thought, knowing how quickly and easily some men would have deserted their lover if they were given a free pass to do whatever they want.

In her heart of hearts, she hoped that Stef would be able to close the deal with the mare for a little extra fun later, but she was on her own conquest, as she walked through a crowded dance floor without ever losing the stare of the fox she'd spotted earlier.

"It's a good thing those eyes aren't a little lower," she introduced herself with an innuendo right off the bat, the same as she'd done to Stef some months before. "If they were, you'd be peeing yourself already, heavy as they are..."

A veteran of the omorashi scene and handsome enough to be used to come-ons, he was already grinning before she finished her attempted pick up. "It's my stare that's heavy, but I'm sure you don't blame me for that much."

"I did dress to be seen," Judy admitted. "But you could have burned a hole in my outfit with that gaze."

"Good thing I didn't; the drinks are awfully expensive tonight, and I would have been tapped out if I had to buy you some new clothes."

Giggling and rolling her eyes, Judy stepped up from the dance floor, into the small booth that the fox was occupying. "I'm Judy, and it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Call me Mike," he replied, offering up a paw to her and shaking her own with a delicate grip. "And call me suspicious if you like, but...isn't that your boyfriend across the way?"

"Sure is."

"And you're coming onto me this strong?"

"I call it being friendly," Judy claimed. "As for Stef, he'll be fine. I wanted to put him into a little social experiment, and by the looks of it, he's holding up better than expected."

The pair caught Stef's look as he cast his eyes back over his shoulder, but Judy didn't react just then, not wanting him to know that they were spying on him from the start.

She worried that the added pressure might be a little too much for him.

"I don't suppose you told him from the start that you were a swinger, did you?"

"We never really discussed that; go figure, it hasn't come up yet...but now that it has, I'm kinda curious to see how he's gonna handle it."

"Looks like he's handling it just fine," Mike commented, as Stef became more comfortable with the mare on the other side of the bar. "But, you two know that you don't have to swing to be a part of the fun, right?"

"Of course," Judy nodded. "But look at all the fun we'd be missing out on if we weren't flexible!"

"Awfully quick to call me fun when we've only just met."

"You're in a night club that's scheduled to have a bunch of people peeing themselves in just a few hours and you're pounding drinks while talking to a complete stranger...seems to me that you know how to have a good time."

Mike cocked a brow and smirked. "Well, right back at ya, I suppose. I'd be happy to buy you one, unless you've already had enough?"

"To be honest, I've got a bit more of a case of the jitters than I was expecting. If you've got a spare one lying around..."

The fox pushed a glass across the small table between them. "I always keep an extra for my company."

"Is it safe?"

"You did just see me drink from it," he pointed out. "Though I'll gladly order you a fresh one if you prefer."

"You don't seem like the type who relishes in the idea of tangling with a stallion," Judy noted, "And he's not gonna take his eyes off of me for too long. I don't think I've got much to worry about."

"He doesn't look like much of a fighter to me."

"The best fighters often make the best lovers...whether they look like it or not."

"Hmmph. Nothing turns a man on like hearing about how the girl he's hitting on has a boyfriend who could kick his ass."

Judy giggled and took a sip from the drink without fear. "And nothing turns a woman on like knowing that the man hitting on her doesn't feel threatened by that fact."

"And why is that?"

"Because if you're not worried about it, that means you're either an idiot, or you don't have any intention to start trouble," she explained. "And you seem rather sharp to me."

"Kind of you to say so, Judy. You sure you didn't come over here just to brag about your boy toy?"

"I could say nice things about him all day if I wanted to," she paused to giggle, "And I do want to, but something tells me that you're not interested in conversation all that much."

"What was your first clue?"

"I noticed something else about you before I saw your eyes, handsome as they are."

With everyone in the club for almost exactly the same reason, there was no need for Judy to be shy about the tent in Mike's pants, or the fact that his legs were already starting to twitch and shift around with the building pressure of a full bladder.

"Most people get drawn to that first, when they come to these events."

"So you've been coming here for a while? It's been years since Stef and I came to this club."

"These events just popped up a few years ago," Mike confirmed. "They're gaining attendance every single time, but I've been coming since the very beginning. Do you two have any idea what you've gotten yourselves into?"

"Not exactly," she confessed. "But I know enough to know that we were both gonna have a good time if we showed up."

