It was a late July evening and my neighbour invited my now-ex husband and myself over for some drinks. We had to attend a birthday party at my in laws place so I was going to be walking into an absolute shit show at 9:00 pm stone cold sober.
The neighbour had told me who was going to be there and although they were none of my immediate friend group I knew them all and they were all fun people. As I drove home from the in laws my husband was smashed and I knew that we would not be over at the neighbours for long.
I was currently wearing the cutest little sundress that really showed off my figure but with the sun going down it was becoming cool so I decided to change before we went over. I opted for my fave pair of jeans, a black cut off sweater and a pair of red heels as I was dressing for stylish comfort, thinking that there was nobody I was going to want to impress. It turns out, I was dead wrong.
A little back ground about myself, I am a now divorced 40 something who was married for over 20 years to a complete narcissist who tried to control everything. I have always been a rebel and my way to fight back was for almost the entire duration of my marriage I was involved in some kind of affair or another.
The ex never knew about them but I did and that was my revenge. At this particular point when the story took place I had just ended a very long, almost 8 year affair with a cop I had met while out one night. I was very loyal to him yet he still got off on treating me like shit so despite his amazing cock, I had finally had enough.
Although I am most definitely a cheater I am insanely loyal to whoever I chose to be with, but after 8 years and now being in my 40's I figured I was past that part of my life.
I stand just under 5'4" and even I have to admit that for my age I have an incredible body. Medium length dirty blonde hair, full lips that surround a large full mouth. I am a 36DD which are full and well shaped for my age and a big round ass. I by no means think I am gorgeous but pretty and sexual and I know how to dress for any occasion. Enough about me, let's get back to the story.
When I came down from changing the asshole was mumbling drunk and told me we wouldn't be there for long and I just shrugged my shoulders and wished he would not come at all. I grabbed a bottle of wine and out the door we went. The house we were going to was only a couple of houses down and as we walked there we could hear the laughter and music coming from their house and it sounded like a good time.
When we walked into their back yard the four couples were sitting around the table and judging from the bottles on it and their laughter and faces I could tell that none of them were feeling any pain. We greeted and hugged and kissed everyone and I took a seat at the end of the table while someone opened my wine and I decided it was time to play some catch up.
About an hour later having caught up with the girls, Asshole decided it was time to go. Everyone told me to stay and I said I would think about coming back. On the walk home he was being extra belligerent and I kept thinking to myself I was going back out. I went to the washroom and not even five minutes later he was asleep on the sofa so I thought, fuck this, I am going back and off I went.
I had no idea what the evening had in store for me but a few more drinks and some laughs sounded like a much better alternative to another night in bed alone.
I walked back in just as they were pouring some shots and everybody cheered and they poured one for me too. This was going to be fun I thought and with a big CHEERS we shot them back.
We were all having so much fun. Talking, laughing and picking songs to play and the drinks were flowing plentiful and freely. The girls got up and danced to a few of our favourite songs and the vibe just kept rolling. A couple of hours later I was feeling no pain and thats when I really took notice of him for the first time.
He was a huge man, tall and slender yet everything about him seemed big. I kept looking over at him after that moment and kept noticing things about him. His hands were huge, his feet were huge and he talked with ease and comfort and he was funny as all hell and his smile, his fucking smile!! Calm down I told myself, his wife was sitting two people down from me and I had met them many times and they seemed like a happy regular couple who had been together a long time.
I knew it was just the booze and my libido getting the best of me but I could not stop myself from looking over at him repeatedly. I kind of laughed at myself in the moment and thought that when I got home that night I would definitely have him in some kind of fantasy while I fucked myself and that would be that. It is normal stuff that everyone thinks right? No harm, no foul and the night carried on.
A while later one of the couples left so everyone moved a little tighter around the table. I was now sitting right beside right beside Al's wife (short for Alistair) and she really was a nice person.
I admonished myself for sitting here and thinking about her husband and the filthy things I would let him do to me but at the same time could not help but think about it. Another couple left which brought the group down to five and at the same time Al's wife and the neighbours husband went inside to make a round of specialty coffees.
I was now sitting right beside him and on the other side of me was our mutual friend. We were all laughing and carrying on and fuck did he have to be funny as well as fucking sexy? Some time passed and the neighbour was wondering what was taking them so long with the coffees so she decided to go and check on them. There was a moment of silence and then I half stood up and leaned over to the table to get a snack and my sweater must have ridden up my sides and exposed some of my many Tats.
"I didn't know you had any tats, how many?" Al asked. I stayed in that position as I grabbed my snack and he reached out and touched one that was on my rib cage on the side and I felt a fucking jolt of electricity shoot through me like i had never felt before in my life, just from the tip of his finger.
I decided right then and there that I was fucked! I stood up and told him I had many and turned facing away from him and raised my sweater and let him see some of the ones I have on my back. He said he loved them and as I turned to the side I hiked my sweater up a little further and my bra "accidentally" slipped over my breast. He went kind of silent and I immediately felt embarrassed.
"What the fuck were you thinking?" I thought to myself and internally shook my head at myself. I sat back down as he complimented my tats and a moment later the three of them came out with the specialty coffees, which were great on a cool night. We all kept talking as we drank our coffees and Al announced to his wife that he was going to call an Uber.
They packed up and everyone hugged and kissed goodnight. At this point we were all standing and as Al approached me I almost melted. He was so fucking big and handsome and literally had to bend down to hug me. He wrapped his arms around me and enveloped me in them and pulled me in tight. I immediately felt my pussy drip as he held me for that brief moment and then they were gone
I walked the short distance home and walked in the door and asshole was still passed out on the sofa so I headed upstairs and into our washroom. I brushed my teeth and started to undress and looked at myself in various stages of undress in the mirror and realized I was very drunk.
As I looked at myself a fantasy about Al started to form in my head. He was there in the bathroom with me and telling me to hurry up and come to bed. With one last look I went into the bedroom and reached into my bedside drawer and got my vibrator and slowly, methodically started to think about him kissing me, touching me and telling me how beautiful I was as I let him do everything he wanted to me. I remember i came twice before I literally passed out from the effects of the booze and two toe curling orgasms.
I woke up the next morning with a foggy head and a headache and thought why the fuck do I drink that much. I went downstairs and made a coffee and sat out back in the sun and started to feel human again.
It was about 10:30 in the morning when I felt my phone vibrate and it was a messenger notification. I opened it up and saw a message from Al and then the whole evening came back to me. The looking at him, the touch that set me one fire, me slipping my fucking tit out and then the hug goodbye.
I did not open the message immediately and thought about it all and had finally convinced myself that it wasn't all that bad and I was just over reacting and the message would be nothing more than hey that was a fun night. I finally got up the nerve and opened the message.
"Hey Natalie." It read
'Good Morning! Are you as hung over as I am?" I replied back.
