I didn't get to go out with the girls too often nowadays since I had got married. We could never find the time to get all of us free at the same time, but eventually we managed to find a Saturday night that worked for all of us. Lexi had arranged for a taxi to pick us up so we could go out to town. Lexi had been my best friend for years and was the chief bridesmaid at my wedding. To say we were close would be putting it mildly, in fact we got a bit too close on my Hen weekend, but that story can wait for another time. Yasmin, Zoe and Clara, who I also considered my besties, were with us. We hadn't let our hair down for a long time and having arrived in town at about 7 o'clock we made our way straight into one of the busier bars.
Being a Saturday it was already full to the rafters. Clearly some people had already been drinking all day, but the atmosphere was good. We shared a few bottles of wine and spent the first part of the evening catching up. As I had only been married about eight months at that time, and was the first one of us to do so, naturally a lot of the conversation turned to my sex life. "Has it got boring yet?", "Have you caught him wanking?", "Do you do it more than once a month?" were just some of the stupid questions they were asking me. I assured them that it had not got boring, yes I had caught him wanking (and helped him out) and yes we most definitely did it more than once a month. I knew they were only teasing and I took it all in good humour.
At around 11 o'clock, and having moved on from the wine to cocktails, we decided it was time to really let our hair down and head off to a club for a bit of dancing. There was a club a couple of streets away so we made our way outside, giggling like a load of schoolgirls.
"Ooo it's cold out here," Zoe said as we hit the cold night air. Judging by the fact you could see her nipples sticking out through her rather flimsy top I would say that had been fairly evident.
"I can warm those up for you if you like?" Lexi teased pointing at Zoe's chest. Knowing that Lexi wasn't overly fussy when it came to men or women Zoe quickly covered up herself up.
"Oh no you don't," Zoe said with a grin.
"Well if you change your mind just let me know," Lexi said winking at her.
"Leave her alone," I said. I put my arm around Zoe to keep her warm and off we went.
We arrived at the club a few minutes later. There was a bit of a queue outside, but in no time at all we found ourselves back in the warm, pounding music filling our heads. We managed to find a table on the upper floor of the club and after getting another round of drinks in headed off to the dance floor. It wasn't long before Lexi was dancing behind each of us in turn and having a quick feel whilst she was at it. It wasn't the first time for me so I let her get on with it. Clara and Zoe both slapped her hands away as she started to sexily gyrate with them. After a few songs I decided to go back to the table. I left the rest of them to it on the dancefloor.
I had barely sat back down at the table when a man, who must have been a good ten years older than me, came and sat next to me. Great, just what I wasn't looking for, although he wasn't a bad looker. He was slightly unshaven and had shoulder length messy brown hair.
"Hi," he said, "I'm Jed."
"And I'm married," I replied, rather aloofly, showing him the ring on my finger.
"Snap," he replied with a grin, showing me the same.
"So what are you doing here talking to me?" I asked him.
"My wife is away, so I'm kind of let off the leash. Open marriage," he answered, flashing a big smile at me.
I told him that I wasn't interested what his wife did or didn't let him do and that I most definitely wasn't in an open marriage.
"That's a shame," he said, "you're a very beautiful lady."
Well it was nice to be told that, but flattery wasn't going to get him anywhere, I was sure of that. Or was I? I'd had quite a bit to drink, which always had a tendency to get me horny. No. I was a married woman, this wasn't going to happen.
"Can I at least get you another drink?" he said.
"Oh, all right, just a drink," I replied, "I'll have a cocktail, if you can afford it in this place."
"I can afford it, don't you worry about that. I'll be back in a mo."
He jumped up from the seat and disappeared off into the crowd towards the bar. Moments later Clara appeared.
"Pulled?" she said with a grin on her face.
"No I haven't pulled. He tried, but I'm married, so not gonna happen."
"Pity, he's pretty good looking don't you think?"
"Yes," I agreed, "he's good looking, but you lot don't have any ties and I do."
"Regretting it then?" Clara asked.
"No, I'm not regretting it, I'm happy as I am thanks."
"Well if you change your mind we won't tell. Oh look, he's coming back." and with that Clara scurried away back to the dancefloor.
Jed sat down and placed my drink on the table. I took a sip. Nice, but very strong. He had definitely gone overboard with the alcohol. We sat and chatted for a while. Jed explained that his wife had quite a high powered job in the city and worked away a lot. Apparently she was happy for him to do as he wished whilst she was away and I got the impression she did the same. They had been happily married for twelve years, or so he claimed.
"So you see, a little bit of fun doesn't do any harm," he said. As he said this, I noticed he had placed his hand on my knee, just below the bottom of my skirt.
I wanted to brush his hand away, but for reasons that I knew I was going to regret, I chose not to. Jed smiled at me, seemingly taking this as a sign that he had achieved his aim. I sipped at my drink as he slowly teased his hand up my leg, gradually working his way upwards until he reached my stocking top and bare skin.
"Very nice," he whispered in my ear.
"We really shouldn't be doing this," I tried to protest, but I was getting very turned on.
"No-one can see, it's dark and the table is in the way," he replied, "but if you want me to stop I will do." With that his hand did stop moving.
God, what should I do? I was already starting to get wet and I desperately wanted him to touch me, but I was not long married and couldn't cheat on my husband... could I? I didn't say anything and he took this as a sign to continue. I had parted my legs slightly to give him better access, so yes it appeared I clearly did want this and was about to cheat on my husband. He reached the top of my thighs and with one finger stroked very lightly on the outside of my silky underwear. I knew he would be able to feel the dampness.
"God that feels good," I groaned.
He began to work his finger harder against my pussy, probing at my clitoris. If he carried on I knew it wouldn't be long before he made me cum. It felt so wrong, but yet so right. I couldn't let him do it though. As wet as I was down there and as much as I wanted to cum, that special place was going to be saved for one man only, well for the time being anyway. I put my hand on his to stop him. I heard him groan with disappointment, but he respected my wishes and removed his hand. I felt a little guilty as I had let him think he might be getting a piece of the action. I moved my hand onto his crotch, knowing what I would find, and sure enough could feel the outline of, it had to be said, a rather large cock which had me intrigued. I didn't want him to make me cum, but would it be so bad if I least helped him out?