Mike snickered. "So he's into making a mess every bit as much as you are? If he's packing as much of a fire hose as he looks like he is, he's gonna be very popular."

"It's not just for show," Judy suggested. "If anything, his jeans aren't doing him _enough_justice."

"So he's tall, shy, packing and he's okay with his girlfriend flirting with another guy? You landed yourself quite the interesting equine..."

Judy giggled again as she finished her drink. "And here I didn't think you wanted to chat about him any longer?"

"The more I know about him, the more I can glean about you."

"And why do you need to know so much about me?"

"Because you two sound like you'll be a lot of fun when someone finally cracks, and I want to be around to see which one of you loses it first."

At that, Judy finally looked genuinely curious. "And what happens when someone gives in?"

"You obviously noticed the doors and bathrooms were locked," Mike started. "With that, it's only a matter of time before someone has to relieve themselves, but the bathrooms won't be opened back up until someone makes a mess. At that time, the bartenders unlock all of the bathrooms, but as you can imagine, everyone bolts over and tries to get sweet, sweet relief as soon as they can...but there's always at least a few who can't survive the waiting process."

"So it's like a domino effect...and you want to see us fall?"

"And fall with you, perhaps."

"You probably won't be waiting very long, then," Judy moved around the curved bench seat to sit a little closer to Mike as her paw went right to his crotch, stroking over the bulging tip of his cock and feeling a hint of moisture against her palm that was bit too viscous to be precum. "I'm a few drinks deep and I already feel like I'm about to burst."

Just like the first time she'd teased Stef about it, Judy could feel a new, fresh throb against her palm as the fox did nothing to hide his reaction. "I'm getting awfully close myself, but I make it a rule to never be the first one to crack...there's a couple of people on the dance floor that I've seen struggling, but so far, there's not a clear favorite to lose it."

"I'm not sure who you have eyes on, but if you think you're hard right now...I'm pretty sure that mare is peeing on my boyfriend."

"You're kidding."

Judy and Mike gazed out onto the dance floor to see the one timid and bashful Stef grinding against the mare he'd started talking to, and though it was tough to glean in the darkened background of the club, Judy was sure that she saw a brief, tiny trickle of piss leak from her jeans and into her lover's paw.

She didn't know how tightly she was gripping Mike's rod at the thought of it until he put his own on her wrist and stroked it, hoping to ease the tension a little. Instead, she only gripped him tighter, bringing him right to the verge of releasing his bladder all over her fingertips, but only a tiny splash stained her fur before Mike sucked in a deep breath and regained control...albeit barely.

"Not even a little bit. Gotta say, I'm kinda jealous of him...can only imagine what it feels like to have a mare rubbing up against you like that, especially when she's gotta be _dripping_wet ."

"She's definitely milking your boy for all that he's worth."

"Not just yet."

"You think she will?"

"If I let her," Judy replied firmly. "A little playtime on the dancefloor is fine, but he and I don't have any ground rules established...can't have a sexy piece like her running off with my Stef when I'm not looking."

"Maybe we should get a closer look, then?"

Judy perked an ear and gave Mike a curious glance. "You're not suggesting that we go break up their fun, are you?"

"Quite the opposite, in fact...this booth is nice and all, but it's never going to seat four people comfortably. How about we go join them out there, instead? There's plenty of room."

"Sounds like a bright idea to me," Judy agreed. "If you think you can make it that far without making a mess."

Her paw moved from his cock, easing the pressure on his body for only a fleeting moment before it pressed against the base of his stomach, right above his bladder. "H-hey! That's not fair!" Mike protested nervously, his body sinking into the seat and trying to evade her touch for the first time. "I am not gonna break my streak, you punk!"

"You're gonna break it any second now if you don't do something about this!"

Seeing him prepare for the grab, Judy pulled her palm away and stood up from the booth quickly, watching as Mike fell forward carelessly. The red fox stood up right after her and she took off, rushing to the dance floor with a gleeful chuckle and an extra bounce in her step as the pressure continued to build.

Followed right along by Mike and making a beeline for the pair of lustful equines, Judy wedged her way through a number of others before she ended up between them, curious at what Mike had mentioned about people losing it. She was sure that she heard a couple of faint, moistened trickles on the way to the dance floor, but right then, she was too overcome with arousal to think of anyone but the willing trio of partners she'd claimed for herself, that night.

As Mike approached, she grabbed his arm and pulled him in close, eager to share what she'd learned with her boyfriend and his dance partner.