Short Story
The first Christmas night out was with the girlfriends. Once we get past the boring family chit chat, it's usually a good drunken night out. We always end up discussing our sex lives and how often our husbands make us cum.
This conversation led to a discussion about fantasies, I have a male friend who I flirt with often, mainly through text messages, as we never actually see each other. We barely know each other. We just enjoy our sexual chats. He likes the idea of being watched or watching, so I dropped this into the conversation and, surprisingly, the girls were all in favour of this fantasy. It's not something I'm completely sold on yet.
It was a busy night. We had a little corner of the pub to ourselves. As the night went on, we were all getting more drunk. I turned around and saw my male sexting friend, Chris. He looked slightly like my husband, 6ft, dark hair, nice smile, very cute. Chris is never boyfriend material. He has a long term partner, but I know he has multiple side pieces, which makes him perfect for an erotic affair. Just raw, filthy sex. The night had just begun to heat up. However, I must exercise caution because his girlfriend is present, and my friends would never approve of cheating.
Throughout the night, we exchange flirty looks and find reasons to walk past each other. I watch for him heading to the toilet and decide to make the first move. This pub has a narrow corridor leading to the toilets and a single disabled toilet. As I walk down the corridor, he comes out of the men's. We both smile at each other. I nod towards the disabled toilets and start walking towards the door. He follows and we sneak in before anyone sees us.
Suddenly, this becomes a little too real. I am married. His girlfriend is less than a few metres away. I was about to back out of this when he put his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me close to him. He leans over and kisses my neck. The kiss was gentle, but the grip on my neck was firm. I could feel my lace red pants getting wet. His other hand made its way down my back, pushing my hips into his groin. I could feel his erection. He was throbbing. He walked closer towards me, forcing me against the door. We could hear people heading back and forth from the toilets. My head was screaming at me to stop. It was dangerous. Most people in the pub that night knew my husband.