The bar had become quite crowded since we'd been there and I couldn't find Kim at first. I called her phone but it went to voicemail.
As I looked at my phone I noticed a text from my husband Scott. "How's your evening darling?" He wrote. "I hope you're behaving yourself!" With a winky face to accompany it.
I started to feel really guilty and ashamed at what I'd done. I know it was only a kiss, but it was my only such act of slight infidelity in our married life and I know I would have gone much further if the opportunity arose. I sat down and gathered my thoughts for a minute.
Then I remembered back to when Scott and I were first engaged, I asked him if he'd ever cheated on me and he confessed to having a one night stand around five months into our relationship. I was gutted at hearing this, but I respected him for his honesty and we were able to move on.
Our relationship started very casually as Scott was living a few hours away, so we only saw each other now and then. I had also kissed a couple of guys in that first few months, but never took it any further.
I instantly forgave Scott and never for a second thought he had cheated while engaged or married to me, he's just not the type.
I never asked about his one night stand and he never told me, but I thought I could use my thoughts of cheating as a kind of revenge for it. I mean, we were together at the time, okay we weren't married with kids like now, but nonetheless it was an act of infidelity.
Okay, I'm probably just coming up with these thoughts because of my guilt, not only for kissing a guy, but for what I might do if he called or texted me. I kept thinking that I'd probably meet up with him if he asked me out and I felt even more guilty for thinking about it.
I replied to Scott's text with a cheeky "Still behaving myself at the moment, but the night is still young." And a winky face, just to keep him on his toes.
I needed the toilet so I headed upstairs. As I sat down to pee I heard a noise coming from the next cubicle. Someone was having sex.
"Oh yes, fuck me." Came the cries from a female voice.
I sat there and listened for a little while, when I realised that the voice sounded very familiar. 'That's Kim.' I thought to myself.
I sat and listened for a good few minutes as her cries got louder. "Oh my god yes.." she shouted. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming. Don't stop, yes, yes, yes."
'The little slut' I thought to myself as I sat there listening to my best friend get fucked. 'She's only been gone half an hour at most, and she's already pulled someone and got his penis inside her.' God I envied that girl.
Listening to Kim get fucked made my own pussy tingle again and I started to touch myself. I must have looked a right state, sat there on the loo with my knickers round my ankles, playing with my clit, but I was too horny to care. I'd already been denied one orgasm and the thought of Lee's hand over my body was nearly enough to send me over the edge.
But then some women came in the toilets and started arguing which put me off. Presumably it put Kim and her new fuck buddy off as well, because I noticed the noises had stopped from the next cubicle, so I reluctantly pulled my knickers up and went out to wash my hands.
Kim was stood at the mirror reapplying her lipstick. She looked at me nonplussed. "What?" She said, obviously noticing the look on my face.
"You slut." I said jokingly. "I heard you in there getting some." I laughed. "Who's the guy then?"
"Oh just some guy." she said nonchalantly. "Anyway, you're one to talk, I saw you locking lips with that stud. Where is he?"
"Oh he had to go. I got his number though." I said proudly.
"You go girl." Said Kim approvingly. ."Come on, let's get a drink and you can tell me everything."
"Okay, but there's not a lot to tell," I said brushing it off. "I think I'd rather hear how the hell you managed to find a guy, pull him and get banged, all within in half and hour, I mean that takes some doing!"
