It was quite by accident that I discovered how a woman can have exciting sexual encounters with men, of her choice, and be able to go home that night without any worry of entanglements.
My husband and I went to a private party given by the friend of a friend. There were twenty-three couples there. A vodka punch was server that was very effective in getting everyone tipsy. My husband, well gunned, was chatting with a group of other men in the den. I made myself useful by serving food and drinks. My wine bottle was half consumed, so I was tipsy too. Seeing an attractive man away from his wife, I asked him to dance. I like to watch a man's reaction when he discovers that I have C cup breasts, so I pressed them to his chest and my leg against his. During one dip, my pelvic area pressed against his leg. He held me tightly while rubbing my back. The song ended. He stayed right there and we talked. He was pleasantly drunk, and I could tell that he wanted to be with me.
At the end of a second dance, I excused myself to got to a bathroom. He followed me into the bathroom, locked the door, and backed me up to the sink. In one move, he reached under my dress, lowered my pantyhose and begin to press his mouth to my clitoris. Bemused by this, I reached for his head. As I shifted my weight the pressure of the sink edge behind me made my legs open so that he could get his tongue into me. Oh, but it felt good! Mind you, we are in a bathroom. He lowered me to the floor, dropped his pants and slid his penis into me. Because of the punch, it took him ten minutes to cum. I had two orgasms. We cleaned up and left to return to the dance area. He walked right up to his wife and danced with her like nothing had happened.
I found my husband with the same group of men. From the slurring of his words, I figured he was planted there for the night. I went to look around the home. It was a three level. The master bed room was huge. The host entered it while I was there. He was six foot five and two hundred thirty pounds. Good looking. "Love this room," I said. He replied that he especially liked the mirrors that made up one wall. "So you can observe yourself in action," I blurted out. "Yes," He kissed me and lay me onto the bed. He too removed my pantyhose with one sweep.
I could not believe this. I was naked from the waist down, since my dress was above my waist. I was in a strange bed with my legs open about to receive the service of a handsome man who I did not know the mane of, and I knew that he did not know me.